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Title: Full Circle
Pairing: DW/KU
Rating: PG-13 to R
Warning: Slash. Not true. No offence intended.
Summary: “I’m here to seduce you.” Dave just looked at Karl blankly. “Yeah, mate, good luck with that. It might go better if I weren’t busy trying to re-inflate the doorknob shaped impression in my spine.”
Author’s Note: Follows Snap and Penance, although all three are fairly independent.
Dave was halfway through makeup before he noticed the yellow scrap of paper tucked into the bottom left corner of his mirror -- his name etched in bold, heavy strokes, the black ink contrasting with the neon brightness of the paper.
He reached out a hand for the note, wary, as though it would poison him. Or bite him. Wasn’t that what they were always yammering on about on those damn nature programs? That in nature, yellow on black meant: “Danger! Stay away!”
To Dave, danger meant Karl.
Dave waited until the makeup girl left before turning the scrap over, letting the sentence sear into his brain.
Next time, we both come.
***********
Dave unlocked the door to his apartment, happy to be home with a little daylight left, happy to be alone, happy to have made it through one more day of avoiding Karl.
Well, that wasn’t quite accurate. Happy was on holiday from Dave’s emotional repertoire. But tiredness was still there, and so was relief at finally making it to the sanctuary of his apartment. Relief that quickly followed happy to Bermuda or Ibiza or wherever-the-fuck-it-was positive emotions vacationed when he saw who was standing in his foyer.
“Karl.”
Dave was pretty sure he had more to say, that he wasn’t going to stop with that one syllable, but anything else was drowned out in a hiss of air as his back became rather forcibly acquainted with his front door.
Dave felt Karl’s lips near his ear, the warm breath tickling as Dave waited for Karl to make his move.
“I’m here to seduce you.”
Dave just looked at Karl blankly. “Yeah, mate, good luck with that. It might go better if I weren’t busy trying to re-inflate the doorknob shaped impression in my spine.”
************
Karl sat at the table, a mug cradled in his wide palms. He wasn’t sure how he had gotten here, someplace rather far from In His Element - and even farther from Upstairs In Bed - with nothing but a cup of tea to help him chip away at the ice coating Dave’s every gesture, frosting his every word. He could have at least had the decency to offer me a brew. He thought idly. I wonder if the ice would crack if I threw the tea on him?
“I want you to fuck me.” Karl mentally timed Dave’s transition from frostily polite to glacial. All right then, thought Karl. Guess that means we’ll be talking first.
“I don’t know what the fuck the other day was about, back in my trailer. I was too busy having my brain sucked out my dick to realize that little porn scene wasn’t about sex. At first I thought it was more payback, but since I seemed to be the only one enjoying myself, I realized that couldn’t be right.”
Karl wasn’t even going to pretend he didn’t enjoy watching Dave cringe every time he said something crude.
“And while I am certainly not complaining about the way you suck cock, I think you owe me an explanation for the hit-and-run grope session.”
Dave’s eyes stayed buried in his tea so long Karl wondered if he was seeking advice in the patterns of the leaves or steam or some other such bollocks. When he finally raised his head, the fading light from the kitchen window framed him, limning Dave in the red-gold of some Renaissance Madonna. But the look in Dave’s eyes caught Karl off guard -- this was beauty not soft and glowing but sharp and full of edges on which to cut himself. This was beauty fierce and terrible.
“I didn’t like you baiting me and assuming you could get away with it. I didn’t like losing control and fucking you as payback. And I didn’t like liking it so Goddamned much.”
“And the trailer?”
“An apology."
“I see.” Karl said slowly. And then he snorted. “But mostly I see that you’re a jackass."
Dave looked appropriately shocked.
You know what I liked? I liked when you fucked me up against that trailer. I liked feeling what you did to me every time I moved the next day. And I liked you on your knees in front of me. But I would have liked that more if you hadn’t ditched out on round two. I’m not a little girl, Dave. I don’t need hearts and flowers. I’d take your dick in my mouth any day over an apology. I certainly don’t need a pity fuck.”
Dave just kept blinking at Karl.
“Well, now that we have that cleared up, I guess I should say it again. I want you to fuck me.”
Slowly, the last of Dave's coldness melted and he grinned. The scrape of the chair legs on the wood floor was loud as he got up and leaned across the table so that his face almost touched Karl’s. For the first time Karl felt like he was in over his head, and he wanted to celebrate.
“Later. First I want you to fuck me.”
Pairing: DW/KU
Rating: PG-13 to R
Warning: Slash. Not true. No offence intended.
Summary: “I’m here to seduce you.” Dave just looked at Karl blankly. “Yeah, mate, good luck with that. It might go better if I weren’t busy trying to re-inflate the doorknob shaped impression in my spine.”
Author’s Note: Follows Snap and Penance, although all three are fairly independent.
Dave was halfway through makeup before he noticed the yellow scrap of paper tucked into the bottom left corner of his mirror -- his name etched in bold, heavy strokes, the black ink contrasting with the neon brightness of the paper.
He reached out a hand for the note, wary, as though it would poison him. Or bite him. Wasn’t that what they were always yammering on about on those damn nature programs? That in nature, yellow on black meant: “Danger! Stay away!”
To Dave, danger meant Karl.
Dave waited until the makeup girl left before turning the scrap over, letting the sentence sear into his brain.
Next time, we both come.
***********
Dave unlocked the door to his apartment, happy to be home with a little daylight left, happy to be alone, happy to have made it through one more day of avoiding Karl.
Well, that wasn’t quite accurate. Happy was on holiday from Dave’s emotional repertoire. But tiredness was still there, and so was relief at finally making it to the sanctuary of his apartment. Relief that quickly followed happy to Bermuda or Ibiza or wherever-the-fuck-it-was positive emotions vacationed when he saw who was standing in his foyer.
“Karl.”
Dave was pretty sure he had more to say, that he wasn’t going to stop with that one syllable, but anything else was drowned out in a hiss of air as his back became rather forcibly acquainted with his front door.
Dave felt Karl’s lips near his ear, the warm breath tickling as Dave waited for Karl to make his move.
“I’m here to seduce you.”
Dave just looked at Karl blankly. “Yeah, mate, good luck with that. It might go better if I weren’t busy trying to re-inflate the doorknob shaped impression in my spine.”
************
Karl sat at the table, a mug cradled in his wide palms. He wasn’t sure how he had gotten here, someplace rather far from In His Element - and even farther from Upstairs In Bed - with nothing but a cup of tea to help him chip away at the ice coating Dave’s every gesture, frosting his every word. He could have at least had the decency to offer me a brew. He thought idly. I wonder if the ice would crack if I threw the tea on him?
“I want you to fuck me.” Karl mentally timed Dave’s transition from frostily polite to glacial. All right then, thought Karl. Guess that means we’ll be talking first.
“I don’t know what the fuck the other day was about, back in my trailer. I was too busy having my brain sucked out my dick to realize that little porn scene wasn’t about sex. At first I thought it was more payback, but since I seemed to be the only one enjoying myself, I realized that couldn’t be right.”
Karl wasn’t even going to pretend he didn’t enjoy watching Dave cringe every time he said something crude.
“And while I am certainly not complaining about the way you suck cock, I think you owe me an explanation for the hit-and-run grope session.”
Dave’s eyes stayed buried in his tea so long Karl wondered if he was seeking advice in the patterns of the leaves or steam or some other such bollocks. When he finally raised his head, the fading light from the kitchen window framed him, limning Dave in the red-gold of some Renaissance Madonna. But the look in Dave’s eyes caught Karl off guard -- this was beauty not soft and glowing but sharp and full of edges on which to cut himself. This was beauty fierce and terrible.
“I didn’t like you baiting me and assuming you could get away with it. I didn’t like losing control and fucking you as payback. And I didn’t like liking it so Goddamned much.”
“And the trailer?”
“An apology."
“I see.” Karl said slowly. And then he snorted. “But mostly I see that you’re a jackass."
Dave looked appropriately shocked.
You know what I liked? I liked when you fucked me up against that trailer. I liked feeling what you did to me every time I moved the next day. And I liked you on your knees in front of me. But I would have liked that more if you hadn’t ditched out on round two. I’m not a little girl, Dave. I don’t need hearts and flowers. I’d take your dick in my mouth any day over an apology. I certainly don’t need a pity fuck.”
Dave just kept blinking at Karl.
“Well, now that we have that cleared up, I guess I should say it again. I want you to fuck me.”
Slowly, the last of Dave's coldness melted and he grinned. The scrape of the chair legs on the wood floor was loud as he got up and leaned across the table so that his face almost touched Karl’s. For the first time Karl felt like he was in over his head, and he wanted to celebrate.
“Later. First I want you to fuck me.”