Two drabbles
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maderrFor my Sammikins, who asked for something to cheer up (and I always feel bad, b/c I still owe Brandie a story for something long long ago and am still struggling with it but can write Sammie small stuffs quite easily. Mergh).
One point five million
“Why so glum, sugarsnap?” Mickey asked as he dropped down on the long, deep leather sofa in the brown sitting room. This room overlooked the garden, and for that reason Tybalt hated it. Such easy access to the house always irked him, his bodyguard training unable to like what seemed such a glaring weakness in the defense. Mickey had never quite figured out why Tybalt always did his glooming in the room he most hated
“I am not glum,” Tybalt replied. “Just coming down off a job, is all.”
Mickey leaned in and kissed him softly, soothingly, until Tybalt relaxed a bit. “Given the headaches that job gave you, and the difficulty the client had in staying dressed around you, one would think you’d be dancing around the house in glee to be finished.” Which wasn’t true, Tybalt only saw the debt that had yet to be paid, what he’d done wrong, what he could improve, his mind unable to stop working.
In any other sphere of life, Tybalt would have been considered an astounding genius and given the proper accolades and rewards for it. Here he exceptionally talented, highly respected, somewhat feared – but chained and unable to get more than what he earned doing work precious few others could do even a quarter as well.
Murmuring softly, Mickey dragged Tybalt closer and kissed him more deeply, hands moving to knead and soothe away the knots in his muscles, not relenting on any front until Tybalt was half-melted in his arms. “You should be in a good mood, sugarsnap.”
Tybalt rolled his eyes but this time he was fighting a faint smile. “I recognize that gleam; it’s the ‘something is up that’s almost as good as sex’ gleam. What have I missed while I was away?”
“Well, see…Trick was at this banquet…” Mickey grinned. “The Stratton was in the same building. His goons got bored…”
Tybalt stared a moment, then matched Mickey’s grin. “Bored, huh? How bored?”
“Trick put out a new contract this morning. ‘Put in traction’ and the price on their heads is double what it was last time. The usual stipulations, of course.”
“Of course,” Tybalt said, eyes gleaming. “Let me get dressed, we’ll go hunting. I get Reising this time.”
“That’s fine,” Mickey said, giving his friend one last kiss before he let Tybalt go get ready.
*~*~*
A/N: takes place immediately after tygati’s Clash of Brilliance drabble, b/c Sammikins hearts Einn/Cyan and I luffs her for it. ^__^
Violence Equals Sex
“I’m not sure what amuses me more,” Einn said with a fond chuckle as he lounged on the bed, enjoying the view as Cyan stripped. “That Sigma’s new mission in life is to kick your ass the next time you see him, or that you’re excited about the fact he probably will.”
Cyan threw his shirt at Einn, but grinned. “He’s a good fighter. As well-trained as any Rehab. Plus he doesn’t use Lark’s dirty little shipyard tricks. What can I say, I like a good fight.”
“You like a fight period,” Einn said, dragging Cyan down on top of him once he drew close to the bed, pulling his head down to take a hard kiss. “Not that I mind.”
Cyan snickered and tugged playfully at his hair. “I didn’t know you rock spiders were given to voyeurism.”
“I’m not,” Einn said, speaking between sharp, nipping kisses, knowing they always drove Cyan crazy, loving the way they made his lover shift and move on top of him. “I just like watching you, and having you to myself after a good fight gets you all excited. I wonder if your fellow Rehabbers ever noticed you got off on it.”
“I do not,” Cyan muttered, smothering Einn’s retorts with a kiss.
One point five million
“Why so glum, sugarsnap?” Mickey asked as he dropped down on the long, deep leather sofa in the brown sitting room. This room overlooked the garden, and for that reason Tybalt hated it. Such easy access to the house always irked him, his bodyguard training unable to like what seemed such a glaring weakness in the defense. Mickey had never quite figured out why Tybalt always did his glooming in the room he most hated
“I am not glum,” Tybalt replied. “Just coming down off a job, is all.”
Mickey leaned in and kissed him softly, soothingly, until Tybalt relaxed a bit. “Given the headaches that job gave you, and the difficulty the client had in staying dressed around you, one would think you’d be dancing around the house in glee to be finished.” Which wasn’t true, Tybalt only saw the debt that had yet to be paid, what he’d done wrong, what he could improve, his mind unable to stop working.
In any other sphere of life, Tybalt would have been considered an astounding genius and given the proper accolades and rewards for it. Here he exceptionally talented, highly respected, somewhat feared – but chained and unable to get more than what he earned doing work precious few others could do even a quarter as well.
Murmuring softly, Mickey dragged Tybalt closer and kissed him more deeply, hands moving to knead and soothe away the knots in his muscles, not relenting on any front until Tybalt was half-melted in his arms. “You should be in a good mood, sugarsnap.”
Tybalt rolled his eyes but this time he was fighting a faint smile. “I recognize that gleam; it’s the ‘something is up that’s almost as good as sex’ gleam. What have I missed while I was away?”
“Well, see…Trick was at this banquet…” Mickey grinned. “The Stratton was in the same building. His goons got bored…”
Tybalt stared a moment, then matched Mickey’s grin. “Bored, huh? How bored?”
“Trick put out a new contract this morning. ‘Put in traction’ and the price on their heads is double what it was last time. The usual stipulations, of course.”
“Of course,” Tybalt said, eyes gleaming. “Let me get dressed, we’ll go hunting. I get Reising this time.”
“That’s fine,” Mickey said, giving his friend one last kiss before he let Tybalt go get ready.
A/N: takes place immediately after tygati’s Clash of Brilliance drabble, b/c Sammikins hearts Einn/Cyan and I luffs her for it. ^__^
Violence Equals Sex
“I’m not sure what amuses me more,” Einn said with a fond chuckle as he lounged on the bed, enjoying the view as Cyan stripped. “That Sigma’s new mission in life is to kick your ass the next time you see him, or that you’re excited about the fact he probably will.”
Cyan threw his shirt at Einn, but grinned. “He’s a good fighter. As well-trained as any Rehab. Plus he doesn’t use Lark’s dirty little shipyard tricks. What can I say, I like a good fight.”
“You like a fight period,” Einn said, dragging Cyan down on top of him once he drew close to the bed, pulling his head down to take a hard kiss. “Not that I mind.”
Cyan snickered and tugged playfully at his hair. “I didn’t know you rock spiders were given to voyeurism.”
“I’m not,” Einn said, speaking between sharp, nipping kisses, knowing they always drove Cyan crazy, loving the way they made his lover shift and move on top of him. “I just like watching you, and having you to myself after a good fight gets you all excited. I wonder if your fellow Rehabbers ever noticed you got off on it.”
“I do not,” Cyan muttered, smothering Einn’s retorts with a kiss.
