The smoking room, Monday afternoon

[godinakilt]

Camulus had needed to get out of the office. Ba'al was planning some kind of grand inspection tour that had his underlings scurrying to straighten up the place, and the whole thing reeked of Goa'uld oppression. So he had grabbed his work and tried to find some place where he wouldn't have annoying Ancients demanding attention

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[ascended_being]

[[motherfucking sporks on a motherfucking plane! oui! sporks!]]

Of course, when it came to Orlin, who would call him an annoying Ancient really? He was cute and cuddly! So of course, he came moseying in. Perhaps he had cigerettes in hand t look the part. Or maybe it was just a box...

[godinakilt]

Camulus ignored him. He was very busy being evil here, you see. Lots of evilness to get through. Evil didn't just evil itself about you, know.

Please ignore that weird little hitch in his breathing when Orlin walked in. It was nothing.

[ascended_being]

He walked up behind Camulus and veeeeeeery carefully ran his hands up under his shirt and around his waist, kissing his neck as only an annoying Ancient can do.

[godinakilt]

Camulus shuddered involuntarily and closed his eyes, sternly controlling his weak human reactions. "Orlin, I'm trying to work."