To Pursue, To Have for flatliner345
I know that this is incredibly late, but I hope I can still post it. Between loosing my internet a month ago and dealing with cr*p in real life and getting hold of a beta, I was finally able to finish and post this:
Title: To Pursue, To Have
Author: uh_oh_shuffle
Characters, Pairing: Cain/Glitch, three OCs, mention of others.
Rating: Lets just say Mature at some points, but mainly Teen.
For: flatliner345
Beta: neutralalienist
Summary: Glitch has a stalker, and Cain is pretty pissed by it.
Warning: Um…I don’t think there are any spoilers, except a few tiny ones. There’s an (obvious) slash pairing, and some mature concepts.
Disclaimer: I do not own the mini-series Tin Man, nor do I own any of its characters or settings. I do, however, own the three OCs in this fic: Lyle, Emily, and Professor Riley.
Word Count: About 2,500 words
A/N: I don’t know if this is exactly what the requester wanted, but I tried my best and I hope it isn’t too ridiculous. >.<#
Part One: The Beginning and the Stalk
The gadget vibrated to life, startling Glitch as he removed his hand from the disorganized mess on his old laboratory desk. The faded oak became scratched as the strange and unfamiliar machine danced around the wood, falling to the floor with a murmuring thump. Glitch, still shocked by how ruined his beautiful wing of the palace had become over the years, could only stare as the gadget slowly shut down, its nuts and bolts shaking apart from the strong effort they were forced to show for their old creator.
Nothing seemed familiar, yet nothing seemed new. He couldn’t figure out how anything worked, yet their insides did not confuse him. Hours he spent just staring. Watching. Specks of dust floated past as he tried to will his limbs to move, his brain to work. He was supposed to be cleaning up and doing his part to return the Finaquan palace back to its past glory. But he just couldn’t. Things were still to strange to him. Was everything truly back to normal? Glitch sighed as he picked up his fallen invention and placed it back onto the table. A loose wire from an invention to the side snag onto his hand, cutting into the skin and creating a small flood of blood to quickly rise and slowly fall from the new wound.
“Oh, drat!” He squeezed his pale hand against his torn coat, feeling the soft pound of a heart beat vibrating against the cloth just as the machine had vibrated against his table. It made sense. After so many years that he had spent with electronics and machines, why shouldn’t he relate to them? “…ow!” He felt small tears well up behind his lids as the pain seemed to sharpen. He knew he should do something for the cut…but what?
…Where would he have placed bandages? Maybe he didn’t have any. Maybe as Ambrose he was much more observant and careful.
“Mr. Ambrose? Mr. Ambrose, are you in here?” A young and cautious voice called to him from the doorway. Turning around and trying his best to hide the tears, Glitch smiled to a man only a few inches shorter than himself. His dusty hair stuck out in every direction, the poor fellow still not accustomed to the accepted neat and tidy looks. His small blue eyes widened in terror at the sight of blood on the other’s clothing.
“Mr. Ambrose! Are you alright? What happened? Did you get hurt? Let me find you a bandage!” Glitch rolled his eyes, memories of his talkative and over-anxious assistant flowing through his mind.
“I think I am quite alright, Lyle. But a bandage would be nice.” His voice wavered at the end. Within seconds Lyle had returned and wrapped a white cloth over his palm, but not before stopping the bleeding with a few presses of his fingers.
“Here you are, Mr. Ambrose. Oh, this is my entire fault! I knew I was going to be late, but I did nothing to -”
“Lyle! Stop with such talk. This little accident was all my own.” Glitch reassured, placing a warm hand on a rather large shoulder, “But thank you for helping.” With another smile Glitch was up and out the door, a finished box of garbage under his arm.
Lyle, frozen in place, blushed. Still old Ambrose…
--~-*-~--
The smell of fresh bread and warm soup filled his nose as our eccentric brunette dropped his box of old papers and forgotten letters, giving his attention entirely to the dinning room door. A quick thought popped in from the hidden and chaotic place in his mind.
“Oh! I almost forgot about my lunch with Wyatt. How could you forget such a thing, Glitch?” he scowled himself for letting the little meeting go over the cliff of his mind. He entered the large room, seeing plates readied for hungry palace dwellers. An older gentleman and a young maid sat together at a small table, smiling and laughing delicately. They nodded their heads in Glitch’s direction as he made for a seat at the long royal family table.
“Maybe Cain forgot too…?” Thoughts of the tin man scratching his head and looking from left to right and back again in some lost hallway of the palace sent a small giggle up from his throat. If that were to happen, he supposed, then he would have to start wearing a hat and walking around with his chest puffed out tin-man-style.
A few minutes passed, with clangs from the kitchen and gentle conversations from the cooks, and still Cain hadn’t arrived. Glitch knew not to be worried - Cain had an important job as palace security.
“Excuse me, Mr. Glitch, but would you like some of our fresh soup?” A very young and rather attractive girl smiled down at him with reddened cheeks and a hop in her spine. In her hands was a large bowl of a brownish gook. Chicken and carrots floated around the top, daring Glitch to take a taste.
“Oh, no thank you Emily. Maybe when Mr. Cain arrives. Have you seen him?” The young girl shook her head.
“I heard there was some problem at the entrance of the palace. Perhaps he was called over there.” Glitch nodded, and then held his own bowl up.
“Well, no sense in me not being fed just because he has to save the day!” With a scoop of her large ladle the sweet smell of homemade soup floated into the air and down into the man’s bowl. “Thank you.” When Emily left Glitch could only shake his head. “Silly boy scouts and their quest for merit badges.” He joked.
“Silly headcases and their quest to anger their boy scouts.”
“Cain! There you are!” Wyatt Cain removed his hat and sat down beside his companion, a smile lighting up Glitch’s otherwise rather dull day. A strong arm wrapped around his lither frame, pulling him and his chair closer. “I missed you waking up this morning. You know I hate it when you don’t wake me when you leave.” Lips as warm as the liquid in his bowl pressed against his curls, and fingers teased his torn coat.
“There was a call from Ahamo. He was worried about some noises he heard down from our hall.” Glitch, fully concerned, wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck. “He said he thought someone was there the other night, but I didn’t find anything.”
“Glad to see my tin man took care of it.” Picking up his spoon Glitch fed some of his meal to the blonde, who kissed him with a wet smack.
“Please, take that somewhere else.” A tired and shaky voice announced from across the room. Looking over, the two men saw another man whose white hair gave away his hidden age. Dark eyes crashed down over them, giving Glitch a reason to try and leave Cain’s grip, but the tin man refused to let him. Large and well trained muscles folded over the man’s chest. “Must you do that here? Where people eat, Ambrose?” A tiny grin, “Or should I say…Glitch?” Pouting, the headcase turned his attention back to his lover.
“Cain, have you met Mr. Riley? He is an old…old college professor. He worked as advisor before I came along.” A hint of anger peeked from those usually bright and playful brown eyes.
“Nice to meet you, Sir. You did a pretty good job with this one.” He teased pulling Glitch back against his side.
“Apparently too good a job. As a young man he had stolen away my title, but I suppose he did deserve it. He deserved everything he accomplished over those years as advisor to our dear Queen.”
“Thank you, Mr. Riley. But if you don’t mind I have a nice lunch given to me by a marvelous cook and I intend to finish it.” And with that Glitch was obviously done with their conversation. And so was Riley. He gave one last smile before he casually left the dinning room, back straight and walk nothing short of noble.
“Nice guy.” Cain said sarcastically. Glitch huffed and offered him some more soup.
“He was always so cruel to me. I knew he was bitter about me taking his job away, but he was still in charge of the laboratories as a whole.” A calloused hand soothed his now hurting head. It seemed Cain always knew when his temples would pain him, the memories and thinking becoming too much in too short a time.
“Don’t you worry, Sweetheart…” He spoke gently, “I’ll be here if old Professor Riley needs a swift kick in his rear.”
Dark lips smiled up at him before an agile body collided against his again, “You always know just what to say!”
Later that night, as the two pulled covers over their bodies and Glitch snaked his way with a giggle into his lover’s embrace, a dark figure stood watch as the last light was turned out…
--~-*-~--
So perfect...so beautiful. Those bouncy curls, and laughing lips. Those bright big eyes you always had. And that always dancing figure, that seems to crave someone’s touch…just like before.
All of it…is perfect. Those promising hips are more than deserving of me. Not of that…that boring old cop. He hasn’t known you as long as I, dear Ambrose. He wasn’t the one who watched you from so far away before all these painful situations. But why do you follow him, why do you crawl into his arms at the end of your days? I almost had you.
I was so close.
But I won’t lose you again, Ambrose. You can give him that kiss goodnight and whisper your sweet prayers before you turn off your lights, but you will always be the same old Ambrose from all those annuals ago…that curious and intelligent student who fought me with every fact.
A dark figure, stationed atop of a well curved hill across from the two new lover’s balcony window smiled against the shadows around him.
Part Two: The Attack and the End
Cain opened the balcony door to their bedroom slowly, and took in the sun’s bright rays and the fresh cool air that greeted him. Reaching over her picked up his dark red robe, a gift from the currently still sleeping headcase, and wrapped it around his shirtless body. Birds chirped as he pulled the cotton sheets and heavy quilt from off of his lover, grinning when a yelp exploded. A mess of brown curls and a pouting lip met him head on.
“It’s time for me to go to work. You gonna’ be okay by yourself for a few hours?” Crossing his arms in that childlike way of his Glitch stuck his tongue out, only convincing the tin man that he had fallen for a five year old.
“I might not have all my marbles in their rightful places, but I can handle myself perfectly fine, thank you!” Three bitter comments and two kisses later Cain was out the door and down the hall, leaving the other man to do what he wished.
“Hmm…I suppose I should go down to the lab. I’m sure Lyle will be there cleaning up by now.” Dressing quickly and with a clumsy grace, Glitch prepared for his day.
It took him a bit longer to find his old lab than he had wanted - all the halls confusing him like a maze. He was surprised to find the lights still turned off and nothing out of place from their previous cleaning the night before. Scratching his head, being mindful of the sensitive skin beside his zipper, the brunette called out: “Lyle! Lyle, are you here yet?!” A box from off to the side fell, the sound echoing off the walls. “…Lyle?”
“Ambrose.” Hands shaking and the hair on his neck like needles against his skin, Glitch turned around. His find was nothing less than heart-stopping.
From deep in the shadows of his lab, a tall dark figure rose from behind boxes tossed aside. His black clothing only made his shadowed face worry the zipperhead more.
“…Wh-Who are you…?” his voice shook, giving away the nerves he wished he could hide. “Where’s Ly-WAIT!” With a sudden jolt the mysterious figure jumped, grabbing Glitch’s lither frame with his tight grip and throwing him to the hard floor. Raising his leg, the other man kicked upwards, hitting him in the thigh and making him stagger back, giving Glitch enough time to get on his feet and land another kick to his attackers jaw.
Racing for the door, a gloved hand grabbed his ankle, pulling him back down. “Where do you think you’re going, my dear Ambrose.” The material from those dark gloves stroked down his cheek, while his ankle was released. The other hand came into view, the fingers twitching as they reached down for his belt buckle. Glitch struggled against the heavy weight resting a top his form, “Trying to leave? Without even one kiss?” In the dark he could see a light reflecting off of dark eyes, a hint of wrinkles flowing into the darker parts of the attacker’s face. Now wide-eyed and trapped, Glitch screamed as cold and chapped lips pressed against his jaw. “I think I can forgive you for that little show in there…after all, I have been waiting to long for this.”
Reaching down, the fear inside of his belly mixing with that familiar anger, Glitch grabbed hold of the hand undoing his belt, and twisted it backwards. Letting out a shriek of pain, the older attacker let go and held his arm against his chest.
Scrambling to get up, Glitch could feel a streak of pain forming around his zipper. With one last look at his attacker, he ran as fast as his legs could go - past hall, doors, and statues. He ran until his body slammed into a wooden entranceway and he tripped over himself, landing safely in Cain’s arms.
--~*-~--
Cain slammed his fist against his oak desk, letting papers fly and pencils roll away. “That son of a bitch!” Another slam and Glitch’s body jerked upwards from his seat at the tin man’s chair. Realizing who upsetting his actions where to his already distraught lover, Wyatt leaned down on his knee in front of his headcase. “I promise, I will make him pay for what he tried to do to you.”
“Wyatt…I don’t want anyone getting hurt.” Glitch seemed to reason more to himself, “He was a good man…a good teacher. Maybe this will just go away.”
“Sweetheart, stalkers don’t just go away. Hell, the only good thing you can say about them is that they’re devoted and determined. I’m not going to let him touch you every again.” Leaning closer, Cain’s lips ghosted over shaking flesh. “You’re mine, and I don’t want some sick professor hurting you.” He wrapped his arms around Glitch’s small frame and held him as close as he could, savoring every little bit that was all his and no one else’s. A tear rolled down his tan cheek as he thought back to the second his lover raced into him, almost knocking him over, tears streaming down, a look of pure fright and confusion on his face.
But it was okay. But if there was one thing tin men knew, it was how to protect.
And he was damn well going to do just that.
--~-*-~--
A/N: I would really like to redo this as a chapter story. Maybe add more mystery and attacks and whatnot. Maybe I’ll start that when my life outside of fanfiction world isn’t being such a b*tch.
Title: To Pursue, To Have
Author: uh_oh_shuffle
Characters, Pairing: Cain/Glitch, three OCs, mention of others.
Rating: Lets just say Mature at some points, but mainly Teen.
For: flatliner345
Beta: neutralalienist
Summary: Glitch has a stalker, and Cain is pretty pissed by it.
Warning: Um…I don’t think there are any spoilers, except a few tiny ones. There’s an (obvious) slash pairing, and some mature concepts.
Disclaimer: I do not own the mini-series Tin Man, nor do I own any of its characters or settings. I do, however, own the three OCs in this fic: Lyle, Emily, and Professor Riley.
Word Count: About 2,500 words
A/N: I don’t know if this is exactly what the requester wanted, but I tried my best and I hope it isn’t too ridiculous. >.<#
Part One: The Beginning and the Stalk
The gadget vibrated to life, startling Glitch as he removed his hand from the disorganized mess on his old laboratory desk. The faded oak became scratched as the strange and unfamiliar machine danced around the wood, falling to the floor with a murmuring thump. Glitch, still shocked by how ruined his beautiful wing of the palace had become over the years, could only stare as the gadget slowly shut down, its nuts and bolts shaking apart from the strong effort they were forced to show for their old creator.
Nothing seemed familiar, yet nothing seemed new. He couldn’t figure out how anything worked, yet their insides did not confuse him. Hours he spent just staring. Watching. Specks of dust floated past as he tried to will his limbs to move, his brain to work. He was supposed to be cleaning up and doing his part to return the Finaquan palace back to its past glory. But he just couldn’t. Things were still to strange to him. Was everything truly back to normal? Glitch sighed as he picked up his fallen invention and placed it back onto the table. A loose wire from an invention to the side snag onto his hand, cutting into the skin and creating a small flood of blood to quickly rise and slowly fall from the new wound.
“Oh, drat!” He squeezed his pale hand against his torn coat, feeling the soft pound of a heart beat vibrating against the cloth just as the machine had vibrated against his table. It made sense. After so many years that he had spent with electronics and machines, why shouldn’t he relate to them? “…ow!” He felt small tears well up behind his lids as the pain seemed to sharpen. He knew he should do something for the cut…but what?
…Where would he have placed bandages? Maybe he didn’t have any. Maybe as Ambrose he was much more observant and careful.
“Mr. Ambrose? Mr. Ambrose, are you in here?” A young and cautious voice called to him from the doorway. Turning around and trying his best to hide the tears, Glitch smiled to a man only a few inches shorter than himself. His dusty hair stuck out in every direction, the poor fellow still not accustomed to the accepted neat and tidy looks. His small blue eyes widened in terror at the sight of blood on the other’s clothing.
“Mr. Ambrose! Are you alright? What happened? Did you get hurt? Let me find you a bandage!” Glitch rolled his eyes, memories of his talkative and over-anxious assistant flowing through his mind.
“I think I am quite alright, Lyle. But a bandage would be nice.” His voice wavered at the end. Within seconds Lyle had returned and wrapped a white cloth over his palm, but not before stopping the bleeding with a few presses of his fingers.
“Here you are, Mr. Ambrose. Oh, this is my entire fault! I knew I was going to be late, but I did nothing to -”
“Lyle! Stop with such talk. This little accident was all my own.” Glitch reassured, placing a warm hand on a rather large shoulder, “But thank you for helping.” With another smile Glitch was up and out the door, a finished box of garbage under his arm.
Lyle, frozen in place, blushed. Still old Ambrose…
--~-*-~--
The smell of fresh bread and warm soup filled his nose as our eccentric brunette dropped his box of old papers and forgotten letters, giving his attention entirely to the dinning room door. A quick thought popped in from the hidden and chaotic place in his mind.
“Oh! I almost forgot about my lunch with Wyatt. How could you forget such a thing, Glitch?” he scowled himself for letting the little meeting go over the cliff of his mind. He entered the large room, seeing plates readied for hungry palace dwellers. An older gentleman and a young maid sat together at a small table, smiling and laughing delicately. They nodded their heads in Glitch’s direction as he made for a seat at the long royal family table.
“Maybe Cain forgot too…?” Thoughts of the tin man scratching his head and looking from left to right and back again in some lost hallway of the palace sent a small giggle up from his throat. If that were to happen, he supposed, then he would have to start wearing a hat and walking around with his chest puffed out tin-man-style.
A few minutes passed, with clangs from the kitchen and gentle conversations from the cooks, and still Cain hadn’t arrived. Glitch knew not to be worried - Cain had an important job as palace security.
“Excuse me, Mr. Glitch, but would you like some of our fresh soup?” A very young and rather attractive girl smiled down at him with reddened cheeks and a hop in her spine. In her hands was a large bowl of a brownish gook. Chicken and carrots floated around the top, daring Glitch to take a taste.
“Oh, no thank you Emily. Maybe when Mr. Cain arrives. Have you seen him?” The young girl shook her head.
“I heard there was some problem at the entrance of the palace. Perhaps he was called over there.” Glitch nodded, and then held his own bowl up.
“Well, no sense in me not being fed just because he has to save the day!” With a scoop of her large ladle the sweet smell of homemade soup floated into the air and down into the man’s bowl. “Thank you.” When Emily left Glitch could only shake his head. “Silly boy scouts and their quest for merit badges.” He joked.
“Silly headcases and their quest to anger their boy scouts.”
“Cain! There you are!” Wyatt Cain removed his hat and sat down beside his companion, a smile lighting up Glitch’s otherwise rather dull day. A strong arm wrapped around his lither frame, pulling him and his chair closer. “I missed you waking up this morning. You know I hate it when you don’t wake me when you leave.” Lips as warm as the liquid in his bowl pressed against his curls, and fingers teased his torn coat.
“There was a call from Ahamo. He was worried about some noises he heard down from our hall.” Glitch, fully concerned, wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck. “He said he thought someone was there the other night, but I didn’t find anything.”
“Glad to see my tin man took care of it.” Picking up his spoon Glitch fed some of his meal to the blonde, who kissed him with a wet smack.
“Please, take that somewhere else.” A tired and shaky voice announced from across the room. Looking over, the two men saw another man whose white hair gave away his hidden age. Dark eyes crashed down over them, giving Glitch a reason to try and leave Cain’s grip, but the tin man refused to let him. Large and well trained muscles folded over the man’s chest. “Must you do that here? Where people eat, Ambrose?” A tiny grin, “Or should I say…Glitch?” Pouting, the headcase turned his attention back to his lover.
“Cain, have you met Mr. Riley? He is an old…old college professor. He worked as advisor before I came along.” A hint of anger peeked from those usually bright and playful brown eyes.
“Nice to meet you, Sir. You did a pretty good job with this one.” He teased pulling Glitch back against his side.
“Apparently too good a job. As a young man he had stolen away my title, but I suppose he did deserve it. He deserved everything he accomplished over those years as advisor to our dear Queen.”
“Thank you, Mr. Riley. But if you don’t mind I have a nice lunch given to me by a marvelous cook and I intend to finish it.” And with that Glitch was obviously done with their conversation. And so was Riley. He gave one last smile before he casually left the dinning room, back straight and walk nothing short of noble.
“Nice guy.” Cain said sarcastically. Glitch huffed and offered him some more soup.
“He was always so cruel to me. I knew he was bitter about me taking his job away, but he was still in charge of the laboratories as a whole.” A calloused hand soothed his now hurting head. It seemed Cain always knew when his temples would pain him, the memories and thinking becoming too much in too short a time.
“Don’t you worry, Sweetheart…” He spoke gently, “I’ll be here if old Professor Riley needs a swift kick in his rear.”
Dark lips smiled up at him before an agile body collided against his again, “You always know just what to say!”
Later that night, as the two pulled covers over their bodies and Glitch snaked his way with a giggle into his lover’s embrace, a dark figure stood watch as the last light was turned out…
--~-*-~--
So perfect...so beautiful. Those bouncy curls, and laughing lips. Those bright big eyes you always had. And that always dancing figure, that seems to crave someone’s touch…just like before.
All of it…is perfect. Those promising hips are more than deserving of me. Not of that…that boring old cop. He hasn’t known you as long as I, dear Ambrose. He wasn’t the one who watched you from so far away before all these painful situations. But why do you follow him, why do you crawl into his arms at the end of your days? I almost had you.
I was so close.
But I won’t lose you again, Ambrose. You can give him that kiss goodnight and whisper your sweet prayers before you turn off your lights, but you will always be the same old Ambrose from all those annuals ago…that curious and intelligent student who fought me with every fact.
A dark figure, stationed atop of a well curved hill across from the two new lover’s balcony window smiled against the shadows around him.
Part Two: The Attack and the End
Cain opened the balcony door to their bedroom slowly, and took in the sun’s bright rays and the fresh cool air that greeted him. Reaching over her picked up his dark red robe, a gift from the currently still sleeping headcase, and wrapped it around his shirtless body. Birds chirped as he pulled the cotton sheets and heavy quilt from off of his lover, grinning when a yelp exploded. A mess of brown curls and a pouting lip met him head on.
“It’s time for me to go to work. You gonna’ be okay by yourself for a few hours?” Crossing his arms in that childlike way of his Glitch stuck his tongue out, only convincing the tin man that he had fallen for a five year old.
“I might not have all my marbles in their rightful places, but I can handle myself perfectly fine, thank you!” Three bitter comments and two kisses later Cain was out the door and down the hall, leaving the other man to do what he wished.
“Hmm…I suppose I should go down to the lab. I’m sure Lyle will be there cleaning up by now.” Dressing quickly and with a clumsy grace, Glitch prepared for his day.
It took him a bit longer to find his old lab than he had wanted - all the halls confusing him like a maze. He was surprised to find the lights still turned off and nothing out of place from their previous cleaning the night before. Scratching his head, being mindful of the sensitive skin beside his zipper, the brunette called out: “Lyle! Lyle, are you here yet?!” A box from off to the side fell, the sound echoing off the walls. “…Lyle?”
“Ambrose.” Hands shaking and the hair on his neck like needles against his skin, Glitch turned around. His find was nothing less than heart-stopping.
From deep in the shadows of his lab, a tall dark figure rose from behind boxes tossed aside. His black clothing only made his shadowed face worry the zipperhead more.
“…Wh-Who are you…?” his voice shook, giving away the nerves he wished he could hide. “Where’s Ly-WAIT!” With a sudden jolt the mysterious figure jumped, grabbing Glitch’s lither frame with his tight grip and throwing him to the hard floor. Raising his leg, the other man kicked upwards, hitting him in the thigh and making him stagger back, giving Glitch enough time to get on his feet and land another kick to his attackers jaw.
Racing for the door, a gloved hand grabbed his ankle, pulling him back down. “Where do you think you’re going, my dear Ambrose.” The material from those dark gloves stroked down his cheek, while his ankle was released. The other hand came into view, the fingers twitching as they reached down for his belt buckle. Glitch struggled against the heavy weight resting a top his form, “Trying to leave? Without even one kiss?” In the dark he could see a light reflecting off of dark eyes, a hint of wrinkles flowing into the darker parts of the attacker’s face. Now wide-eyed and trapped, Glitch screamed as cold and chapped lips pressed against his jaw. “I think I can forgive you for that little show in there…after all, I have been waiting to long for this.”
Reaching down, the fear inside of his belly mixing with that familiar anger, Glitch grabbed hold of the hand undoing his belt, and twisted it backwards. Letting out a shriek of pain, the older attacker let go and held his arm against his chest.
Scrambling to get up, Glitch could feel a streak of pain forming around his zipper. With one last look at his attacker, he ran as fast as his legs could go - past hall, doors, and statues. He ran until his body slammed into a wooden entranceway and he tripped over himself, landing safely in Cain’s arms.
--~*-~--
Cain slammed his fist against his oak desk, letting papers fly and pencils roll away. “That son of a bitch!” Another slam and Glitch’s body jerked upwards from his seat at the tin man’s chair. Realizing who upsetting his actions where to his already distraught lover, Wyatt leaned down on his knee in front of his headcase. “I promise, I will make him pay for what he tried to do to you.”
“Wyatt…I don’t want anyone getting hurt.” Glitch seemed to reason more to himself, “He was a good man…a good teacher. Maybe this will just go away.”
“Sweetheart, stalkers don’t just go away. Hell, the only good thing you can say about them is that they’re devoted and determined. I’m not going to let him touch you every again.” Leaning closer, Cain’s lips ghosted over shaking flesh. “You’re mine, and I don’t want some sick professor hurting you.” He wrapped his arms around Glitch’s small frame and held him as close as he could, savoring every little bit that was all his and no one else’s. A tear rolled down his tan cheek as he thought back to the second his lover raced into him, almost knocking him over, tears streaming down, a look of pure fright and confusion on his face.
But it was okay. But if there was one thing tin men knew, it was how to protect.
And he was damn well going to do just that.
--~-*-~--
A/N: I would really like to redo this as a chapter story. Maybe add more mystery and attacks and whatnot. Maybe I’ll start that when my life outside of fanfiction world isn’t being such a b*tch.