Pillow talk
Author: sleepyheadset (c'est moi)
Fandom: Blade 1 & 2
Pairing: ScudxDeacon
Rating: K, I guess
Summary: Just a short something because I was in the mood for it. Unbeta'd, of course.
“Do you miss the sun?”
As they lay on Deacon's bed, sheets and pillows torn or thrown across the room, Scud's mind begins to wander. Deacon usually isn't a very talkative person and he likes to share his life story even the less, but the afterglow of what must have been their third round in that still young night makes the seasoned vampire a little less buttoned-up and a little more nostalgic.
He lazily runs his fingers through the tousled hair of his favorite and apparently only pet. Scud smells good, like endorphins and something sweet. Probably the last remains of all the weed the human consumed before Deacon picked him up and took him home.
“Sometimes. She hurts me now, so there is nothing to miss.”
Scud sighs and a hand reaches up to rub over his sleepy eyes.
“I don't miss the sun.”
“You're not a vampire”, Deacon states amused. “Why would you?”
Scud turns his head a little, so he could glance up at his master through strands of his as brown as oak hair. The first weeks Deacon always told him to cut it because Scud looked filthy and like a junkie. Now he got accustomed to it and even found some use for it during their more intimate moments. His pet could moan so sweetly every time he deliberately grabbed a fistful of that silky mess.
Blue trusting eyes lock with his and if Deacon's heart still beat steadily, it would now have wrenched.
“I'm with you and I belong to you. The sun hurts you, so she hurts me, too. Kinda easy, ain't it?”
Deacon's face slips just for a second and the corners of his pale lips curl in a loving smile, but he quickly catches himself and returns to his usual stern expression. Just that he wasn't fast enough for Scud not to see it and smile in return.
Fandom: Blade 1 & 2
Pairing: ScudxDeacon
Rating: K, I guess
Summary: Just a short something because I was in the mood for it. Unbeta'd, of course.
“Do you miss the sun?”
As they lay on Deacon's bed, sheets and pillows torn or thrown across the room, Scud's mind begins to wander. Deacon usually isn't a very talkative person and he likes to share his life story even the less, but the afterglow of what must have been their third round in that still young night makes the seasoned vampire a little less buttoned-up and a little more nostalgic.
He lazily runs his fingers through the tousled hair of his favorite and apparently only pet. Scud smells good, like endorphins and something sweet. Probably the last remains of all the weed the human consumed before Deacon picked him up and took him home.
“Sometimes. She hurts me now, so there is nothing to miss.”
Scud sighs and a hand reaches up to rub over his sleepy eyes.
“I don't miss the sun.”
“You're not a vampire”, Deacon states amused. “Why would you?”
Scud turns his head a little, so he could glance up at his master through strands of his as brown as oak hair. The first weeks Deacon always told him to cut it because Scud looked filthy and like a junkie. Now he got accustomed to it and even found some use for it during their more intimate moments. His pet could moan so sweetly every time he deliberately grabbed a fistful of that silky mess.
Blue trusting eyes lock with his and if Deacon's heart still beat steadily, it would now have wrenched.
“I'm with you and I belong to you. The sun hurts you, so she hurts me, too. Kinda easy, ain't it?”
Deacon's face slips just for a second and the corners of his pale lips curl in a loving smile, but he quickly catches himself and returns to his usual stern expression. Just that he wasn't fast enough for Scud not to see it and smile in return.