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maderrThree Kidnapped drabbles, all Lius & Formane centric since they were apparently being chatty this past week (that or Kitty kept harassing, it's hard to remember ^_~)
The Odd Kreskan
Formane struggled to ignore the looks he was getting.
Stars he should have known better than to come back – but his sister had been sick, what should he have done?
He ignored the looks his relatives were giving him as he packed up.
Sister better, and her illness had been highly exaggerated to him when they’d sent word to him. He should have known, but after so many years as an assassin…he would take no life for granted or fail to treat it preciously.
Contrary to the thoughts behind the looks he was being given, he was a Kreskan through and through. He detested war. He liked quiet, hated excessive noise. Loved the smell of the earth, the feel of the wind.
He just didn’t think the best way to show his appreciation for those things was by sitting around and bitching about others for being reckless, violent warmongers.
“What?” he finally barked, tired of the way they were all looming, half-wishing he’d never come back because other than tending his sister for a bit he’d done absolutely nothing but ignore glares and ugly questions.
“Were you badly wounded?” his cousin finally asked.
Formane frowned. “Wounded?” Then it clicked what they were seeing. Kreskan summers were brutal, and it had taken all of two seconds for him to fall back into the custom of going shirtless in the house and on family property. Plenty of technology existed to combat such things, but Kreskans were simple. Why use cooling devices when going mostly naked was an option?
There were things he missed about home…but there were things in the stars he missed more. Lius was probably still furious Formane had insisted on coming alone – but he hadn’t wanted Lius to deal with the closed mindedness of his homeland. Kreskans and hellcats…especially one as feisty as Lius…
That Lius was the reason they were staring only reinforced his decision had been a wise one. Not a single person here would understand for a second why Formane tolerated a lover who left scars all along his shoulders, arms, back… Formane was rather proud of them, remembering precisely what he’d done to warrant each and every mark in his skin. Nor would they ever fade; he was inoculated against hellcat venom, but it still made certain the scars would be permanent, livid marks. Proof that he finally, finally had the man he’d always wanted – and was quite capable of keeping, for a variety of reasons.
Suddenly he’d really and truly had enough. He wanted to be back in the stars, back with Lius.
Ignoring the questions being thrown at him now that one had broken the silence, Formane tugged on his shirt and then bid them all a last terse farewell. He’d said goodbye to his sister earlier, so there was nothing more to do but sling his bag over his shoulder and walk back to the transport station.
The last time he’d walked away like this, he’d been wallowing in self-loathing and misery. It had set him down the path to becoming an IG-sanctioned assassin. It had also brought him Lius, though, and he could live with that.
Formane whistled a space traveler tune as he walked toward the station.
Don’t Fuck With Hellcats
“Here, kitty kitty,” Ugly One taunted, snapping his fingers as though he really thought it work.
Cornelius growled and kept his crouch.
“Pretty kitty,” Ugly Two said with a leer. “Can I keep him?”
“You couldn’t handle me,” Cornelius snapped, not able to let that slide without comment.
A signal chimed softly in his ear, and Cornelius grunted. It was about time. He hated these hands-on missions. Much more fun to interface with Melee and blow shit up. Loads less paperwork, though it was still beyond him why a ship and crew who didn’t officially exist had to do paperwork.
“That growl is really cute, kitty, but you’re no match for two Telskens.” Ugly One smirked. “Kittens should stay in their sandboxes.”
Cornelius would have rolled his eyes if that hadn’t required taking his eyes off the Uglies.
Stars he hated this kind of work.
Another chime.
He twitched, making them tense – keeping their attention on him.
It was true that a Telsken would be hard for him to take. The bastards were huge, with thick, tough hides and large, boney hands and heads meant for breaking – for shattering. Telske was as hard and unforgiving a planet as Fornar, the only real difference being more with the horizontal and less with the vertical.
But these nitwits obviously thought he was a Sorva or a Leltreen. Species almost as nasty as Danueb Hellcats, but not quite.
A third chime.
Finally. Now he could kill the Ugly Squad and then they could get back in the stars and go blow something up.
He snarled and sprung, lunging wide, just past Ugly one, who’d clearly anticipated a direct attack. Cornelius’ hands flashed out as he passed the bastard, the cry of pain from Ugly One enough to distract Ugly Two. Cornelius used the wall as a springboard, twisting as he hit it, lunging for Ugly Two, claws flashing as he struck.
He landed neatly on his feet by the door, grimacing in distaste at the dark, viscous blood coating his claws. In front of him, the two Telskens collapsed amidst protests and pained groans.
“Danueb, morons,” he told the dying men. “Hellcat. Venom. In your next life, either don’t kidnap children or work for a smarter kidnapper.” He turned and fled, signaling his ship to be ready to go. The ringleader of this little party would know shortly that his men were all dead, meaning the Melee had precious little time to get away.
Still, a job well done. Hostages saved, no casualties, he’d get to blow something up soon, and a job well done meant a good excuse to celebrate with Formane in wonderfully naked ways.
Cornelius gave a low, pleased growl as his ship came into view.
Locked Down Kreskan
Formane had to agree with his lover – blowing shit up was loads more interesting than the more subtle aspect of IA work. By and large, the Melee got to blow stuff up. But Internal Affairs meant they were looking for traitors in the ranks, which meant sometimes subtle work was required.
Didn’t mean he had to like it.
He took a sip of his nasty beer and waited for the target to show, though he suspected the guy wasn’t coming tonight. Reports indicated he’d be more likely to come tomorrow – but there was a sliver of chance he would come tonight, so sitting and waiting was the name of the game.
Not really interested but the habit too ingrained, Formane filtered in the conversations around him, ignoring his lover right beside him, knowing he’d allow himself to get distracted out of sheer boredom and frustration.
Really, the only purpose of places like this was that there were plenty of dark corners and shadowy alleyways where he and Lius could do something quick and dirty.
“—and I told the bitch not to do it, but you know women, they think they know everything, and so she did it and in a tenth of a second they had the place locked down tighter than a Kreskan’s virginity.”
Formane choked on his drink, then doubled over in a coughing fit.
A hand landed on his shoulder, steadying him, the slightest hint of claw in it.
“Outside,” Lius said in the calm, steadying voice of a helpful stranger. “Fresh air will help.”
Nodding, still gasping for air, Formane allowed himself to be guided outside and around the side of the building to where it was dark and cool.
Then Lius fell over laughing, ears flicking back and forth on his head, tail whipping about with the force of his amusement. “Have I ever mentioned that phrase amuses me?”
Formane rolled his eyes. “I don’t see why it’s so funny. We’re not prudes, just snotty pacifists.”
Lius was too busy laughing to do anything more than make a feeble attempt at nodding.
Snarling, Formane yanked him up and shoved his hands into Lius’ pants, gripping that fine ass he never tired of, pulling Lius flush against him, taking his mouth in a bruising kiss that said at least one Kreskan in the stars was not deserving of the obnoxious turn of phrase.
He was easily matched, his half-hellcat lover meeting the snarl with a growling purr of his own, grinding against him, nails digging into his shoulders, causing a pain that to Formane seemed more of a pleasure.
Yanking his hands out of Lius’ pants, he turned and shoved his lover into the wall, pinning him there. “Still finding me funny, kitty cat?” he taunted, loving the dazed, hungry look on Lius’ face.
Then Lius smirked, taunting back. “What will you do to me if I say ‘yes’?”
“Don’t make me get the collar, kitty,” Formane said.
“Locked down Kreskan.”
Formane snarled again, taking another kiss that left them both panting, then proceeded to show Lius what he got for being a smartass.
One more Kidnapped drabble, Cyan/Einn, takes place after this drabble written by Tygs.
Generous Only With His Kisses
“You really make no sense, lover,” Einn said with a sigh as he dropped Cyan on their bed. “I seem to recall we had problems, early on, about my race not being much on commitment – but you’re the one who goes around kissing people.”
Cyan looked miserable – no doubt a mixture of guilt and the aftereffects of drinking Vekk. What sort of idiots drank that stuff like it was a Mars beer?
Sslaevirrvekk was the proper name, but anyone not a hissy Oenala could say that so most simply called it Vekk. It was highly prized – as all illegal substances were. He’d made more than a bit of his money, back in the pirating days, trading the stuff.
“I love you, Einn.”
Einn finally relented, smiling faintly as he sat on the edge of the bed and began to undress his lover, who was shortly going to have a nasty headache. He didn’t pity Tau dealing with the entire crew once the Vekk hangovers started up. Tossing the shirt and boots aside, he set to work on the pants, perhaps letting his fingers roam a little. “I know it. We just need to work on this being a little too generous with your kisses thing.” He winked, tweaking Cyan’s nose when his lover only looked more miserable. “So long as it’s your kisses and not your affection, lover, I care not. You know that.
“Didn’t know it was—“ Cyan cut off with a hiss of pain, holding a hand to his head and turning into the bed as if hiding. Likely from the light. Einn chuckled and with a simple command to his in-lens dimmed them.
He pet and stroked the fine backside bared to him now that Cyan lay on his stomach.
Honestly he thought it cute how strangely Cyan behaved when he was drunk. So not himself. He’d be upset if he thought he had anything to fear – but he didn’t.
Cyan was his through and through; he would not have changed a lifetime’s habit of wandering from lover to lover if he did.
A low moan told him the hangover wasn’t so bad Cyan was immune to his touch, and Einn turned him back over to take a kiss of his own, deep and drugging, even as miserable as Cyan must feel right now.
Yes, this was why he didn’t care how generous with his kissees Cyan got when drunk. Compared to this, they were but paltry imitations. Rehab was his, through and through.
Though Einn was still going to torment him horribly throughout the hangover.
And lastly, a Black Dragon bit, because Deyllgo is love <3
By the time he found a shop that looked correct – having to harass far too many humans to do it, why did humans insist on being so strange about things – Deyllgo was ready to level the entire city. What sense did it make to have so many different buildings that each only had one or two things? Much easier to make them bring it to him except if he’d done that the stupid humans would have messed it up and he would have snarled and then Cion would have been called to Make Him Stop Growling and that would have ruined the surprise.
He glared as a man appeared, feeling somewhat mollified when the human jumped and lost some of the color in his face. Nodding, he strode forward and dropped the broken thing that made Cion sad when he looked at it on the counter. “I need this not broken,” he said, making certain to speak slowly so the human understood him, forcing himself not to snarl.
“Uh…” the man stared at him, then at the thing. “A spyglass?” he asked slowly. “Did you want this one fixed? A new one?”
Deyllgo frowned. Why was the human asking him questions. Hadn’t he just said what he wanted. “I want it not broken,” he repeated.
The man…smiled. One of the older humans, all gray and wrinkled. They tended not to scare as easy, Deyllgo had noticed. “This one is badly broken,” he said. “I could fix it, but it would take a long time. I suggest just buying a new one.”
“A new one?” Deyllgo asked. He thought. That would be good, he thought. “As good as this one?”
“We can get you one even better,” the man said with a smile, and Deyllgo was briefly annoyed that the man no longer seemed scared of him but if it got him a new…spyglass thing for Cion then he supposed he must Put Up With It.
As soon as he got back to the palace, after finding Cion and giving him the new spyglass thing, he was going to make the guards do lots of extra practice. He growled low, pleased with this idea.
The man set out several spyglass things and Deyllgo frowned, displeased that he did not understand what he was looking at. What did humans need such silly things for? He had never asked. “These are good?” he asked.
“Yes, I promise,” the man said. “What do you need it for?”
“My small human,” Deyllgo said, still eying the spyglass things uncertainly. “He is sad his is broken.”
The man chuckled. “A gift, is it? Then I would suggest either of these two, though they cost more.”
Cost more. That was a phrase that meant gold was necessary. Deyllgo snorted and reached into the pants he hated wearing and pulled out the small pouch of coins he’d brought with him, upending it so the silly things spilled all over the counter. “Is that enough gold, human?”
The man’s eyes widened and he made a strange choking sound. “Yes.” His voice came out an odd squeak. “Plenty.”
Deyllgo noted it only in passing, still intent upon the spyglass things. The silver one, he thought. It was less decorated and fancy than the other one, but Cion did not like fancy things. They made him get quiet and hide away and make annoying sounds about not belonging. Whatever that meant. He pointed at it.
“An excellent choice, sir,” the man said with a smile.
Of course it was. Deyllgo snorted and waited impatiently while the human did Stuff before finally handing the spyglass thing over in a glossy wooden box. Deyllgo nodded and turned away, striding from the store and quickly making his way back to the palace.
He growled at the few stupid humans who tried to stop him, bared his teeth at the really annoying ones, and finally reached the place where he knew Cion would be – in the library, near the balcony, bent over a table working on another map of the Dragon Isles.
“Cion,” he said by way of greeting.
His small human promptly looked up, a smudge of ink on his cheek, hair mussed – and smiled. Cion smiled a lot more than he used to, and Deyllgo could not help being smug about the fact he was the reason. “Deyllgo, there you are. The guards said you’d left, but I heard no reports of trouble in the city…”
Deyllgo held out the box.
Cion blinked, but accepted it. He opened the box and stared, then looked up at Deyllgo with a Smile. “You got me a new spyglass?”
“So you will stop looking sad,” Deyllgo explained.
In reply, Cion set the box down and then threw himself into Deyllgo’s arms.
Oh, yes. That was a Good Response. Deyllgo growled low and took Cion’s mouth, growl deepening at the flavor of his lover, the way Cion kissed him back with a strength and fierceness that did not fit his smallness.
Deyllgo really wished humans did not insist on the dratted clothes. They always got in the way at the worst time. He broke the kiss to focus on the stupid clothing for a moment, not wanting Cion to get mad because he tore them again, as that would mean they’d stop and he did not want to stop.
He wanted Cion naked. Growling, he finally managed to get rid of most of the stupid clothes, and kissed Cion before he started making noises about Not the Right Place and other stupid things that only humans cared about.
A moment later Cion fed a whimpering moan into his mouth, fingers tight in Deyllgo’s hair, pressing against him and moving restlessly. Deyllgo rumbled a soft growl in satisfaction, knowing he'd won, moving to a long piece of furniture that was soft and good for this though he did not know what the humans called it.
He would have to buy Cion things more often.
I should go finish the drabbles still on my list. Have been meaning to do so ^^;;
The Odd Kreskan
Formane struggled to ignore the looks he was getting.
Stars he should have known better than to come back – but his sister had been sick, what should he have done?
He ignored the looks his relatives were giving him as he packed up.
Sister better, and her illness had been highly exaggerated to him when they’d sent word to him. He should have known, but after so many years as an assassin…he would take no life for granted or fail to treat it preciously.
Contrary to the thoughts behind the looks he was being given, he was a Kreskan through and through. He detested war. He liked quiet, hated excessive noise. Loved the smell of the earth, the feel of the wind.
He just didn’t think the best way to show his appreciation for those things was by sitting around and bitching about others for being reckless, violent warmongers.
“What?” he finally barked, tired of the way they were all looming, half-wishing he’d never come back because other than tending his sister for a bit he’d done absolutely nothing but ignore glares and ugly questions.
“Were you badly wounded?” his cousin finally asked.
Formane frowned. “Wounded?” Then it clicked what they were seeing. Kreskan summers were brutal, and it had taken all of two seconds for him to fall back into the custom of going shirtless in the house and on family property. Plenty of technology existed to combat such things, but Kreskans were simple. Why use cooling devices when going mostly naked was an option?
There were things he missed about home…but there were things in the stars he missed more. Lius was probably still furious Formane had insisted on coming alone – but he hadn’t wanted Lius to deal with the closed mindedness of his homeland. Kreskans and hellcats…especially one as feisty as Lius…
That Lius was the reason they were staring only reinforced his decision had been a wise one. Not a single person here would understand for a second why Formane tolerated a lover who left scars all along his shoulders, arms, back… Formane was rather proud of them, remembering precisely what he’d done to warrant each and every mark in his skin. Nor would they ever fade; he was inoculated against hellcat venom, but it still made certain the scars would be permanent, livid marks. Proof that he finally, finally had the man he’d always wanted – and was quite capable of keeping, for a variety of reasons.
Suddenly he’d really and truly had enough. He wanted to be back in the stars, back with Lius.
Ignoring the questions being thrown at him now that one had broken the silence, Formane tugged on his shirt and then bid them all a last terse farewell. He’d said goodbye to his sister earlier, so there was nothing more to do but sling his bag over his shoulder and walk back to the transport station.
The last time he’d walked away like this, he’d been wallowing in self-loathing and misery. It had set him down the path to becoming an IG-sanctioned assassin. It had also brought him Lius, though, and he could live with that.
Formane whistled a space traveler tune as he walked toward the station.
Don’t Fuck With Hellcats
“Here, kitty kitty,” Ugly One taunted, snapping his fingers as though he really thought it work.
Cornelius growled and kept his crouch.
“Pretty kitty,” Ugly Two said with a leer. “Can I keep him?”
“You couldn’t handle me,” Cornelius snapped, not able to let that slide without comment.
A signal chimed softly in his ear, and Cornelius grunted. It was about time. He hated these hands-on missions. Much more fun to interface with Melee and blow shit up. Loads less paperwork, though it was still beyond him why a ship and crew who didn’t officially exist had to do paperwork.
“That growl is really cute, kitty, but you’re no match for two Telskens.” Ugly One smirked. “Kittens should stay in their sandboxes.”
Cornelius would have rolled his eyes if that hadn’t required taking his eyes off the Uglies.
Stars he hated this kind of work.
Another chime.
He twitched, making them tense – keeping their attention on him.
It was true that a Telsken would be hard for him to take. The bastards were huge, with thick, tough hides and large, boney hands and heads meant for breaking – for shattering. Telske was as hard and unforgiving a planet as Fornar, the only real difference being more with the horizontal and less with the vertical.
But these nitwits obviously thought he was a Sorva or a Leltreen. Species almost as nasty as Danueb Hellcats, but not quite.
A third chime.
Finally. Now he could kill the Ugly Squad and then they could get back in the stars and go blow something up.
He snarled and sprung, lunging wide, just past Ugly one, who’d clearly anticipated a direct attack. Cornelius’ hands flashed out as he passed the bastard, the cry of pain from Ugly One enough to distract Ugly Two. Cornelius used the wall as a springboard, twisting as he hit it, lunging for Ugly Two, claws flashing as he struck.
He landed neatly on his feet by the door, grimacing in distaste at the dark, viscous blood coating his claws. In front of him, the two Telskens collapsed amidst protests and pained groans.
“Danueb, morons,” he told the dying men. “Hellcat. Venom. In your next life, either don’t kidnap children or work for a smarter kidnapper.” He turned and fled, signaling his ship to be ready to go. The ringleader of this little party would know shortly that his men were all dead, meaning the Melee had precious little time to get away.
Still, a job well done. Hostages saved, no casualties, he’d get to blow something up soon, and a job well done meant a good excuse to celebrate with Formane in wonderfully naked ways.
Cornelius gave a low, pleased growl as his ship came into view.
Locked Down Kreskan
Formane had to agree with his lover – blowing shit up was loads more interesting than the more subtle aspect of IA work. By and large, the Melee got to blow stuff up. But Internal Affairs meant they were looking for traitors in the ranks, which meant sometimes subtle work was required.
Didn’t mean he had to like it.
He took a sip of his nasty beer and waited for the target to show, though he suspected the guy wasn’t coming tonight. Reports indicated he’d be more likely to come tomorrow – but there was a sliver of chance he would come tonight, so sitting and waiting was the name of the game.
Not really interested but the habit too ingrained, Formane filtered in the conversations around him, ignoring his lover right beside him, knowing he’d allow himself to get distracted out of sheer boredom and frustration.
Really, the only purpose of places like this was that there were plenty of dark corners and shadowy alleyways where he and Lius could do something quick and dirty.
“—and I told the bitch not to do it, but you know women, they think they know everything, and so she did it and in a tenth of a second they had the place locked down tighter than a Kreskan’s virginity.”
Formane choked on his drink, then doubled over in a coughing fit.
A hand landed on his shoulder, steadying him, the slightest hint of claw in it.
“Outside,” Lius said in the calm, steadying voice of a helpful stranger. “Fresh air will help.”
Nodding, still gasping for air, Formane allowed himself to be guided outside and around the side of the building to where it was dark and cool.
Then Lius fell over laughing, ears flicking back and forth on his head, tail whipping about with the force of his amusement. “Have I ever mentioned that phrase amuses me?”
Formane rolled his eyes. “I don’t see why it’s so funny. We’re not prudes, just snotty pacifists.”
Lius was too busy laughing to do anything more than make a feeble attempt at nodding.
Snarling, Formane yanked him up and shoved his hands into Lius’ pants, gripping that fine ass he never tired of, pulling Lius flush against him, taking his mouth in a bruising kiss that said at least one Kreskan in the stars was not deserving of the obnoxious turn of phrase.
He was easily matched, his half-hellcat lover meeting the snarl with a growling purr of his own, grinding against him, nails digging into his shoulders, causing a pain that to Formane seemed more of a pleasure.
Yanking his hands out of Lius’ pants, he turned and shoved his lover into the wall, pinning him there. “Still finding me funny, kitty cat?” he taunted, loving the dazed, hungry look on Lius’ face.
Then Lius smirked, taunting back. “What will you do to me if I say ‘yes’?”
“Don’t make me get the collar, kitty,” Formane said.
“Locked down Kreskan.”
Formane snarled again, taking another kiss that left them both panting, then proceeded to show Lius what he got for being a smartass.
One more Kidnapped drabble, Cyan/Einn, takes place after this drabble written by Tygs.
Generous Only With His Kisses
“You really make no sense, lover,” Einn said with a sigh as he dropped Cyan on their bed. “I seem to recall we had problems, early on, about my race not being much on commitment – but you’re the one who goes around kissing people.”
Cyan looked miserable – no doubt a mixture of guilt and the aftereffects of drinking Vekk. What sort of idiots drank that stuff like it was a Mars beer?
Sslaevirrvekk was the proper name, but anyone not a hissy Oenala could say that so most simply called it Vekk. It was highly prized – as all illegal substances were. He’d made more than a bit of his money, back in the pirating days, trading the stuff.
“I love you, Einn.”
Einn finally relented, smiling faintly as he sat on the edge of the bed and began to undress his lover, who was shortly going to have a nasty headache. He didn’t pity Tau dealing with the entire crew once the Vekk hangovers started up. Tossing the shirt and boots aside, he set to work on the pants, perhaps letting his fingers roam a little. “I know it. We just need to work on this being a little too generous with your kisses thing.” He winked, tweaking Cyan’s nose when his lover only looked more miserable. “So long as it’s your kisses and not your affection, lover, I care not. You know that.
“Didn’t know it was—“ Cyan cut off with a hiss of pain, holding a hand to his head and turning into the bed as if hiding. Likely from the light. Einn chuckled and with a simple command to his in-lens dimmed them.
He pet and stroked the fine backside bared to him now that Cyan lay on his stomach.
Honestly he thought it cute how strangely Cyan behaved when he was drunk. So not himself. He’d be upset if he thought he had anything to fear – but he didn’t.
Cyan was his through and through; he would not have changed a lifetime’s habit of wandering from lover to lover if he did.
A low moan told him the hangover wasn’t so bad Cyan was immune to his touch, and Einn turned him back over to take a kiss of his own, deep and drugging, even as miserable as Cyan must feel right now.
Yes, this was why he didn’t care how generous with his kissees Cyan got when drunk. Compared to this, they were but paltry imitations. Rehab was his, through and through.
Though Einn was still going to torment him horribly throughout the hangover.
And lastly, a Black Dragon bit, because Deyllgo is love <3
By the time he found a shop that looked correct – having to harass far too many humans to do it, why did humans insist on being so strange about things – Deyllgo was ready to level the entire city. What sense did it make to have so many different buildings that each only had one or two things? Much easier to make them bring it to him except if he’d done that the stupid humans would have messed it up and he would have snarled and then Cion would have been called to Make Him Stop Growling and that would have ruined the surprise.
He glared as a man appeared, feeling somewhat mollified when the human jumped and lost some of the color in his face. Nodding, he strode forward and dropped the broken thing that made Cion sad when he looked at it on the counter. “I need this not broken,” he said, making certain to speak slowly so the human understood him, forcing himself not to snarl.
“Uh…” the man stared at him, then at the thing. “A spyglass?” he asked slowly. “Did you want this one fixed? A new one?”
Deyllgo frowned. Why was the human asking him questions. Hadn’t he just said what he wanted. “I want it not broken,” he repeated.
The man…smiled. One of the older humans, all gray and wrinkled. They tended not to scare as easy, Deyllgo had noticed. “This one is badly broken,” he said. “I could fix it, but it would take a long time. I suggest just buying a new one.”
“A new one?” Deyllgo asked. He thought. That would be good, he thought. “As good as this one?”
“We can get you one even better,” the man said with a smile, and Deyllgo was briefly annoyed that the man no longer seemed scared of him but if it got him a new…spyglass thing for Cion then he supposed he must Put Up With It.
As soon as he got back to the palace, after finding Cion and giving him the new spyglass thing, he was going to make the guards do lots of extra practice. He growled low, pleased with this idea.
The man set out several spyglass things and Deyllgo frowned, displeased that he did not understand what he was looking at. What did humans need such silly things for? He had never asked. “These are good?” he asked.
“Yes, I promise,” the man said. “What do you need it for?”
“My small human,” Deyllgo said, still eying the spyglass things uncertainly. “He is sad his is broken.”
The man chuckled. “A gift, is it? Then I would suggest either of these two, though they cost more.”
Cost more. That was a phrase that meant gold was necessary. Deyllgo snorted and reached into the pants he hated wearing and pulled out the small pouch of coins he’d brought with him, upending it so the silly things spilled all over the counter. “Is that enough gold, human?”
The man’s eyes widened and he made a strange choking sound. “Yes.” His voice came out an odd squeak. “Plenty.”
Deyllgo noted it only in passing, still intent upon the spyglass things. The silver one, he thought. It was less decorated and fancy than the other one, but Cion did not like fancy things. They made him get quiet and hide away and make annoying sounds about not belonging. Whatever that meant. He pointed at it.
“An excellent choice, sir,” the man said with a smile.
Of course it was. Deyllgo snorted and waited impatiently while the human did Stuff before finally handing the spyglass thing over in a glossy wooden box. Deyllgo nodded and turned away, striding from the store and quickly making his way back to the palace.
He growled at the few stupid humans who tried to stop him, bared his teeth at the really annoying ones, and finally reached the place where he knew Cion would be – in the library, near the balcony, bent over a table working on another map of the Dragon Isles.
“Cion,” he said by way of greeting.
His small human promptly looked up, a smudge of ink on his cheek, hair mussed – and smiled. Cion smiled a lot more than he used to, and Deyllgo could not help being smug about the fact he was the reason. “Deyllgo, there you are. The guards said you’d left, but I heard no reports of trouble in the city…”
Deyllgo held out the box.
Cion blinked, but accepted it. He opened the box and stared, then looked up at Deyllgo with a Smile. “You got me a new spyglass?”
“So you will stop looking sad,” Deyllgo explained.
In reply, Cion set the box down and then threw himself into Deyllgo’s arms.
Oh, yes. That was a Good Response. Deyllgo growled low and took Cion’s mouth, growl deepening at the flavor of his lover, the way Cion kissed him back with a strength and fierceness that did not fit his smallness.
Deyllgo really wished humans did not insist on the dratted clothes. They always got in the way at the worst time. He broke the kiss to focus on the stupid clothing for a moment, not wanting Cion to get mad because he tore them again, as that would mean they’d stop and he did not want to stop.
He wanted Cion naked. Growling, he finally managed to get rid of most of the stupid clothes, and kissed Cion before he started making noises about Not the Right Place and other stupid things that only humans cared about.
A moment later Cion fed a whimpering moan into his mouth, fingers tight in Deyllgo’s hair, pressing against him and moving restlessly. Deyllgo rumbled a soft growl in satisfaction, knowing he'd won, moving to a long piece of furniture that was soft and good for this though he did not know what the humans called it.
He would have to buy Cion things more often.
I should go finish the drabbles still on my list. Have been meaning to do so ^^;;
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Date: 2007-04-07 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-07 04:28 pm (UTC)Oh Lord, Deyllgo is the perfect Stupid Lump boyfriend. Like seriously, he is the dragon dumb jock, the guy who drove the pickup truck in school and and sat in the back of the class not answering questions and carving his name into the desk with a pocketknife. Except, y'know, more hot and growly. Secretly, this is the Big Dumb Man I want to marry someday.
("My small human," ahahahahaha.)
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Date: 2007-04-07 04:28 pm (UTC)2. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH EINN AND CYAN <3333
3.Cion and Deyllgo...my love for these two knows no bounds, mostly because of Deyllgo's way of thinking, and the fact that Cion is his 'small human'. And how Deyllgo mentally capitalizes words. So Much Amusement.
Ahahaha, these made my day more shiny.
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Date: 2007-04-07 04:50 pm (UTC)And ahahahahahaha, Deyllgo cracks me the hell up. XD
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Date: 2007-04-07 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-07 06:12 pm (UTC)Poor Cyan. It's a wonder he's not a teetotaler, with the guilt. ^__^;; ::snicker:: Though it's dead funny as it is. ^____^ I like that Einn's not being a bastard about it but also isn't letting Cyan off that easily. ^___^
::grin:: Deyllgo and Cion need smut. Deyllgo's just so snarly-hot and Cion matches him so well. (And I love that Deyllgo goes out of his way to make sure Cion is happy and the capitalization of certain terms in his head and *___* it's just soooo pretty (and uh, needs smut!)). ^___^
Um, in conclusion, yay drabbles! ^___^ ♥
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Date: 2007-04-07 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-07 06:38 pm (UTC)Deyllgo and Cion are so perfect together and I HAVE NO WORDS FOR THAT LEVEL OF WOOB.
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Date: 2007-04-07 08:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-07 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-07 11:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-07 11:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 02:28 am (UTC)And I loved the aftermath of Cyan and Sigma's kiss from Einn's perspective. *hearts* So sweet. ^_^
And Lius and Formane are just love because they're so violent. *snickers and tackle hearts you* ^______^
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Date: 2007-04-08 02:44 am (UTC)And Deyllgo and Cion. Deyllgo makes me laugh so much.
But I can't figure out what piece of furniture Deyllgo is talking about. *droops*
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Date: 2007-04-08 04:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 07:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 11:02 am (UTC)“My small human. He is sad his is broken.”