FICLET: Lu/Flood UST (Unrequited Sexual Tension)
I based this on a funny little dream I had the other night (You know you're RP'ing too much when you start dreaming RP scenes that may or may not happen or even be possible...): it takes place after Ninel's unplugging, which I imagine might have happened during her brief seperation from Lucien, following the incident involving Lu's lord and master... If this doesn't fit the timeline, let me know and I'll remove it.
Chelsea Heights Nocturne
The night following Ninel's unplugging, Lucien opted to stay in the Floodwatchman's apartment, the better to avoid another attempted midnight kidnapping at the hands of his former lord and master and to afford him some solace from his thoughts of Ninel: this less than familiar place would not remind him of her absence or of their recent troubles.
Lucien lay curled up in the bed in the guest bedroom, closing his ears to the amourous sounds coming from the master bedroom, on the other side of the wall behind the headboard. Nearly a month and a half had passed since Lucien had left the Merovingian's service, and from sheer habit, the little Provisioner was sarting to long for the embrace of a larger, stronger male. He caught himself wishing that he could be the one recieving the Floodwatchman's sensual attentions, but he knew this desire was futile: the Floodwatchman exclusively preferred the fair sex.
When all had grown quiet in the next room, Lucien got up and slipping on his bathrobe, padded out to his host's bedroom. He found the neighboring chamber dark except for the soft light from a cluster of pillar candles on a desk facing the bed. A mountain range of soft shapes lay under the bedcovers, the top of the Floodwatchman's tousled head protruding above the edge of the blankets. Lucien approached the bed and slid under the covers.
Flood emitted a contented "What is it?", his tone quickly cooling; his lean body gathered under the covers.
"It is only I, Lucien, the Provisioner," Lucien said.
Flood sighed with annoyance and relaxed on his pillows, the covers slipping down from one of his shoulders. The softly flickering light from the candles fell over him, giving Lucien a view of the older program's naked back at close proximity: the sight of the other male's smooth skin and the movement of his carefully toned muscles and sinews under it as he shifted position nearly brought a sigh of admiration and hunger to Lucien's lips.
"What is it that you want of me... besides an eyeful?" Flood asked, trying to sound offended and failing.
"I only sought solace," Lucien said, trying to keep his hand from creeping over to caress Flood's muscled back.
His bedcompanion moved away from him, as if he divined Lucien's desire. "Well, if it was a certain sort of solace, I regret to inform you that you've come to the wrong program." Flood replied, icily. "I am not your former lord and master, nor do I have anywhere near *his* appetites. I wouldn't want those visited upon anyone, after I've experienced -- er, seen what they can lead to."
Lucien's "heart" skipped a beat. "You have lain with him?"
"He's pinned me to the wall or the mattress a few times and had his way with me, if that's what you mean," Flood replied, his tone a few degrees colder than liquid nitrogen.
Perhaps there was hope. "So you have felt his power, sensed him burning within you; you have let his essence engulf you--"
"Only because there was no one else to serve in that capacity and scratch him where he itched. You know as well as I that he takes any reply as a yes if it isn't a no."
"Didn't you feel what I felt? Did his attentions not cause you to burn with delight?"
"Don't be an imbecile, Noir: You know that I wouldn't find that sort of congress the least bit pleasurable. You know I prefer the company of a willing female."
"Indeed I know that," Lucien said, trying to sound coolly disdainful, but even he could hear a touch of envy in his tone.
"I gather that this little nocturnal visit has something to do with the Russin chit's being unplugged..."
"Alas, yes... her absence only makes my heart long for her, or the shelter of a man's arms," Lucien admitted.
"And I take it that you're saving yourself for when she comes back to you, so another woman would hardly suffice to tide you over," Flood said.
"No, not in the least. I could never go near another woman now that I have given her my heart."
Flood snorted under his breath. "Well, that will save me the trouble of having to pull you out of a broom closet where you'd slipped in with someone. If you're so devoted to this devotchka, why do you think you need a man in your life?"
"Because she is female, because she cannot please me in ways that a male could," Lucien admitted, feeling a little ashamed now.
The bedcovers rustled and Flood shifted position. Lucien hoped for a moment that his companion would turn over and let him look into those honey-colored eyes, but the other male settled down again without so much as turning onto his back. "There are certain little gadgets you can make use of if she's willing to resort to them..."
Lucien knew what Flood referred to and the very thought made him blush. "But... she is smaller than I; she can't engulf me in an embrace as your master does."
"Consider for a moment that I'm all of three inches shorter than he is: that's hardly enough for me to have the slightest notion of what it's like to feel what you felt with him. And that when I do let him have what he wants, my mind is two-hundred kilometers away... But I think I know of one or two agreeable gentlemen who might be interested in you. But before you start jumping to conclusions, let me remind you that they are merely acquaintences of mine, nothing more."
"Perhaps I should avail myself of their attentions, so long as they are taller and more powerful than I," Lucien said.
"One of them certainly is," Flood replied. "He'd certainly be able to give you this feeling of engulfment you keep prating about. And consider that your own nature is clearly more masochistic than mine is. I at least am able to value my own autonomy and thus need not rely on a lover's whims to boost my self-worth."
"But you must crave your lovers' embraces and the feeling of security they give you."
"Not with the emotional dependency you have, my fat little friend."
"You need to fall in love, Floodwatchman," Lucien said.
"Or you need to learn not to depend on your lovers' approval," Flood replied.
"Perhaps someday you will experience what I have," Lucien said, almost in pity. He rose from the bed and returned to his room, feeling nothing but sympathy for this cold-bodied, cold-hearted male, and wishing that the older program could know the joys he had...
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A long moment after Lucien had crept back to the guest room, Molly, lying on the other side of Flood, stuck her tousled red head from under the covers. "Does your little brother come in here regularly for romance tips?" she asked.
"Thank Codestream, no," Flood replied, kissing her. "And he's not my little brother either: he's merely a paying guest."
"He's kinda cute, in a Pillsbury Dough-Boy kinda way," Molly said, with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Flood noted that glint and allowed himself an amused smirk in reply. "Women find him charming, but his petulance and whining are tiresome to say the least. Perhaps that's why his human girlfriend unplugged from the system recently, for a breather from his whimpering. But enough of him when there's already too much of him..." With that quip, he proceeded to reward Molly for her patience and discretion, with another round....
Chelsea Heights Nocturne
The night following Ninel's unplugging, Lucien opted to stay in the Floodwatchman's apartment, the better to avoid another attempted midnight kidnapping at the hands of his former lord and master and to afford him some solace from his thoughts of Ninel: this less than familiar place would not remind him of her absence or of their recent troubles.
Lucien lay curled up in the bed in the guest bedroom, closing his ears to the amourous sounds coming from the master bedroom, on the other side of the wall behind the headboard. Nearly a month and a half had passed since Lucien had left the Merovingian's service, and from sheer habit, the little Provisioner was sarting to long for the embrace of a larger, stronger male. He caught himself wishing that he could be the one recieving the Floodwatchman's sensual attentions, but he knew this desire was futile: the Floodwatchman exclusively preferred the fair sex.
When all had grown quiet in the next room, Lucien got up and slipping on his bathrobe, padded out to his host's bedroom. He found the neighboring chamber dark except for the soft light from a cluster of pillar candles on a desk facing the bed. A mountain range of soft shapes lay under the bedcovers, the top of the Floodwatchman's tousled head protruding above the edge of the blankets. Lucien approached the bed and slid under the covers.
Flood emitted a contented "What is it?", his tone quickly cooling; his lean body gathered under the covers.
"It is only I, Lucien, the Provisioner," Lucien said.
Flood sighed with annoyance and relaxed on his pillows, the covers slipping down from one of his shoulders. The softly flickering light from the candles fell over him, giving Lucien a view of the older program's naked back at close proximity: the sight of the other male's smooth skin and the movement of his carefully toned muscles and sinews under it as he shifted position nearly brought a sigh of admiration and hunger to Lucien's lips.
"What is it that you want of me... besides an eyeful?" Flood asked, trying to sound offended and failing.
"I only sought solace," Lucien said, trying to keep his hand from creeping over to caress Flood's muscled back.
His bedcompanion moved away from him, as if he divined Lucien's desire. "Well, if it was a certain sort of solace, I regret to inform you that you've come to the wrong program." Flood replied, icily. "I am not your former lord and master, nor do I have anywhere near *his* appetites. I wouldn't want those visited upon anyone, after I've experienced -- er, seen what they can lead to."
Lucien's "heart" skipped a beat. "You have lain with him?"
"He's pinned me to the wall or the mattress a few times and had his way with me, if that's what you mean," Flood replied, his tone a few degrees colder than liquid nitrogen.
Perhaps there was hope. "So you have felt his power, sensed him burning within you; you have let his essence engulf you--"
"Only because there was no one else to serve in that capacity and scratch him where he itched. You know as well as I that he takes any reply as a yes if it isn't a no."
"Didn't you feel what I felt? Did his attentions not cause you to burn with delight?"
"Don't be an imbecile, Noir: You know that I wouldn't find that sort of congress the least bit pleasurable. You know I prefer the company of a willing female."
"Indeed I know that," Lucien said, trying to sound coolly disdainful, but even he could hear a touch of envy in his tone.
"I gather that this little nocturnal visit has something to do with the Russin chit's being unplugged..."
"Alas, yes... her absence only makes my heart long for her, or the shelter of a man's arms," Lucien admitted.
"And I take it that you're saving yourself for when she comes back to you, so another woman would hardly suffice to tide you over," Flood said.
"No, not in the least. I could never go near another woman now that I have given her my heart."
Flood snorted under his breath. "Well, that will save me the trouble of having to pull you out of a broom closet where you'd slipped in with someone. If you're so devoted to this devotchka, why do you think you need a man in your life?"
"Because she is female, because she cannot please me in ways that a male could," Lucien admitted, feeling a little ashamed now.
The bedcovers rustled and Flood shifted position. Lucien hoped for a moment that his companion would turn over and let him look into those honey-colored eyes, but the other male settled down again without so much as turning onto his back. "There are certain little gadgets you can make use of if she's willing to resort to them..."
Lucien knew what Flood referred to and the very thought made him blush. "But... she is smaller than I; she can't engulf me in an embrace as your master does."
"Consider for a moment that I'm all of three inches shorter than he is: that's hardly enough for me to have the slightest notion of what it's like to feel what you felt with him. And that when I do let him have what he wants, my mind is two-hundred kilometers away... But I think I know of one or two agreeable gentlemen who might be interested in you. But before you start jumping to conclusions, let me remind you that they are merely acquaintences of mine, nothing more."
"Perhaps I should avail myself of their attentions, so long as they are taller and more powerful than I," Lucien said.
"One of them certainly is," Flood replied. "He'd certainly be able to give you this feeling of engulfment you keep prating about. And consider that your own nature is clearly more masochistic than mine is. I at least am able to value my own autonomy and thus need not rely on a lover's whims to boost my self-worth."
"But you must crave your lovers' embraces and the feeling of security they give you."
"Not with the emotional dependency you have, my fat little friend."
"You need to fall in love, Floodwatchman," Lucien said.
"Or you need to learn not to depend on your lovers' approval," Flood replied.
"Perhaps someday you will experience what I have," Lucien said, almost in pity. He rose from the bed and returned to his room, feeling nothing but sympathy for this cold-bodied, cold-hearted male, and wishing that the older program could know the joys he had...
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A long moment after Lucien had crept back to the guest room, Molly, lying on the other side of Flood, stuck her tousled red head from under the covers. "Does your little brother come in here regularly for romance tips?" she asked.
"Thank Codestream, no," Flood replied, kissing her. "And he's not my little brother either: he's merely a paying guest."
"He's kinda cute, in a Pillsbury Dough-Boy kinda way," Molly said, with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Flood noted that glint and allowed himself an amused smirk in reply. "Women find him charming, but his petulance and whining are tiresome to say the least. Perhaps that's why his human girlfriend unplugged from the system recently, for a breather from his whimpering. But enough of him when there's already too much of him..." With that quip, he proceeded to reward Molly for her patience and discretion, with another round....