Happy Halloween!
I came home from work early with cramps. I did contemplate going to a party tonight, but there was just too much pain. However! The pain has finally subsided, and now I'm just chilling with a Canadian and some homemade nachos (so not on my diet) and waiting for the Trick-or-Treaters to arrive. So let's play a Halloween game, which I lifted from oh_mumble
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"I told you," Marcus said, his glare ineffective with the distracting and horribly fake teeth poking out from his upper lip. "S'ferwork."
The laugh Harlan let was almost a long sustained bark of amusement. By the time he calmed down he failed at looking serious when asking, "I'm sorry could you repeat that? Your teeth got in the way."
Marcus slipped his fingers into his mouth and tugged the teeth out and repeated, "It's for work. Stupid Halloween party, we all have to dress up. Company policy."
"You chose a Vampire, Ratner? A VAMPIRE?"
Marcus put the teeth back into his mouth and started stalking towards the door. He really truly hated Halloween. Hated the holiday, the stupid decorations, his stupid job and at the current moment he hated Harlen Ratcliff. Just as he reached the front door he felt Harlan's hand grab his side and turn him around. He clenched the fake teeth together and let out a low, "What?"
"I think you might not have fed on enough blood before the party, maybe you need to come home early and replenish your supply," Harlan gave a not so innocent wink and turned his head to flash the open length of his neck. Marcus stuttered as Harlan pushed him out the door. "Have fun!"
Marcus spent the entire car ride to the party thinking of excuses he hadn't used before.
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And... there is a treat. For you. Even though you didn't ask. *blush*
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By the time Marcus got home his makeup was smeared, his fake vampire teeth had disappeared, and he was exhausted. He hated having to dress up for Halloween, but even worse was having to stay late for a mandatory party.
Like he didn't get enough of those people during the forty hours a week he got paid to spend with them.
Besides, Harlan's promise had been nagging at him all day, an image of that neck flashing in his mind when he least expected it. Which led to images of other, more dangerous parts of Harlan, and by the time Marcus finally managed to sneak out of the party he was ready to scream.
He let out a sigh as he let himself into the apartment, closing the door behind him and just standing there for a minute, drinking in the silence. He reached up to untie his cape as he madde his way down the hall, stopping in the door to the living room and letting the cape hit the floor.
Harlan was stretched out on the couch, shoes still on and a beer open on the coffee table. His tie was hanging loose and open and Marcus could just glimpse the pale skin just under his collar. And he looked so peaceful that Marcus sort of hated to wake him, but he'd been waiting too long for this moment to pass it up now.
He crossed the room and sank as carefully as he could onto the edge of the couch, reaching out to pull Harlan's tie away from his neck before he leaned in and licked a stripe along the exposed skin of Harlan's collarbone.
A hand came up to grip his bicep, just hard enough to let Marcus know Harlan wasn't quite as asleep as he'd looked. Harlan's thumb moved up and down his bicep, his other hand reaching up to grip the back of Marcus' neck.
"Your lipstick's all smudged, Ratner," Harlan said, his drowsy grin making him look so young for a second that Marcus' heart actually skipped a beat. "You been making out with Frankenstein?"
"The Wolf Man," Marcus said, grinning at the look of mock jealousy on Harlan's face. "But I was thinking about you the whole time."
"Oh yeah?" Harlan shifted to let Marcus slide a little further onto the couch, the hand on his bicep sliding down to rest against Marcus' waist. "Maybe you shouldn't be going to any more parties without me."
"Why, you think I need protecting?" Marcus asked, and he knew he should probably be a little insulted, but he kind of liked the idea of Harlan being jealous.
"Depends." Harlan leaned in for a quick kiss that stretched out until Marcus was breathing hard, cheeks flushed and suddenly way too warm in what was left of his costume. "What happened to your teeth?"
"No idea," Marcus said, gaze fixed on Harlan's mouth.
"Wild party. I'm definitely crashing the next one," Harlan said as Marcus leaned in to kiss him again.
"Good."
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Your continuation absolutely rules, and is of course where I can't take it. I am bad with making things ... sexy. Or even mildly hot. But that was hot as hell. Smeared make up and licking his coller bone and .. yes. :D LOVED IT.
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~
There wasn't much about their life that was normal.
There wasn't much about being a hero that was normal, and even if there was, Matt definitely hadn't expected to find himself raising a kid with Mohinder, of all people.
He didn't pretend to be any good at it; half the time Molly had to tell them how this whole parenting thing was supposed to work. She'd reminded them to get candy to hand out to the other kids in the building, and she'd nagged them every day until they finally took her shopping for a costume, complaining the whole time that all the good ones would be gone.
But there'd been a surprising selection left, and he'd groaned when she finally settled on the perfect one. He grinned as she raced into the living room and twirled around, holding her cape out behind her.
"How do I look?"
"Like the toughest Superman on the block."
"Superwoman," she corrected for the thousandth time, even though she'd rejected the Wonder Woman and Batgirl costumes for the Superman costume she was currently wearing. But she was happy, and that was what mattered, so he let her grab his hand and pull him toward the door. "Come on, we have to go before all the good candy's gone."
"Okay, okay," he said as she tugged him straight past a laughing Mohinder.
"Sure you don't want me to stay and hand out candy instead?" Matt asked.
"Not on your life," Mohinder answered. He leaned in for a quick kiss, then shoved Matt out the door after Molly. "Have fun."
"Fine. But next year it's your turn," Matt called over his shoulder as Molly pulled him down the hall.
And maybe this was about as normal as it got for them, but Matt had 'normal' with Janice once, and given the choice, he'd take this every time.
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I am currently drawing hearts around you and hugging you from roughly 1861 miles away. (I totally just google mapped Phoenix to Knoxville, how much of a dork am I?)
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