PW, "Marked Men," Apollo/Klavier, NC-17
Okay, so another kink meme fic here, but on this one, I had to apologize to the OP because seriously, I pretty sure this is not at all what he/she had in mind, or wanted, but my hormones were being mean to me while I was writing and the only thing that would appease them was this, so there it is.
The prompt was: "Klavier x Trucy. When it happens is up to you :)" and frankly? I don't like that pairing. So this is my take on it, and on the prompt. *grin*
Marked Men
by mistr3ss Quickly
"My dear Fräulein, it is not so difficult to understand," Klavier says, settling down beside the sulking magician and leaning forward, elbows on his knees, his unbuttoned shirt falling forward in waves like water. "Not for a magician who can make something out of nothing, I would imagine, ja?"
Trucy glares at him briefly, then goes back to playing with the rim of her silk top-hat, turning it around and around in her hands.
Klavier sighs.
"Perhaps I can explain it, then," he says. "You have studies mathematics in the school Herr Wright insists you attend, ja?"
Trucy nods.
Klavier beams. "Good, then, this will make perfect sense."
He pulls a scrap of paper from the back pocket of his jeans and begins patting himself down for a pencil, startling only a little when Trucy rolls her eyes and snaps her fingers and produces a hot pink pen tipped with orange and blue feathers, out of mid-air.
"Ah," Klavier says. "T-thank you. Ahem. Now see, here is how it works."
On the paper, he writes:
Klavier + Apollo = rivals
Wright + Apollo = professional friends
Apollo + Trucy = siblings
Under that, he writes:
Klavier x Apollo = lovers
Wright x Apollo = too old/too young
Apollo x Trucy = trouble
"All relationships equally powerful and important," he says, handing the paper to Trucy, only wincing a little when the pen in his hand disappears in a puff of purple smoke, re-appearing in Trucy's hand a half-second later. "Ah. So in short, I am not-how would you say it?-stealing your brother away from you. That I promise."
Trucy rolls her eyes and glares at him. Taps the paper twice with the feathered end of the pen, then writes on the now-clean surface:
Klavier x Trucy = one-sided fan-crush turned sour because some divas are too stupid to recognize that talking to a teenager like she's five is a really bad idea.
"Especially a teenager as powerful as I am," she says, handing the paper to Klavier and standing, her pen disappearing after two sharp raps against Klavier's forehead. "I don't think anyone could take my brother away from me, even if I wanted him gone. I just want you to promise that you're going to lock the door from now on, because seriously, I didn't need to see that."
She leans down, her nose almost touching Klavier's. "Not so difficult to understand after all, ja?"
"Ja," says Klavier. "Or ... nein. That is to say, I understand."
Trucy straightens, pleased. "Good," she says. "Then I'll be going. Go get my brother out of the bathroom and tell him to stop trying to kill himself, a little embarrassment never proved lethal after all and the only razors he'll find in there are trick razors, hasn't he wondered yet why Papa's always got that stubble?" A wink. "I'll see you later, Mr. Gavin."
"Ah, indeed," says Klavier.
He waits until the little girl-young woman, he corrects himself, absently reaching up to rub the spot on his forehead, still stinging where she tapped him-has gone, then rises from the sofa and crosses the small apartment to the bathroom, knocks twice before trying the knob. It's locked, of course, but Apollo does let him in, after he's promised that Trucy is gone, and not at all as horrified as Apollo fears she is.
"She took it quite well, actually," Klavier says, as his lover unlocks the door. "Quite an impressive young woman, your sister, she-what?"
Apollo's eyes are huge, perfectly round, his mouth hanging open. "Um," he says, blinking. "Maybe she, um. Didn't take it as well as you, uh, thought."
He steps aside, allowing his lover to enter the bathroom, Klavier's eyes narrowed as he considers his own reflection. He slips his hand under the shaggy fringe of his bangs, lifts them up to reveal the message scrawled across his forehead in dark script:
Klavier x Trucy: When it happens is up to you. :)
"That ... little-mmph!"
"It'll be gone in a few hours," Apollo promises between kisses, once Klavier has calmed enough to respond to them. "And your hair covers it pretty well, not like when she did it to me."
"She has, ah, done this to you before, baby?"
Apollo nods, his hands busy pulling Klavier's shirt off, leaving it in the floor of the bathroom. "Why do you think I locked myself in here?" he says, against Klavier's throat. "Now hold still, I want to, um. Leave her our answer."
"Our-aah! Forehead, what-mmm ..."
Klavier closes his eyes and tips his head back, hands blindly groping his lover as the younger man bites and sucks at him, marking him with hickeys close enough to the line of his jaw that even his highest collar won't cover them. Moans when Apollo growls that should get the message across against his skin, the younger man's harsh kisses trailing lower, marking Klavier where only the two of them will see and touch.
By the time Klavier picks him up, horny and cursing in German as he carries Apollo into the bedroom, Apollo's lips are swollen and red, the front of his pants slick where his cock has leaked through his underwear. He doesn't resist at all when Klavier drops him on the bed and strips him naked. Doesn't do more than moan and open his mouth when Klavier settles atop him, the older man's cock pressing insistently into Apollo's mouth just as his mouth wraps around Apollo's erection. They suck each other, claw at each other. Buck and moan and come for each other, Klavier breaking only minutes before Apollo lets go, giving in to the pleasure of climax.
In the panting aftermath, Apollo leans up, brushing his lover's bangs back long enough to check the message, which has faded but is still plainly legible.
"It's going away," he promises, when Klavier glances at him. "Faster than, um, the ones I left will."
"Mmm," says Klavier, pulling him down for a kiss. "We will have to wait it out then, ja? Perhaps find a way to pass the time in here together, I think I could like that very much."
Apollo blushes and cuddles down next to his lover, tracing with the tip of his finger one of the darker lovebites marring the skin of Klavier's chest, just over his heart. "I don't think that'll make it go away any faster," he says.
"Nein," says Klavier. "Probably not. Ah! But I was wanting to ask: what did she write on you, Forehead? You said that yours was more visible, but I do not recall seeing it."
"Um," says Apollo. "Yeah. I, um. Stayed in until it went away."
Klavier shifts. "Oh?"
Apollo frowns. "Doesn't matter," he says. "She was just trying out a new trick on me, that's all."
"You're lying, Forehead."
"I am not."
"You are."
"Okay, maybe. But it really doesn't matter, I mean-mmm."
Klavier kisses his lover until Apollo has gone limp beside him, runs his hand up the younger man's side and pulls him close. "I do very much want to know," he murmurs.
Apollo sighs. "Kiss me again, like that," he says, "and I'll think about telling you."
~*~*~*~
By the time he's been kissed enough to truly consider telling, the marks on Klavier's forehead have all but disappeared, leaving both of them sweaty and tired and grinning a bit as they get up and dress.
The marks Apollo left, however, linger on for days, much to Apollo's embarrassment, Klavier's delight, and Trucy's sulking annoyance. They do their job, however: no one ever marks Klavier as theirs again.
Not where it's visible to the public, anyway. Klavier doesn't seem to mind that much, either.
~*~
A/N: What, I'm not a Harry Potter fan and I most certainly didn't steal this idea at all from JK Rowling, don't look at me like that.
Also, this is posted on the kink meme here, if anyone is interested. :)
The prompt was: "Klavier x Trucy. When it happens is up to you :)" and frankly? I don't like that pairing. So this is my take on it, and on the prompt. *grin*
Marked Men
by mistr3ss Quickly
"My dear Fräulein, it is not so difficult to understand," Klavier says, settling down beside the sulking magician and leaning forward, elbows on his knees, his unbuttoned shirt falling forward in waves like water. "Not for a magician who can make something out of nothing, I would imagine, ja?"
Trucy glares at him briefly, then goes back to playing with the rim of her silk top-hat, turning it around and around in her hands.
Klavier sighs.
"Perhaps I can explain it, then," he says. "You have studies mathematics in the school Herr Wright insists you attend, ja?"
Trucy nods.
Klavier beams. "Good, then, this will make perfect sense."
He pulls a scrap of paper from the back pocket of his jeans and begins patting himself down for a pencil, startling only a little when Trucy rolls her eyes and snaps her fingers and produces a hot pink pen tipped with orange and blue feathers, out of mid-air.
"Ah," Klavier says. "T-thank you. Ahem. Now see, here is how it works."
On the paper, he writes:
Klavier + Apollo = rivals
Wright + Apollo = professional friends
Apollo + Trucy = siblings
Under that, he writes:
Klavier x Apollo = lovers
Wright x Apollo = too old/too young
Apollo x Trucy = trouble
"All relationships equally powerful and important," he says, handing the paper to Trucy, only wincing a little when the pen in his hand disappears in a puff of purple smoke, re-appearing in Trucy's hand a half-second later. "Ah. So in short, I am not-how would you say it?-stealing your brother away from you. That I promise."
Trucy rolls her eyes and glares at him. Taps the paper twice with the feathered end of the pen, then writes on the now-clean surface:
Klavier x Trucy = one-sided fan-crush turned sour because some divas are too stupid to recognize that talking to a teenager like she's five is a really bad idea.
"Especially a teenager as powerful as I am," she says, handing the paper to Klavier and standing, her pen disappearing after two sharp raps against Klavier's forehead. "I don't think anyone could take my brother away from me, even if I wanted him gone. I just want you to promise that you're going to lock the door from now on, because seriously, I didn't need to see that."
She leans down, her nose almost touching Klavier's. "Not so difficult to understand after all, ja?"
"Ja," says Klavier. "Or ... nein. That is to say, I understand."
Trucy straightens, pleased. "Good," she says. "Then I'll be going. Go get my brother out of the bathroom and tell him to stop trying to kill himself, a little embarrassment never proved lethal after all and the only razors he'll find in there are trick razors, hasn't he wondered yet why Papa's always got that stubble?" A wink. "I'll see you later, Mr. Gavin."
"Ah, indeed," says Klavier.
He waits until the little girl-young woman, he corrects himself, absently reaching up to rub the spot on his forehead, still stinging where she tapped him-has gone, then rises from the sofa and crosses the small apartment to the bathroom, knocks twice before trying the knob. It's locked, of course, but Apollo does let him in, after he's promised that Trucy is gone, and not at all as horrified as Apollo fears she is.
"She took it quite well, actually," Klavier says, as his lover unlocks the door. "Quite an impressive young woman, your sister, she-what?"
Apollo's eyes are huge, perfectly round, his mouth hanging open. "Um," he says, blinking. "Maybe she, um. Didn't take it as well as you, uh, thought."
He steps aside, allowing his lover to enter the bathroom, Klavier's eyes narrowed as he considers his own reflection. He slips his hand under the shaggy fringe of his bangs, lifts them up to reveal the message scrawled across his forehead in dark script:
Klavier x Trucy: When it happens is up to you. :)
"That ... little-mmph!"
"It'll be gone in a few hours," Apollo promises between kisses, once Klavier has calmed enough to respond to them. "And your hair covers it pretty well, not like when she did it to me."
"She has, ah, done this to you before, baby?"
Apollo nods, his hands busy pulling Klavier's shirt off, leaving it in the floor of the bathroom. "Why do you think I locked myself in here?" he says, against Klavier's throat. "Now hold still, I want to, um. Leave her our answer."
"Our-aah! Forehead, what-mmm ..."
Klavier closes his eyes and tips his head back, hands blindly groping his lover as the younger man bites and sucks at him, marking him with hickeys close enough to the line of his jaw that even his highest collar won't cover them. Moans when Apollo growls that should get the message across against his skin, the younger man's harsh kisses trailing lower, marking Klavier where only the two of them will see and touch.
By the time Klavier picks him up, horny and cursing in German as he carries Apollo into the bedroom, Apollo's lips are swollen and red, the front of his pants slick where his cock has leaked through his underwear. He doesn't resist at all when Klavier drops him on the bed and strips him naked. Doesn't do more than moan and open his mouth when Klavier settles atop him, the older man's cock pressing insistently into Apollo's mouth just as his mouth wraps around Apollo's erection. They suck each other, claw at each other. Buck and moan and come for each other, Klavier breaking only minutes before Apollo lets go, giving in to the pleasure of climax.
In the panting aftermath, Apollo leans up, brushing his lover's bangs back long enough to check the message, which has faded but is still plainly legible.
"It's going away," he promises, when Klavier glances at him. "Faster than, um, the ones I left will."
"Mmm," says Klavier, pulling him down for a kiss. "We will have to wait it out then, ja? Perhaps find a way to pass the time in here together, I think I could like that very much."
Apollo blushes and cuddles down next to his lover, tracing with the tip of his finger one of the darker lovebites marring the skin of Klavier's chest, just over his heart. "I don't think that'll make it go away any faster," he says.
"Nein," says Klavier. "Probably not. Ah! But I was wanting to ask: what did she write on you, Forehead? You said that yours was more visible, but I do not recall seeing it."
"Um," says Apollo. "Yeah. I, um. Stayed in until it went away."
Klavier shifts. "Oh?"
Apollo frowns. "Doesn't matter," he says. "She was just trying out a new trick on me, that's all."
"You're lying, Forehead."
"I am not."
"You are."
"Okay, maybe. But it really doesn't matter, I mean-mmm."
Klavier kisses his lover until Apollo has gone limp beside him, runs his hand up the younger man's side and pulls him close. "I do very much want to know," he murmurs.
Apollo sighs. "Kiss me again, like that," he says, "and I'll think about telling you."
~*~*~*~
By the time he's been kissed enough to truly consider telling, the marks on Klavier's forehead have all but disappeared, leaving both of them sweaty and tired and grinning a bit as they get up and dress.
The marks Apollo left, however, linger on for days, much to Apollo's embarrassment, Klavier's delight, and Trucy's sulking annoyance. They do their job, however: no one ever marks Klavier as theirs again.
Not where it's visible to the public, anyway. Klavier doesn't seem to mind that much, either.
~*~
A/N: What, I'm not a Harry Potter fan and I most certainly didn't steal this idea at all from JK Rowling, don't look at me like that.
Also, this is posted on the kink meme here, if anyone is interested. :)