FIC: Airplane FEwL
Title: Airplane FEwL
Author: Sri (pikkalam_sri)
Pairing: Dorian/Klaus
Warnings: Unbeta’d
Rating: G
Word Count: ~ 900
Summary: Short fic about the boys on a plane ride. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Characters in this fan fiction belong to Yasuko Aoike.
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“Ooh,” Eroica purred, pressing close to Klaus as they shuffled down the narrow aisle. “We're seated in an exit row.”
“So?” Klaus tried to put some distance between them, only to be blocked by an elderly Indian couple struggling with a too-large carry on. He efficiently relieved them of the suitcase and crammed it into the overhead bin, waving them an their grateful exclamations aside. As he and Eroica shuffled past, he caught a admiring smile on the thief's face.
“What?”
“You're so gallant,” Eroica sighed. His tone caused all the hairs on the back of Klaus' neck to stand up.
“Keep those perverted thoughts to yourself!”
“Anyway,” Eroica continued blithely, “I was saying that I like the exit row, because it gives me extra leg room.”
The remark was clearly intended to draw attention to his long, shapely legs. Klaus refused to take the bait. He sat in the window seat and stored his highly-sensitive briefcase beneath the seat in front of him. “As usual, your motivations are purely selfish. Sitting here is not a privilege, but a responsibility.”
“What do you mean?” Eroica asked, hoisting his own stuffed bag into the upper compartment. A curtain of blond locks fell over the left side of his face. He regarded Klaus between two upraised arms, with only one quizzical eye.
“Sitting here signifies that you will aid in an emergency. You must be physically fit, vigilant for trouble, and calm in a crisis.” He reached for his cigarettes, glared at the No Smoking sign, and left them in his pocket. “Clearly, you should sit somewhere else.”
“I wouldn't leave your side for anything in the wide world,” Eroica gushed, giving his bag a final shove and settling into the aisle seat. “Besides, the possibility of an 'emergency' is so remote, why worry?”
“With you involved,” Klaus grumbled, “Anything could become a fucking emergency.”
“Major,” Eroica murmured, fluttering his eyelashes. “You do care.”
Klaus refused to be intimidated. He folded his arms and glared daggers at the thief.
“Excuse me,” a piping voice sounded from over Eroica's shoulder. Klaus shifted his glare minutely to the pretty, young flight attendant standing in the aisle. At his stern look, her pleasant smile evaporated. She swallowed. “P-p-please fasten your s-seat belts.”
He held her gaze until she blushed and moved on. Only then did he reach for the straps. The buckle was disturbingly close to Eroica's thigh, but he managed to snag it quickly.
“Bully.” Eroica tossed his head, causing a sweet-smelling wave of golden hair to hit Klaus in the face.
He didn't bother responding, and they sat in silence as the flight attendant droned through the safety instructions. Her monotone only faltered once or twice, when she accidentally caught Klaus' disapproving eye. A short time later, they became airborne. Eroica crooned approvingly, no doubt deriving some sick pleasure from the sensation of take-off. Klaus knew better than to ask.
“Well, now that we're on our way, I might as well have a kip.” Eroica yawned dramatically.
“Fine, fine.” Klaus crossed his arms and looked out the window. Next time, he promised himself, I'll fly business and make him fly coach alone. That should make his stingy bug happy, at least. His pleasant rumination was interrupted by something warm and soft coming to rest on his shoulder.
He stiffened, cursing the airport security agents who had forced him to check his firearm. Turning slightly, he addressed the top of the thief's head, currently resting on his shoulder. “Get. Off. Me.”
“Hm? What's that?” Eroica's head tilted back, as if to look up at Klaus. His face was half-hidden behind a blue satin sleep mask, but he somehow conveyed a smug look through inflection alone.
Klaus tried to shrug him off, but strong hands came up to wrap around his bicep and elbow. There was no room to get a decent swing for a punch, and he refused to resort to pinching or prodding like a child. “I should open this hatch,” he said sweetly, rapping his knuckles on the emergency exit, “and toss you out into space.”
“But Major,” Eroica said, pushing his mask up to his forehead. It should have looked ridiculous, but the thief wore it like the latest style of headband. “That would depressurize the cabin, and kill everyone onboard.”
“Collateral damage,” Klaus growled, “is sometimes unavoidable.”
Laughter sparkled in Eroica's bright blue eyes. “Oh, I do adore you, Major.”
“Shut up!” He spat, barely restraining himself from shouting. “Just go to sleep!”
“If you insist,” came the blasé reply. Eroica pulled down the sleep mask and leaned again on Klaus' arm. Klaus straightened his spine, determined to make his the coldest, least comfortable shoulder the thief had ever laid his fool head on. For his part, Eroica sighed in contentment and promptly fell asleep. It seemed genuine, since his clutching fingers went slack and gentle.
“Excuse m-me, sir?” The flight attendant appeared again, offering a pillow like a peace offering. “Would your friend like -”
“He's not my friend,” he hissed. The girl flinched and fled. Klaus turned back to the window, deliberately ignoring the thief at his side. This is going to be a long flight .