For Nikery
Oct. 16th, 2007 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrAnd I know she's not the only one to have asked for this scene. I guess the trick was snake twins. Who knew? ^_~
Chris scowled as he ventured inside the hotel, and the expression only deepened as a man in the hotel uniform promptly came up to him, sweeping an old fashioned bow before murmuring that Mr. White should follow him.
He followed all the same, because he had agreed to dinner.
Though how he would have gotten out of that room without agreeing, he didn't really know.
He pointedly ignored the fact that he hadn't really tried.
Tugging at the sleeves of his blue sweater, entertaining thoughts of what precisely he was going to do to interfering imps, he nodded an absent thanks to the man who'd guided him and entered the room as the attendant pulled the door open.
The lights in the room were dimmed; too dark for him to get a strong sense of the exact colors of it, but he sensed even absolute dark would not hide the demon who stood to greet him, unless Sable felt like hiding.
Something flashed in those storm cloud eyes as Sable drew close, something hot and possessive that Chris stubbornly ignored. He was not going to be pushed around and overwhelmed by a damned demon lord and that was that.
"You look as stunning as ever, beautiful," Sable murmured, lightly stroking Chris' cheek.
Chris jerked away. "Stop calling me that. I agreed to dinner, not your ridiculous pet names."
"Pet names?" Sable smirked. "No, not pet names. Endearments."
"Shut up," Chris retorted.
Sable laughed and motioned to the table. "I neglected to ask what you liked to eat, so I had to improvise."
Chris quirked a brow, wondering what on earth he meant by 'improvise' because he seriously doubted it was as simple as merely choosing a meal he thought might work.
He was motioned once more to sit down, and reluctantly Chris gave in. Sable sat down across from him, and Chris wished he could say he was unaffected by the demon – but more stolen kisses than he liked to think about said otherwise, and that he could not completely tear his eyes away only emphasized the fact that he found Sable Brennus far too attractive.
The dark curls had been more or less tamed, and the black slacks and gray sweater fit too well to be anything but tailored. Chris felt outclassed in more ways than one – beyond his being something that should not exist, he was about as much a peasant as Sable was the wealthy Lord of the city.
In a different time and place, he would have been worth less than the dirt on Sable's shoes. Such distinctions didn't matter as much to normals, but in the paranormal world it still carried a bit of weight.
Or maybe it was all in his head, because his world had nothing in common whatsoever with the neon towers that were in essence Sable's palace.
"So how is it you are part ghost, lovely?" Sable asked, eyes locked upon him.
Chris frowned, because he hated dealing with the matter of his birth, but he respected being asked straight out rather than slyly prodded. "My father is a ghost," he finally said. "My mother used to be a white witch."
"Fascinating," Sable said. "She used the spell of temporary life. That must have been exhausting. Any person capable of that must be strong indeed.
"Yes," Chris said quietly, and it was warming to finally talk to someone who truly appreciated the depth and complexity of the spell his mother had so long ago cast. A spell that had cost a not insignificant amount of her own life to give three days of life to his father. Such a spell was usually too much for anyone to fully comprehend, let alone appreciate the difficulty.
Sable's eyes gleamed. "That would explain your curious mix of energies. I've never seen the like."
"Energies?" Chris asked. He'd heard vaguely of such things, but demons were not something he knew much about – they were powerful, but overall did not play a very large role in the day to day.
"Yes," Sable said, leaning slightly forward, and Chris swore his eyes were almost glowing…no…they looked more like lightning behind thick clouds. "Black and gold; a strange mix of purities. All it lacks is silver."
Chris scowled. "Silver?" he asked, though he suspected he knew exactly what Sable meant.
The smirk he got in reply was answer enough, but Sable elaborated anyway. "My energies."
"I'm not yours," Chris snapped. He was prevented from further comment as the door suddenly opened and waiters appeared bearing large trays. Swiftly but neatly they set out glasses, a bottle of wine, and a large plate piled with what seemed to be at least half a dozen different things.
He glared at the vast array of appetizers, then up at Sable. "What exactly," he asked slowly, "did you mean by improvise?"
Sable shrugged, the expression on his face one of extreme innocence. "I didn't get to ask you what you liked, so I just asked others."
Chris groaned and reached for his wine glass – somehow not surprised to find it was one of his favorites as well. "I do not know who you asked, but I swear if I get asked a million damned questions, you confounding demon—"
"Temper, temper," Sable said, but with a grin. "I bet that feistiness gets you far in your business." The grin turned into a smirk – one which held no small amount of heat. "I wonder where else that feistiness does well."
Bastard.
"None of your business," he snapped.
Sable merely smiled and helped himself to the tray of appetizers, and Chris stubbornly jerked his gaze away from watching that little display.
Not certain what else to do, he took a few bites of his own.
His last date had consisted of a movie theatre and his punching the jerk in the face. Before that…none of them had been quite like this.
Less glamour. Less smirking. Much less smartass, know it all, far too smug demon lord.
He finally dragged his gaze up as the silence stretched, because try as he might he didn't want the silence to stretch. Damn it, this was stupid. He had no business dallying with a demon lord – especially since at some point said demon lord would need to take a consort.
Which would leave Chris painfully short one lover.
Except he had no intention of becoming lovers with Sable, so the point was moot.
He took another swallow of wine.
"So how did you come to be a paranormal detective, beautiful? It is an interesting occupation."
Chris shrugged. "An old friend of my mother's always wanted to be one; he used to talk about it a lot. It interested me enough to pursue it." He motioned vaguely. "I have never heard of a demon who lorded it up in casinos."
Sable grinned, and Chris could not help but stare. He looked almost boyish, like a kid told to do as he wanted in a toy store. "I like the way the noise and the flash make people act. They're bewitched without any magic involved. It amuses me."
He didn't doubt it also gave Sable an extremely easy way of keeping certain normals and even paranormals under his thumb. A demon, after all, was a demon. It was almost amusing, really.
A soft laugh drew him from his thoughts, and he glowered as he realized he'd been caught in his light amusement.
The opening of the door once more prevented his responding, and he wondered suddenly if Sable was doing that on purpose. He didn't bother to ask, knowing he'd just get a taunting reply, and anyway the smell of steak was far more interesting at the moment.
He really was supremely annoyed with Sable.
Not so much he was going to refuse such wonderful food. They ate for several minutes in silence, Chris periodically glaring at the looks Sable gave him from time to time. Looks that spelled nothing but trouble he fully intended to avoid.
When their plates were at last emptied, he sat back with his wine in hand and regarded Sable, glare still firmly in place.
"That blue sweater really does divine things to your eyes, beloved. I shall have to thank your imp."
Chris set his wine glass down hard and leaned forward. "Do. Not. Call. Me. That," he hissed. "I am no such thing. Your being a demon lord does not mean you get your way with everything. I'm no plaything for you to toy with."
Those eyes blazed, like lightning or moonlight, the sort of light that loved the darkness. "No," Sable said, "you're not. You're mine."
Before he could protest that, Chris found himself yanked roughly, awkwardly, across the table. He swore at the bruises he would have in strange places the next morning, but they were quickly smothered beneath a hot mouth that somehow knew all too well how to make him groan.
He reached up to shove Sable back, something, but instead his hands only fisted in the soft cashmere of the gray sweater and he refused to acknowledge that he was straddling Sable or that it felt more than a little nice.
With an effort he tore away from that far too appealing mouth. "You're out of line."
"No, I'm not," Sable replied, that infuriating smirk on his face that Chris wanted to smack off or kiss off or whatever would work. "You're mine, beloved."
Chris let go of the grip he still had on Sable's sweater to smack him hard on one shoulder, then struggled to get free – but Sable wasn't letting him go, and he already learned the hard way that even with his ghost form he didn't go anywhere once Sable had hold. "Let me go," he snapped.
"No," Sable repeated, then dragged him down for another kiss.
Damn it he was not giving in. He'd agreed to dinner, and that most certainly did not include this manner of dessert, he didn't care that Sable tasted like magic and that those hands were equally wicked.
When he was finally allowed to breathe again, he could only try and fail to keep scowling and protesting and escaping.
"Come upstairs with me, beautiful."
Chris wondered what the hell was wrong with him, and just how much he would someday regret this, but neither concern kept him from replying, "Only if you stop calling me those stupid names."
Sable merely smiled, and it was startling that there was nothing smug or mocking in it, enough that Chris forgot to protest as he was pressed down upon Sable's bed.
"Beloved…" the words were like a caress against his skin, and Chris shivered despite himself, thoroughly annoyed by that fact.
He glared at the demon who had returned to being smug, and tugged Sable back down to initiate a kiss himself, if only to shut the damnable demon up.
Chris scowled as he ventured inside the hotel, and the expression only deepened as a man in the hotel uniform promptly came up to him, sweeping an old fashioned bow before murmuring that Mr. White should follow him.
He followed all the same, because he had agreed to dinner.
Though how he would have gotten out of that room without agreeing, he didn't really know.
He pointedly ignored the fact that he hadn't really tried.
Tugging at the sleeves of his blue sweater, entertaining thoughts of what precisely he was going to do to interfering imps, he nodded an absent thanks to the man who'd guided him and entered the room as the attendant pulled the door open.
The lights in the room were dimmed; too dark for him to get a strong sense of the exact colors of it, but he sensed even absolute dark would not hide the demon who stood to greet him, unless Sable felt like hiding.
Something flashed in those storm cloud eyes as Sable drew close, something hot and possessive that Chris stubbornly ignored. He was not going to be pushed around and overwhelmed by a damned demon lord and that was that.
"You look as stunning as ever, beautiful," Sable murmured, lightly stroking Chris' cheek.
Chris jerked away. "Stop calling me that. I agreed to dinner, not your ridiculous pet names."
"Pet names?" Sable smirked. "No, not pet names. Endearments."
"Shut up," Chris retorted.
Sable laughed and motioned to the table. "I neglected to ask what you liked to eat, so I had to improvise."
Chris quirked a brow, wondering what on earth he meant by 'improvise' because he seriously doubted it was as simple as merely choosing a meal he thought might work.
He was motioned once more to sit down, and reluctantly Chris gave in. Sable sat down across from him, and Chris wished he could say he was unaffected by the demon – but more stolen kisses than he liked to think about said otherwise, and that he could not completely tear his eyes away only emphasized the fact that he found Sable Brennus far too attractive.
The dark curls had been more or less tamed, and the black slacks and gray sweater fit too well to be anything but tailored. Chris felt outclassed in more ways than one – beyond his being something that should not exist, he was about as much a peasant as Sable was the wealthy Lord of the city.
In a different time and place, he would have been worth less than the dirt on Sable's shoes. Such distinctions didn't matter as much to normals, but in the paranormal world it still carried a bit of weight.
Or maybe it was all in his head, because his world had nothing in common whatsoever with the neon towers that were in essence Sable's palace.
"So how is it you are part ghost, lovely?" Sable asked, eyes locked upon him.
Chris frowned, because he hated dealing with the matter of his birth, but he respected being asked straight out rather than slyly prodded. "My father is a ghost," he finally said. "My mother used to be a white witch."
"Fascinating," Sable said. "She used the spell of temporary life. That must have been exhausting. Any person capable of that must be strong indeed.
"Yes," Chris said quietly, and it was warming to finally talk to someone who truly appreciated the depth and complexity of the spell his mother had so long ago cast. A spell that had cost a not insignificant amount of her own life to give three days of life to his father. Such a spell was usually too much for anyone to fully comprehend, let alone appreciate the difficulty.
Sable's eyes gleamed. "That would explain your curious mix of energies. I've never seen the like."
"Energies?" Chris asked. He'd heard vaguely of such things, but demons were not something he knew much about – they were powerful, but overall did not play a very large role in the day to day.
"Yes," Sable said, leaning slightly forward, and Chris swore his eyes were almost glowing…no…they looked more like lightning behind thick clouds. "Black and gold; a strange mix of purities. All it lacks is silver."
Chris scowled. "Silver?" he asked, though he suspected he knew exactly what Sable meant.
The smirk he got in reply was answer enough, but Sable elaborated anyway. "My energies."
"I'm not yours," Chris snapped. He was prevented from further comment as the door suddenly opened and waiters appeared bearing large trays. Swiftly but neatly they set out glasses, a bottle of wine, and a large plate piled with what seemed to be at least half a dozen different things.
He glared at the vast array of appetizers, then up at Sable. "What exactly," he asked slowly, "did you mean by improvise?"
Sable shrugged, the expression on his face one of extreme innocence. "I didn't get to ask you what you liked, so I just asked others."
Chris groaned and reached for his wine glass – somehow not surprised to find it was one of his favorites as well. "I do not know who you asked, but I swear if I get asked a million damned questions, you confounding demon—"
"Temper, temper," Sable said, but with a grin. "I bet that feistiness gets you far in your business." The grin turned into a smirk – one which held no small amount of heat. "I wonder where else that feistiness does well."
Bastard.
"None of your business," he snapped.
Sable merely smiled and helped himself to the tray of appetizers, and Chris stubbornly jerked his gaze away from watching that little display.
Not certain what else to do, he took a few bites of his own.
His last date had consisted of a movie theatre and his punching the jerk in the face. Before that…none of them had been quite like this.
Less glamour. Less smirking. Much less smartass, know it all, far too smug demon lord.
He finally dragged his gaze up as the silence stretched, because try as he might he didn't want the silence to stretch. Damn it, this was stupid. He had no business dallying with a demon lord – especially since at some point said demon lord would need to take a consort.
Which would leave Chris painfully short one lover.
Except he had no intention of becoming lovers with Sable, so the point was moot.
He took another swallow of wine.
"So how did you come to be a paranormal detective, beautiful? It is an interesting occupation."
Chris shrugged. "An old friend of my mother's always wanted to be one; he used to talk about it a lot. It interested me enough to pursue it." He motioned vaguely. "I have never heard of a demon who lorded it up in casinos."
Sable grinned, and Chris could not help but stare. He looked almost boyish, like a kid told to do as he wanted in a toy store. "I like the way the noise and the flash make people act. They're bewitched without any magic involved. It amuses me."
He didn't doubt it also gave Sable an extremely easy way of keeping certain normals and even paranormals under his thumb. A demon, after all, was a demon. It was almost amusing, really.
A soft laugh drew him from his thoughts, and he glowered as he realized he'd been caught in his light amusement.
The opening of the door once more prevented his responding, and he wondered suddenly if Sable was doing that on purpose. He didn't bother to ask, knowing he'd just get a taunting reply, and anyway the smell of steak was far more interesting at the moment.
He really was supremely annoyed with Sable.
Not so much he was going to refuse such wonderful food. They ate for several minutes in silence, Chris periodically glaring at the looks Sable gave him from time to time. Looks that spelled nothing but trouble he fully intended to avoid.
When their plates were at last emptied, he sat back with his wine in hand and regarded Sable, glare still firmly in place.
"That blue sweater really does divine things to your eyes, beloved. I shall have to thank your imp."
Chris set his wine glass down hard and leaned forward. "Do. Not. Call. Me. That," he hissed. "I am no such thing. Your being a demon lord does not mean you get your way with everything. I'm no plaything for you to toy with."
Those eyes blazed, like lightning or moonlight, the sort of light that loved the darkness. "No," Sable said, "you're not. You're mine."
Before he could protest that, Chris found himself yanked roughly, awkwardly, across the table. He swore at the bruises he would have in strange places the next morning, but they were quickly smothered beneath a hot mouth that somehow knew all too well how to make him groan.
He reached up to shove Sable back, something, but instead his hands only fisted in the soft cashmere of the gray sweater and he refused to acknowledge that he was straddling Sable or that it felt more than a little nice.
With an effort he tore away from that far too appealing mouth. "You're out of line."
"No, I'm not," Sable replied, that infuriating smirk on his face that Chris wanted to smack off or kiss off or whatever would work. "You're mine, beloved."
Chris let go of the grip he still had on Sable's sweater to smack him hard on one shoulder, then struggled to get free – but Sable wasn't letting him go, and he already learned the hard way that even with his ghost form he didn't go anywhere once Sable had hold. "Let me go," he snapped.
"No," Sable repeated, then dragged him down for another kiss.
Damn it he was not giving in. He'd agreed to dinner, and that most certainly did not include this manner of dessert, he didn't care that Sable tasted like magic and that those hands were equally wicked.
When he was finally allowed to breathe again, he could only try and fail to keep scowling and protesting and escaping.
"Come upstairs with me, beautiful."
Chris wondered what the hell was wrong with him, and just how much he would someday regret this, but neither concern kept him from replying, "Only if you stop calling me those stupid names."
Sable merely smiled, and it was startling that there was nothing smug or mocking in it, enough that Chris forgot to protest as he was pressed down upon Sable's bed.
"Beloved…" the words were like a caress against his skin, and Chris shivered despite himself, thoroughly annoyed by that fact.
He glared at the demon who had returned to being smug, and tugged Sable back down to initiate a kiss himself, if only to shut the damnable demon up.
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Date: 2007-10-17 01:51 am (UTC)Heh, and I bet Chris doesn't hear the end of it from Doug for a long while. ^___^ Now I must go re-read the Sable-Chris smut that's out there somewhere, just because they are so lovely. ::glomps:: Thankee for the lovely drabbly. ^___^
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Date: 2007-10-17 02:01 am (UTC)How perfectly perfect. These two will forever own my heart. <3
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Date: 2007-10-17 02:01 am (UTC)I <3 Chris. Wanting to be independant, unable to resist his attraction but not wanting to just be a fling. Thank goodness Sable isn't worried about acting with propriety or anything, really, beyond staking his claim on Chris.
I think these two are one of my favorite couples that you write.
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Date: 2007-10-17 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 02:09 am (UTC)I do love Sable and Chris, I really do. And yet, I can't help but feel something is very unfair about their relationship. I always feel so sorry for Chris. Is that terrible of me?
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Date: 2007-10-17 02:14 am (UTC)I sense more stories in the future over this consort matter--Chris doesn't know he'll be the consort, right? Just a temporary lover? Ahhh, the headiness of flangst!
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Date: 2007-10-17 02:16 am (UTC)Um, I think I sort of see where you get that? I would feel bad for him, too, except Chris loves it and Sable is just as thoroughly pwned in the end. Chris has, since he was old enough to know how to fight back, always been tough and in charge and smartmouthed and all of it. At the end of the day, he likes that Sable so thoroughly takes control, takes over, and he doesn't have to be the big tough ghostie in charge anymore.
So, yeah, it all works in the end. Even if Chris snarks about it.
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Date: 2007-10-17 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 02:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 04:22 am (UTC)Sable and Chris. *melts*
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Date: 2007-10-17 04:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-17 05:43 am (UTC)Someone should write a manual, "A Guide to Demon Dating: how to say an effective no, maybe, or nonsubmissive yes". The advice wouldn't work and was probably written by a demon anyway (for evil purposes of course) but there might be a market.
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Date: 2007-10-17 07:00 am (UTC)DwtD is quite possibly my favorite universe (topped only by Lucid/Elton/Baxter ^^). Chris and Sable make me so gooey I can barely type for lack of bodily structure. Thank you so much for writing this. I really needed something so wonderful after a whole day of slogging through homework.
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Date: 2007-10-17 09:06 am (UTC)Chris and Sable are so very yummy. ^^ I like how Chris is always so conflicted around Sable. Though I suppose Sable enjoys confusing him.
I wonder, are you going to write about when they became demon and consort? Is it like a marriage ceremony? Because that would be hilarious (though improbable... ^^).
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Date: 2007-10-17 12:08 pm (UTC)I love the revelation that Chris punched his last date. Wonder what the guy did to deserve that?
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Date: 2007-10-17 12:38 pm (UTC)thankee!
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Date: 2007-10-17 01:36 pm (UTC)Chris is too cute already. Hehe. ^^
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Date: 2007-10-17 02:20 pm (UTC)I love that Chris was worried about getting dumped when Sable chooses a Consort. Awww, cute little smitten, in denial Chris.
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Date: 2007-10-17 03:34 pm (UTC)Oh! I wanted to know if you would like to write something for your birthday. I don't usually do that kind of thing, but you're one of the writers who was responsible for me getting up the guts to write queer original fiction rather than sticking to the straight and narrow path. So I want to say thank you :D
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Date: 2007-10-17 06:11 pm (UTC)Sable and Chris are my favorite couple_in this 'verse, Chris is my favorite character_in this 'verse and Chris' smartmouth and snarking attitude is just love!
Thank you for the great drabble and the great 'verse!
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Date: 2007-10-21 04:45 pm (UTC)I miss this story. There's so much to explore from it and their world. Thank you for writing this for
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Date: 2007-10-24 10:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-11 10:48 pm (UTC)Sable grinned, and Chris could not help but stare. He looked almost boyish, like a kid told to do as he wanted in a toy store. "I like the way the noise and the flash make people act. They're bewitched without any magic involved. It amuses me."