Writing Prompt: Slash Scene
NOT CANON
Context: Sometime after the battle with Keaxipil, Ano is reading from a magical device known as a laptop, wherein he finds all sorts of things that appall him greatly.
Ano’s frown deepened as he scrolled down. “What kind of bottom-feeding muck is this?”
Yaki glanced over at him. “What?”
Ano waved vaguely at the screen in front of him. “This - the stories on this laptop, or whatever they’re calling the magic in this thing. They’re stories about us!”
Yaki gave the stretching of his scars a break before the wounds broke open again. “We are sort of famous for taking down Keaxipil.”
Ano waved his comment off. “It’s not that people know about us - it’s what they’re writing.”
Yaki suppressed a sigh and took the bait. “So what are they writing?”
“Sex. About us! Or not. Well, not just us.”
Yaki did sigh this time. “Since when does that bother you?”
Ano transferred his glare from the screen to his partner. “Since it’s about you.”
“So?”
“And not me.”
Yaki shrugged, ignoring the twinge from the still healing burn scars. “You tried to get me laid for years.”
“You’re mine now.”
Yaki smiled and sat down beside him. “Yes, I am. And you know that. So why are you letting this get to you?” He tugged at the laptop to take a look, but Ano pulled it away from him. Yaki gave him a questioning look. “So who is it you’re reading about me being with that has you so appalled?”
“Everyone.” Ano sighed angrily and turned back to the screen. “Aoko.”
“Which happened.” He leaned over to peer at the screen.
“Kini.”
“Is dead.”
“Haru. Ginro. Taka.”
“Is that what’s bothering you?” He sat up to look at his partner. “Taka again?”
“It’s always Taka! You and Taka.” Ano threw his hands up in disgust. “That damn eztlyaotl.”
Yaki moved the laptop off of his partner’s lap and on to the floor before Ano broke it. “I worked with her less than I ever worked with Kini. And we’ve been through this already.”
“But she comes to check on you.”
“So do most of the people you’ve listed.”
“And they shouldn’t! You’re not their partner. You’re mine.”
Yaki leaned over him and cupped Ano’s face with one hand, catching his eyes. “Yes. I am. And everyone knows it. No one is going to hit on me with you watching them like a hawk anytime someone comes near me. And even if they did, you know I’d turn them down. I’ve never wanted anyone but you.” He kissed him softly.
A smile tugged at Ano’s lips and he looked away, back at the laptop screen. “I know.” He peered at the screen, seemingly lost in thought. “They are awfully creative, though.”
Yaki paused from pulling his hand away. “What? Who are?”
Ano nodded at the screen. “The writers of these stories.”
Yaki leaned over again to peer at the screen. “How so?”
Ano gently took his chin, mindful of the healing scars, and turned his partner’s face away from the screen and back towards him. “How about I show you?”
Context: Sometime after the battle with Keaxipil, Ano is reading from a magical device known as a laptop, wherein he finds all sorts of things that appall him greatly.
Ano’s frown deepened as he scrolled down. “What kind of bottom-feeding muck is this?”
Yaki glanced over at him. “What?”
Ano waved vaguely at the screen in front of him. “This - the stories on this laptop, or whatever they’re calling the magic in this thing. They’re stories about us!”
Yaki gave the stretching of his scars a break before the wounds broke open again. “We are sort of famous for taking down Keaxipil.”
Ano waved his comment off. “It’s not that people know about us - it’s what they’re writing.”
Yaki suppressed a sigh and took the bait. “So what are they writing?”
“Sex. About us! Or not. Well, not just us.”
Yaki did sigh this time. “Since when does that bother you?”
Ano transferred his glare from the screen to his partner. “Since it’s about you.”
“So?”
“And not me.”
Yaki shrugged, ignoring the twinge from the still healing burn scars. “You tried to get me laid for years.”
“You’re mine now.”
Yaki smiled and sat down beside him. “Yes, I am. And you know that. So why are you letting this get to you?” He tugged at the laptop to take a look, but Ano pulled it away from him. Yaki gave him a questioning look. “So who is it you’re reading about me being with that has you so appalled?”
“Everyone.” Ano sighed angrily and turned back to the screen. “Aoko.”
“Which happened.” He leaned over to peer at the screen.
“Kini.”
“Is dead.”
“Haru. Ginro. Taka.”
“Is that what’s bothering you?” He sat up to look at his partner. “Taka again?”
“It’s always Taka! You and Taka.” Ano threw his hands up in disgust. “That damn eztlyaotl.”
Yaki moved the laptop off of his partner’s lap and on to the floor before Ano broke it. “I worked with her less than I ever worked with Kini. And we’ve been through this already.”
“But she comes to check on you.”
“So do most of the people you’ve listed.”
“And they shouldn’t! You’re not their partner. You’re mine.”
Yaki leaned over him and cupped Ano’s face with one hand, catching his eyes. “Yes. I am. And everyone knows it. No one is going to hit on me with you watching them like a hawk anytime someone comes near me. And even if they did, you know I’d turn them down. I’ve never wanted anyone but you.” He kissed him softly.
A smile tugged at Ano’s lips and he looked away, back at the laptop screen. “I know.” He peered at the screen, seemingly lost in thought. “They are awfully creative, though.”
Yaki paused from pulling his hand away. “What? Who are?”
Ano nodded at the screen. “The writers of these stories.”
Yaki leaned over again to peer at the screen. “How so?”
Ano gently took his chin, mindful of the healing scars, and turned his partner’s face away from the screen and back towards him. “How about I show you?”