Quentin & Tyler Jordan: Alt'verse
Characters: Quentin and Tyler Jordan
Prompt: Alt'verse (Shadowhunters)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 910
Title: Aught But Death
“I yield,” Tyler Jordan said, hands flat on the wooden floor. Quentin smirked, lifted the staff from his throat and put it aside, sitting back onto Tyler Jordan’s thighs.
“You’re getting slow,” he said teasingly. “Distracted much?”
“You wish.” Tyler Jordan ran a hand up Quentin’s arm almost lovingly, then got a grip on his shoulder and flipped them so he was the one doing the pinning. “I was just thinking that I’m glad we didn’t meet until we were grown.”
“Well, that’s romantic. Most people wish for more time together,” Quentin said dryly. “I wish I’d known you a few years earlier. Would have helped me sort a few things out.”
“No, I mean--” Tyler Jordan’s thumb grazed the rune peeking out from over Quentin’s collar, one of the many they’d given each other in the time they’d been hunting together. “If I’d known you when I was a teenager, we’d be parabatai.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“If we were parabatai, it would be completely taboo for me to do this to you,” he said, and leaned down to take Quentin’s mouth in a biting kiss. Quentin huffed a laugh and curled a hand at the back of Tyler Jordan’s neck, biting back.
“We’d do it anyways,” he purred.
“You know the stories about what happens to parabatai who get too close just as well as I do.”
“Too close?” Quentin shook his head. “Their hearts beat together. I don’t think there is such a thing as too close. It’s never happened in our lifetimes. It’s probably just a bunch of stories to scare people into propriety.”
“Usually I’m the foolhardy one of us. You’d have done it anyways?”
“Don’t be stupid, TJ. I thought I was doing the wrong thing the first time I kissed you and I still did it. I’d have done it one way or another. I’d have done it earlier if we’d known each other earlier.” He wrapped his hands around Tyler Jordan’s hips, blindly tracing the runes he’d carved there but fingers following the exact lines anyways. “Would you have stopped me?”
“Maybe…” Quentin gave him a skeptical look. “Okay, probably not.”
“I’d risk damnation for you,” Quentin said softly. “I’ll follow you into anything, you know that. Hell or high water or demon lairs or anyfuckingwhere at all. We might as well be parabatai, because anything the Angel might do to me is nothing compared to what I’d do to myself if aught but death will part thee from me whether we wear the damn rune or not.”
“Quentin…”
“You know that, don’t you? I’ll follow you straight out of existence. I might not feel the life leave you like I would if we had the mark, but your last fight will be my last fight.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Tyler Jordan said, hands on Quentin’s shoulders pinning him flat to the floor. “You have to avenge me. You have to bring me home to my father.”
“No,” Quentin said flatly. “If we fall together we’ll be burned together. If I bring you home and die by my own hand I’ll be buried at a crossroads. You wouldn’t want that for me, would you?”
“Of course not.” Tyler Jordan’s refusal sounded stricken-- exactly like he’d sound if Quentin had struck him across the face. “No, never, not ever.”
“I don’t expect you to do the same if I should fall first, you know. You’ve got more to live for than me. But I can’t imagine life without you any more.” Quentin tried to shrug but Tyler Jordan’s hands pressed him down harder. “I’ll do almost anything you ask of me except survive you.”
“By the Angel, Quentin…” Tyler Jordan closed his eyes, not able to bear the fierce love in Quentin’s gaze as he spoke his death wish. “You know that’s not what parabatai do,” he whispered. “They’ll outlive each other if it comes to that.”
“Well then, it’s a good thing we aren’t parabatai. We don’t need runes to bind us together and keep us apart. I want everything you’re willing to give me. Your heart and your body and as much of your soul as you’ll allow me to have. The touch of your stele and the taste of your blood and everything else we’ve gone through yet or have coming to us in the future.” This time when he pressed up against Tyler Jordan’s hands he was allowed to rise, and he wrapped himself around Tyler Jordan tightly. “Entreat me not to leave thee, Tyler Jordan,” he whispered against his neck.
“Don’t,” Tyler Jordan said, and it sounded like a sob as he trembled in Quentin’s arms. “Don’t leave me, don’t ever leave me.”
“I never will,” Quentin swore, and Tyler Jordan tangled a hand in his hair and pulled his head back to kiss him with desperate strength. “Not even after we’re dead,” he breathed against Tyler Jordan’s mouth. “I’m yours until the world crumbles to dust. They’ll pour our ashes into the same urn and we’ll be together until our names aren’t even memories any more.”
“We’re not dead yet,” Tyler Jordan said, and rolled them over so Quentin was atop him. “We’re flesh and blood and breath and love right fucking now and you can’t make promises like that unless you plan on showing me exactly how much I’m yours right this second.”
“Joyfully,” Quentin said, and set about claiming Tyler Jordan as thoroughly as he knew how.
Prompt: Alt'verse (Shadowhunters)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 910
Title: Aught But Death
“I yield,” Tyler Jordan said, hands flat on the wooden floor. Quentin smirked, lifted the staff from his throat and put it aside, sitting back onto Tyler Jordan’s thighs.
“You’re getting slow,” he said teasingly. “Distracted much?”
“You wish.” Tyler Jordan ran a hand up Quentin’s arm almost lovingly, then got a grip on his shoulder and flipped them so he was the one doing the pinning. “I was just thinking that I’m glad we didn’t meet until we were grown.”
“Well, that’s romantic. Most people wish for more time together,” Quentin said dryly. “I wish I’d known you a few years earlier. Would have helped me sort a few things out.”
“No, I mean--” Tyler Jordan’s thumb grazed the rune peeking out from over Quentin’s collar, one of the many they’d given each other in the time they’d been hunting together. “If I’d known you when I was a teenager, we’d be parabatai.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“If we were parabatai, it would be completely taboo for me to do this to you,” he said, and leaned down to take Quentin’s mouth in a biting kiss. Quentin huffed a laugh and curled a hand at the back of Tyler Jordan’s neck, biting back.
“We’d do it anyways,” he purred.
“You know the stories about what happens to parabatai who get too close just as well as I do.”
“Too close?” Quentin shook his head. “Their hearts beat together. I don’t think there is such a thing as too close. It’s never happened in our lifetimes. It’s probably just a bunch of stories to scare people into propriety.”
“Usually I’m the foolhardy one of us. You’d have done it anyways?”
“Don’t be stupid, TJ. I thought I was doing the wrong thing the first time I kissed you and I still did it. I’d have done it one way or another. I’d have done it earlier if we’d known each other earlier.” He wrapped his hands around Tyler Jordan’s hips, blindly tracing the runes he’d carved there but fingers following the exact lines anyways. “Would you have stopped me?”
“Maybe…” Quentin gave him a skeptical look. “Okay, probably not.”
“I’d risk damnation for you,” Quentin said softly. “I’ll follow you into anything, you know that. Hell or high water or demon lairs or anyfuckingwhere at all. We might as well be parabatai, because anything the Angel might do to me is nothing compared to what I’d do to myself if aught but death will part thee from me whether we wear the damn rune or not.”
“Quentin…”
“You know that, don’t you? I’ll follow you straight out of existence. I might not feel the life leave you like I would if we had the mark, but your last fight will be my last fight.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Tyler Jordan said, hands on Quentin’s shoulders pinning him flat to the floor. “You have to avenge me. You have to bring me home to my father.”
“No,” Quentin said flatly. “If we fall together we’ll be burned together. If I bring you home and die by my own hand I’ll be buried at a crossroads. You wouldn’t want that for me, would you?”
“Of course not.” Tyler Jordan’s refusal sounded stricken-- exactly like he’d sound if Quentin had struck him across the face. “No, never, not ever.”
“I don’t expect you to do the same if I should fall first, you know. You’ve got more to live for than me. But I can’t imagine life without you any more.” Quentin tried to shrug but Tyler Jordan’s hands pressed him down harder. “I’ll do almost anything you ask of me except survive you.”
“By the Angel, Quentin…” Tyler Jordan closed his eyes, not able to bear the fierce love in Quentin’s gaze as he spoke his death wish. “You know that’s not what parabatai do,” he whispered. “They’ll outlive each other if it comes to that.”
“Well then, it’s a good thing we aren’t parabatai. We don’t need runes to bind us together and keep us apart. I want everything you’re willing to give me. Your heart and your body and as much of your soul as you’ll allow me to have. The touch of your stele and the taste of your blood and everything else we’ve gone through yet or have coming to us in the future.” This time when he pressed up against Tyler Jordan’s hands he was allowed to rise, and he wrapped himself around Tyler Jordan tightly. “Entreat me not to leave thee, Tyler Jordan,” he whispered against his neck.
“Don’t,” Tyler Jordan said, and it sounded like a sob as he trembled in Quentin’s arms. “Don’t leave me, don’t ever leave me.”
“I never will,” Quentin swore, and Tyler Jordan tangled a hand in his hair and pulled his head back to kiss him with desperate strength. “Not even after we’re dead,” he breathed against Tyler Jordan’s mouth. “I’m yours until the world crumbles to dust. They’ll pour our ashes into the same urn and we’ll be together until our names aren’t even memories any more.”
“We’re not dead yet,” Tyler Jordan said, and rolled them over so Quentin was atop him. “We’re flesh and blood and breath and love right fucking now and you can’t make promises like that unless you plan on showing me exactly how much I’m yours right this second.”
“Joyfully,” Quentin said, and set about claiming Tyler Jordan as thoroughly as he knew how.