DCU Fanfics
So...thanks to college I'm back into comic books and have rediscovered my love for Nightwing and Green Lantern Kyle Rayner. Which resulted in my ignoring of JRock and Marvel fics I should have been working on to write some about those two. Despite the fact that I haven't seriously read comic books with either of them in them for about 10 years (anime/manga are expensive!) I have pretty much read as many fics as I could with those two in them. Hopefully everyone's in character >_< Now I present the end results:
Title : Bath Time
Author : to-shiki
Genre : fluff
Series: none
Pairings : Guy/Kyle
Rating: PG only cuz of suggested sex and nakedness
Warnings: none
Summary : Kyle takes a bath, Guy takes him out of the bath
Disclaimer : If they were mine, then people wouldn't be so upset with whatever's going on with DCU
Author's Notes: I cant draw and had this stuck in my head all week so now it's in written form
Foregoing the ring, Guy simply took off his jacket and shirt, reached into the now luke-warm water and yanked the plug. While it was draining he grabbed one of his larger towels and laid one on the floor while a smaller one was draped over his arm. Once empty he kneeled down next to the tub and took a good look at what was within.
Inside was his fellow honor guard Kyle Rayner, fast asleep. And wrinkly.
“A’right, kid. Up you go.” Guy put one hand under Kyle’s knees and the other around his shoulders. Muscles stained just barely to life the wet dead weight out of the tub. Kyle’s head rolled over to bump Guy’s chest.
Kyle woke just enough from the movement to protest. “mmm, no. not done yet,” he mumbled into Guy’s bare chest.
“Yes, you are. You’ve been up here for nearly an hour.” Guy lowered the pathetically protesting man onto the large towel. Keeping him propped up with the arm behind his shoulders; he used the other to quickly rub him down.
A hand rose and feebly tried to knock Guy’s hand away. “didn’t finish,” came the late response. “gotta do my hair still.” With his face still buried against Guy it didn’t sound very convincing that he was going to be able to finish.
The drying paused. “That…was incredibly girly, Kyle.” He dropped the towel onto his partner’s chest and gently grabbed the back of the sleepy man’s head. He brought his nose close and cautiously gave it a sniff. He hadn’t forgotten Kyle’s earlier comment of ‘Ugh! I smell like you after a workout. I’m taking a shower to get rid of this stench. You fine to finish closing? Okay, later!’ Smug bastard had even stolen a kiss before leaving the rest of the cleaning to Guy.
Not being instantly repulsed he put his nose right against Kyle’s scalp and inhaled deeply. The grime and dirt from an early morning scuffle with the Sinestro Corps was gone. So was the sweat and sex left from the quickies they had shortly before opening and closing the bar. Moving down to sniff one upturned cheek revealed that even the beer that had been splashed onto his face by a disgruntled Lantern was scrubbed away.
It had all been replaced with the clean scent of soap and Kyle’s mountain spring shampoo. Underneath the oily odor of paints that just screamed Kyle could still be detected. “Nah, you got it.” He pulled the towel off and left it on the floor. “Which means it’s my turn so you’re going to bed, young man.” He tried to sound like a stern parent but couldn’t help adding, “Unless you wanna help me out.” His leer and eyebrow wiggle was wasted as evidenced by the snore escaping. “Well, damn." Since company in the shower was a no go, he lifted his slumbering partner and walked out of the bathroom. In no time he had Kyle snug under the covers and himself in the shower singing one of the Irish drinking songs Kyle taught him. Ten minutes later and he was clean, dry, and under the covers with Kyle’s back snug against his chest. With a sigh and a leg wedged in between Kyle’s he followed his lover to sleep. Both of their rings rested one on top of the other on the bedside table.
Title : Story Time
Author : to-shiki
Genre : fluff
Series: none
Pairings : Roy/Dick, Lian
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary : Story time for a little princess and her papa
Disclaimer : If they were mine, then people wouldn't be so upset with whatever's going on with DCU
Author's Notes: Let's just pretend that they could get married and only had to deal with the occasional lover's spats?
Story Time
Normally after an early night out patrolling the streets of New York Arsenal would go home, shower, and spend time with his little girl and husband (if he was done with his own patrol). Since Dick had the misfortune of breaking his wrist when the family had gone out to ice skate at the park, he knew for a fact that he was indeed home by now. Neither Arsenal nor their daughter let him out without supervision considering his reaction to painkillers.
Tonight, however, found him crouched on the window sill of his bedroom with a soft smile. There on the bed was his wounded bird and little girl. Lian was sitting with her back against the headboard and a huge book of fairy tales in her hands. The book was big enough to block out the bedside lamp’s light from hitting Dick’s face as he lay on his right side, left arm complete with cast over Lian’s lap in a sleepy hug. From the faint chuckle every now and again he knew that Dick wasn’t asleep yet.
It didn’t help that in the past 10 minutes of observing the two Lian had mixed together four different stories.
“And then the Little Mermaid married the Tin Solider. Then their daughter Thumb’lina-” A hand nudging her topped the interesting twist.
“Hey, sweetheart, why don’t you tell your daddy to come inside and close the window already? ‘S cold outside.”
Busted! Which means that Dick ‘forgot’ to take his meds again if he was this clear-minded. As Roy fully entered the bedroom he asked, “Did you take your painkillers Doc Leslie gave you, Robbie?”
Silence.
Lian put the book down, careful to avoid the cast, and pouted. “No, he didn’t, daddy!”
The guilty man shifted slowly to lie on his back. “Tattle-tale,” he grumbled. He attempted to use his puppy eyes on Roy as the hero began putting away his weapons. “I don’t want to take them. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. See?” He tried to demonstrate that he was fine by wiggling his fingers but couldn’t hold back the hiss of pain.
“Uh huh.” Roy’s look of disbelief was mirrored perfectly on Lian’s face. “And no name calling. Sets a bad example for our princess here.” Both father and daughter had learned quickly to ignore anything Dick said when it came to his health. The archer had it figured out a long time ago and was now glad that his daughter was here as back-up. “It didn’t hurt before because you still had the painkillers in your system, Boy Wonder.” Roy stripped down to just his pants, leaving the rest in a pile by the laundry basket for later. “Where they at?”
For about three seconds the fallen acrobat contemplated not saying anything. Then he received a glare from his husband and a kick in the side by Lian. A gentle kick but still enough to get her point across. “They’re in the bathroom in the cabinet,” he finally answered, letting out a frustrated, “it’s not that bad,” afterwards.
Roy made his way into the bathroom and emerged a half minute later with not only a huge white pill but glass of water as well. “Take it. Princess, make sure he does, please.” He handed off the pill and glass and ruffled his girl’s hair. “I’ll be back after I shower to put you two to bed properly,” he promised.
A quick shower later and he was dressed in sleep pants and shirt. Once again he paused to take in the scene before him, this time leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. Now Lian was curled up in Dick’s lap, his left arm cradled protectively across her chest. In his right hand he had the book propped open and was reading the correct version of The Little Mermaid. His cheek rested on top of her mop of black hair. Dropping eyelids half covered blue eyes as they roved over the pages.
“A little depressing for bedtime, wouldn’t you say?” Roy asked as he pushed away from the doorframe and sauntered over to the bed. He climbed up at the foot of the bed and crawled his way to them. Settling down next to Dick, he pulled his little girl over to rest on his right while Dick slouched against his left. Once all three were under the covers he took the book from his husband and prepared to continue.
“In three hundred years,” she said,” he read in as girly a voice he could manage, “I shall see eternity.”
“That time may come sooner,” her companions replied. “When we fly into the homes of human beings, we look for the children. If they have been good, a year is taken from the time we have to earn immortality. But if the children have behaved badly, then we cry-for an extra day is added to the three hundred years before we have our reward.”
“See, daddy?” a sleepy Lian said. “They get rewards that’re better than the punishments.” She snuggled down against her dad’s side smiling.
“Usually rewards are better than punishments, right Dick?” The hero received no response. Looking over found his husband sound asleep from the painkillers, head resting on Roy’s shoulder like it was the most comfortable pillow in the world.
Lian reached over and flipped through the pages while Roy wrapped his left arm around Dick’s shoulders, causing Dick’s head to land on his chest. “Read -yawn- this one, daddy.” She patted the page announcing the story to be The Emperor’s New Clothes. “It’s funny.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He knew that before the story was half-finished she’d be just as asleep as her papa. He placed a kiss on top of her head right where Dick’s cheek had been not five minutes before. Lian wiggled a little ‘til she was comfortable again, closing her eyes as her daddy began reading.
“A long time ago there lived an Emperor who was so vain that he spent hours every day changing his clothes and looking at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t interested in…”
The Little Mermaid, The Steadfast Tin Soldier, Thumbelina, and The Emperor’s New Clothes are property of Hans Christian Anderson. The book: The Classic Treasury of Hans Christian Anderson, Illustrated by Christian Birmingham, Retold by Margaret Clark, 2002
Title : Bed Time
Author : to-shiki
Genre : fluff
Series: none
Pairings : Hal/Kyle/Guy
Rating: PG for nakedness and hinted sexytimes
Warnings: none
Summary : The guys spend a day with each other, then go to bed
Disclaimer : If they were mine, then people wouldn't be so upset with whatever's going on with DCU
Author's Notes: it's more about awake time but eh, whatever
Bed Time
Today was one of those days were the bad guys were easily taken care of before breakfast was over. Kyle got all of his assignments in and his boss liked them so much she gave him a bonus. And her private cell phone number. Both he and Guy were on leave with Kilowog’s promise that he’d make sure that neither of them would be called in unless the universe was in peril (and even then he’d call them in towards the end). All of Hal’s test flights went off perfectly and he was given the rest of the day off.
It was even a bright sunny day with a scattering of clouds. Birds were chirping and kids were out playing. Everyone at the coffee shop Kyle frequented were polite, customers included. Guy had a few words for what he felt about all that.
“Some shit’s going to hit the fan. Soon.”
Lunch passed quieter than breakfast with nothing more serious than a purse-snatching. That ended quickly by Guy sticking out his foot as the thief ran by and Hal grabbing the purse and giving it back to the woman. Kyle had merely watched it all with a smirk and commented, “My heroes,” in a decent mimic of the woman’s voice.
They waited anxiously all day as they went about running errands and getting mundane chores done to pass the time. By the time dinner came and passed they finally allowed themselves to breathe easy.
The rest of time after the evening meal was spent relaxing in front of the TV. Guy and Hal were fighting over watching a football game and the History Channel special on airplanes. Rings were used in creative ways, for them, to steal the remote from each other. Kyle amused himself by drawing caricatures of Guy throwing football shaped missiles at Hal who was attacking him in one of the various old planes they had shown before Guy got the controller back.
He had his back leaning against Hal’s chest. His legs were thrown over Guy’s lap to give him a better angle to balance his sketchbook. Hal sat with his back to the armrest of the couch and his left leg wedged between the couch and Kyle’s body, his foot against Guy’s side. His left arm was wrapped around the artist’s upper chest loosely, the right around his waist. On the other side of Kyle, Guy sat with his back against the couch, right hand on Kyle’s knee and left guarding the controller.
Evening turned to night, marked only by the sharing of beer bottles, changing of programs, and half a sketchbook filled to remember the events. By the time the infomercials were on nearly every channel Kyle’s head was drooping and Hal had his head leaning back in what would soon be a painful angle. Guy had already dropped the controller after his brain had been numbed by yet another product for getting ripped abs.
It took a bit more effort than he wanted but Kyle was finally able to maneuver himself into a sitting position, jerking both of his lovers awake. “I’m going to bed,” he announced as he slapped his sketchbook shut and slid the pencil behind his ear. He stood and stretched causing his shirt to ride up to reveal his own set of ripped abs. He looked back and forth at the other two. “You gonna join me?”
The two on the couch exchanged a quick glance to the man on TV droning on then to each other. Matching evil smirks warned Kyle that he wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon. With the press of a button the TV was off and Kyle was leading the two on a merry chase through Hal’s house.
It took less than three minutes for them to corner him in the kitchen. Both had wanted to do so without the rings to make it more rewarding for capturing their prey. Hal was in front of Kyle to distract him long enough for Guy to sneak up behind and grab the artist. A quick tug and the bending of the knees brought Kyle over Guy’s shoulder to be carried off to the bedroom. Hal followed closely behind already stripping Kyle of his shirt and pencil.
~*~
A couple hours later (it had been a very suspenseful day, after all) had them all passed out on the bed, sheets barely covering their naked bodies. Guy was on his back snoring softly, right arm flung out to the side, left curled over his stomach. The fingers were barely touching Kyle’s right arm. To his right, head cutting off the circulation to his arm lay Kyle on his side. His right arm resting over Guy’s heart and leg shoved between Guy’s. His poor left arm was trapped between their bodies. Behind him Hal had his right arm around Kyle’s waist while the left acted as a pillow. The two were plastered together from shoulders to hips.
Dawn was just begun to lighten the sky. Sunlight crept slowly along the floor until it reached the edge of the bed. Inch by inch it brightened the room, reflecting off the white sheets covering the bed. Just as it started warming the room and heating bare flesh a green construct of a French maid snapped the curtains shut. The occupants of said bed grumbled and groaned as positions were shifted. No one wanted to get up and with the sun now blocked they had a good two hours or so before any of them were needed.
Also, is Kyle a righty, lefty, or ambi?
Title : Bath Time
Author : to-shiki
Genre : fluff
Series: none
Pairings : Guy/Kyle
Rating: PG only cuz of suggested sex and nakedness
Warnings: none
Summary : Kyle takes a bath, Guy takes him out of the bath
Disclaimer : If they were mine, then people wouldn't be so upset with whatever's going on with DCU
Author's Notes: I cant draw and had this stuck in my head all week so now it's in written form
Foregoing the ring, Guy simply took off his jacket and shirt, reached into the now luke-warm water and yanked the plug. While it was draining he grabbed one of his larger towels and laid one on the floor while a smaller one was draped over his arm. Once empty he kneeled down next to the tub and took a good look at what was within.
Inside was his fellow honor guard Kyle Rayner, fast asleep. And wrinkly.
“A’right, kid. Up you go.” Guy put one hand under Kyle’s knees and the other around his shoulders. Muscles stained just barely to life the wet dead weight out of the tub. Kyle’s head rolled over to bump Guy’s chest.
Kyle woke just enough from the movement to protest. “mmm, no. not done yet,” he mumbled into Guy’s bare chest.
“Yes, you are. You’ve been up here for nearly an hour.” Guy lowered the pathetically protesting man onto the large towel. Keeping him propped up with the arm behind his shoulders; he used the other to quickly rub him down.
A hand rose and feebly tried to knock Guy’s hand away. “didn’t finish,” came the late response. “gotta do my hair still.” With his face still buried against Guy it didn’t sound very convincing that he was going to be able to finish.
The drying paused. “That…was incredibly girly, Kyle.” He dropped the towel onto his partner’s chest and gently grabbed the back of the sleepy man’s head. He brought his nose close and cautiously gave it a sniff. He hadn’t forgotten Kyle’s earlier comment of ‘Ugh! I smell like you after a workout. I’m taking a shower to get rid of this stench. You fine to finish closing? Okay, later!’ Smug bastard had even stolen a kiss before leaving the rest of the cleaning to Guy.
Not being instantly repulsed he put his nose right against Kyle’s scalp and inhaled deeply. The grime and dirt from an early morning scuffle with the Sinestro Corps was gone. So was the sweat and sex left from the quickies they had shortly before opening and closing the bar. Moving down to sniff one upturned cheek revealed that even the beer that had been splashed onto his face by a disgruntled Lantern was scrubbed away.
It had all been replaced with the clean scent of soap and Kyle’s mountain spring shampoo. Underneath the oily odor of paints that just screamed Kyle could still be detected. “Nah, you got it.” He pulled the towel off and left it on the floor. “Which means it’s my turn so you’re going to bed, young man.” He tried to sound like a stern parent but couldn’t help adding, “Unless you wanna help me out.” His leer and eyebrow wiggle was wasted as evidenced by the snore escaping. “Well, damn." Since company in the shower was a no go, he lifted his slumbering partner and walked out of the bathroom. In no time he had Kyle snug under the covers and himself in the shower singing one of the Irish drinking songs Kyle taught him. Ten minutes later and he was clean, dry, and under the covers with Kyle’s back snug against his chest. With a sigh and a leg wedged in between Kyle’s he followed his lover to sleep. Both of their rings rested one on top of the other on the bedside table.
Title : Story Time
Author : to-shiki
Genre : fluff
Series: none
Pairings : Roy/Dick, Lian
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary : Story time for a little princess and her papa
Disclaimer : If they were mine, then people wouldn't be so upset with whatever's going on with DCU
Author's Notes: Let's just pretend that they could get married and only had to deal with the occasional lover's spats?
Story Time
Normally after an early night out patrolling the streets of New York Arsenal would go home, shower, and spend time with his little girl and husband (if he was done with his own patrol). Since Dick had the misfortune of breaking his wrist when the family had gone out to ice skate at the park, he knew for a fact that he was indeed home by now. Neither Arsenal nor their daughter let him out without supervision considering his reaction to painkillers.
Tonight, however, found him crouched on the window sill of his bedroom with a soft smile. There on the bed was his wounded bird and little girl. Lian was sitting with her back against the headboard and a huge book of fairy tales in her hands. The book was big enough to block out the bedside lamp’s light from hitting Dick’s face as he lay on his right side, left arm complete with cast over Lian’s lap in a sleepy hug. From the faint chuckle every now and again he knew that Dick wasn’t asleep yet.
It didn’t help that in the past 10 minutes of observing the two Lian had mixed together four different stories.
“And then the Little Mermaid married the Tin Solider. Then their daughter Thumb’lina-” A hand nudging her topped the interesting twist.
“Hey, sweetheart, why don’t you tell your daddy to come inside and close the window already? ‘S cold outside.”
Busted! Which means that Dick ‘forgot’ to take his meds again if he was this clear-minded. As Roy fully entered the bedroom he asked, “Did you take your painkillers Doc Leslie gave you, Robbie?”
Silence.
Lian put the book down, careful to avoid the cast, and pouted. “No, he didn’t, daddy!”
The guilty man shifted slowly to lie on his back. “Tattle-tale,” he grumbled. He attempted to use his puppy eyes on Roy as the hero began putting away his weapons. “I don’t want to take them. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. See?” He tried to demonstrate that he was fine by wiggling his fingers but couldn’t hold back the hiss of pain.
“Uh huh.” Roy’s look of disbelief was mirrored perfectly on Lian’s face. “And no name calling. Sets a bad example for our princess here.” Both father and daughter had learned quickly to ignore anything Dick said when it came to his health. The archer had it figured out a long time ago and was now glad that his daughter was here as back-up. “It didn’t hurt before because you still had the painkillers in your system, Boy Wonder.” Roy stripped down to just his pants, leaving the rest in a pile by the laundry basket for later. “Where they at?”
For about three seconds the fallen acrobat contemplated not saying anything. Then he received a glare from his husband and a kick in the side by Lian. A gentle kick but still enough to get her point across. “They’re in the bathroom in the cabinet,” he finally answered, letting out a frustrated, “it’s not that bad,” afterwards.
Roy made his way into the bathroom and emerged a half minute later with not only a huge white pill but glass of water as well. “Take it. Princess, make sure he does, please.” He handed off the pill and glass and ruffled his girl’s hair. “I’ll be back after I shower to put you two to bed properly,” he promised.
A quick shower later and he was dressed in sleep pants and shirt. Once again he paused to take in the scene before him, this time leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. Now Lian was curled up in Dick’s lap, his left arm cradled protectively across her chest. In his right hand he had the book propped open and was reading the correct version of The Little Mermaid. His cheek rested on top of her mop of black hair. Dropping eyelids half covered blue eyes as they roved over the pages.
“A little depressing for bedtime, wouldn’t you say?” Roy asked as he pushed away from the doorframe and sauntered over to the bed. He climbed up at the foot of the bed and crawled his way to them. Settling down next to Dick, he pulled his little girl over to rest on his right while Dick slouched against his left. Once all three were under the covers he took the book from his husband and prepared to continue.
“In three hundred years,” she said,” he read in as girly a voice he could manage, “I shall see eternity.”
“That time may come sooner,” her companions replied. “When we fly into the homes of human beings, we look for the children. If they have been good, a year is taken from the time we have to earn immortality. But if the children have behaved badly, then we cry-for an extra day is added to the three hundred years before we have our reward.”
“See, daddy?” a sleepy Lian said. “They get rewards that’re better than the punishments.” She snuggled down against her dad’s side smiling.
“Usually rewards are better than punishments, right Dick?” The hero received no response. Looking over found his husband sound asleep from the painkillers, head resting on Roy’s shoulder like it was the most comfortable pillow in the world.
Lian reached over and flipped through the pages while Roy wrapped his left arm around Dick’s shoulders, causing Dick’s head to land on his chest. “Read -yawn- this one, daddy.” She patted the page announcing the story to be The Emperor’s New Clothes. “It’s funny.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He knew that before the story was half-finished she’d be just as asleep as her papa. He placed a kiss on top of her head right where Dick’s cheek had been not five minutes before. Lian wiggled a little ‘til she was comfortable again, closing her eyes as her daddy began reading.
“A long time ago there lived an Emperor who was so vain that he spent hours every day changing his clothes and looking at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t interested in…”
The Little Mermaid, The Steadfast Tin Soldier, Thumbelina, and The Emperor’s New Clothes are property of Hans Christian Anderson. The book: The Classic Treasury of Hans Christian Anderson, Illustrated by Christian Birmingham, Retold by Margaret Clark, 2002
Title : Bed Time
Author : to-shiki
Genre : fluff
Series: none
Pairings : Hal/Kyle/Guy
Rating: PG for nakedness and hinted sexytimes
Warnings: none
Summary : The guys spend a day with each other, then go to bed
Disclaimer : If they were mine, then people wouldn't be so upset with whatever's going on with DCU
Author's Notes: it's more about awake time but eh, whatever
Bed Time
Today was one of those days were the bad guys were easily taken care of before breakfast was over. Kyle got all of his assignments in and his boss liked them so much she gave him a bonus. And her private cell phone number. Both he and Guy were on leave with Kilowog’s promise that he’d make sure that neither of them would be called in unless the universe was in peril (and even then he’d call them in towards the end). All of Hal’s test flights went off perfectly and he was given the rest of the day off.
It was even a bright sunny day with a scattering of clouds. Birds were chirping and kids were out playing. Everyone at the coffee shop Kyle frequented were polite, customers included. Guy had a few words for what he felt about all that.
“Some shit’s going to hit the fan. Soon.”
Lunch passed quieter than breakfast with nothing more serious than a purse-snatching. That ended quickly by Guy sticking out his foot as the thief ran by and Hal grabbing the purse and giving it back to the woman. Kyle had merely watched it all with a smirk and commented, “My heroes,” in a decent mimic of the woman’s voice.
They waited anxiously all day as they went about running errands and getting mundane chores done to pass the time. By the time dinner came and passed they finally allowed themselves to breathe easy.
The rest of time after the evening meal was spent relaxing in front of the TV. Guy and Hal were fighting over watching a football game and the History Channel special on airplanes. Rings were used in creative ways, for them, to steal the remote from each other. Kyle amused himself by drawing caricatures of Guy throwing football shaped missiles at Hal who was attacking him in one of the various old planes they had shown before Guy got the controller back.
He had his back leaning against Hal’s chest. His legs were thrown over Guy’s lap to give him a better angle to balance his sketchbook. Hal sat with his back to the armrest of the couch and his left leg wedged between the couch and Kyle’s body, his foot against Guy’s side. His left arm was wrapped around the artist’s upper chest loosely, the right around his waist. On the other side of Kyle, Guy sat with his back against the couch, right hand on Kyle’s knee and left guarding the controller.
Evening turned to night, marked only by the sharing of beer bottles, changing of programs, and half a sketchbook filled to remember the events. By the time the infomercials were on nearly every channel Kyle’s head was drooping and Hal had his head leaning back in what would soon be a painful angle. Guy had already dropped the controller after his brain had been numbed by yet another product for getting ripped abs.
It took a bit more effort than he wanted but Kyle was finally able to maneuver himself into a sitting position, jerking both of his lovers awake. “I’m going to bed,” he announced as he slapped his sketchbook shut and slid the pencil behind his ear. He stood and stretched causing his shirt to ride up to reveal his own set of ripped abs. He looked back and forth at the other two. “You gonna join me?”
The two on the couch exchanged a quick glance to the man on TV droning on then to each other. Matching evil smirks warned Kyle that he wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon. With the press of a button the TV was off and Kyle was leading the two on a merry chase through Hal’s house.
It took less than three minutes for them to corner him in the kitchen. Both had wanted to do so without the rings to make it more rewarding for capturing their prey. Hal was in front of Kyle to distract him long enough for Guy to sneak up behind and grab the artist. A quick tug and the bending of the knees brought Kyle over Guy’s shoulder to be carried off to the bedroom. Hal followed closely behind already stripping Kyle of his shirt and pencil.
~*~
A couple hours later (it had been a very suspenseful day, after all) had them all passed out on the bed, sheets barely covering their naked bodies. Guy was on his back snoring softly, right arm flung out to the side, left curled over his stomach. The fingers were barely touching Kyle’s right arm. To his right, head cutting off the circulation to his arm lay Kyle on his side. His right arm resting over Guy’s heart and leg shoved between Guy’s. His poor left arm was trapped between their bodies. Behind him Hal had his right arm around Kyle’s waist while the left acted as a pillow. The two were plastered together from shoulders to hips.
Dawn was just begun to lighten the sky. Sunlight crept slowly along the floor until it reached the edge of the bed. Inch by inch it brightened the room, reflecting off the white sheets covering the bed. Just as it started warming the room and heating bare flesh a green construct of a French maid snapped the curtains shut. The occupants of said bed grumbled and groaned as positions were shifted. No one wanted to get up and with the sun now blocked they had a good two hours or so before any of them were needed.
Also, is Kyle a righty, lefty, or ambi?