Peter Pan Meets Sage
Title: Peter Pan Meets Sage
Authors: Sensei and Talon
Rating: MA
Summary: Sensei's Peter Pan in the modern world (last seen bothering Sebastian and Ciel of Kuroshitsuji) meets Talon's modern-day IY-flavored pissy fag assassin hanyou Sage (another half-brother to Sesshoumaru). I don't think I can make it any clearer than that.
Peter Pan slips in the window of the dark penthouse apartment where a young hanyou sleeps. Peter knows his name is Sage, and that he, like Peter, will never grow old. It's high time they met.
Without even opening his eyes, Sage sits up, sharp steel whistles almost soundlessly through the air and pins the pixie by the ragged sleeve of his leaf green tunic. With a grunt and a flop, Sage falls back into his blankets and turns over and is snoring again before Pan even figures out what happened.
Peter gasps, blinks, pulls at his sleeve. "I guess I've met my dark side," he chuckles. "Stop pretending to sleep and let me down. Don't make me call Tinkerbell. I promise you'll hate her as much as I do. And she won't be pinned like a butterfly as I am."
"Don't make me wake up my boyfriend," he mumbles. "He'll scare the tights offa you."
"I'm not interested in your boyfriend." He tugs and lets his sleeve rip, and hops gracefully to the floor. "Not curious about how I got past your 'impregnable' security system?" He's on his guard now, and even more aroused. He rubs the crotch of his tights.
"You didn't."
He looks around as he walks up to the plush sofa on which his dark little opposite lies. "I'm here, aren't I?" He scratches his head. "You always this grouchy?"
He yawns again. "You were let in. And no, I'm not usually in such a good mood when I'm woken up. You can leave the way you came in. I ain't interested in whatever twinkly STD's you're carryin'."
Peter's eyes do twinkle then, or sparkle, as he likes to think of it. "Can't go yet," he grins. "Too easy. And we don't have STDs in Neverland. One of the best things about the little podunk island, to be honest. So. You let me in. Why?"
"Did I say I let you in. I did not. I'm sure J thinks he's very funny. Go away. I am not sticking my dick in your fairy dusted ass."
Peter's eyes widen. "So easy to cast aspersions. Can I help it if I have an addiction? Damned Tinkerbell puts the shit in my dew every morning. Anyway, my ass is off limits, so no worries. Is that the only game you can think of to play? We could talk about your dreams..."
He opens an eye. A very scowly eye. "No, we couldn't. And if your ass is off limits then we have nothing more to discuss." There's no way this side or the other of HELL he is going to let this fucking...thing...fuck him. He's already been dog-dicked and then fucked again when he got home, thanks so much. He is pleasantly sore and not inclined to let anyone else in tonight. He's going to get J for this...he makes a rude gesture towards one of the many many hidden cameras.
Peter grins, a beautiful display of perfect white teeth. He perches on the arm of the sofa beside Sage. "And if my ass is NOT offlimits?"
He bares his teeth. "Go. Away."
Peter sighs and points to the master bedroom. "You gonna let your boyfriend fuck me again, then? I was hoping for something...more interesting." How is it hanyou are so uninteresting nowadays?
He wuffs. He can't help it. "'f you wanna test your immortality g'head. Go in there. I want you to. Don't come cryin' to me though when you find yourself out of your body."
Peter stamps his foot and folds his arms, his soft boot making no sound at all on the polished, hardwood floor. "If I would've known you were this boring, I wouldn't have bothered to fly in. Y'know, I could teach you to fly -- and if you only do it a few times you won't even get addicted. You could fly over and surprise that old, old, old brother of yours. Or something. He heads for the window. "I hate disappointment," he mutters.
"Don't let the window hit your ass on your way out," he calls.
"Blow me," Peter barks, kicking over some expensive-looking lamp on the way out so it crashes loudly to the floor. As he takes to the sky, he thinks about paying a visit to that old, old, old brother, stirring up a little trouble. Stupid little hanyou fag. He can do better without even trying. But he is beautiful as the other guy said. Damn. He won't listen to another adult promising young hanyou ass again anytime soon, that's for sure.
"You wish," he calls over the tinkling of breaking glass. And if Sesshoumaru thinks he couldn't smell him under all that fairy dust...he'll have a nice surprise sometime when he least expects it. But not until he's done with his boyfriend. In the morning. With a wuff he turns over to go back to sleep. And people thought HE was a pissy little fag boy. He's got nothin' on the little green twink. So light in the loafers he floats. He snorts as he gets comfortable and closes his eyes.
Authors: Sensei and Talon
Rating: MA
Summary: Sensei's Peter Pan in the modern world (last seen bothering Sebastian and Ciel of Kuroshitsuji) meets Talon's modern-day IY-flavored pissy fag assassin hanyou Sage (another half-brother to Sesshoumaru). I don't think I can make it any clearer than that.
Peter Pan slips in the window of the dark penthouse apartment where a young hanyou sleeps. Peter knows his name is Sage, and that he, like Peter, will never grow old. It's high time they met.
Without even opening his eyes, Sage sits up, sharp steel whistles almost soundlessly through the air and pins the pixie by the ragged sleeve of his leaf green tunic. With a grunt and a flop, Sage falls back into his blankets and turns over and is snoring again before Pan even figures out what happened.
Peter gasps, blinks, pulls at his sleeve. "I guess I've met my dark side," he chuckles. "Stop pretending to sleep and let me down. Don't make me call Tinkerbell. I promise you'll hate her as much as I do. And she won't be pinned like a butterfly as I am."
"Don't make me wake up my boyfriend," he mumbles. "He'll scare the tights offa you."
"I'm not interested in your boyfriend." He tugs and lets his sleeve rip, and hops gracefully to the floor. "Not curious about how I got past your 'impregnable' security system?" He's on his guard now, and even more aroused. He rubs the crotch of his tights.
"You didn't."
He looks around as he walks up to the plush sofa on which his dark little opposite lies. "I'm here, aren't I?" He scratches his head. "You always this grouchy?"
He yawns again. "You were let in. And no, I'm not usually in such a good mood when I'm woken up. You can leave the way you came in. I ain't interested in whatever twinkly STD's you're carryin'."
Peter's eyes do twinkle then, or sparkle, as he likes to think of it. "Can't go yet," he grins. "Too easy. And we don't have STDs in Neverland. One of the best things about the little podunk island, to be honest. So. You let me in. Why?"
"Did I say I let you in. I did not. I'm sure J thinks he's very funny. Go away. I am not sticking my dick in your fairy dusted ass."
Peter's eyes widen. "So easy to cast aspersions. Can I help it if I have an addiction? Damned Tinkerbell puts the shit in my dew every morning. Anyway, my ass is off limits, so no worries. Is that the only game you can think of to play? We could talk about your dreams..."
He opens an eye. A very scowly eye. "No, we couldn't. And if your ass is off limits then we have nothing more to discuss." There's no way this side or the other of HELL he is going to let this fucking...thing...fuck him. He's already been dog-dicked and then fucked again when he got home, thanks so much. He is pleasantly sore and not inclined to let anyone else in tonight. He's going to get J for this...he makes a rude gesture towards one of the many many hidden cameras.
Peter grins, a beautiful display of perfect white teeth. He perches on the arm of the sofa beside Sage. "And if my ass is NOT offlimits?"
He bares his teeth. "Go. Away."
Peter sighs and points to the master bedroom. "You gonna let your boyfriend fuck me again, then? I was hoping for something...more interesting." How is it hanyou are so uninteresting nowadays?
He wuffs. He can't help it. "'f you wanna test your immortality g'head. Go in there. I want you to. Don't come cryin' to me though when you find yourself out of your body."
Peter stamps his foot and folds his arms, his soft boot making no sound at all on the polished, hardwood floor. "If I would've known you were this boring, I wouldn't have bothered to fly in. Y'know, I could teach you to fly -- and if you only do it a few times you won't even get addicted. You could fly over and surprise that old, old, old brother of yours. Or something. He heads for the window. "I hate disappointment," he mutters.
"Don't let the window hit your ass on your way out," he calls.
"Blow me," Peter barks, kicking over some expensive-looking lamp on the way out so it crashes loudly to the floor. As he takes to the sky, he thinks about paying a visit to that old, old, old brother, stirring up a little trouble. Stupid little hanyou fag. He can do better without even trying. But he is beautiful as the other guy said. Damn. He won't listen to another adult promising young hanyou ass again anytime soon, that's for sure.
"You wish," he calls over the tinkling of breaking glass. And if Sesshoumaru thinks he couldn't smell him under all that fairy dust...he'll have a nice surprise sometime when he least expects it. But not until he's done with his boyfriend. In the morning. With a wuff he turns over to go back to sleep. And people thought HE was a pissy little fag boy. He's got nothin' on the little green twink. So light in the loafers he floats. He snorts as he gets comfortable and closes his eyes.