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Fic: Sweet Revenge

Title: Sweet Revenge
Characters: Cain/Glitch
Summary: Glitch is an evil, evil man. But then, so is Cain.
Note: Inspired by the usual conversation with Keri and this here image.

Cain had never been more aware of his surroundings than when he first caught sight of Glitch as they gathered for the award ceremony. Mostly because that one glimpse had made Cain humiliatingly uncomfortable in certain places that he didn’t dare adjust. Not with so many dignitaries watching him and the rest of the heroes.

So he settled for tugging his newly tailored long coat down in the front, thankful that he had been instructed to button the thing all the way down.

Because Glitch had made his way up the short set of stairs, an easy grin on his face as he joined the others. Now Cain knew why Glitch had shoved him out of their shared room before dressing. It was for the soul purpose of torturing Cain.

At first glance, Glitch seemed to be wearing a nicely tailored suit. It was a subtle deep tan plaid, the pattern interlaced with dark threads. The jacket and vest were perfectly fitted to his frame, which was thinner than when his old jacket had been designed. Under these parts, in striking contrast, were a pure black dress shirt and a brilliant, bright red tie.

All of that was well and good, giving him a very distinguished look that was matched by his neatly arranged hair. Cain could tell someone had taken the time to disguise the zipper enough to not draw attention, but not to hide it completely. However, it was Glitch’s lower half that had Cain flushing hotly. It was how Cain knew the whole suit was, in fact, a tartan.

The kilt didn’t quite cover Glitch’s knees, the color and pattern of the fabric identical to the jacket and vest. His legs were bare until the top of his socks; thick, dark green ones that led down into his new tan boots.

Cain could tell just by the way Glitch was grinning right at him that the kilt was being worn in the traditional style.

He closed his mouth with an audible clack and turned away determinedly. The brush of Glitch’s hand against his own a moment later did not help matters in the least.

The subtle scent of sandalwood and spice reached him. He must have turned toward it because he heard Glitch’s hushed voice say, “Eyes front, Tin Man.”

Cain ground his teeth and clenched his fists. He was going to get Glitch for this.

The Queen had to call him twice before Cain received an elbow from Glitch, reminding him that he had to step forward to accept his metal. Cain forced a tight smile and did as he had practiced, bending his head to allow the Queen to bestow him with the honor. After taking a moment to acknowledge the dignified but heartfelt applause, Cain returned to his place at Glitch’s side.

Despite his unhealthy distraction, Cain managed to pull himself together to watch Glitch take his own turn at the podium. The gathered crowd’s welcome was resonant and breathtaking, making all of them break into proud smiles for their friend.

When it was all over and everyone was mingling in the reception hall, Cain searched the crowd for Glitch. Finally spotting him near the drink service, studying the ice sculpture reverently, Cain wove his way through the throngs of well-dressed people. He slid his hand around Glitch’s elbow and gave a frosty smile to the couple that had been talking to Glitch. “Excuse us, won’t you?”

“Oh, of course,” the woman replied, returning a cold smile of her own. Cain ignored them and hauled Glitch away by the arm.

“Did you want something, Cain?” Glitch asked coyly, allowing himself to be dragged.

Cain ignored him too, directing them to a dark corner and into an unused coat closet. He made sure it was empty then shoved Glitch inside. Glitch gave an undignified squeak. Cain closed the door behind them and locked it, flicking on the overhead light, just a bare hanging bulb with a pull-chain. “You.”


“That.” Cain gestured clumsily with his hands, indicating Glitch’s body in general. “With the – the legs...”

“Oh,” Glitch said faintly. “It’s traditional.”

“I know,” Cain growled, pushing forward until he had Glitch pinned against the door. “You knew what that get-up would do to me.”

Glitch gave an unrepentant grin. “I did?”

Cain was done with the teasing games. He dove in, capturing Glitch’s surprised mouth and at the same time, reaching down to pull the kilt up. Sliding his hand up Glitch’s thigh, he groaned when he found that he had been right.

Fingers curling around the familiar shaft, Cain took advantage of Glitch’s gasp to deepen the kiss. He closed his eyes, reveling in the hot, sweet wetness of Glitch’s mouth. The lecture about coffee consumption would have to wait, because he was not going to lose this moment.

Glitch moaned into his mouth and pushed into his hand at the same time, reminding Cain just what he had a solid grip on. The hardened length in his palm was burning hot and full, tempting in so many ways. He may have plans for it later but for now, he just had one thing in mind.

Hand tucked up under the kilt and working hard and fast, Cain brought Glitch to the edge with the ease of long practice. Glitch shook with it, his legs shaking so hard he could barely stand. He was clutching at Cain, one hand finding Cain’s waist and the other on the back of his neck, holding him there for long, deep kisses.

With an abrupt sob, Glitch jerked his head back and came in Cain’s hand, pushing his hips in stuttering desperation. After the shocks subsided and he sagged against Cain, he tilted his head up and sought a sloppy kiss.

Cain sighed in relief, his own orgasm short and subtle, just enough to take the edge off. He knew his layers of uniform would hide the evidence, plus the small packet of scented powder he kept stashed in his pocket would cover the musk of sex.

Glitch, however, in all his traditional garb, now had an impressive wet spot on the front of his kilt.

With a knowing grin, Cain wiped his hand on Glitch’s inner thigh and pulled away. “That was for earlier,” Cain said smoothly, then tugged at Glitch’s kilt.

Glitch looked down quizzically, then his head shot back up again, eyes wide. “You – you – “

Giving Glitch’s cheek a kind pat, Cain unlocked the door. “Have fun getting back to our room, sweetheart.” With that, he left Glitch to fend for himself.





( 16 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 11th, 2009 04:24 am (UTC)
I shall never ever get tired of using this icon.

"You- you-" indeeeeeeed! *cackles, dances, loves* Thank you, dearie, this was most happy-causing!
Jul. 12th, 2009 04:49 am (UTC)
*gets around to replying to these things* I KNOW, RIGHT? That icon is pretty much our lives. *CACKLES*

Gotta love an indignant Glitch. :D *dances you*
Jul. 11th, 2009 05:01 am (UTC)
*sniggers madly* Ooh, kilts make everything better. Yay naughty Cain.
Jul. 12th, 2009 04:50 am (UTC)
Hehehehee! Thanks a bunch for reading! :D
Jul. 11th, 2009 01:01 pm (UTC)
-snicker snort- Seems Cain loves a man in kilts as well. Very well done, um-hm, very VERY well done. :P

My friend Timmy wore a kilt to school once. I walked up to him before class and asked, "Timmy, are you a real Scotsman under that kilt?"

"Yes I am." And he lifted it.

"Ah! Timmy! Not something I needed to see at 8:30 in the morning!"

XD Just thought I'd share that little story with ya, hope it gives ya a laugh.
Jul. 12th, 2009 04:51 am (UTC)
*snicker* Indeed he does. And knows how to make Glitch pay, as well. :D Thanks so much!!

*covers eyes in horror* No one needs to see that first thing in the morning. *shudder*
Jul. 11th, 2009 07:15 pm (UTC)
heeeeeeee Glitch you are sooo evil. very hot closet scene :D
Jul. 12th, 2009 04:52 am (UTC)
*GRIN* Yes, he is. But Cain is even worse...bwaha! Thank you so much!
Jul. 11th, 2009 08:06 pm (UTC)
*flails* Ooooomg Glitch in a kiiiiiillllt!!! <3 <3 <3 You win so, sooo many Internets for that. :D
Jul. 12th, 2009 04:54 am (UTC)
INDEED! It was the culmination of too many long conversations with kseda, her finding that men in Jeb's army were wearing kilts, and the need for more handjob fic. *sage nod*

THANK YOU!! *clutches her prize giddily*
Jul. 12th, 2009 03:30 am (UTC)
Eeeeeeeevil!!!!!! And oh, so good.
Jul. 12th, 2009 04:55 am (UTC)
Heheheheee! EXTREMELY evil. I still cringe at the thought of poor Glitch having to make his way through the crowd, trying to hide his shame. :D I'm glad you liked it!!
Jul. 14th, 2009 05:08 am (UTC)
gah. *fans self* nicely done.
Jul. 14th, 2009 05:38 am (UTC)
*grin* Why, thank you! :D
Oct. 4th, 2009 05:59 pm (UTC)
i was watching tin man yesterday and i couldn't help but think there had to be something wiht glitch/cain.
thank you so much i have now got another fandom to read.
and OMG Glitch + Kilt = a happy bunny
Oct. 4th, 2009 07:17 pm (UTC)
Heh! Thanks so much! It's wonderful to see a new face in the fandom!! There's plenty of fic to keep you happy, that's for sure! :D
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