Fic: Lucky Day (Xigbar/Xaldin AU, NC-17)
Not for a challenge. Just for fun. Because laylah and maho_kiwi have convinced me that posting my shameless stupid AUs might be okay.
This is the Welsh Sheepfarming AU. ...Because it is my for-fun vaguely-rural AU, and I know hardly anything about Wales, um, it's probably highly inaccurate. I really don't care. :D
Lucky Day
Xigbar makes a bargain.
Kingdom Hearts 2, Xigbar/Xaldin, Welsh Sheepfarming AU. 650 words.
NC-17/MA/Not Worksafe for sex.
Xigbar had just taken the copper kettle off the heat for his breakfast tea when he heard Sniper baying in the yard. He sighed, put down his mug, and went to the window. Sure enough, the sheriff was rounding the corner, ignoring Sniper barking at his heels.
At the split in the path between Xigbar's house and his shed, the sheriff went left. "Hell," Xigbar said, and pulled on a shirt to chase him out into the yard.
He made it to the shed just before the sheriff and his dog, and interposed himself between them. "Would you like to explain what you're doing on my property, Xaldin?"
Xaldin didn't flinch at the unabashed use of his name rather than his title. "Not especially."
"S'my property. You got no rights here without evidence."
"I've got a reliable report of poaching from you, Xigbar," Xaldin said. "Pheasants and deer on the king's land. Plenty of evidence to lock you up for a while."
"Liar."
"Demyx squealed like a rabbit in a trap."
Xigbar narrowed his eyes. "Liar. The kid's no rat."
The sheriff's smile said that Xigbar couldn't prove that either. He shouldered his way past.
"Hold!" Xigbar shouted, and Sniper bit at Xaldin's pantleg, but Xaldin kicked him free and elbowed into the shed. Xigbar followed with a sigh.
He'd cleaned the deer and brace of pheasants, but hadn't butchered them yet. Meat was better hung a few days, after all. Xaldin folded his arms with a smile of satisfaction. "I see we've found our poacher."
"To hell with you," Xigbar said. "I ain't going to any English jail."
"Then the way I see it," Xaldin said, "you've got two choices. You can run and hope for the best. Or you can convince me not to take you in."
Xigbar curled his lip. "To hell with you," he repeated.
"Choose quickly."
Xigbar eyed him for a long moment in the dim light of the shed. Xaldin's smile widened a fraction, and then he gave an elaborate careless shrug and headed for the door.
Xigbar checked his progress, caught his shoulders, and banged him against the boards of the shed wall. Xaldin's smirk turned triumphant. Xigbar unbuttoned his pants hard enough to nearly pop the button clear off and jammed his hand in to squeeze him rough. "I'm glad to see you've come around," Xaldin said.
"Fuck you." Xigbar forced his pants down further and he forced his thigh between Xaldin's to rub against his balls. He jerked him off fast and hard, knowing his nails were too rough and not really caring.
"Take your time," Xaldin said. "Too fast, and I might forget I was going to let you go."
Xigbar leaned forward and bit him, hard, on the collarbone at the same time he put more pressure between his thighs. "You know you like it, sheriff."
Xaldin caught his wrist in a grip strong enough to leave bruises. Persistent bruises. "Do what I say, or you'll regret it."
Xigbar laughed, and slowed down, until Xaldin hissed between his teeth and rocked his hips into Xigbar's grip, and then came, hot across the back of Xigbar's hand. He wiped it on a bit of canvas.
"You're too entertaining to send away just yet," Xaldin said. "So this is your lucky day."
Xigbar let him get three steps toward the door before he swept his rifle off its hook and cocked it. "You don't think you're getting away without getting me off, do you?" He wasn't even aiming at Xaldin -- shooting a sheriff was more trouble than even he could squirm out of -- but Xaldin didn't have to know that.
Xaldin didn't turn around, but he began to laugh. "How foolish of me."
Not that it was any great surprise, Xigbar thought as he pushed Xaldin to his knees. This was the fifth damn time they'd played this game.
This is the Welsh Sheepfarming AU. ...Because it is my for-fun vaguely-rural AU, and I know hardly anything about Wales, um, it's probably highly inaccurate. I really don't care. :D
Lucky Day
Xigbar makes a bargain.
Kingdom Hearts 2, Xigbar/Xaldin, Welsh Sheepfarming AU. 650 words.
NC-17/MA/Not Worksafe for sex.
Xigbar had just taken the copper kettle off the heat for his breakfast tea when he heard Sniper baying in the yard. He sighed, put down his mug, and went to the window. Sure enough, the sheriff was rounding the corner, ignoring Sniper barking at his heels.
At the split in the path between Xigbar's house and his shed, the sheriff went left. "Hell," Xigbar said, and pulled on a shirt to chase him out into the yard.
He made it to the shed just before the sheriff and his dog, and interposed himself between them. "Would you like to explain what you're doing on my property, Xaldin?"
Xaldin didn't flinch at the unabashed use of his name rather than his title. "Not especially."
"S'my property. You got no rights here without evidence."
"I've got a reliable report of poaching from you, Xigbar," Xaldin said. "Pheasants and deer on the king's land. Plenty of evidence to lock you up for a while."
"Liar."
"Demyx squealed like a rabbit in a trap."
Xigbar narrowed his eyes. "Liar. The kid's no rat."
The sheriff's smile said that Xigbar couldn't prove that either. He shouldered his way past.
"Hold!" Xigbar shouted, and Sniper bit at Xaldin's pantleg, but Xaldin kicked him free and elbowed into the shed. Xigbar followed with a sigh.
He'd cleaned the deer and brace of pheasants, but hadn't butchered them yet. Meat was better hung a few days, after all. Xaldin folded his arms with a smile of satisfaction. "I see we've found our poacher."
"To hell with you," Xigbar said. "I ain't going to any English jail."
"Then the way I see it," Xaldin said, "you've got two choices. You can run and hope for the best. Or you can convince me not to take you in."
Xigbar curled his lip. "To hell with you," he repeated.
"Choose quickly."
Xigbar eyed him for a long moment in the dim light of the shed. Xaldin's smile widened a fraction, and then he gave an elaborate careless shrug and headed for the door.
Xigbar checked his progress, caught his shoulders, and banged him against the boards of the shed wall. Xaldin's smirk turned triumphant. Xigbar unbuttoned his pants hard enough to nearly pop the button clear off and jammed his hand in to squeeze him rough. "I'm glad to see you've come around," Xaldin said.
"Fuck you." Xigbar forced his pants down further and he forced his thigh between Xaldin's to rub against his balls. He jerked him off fast and hard, knowing his nails were too rough and not really caring.
"Take your time," Xaldin said. "Too fast, and I might forget I was going to let you go."
Xigbar leaned forward and bit him, hard, on the collarbone at the same time he put more pressure between his thighs. "You know you like it, sheriff."
Xaldin caught his wrist in a grip strong enough to leave bruises. Persistent bruises. "Do what I say, or you'll regret it."
Xigbar laughed, and slowed down, until Xaldin hissed between his teeth and rocked his hips into Xigbar's grip, and then came, hot across the back of Xigbar's hand. He wiped it on a bit of canvas.
"You're too entertaining to send away just yet," Xaldin said. "So this is your lucky day."
Xigbar let him get three steps toward the door before he swept his rifle off its hook and cocked it. "You don't think you're getting away without getting me off, do you?" He wasn't even aiming at Xaldin -- shooting a sheriff was more trouble than even he could squirm out of -- but Xaldin didn't have to know that.
Xaldin didn't turn around, but he began to laugh. "How foolish of me."
Not that it was any great surprise, Xigbar thought as he pushed Xaldin to his knees. This was the fifth damn time they'd played this game.