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n_wilkinson) wrote2012-06-04 02:01 am
n_wilkinson) wrote2012-06-04 02:01 am
Flash Fiction #9
For mandalee1013
Prompt: Azriel and Kieran, skinny dipping
Universe: Infinity's End, The Break of Day. Warning for nudity, implied slash
Formistress_pirate
Prompt: Sleet and Lady Crysan, “you can't judge a book by it's cover”
Universe: War of the Animum. Warnings: None
For mandalee1013
Prompt: Azriel/Kieran, BOD timeline, trapped in a closet
Universe: Infinity's End, The Break of Day. Warnings for intent to kiss between men, and some light crack.
“For the record, I blame this on you.”
Kieran laughs, squirming as what felt like a mop handle pressed between his shoulder blades. “Now why would you think this is my fault? I'm trapped in here too, you know.”
Despite the darkness, Kieran is quite convinced that Azriel glared at him. “It had to be your idea,” Azriel replies with a touch of irritation, but not enough to worry Kieran.
There isn't much room to move in here. Kieran can lift his arms, but he and Azriel are close, so close that if Kieran breathes in too deeply, his chest will knock against Azriel's. Also, every time Azriel speaks, he can feel the warm breath against his cheek.
“You think everything is my idea,” Kieran counters, and tries to shift around Azriel to reach for the door – missing it's handle, how odd. But all his movements do is push them closer together. “I'm not the only one who thinks around here.”
“You're the only one who thinks this deviously.”
Kieran grins. “I'll take that as a compliment.”
“You would,” Azriel says with a sigh and that's when Kieran feels Azriel's arms lift to either side of him, Azriel pressing closer as he reaches for the door. “Let me try.”
Kieran obliges and Azriel's so close, he can practically taste him. “You know,” Kieran offers gleefully as he tucks his own hands behind him and hears Azriel's fingers scraping at the door, “I could take advantage of this.”
“How so?” Azriel sounds distracted.
“How else?” Kieran replies cheerily. “Here in the dark. It's nice and close. I could use a kiss right about now...” He trails off, pretending that it's all an idle suggestion.
Azriel makes a noise in his throat, but stops pawing at the door. “What you really need is a muzzle,” he murmurs, and that's when his hand settles on the small of Kieran's back.
Kieran tilts his face upward. “Aww, you don't mean that,” he says, and senses Azriel getting closer, feels the brush of breath against his lips, body tingling with anticipation--
The door opens behind Kieran and he tumbles backward, Azriel falling along with him as they land in bright sunlight with Souya, Harper, and Lyra looking down at them, distinctly amused.
Kieran groans. “You guys have such bad timing.”
mandalee1013 Prompt: Azriel and Kieran, skinny dipping
Universe: Infinity's End, The Break of Day. Warning for nudity, implied slash
His skin prickles, goosebumps raising, and Azriel fights a shiver. It's not precisely cold tonight, but it's not warm either. It's the middle of autumn, after all. There's a sharp breeze and the fact that he's stripped down to all but his undergarments is not helping matters.
“Come on, Azriel,” Kieran urges and the sound of splashing accompanies his pleading.
Azriel frowns, looking out where Kieran is happily paddling around the lake, a small one that they could easily swim across, but deep enough in the middle for adequate diving. It's late, with only the moon providing some illumination. He can see Kieran's form, a darker blob against the dark water.
Anything could be swimming out there. A poisonous snake. Grasping lake vegetation. Fish. Lizards with teeth wanting to take a bite out of wiggling toes. Or worse, since Kieran insists this must be done nude. Why? Azriel isn't sure. A rite of passage perhaps.
“This was a bad idea,” Azriel says.
Kieran blows a raspberry at him. “You're just saying that because you're allergic to fun.”
“I fail to see how this is fun.”
“Give it a try, and I'll show you,” Kieran replies, that hint of mischief back in his voice. “Unless, of course, it's fear that makes you hesitate.”
Azriel is far too mature to let such an obvious taunt goad him. And yet, his shoulders straighten as he bristles with indignation. “I'm not afraid,” he says, and he reaches for the last, thin barrier between him and Kieran's idea of freedom.
Even with only moonlight to serve as illumination, Azriel can see the bright gleam of Kieran's self-satisfied grin. “Good. Then you can join me.”
Sighing, Azriel reluctantly strips out of his underclothes, letting them drop to the ground, and fighting back another shiver as cool air wafts across bare flesh. “I still don't see why this is so important to you.”
“Maybe I just want to see you naked.”
Azriel puts one toe in the water, testing the temperature. It's lukewarm, meaning he'll probably warm up as soon as he dares step foot into it. “Like you need an excuse.”
Kieran giggles, yes, actually giggles. Perhaps the two glasses of wine he'd consumed before daring Azriel to do this are finally showing their effect. “How true. Now get in here, lover, so I can grope you.”
“Come on, Azriel,” Kieran urges and the sound of splashing accompanies his pleading.
Azriel frowns, looking out where Kieran is happily paddling around the lake, a small one that they could easily swim across, but deep enough in the middle for adequate diving. It's late, with only the moon providing some illumination. He can see Kieran's form, a darker blob against the dark water.
Anything could be swimming out there. A poisonous snake. Grasping lake vegetation. Fish. Lizards with teeth wanting to take a bite out of wiggling toes. Or worse, since Kieran insists this must be done nude. Why? Azriel isn't sure. A rite of passage perhaps.
“This was a bad idea,” Azriel says.
Kieran blows a raspberry at him. “You're just saying that because you're allergic to fun.”
“I fail to see how this is fun.”
“Give it a try, and I'll show you,” Kieran replies, that hint of mischief back in his voice. “Unless, of course, it's fear that makes you hesitate.”
Azriel is far too mature to let such an obvious taunt goad him. And yet, his shoulders straighten as he bristles with indignation. “I'm not afraid,” he says, and he reaches for the last, thin barrier between him and Kieran's idea of freedom.
Even with only moonlight to serve as illumination, Azriel can see the bright gleam of Kieran's self-satisfied grin. “Good. Then you can join me.”
Sighing, Azriel reluctantly strips out of his underclothes, letting them drop to the ground, and fighting back another shiver as cool air wafts across bare flesh. “I still don't see why this is so important to you.”
“Maybe I just want to see you naked.”
Azriel puts one toe in the water, testing the temperature. It's lukewarm, meaning he'll probably warm up as soon as he dares step foot into it. “Like you need an excuse.”
Kieran giggles, yes, actually giggles. Perhaps the two glasses of wine he'd consumed before daring Azriel to do this are finally showing their effect. “How true. Now get in here, lover, so I can grope you.”
For
mistress_pirate Prompt: Sleet and Lady Crysan, “you can't judge a book by it's cover”
Universe: War of the Animum. Warnings: None
Sleet wakes up muzzily, his entire body surrounded by a haze of warmth and comfort, light, clean scents floating to his nose. It takes him a minute to remember where he is.
Oh. Right. At Lady Crysan's. Sleet bites back a yawn and stretches out his limbs as he rolls over, painfully jealous of Lady Crysan's accommodations. Her bed is most comfortable.
“You're awake I see.”
He pops his head out of the thick blanket, gazing blearily around until he catches sight of Lady Crysan, fully robed and sitting in a chair, something propped in her lap. “Yeah,” Sleet says, and turns his head toward the window. “What time is it?”
“You were only asleep for three hours.” Amusement curls her lips as she looks up at him, brown eyes dancing. “The life of a thief must be so exhausting.”
Sleet huffs, but there's little offense. He sits up, idly scratching at his bare chest. “Someday, I'm going to steal this bed out from under you.”
Her smile widens as she chuckles. “Shall I count you as one of my girls then?”
He feels his face burn. “That's not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant.” Her eyebrow arches as her hand moves, turning a page in her book. “And I stand by my observation.”
Sleet twitches. Lady Crysan is one of the few who quickly saw through his act. From their first meeting, she has always insisted on taking care of Sleet personally. And in return, Sleet pays her for the privilege of sleeping in her bed, but little else.
He changes the subject. “What are you reading?”
“Something you've probably never heard of.”
Sleet rolls his eyes. “Ha, ha. Poke fun at the the thief because he probably can't read, right?” He folds his arms across his chest, staring at her. “I can, you know. My mother made me read all the classics.”
Lady Crysan shifts position. “Even Moralte's Shifting Seasons?”
Sleet shudders. “More times than I'd like. It was her favorite.”
Lady Crysan smiles approvingly. “I knew there was a reason we got along.”
Oh. Right. At Lady Crysan's. Sleet bites back a yawn and stretches out his limbs as he rolls over, painfully jealous of Lady Crysan's accommodations. Her bed is most comfortable.
“You're awake I see.”
He pops his head out of the thick blanket, gazing blearily around until he catches sight of Lady Crysan, fully robed and sitting in a chair, something propped in her lap. “Yeah,” Sleet says, and turns his head toward the window. “What time is it?”
“You were only asleep for three hours.” Amusement curls her lips as she looks up at him, brown eyes dancing. “The life of a thief must be so exhausting.”
Sleet huffs, but there's little offense. He sits up, idly scratching at his bare chest. “Someday, I'm going to steal this bed out from under you.”
Her smile widens as she chuckles. “Shall I count you as one of my girls then?”
He feels his face burn. “That's not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant.” Her eyebrow arches as her hand moves, turning a page in her book. “And I stand by my observation.”
Sleet twitches. Lady Crysan is one of the few who quickly saw through his act. From their first meeting, she has always insisted on taking care of Sleet personally. And in return, Sleet pays her for the privilege of sleeping in her bed, but little else.
He changes the subject. “What are you reading?”
“Something you've probably never heard of.”
Sleet rolls his eyes. “Ha, ha. Poke fun at the the thief because he probably can't read, right?” He folds his arms across his chest, staring at her. “I can, you know. My mother made me read all the classics.”
Lady Crysan shifts position. “Even Moralte's Shifting Seasons?”
Sleet shudders. “More times than I'd like. It was her favorite.”
Lady Crysan smiles approvingly. “I knew there was a reason we got along.”
For mandalee1013
Prompt: Azriel/Kieran, BOD timeline, trapped in a closet
Universe: Infinity's End, The Break of Day. Warnings for intent to kiss between men, and some light crack.
“For the record, I blame this on you.”
Kieran laughs, squirming as what felt like a mop handle pressed between his shoulder blades. “Now why would you think this is my fault? I'm trapped in here too, you know.”
Despite the darkness, Kieran is quite convinced that Azriel glared at him. “It had to be your idea,” Azriel replies with a touch of irritation, but not enough to worry Kieran.
There isn't much room to move in here. Kieran can lift his arms, but he and Azriel are close, so close that if Kieran breathes in too deeply, his chest will knock against Azriel's. Also, every time Azriel speaks, he can feel the warm breath against his cheek.
“You think everything is my idea,” Kieran counters, and tries to shift around Azriel to reach for the door – missing it's handle, how odd. But all his movements do is push them closer together. “I'm not the only one who thinks around here.”
“You're the only one who thinks this deviously.”
Kieran grins. “I'll take that as a compliment.”
“You would,” Azriel says with a sigh and that's when Kieran feels Azriel's arms lift to either side of him, Azriel pressing closer as he reaches for the door. “Let me try.”
Kieran obliges and Azriel's so close, he can practically taste him. “You know,” Kieran offers gleefully as he tucks his own hands behind him and hears Azriel's fingers scraping at the door, “I could take advantage of this.”
“How so?” Azriel sounds distracted.
“How else?” Kieran replies cheerily. “Here in the dark. It's nice and close. I could use a kiss right about now...” He trails off, pretending that it's all an idle suggestion.
Azriel makes a noise in his throat, but stops pawing at the door. “What you really need is a muzzle,” he murmurs, and that's when his hand settles on the small of Kieran's back.
Kieran tilts his face upward. “Aww, you don't mean that,” he says, and senses Azriel getting closer, feels the brush of breath against his lips, body tingling with anticipation--
The door opens behind Kieran and he tumbles backward, Azriel falling along with him as they land in bright sunlight with Souya, Harper, and Lyra looking down at them, distinctly amused.
Kieran groans. “You guys have such bad timing.”