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Tin Man Drabble requests 9.0. Theme: Timed

Thirty minutes into the series, Glitch meets Cain.

All drabbles will be written within a 30-minute time limit and all will be done by Sunday night (yes, that's tomorrow night). If that means I end up stopping mid-word...well, all the more fun. *giggles* So, keep that in mind when posting your prompt! :)

Characters: Glitch/Ambrose, Wyatt, Raw, Jeb. Any pairing combination except Wyatt/Jeb. Sorry, can't do it. :)

ETA: Five days till mah birthday!


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Sep. 14th, 2008 02:05 am (UTC)
Cain/Ambrose. Cain having to seriously put on his own version of a strip show because he lost a bet.
Sep. 14th, 2008 07:21 pm (UTC)

Cain was still methodically locking the bedroom door as Ambrose bounded across the room and threw himself onto the bed, twisting in the air so he landed on his back. Hands tucked under his head, his grin was expectant and full of mischief. He kicked off his shoes, his jacket having already been discarded upon entering ahead of Wyatt. "No time like the present, Boy Scout. Make with the show."

"There's no need to gloat," Wyatt grumbled self-consciously. "I agreed to the terms of the bet and I'm going to follow through with that promise. But we do this my way."

Ambrose considered that thoughtfully. "I suppose that is a reasonable request."

"All right," Wyatt sighed. "Close your eyes."

Sitting up quickly, Ambrose shook his head in denial. "No, no, no. That defeates the entire purpose of the strip tease. The entire point is that I am watching you."

"Oh, you'll be watching. Just not with your eyes," Wyatt ducked his head shyly, his face coloring slightly. "Trust me."

At those soft, earnest words, Ambrose blinked and bit his lip. "Okay." He closed his eyes, frowning in confusion about how he was winning at this point.

The sound of shuffling footsteps approaching a moment later told him that Wyatt had taken off his shoes near the door. The steps stopped very close to the bed, where Ambrose was sitting on the edge with his legs dangling over the side. "Keep your eyes closed," Wyatt said, so close now that his voice was barely above a whisper.

"I said I would," Ambrose reminded him.

Ambrose jumped slightly when he felt his hand being taken and lifted. His palm was firmly gripped and his fingers brushed against course fabric that he recognized as Wyatt's pants. He listened closely, a frown forming between his eyes as he heard the soft sound of buttons being unfastened and he could only assume Wyatt was doing that with one hand. Swallowing hard at the slow, smooth whispers of parting fabric in the dark, Ambrose felt his hand lifted and his fingers brushed lightly against bare skin.

The thick edge of cloth that rubbed the back of Ambrose's hand was familiar, the opening of the previously buttoned pants. Adding that to the naked flesh under his fingers, he realized that Wyatt wasn't wearing anything under his trousers.

Just the thought made him gasp slightly, lips parting as his breath quickened. He kept his hand there, just pressed against the warm skin, even after his hand was released and he listened again. So close, just above him, the sound of Wyatt pulling his shirt over his head, the movement pushing more burning skin into his hand.

His wrist was gripped and hand moved up, skimming up over more bared skin and he knew now that Wyatt was naked except for his pants. Everything was so clear in his mind, the sound of cloth being dropped on the ground in a careless pile, the shiver that coursed through his hand as Wyatt was exposed to the cooler air.

Again, he was left to explore with his fingers and his sweating palm, trembling now and he desperately wanted to lean forward and press his lips to Wyatt's chest. But he promised to let Wyatt make the calls so he only touched where and how he was allowed to.

More fabric pushed and more movement told him Wyatt was removing his trousers, slowly sliding them down his hips and to the floor. Shuffing steps as Wyatt kicked them aside.

His hand was moved again, he heard the rapid intakes of breath Wyatt was taking above him as Ambrose's palm was moved down. Fingers brushed hard, hot skin and his palm was suddenly full of something intensely sensual.

Ambrose realized with a start that he was breathing hard, nearly panting with need, his pants very tight and his hand shaking as he stroked reverantly over what he was given.

His face was tilted up by Wyatt's hand and his lips were brushed with a chaste kiss. "How was that?"

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Sep. 14th, 2008 03:07 am (UTC)
Cain/Glitch and dealing with younger versions of themselves. One or both and it's up to you how young..
Sep. 14th, 2008 08:08 pm (UTC)

There was no loud explosion, no shaking of the building that usually came with DG"s magical accidents. Just a muffled, shocked scream and the sound of running feet.

Cain was the second to arrive in the study, following closely on Raw's heels. He stumbled to a halt as Raw stopped abruptly in front of him. Pushing Raw aside with an impatient growl, Cain froze at what he saw.

Tutor was standing over DG, who was kneeling on the floor next to a small, huddled figure.

"What happened?" Cain asked breathlessly, not seeing anyone bleeding or shaped like a pear this time.

The figure on the ground raised its head from where it was resting on pulled-up knees and Cain saw the distinctive flash of silver before the vaguely familiar face looked up at him. Gripping the back of a chair to keep his suddenly weak legs from sending him to the floor, Cain gaped at the young boy, no more than ten annuals in age. "Oh, gods...is - Glitch?"

DG made another distressed sound and she wrapped her arms around the small set of shoulders. "I'm so sorry, I don't know..."

Glitch, for his apparent age, was remarkably calm. "It's...DG, it's all right, I promise. We'll fix this," his young, high voice only seemed to upset DG further. Glitch awkwardly patted DG's arm as she clung to him.

Regaining his composure and brushing past Raw, Cain moved over to where DG and Glitch were sitting on the floor and sat down next to Glitch. "Glitch? You - you know who we are?"

Rolling his eyes in a very familiar way, Glitch flashed a quick smile. "I know who you are, Cain," he confirmed. "At least for now. I still remember the same things I did when I was bigger. She just changed my body, not my mind. Hey, I wonder if my half-a-brain is the same size or if it shrank too...maybe it'll fill up my whole head now!" He reached for his zipper as if to check but Cain quickly put a stop to that.

"Look, Tutor, DG. Can you just fix this now?" Cain pleaded desperately, not wanting to know what else Glitch might find fascinating about his new body. As it was, Cain was extremely disturbed by the whole thing, considering what he and Glitch had been doing in bed just that morning. "Please. Do something before we need to start thinking about buying him new clothes and scheduling bed times."

Glitch laughed brightly and Cain shuddered.

Tutor sighed. "All right, DG, let go of Glitch so you can focus on reversing this problem."

DG sniffed and pulled away from Glitch reluctantly. "I'm really sorry."

"I know, doll, it's really no a big deal," Glitch shrugged easily. "It sure isn't any worse than the time you turned me into a desk lamp."

Giving a watery chuckle, DG wiped her cheek. "That's true. I still don't want to know where you found that light bulb after you changed back."

Cain looked at Glitch with a knowing smile but it fell quickly when he saw again how small and young Glitch was at this moment. He had seen a few pictures of Ambrose as a child but this was vastly different. This was Glitch, complete with unruly hair and ubiquitous zipper. It was this that bothered Cain the most. Cain had no issue with the zipper on his Glitch, it was just a part of the man he loved. But seeing it embedded in the skull of a child was unbelievably upsetting. It made him nauseous.

After nearly an hour of effort, DG finally managed to change Glitch back into an adult. But it took several more hours before Cain could bring himself to return Glitch's relieved hugs.
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Sep. 14th, 2008 04:03 am (UTC)
Glitch/Raw, something based on the song Fix You by Coldplay, preferably with Raw being the one in need.

if you havent heard it heres the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73YjnOPM324
Sep. 14th, 2008 08:56 pm (UTC)
Glitch was there to catch him before he fell.

They both stumbled to the ground together, Raw's tumble eased by Glitch's own strength keeping them from being hurt. Raw was silent, his hands trembling violently and face blank as someone, probably the parents, bundled the small, broken body into a blanket and took it away.

"There was nothing you could do," Glitch whispered, eyes closed and forehead pressed into the side of Raw's head. "Just focus on me, hear my voice. Come back."

Raw shook as he let himself be held, almost cradled, by Glitch. He could hear the voice but not the words. Not that it had ever mattered, as it was always the warmth behind the tone that he drew strength and tranquility from. The easy way Glitch always gave him so much but right now, that wasn't what he needed. He had failed, the young girl already gone before they had even heard the call for help.

Eyes drifting closed, Raw leaned into the unbreakable strength that always grounded him, not even aware of his own body or the tears on his face that Glitch soundlessly brushed away. A part of him felt like it was missing, that empty place that always appeared when he was unable to save a life.


In a haze, Glitch guided Raw through the damp evening streets back home, sheltering him from inquiring looks and questioning gestures until they reached their sanctuary. He knew what Raw needed but all of his loving touches and quiet assurances were wasted on the distant Viewer.

The bedside lamp was flicked on one-handedly and Glitch sat Raw down on the edge of the bed. Sitting next to him, Glitch simply arranged Raw like a pliant toy, setting them so Glitch was leaning against the headboard with Raw draped stiffly across his lap. Glitch stroked his hands over and over, down Raw's arms and back and face. His thumb dug into Raw's palm every now and again. Glitch was doing everything he could to bring Raw back, to fix what had been broken.

They stayed there all night, both still awake as the suns rose. Glitch ignored the quiet knocks on the door that came in the morning, too intent on Raw to be distracted.

Sometime in midmorning, Raw sighed deeply and turned, his head resting on Glitch's thighs and his deep, dark eyes met those of the man massaging his palm. "Why?"

Glitch, somehow, knew he wasn't asking about the child. "Because I love you and you're worth far more to us than you could ever realize. Sometimes we're just too late to fix things; it happens to us all. But we dust ourselves off and keep going because sooner than you think, we'll need you to fix us in return."

Raw reached up and ran his thumb down the length of Glitch's nose. "Not broken."

"Not anymore," Glitch smiled sadly. "But that's only thanks to you."
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Sep. 14th, 2008 04:38 am (UTC)
Ambrose/Cain. Pre-series, for I am EVIL. Um. No, that's prompt enough. *handwaves*
Sep. 14th, 2008 09:45 pm (UTC)
"The food here is terrible," Ambrose groused as he stabbed at runny mashed potatoes with his cheap fork.

A plate full of food was slammed down on the table across from him and he jumped, glaring at the student who had the nerve to sit down at his favorite table. "No one's making you eat it," the young blond man informed him sharply even as he started shoveling the industrial strength meatloaf into his wide mouth.

"Actually, they are," Ambrose wrinkled his nose and looked away from his disgusting lunch companion. "My parents insisted on me getting the 'complete' university experience and that includes eating the dormitory cafeteria offerings. Not that it's any business of yours."

The other student raised his eyebrows, swallowing his mouthful of something. "Then who were you talking to?"

Ambrose blinked quickly, flushing when he had indeed been talking out loud. "Oh. Well, no one really. I was just making an observation."

"Well, how about you observe some silence and eat your lunch," replied the blond. "The name's Cain, by the way."

"Cain? Is that your first name or your family name?"

"Family," Cain replied with a grunt. "First name's Wyatt but everyone always sounds so whiny when they say it. I prefer Cain, especially since that's what they'll be calling me when I get into the academy."

"Oh? You're joining the Queen's royal forces?" Ambrose perked up curiously.

Cain chuckled. "Nah, the Tin Men. I'm too short for the army."

"Well, maybe you'll grow in the next few annuals," Ambrose tried to sound encouraging but wasn't entirely sure why he cared at all. "My name's Ambrose, by the way."

"Figures," Cain snorted, taking a healthy drink from his juice glass. "You look like someone who comes from the rich side of the city."

Ambrose paused with his mouth open, ready to confirm his family's background as part of the Queen's close-knit relations but something about Cain's almost resigned posture made him stop. "Oh, well," Ambrose shrugged instead. "Doesn't mean we aren't all eating the same bland food and sleeping in the same tiny beds now, right?"

Cain glanced up, amusement flickering in his pale eyes. "You know, the beds aren't so bad if you push two of them together."

Flustered at the innuendo, Ambrose distracted himself by shoving a too-big forkful of potatoes into his mouth. He coughed at the sting of pepper at the back of his throat and hurriedly reached for his own glass of water. After a momentary struggle to regain his composure, he found he couldn't look at Cain's amused face. "I'll have to take your word for it, Mr. Cain."

When he got no reply, he ventured to glance up at Cain. He drew a sharp breath through his nose at the look Cain was giving him. It was an odd mixture of curiosity and shy interest. "You're in my human cultures lecture class."

Ambrose frowned at the unexpected change in topic. "I...suppose that's possible."

"I might need some help with my studies," Cain drew his fork in swirling circles in his own mound of potatoes. "Would you care to join me for a study session?"

"I..." Ambrose was dumbstruck, knowing that this very handsome man was clearly flirting with him but unable to understand why. No one ever showed interest in him, especially not someone who could easily choose anyone he wanted. "That would be acceptable," he finally said, wincing at his own words.

Cain smiled. "Great," he said, pleased. "My room is two doors down the hall from yours. Number seventeen."

Ambrose knew he had been played, but honestly couldn't care less.
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Sep. 14th, 2008 06:10 am (UTC)
Glitch/Cain or Ambrose/Cain.
Prompt: "Stranger than your sympathy, this is my apology."
Sep. 14th, 2008 11:03 pm (UTC)
Cain held him tight, unwilling to let go for fear that Glitch would disappear into the depths of the palace and never be seen again.

There was no getting around it, no fixing that which had been forcibly taken.

It had started with DG, resting in her comfortable bed with her new child in her arms. Everyone was there, the whole family gathered in celebration of new life. When DG had grinned at Glitch, her oldest and best friend since childhood and asked if he would like to hold her baby, no one save for one person understood his shocking reaction.

Glitch had stumbled backwards, suddenly pale and desperate to escape. He muttered a vague denial and then was gone, leaving a room full of confusion and concern.

But it was Azkadellia who had sat down in the chair next to the bed, rather quickly, her own face a mask of horror and realization. "Oh."

Cain whirled around, aiming his glare at her instead of the closed door. "What just happened?"

Azkadellia held her face in her hands for a long moment before answering. "It...I had no idea he even knew but it must be so deeply ingrained..." She shook her head to clear it. "When...people go through the surgery to have their brain removed, turned into a headcase, they are also rendered sterile. It's done for safety reasons, so dangerous criminals who are trapped in their own minds are never put in a position of responsibility for children. It's not something they are told, but there is an instinctual reaction when they're placed in a situation where they are around kids. That...is how he is supposed to react."

The silence that followed made her words echo in the depths of the room, only the small sleep sounds of DG's baby breaking through.

Cain turned and left, sending Raw a look that silently ensured that no one else followed.

Outside, Glitch was sitting with his back against the wall of the corridor, knees drawn up, his fingers woven together and clasped over the top of his head. Cain was oddly hesitant, unsure of what he could possibly say or do to draw Glitch out of his dispair. Sliding down the wall next to Glitch and wrapping one arm around him, Cain simply held on.

The soft voices from the room eventually started up again but no one came out; for that, Cain was grateful. It was taking everything Glitch had to stay there as it was.

Sometime later, Glitch raised his head and rested his shaking hands on his knees. He gave Cain a sidelong glance. "Stranger than your sympathy, this is my apology."

Cain frowned, reaching up to brush aside the curls that had fallen over Glitch's eyes. "You've nothing to apologize for."

Glitch stared at the floor in front of them. "I've had this...this vague notion that someday we might take in an orphaned child of our own, to give you the chance that you missed with Jeb. To do some good, you know?"

"Glitch," Cain closed his eyes, uncertain if he should feel angry, upset or simply tired. "First, while I appreciate you thinking of me, I don't feel the need to raise a child. I love Jeb and I'm just so grateful to have him back, I can't think about having missed seeing him grow up. Second, there is absolutely no reason why you shouldn't be able to help me raise another child, if we decide that is something we want to do together. You are not a danger to anyone."

"How you can be sure? It's so easy to forget the most simple things..."

"We would deal with it if and when the issue came up," Cain stopped him before he worked himself into a fit. "Right now, let's focus on helping DG with hers before we start thinking about a family of our own. How does that sound?"

Glitch shifted and laid his head on Cain's shoulder. "Just don't leave me alone with him."

"Whatever you need," Cain assured him, his arm tightening around Glitch's shoulders.
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Sep. 14th, 2008 06:51 am (UTC)
Glitch/Cain - how they hook up after 'Response'

(If you're not wanting to follow up on that piece, please substitute a first kiss scenario with an assertive (or even aggressive) Glitch.)
Sep. 14th, 2008 11:43 pm (UTC)
Glitch was still sitting on Cain's bed when he exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips. Pausing, Cain frowned at the unexpected company. "I'm...look, you don't have to keep an eye on me anymore. I'm fine."

"Oh, I know," Glitch grinned cheekily, sprawling across the entirety of Cain's bed in a parody of a snow angel. "I figured I could just as easily wait here as anywhere else, since we'll both be headed to dinner in a while anyway."

Cain sighed, his grip on the towel tightening. "Look, I need to get dressed. So unless you're planning to watch, I'd suggest you leave now."

"And if I am planning to watch?"

That stopped Cain short. He shut his eyes, drawing patience from somewhere deep inside. "What happened in the club was unfortunate and I'd appreciate your...discretion, in the matter. Is that understood?"

Glitch sat up, his face serious. "You told me you didn't regret it. Are you changing your mind now that it's thinking clearly?"

Cain took his time gathering clothes from various drawers, placing them in a neat pile on top of the dresser. "I gave you my word that I had no regrets asking you what I did. I just don't want to feel like I owe you one in this case."

"This isn't a game to me, Cain," Glitch said firmly and Cain turned to meet Glitch's dark expression. "Do you think I would reach into just any man's pants and 'lend them a hand?'"

Stunned that Glitch would think such a thing, Cain went over and sat on the bed, holding the towel in place. "No," he said with certaintly. "I've never thought such a thing. You're my friend and I trusted you to help. I just don't want you to feel like...like I'm out to take advantage of your kindness."

Glitch reached a hand up to brush his thumb across Cain's lower lip. "I feel more like I took advantage of you. And it hurts. I just want to make things right."

Cain grabbed Glitch's hand, intertwining their fingers. "I'm going to get dressed, we're going to go eat dinner and after that, we can come back up here and talk. Okay?"

Relieved for the momentary respite, Glitch nodded. He moved to stand. "I'll just leave you to it then."

But Cain's grip on his hand didn't loosen and he was pulled back down. "That doesn't mean I want you to go." Cain stood himself, his other hand finally letting go of his towel.

Edited at 2008-09-14 11:55 pm (UTC)
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Sep. 14th, 2008 04:11 pm (UTC)
This isn't much of a prompt, but a nice gen piece with Glitch, Cain, and Raw. I have a hankering to read more of their interaction.

Well, since I can't seem to come up with a situation, I guess I can give you a word: dust
Sep. 15th, 2008 12:43 am (UTC)
Cain watched with growing amusement as every time Glitch showed signs of an oncoming sneeze, Raw would just happen to be passing by in time to steady the ladder.

Rubbing his nose with his sleeve, Glitch sniffed. "These books haven't been dusted in at least twenty annuals," he sighed, brushing his hand over his sweat dampened forehead and leaving a dark streak of dirt behind.

"Glitch? Unless you failed your math classes, that would imply that you hadn't dusted them for five annuals before this place was abandoned."

"What's your point?" Glitch looked honestly confounded by this declaration. "I had better things to do than dusting. I'm an inventor."

Cain quirked an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair and putting his feet on the desk formerly owned by Ambrose and now owned by Glitch. "I was under the impression that there was a housekeeping staff included in the package. Also, why didn't you invent yourself some kind of automatic dusting...machine, or something?"

"I don't think I let anyone into my lab," Glitch looked around thoughtfully. "It just has this...secretive feel to it. I think I liked to be left alone in here. And the robot I built to dust fell out the window on its first test."

"You remember that, but you can't remember to put on shoes before leaving the building?"

Raw passed by again as Glitch sneezed into his shoulder. "Oh, that one hurt."

"Why not stop for now?" Raw asked from the base of the ladder, looking up at Glitch while gripping the metal ladder side. "Wash hands, face."

Glitch sighed, causing another cloud of dust to puff up. The sneeze caught him by surprise and he flailed for a moment when his foot slipped. Raw was right there to catch him as he failed to regain his balance, sending them both to the floor in a heap.

Cain hurried over to help them untangle and check that they were unhurt. Glitch started to wince when he put weight on his hand while sitting up, but Raw's quick touch took care of any injury before it even had a chance to swell. "You both all right?" he asked, more for Raw's sake than for Glitch, who had already been taken care of.

"Good," Raw said with a nod, standing before helping Cain pull Glitch to his feet. "Finished dusting. Let someone else do it."

"But I don't like anyone touching my books," Glitch argued, looking up at his precious collection.

"Would you trust me to clean them?" Cain asked, brushing the back of Glitch's shirt absently.

Glitch turned his head, a small smile giving away his pleased gratitude. "You'd do that?"

"For you, Glitch? Anything to keep you in one piece."
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Sep. 14th, 2008 04:32 pm (UTC)
Since you inspired me the other night when we were talking about characters having certain instruments..

Cain/Ambrose. And the present of a new clarinet. <3
Sep. 15th, 2008 02:03 am (UTC)
It had taken weeks to find it but Cain knew it was exactly the right thing to raise Ambrose's spirits. The past month and a half had been hell for both of them, as well as for everyone close to Ambrose as they did their best to help him recover. But the slow progress had done more damage to Ambrose's fragile sense of self-awareness than most people realized.

Except for Cain, who was with Ambrose day and night, weathering the mood swings and fits of depression. One of their more tiring walking sessions had ended with Ambrose nearly asleep on his trembling legs and Wyatt carrying him back to their room, placing him back in bed securely.

Leafing through memory books the girls had found in a safe, Cain couldn't help but grin at the photographs of Ambrose as an awkward, gangly teenager. Taking pictures with the young princesses looked painfully humiliating for Ambrose and Cain made a mental note not to show those to the ailing man.

One particular set of pages drew his rapt attention, though the subject matter did not surprise him. Ambrose was seated amid a small group of musicians, perhaps at university, holding a clarinet proudly in his hands as he smiled at something off-camera.

So when Cain finally ended his search with a beautiful, new wooden clarinet in his possession, he knew he had made the right choice of gift.

Cain returned from his errand to find Ambrose sitting up in bed and playing a particularly complicated game of solitaire on the duvet. Ambrose looked up and gave him a real smile. "Hi," he said in greeting.

"Hey," Cain replied, walking over and setting the small black case on the bed. Suddenly uncertain of the gift, Cain cleared his throat. "I, uh, I got you something."

"Oh?" Ambrose looked at the smooth leather case with interest. He brushed his game cards aside thoughtlessly, not caring about his game anymore. "What is it?"

Cain sat down on the edge of the bed facing Ambrose, turning the case so the two silver latches were positioned toward the Ambrose. "It's...look, if you don't like it, I won't be offended. Really. I just thought..."

Ambrose place a few fingers against Cain's lips, hushing him. "Wyatt. Calm yourself." He smiled affectionately as he dropped his hand down to join the other one, each pulling on a latch to open the box.

When he lifted the lid, Ambrose's mouth dropped open slightly. "Oh, Wyatt," he breathed reverently. One hand hovered over the contents, just barely touching the beautiful, smooth wood and shining new silver keys. "How did you know I'd played?"

Cain shrugged modestly, intrigued by the way Ambrose inspected the instrument with his long fingers, his hands clearly made to play the clarinet. "I saw some pictures of you in an album. Probably from when you were in school. I just thought...you looked so happy."

Ambrose's mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, his eyes bright. "I...I don't think I remember how anymore."

"That's okay," Cain ran his fingers over the back of Ambrose's hand. "We've got plenty of time for you to relearn. The only thing I didn't get were the reeds; you'll have to tell me what size you need."

"This is...I can't even tell you how much..." Ambrose struggled for the right words, giving up and simply closing the case so he could lean forward and kiss Cain instead. "Thank you."
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Sep. 14th, 2008 07:05 pm (UTC)
I hope I'm not too late to join the party!

I know coming from me this will seem....weird. Well, it's probably weird coming from anyone, come to think of it, how about:

Cain/Raw. Not a threesome, other than that, it's all yours :D
Sep. 15th, 2008 02:54 am (UTC)
Cain's hands were cramping, fingers curled around two of the wood bars that made up the headboard of his bed. His face was red, the short hairs framing it were dark with sweat and stuck to his skin. Legs pushed up with his knees almost touching his chest, calves draped over strong shoulders and bouncing rhythmically with the force of his partner's hard, almost primal thrusts.

His whole body burned with fatigue, aching and filled and wanting more. He opened his eyes just enough to catch a glimpse of Raw's exposed throat, head thrown back in fervent ecstasy.

There was nothing in the world like it, this kind of passion. The way Raw would throw him into the bed, knowing there was no need to hold back, each matched in strength and intensity. There were times when Raw would barely let him strip before pushing him down and shoving his legs apart. And there were times when Cain would return the favor, getting Raw's clothes untied and discarded just in time to bend him over the nearest flat surface and push his cock into the Viewer.

It was how they worked best, their enthusiasm for sexual release unmatched until they found it in one another.

Raw made a sound that Cain had come to expect, a broken grunt that meant Raw was reaching the limit of his control. Cain tightened his fingers and braced himself, pushing back with everything he had, taking Raw as deep as he could. He knew he would be sore the next day but didn't care.

His cock was rubbing hard enough against Raw's stomach to give him just the right amount of pressure, the friction and heat making him tremble until his whole body shook with climax. Cain's head jerked back on its own, choking on his own breath as he came.

A deep, rapturous sound from above filled him with warmth, the heat and heaviness of Raw's cock emptying inside him adding to the intensity of the moment.

Nothing in the world compared to it. Cain never wanted it to end.
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Sep. 16th, 2008 01:06 am (UTC)
Wonderful drabbles, surreal, they made for happiness today. I loved the Glitch/Raw one, and some of my favorite lines from the different ones were these:

Ambrose bounded across the room and threw himself onto the bed, twisting in the air so he landed on his back.

Cain glanced up, amusement flickering in his pale eyes. "You know, the beds aren't so bad if you push two of them together."

...that would imply that you hadn't dusted them for five annuals before this place was abandoned."
"What's your point?"

:D (Glitch and I have had a similar attitude towards housework today. There're BETTER THINGS TO DO!)
Sep. 16th, 2008 01:11 am (UTC)
Awww, thanks so much! I'm glad to have provided a few moments of distraction from housework! :D There really are better thngs to do than clean sometimes! *grin*
Sep. 17th, 2008 11:04 am (UTC)
Oh no, I have missed another drabble request, damn me and my traveling back to my home country =(

Oh well, until next time I suppose - at leats I get to read all the drabbles you wrote =3
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