Drabble-ganza - #46 Caleb/Mal
200 words, they just wouldn't be quiet. And just so you know, it's dark. There's some dom tones to it. Nothing graphic.
prehistoric_sea wanted Mal/Caleb for
Sun
Caleb had tried to explain it a thousand times.
How there was only one center to his universe, how it was *not* the sun.
But when Mal would rip through his sermons in their bed, eye’s blazing, wrath on his tongue as he growled, “And this, what about this?” as his fist jerked Caleb’s shaft, jerked and tugged and rent his garments into oblivion...
“How’s that for a God?” Mal would whisper viciously, hand coming from behind to wrap around Caleb’s chest his palm over the preacher’s misguided heart.
Mal didn’t care where this stranger came from, he’d spit fire on him from the beginning not knowing the man needed to be in his bed, craved the control, craved to be a servant to any master that’d have him. He was a lost sheep just like any of ‘em, only he tried to think he had control, he had an in with some holy spirit he called The First.
“You still think you serve her now, preacher? When I make you sin and sin and sin again? She doesn’t care to be your sun. Doesn’t care to be your First. There’s only me. I’m your sun, and you worship me.
The next prompt is Moon
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prehistoric_sea wanted Mal/Caleb for
Sun
Caleb had tried to explain it a thousand times.
How there was only one center to his universe, how it was *not* the sun.
But when Mal would rip through his sermons in their bed, eye’s blazing, wrath on his tongue as he growled, “And this, what about this?” as his fist jerked Caleb’s shaft, jerked and tugged and rent his garments into oblivion...
“How’s that for a God?” Mal would whisper viciously, hand coming from behind to wrap around Caleb’s chest his palm over the preacher’s misguided heart.
Mal didn’t care where this stranger came from, he’d spit fire on him from the beginning not knowing the man needed to be in his bed, craved the control, craved to be a servant to any master that’d have him. He was a lost sheep just like any of ‘em, only he tried to think he had control, he had an in with some holy spirit he called The First.
“You still think you serve her now, preacher? When I make you sin and sin and sin again? She doesn’t care to be your sun. Doesn’t care to be your First. There’s only me. I’m your sun, and you worship me.
The next prompt is Moon
Your Mission: The first to comment will get a drabble within the week. Throw me a fandom, crossover, rps, anything. If I don't know the fandom, I'll let you know. If there's *really* something you want in your drabble, you can request it, but really, all you have to do is give me a pairing.