[Fanfiction] The Wrong End of the Stick
Series: Nightrunner
Title: The Wrong End of the Stick (part 1 of 2)
Author: lilmisssushi
Rating: M (mature themes)
Summary: An unconscious Seregil? Check. Somehow inadvertently drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac? Check. The result? ...One helluva flustered Alec!
Warning/Comments [if any]: This was intended, a looong time ago, as a gift fic for fablespinner, whose artwork inspired me to write this. I am so sorry about how late this is - I should’ve warned you of how notoriously slow a writer I am! *headdesk*. In any case, please do enjoy!
(This fic may also contain some spoilers if you haven't already finished 'Stalking Darkness'!)
Disclaimer: As we all know, ‘Nightrunner’ and associated characters belong to the lovely and talented Ms. Lynn Flewelling, and is not related in any way, shape, or form to me. Please don’t sue me, I’m only a poor student.
Moonlight tapered peacefully through the domed ceiling of the Orёska House, slightly offset by the swirling patterns of the thickly-leaded planes. The air was still, heavy-- when Thero was abruptly awoken by a slight tingling in his senses. A moment later, a harried-looking servant rushed into his room, bowing profusely as he informed the boy-wizard of two unexpected late-night visitors at the house.
A crash and yell confirmed his words, though of course, Thero already knew. In fact, he even knew the identity of the ‘visitors’ who had dared to pull him from his sleep - it was pretty much a given. Who else could be causing such a disturbance in the wee hours of the morning?
Rubbing the slightly gritty feeling from his eyes, Thero pulled on a robe and entered his main study, the comfortingly cluttered room that had been passed from Nysander to him after the wizened old wizard had sacrificed himself in the battle against Mardus a couple of years earlier. He kept the rooms in much the same condition as they had always been, to honour the teacher he had taken for granted until it had been far too late.
“Such an unrespectable hour to be awake,” Thero mumbled to himself, suppressing a half-hearted yawn as Alec finally appeared in the doorway, having just puffed his way up the spiral staircase leading towards Thero’s private rooms, a panicked expression evident in his fair features.
“Thero!”
The reason why immediately became apparent as he noticed Seregil’s unconscious form thrown unceremoniously over the blonde’s broad shoulders as he staggered into the disorderly room, accidentally knocking over one of the many hanging diagrams in his wake.
Groaning at the much too familiar sight, Thero waved his hand airily at his wooden work table, indicating that Alec should put Seregil down. After sweeping off the various books scattered about beforehand, Alec complied, quickly dumping his lover’s body. He stepped back to give Thero some room.
“What happened?” the boy-wizard asked calmly as he began his physical assessment on Seregil’s body. He poked a few places on the Aurёnfaie’s prone form, grunting softly to himself whenever Seregil responded under his clinical touch, whilst the blonde looked on anxiously.
“I don’t know!” Alec started pacing the vast room in short, powerful strides as Thero, unruffled, continued his work. “We were at another one of those tedious balls in the Street of Three Fountains and Seregil had been acting funny all throughout dinner. He kept flushing and muttering under his breath and when I pulled him outside for some fresh air, he just collapsed.” Alec paused to take in a deep breath. “By the Maker, he nearly scared me half out of my wits!”
Thero chuckled as Alec added miserably; “He didn’t even drink that much.”
Thinking back, Alec had been mostly faithful in relaying the events of the night, although there was one thing that he had conveniently failed to mention-
Seregil had been giving him those looks - the lingering bedroom eyes that promised a heck of a lot of funny walking for the next few days - throughout the night, and there had been quite a few instances of ear-nibbling whenever he thought others weren’t looking, as well.
Alec had very nearly jumped out of his skin when …something warm had traced its way up his leg and then onto his thigh, under the cover of the hostess’s elaborate tablecloths during dinner. He had instantly spit out his soup to shoot an accusing glare in Seregil’s direction, but the insolent Aurenfaie had mockingly ignored his gaze with a smirk whilst continuing his ministrations under the table. Alec had subtly shifted around a bit in his seat to try to throw Seregil’s wandering feet off, but to no avail.
The man was too damn good.
Believe it or not, Seregil wasn’t usually so bold with his advances while in polite company until he was in his fifth cup or so. Figuring that Thero probably wouldn’t appreciate knowing any of this, Alec had thus decided to spare him the details.
While Alec deliberated over the night’s happenings, Thero pulled open Seregil’s eyelids and flicked the little penlight he had conjured into the grey eyes.
After a few moments, when he was apparently satisfied with what he found, Thero then drew back and tucked the penlight away, deep into his robes.
“That explains it,” Thero abruptly proclaimed.
“What? What does? What’s wrong with him?” Alec asked, panicking once more. “Will he be alright? When will he wake up?” Surely nothing too serious could be afflicting Seregil, right? He started pacing again, agitatedly shuffling his feet against the cold floor.
“Ahh. No need to be so worried. Turns out that this,” Thero flicked a wrist theatrically over Seregil’s slender figure spread out on his work table, “is nothing a long, hard rut won’t fix.” He paused for a second, then snorted dismissively. “I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle.”
Stopping in his tracks, Alec slowly turned to face the boy-wizard. Silence hung heavily between them for a moment until-
“What?”
“You heard me,” Thero sighed. He, for one, could not believe he was willingly discussing Alec and Seregil’s sex life, either. “This idiot here appears to have consumed some sort of high-level aphrodisiac. Right now, he’s unconscious, but later he’ll be awoken by a burning feeling spreading throughout his body which will undoubtedly be linked to his baser instincts. Actually - I’m quite surprised that he hasn’t jumped you already. Maybe his self-control is more than we give him credit for.”
At that moment, Seregil chose to moan Alec’s name in a particularly suggestive manner, twisting restlessly on the table only to settle again with his face buried in the smooth wood.
“…Then again, maybe not.”
Alec, having flushed to the tips of his ears at the direction this conversation was taking, was at a complete loss as to how to react.
“B-but,” he finally managed, “what if he wakes up and thinks I’m trying to take advantage of him while he’s unconscious or something?” Alec spluttered, a maddening flush beginning to stain his cheeks.
Thero snorted again. “Somehow, I hardly think he’ll mind.”
Alec stared pointedly at the ground, determined not to lift his gaze for the rest of the night.
Thero gave him an appraising look. “And here I thought that after what I walked in on you two doing last time, you’d have been divested of the remnants of your modesty at last.”
They both shuddered at the memory. Seregil could be particularly…persuasive (i.e. forceful) when he wanted to be, and when it came to rolling around in the hay - well, ‘practice makes perfect’ was his cleverly-adopted motto.
Silence settled thickly between them again, until Thero, irritated by his lack of sleep by this point, sighed loudly.
“Look, you don’t want him to suffer, do you?”
“No,” Alec reluctantly responded, “of course not, but - it’s just - isn’t there any other way to cure him?” he asked desperately. He was grasping at straws by this point.
Once again concentrating on the flagstones beneath his feet as if wishing he could sink through them, Alec waited with bated breath.
Thero sighed as he swiped a hand through his dark hair and at last, took pity on him.
“You either let him have his way with you when he wakes up to get it out of his system -
or, you leave him in the bath house to sweat it out. Now, shoo. I need to get on with my sleep.” Thero turned towards the door without further ado and Alec was left alone to stare woodenly at Seregil’s prone form.
-to be continued-
A/N: This will only be a two-shot at the most, and I've been having trouble writing the concluding part for a loooong time now. This was just to see what you guys think, so any concrit or suggestions would be pored over and taken deeply to heart ^^. And I dearly hope that I haven't butchered the beloved characters too much XD.
Comments are ♥~!!
Title: The Wrong End of the Stick (part 1 of 2)
Author: lilmisssushi
Rating: M (mature themes)
Summary: An unconscious Seregil? Check. Somehow inadvertently drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac? Check. The result? ...One helluva flustered Alec!
Warning/Comments [if any]: This was intended, a looong time ago, as a gift fic for fablespinner, whose artwork inspired me to write this. I am so sorry about how late this is - I should’ve warned you of how notoriously slow a writer I am! *headdesk*. In any case, please do enjoy!
(This fic may also contain some spoilers if you haven't already finished 'Stalking Darkness'!)
Disclaimer: As we all know, ‘Nightrunner’ and associated characters belong to the lovely and talented Ms. Lynn Flewelling, and is not related in any way, shape, or form to me. Please don’t sue me, I’m only a poor student.
Moonlight tapered peacefully through the domed ceiling of the Orёska House, slightly offset by the swirling patterns of the thickly-leaded planes. The air was still, heavy-- when Thero was abruptly awoken by a slight tingling in his senses. A moment later, a harried-looking servant rushed into his room, bowing profusely as he informed the boy-wizard of two unexpected late-night visitors at the house.
A crash and yell confirmed his words, though of course, Thero already knew. In fact, he even knew the identity of the ‘visitors’ who had dared to pull him from his sleep - it was pretty much a given. Who else could be causing such a disturbance in the wee hours of the morning?
Rubbing the slightly gritty feeling from his eyes, Thero pulled on a robe and entered his main study, the comfortingly cluttered room that had been passed from Nysander to him after the wizened old wizard had sacrificed himself in the battle against Mardus a couple of years earlier. He kept the rooms in much the same condition as they had always been, to honour the teacher he had taken for granted until it had been far too late.
“Such an unrespectable hour to be awake,” Thero mumbled to himself, suppressing a half-hearted yawn as Alec finally appeared in the doorway, having just puffed his way up the spiral staircase leading towards Thero’s private rooms, a panicked expression evident in his fair features.
“Thero!”
The reason why immediately became apparent as he noticed Seregil’s unconscious form thrown unceremoniously over the blonde’s broad shoulders as he staggered into the disorderly room, accidentally knocking over one of the many hanging diagrams in his wake.
Groaning at the much too familiar sight, Thero waved his hand airily at his wooden work table, indicating that Alec should put Seregil down. After sweeping off the various books scattered about beforehand, Alec complied, quickly dumping his lover’s body. He stepped back to give Thero some room.
“What happened?” the boy-wizard asked calmly as he began his physical assessment on Seregil’s body. He poked a few places on the Aurёnfaie’s prone form, grunting softly to himself whenever Seregil responded under his clinical touch, whilst the blonde looked on anxiously.
“I don’t know!” Alec started pacing the vast room in short, powerful strides as Thero, unruffled, continued his work. “We were at another one of those tedious balls in the Street of Three Fountains and Seregil had been acting funny all throughout dinner. He kept flushing and muttering under his breath and when I pulled him outside for some fresh air, he just collapsed.” Alec paused to take in a deep breath. “By the Maker, he nearly scared me half out of my wits!”
Thero chuckled as Alec added miserably; “He didn’t even drink that much.”
Thinking back, Alec had been mostly faithful in relaying the events of the night, although there was one thing that he had conveniently failed to mention-
Seregil had been giving him those looks - the lingering bedroom eyes that promised a heck of a lot of funny walking for the next few days - throughout the night, and there had been quite a few instances of ear-nibbling whenever he thought others weren’t looking, as well.
Alec had very nearly jumped out of his skin when …something warm had traced its way up his leg and then onto his thigh, under the cover of the hostess’s elaborate tablecloths during dinner. He had instantly spit out his soup to shoot an accusing glare in Seregil’s direction, but the insolent Aurenfaie had mockingly ignored his gaze with a smirk whilst continuing his ministrations under the table. Alec had subtly shifted around a bit in his seat to try to throw Seregil’s wandering feet off, but to no avail.
The man was too damn good.
Believe it or not, Seregil wasn’t usually so bold with his advances while in polite company until he was in his fifth cup or so. Figuring that Thero probably wouldn’t appreciate knowing any of this, Alec had thus decided to spare him the details.
While Alec deliberated over the night’s happenings, Thero pulled open Seregil’s eyelids and flicked the little penlight he had conjured into the grey eyes.
After a few moments, when he was apparently satisfied with what he found, Thero then drew back and tucked the penlight away, deep into his robes.
“That explains it,” Thero abruptly proclaimed.
“What? What does? What’s wrong with him?” Alec asked, panicking once more. “Will he be alright? When will he wake up?” Surely nothing too serious could be afflicting Seregil, right? He started pacing again, agitatedly shuffling his feet against the cold floor.
“Ahh. No need to be so worried. Turns out that this,” Thero flicked a wrist theatrically over Seregil’s slender figure spread out on his work table, “is nothing a long, hard rut won’t fix.” He paused for a second, then snorted dismissively. “I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle.”
Stopping in his tracks, Alec slowly turned to face the boy-wizard. Silence hung heavily between them for a moment until-
“What?”
“You heard me,” Thero sighed. He, for one, could not believe he was willingly discussing Alec and Seregil’s sex life, either. “This idiot here appears to have consumed some sort of high-level aphrodisiac. Right now, he’s unconscious, but later he’ll be awoken by a burning feeling spreading throughout his body which will undoubtedly be linked to his baser instincts. Actually - I’m quite surprised that he hasn’t jumped you already. Maybe his self-control is more than we give him credit for.”
At that moment, Seregil chose to moan Alec’s name in a particularly suggestive manner, twisting restlessly on the table only to settle again with his face buried in the smooth wood.
“…Then again, maybe not.”
Alec, having flushed to the tips of his ears at the direction this conversation was taking, was at a complete loss as to how to react.
“B-but,” he finally managed, “what if he wakes up and thinks I’m trying to take advantage of him while he’s unconscious or something?” Alec spluttered, a maddening flush beginning to stain his cheeks.
Thero snorted again. “Somehow, I hardly think he’ll mind.”
Alec stared pointedly at the ground, determined not to lift his gaze for the rest of the night.
Thero gave him an appraising look. “And here I thought that after what I walked in on you two doing last time, you’d have been divested of the remnants of your modesty at last.”
They both shuddered at the memory. Seregil could be particularly…persuasive (i.e. forceful) when he wanted to be, and when it came to rolling around in the hay - well, ‘practice makes perfect’ was his cleverly-adopted motto.
Silence settled thickly between them again, until Thero, irritated by his lack of sleep by this point, sighed loudly.
“Look, you don’t want him to suffer, do you?”
“No,” Alec reluctantly responded, “of course not, but - it’s just - isn’t there any other way to cure him?” he asked desperately. He was grasping at straws by this point.
Once again concentrating on the flagstones beneath his feet as if wishing he could sink through them, Alec waited with bated breath.
Thero sighed as he swiped a hand through his dark hair and at last, took pity on him.
“You either let him have his way with you when he wakes up to get it out of his system -
or, you leave him in the bath house to sweat it out. Now, shoo. I need to get on with my sleep.” Thero turned towards the door without further ado and Alec was left alone to stare woodenly at Seregil’s prone form.
-to be continued-
A/N: This will only be a two-shot at the most, and I've been having trouble writing the concluding part for a loooong time now. This was just to see what you guys think, so any concrit or suggestions would be pored over and taken deeply to heart ^^. And I dearly hope that I haven't butchered the beloved characters too much XD.
Comments are ♥~!!