Fic: The Trickster: The Lost Chapter 2/?
Yes, I know, I said three parts, but this thing has taken on a life of its own and unless I can start typing up more of it at a time (most of the story is already wrote out on paper) it's going to take more parts.
Title: The Trickster: The Lost Chapter 2/?
Author: Kris Ice AKA Wknightmare (Waking Nightmare)
Rating: PG-13 for subject matter
Warnings: None
Summery: More discussion, the secret of Quinn's power and some secrets of his past, one of James' secrets and some blatent attempts at seduction.
James stared in shock. Even though he suspected it, he never expected Quinn to confirm it. “Um…”
The pale god snickered, not looking up. “You really shouldn’t be so surprised. Perhaps it’s a bit narcissistic of me, but you remind me so much of myself.” His dark red lips curled into a wry smile. “And yet, you’re nothing like me. You’ve got such a pure heart compared to me. You may not have always been a nice guy, but you don’t like hurting people.”
“And you do?”
Quinn’s lips stretched into a wicked smirk. “On occasion.”
The blond studied him for a moment, before deciding to change to subject. “I enjoyed that kiss.”
“I know.” Finally, the depthless amber eyes rose to meet troubled blue. “You human worry too much about your sexuality. Why can’t you just accept that something feels good?”
James shrugged, looking a bit uncomfortable. “It comes from a lifetime of being told it’s something extremely disgusting and a capital sin.”
Quinn pursed his lips with a thought full look on his face. “That’s right; your parents are Catholic, aren’t they?”
The mortal crossed his arms, squirming. He might have been the most approachable of the Rogues besides Piper, but he very rarely talked about his childhood. At least not about what happened behind the scenes. “Yeah, they are.” He looked away, not wanting to talk about the family he hadn’t seen in years.
He could feel the weight of the god’s gaze as he tried to decide what he wanted to do. On one hand becoming Quinn’s high priest would give him some distinct advantages when dealing with the other Rogues or any supervillains who decided they wanted a piece of him after he came back to life. He looked back at the patiently waiting god. On the other hand, did he really want to have sex with a man? He was sure that was what the bi-color haired god had been implying when he said the kiss was just “the preliminaries.”
Quinn waited, watching the internal struggle that was clearly written on the blond’s face. He wanted this man, wanted him more than he’d wanted anything before, but this time he couldn’t trick the person into giving him what he wanted. James had to come to him of his own Free Will. Even if this one time was all that he’d every have with the beautiful man, he’d treasure the memory for the rest of eternity.
“Have you ever…” James looked away blushing. It was a stupid question. Quinn must have been around practically as long as mankind has existed. Of course the god had sex with men before. He certainly seemed to know what he wanted from the blond.
“Yes,” the pale god answered, deciding to be completely candid. “I’ve slept with a god and a goddess recently, and slept with many more in my youth.” He gave James a humorless, wry smile. “It’s rather difficult finding a decent partner when one happens to be one of the strongest gods out there. Not to mention that I’ve become a lot more… choosy with my partners after discovering nearly all potential partners want something from me and feel seduction is the best way to get it. Especially since they’ve figured out that I’ll never pick between good and evil.”
The taller one blinked in surprise, staring at the seated god. “One of the most powerful…?”
Quinn snickered at the look on James’ face. “Yep.” He stretched for a long moment reveling in the feel of intense blue eyes sliding down his lanky form. He smirked as the mortal’s eyes met his, another blush darkening the blond’s fair skin. “I’m one of the oldest gods,” he began, leaning back with his legs spread. “You see, a very, very long time ago, a bunch of gods and goddesses got together and decided that there had to be some rules about how we interacted with humans. Until that time, the gods had directly interfered for their humans which of course led to the gods fighting each other and that led to horrible natural disasters or huge death tolls among the mortal worshipers. Anyway, to make a long story short, most of them decided to go with priests and/or priestesses, prayers, rituals, temples, and a bunch of boring shit. I took a much simpler and easier route.” He smirked again, resting his arms on the arms of the chair as he slid down a bit, letting his legs fall open a bit further. “Every laugh, every joke is a prayer to me. Practical jokes are my rituals, the more complex the joke the better. Carnivals, circuses, party houses, and such are temples in my honor.” He paused for a moment to let it all sink in. “Most of a god’s power comes from his worshipers.” He grinned. “Every self-aware being out there has some kind of sense of humor and therefore are my worshipers.”
James knew he probably looked like someone had smacked him in the back of the head with a board. “Damn,” he whispered, staring at Quinn with quite a bit more respect. He frowned suddenly, forehead wrinkled in confusion. “If you’re that powerful, could you do anything you wanted, or have anyone you wanted?”
The pale god shrugged, looking away “I thought that way in the beginning, but pushing mortals around got boring pretty fast, and I learned pretty quickly that I had to be extremely careful about who I trusted.” He looked back at the mortal with a sad smile. “My entire existence is dedicated to keeping myself amused. When I’m bored or depressed, bad things happen.” He sighed and let his head fall back so he was staring at the arched ceiling far above. “I also found out that being with someone whose one hundred percent willing was far more fun. So, I may offer a mild bribe, use a bit of seduction, which I admit I’m woefully out of practice at, but I don’t try to force anyone into my bed. If they say no, and after a little persuasion still say no, I back off.” He snorted. “One of the reasons I stopped spending so much time with mortals is the fact that every time I tried interacting with one, or thought one was interesting enough to invite into my bed, all they did was grovel. It got really annoying after awhile.”
James grunted. “I’m mortal and I’m not groveling.”
Dark red lips stretched into a wicked smile. “I know. That’s another reason why I like you so much. You’re made of far stronger stuff than most mortals.”
Title: The Trickster: The Lost Chapter 2/?
Author: Kris Ice AKA Wknightmare (Waking Nightmare)
Rating: PG-13 for subject matter
Warnings: None
Summery: More discussion, the secret of Quinn's power and some secrets of his past, one of James' secrets and some blatent attempts at seduction.
James stared in shock. Even though he suspected it, he never expected Quinn to confirm it. “Um…”
The pale god snickered, not looking up. “You really shouldn’t be so surprised. Perhaps it’s a bit narcissistic of me, but you remind me so much of myself.” His dark red lips curled into a wry smile. “And yet, you’re nothing like me. You’ve got such a pure heart compared to me. You may not have always been a nice guy, but you don’t like hurting people.”
“And you do?”
Quinn’s lips stretched into a wicked smirk. “On occasion.”
The blond studied him for a moment, before deciding to change to subject. “I enjoyed that kiss.”
“I know.” Finally, the depthless amber eyes rose to meet troubled blue. “You human worry too much about your sexuality. Why can’t you just accept that something feels good?”
James shrugged, looking a bit uncomfortable. “It comes from a lifetime of being told it’s something extremely disgusting and a capital sin.”
Quinn pursed his lips with a thought full look on his face. “That’s right; your parents are Catholic, aren’t they?”
The mortal crossed his arms, squirming. He might have been the most approachable of the Rogues besides Piper, but he very rarely talked about his childhood. At least not about what happened behind the scenes. “Yeah, they are.” He looked away, not wanting to talk about the family he hadn’t seen in years.
He could feel the weight of the god’s gaze as he tried to decide what he wanted to do. On one hand becoming Quinn’s high priest would give him some distinct advantages when dealing with the other Rogues or any supervillains who decided they wanted a piece of him after he came back to life. He looked back at the patiently waiting god. On the other hand, did he really want to have sex with a man? He was sure that was what the bi-color haired god had been implying when he said the kiss was just “the preliminaries.”
Quinn waited, watching the internal struggle that was clearly written on the blond’s face. He wanted this man, wanted him more than he’d wanted anything before, but this time he couldn’t trick the person into giving him what he wanted. James had to come to him of his own Free Will. Even if this one time was all that he’d every have with the beautiful man, he’d treasure the memory for the rest of eternity.
“Have you ever…” James looked away blushing. It was a stupid question. Quinn must have been around practically as long as mankind has existed. Of course the god had sex with men before. He certainly seemed to know what he wanted from the blond.
“Yes,” the pale god answered, deciding to be completely candid. “I’ve slept with a god and a goddess recently, and slept with many more in my youth.” He gave James a humorless, wry smile. “It’s rather difficult finding a decent partner when one happens to be one of the strongest gods out there. Not to mention that I’ve become a lot more… choosy with my partners after discovering nearly all potential partners want something from me and feel seduction is the best way to get it. Especially since they’ve figured out that I’ll never pick between good and evil.”
The taller one blinked in surprise, staring at the seated god. “One of the most powerful…?”
Quinn snickered at the look on James’ face. “Yep.” He stretched for a long moment reveling in the feel of intense blue eyes sliding down his lanky form. He smirked as the mortal’s eyes met his, another blush darkening the blond’s fair skin. “I’m one of the oldest gods,” he began, leaning back with his legs spread. “You see, a very, very long time ago, a bunch of gods and goddesses got together and decided that there had to be some rules about how we interacted with humans. Until that time, the gods had directly interfered for their humans which of course led to the gods fighting each other and that led to horrible natural disasters or huge death tolls among the mortal worshipers. Anyway, to make a long story short, most of them decided to go with priests and/or priestesses, prayers, rituals, temples, and a bunch of boring shit. I took a much simpler and easier route.” He smirked again, resting his arms on the arms of the chair as he slid down a bit, letting his legs fall open a bit further. “Every laugh, every joke is a prayer to me. Practical jokes are my rituals, the more complex the joke the better. Carnivals, circuses, party houses, and such are temples in my honor.” He paused for a moment to let it all sink in. “Most of a god’s power comes from his worshipers.” He grinned. “Every self-aware being out there has some kind of sense of humor and therefore are my worshipers.”
James knew he probably looked like someone had smacked him in the back of the head with a board. “Damn,” he whispered, staring at Quinn with quite a bit more respect. He frowned suddenly, forehead wrinkled in confusion. “If you’re that powerful, could you do anything you wanted, or have anyone you wanted?”
The pale god shrugged, looking away “I thought that way in the beginning, but pushing mortals around got boring pretty fast, and I learned pretty quickly that I had to be extremely careful about who I trusted.” He looked back at the mortal with a sad smile. “My entire existence is dedicated to keeping myself amused. When I’m bored or depressed, bad things happen.” He sighed and let his head fall back so he was staring at the arched ceiling far above. “I also found out that being with someone whose one hundred percent willing was far more fun. So, I may offer a mild bribe, use a bit of seduction, which I admit I’m woefully out of practice at, but I don’t try to force anyone into my bed. If they say no, and after a little persuasion still say no, I back off.” He snorted. “One of the reasons I stopped spending so much time with mortals is the fact that every time I tried interacting with one, or thought one was interesting enough to invite into my bed, all they did was grovel. It got really annoying after awhile.”
James grunted. “I’m mortal and I’m not groveling.”
Dark red lips stretched into a wicked smile. “I know. That’s another reason why I like you so much. You’re made of far stronger stuff than most mortals.”