Two drabbles for my Sammikins
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maderrBoth Einn/Cyan. Utter silliness ^^;;
A Man in Uniform
"I bet you looked good decked out in rehab garb," Einn said idly from where he was draped over the bed, head just hanging over the side, regarding Cyan upside down.
Cyan snorted. "No. Auths and shit have sharp looking uniforms. Rehab didn't have time for that shit. Anyway, you couldn’t see the uniform – all black, totally boring – because of all the fucking keys and weapons. I looked like a walking weapons locker."
Einn laughed. "Still, strip all that off and I bet you were hot."
"What brought this on all of a sudden?" Cyan asked, setting his book aside. They'd been relaxing in their quarters, enjoying a rare day off though it would have been nicer if they'd been close to a dock.
Still, a day off was a day off.
"I don't remember what started it, but it occurred to me that I never did get to see you when you were actually rehab – and the way you fill out civi clothes, I bet you had more than one prisoner give you looks. Especially that ass."
Cyan rolled his eyes, forcibly not thinking about Sardorans. "Whatever. You're an idiot. My uniform didn't look much different than what I'm wearing now, except I had a plain jacket and combat boots. Most prisoners were more interested in killing me than fucking me."
"Most?" Einn asked, brow quirking.
"All," Cyan said quickly, cursing himself.
Einn rolled over, then slowly climbed from the bed, striding across the room to tug Cyan up from his seat. "Oh, no. You said most. Who was trying to jump you while they were incarcerated?"
"No one," Cyan muttered. "Can we please stop discussing this?"
Einn bent down to kiss him long and slow and thorough. "Fine, fine. But I still wonder what you would have looked like in uniform."
Cyan shrugged. "I might have a picture somewhere? I remember Sean getting a couple taken, to send his mother. I'll try to dig them up, but I assure you rehab uniforms are not impressive in the slightest."
"Ah, but everything about you is impressive," Einn said, long fingers moving up and down Cyan's body, combing through his short hair before he tilted it back to take another kiss.
Cyan laughed into his mouth. "If you want to get laid, rock spider, all you have to do is say."
Einn grinned. "I mean it – you're impressive. But hey, if you want to show me how good you look out of uniform, I'm not going to protest."
"Idiot," Cyan said fondly, then shoved him toward the bed.
Irresistible
Cyan heard the sound a second too late – then suddenly the slick, heavy weight of a tentacle was wrapped around his middle and he was yanked into the alley way.
He kicked out hard, smashing his boot into the fucking Sardoran's face, even as it started to get entirely too personal with its tentacles. Screaming several colorful curses, longing for a Stinger, he pulled out his stunner and cranked it to max even as the Sardoran slammed him into the wall.
Grunting, he fired.
The fucker didn't let go.
Tenacious little bastards, Sardorans.
It started talking, the wet, slithery words making him grimace as his chip translated. "Even I'm not that rude in public, you fucker."
He aimed his stunner again – but before he could fire it screamed in pain and gave off a faintly smoked-fish smell.
Cyan fell to the ground with a grunt.
"What the fuck was that all about?" Einn asked, stepping around the unconscious Sardoran toward Cyan.
Grimacing in disgust, Cyan tugged tentacles out of his clothing, shuddering at the lingering traces of slime growing cold against his skin. "I need a shower."
"I repeat," Einn said, "what the fuck was that about? You always get Sardorans so hot and bothered they'd get so far away from water just to jump you?" He eyed the Sardoran, then returned his gaze to Cyan.
Cyan flushed. "I don't know! I had the same problem at rehab. They were always fucking coming after me." He scowled at the unconscious Sardoran. Given they needed water to survive, they weren't often seen on low-water planets like this. Probably this one was here on some special assignment.
Still, it had fucking jumped him from an alleyway. How fucking long had the damn thing been tailing him?
And why oh why did Einn have to find out about this?
"You're full of surprises, lover," Einn said lightly. "Hottest damn thing ever to Sardorans, totally in to kissing when you're drunk…" He winked. "And able to get a Fornarian to commit. Anything else I should know about?"
Cyan felt a smile tug at his lips. As always, it was impossible to stay down around Einn. "I love you very much, and would like to go home so I can shower and be fucked by someone I want touching me?"
Einn grinned. "Then let's go. I'll tell the Brilliant to refuse all Sardorans, and to shoot any that come within fifty feet. No one molests you but me."
"You're the only one I want molesting me," Cyan said, kissing his lover hard before Einn led the way back to the ship.
A Man in Uniform
"I bet you looked good decked out in rehab garb," Einn said idly from where he was draped over the bed, head just hanging over the side, regarding Cyan upside down.
Cyan snorted. "No. Auths and shit have sharp looking uniforms. Rehab didn't have time for that shit. Anyway, you couldn’t see the uniform – all black, totally boring – because of all the fucking keys and weapons. I looked like a walking weapons locker."
Einn laughed. "Still, strip all that off and I bet you were hot."
"What brought this on all of a sudden?" Cyan asked, setting his book aside. They'd been relaxing in their quarters, enjoying a rare day off though it would have been nicer if they'd been close to a dock.
Still, a day off was a day off.
"I don't remember what started it, but it occurred to me that I never did get to see you when you were actually rehab – and the way you fill out civi clothes, I bet you had more than one prisoner give you looks. Especially that ass."
Cyan rolled his eyes, forcibly not thinking about Sardorans. "Whatever. You're an idiot. My uniform didn't look much different than what I'm wearing now, except I had a plain jacket and combat boots. Most prisoners were more interested in killing me than fucking me."
"Most?" Einn asked, brow quirking.
"All," Cyan said quickly, cursing himself.
Einn rolled over, then slowly climbed from the bed, striding across the room to tug Cyan up from his seat. "Oh, no. You said most. Who was trying to jump you while they were incarcerated?"
"No one," Cyan muttered. "Can we please stop discussing this?"
Einn bent down to kiss him long and slow and thorough. "Fine, fine. But I still wonder what you would have looked like in uniform."
Cyan shrugged. "I might have a picture somewhere? I remember Sean getting a couple taken, to send his mother. I'll try to dig them up, but I assure you rehab uniforms are not impressive in the slightest."
"Ah, but everything about you is impressive," Einn said, long fingers moving up and down Cyan's body, combing through his short hair before he tilted it back to take another kiss.
Cyan laughed into his mouth. "If you want to get laid, rock spider, all you have to do is say."
Einn grinned. "I mean it – you're impressive. But hey, if you want to show me how good you look out of uniform, I'm not going to protest."
"Idiot," Cyan said fondly, then shoved him toward the bed.
Irresistible
Cyan heard the sound a second too late – then suddenly the slick, heavy weight of a tentacle was wrapped around his middle and he was yanked into the alley way.
He kicked out hard, smashing his boot into the fucking Sardoran's face, even as it started to get entirely too personal with its tentacles. Screaming several colorful curses, longing for a Stinger, he pulled out his stunner and cranked it to max even as the Sardoran slammed him into the wall.
Grunting, he fired.
The fucker didn't let go.
Tenacious little bastards, Sardorans.
It started talking, the wet, slithery words making him grimace as his chip translated. "Even I'm not that rude in public, you fucker."
He aimed his stunner again – but before he could fire it screamed in pain and gave off a faintly smoked-fish smell.
Cyan fell to the ground with a grunt.
"What the fuck was that all about?" Einn asked, stepping around the unconscious Sardoran toward Cyan.
Grimacing in disgust, Cyan tugged tentacles out of his clothing, shuddering at the lingering traces of slime growing cold against his skin. "I need a shower."
"I repeat," Einn said, "what the fuck was that about? You always get Sardorans so hot and bothered they'd get so far away from water just to jump you?" He eyed the Sardoran, then returned his gaze to Cyan.
Cyan flushed. "I don't know! I had the same problem at rehab. They were always fucking coming after me." He scowled at the unconscious Sardoran. Given they needed water to survive, they weren't often seen on low-water planets like this. Probably this one was here on some special assignment.
Still, it had fucking jumped him from an alleyway. How fucking long had the damn thing been tailing him?
And why oh why did Einn have to find out about this?
"You're full of surprises, lover," Einn said lightly. "Hottest damn thing ever to Sardorans, totally in to kissing when you're drunk…" He winked. "And able to get a Fornarian to commit. Anything else I should know about?"
Cyan felt a smile tug at his lips. As always, it was impossible to stay down around Einn. "I love you very much, and would like to go home so I can shower and be fucked by someone I want touching me?"
Einn grinned. "Then let's go. I'll tell the Brilliant to refuse all Sardorans, and to shoot any that come within fifty feet. No one molests you but me."
"You're the only one I want molesting me," Cyan said, kissing his lover hard before Einn led the way back to the ship.
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Date: 2007-07-16 03:02 am (UTC)<3<3<3<3
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Date: 2007-07-16 03:39 am (UTC)The addition of slimey cold was a perfect ewww to offset the hot. Was Cyan ever actually raped by a Sardoran or is this just all te attempts?
Einn is ever so slightly protective of his Cyan, isn't he. Poor Cyan not wanting to reveal his difficulties with Sardorans. Love how you reveal the commitment between these two.'Able to get a Fornarian to commit' and the answer,"I love you very much', all done very lightly with humor.
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Date: 2007-07-16 05:24 am (UTC)Also hahahaha, someday I really want to see a Sardoran with someone. XD
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Date: 2007-07-16 06:30 pm (UTC)And Cyan and Einn are the cutest things ever.
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Date: 2007-07-16 06:12 am (UTC)Also, I second what Ki-chan says: We totally need to make with a Sardoran story now.
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Date: 2007-07-17 02:03 pm (UTC)Whatever. I'll just divert my attention back to the Shiva project. XD
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Date: 2007-07-16 03:17 pm (UTC)Also, this line: They were always fucking coming after me. amused me greatly. I have a very literal mind, sometimes...
Also, the love that just emanates from those two... so sweet. *happy sigh*
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Date: 2007-07-16 07:38 pm (UTC)Totally awesomeness, as ever. *loves*
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Date: 2007-07-17 04:00 am (UTC)PLEASE
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Date: 2007-07-26 12:16 pm (UTC)That was the last one of your Kidnappedverse stories I had to read and so I'll go comment the other ones now.
Thanks for all the great readingtime I had!