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Tin Man Drabble requests 5.0

I'm far too generous. No one has offered to make us a banner, so I'll make one myself.

But for now, I'm taking the fifth round of drabble requests. Tin Man. Glitch/Wyatt. Ambrose/Wyatt. Ambrose/Glitch. Glitch/Wyatt/Raw. Glitch/Raw. Wyatt/Raw. Ambrose/Raw. Ambrose/Glitch/Wyatt. Did I cover all combinations? No death, bloodplay, heavy bdsm, please. You all know my style by how.

I'm gonna go do some chores. I expect some requests when I get back.


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May. 9th, 2008 10:56 pm (UTC)

I think I would like to see a Glitch/Wyatt comfort before the surgery... can be friend or relationship, it doesn't matter, and a result post op can continue friendship or relationship or some other outcome...
May. 10th, 2008 01:52 am (UTC)
Well - I've actually done this before, here:
But I'll give it another go for you as well!


"You know what? I'm going to keep the zipper after the surgery," Glitch decided out loud with a firm nod.

Cain paused in his fidgeting with the blankets on Glitch's bed. "Any particular reason?"

"I'm not sure, to be honest," Glitch shrugged, settling back against the pillows he had piled up against his headboard. "When I figure it out, I'll tell you."

"All right," the Tin Man replied. He was careful to keep his tone light, his answers vague. The doctors had instructed him to make sure Glitch remained as relaxed as possible the evening before they would attempt the life-changing surgery. As if Glitch were an incompetent child, unaware of what was going to happen in the morning. Cain was insulted on the other man's behalf but did as he was told.

Glitch sighed softly, his hand unconsciously moving up to rub at the metal teeth. "Maybe I've just gotten use to it."

"Maybe," Cain said. He had no idea what to do with himself. It was making him twitchy.

"You don't have to stay here, you know," Glitch told him after a while. He drew a sharp breath, giving his friend a wobbly grin. "I'll be perfectly fine on my own tonight."

"Trying to get rid of me?" Wyatt glanced up, noticing for the first time how very close Glitch was to breaking. "Hey, take it easy," he scooted closer, rubbing his hand gently down Glitch's arm.

Glitch pulled his legs up to hug his knees, the blanket wrapping tight around them. "I know, I know. I'm fine," he started down at his feet, flustered. "It's not that I'm scared of the doctors and I know Raw will be there to make sure I'm safe."

"Tell me," Wyatt prompted softly. "What's got you so worked up?"

"What am I going to remember?" Glitch rasped.

Cain frowned, his hand not stilling as he considered this. "Whatever it is, you know we'll be there to help you work it all out. No matter what happens."

Glitch gathered the courage to ask what he feared the most. "What if I change into someone you hate?"

"That's not going to happen," Cain told him firmly.

"How can you know for sure? I don't even know that for sure."

Wyatt leaned forward, gathering the trembling advisor into his arms. "I could never hate you," he whispered as he tucked Glitch's head under his chin. "You're my best friend and even if I have to follow you around and remind you of this every day, you will always be that."

Glitch gave a watery chuckle into Cain's shoulder. "I thought that was my job."

"Nah, you've already done your job, reminding me of what it means to have someone special to take care of," Cain smoothed his hands over Glitch's back slowly.

Giving a soft sniff, Glitch pulled back just a bit. "Hey, I think I figured out why I want to keep the zipper."

"And why is that?" Cain asked, bringing his hand up to cup Glitch's cheek, rubbing his thumb across a sharp cheekbone.

"When I look in the mirror, I don't want to forget who I am now," Glitch reached up and ran his fingers down the metal. "If I only see Ambrose, that's all I'm ever going to be."


Wyatt was there when Glitch finally woke up. It had taken days of surgery, healing and magic to ensure the best result. Cain had been there to make sure the none of the doctors tried to remove the zipper, as Glitch had requested.

The first thing Glitch saw was Cain sitting next to his bed, watching him closely. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey yourself," Cain grinned, relieved and beyond tired. "Should I call you Ambrose now?"

Glitch cleared his throat, wincing at the dryness. "Not yet. For now, I'm still Glitch. I'm still me," he managed quietly. "Zipper?"

"Still there, like you wanted," Wyatt assured him, reaching up to touch the end very gently.

"Good." With that, Glitch drifted back to sleep.
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May. 9th, 2008 11:46 pm (UTC)
hmmmmmm how about Wyatt/Glitch first kiss in a setting of your choosing :D
May. 10th, 2008 02:58 am (UTC)
As soon as they saw Cain hit the ground, Glitch and DG launched themselves from their perched positions on the edge of the corral's fence. A stable-hand ran ahead of them, reaching the wildly bucking horse and getting a tight hold of the reins. He pulled the animal away from the others, wrestling it into a smaller enclosure.

Glitch skidded to his knees, mindless of the rough ground digging into his skin. He put his hand on Cain's chest, frantic. "Oh no...oh no, DG..."

The princess dropped down at Wyatt's other side, pressing fingers against Cain's throat. "He's not breathing," she stated shakily. "We can't wait for help to get here. Do you know CPR?"

"What?" Glitch looked up at her, confused and torn. "I don't know what that means. He's not breathing, DG!"

"I know, Glitch," DG told him with a forced calm. "Listen, I need you to do exactly as I tell you. You've got to breathe for him, I've got to watch his chest and make sure his heart doesn't stop."

Glitch shook his head, agitated. "How can I breathe for him? I don't understand."

"Pinch his nose shut and tilt his head back, like this," DG carefully shifted the unconscious man's head. "Breathe into his mouth, I'll tell you when."

"O-okay," Glitch's hands shook as he bent down, doing as he was instructed. His eyes closed as his lips met those of the other man for the first time and some deep part of his mind wished it was not for this reason.

Distantly, Glitch heard DG counting, telling him when to give a breath. His heart pounded in his chest, waiting for some sign and breathing for two.

When Wyatt's body seized between them and the first ragged breath was drawn freely, Glitch pulled back with a started laugh. "Oh, by the gods," he panted. His hand drifted up and rested on the soft, short hair above Cain's forehead, the other hand resting on the solid chest.

Cain blinked up at them as he eased into a steady breathing pattern. He turned his head to look at Glitch, reaching up to wrap his fingers around Glitch's arm above his chest. Glancing between the two, he gave a shuddering sigh. "Why do I taste apples?"

Glitch gave a fragile chuckle before leaning down to give Cain another kind of kiss.
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May. 9th, 2008 11:50 pm (UTC)
Ambrose/Glitch/Wyatt - In a restored Finaqua getting the
Northern Palace
Finaqua Home (totally forgot the Northern Palace and Finaqua were in two very different places) ready for a royal wedding! More points to you if it's not DG/Jeb!

Edited at 2008-05-09 11:52 pm (UTC)
May. 10th, 2008 04:35 am (UTC)
Wyatt entered the main foyer of the sprawling mansion. The massive windows covering the front of the home looked out at the expansive lake, bright sunlight cascading through the perfectly clean glass.

The impossible beauty of the view was disrupted by the men arguing at the base of a frighteningly tall ladder.

"All right, twins, what's the problem now?" Cain strolled lazily up and crossed his arms over his chest to stare at his pair of lovers.

Ambrose glared at him, his face flushed. "I do wish you would stop referring to us as 'the twins,'" he rolled his eyes. "And I am trying to explain to Glitch here that he needs to be the one to go up and hang the lights on the balustrade. I don't trust him to keep the ladder steady if I do it."

Wyatt saw Glitch out of the corner of his eye, the way his head dropped with embarrassment. "Ambrose, why don't you go make sure the chef has the menu right? I'd hate for Azkadellia to die on her wedding day because someone forgot she's allergic to lemons. We'll handle the lights."

With a final, stilted huff, Ambrose turned on his heel and stormed off toward the kitchen.

"Don't take him too seriously, Glitch," Cain said softly after Ambrose was out of earshot. He pulled Glitch into his arms and held him quietly until the rigid body relaxed against him. "This whole thing with his...your...cousin getting married to Azkadellia has him stressed. He still loves you."

Glitch sighed and rested his chin on Cain's shoulder. "I know he does and I find the whole affair disconcerting as well. But he knows I'm just as afraid of heights as he is."

"That's not what's got you upset, is it?" Wyatt asked knowingly, relaxing his hold but keeping his hands splayed across Glitch's back.

"He refuses to trust me," Glitch muttered, his forehead dropping down to press against the shoulder.

"Glitch, do you think he trusts me?"

Frowning, Glitch nodded slightly. "Of course he does, who wouldn't?"

"Sweetheart, you have to have noticed by now how he pulls away from everyone, even the two of us," Cain slid a hand up and stroked the back of Glitch's neck with his fingers. "He can't bring himself to trust anyone yet, it's too soon. The fact that he's managed to let the both of us into his personal space as much as he has is amazing in itself."

Raising his head, Glitch's expression was intense as he looked at Wyatt. "I guess I hadn't noticed. He...I...well, Ambrose was always shy and kept to himself, before. Now that he's here again, I just figured he was back to normal."

"I think it's more than that," Cain gave a final squeeze to Glitch's neck before pulling away. "We just need to give him time. After all of this is over and the wedding is behind us, the three of us can sit down and talk."

"You hate talking," Glitch snorted, following Cain to the base of the ladder.

"I'll do anything to keep my twins happy," Wyatt grinned and picked up the string of white lights. "Hold the ladder steady for me."

Glitch returned his grin and nodded sharply. He didn't need to thank the other man for trusting him.
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May. 10th, 2008 12:42 am (UTC)
Glitch/Wyatt, something pleasant associated with the scent of lavender, and something to do with laundry, and something to do with... *tries to think of another 'L' word* *consults dictionary* ...linen! Thank you! :D
May. 10th, 2008 03:56 pm (UTC)
Wyatt paused in his slow, loitering steps to watch Glitch. Their quiet walk around the newly blooming garden on the palace grounds had been a decidedly pleasant change from the seemingly unending string of meetings and paperwork that had consumed their lives.

Off to the side of the cobblestone path, Glitch stood with his eyes closed, a faint, dreamy smile curving his dark lips. Cain was struck, as always, by the complexity of Glitch's beauty. The little glint of light reflected off of metal; the way one unruly strand of dark hair always fell over his left eye; the gentle taper of his jaw.

"You smell that?" Glitch spoke reverently without opening his eyes. "Lavender."

Cain glanced around and sniffed at the slight breeze. "Just a bit; must be a patch further down the walk."

"I remember the smell so clearly," the other man continued, lost in his mind. "Lavender oil. There was a doctor out in the country somewhere, found me not long after my brain was taken out. I used to get terrible headaches, she said it was the remaining tissue trying to heal. She would rub the oil into my skin, right here," he raised his hands to press long fingers to his temples.

"Sounds nice," Wyatt commented softly. It warmed him to know that Glitch had run into a few kind souls in his annuals of wandering.

"Mmm, the smell always calms me," Glitch sighed and reluctantly opened his eyes. "Shall we continue?"


Cain knew that Glitch still got headaches, not frequently and not as severe as those of someone newly headcased, but it still concerned the Tin Man. He spoke to the housemaid who took care of their laundry, asking for a small but important favor.

If Glitch noticed a new hint of lavender scent on their bed linens, he didn't mention it.

But Cain could tell that Glitch slept better than he had been and rarely awoke with headaches anymore.
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May. 10th, 2008 01:20 am (UTC)
Before the Queen's fall Ambrose is approached by one of the advisor's that becomes a traitor and asked to join their side. This can be at a bar and Cain is on Mystic Man detail duty so he can overhear... what he does about it is up to you.

I'm so glad you posted requests! I just thought of this today and was hoping someone would!
May. 10th, 2008 04:31 pm (UTC)
Ambrose set his drink down carefully, his hands shaking with restrained fury. He whipped his head around to stare at the man he had considered a loyal friend, a potentially powerful advisor in the coming annuals. "You have the audacity to come to me,, Lawrence, and ask something so unspeakable of me?"

The other advisor, annuals older than Ambrose himself but nowhere near his station, backed up a step in the face of his superior's rage. "I'm only thinking of what is best for us, all of us," he argued. "It is time for Azkadellia to take her proper place on the throne and begin steering us in the right direction."

"It is not your place to speak of such things and I'll not have you spreading such foul ideas to the rest of my staff," Ambrose hissed sharply, turning away.

Lawrence grabbed the retreating man's arm, fingers squeezing too tightly. "You'll speak of this to no one, understood?"

Ambrose tried to shake him off but the grip was firm. "Unhand me."

"Yes, unhand him," another voice joined theirs and both men turned to see a Tin Man standing behind them.

Letting go of Ambrose's arm, the other advisor shot him a glare before making his way out of the nightclub.

"You all right?"

Ambrose gave a bitter laugh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Not by any means. How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough to know you've got your work cut out for you, Advisor," the cop glanced around the room. He spotted his charge still sitting at the bar, the other Tin Men on protection detail sticking close to the wizard's side. "Listen, we all know there's something coming. Mystic Man's been spouting all kinds of crazy talk about storms and witches and who knows what else. We've all got to do our part and I suspect yours is a hell of a lot more important that most."

Studying the Tin Man closely, Ambrose saw something in him that spoke of trust. He gave a single nod. "I've got to speak with the Queen. Then there's something I need to do."

"Good luck to you, then," was the response. "Perhaps I'll see you again down the road."
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May. 10th, 2008 01:24 am (UTC)
*ponder* Ambrose/Raw. Ice, orchid, and... this song. (First link YouTube, second lyrics.)
May. 10th, 2008 06:06 pm (UTC)
When Ambrose fell through the ice without warning, Raw was the one to dive right in after him before Cain or DG could stop him.

They knelt helplessly at the edge of the freezing water, staring down into the dark depths of the lake surrounding the Northern Island palace. Cain saw DG raise her hand up and close her eyes, the deep concentration pinching the sides of her mouth.

Endless seconds passed before a soaked head of long hair emerged from the water, spraying those above with icy droplets. In his solid grip he held Ambrose. "Take," Raw ordered. Cain didn't hesitate, slipping his hands under Ambrose's arms and dragging him up to the snowy bank.

Raw pulled himself from the water, tremor wracking his large frame as he knelt next to the man whose life he had just saved. "Ambrose lives," Raw assured them, not adding that it was his own hold on the man that had kept him alive. He shivered violently. "Inside. Too cold."

Cain took Ambrose himself, draping the soaking weight over his arms in a strong grip. "Hospital ward," he stated simply. "For the both of you."

Hours passed while healers pulled the wet, freezing clothes from Ambrose and help Raw out of his own fur garments. Wyatt and DG hovered nearby, offering a helping hand when needed but otherwise simply keeping watch over their friends.

"Why hasn't he woken up yet?" DG asked softly, holding onto one of Ambrose's white hands and watching the much-too-pale face for signs of awareness. Though wrapped in warmed blankets, his skin was still cold and his lips were tinged with pale blue.

Raw, from his curled position on the opposite bed, growled softly. "Hit head on ice when fell through," he answered from his own nest of blankets.

"Is he going to be okay?" the princess looked up at the viewer.

"Yes, just need warmth," Raw reassured them. He gave a soft purr when Cain's warm hand came to rest on his head.

"Get some rest," Wyatt told him. "We'll be here."

Raw took one last look at Ambrose and closed his eyes, knowing his friends would keep them safe.


The viewer woke to the scent of vanilla and reluctantly opened his eyes. He saw Ambrose sitting up in his bed, holding a single orchid in his long fingers.

Ambrose spotted the movement out of the corner of his eye and smiled. "There you are," he said with a warm tone. "DG brought us flowers. Did you know vanilla comes from this family of orchid?"

Raw chuckled but remained firmly entrenched in his nest. "Feeling all right?"

"Yes, thanks to you," Ambrose nodded carefully and Raw could sense from where he was that the advisor had a lingering headache. "Cain told me you didn't even hesitate, just jumped right in after me."

"Only one who could," Raw told him modestly.

"Still, I definitely owe you one." Ambrose stood and wrapped one of his blankets around his shoulders. He crossed the few steps that separated their beds and crawled up next to Raw. He tucked his socked feet into the Raw-warmed nest and laid on his side, facing the surprised viewer. "Is this okay?"

Raw untangled one hand from the blankets and raised it up to cup Ambrose's head, his thumb rubbing gently at one temple. "Better than okay."
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May. 10th, 2008 01:20 pm (UTC)
Simple request:
Glitch/Wyatt - toes!
May. 11th, 2008 12:18 am (UTC)
Glitch threw back the covers and stormed across the room, a man on a mission.

He was already halfway back before Wyatt knew what had happened and blinked at him. "What'd I do?"

A pair of thick socks struck him in the nose.

"Your feet are like...like some very cold thing," Glitch grumbled as he crawled back into bed. "Put those on before you think about getting intimate with me."

Wyatt stared stupidly at the socks but had enough self-preservation to do as he was told. He unrolled the socks and started to pull them on. "Glitch, these are most definitely not mine. They've got individual toes."

"They're yours because I got them for you," Glitch corrected him. "As much as I love you and every little part of you, nothing disturbs me more than you having cold feet."

Frowning but wigging into the socks, Cain looked down at the other man. He scooted down and slid his arm under Glitch, pulling him close. "Sounds like more than just an annoyance to you."

Glitch sighed and draped an arm over Wyatt. "It makes me think of the Northern Island."

"Oh," Wyatt breathed. He tightened his hold, kissing the top of Glitch's head. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I know you'll always keep me warm."
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May. 10th, 2008 02:49 pm (UTC)
Cain/Ambrose: Ambrose 'Glitches', Cain worries
First use of Live journal, woohoo!
May. 11th, 2008 01:47 am (UTC)
Wyatt got used to life with Ambrose quickly. He had been scared of all the possible outcomes of Glitch getting his brain back, but he was relieved that most of his concerns were unfounded. Ambrose was every bit the energetic, loving, passionate and brilliant man Cain had come to adore.

It was not as if he had changed, had become a different person with the return of what had been torn from him. Ambrose was for all intents and purposes simply healed.

Cain found Ambrose standing next to a high table in the main historical library, studying a thick stack of maps. Strolling up behind the advisor and wrapping his arms around the wiry frame, Cain nuzzled his lips into the back of Ambrose's neck. "Keeping busy, I see," he murmured against the warm skin.

Ambrose started and spun around, leaning back against the table. "I beg your pardon, sir! Have we met?"

Taking a stumbling step back, Wyatt scowled. "That's not funny, Ambrose."

Tugging uncomfortably at his coat collar, Ambrose flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I'm sorry...I don't know where I am. I was looking at these maps but they didn't help. Can you help me?"

Realization sent a cold rush through Cain's body and he raised his hand to wrap around the back of his lover's neck, thumb tucked behind his ear. "Sweetheart, it's me, Cain. Please," he couldn't keep the fear from his voice.

Ambrose's jaw twitched for a moment as he studied Cain's face. There was a flash of recognition that sparked in his brown eyes and he shook, reaching for Wyatt. "Oh," he released a tense breath and nearly threw himself at the other man. "I thought I was done with those."

Cain held him silently, giving a silent prayer to the gods that he never saw that look in Ambrose's eyes again, the one that told him he was a frightening stranger.

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May. 10th, 2008 09:19 pm (UTC)
Glitch/Wyatt, "What Can You Lose?". YouTube Madonna and Mandy Patinkin version, and lyrics for the same. Although the version I had in mind and prefer is actually the Judy Kuhn (which I can't find online), where all the female pronouns are turned to male.

Thank you! :)
May. 11th, 2008 06:00 pm (UTC)

Every time Wyatt passed Glitch in the hallway, sat through a comfortable meal with him or guided him back to his room in the middle of the night, the Tin Man wondered silently what he honestly had to lose if he made the first move.

He knew they were both lonely. Saw it in Glitch's eyes on those long walks in the dark of night. There was no reason, none at all, why they shouldn't take that next step. To turn those ephemeral brushes of their hands into something more solid, more meaningful.

They knew each other so well, but Cain still had no way of knowing if his subtle hints were being ignored or had simply gone unnoticed. Perhaps Glitch, despite his dancing and flirting, really did want to stay friends. The best of friends, but nothing more.

As Wyatt once more delivered Glitch to his own bedchambers, he remained silently in the hallway. Watched as Glitch gave him that tiny grateful smile before closing the door.

Walking slowly back to his own room, Cain wondered if it was worth the risk. He knew he personally had nothing to lose, nothing was worth more to him that Glitch. But therein lie the risk; knowing that Glitch may not welcome his advances. Wyatt loved him, so much it tugged at him constantly. A steady burn that flared whenever he saw Glitch and his beautific expressions.

Cain knew he couldn't let his feelings get in the way of their friendship, the closeness that had developed through trial and fire. They were, by far, better off leaning on each other with the bonds of companionship rather than losing it all by rushing what may eventually come.

He could wait. Glitch meant too much to him to lose.
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May. 11th, 2008 01:46 am (UTC)

A young Ambrose (like 17-20) is returning from a mapping mission of the O.Z. for the Queen when there is a flash flood or something and a bridge collapses. Ambrose saves a little girl. And... Cain fits into this however you see fit. :D
May. 11th, 2008 08:55 pm (UTC)
Part 1
The blistering cold of the rushing water tore past Ambrose as he held desperately onto the jagged outcropping of rocks with one arm. The other arm, trembling but holding strong, held the weight of the small girl he had thrown himself into the river to save.

Splintered wood from the bridge upriver slid past them at a deadly speed and Ambrose kept the two of them tucked behind the rocks, out of their path. His map pack was long gone somewhere down the white water and he choked on the water that sprayed up into his mouth.

When he had heard the thundering crack of the flood waters crashing down the side of the mountain, Ambrose had not hesitated to rush to help. The family that had passed him on the trail not long before, the parents and their two children, would have reached the bridge by the time the water hit. His calculations had been correct and when he reached the edge of the roaring river, much wider now that he had drawn it on his maps earlier in the day, he saw the woman already on the other side. The father was just reaching it, holding their son.

Ambrose had jumped from his horse, mindless of his clothes and pack, and dove into the water when he had spotted the flash of a red dress still in the frigid water.

Now, holding the girl for dear life and hoping with an edge of hysteria that he could hang on long enough for the flood waters to calm, Ambrose wondered at his own bravado.

Above the howl Ambrose could swear he heard a voice, yelling at him. He struggled to raise his head.

At the end of a long, thick rope, halfway between the bank and where they were stuck, stood a young man. Even with the short distance separating them, Ambrose could clearly see the desperation flaring in the icy blue eyes when they met his own.

The stranger fought against the current to close the distance, his hand outstretched. He positioned himself slightly downriver, his feet firmly planted in a rough patch of rocks along the river bed. "Let go of the rock and take my hand," the man bellowed to be heard.

Ambrose knew he didn't have the strength to hold them both if he let go. He only had once choice, the best chance for himself and the girl. Shifting his grip, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I'm going to have to let go of you. You must trust that man, he won't let you get by him. Can you do that, sweetie?"

The girl clung to him and gave a ragged sob, but nodded nonetheless.

"Good girl," Ambrose praised her bravery. "Reach your arms out when I let go so he can catch you."

With that, he forced himself to release the girl.

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May. 11th, 2008 04:22 pm (UTC)
Ambrose/Cain/Glitch The 'twins' fighting over their toy, and Cain settling it. Because your twin stories are just too darn cute, and interesting..
May. 11th, 2008 09:22 pm (UTC)
Cain heard the argument before he reached the laboratory door.

"I invented it, you...you jerk!"

"You can't even invent yourself a comb!"

"That doesn't even make any sense!"

"It doesn't have to! The plans for this were in my notebooks, the only reason you were able to build it is because I already did all the design work!"

Wyatt pushed open the heavy wood door without bothering to knock, knowing neither man would hear it anyway. "All right, that's enough, boys. What's the problem?"

Hands on his hips and long coat flung back behind his firmly planted fists, Glitch glared at his doppleganger. "Ambrose is trying to, as he puts it, 'fix' my invention. The...the thingy that controls the rotation speed is getting jammed on part of the casing and the all-mighty Ambrose thinks he's the only one who can solve the problem."

Raising an eyebrow, Cain looked at the second inventor. "Ambrose, don't you have your own toys to play with without upsetting Glitch?"

"They're not toys, Cain," Ambrose huffed while crossing his arms and glaring. "Everything here is an essential development that needs to be carefully and intelligently maintained in order to ensure a positive outcome."

"And you think Glitch can't handle his own work?" Cain stepped up behind Glitch and draped a comforting arm around the man's shoulders. "He's every bit as capable as you and you know it."

Ambrose deflated, giving a crooked frown. "I know," he admitted. He took a few steps to reach the other two men and stood in front of Glitch. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I'm just...it's hard getting used to having two of us here, in my - our lab. I'm used to working alone and having control over every aspect of the process."

Glitch sighed deeply and wrapped his arms around his twin, drawing a surprised grunt from Ambrose at the sudden hug. "I remember what that's like and it's taking some getting used to for me, too."

"Well, then," Wyatt grinned and reached around to embrace them both. "That was easy, wasn't it?"

Ambrose smacked his arm. "You, on the other hand, are not allowed to touch anything in here. Besides us," he was quick to add.
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May. 11th, 2008 07:20 pm (UTC)
I don't know if I'm allowed to request more than one, but these are so lovely I want to keep going. If you're only doing one request per person please let me know. Anyway, I haven't seen much Raw so:
Wyatt/Glitch/Ambrose/Raw. Yes, all 4. And prompt, sunburns. Or come up with one of your own. Thanks :D
May. 11th, 2008 11:14 pm (UTC)
Oh. My. Um - I hope you're over 18 'cause the boys seriously got out of hand.

Wyatt was having a difficult time smoothing the cool aloe across the reddened skin of Glitch's back. Glitch was busy straddling a naked Raw and kissing the breath out of the viewer while behind him, Ambrose was running slippery, aloe-covered hands across Cain's own bare back.

"Would you hold still for five minutes, Glitch?" Wyatt grumbled, trying to reach all the sunburned skin of other man's shoulders.

"Can't. Busy," Glitch said between nibbling kisses.

Raw helpfully raised his hands to hold Glitch still while purring into the agile mouth exploring his own. "Glitch. Let Cain finish."

Glitch pouted but obediently held still long enough for Wyatt to rub the soothing substance into his back.

Ambrose finished his own attentions to Wyatt's back and wrapped sticky hands around to splay across Cain's stomach. He trailed tiny kisses down the side of the Tin Man's throat, making him moan and tilt his head to the side, silently asking for more.

Pulling Wyatt down to lay alongside Raw, the viewer let one hand slide free of his grip of Glitch and he tucked it under Cain's head. Warm, talented fingers stroked Wyatt's shoulder, tying the two couples together while the soft sounds of kissing filled the room. Ambrose lay over the top of Cain, who spread his legs to bring their groins together.

Glitch fumbled a hand to the side table and coated his fingers with the slippery aloe from the open container. He reached behind himself, moaning into Raw's mouth as another hand joined his own to help with his preparations.

His twin followed the example, reaching across and slicking fingers that he was soon pushing inside Cain, whose hands were busy stroking Glitch's thigh and Ambrose's back at the same time.

By the time Glitch settled down with Raw deeply pressed inside him, Cain had maneuvered himself around to kneel over Raw's legs behind Glitch. Ambrose spooned behind him and pushed into the willing body and a chorus of groans escaped as they all found their rightful places.

Wyatt wrapped his arms around Glitch, one hand splayed over the pale skin of his chest while the other hand rested on Raw's stomach, feeling the steady rhythm of the muscles working to thrust up into the man between them. Ambrose fell into a matching tempo, one hand slipping down the grip Cain's cock where it was trapped between him and Glitch.

Glitch rocked evenly, securely held in a loving embrace by the three other men. Cain's hand slid down and wrapped thick fingers around Glitch's hardness, pulling in a firm cadence that had Glitch on the edge in moments.

Large, solid hands held Glitch's hips as Raw surged up, the flowing blue and red glow of passion and tenderness overwhelming him.

Ambrose and Glitch cried out in harmony, their completion burning through them both in unison. The hard, deep thrust from Ambrose pushed Cain over into blinding orgasm and he distantly heard the sharp, guttural growl of Raw under them.

Four sated, sticky and heavily breathing bodies found their way into a comfortable pile. Glitch lay curled up in Raw's loose embrace while Ambrose remained spooned behind Wyatt, both them stretched out next to Raw's other side.

Raw's contented purring sent them into sleep.

(sorry for all the edits - lj can't spell check worth crap!)

Edited at 2008-05-12 12:06 am (UTC)
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May. 11th, 2008 07:23 pm (UTC)
Glitch doesn't remember a lot of things but he does remember apples. How such a simple gift could mean so much and embed itself into Glitch's faulty memory is beyond Cain. That is until Jeb says something to remind him that he was the one to give a recently headcased man an apple.
May. 12th, 2008 03:27 am (UTC)

Glitch grinned through his mouthful of newly aquired apple. Chewing happily, he leaned back against the trunk of the tree and watched as the Cains worked together to repair the stones along the garden path.

"You know, we do have groundskeepers who do that for us," Glitch reminded the men after he swallowed.

Wyatt shot him an exasperated but affectionate look as he dug out the shattered remains of a flat stone. "Can't a father spend some quality construction time with his boy?"

Glitch tossed a chagrined smile his way and bit into his apple again.

"Where do you keep getting all those apples, anyway? Seems like that's all you ever eat," Wyatt glanced over his shoulder briefly before turning back to his work.

Shrugging absently, Glitch looked at the fruit in his hand. "They've always got them in the kitchen, just sitting out in bowls. There's just something about them that make me happy, couldn't tell you why."

Jeb paused in his enthusiastic rooting out of rock shards with his shovel to frown at Glitch. A familiar image tugged at his memory as he watched Glitch contentedly eat his apple. The way the man smiled just a little when he chewed, raising his sleeve to the corner of his mouth.

The way the sunlight reflected off of the zipper.

With a sharp clarity, the younger Cain realized why this was so very familiar. He didn't notice that he'd dropped his shovel until he heard his father's voice asking him if he was all right.

"Glitch," Jeb spoke the man's name as if feeling it out for the first time. "Do you have any memory of a child giving you an apple?" He knew there was little chance of Glitch being able to trace that tiny, insignificant memory so he didn't bother adding that it would have taken place nearly fifteen annuals in the past.

The seated man stalled in his nibbling, his brow creasing in deep thought. "I...I'm not certain," he replied with a vague look of confusion. "Certainly not in recent annuals. Even taking in account all the times the ole noggin reset itself, most impressions I have of people are of them ignoring me. Why do you ask?"

Glancing at his father, who was looking at him oddly, Jeb chose his words carefully. "When I was little, maybe six annuals, I remember meeting a man near Central when I was with Father. He was just outside the city, headed down the road out of town. I gave him the apple I'd found in the woods."

Glitch listened, shaking his head with a perplexed expression. "That was very kind of you, but I don't understand what that has to do with me."

"It was you," Jeb declared with a sense of certainty. "Your hair was shorter, your coat was still in one piece and your shirt still had buttons. But - there's no mistaking it, I'll never forget the first time I met a headcase."

"Jeb," Wyatt shot him a warning look even as his own mind supplied the foggy images of this impossible meeting.

"Sorry," Jeb blushed and bent down to pick up his shovel. "That was rude of me, Mr. Glitch."

Glitch swallowed thickly and gave him a wobbly smile in response. "It's all right, Jeb," he said softly. "You were just a kid and you still had the kindness to recognize a man in need of help. That's probably why I never quite forgot it; the way apples always make me feel good."
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May. 11th, 2008 07:40 pm (UTC)
*late to the party*

Cain/Ambrose, Cain returning from a month-long trip to the Otherside.
May. 12th, 2008 04:17 am (UTC)
Cain closed the door behind him softly, careful not to disturb the sleeping figure in the bed. He quietly removed his travel clothes, placing his coat and hat on the chair and setting his boots on the floor nearby. Quickly stripping down, he took a quick trip to the adjoining bathroom to wash up before finally making his way to his ultimate goal.

Leaning down with a smile tugging at his mouth, he pressed his lips to those of his deeply unconscious mate.

Ambrose mumbled against his lips, drawing a sharp breath in through his nose. He shifted as he was pulled from sleep, confused brown eyes blinking up at Cain. "Hmmm? Oh!"
Lifting an arm out from under the covers, he threw it around Wyatt's neck and dragged the now laughing man back down for another kiss.

"Miss me?" Cain grinned, tossing the covers out of the way to crawl into the bed next to Ambrose.

"You weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow! How did you get through?" Ambrose pulled Wyatt in and enveloped him with welcoming arms.

Cain rolled them so he was on top, bending his head down to quiet Ambrose's rapid questioning with a deep kiss. "Took an earlier flight," he replied vaguely. "I was starting to get the feeling if we didn't get out of there, DG would be tempted to use her magic on the local law enforcement."

"Why in the O.Z. would she do that?" Ambrose asked, eyes wide.

"Something about unpaid speeding tickets and possible jail time," Cain slid a hand up to tangle into the long hair spread on the pillow. "Doesn't matter, just glad to be home."

Ambrose gave a happy hum and stroked the back of Cain's head with long fingers. He shifted his legs open to line up their bodies perfectly. "Glad to have you home," he murmured as he drew Wyatt's head down for another kiss.
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May. 11th, 2008 07:48 pm (UTC)
Ok, sorry this is my second request also, so if not allowed just ignore :) but.....pairing Wyatt/Glitch or Ambrose or Glambrose, your choice...you know that way Wyatt has of leaving his mouth open when he's concentrating on something? Oddly enough, I find that very sexy, so maybe Glitch/etc. would too?
May. 12th, 2008 04:31 am (UTC)
Something silly to finish us off!

"You know, that's very distracting."

Cain looked up from his carving, mouth still hanging open slightly. "What?"

Glitch waved a vague hand in his direction. "That...thing you do with your mouth."

A frown tugged at the corners of Cain's lips. "I'm not doing anything."

"The - the thing! With the gaping and the tongue!" Glitch nearly wailed, arms flung out to his sides as if to encompass the enormity of the indiscretion. "I can't get any work done when you look like that!"

Cain gaped for another moment and carefully set his tools down. "So, you're saying that my involuntary look of concentration turns you on to the point where you can't ignore it?"


"Then let's take care of that so I can finish this gift."

"Huh? OH!"
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