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Title: Distractions
Universe: Revelation
Characters: Anael, Mark
Word Count: 271
Rating: PG-13- mentions of boysex, some swearing
Summary: Mark leaves the club later than he expected to.
“Fuck, it's almost five, I have to be at work in three hours,” groaned the blond, extricating himself from the pile of bodies. The club was empty now, and every sound and move they made echoed. It was surreal to see it this way, the dance floor vacant, the stage and playgrounds bare, the bar abandoned. It was a little disturbing. But it wasn't like they'd -intended- to be all night. It had just happened, and they hadn't been interrupted when it was closed because Annie was the owner's boyfriend- toy- lover- well, he was fucking the man who ran the place, and that got him privileges, like being able to stay after everyone else.
Speak of the devil- the slim redhead worked his way out of the tangle, his long braid entirely disheveled, blue eyes reflecting the barely-there light that shone through the window. “You're not going already? It feels like we barely got started.”
It shouldn't have been possible, but Mark found a trickle of arousal working its way over his body. “Annie, we've been going for -hours-. We're only human, after all.” He laughed, exhausted, every cell worn out from pleasure.
“We-ell...” There was a bubbly giggle from Annie. “I guess that's true. Kiss for the road, then?”
He didn't wait for Mark's response, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing thoroughly, until Mark would have sworn down was right and up was South, and that he'd any thought of leaving.
He didn't get out of there until well after daybreak, but he thought it was worth it. A good start to a better day.
Title: Chocolate
Universe: Revelation
Characters: Anael, unknown
Word Count: 206
Rating: PG
Summary: Anael doesn't sleep with everyone who hits on him.
Notes: Sometimes, I hate dialogue tags. And everything but dialogue. This was one of those times.
“I can't drink.”
“Yes, you can. Everyone can drink.”
“Fine. I can't drink alcohol. I have one and everything goes dizzy and then I have another one and I fall over.”
“You just need to work up to it. Keep drinking while you're on the floor. Get your sealegs. Or something.”
“I think you're drunk already, so I don't think I'll be taking your advice. I'll have a chocolate milk.”
“What are you, thirteen?”
“Do I look thirteen? Really?”
“...well, in the right light, yes. You do. Aren't you a little young to be in a place like this?”
“I'm older than time. Bug off.”
“Older than time. That's one I haven't heard before. So where're you from, if you're older than time?”
“Heaven, by way of Hell. And New York.”
“Those last two aren't the same?”
“I think I'd know.”
“I suppose you would. How's your chocolate milk?”
“Delicious, thank you.”
“Mmm, you even smell like chocolate.”
“Why are you sniffing me? My boyfriend runs a chocolate shop.”
“Does he? How fascinating. Chocolate's such a sensual food.”
“That was supposed to be a subtle rejection so I wouldn't have to point it out.”
“Damn, I always miss those.”
“Colour me unsurprised.”
Title: Poetry
Universe: Revelation
Characters: Andrew, Anael
Word Count: 190
Rating: PG, post-sex
Summary: Anael thinks poetry is hard.
“I spent a whole five minutes today trying to come up with a good rhyme for 'Andrew' so I could write a poem. I was going to write it on you with something tasty and lick it off.” Anael grinned and made spirals over Andrew's chest with his finger.
“Seems a little self-serving. But I'm honoured, a whole five minutes? Really?” Andrew purred under the attention, pulling the blankets up around them.
“Mmhmm. It was while you were at work.” Anael nestled against him, letting out a contented sigh. “I was bored. But nothing sounded right. Poetry is hard.”
Andrew snorted. “If poetry's the hardest thing you've encountered, love, you're very well off. I'm sad to hear there will be no licking.”
“Maybe I'll do something classicy. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? No, because you'd probably roll your eyes at me and say something mean.” Anael nudged Andrew with his elbow and then stifled a yawn.
“I would not,” Andrew chuckled. “Stop poking me and go to sleep, sweetheart.”
“As my lord and master commands,” murmured Anael, eyes already closing. “Sweet dreams.”
“Sweet dreams.”
Universe: Revelation
Characters: Anael, Mark
Word Count: 271
Rating: PG-13- mentions of boysex, some swearing
Summary: Mark leaves the club later than he expected to.
“Fuck, it's almost five, I have to be at work in three hours,” groaned the blond, extricating himself from the pile of bodies. The club was empty now, and every sound and move they made echoed. It was surreal to see it this way, the dance floor vacant, the stage and playgrounds bare, the bar abandoned. It was a little disturbing. But it wasn't like they'd -intended- to be all night. It had just happened, and they hadn't been interrupted when it was closed because Annie was the owner's boyfriend- toy- lover- well, he was fucking the man who ran the place, and that got him privileges, like being able to stay after everyone else.
Speak of the devil- the slim redhead worked his way out of the tangle, his long braid entirely disheveled, blue eyes reflecting the barely-there light that shone through the window. “You're not going already? It feels like we barely got started.”
It shouldn't have been possible, but Mark found a trickle of arousal working its way over his body. “Annie, we've been going for -hours-. We're only human, after all.” He laughed, exhausted, every cell worn out from pleasure.
“We-ell...” There was a bubbly giggle from Annie. “I guess that's true. Kiss for the road, then?”
He didn't wait for Mark's response, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing thoroughly, until Mark would have sworn down was right and up was South, and that he'd any thought of leaving.
He didn't get out of there until well after daybreak, but he thought it was worth it. A good start to a better day.
Title: Chocolate
Universe: Revelation
Characters: Anael, unknown
Word Count: 206
Rating: PG
Summary: Anael doesn't sleep with everyone who hits on him.
Notes: Sometimes, I hate dialogue tags. And everything but dialogue. This was one of those times.
“I can't drink.”
“Yes, you can. Everyone can drink.”
“Fine. I can't drink alcohol. I have one and everything goes dizzy and then I have another one and I fall over.”
“You just need to work up to it. Keep drinking while you're on the floor. Get your sealegs. Or something.”
“I think you're drunk already, so I don't think I'll be taking your advice. I'll have a chocolate milk.”
“What are you, thirteen?”
“Do I look thirteen? Really?”
“...well, in the right light, yes. You do. Aren't you a little young to be in a place like this?”
“I'm older than time. Bug off.”
“Older than time. That's one I haven't heard before. So where're you from, if you're older than time?”
“Heaven, by way of Hell. And New York.”
“Those last two aren't the same?”
“I think I'd know.”
“I suppose you would. How's your chocolate milk?”
“Delicious, thank you.”
“Mmm, you even smell like chocolate.”
“Why are you sniffing me? My boyfriend runs a chocolate shop.”
“Does he? How fascinating. Chocolate's such a sensual food.”
“That was supposed to be a subtle rejection so I wouldn't have to point it out.”
“Damn, I always miss those.”
“Colour me unsurprised.”
Title: Poetry
Universe: Revelation
Characters: Andrew, Anael
Word Count: 190
Rating: PG, post-sex
Summary: Anael thinks poetry is hard.
“I spent a whole five minutes today trying to come up with a good rhyme for 'Andrew' so I could write a poem. I was going to write it on you with something tasty and lick it off.” Anael grinned and made spirals over Andrew's chest with his finger.
“Seems a little self-serving. But I'm honoured, a whole five minutes? Really?” Andrew purred under the attention, pulling the blankets up around them.
“Mmhmm. It was while you were at work.” Anael nestled against him, letting out a contented sigh. “I was bored. But nothing sounded right. Poetry is hard.”
Andrew snorted. “If poetry's the hardest thing you've encountered, love, you're very well off. I'm sad to hear there will be no licking.”
“Maybe I'll do something classicy. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? No, because you'd probably roll your eyes at me and say something mean.” Anael nudged Andrew with his elbow and then stifled a yawn.
“I would not,” Andrew chuckled. “Stop poking me and go to sleep, sweetheart.”
“As my lord and master commands,” murmured Anael, eyes already closing. “Sweet dreams.”
“Sweet dreams.”