OMG I cant belive I wrote these so soon!
Um here take (thrusts forward hands full of fic) prompt more if you like but I have to write the next and the last chapters of Varieties first.
Skin
At first he hadn't really even noticed but over the last few months it had started to drive him nuts.
Why on Earth couldn't William wear a shirt to bed? Hell even pants would be better. All that skin was driving him nuts. Free of scars and completely undamaged skin. He stayed awake night after night waiting for William to move, even just a tiny bit, so the thin blankets would slide down just that little bit and pale skin could shine softly in the moonlight.
The last few weeks had been the worst. Looking wasn't enough anymore. He ached to touch. To run his hands over all that skin, the lack of muscles on a young man who didn't need to fight. Smooth skin so completely, innocently, white.
Soft and silken under his hands. Shit. He couldn't do this. But his hands didn't listen to him, they crept under the blankets and sleeked themself over a narrow chest. One thumb rubbed hard against the rough nub of a nipple.
William whimpered and his eyelashes fluttered. Mark fled. A tiny whisper of sound escaped the other boy's lips. "Mark?"
Slightly more forceful, and awake. "Mark? Was that you?"
He hid under his blanket, pulled it up to his eyebrows.
Offered in a tiny, gentle, voice. "You didn't need to stop. I...I don't mind. It was kinda nice."
He held himself still for a moment, unbelieving, and then slid slowly out of his bed. He slipped quietly across the room. William sat up a little and held up a corner of the blanket invitingly. He sat on the edge of the bed nerves stopping him from reaching out.
The brunette rolled his eyes and reached over to tug at Mark's shirt. When it was finally removed he grabbed one sleek shoulder and pulled down until that narrow but powerful chest pressed against his own. He leaned up to brush his lips lightly to his best friends and drew long fingered hands back to him, one on his side and the other guided back to his chest.
He sighed sleepily and smiled up at the other boy. Murmured softly. "Gotta take me flying tomorrow, kay?"
Word Count: 365
Presents
“Daddy?”
Midnighter turned towards his daughter and rumbled an inquisitive noise.
“When is the pony coming?”
He ran the sentence through the computer in his head a couple of times but it appeared that he’d heard it right. So now the only question was why she had asked it in the first place.
“Sweetheart? Why do you think we’re getting a pony?”
Jenny looked up at him with wide innocent eyes. “I heard other Daddy say to you that his pony had better be ready tonight because he wanted to ride it long and hard.”
Midnighter groaned and slapped a hand over his face. Oh God.
Strong hands holding his hips still, keeping him up on his knees. His forearms trembled with the effort and concentration of supporting both their weight. Apollo thrust hard into him while leaning all his weight on his lover’s back.
He’d found a cowboy hat somewhere on the mission that day and it was perched precariously on his snow white hair. He also wore leather chaps but nothing else.
To Apollo’s disappointment Midnighter had refused to wear the bridle and reins he bought for him. Hadn’t argued about Apollo’s costume though.
He snickered. “Bet you wish you’d brought the riding crop now, huh?”
His daughter looked up at him. “I looked everywhere Daddy, but I couldn’t see a pony anywhere? Was it late getting here?”
A broad hand slid around him, stroked, squeezed and held tight. Too tight. He couldn’t come! Bastard!
Apollo nipped at his shoulder, floated slightly and traced the lines of wire under his skin, pressing and scratching at the highly sensitive points where the wires joined with his nervous system. He could feel the shape of the smirk pressed to his neck as his lover kept him from completion.
He’d so punish the arsehole later, when he could move again.
He sighed. “It’ll be here tomorrow baby.”
The next day he hugged his crying daughter as he pulled her away from the smoking pieces of pony, no longer a pretty white Shetland but rather rare roasted horse meat. How the damn spies had figured out that one of the Authority was buying this pony. Because he really wanted to shove bombs up their butts and see what happened to them.
He patted her head awkwardly. “How about a kitten?”
Word Count: 391
Who You Belong To
Freddy had never really felt like he belonged with the other Marvels. The goody two shoes attitude didn’t sit quite right on him. Never had. He wasn’t the naive innocent that both Billy and Mary where.
He didn’t really fit in with the Titans. They were a close bound lot but he had never quite fit with them. He was just not idealistic enough and not dedicated enough.
He had visited the Justice Society with Captain Marvel but it was just t big, he couldn’t get his head around them. The Justice League was the same.
But when he met Osiris it was different. Oh not at first. He belonged to Black Adam after all and no matter his recent good behaviour you couldn’t trust the man. But then he’d got to know the other kid.
When he flew into the wide skies of Khandaq and a black and gold clad teenager shot up to meet him he felt his heart swell. White teeth flashed in a wide welcoming grin and dark eyes sparkled at him. No words were exchanged; he just followed Osiris down to the great garden by the palace. They shot through a window and landed in the young magic user’s suite of rooms.
Osiris grinned at him. “It is always great to see you CM3! I feel like it is meant that we are together.” Freddy smirked slightly; the boy must be as naive as Billy to not see how that sounded. But it was true. Here, with Osiris, he finally felt like he belonged.
An arm slipped around his waist and the black clad boy smiled shyly up at him and tugged him gently towards a silk spread bed. Maybe not that naive after all.
They tumbled onto the bed in a confused and laughing tangle, mock fought across the sheets until Freddy let Osiris pin his wrists down and straddle his waist. Leaned up to meet his lips and felt the almost giddy laughter as if he where making it.
“I ... I think I might love you CM3.”
He smiled sharply and just whispered “Freddy, my name is Freddy. Please?”
Dark eyes twinkled up at him and the newest member of the Marvel family whispered his name over and over as he trailed butterfly kisses along Freddy’s jaw and throat. Sucked on the point where his neck and shoulder met. Freddy twisted his hands into shaggy dark hair and held that mouth pressed to his throat.
He managed to gasp out three short sentences. “Love you too. Need you. Belong with you.”
Word Count: 435
Skin
At first he hadn't really even noticed but over the last few months it had started to drive him nuts.
Why on Earth couldn't William wear a shirt to bed? Hell even pants would be better. All that skin was driving him nuts. Free of scars and completely undamaged skin. He stayed awake night after night waiting for William to move, even just a tiny bit, so the thin blankets would slide down just that little bit and pale skin could shine softly in the moonlight.
The last few weeks had been the worst. Looking wasn't enough anymore. He ached to touch. To run his hands over all that skin, the lack of muscles on a young man who didn't need to fight. Smooth skin so completely, innocently, white.
Soft and silken under his hands. Shit. He couldn't do this. But his hands didn't listen to him, they crept under the blankets and sleeked themself over a narrow chest. One thumb rubbed hard against the rough nub of a nipple.
William whimpered and his eyelashes fluttered. Mark fled. A tiny whisper of sound escaped the other boy's lips. "Mark?"
Slightly more forceful, and awake. "Mark? Was that you?"
He hid under his blanket, pulled it up to his eyebrows.
Offered in a tiny, gentle, voice. "You didn't need to stop. I...I don't mind. It was kinda nice."
He held himself still for a moment, unbelieving, and then slid slowly out of his bed. He slipped quietly across the room. William sat up a little and held up a corner of the blanket invitingly. He sat on the edge of the bed nerves stopping him from reaching out.
The brunette rolled his eyes and reached over to tug at Mark's shirt. When it was finally removed he grabbed one sleek shoulder and pulled down until that narrow but powerful chest pressed against his own. He leaned up to brush his lips lightly to his best friends and drew long fingered hands back to him, one on his side and the other guided back to his chest.
He sighed sleepily and smiled up at the other boy. Murmured softly. "Gotta take me flying tomorrow, kay?"
Word Count: 365
Presents
“Daddy?”
Midnighter turned towards his daughter and rumbled an inquisitive noise.
“When is the pony coming?”
He ran the sentence through the computer in his head a couple of times but it appeared that he’d heard it right. So now the only question was why she had asked it in the first place.
“Sweetheart? Why do you think we’re getting a pony?”
Jenny looked up at him with wide innocent eyes. “I heard other Daddy say to you that his pony had better be ready tonight because he wanted to ride it long and hard.”
Midnighter groaned and slapped a hand over his face. Oh God.
Strong hands holding his hips still, keeping him up on his knees. His forearms trembled with the effort and concentration of supporting both their weight. Apollo thrust hard into him while leaning all his weight on his lover’s back.
He’d found a cowboy hat somewhere on the mission that day and it was perched precariously on his snow white hair. He also wore leather chaps but nothing else.
To Apollo’s disappointment Midnighter had refused to wear the bridle and reins he bought for him. Hadn’t argued about Apollo’s costume though.
He snickered. “Bet you wish you’d brought the riding crop now, huh?”
His daughter looked up at him. “I looked everywhere Daddy, but I couldn’t see a pony anywhere? Was it late getting here?”
A broad hand slid around him, stroked, squeezed and held tight. Too tight. He couldn’t come! Bastard!
Apollo nipped at his shoulder, floated slightly and traced the lines of wire under his skin, pressing and scratching at the highly sensitive points where the wires joined with his nervous system. He could feel the shape of the smirk pressed to his neck as his lover kept him from completion.
He’d so punish the arsehole later, when he could move again.
He sighed. “It’ll be here tomorrow baby.”
The next day he hugged his crying daughter as he pulled her away from the smoking pieces of pony, no longer a pretty white Shetland but rather rare roasted horse meat. How the damn spies had figured out that one of the Authority was buying this pony. Because he really wanted to shove bombs up their butts and see what happened to them.
He patted her head awkwardly. “How about a kitten?”
Word Count: 391
Who You Belong To
Freddy had never really felt like he belonged with the other Marvels. The goody two shoes attitude didn’t sit quite right on him. Never had. He wasn’t the naive innocent that both Billy and Mary where.
He didn’t really fit in with the Titans. They were a close bound lot but he had never quite fit with them. He was just not idealistic enough and not dedicated enough.
He had visited the Justice Society with Captain Marvel but it was just t big, he couldn’t get his head around them. The Justice League was the same.
But when he met Osiris it was different. Oh not at first. He belonged to Black Adam after all and no matter his recent good behaviour you couldn’t trust the man. But then he’d got to know the other kid.
When he flew into the wide skies of Khandaq and a black and gold clad teenager shot up to meet him he felt his heart swell. White teeth flashed in a wide welcoming grin and dark eyes sparkled at him. No words were exchanged; he just followed Osiris down to the great garden by the palace. They shot through a window and landed in the young magic user’s suite of rooms.
Osiris grinned at him. “It is always great to see you CM3! I feel like it is meant that we are together.” Freddy smirked slightly; the boy must be as naive as Billy to not see how that sounded. But it was true. Here, with Osiris, he finally felt like he belonged.
An arm slipped around his waist and the black clad boy smiled shyly up at him and tugged him gently towards a silk spread bed. Maybe not that naive after all.
They tumbled onto the bed in a confused and laughing tangle, mock fought across the sheets until Freddy let Osiris pin his wrists down and straddle his waist. Leaned up to meet his lips and felt the almost giddy laughter as if he where making it.
“I ... I think I might love you CM3.”
He smiled sharply and just whispered “Freddy, my name is Freddy. Please?”
Dark eyes twinkled up at him and the newest member of the Marvel family whispered his name over and over as he trailed butterfly kisses along Freddy’s jaw and throat. Sucked on the point where his neck and shoulder met. Freddy twisted his hands into shaggy dark hair and held that mouth pressed to his throat.
He managed to gasp out three short sentences. “Love you too. Need you. Belong with you.”
Word Count: 435