AU SS - Crackfic
Title: Defence Manoeuvres
Fandom: The S/S AU
Warnings: Possible crack, sneaky Sages and the like.
Characters: Ken, Lukas and Rufus the dog.
Timeline: Post-"Audit"
He didn't like it but Ken had insisted. If Lukas had had his way, they would both have stayed in their rooms until a workable strategic plan was achieved. Ken refused. He was not going to allow this jumped up Kinglet to imprison them in their own home and dictate their actions. Lukas offered (and demanded) to accompany him but again, Ken refused.
"Let them sweat." Ken's voice was muffled by the faded T-shirt he pulled over his head. "Let them wonder how I survived and how I'm not injured. They know how much power you can call upon. Let them wonder what more you can do with it."
Lukas paced along the other side of the bed, eyeing his lover. His hands flex, curling into fists as he mutters to himself. Any of his generals would have known this mood and cut the necessary strategy meetings short or found some reason to get the Sage included until the mood passed. "I don't like this."
Ken raked a hand through his hair, making it somewhat more ordered and scrambled across the bed to kiss his tall lover. "Fine, I'll take the haystack." Another kiss. "We won't be long."
Lukas stared at the canvas and sighed gustily. The radio in the kitchen was crackling through the local news and he was half-listening even as he contemplated the addition of a touch of cerulean blue to lighten the overall tone of the piece. He was dipping his brush in when he heard the name "Colm Tobin."
The name was familiar and it took a moment for him to remember. The man was one of the Maou's flunkies - the one who had accompanied him when he came to blackmail Lukas and Ken into returning to their old place in the hierarchy. More words started to filter through the haze of colours and shapes filling his mind and the dull concern for Ken. More names and "....hospital...blood loss...groin injuries..."
Lukas stopped, paint-brush resting against his cheek and leant back enough to stick his head in the kitchen just as the news caster summed up the story. Three men, all found bleeding from wounds in their crotches, who refused to tell the authorities anything. All three names were familiar - all names associated with the Maou of Earth and all those that his contacts knew as 'enforcers'. There was one last detail that made his eyebrows climb. A post-graduate student, walking his dog, had found the men.
He was leaning against the doorway as claws scrabbled on the hard-wood stairs and Ken's laughter heralded their return. His lover was flushed from the brisk breeze and bright-eyed with mischief. Lukas tilted his head. "I hear you two have been busy....but I need to know something. Please, please tell me it was the dog that did the biting?"
Fandom: The S/S AU
Warnings: Possible crack, sneaky Sages and the like.
Characters: Ken, Lukas and Rufus the dog.
Timeline: Post-"Audit"
He didn't like it but Ken had insisted. If Lukas had had his way, they would both have stayed in their rooms until a workable strategic plan was achieved. Ken refused. He was not going to allow this jumped up Kinglet to imprison them in their own home and dictate their actions. Lukas offered (and demanded) to accompany him but again, Ken refused.
"Let them sweat." Ken's voice was muffled by the faded T-shirt he pulled over his head. "Let them wonder how I survived and how I'm not injured. They know how much power you can call upon. Let them wonder what more you can do with it."
Lukas paced along the other side of the bed, eyeing his lover. His hands flex, curling into fists as he mutters to himself. Any of his generals would have known this mood and cut the necessary strategy meetings short or found some reason to get the Sage included until the mood passed. "I don't like this."
Ken raked a hand through his hair, making it somewhat more ordered and scrambled across the bed to kiss his tall lover. "Fine, I'll take the haystack." Another kiss. "We won't be long."
Lukas stared at the canvas and sighed gustily. The radio in the kitchen was crackling through the local news and he was half-listening even as he contemplated the addition of a touch of cerulean blue to lighten the overall tone of the piece. He was dipping his brush in when he heard the name "Colm Tobin."
The name was familiar and it took a moment for him to remember. The man was one of the Maou's flunkies - the one who had accompanied him when he came to blackmail Lukas and Ken into returning to their old place in the hierarchy. More words started to filter through the haze of colours and shapes filling his mind and the dull concern for Ken. More names and "....hospital...blood loss...groin injuries..."
Lukas stopped, paint-brush resting against his cheek and leant back enough to stick his head in the kitchen just as the news caster summed up the story. Three men, all found bleeding from wounds in their crotches, who refused to tell the authorities anything. All three names were familiar - all names associated with the Maou of Earth and all those that his contacts knew as 'enforcers'. There was one last detail that made his eyebrows climb. A post-graduate student, walking his dog, had found the men.
He was leaning against the doorway as claws scrabbled on the hard-wood stairs and Ken's laughter heralded their return. His lover was flushed from the brisk breeze and bright-eyed with mischief. Lukas tilted his head. "I hear you two have been busy....but I need to know something. Please, please tell me it was the dog that did the biting?"