Yet and Mine (#114 Fierce)
Title: Yet and Mine
Author: ladygray99
Prompt: #114 Fierce
Word count: 200
Pairing: Charlie/Ian, OC
Rating: R
Warning: D/s
Summary: The Professor makes his position clear.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100, part of A Silk Pillow ‘verse.
Beta: riverotter1951
Yet and Mine (#114 Fierce)
Ian had never been dancing, if what was going on on the floor could be called dancing. The club was dark and the music loud. Men came together on the dance floor then vanished into dark corners. The Professor kept close keeping one hand on him at all time.
They were resting in a dark corner of their own when a voice came out of the dark.
“My, he’s pretty. What do you want for a little time with him?”
Ian froze, fear like he hadn’t know in years hitting as a thin sleazy looking man came out of the shadows.
“He’s not on offer.” Charlie coldly replied.
“Come now, he’s not even properly collard. Looks like he could still use a little breaking in.”
“He may not be collared yet but he is mine and mine alone so go find a bridge to crawl under.” Charlie’s voice was sharp, hard and cold.
Ian’s mind was suddenly racing. ‘Yet. Mine.’
“Your mother never taught you to share your toys?” The slimy man asked while reaching for Ian. Ian’s own instincts didn’t have time to kick in before Charlie was on his feat.
“Leave.” Charlie hissed. “Or I will end you.”
Random Encounters / The Same Page
Author: ladygray99
Prompt: #114 Fierce
Word count: 200
Pairing: Charlie/Ian, OC
Rating: R
Warning: D/s
Summary: The Professor makes his position clear.
Notes: Written for numb3rs100, part of A Silk Pillow ‘verse.
Beta: riverotter1951
Yet and Mine (#114 Fierce)
Ian had never been dancing, if what was going on on the floor could be called dancing. The club was dark and the music loud. Men came together on the dance floor then vanished into dark corners. The Professor kept close keeping one hand on him at all time.
They were resting in a dark corner of their own when a voice came out of the dark.
“My, he’s pretty. What do you want for a little time with him?”
Ian froze, fear like he hadn’t know in years hitting as a thin sleazy looking man came out of the shadows.
“He’s not on offer.” Charlie coldly replied.
“Come now, he’s not even properly collard. Looks like he could still use a little breaking in.”
“He may not be collared yet but he is mine and mine alone so go find a bridge to crawl under.” Charlie’s voice was sharp, hard and cold.
Ian’s mind was suddenly racing. ‘Yet. Mine.’
“Your mother never taught you to share your toys?” The slimy man asked while reaching for Ian. Ian’s own instincts didn’t have time to kick in before Charlie was on his feat.
“Leave.” Charlie hissed. “Or I will end you.”
Random Encounters / The Same Page