Dreamland (Mythklok Interstitial)
Title: Dreamland (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Curiosity seriously freaked out the cat
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing, and another thing
Notes: For those for whom this particular thing is, variously, an obsession or a squick, this is the closest I’m ever going to venture in this universe.
Swear to god I've almost got the next real chapter ready - it'll be up next week. Just proof that you never wanna tell a tiki not to GO THERE.
Sariel awoke to find himself clasped by many hands. Such was his lot in life. Although the bed was king sized (appropriately enough, as Ganesh was, these days, arguably acting as one) and thus had ample acreage for stretching out, the god never seemed to want more than a millimeter of space to come between himself and Sariel when they slept. Throughout the course of his existence, Sariel had, for the most part, shied from what he considered overmuch bodily contact, namely, the touching of any being at any point when sexual congress was not an imminent threat. However, one did have to make concessions. And so he had learned to accept one of Ganesh’s many arms draped around his shoulders when they would view DVDs in the evenings. It was not so bad, really. For one thing, the god had a slightly intoxicating, spicy smell, sort of like exotic spices, and a bit like those Indian cigarettes he occasioned. And Sariel did miss cigarettes.
The bedroom usually was not much of an issue, as, like most angels, Sariel tended to drop off to sleep with extreme rapidity, but only became annoying on the rare occasion, as tonight, that he roused and found himself entangled.
As he could not easily figure a way to slip out of Ganesh’s many grasps without waking the god, he quickly grew a bit bored and irritable, which probably explained why he ventured to try what he did next. Although it wasn’t terribly polite - actually, it was quite insufferably rude - angels have the ability to listen in to the dreams of others. Sariel and Raziel occasionally did this to each other, but they were, as angels go, rather impolite, especially where each other was concerned. Though he hadn’t tried this before, he decided it might serve as a diversion if he listened in on whatever Ganesh was currently dreaming about.
He soon found himself, oddly enough, back in bed, propped up, and in a strange, irritable mood. He felt, to be honest, a bit swollen and moody.
Suddenly Ganesh appeared, all solicitation, a tray of food in two of his many arms.
“Here you are, jaanu, the sardines and ice cream!” the god gushed, holding out the same before a startled Sariel.
“GANESH!” Sariel’s scream occurred back in the real world, and managed to rouse Ganesh with a start.
“Hrrrrngh?” asked the god.
“YOU MADE ME PREGNANT!”
Ganesh was now sitting up. Groggy, he pushed his hair out of his face. It quickly fell right back. “Uh. Oh, yes, that.” He smiled. “It’s nothing.”
“NOTHING?” Sariel, for his part, was not calmed down.
“Uh-huh," Ganesh said, stroking Sariel's hair. "I was probably worrying about you eating, and thinking about Lady Raziel, and it all got combined,” he muttered, mashing together two of his hands in demonstration.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST MAKE YOURSELF PREGNANT?”
“Well, I don’t know. Don’t want swollen ankles. And I need to preserve my lovely figure.” He laughed softly.
“THIS ISN’T FUNNY!”
“Jaanu, really, you know this isn’t physically possible, right?” Ganesh yawned. “Simple biology. And besides, how was it you saw my dream? Isn’t that considered a bit rude?”
“RUDE? RUDE IS GETTING ME KNOCKED UP!”
“It was only my subconscious. Shall we try and get back to sleep?”
“You need to watch your subconscious! It’s evil!”
“All right. All right now,” Ganesh soothed, tugging at Sariel with a number of hands. “What if I have a better dream for you, OK? I have some very nice dreams.”
“A nice dream?” said Sariel, reluctantly letting himself be tugged downwards.
“A very nice dream. Uh-huh.”
“What dream?”
“The dream I usually dream. A very nice dream.”
“What dream is that?” Sariel asked, letting himself be enfolded again.
“I come home,” Ganesh said, kissing Sariel’s neck. “And I find you in the shower….”
“Huh. That sounds promising.”
“Mmmm-hmmmm….”
“But your other dream? That’s not physically possible?”
“Mmm. No.”
“You’re sure?”
“Mmmm. Shower dream…?
“Yeah?”
Ganesh stretched and slightly tightened his grip, his voice quieted to a gentle whisper. “Might not be physically possible either….”
Sariel suddenly quieted.
And began to listen.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Curiosity seriously freaked out the cat
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing, and another thing
Notes: For those for whom this particular thing is, variously, an obsession or a squick, this is the closest I’m ever going to venture in this universe.
Swear to god I've almost got the next real chapter ready - it'll be up next week. Just proof that you never wanna tell a tiki not to GO THERE.
Sariel awoke to find himself clasped by many hands. Such was his lot in life. Although the bed was king sized (appropriately enough, as Ganesh was, these days, arguably acting as one) and thus had ample acreage for stretching out, the god never seemed to want more than a millimeter of space to come between himself and Sariel when they slept. Throughout the course of his existence, Sariel had, for the most part, shied from what he considered overmuch bodily contact, namely, the touching of any being at any point when sexual congress was not an imminent threat. However, one did have to make concessions. And so he had learned to accept one of Ganesh’s many arms draped around his shoulders when they would view DVDs in the evenings. It was not so bad, really. For one thing, the god had a slightly intoxicating, spicy smell, sort of like exotic spices, and a bit like those Indian cigarettes he occasioned. And Sariel did miss cigarettes.
The bedroom usually was not much of an issue, as, like most angels, Sariel tended to drop off to sleep with extreme rapidity, but only became annoying on the rare occasion, as tonight, that he roused and found himself entangled.
As he could not easily figure a way to slip out of Ganesh’s many grasps without waking the god, he quickly grew a bit bored and irritable, which probably explained why he ventured to try what he did next. Although it wasn’t terribly polite - actually, it was quite insufferably rude - angels have the ability to listen in to the dreams of others. Sariel and Raziel occasionally did this to each other, but they were, as angels go, rather impolite, especially where each other was concerned. Though he hadn’t tried this before, he decided it might serve as a diversion if he listened in on whatever Ganesh was currently dreaming about.
He soon found himself, oddly enough, back in bed, propped up, and in a strange, irritable mood. He felt, to be honest, a bit swollen and moody.
Suddenly Ganesh appeared, all solicitation, a tray of food in two of his many arms.
“Here you are, jaanu, the sardines and ice cream!” the god gushed, holding out the same before a startled Sariel.
“GANESH!” Sariel’s scream occurred back in the real world, and managed to rouse Ganesh with a start.
“Hrrrrngh?” asked the god.
“YOU MADE ME PREGNANT!”
Ganesh was now sitting up. Groggy, he pushed his hair out of his face. It quickly fell right back. “Uh. Oh, yes, that.” He smiled. “It’s nothing.”
“NOTHING?” Sariel, for his part, was not calmed down.
“Uh-huh," Ganesh said, stroking Sariel's hair. "I was probably worrying about you eating, and thinking about Lady Raziel, and it all got combined,” he muttered, mashing together two of his hands in demonstration.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST MAKE YOURSELF PREGNANT?”
“Well, I don’t know. Don’t want swollen ankles. And I need to preserve my lovely figure.” He laughed softly.
“THIS ISN’T FUNNY!”
“Jaanu, really, you know this isn’t physically possible, right?” Ganesh yawned. “Simple biology. And besides, how was it you saw my dream? Isn’t that considered a bit rude?”
“RUDE? RUDE IS GETTING ME KNOCKED UP!”
“It was only my subconscious. Shall we try and get back to sleep?”
“You need to watch your subconscious! It’s evil!”
“All right. All right now,” Ganesh soothed, tugging at Sariel with a number of hands. “What if I have a better dream for you, OK? I have some very nice dreams.”
“A nice dream?” said Sariel, reluctantly letting himself be tugged downwards.
“A very nice dream. Uh-huh.”
“What dream?”
“The dream I usually dream. A very nice dream.”
“What dream is that?” Sariel asked, letting himself be enfolded again.
“I come home,” Ganesh said, kissing Sariel’s neck. “And I find you in the shower….”
“Huh. That sounds promising.”
“Mmmm-hmmmm….”
“But your other dream? That’s not physically possible?”
“Mmm. No.”
“You’re sure?”
“Mmmm. Shower dream…?
“Yeah?”
Ganesh stretched and slightly tightened his grip, his voice quieted to a gentle whisper. “Might not be physically possible either….”
Sariel suddenly quieted.
And began to listen.