5 Ways Cain Did Not Catch His Sister In Law With His Son
Character/Pairings: Cain/DG (mentioned) ... Jazz
Rating: PG?
Warnings/Spoilers: Only for the RP, and then, not really
Summary: Crack!Fic, it could be really horrible. I'd have no idea. I need sleep.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Tin Man 'verse. Nothing and no one. Because (at the moment) I'm playing only with the Sci-Fi original characters.
By:
transgenic_girl
with oh so lovely help from Miss_Lena_Lecter on AIM
Cain had been feeling restless in the Palace, what with DG being fitted for a new gown for an upcoming ball. He was a brave man, but even he did not tempt the fates (more than he needed to) and avoided the Royal Fitters while DG was terrorizing the seamstresses. He had learned that maneuver after his Intended punched out a tailor for attempting to measure her bust size without warning her.
So he thought to go for a ride, perhaps to patrol the outer proximity of the Palace Grounds. He had thought to ask his son along, thinking they could use the bonding time. But when he had gone looking for him, the other guards had told him that Jeb was out with his charge Princess Azkadellia. Working on her horsemanship one had said.
He was approaching the tack room door, which was oddly closed, when he heard it. The sound of heavy breathing and moaning echoed loudly in the near silent stable, pinning him in place in surprise. As Captain of Security he should knock on the door and interrupt them, the guards should know better than to sneak away with a sweetheart on the Palace Grounds. He raised one fist to begin pounding on the heavy wood door, but was stopped by what he heard next.
"Oh Gods, Jeb..." A female voice gasped.
Cain's eyes widened as he froze, his hand still up in the air. The voice sounded familiar, but due to the...altered state of the owner of said voice, he could not place it in a normal setting. But...his son was supposed to be watching over Azkadellia, why would he leave his post for some quick tryst in the stables? The boy should know better than that.
There were several sounds soon after, that Cain had never wanted to hear in conjunction with the thought of his son. And then his son's voice, groaning out something unintelligible. Whatever it was, it earned him a throaty laugh from his partner, who mumured something back.
As disturbing and uncomfortable as the situation was, Cain needed to confront his son about abandoning his charge. Did he even have any idea where the Princess he was assigned to was?
Jeb was the first one out of the door several minutes later, buttoning the last button on his shirt and grinning like a fool. His smile quickly dropped the second he caught sight of his father standing in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest. "Dad...hi."
Cain raised one eyebrow as he stared down his son. "Have a nice ride?"
The younger man in question turned several shades of red. Opening his mouth to no doubt stutter out some sort of explanation, he was cut off by a voice from behind him.
"Oh definitely," Az drawled out with a smirk, attempting to fix her hair. "Did you really have to pull out half the pins Jeb?" she pouted playfully as she stepped out of the tack room. Looking over, she smiled at the elder of the two men. "Hi Cain."
Rating: PG?
Warnings/Spoilers: Only for the RP, and then, not really
Summary: Crack!Fic, it could be really horrible. I'd have no idea. I need sleep.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Tin Man 'verse. Nothing and no one. Because (at the moment) I'm playing only with the Sci-Fi original characters.
By:
transgenic_girl
with oh so lovely help from Miss_Lena_Lecter on AIM
Cain had been feeling restless in the Palace, what with DG being fitted for a new gown for an upcoming ball. He was a brave man, but even he did not tempt the fates (more than he needed to) and avoided the Royal Fitters while DG was terrorizing the seamstresses. He had learned that maneuver after his Intended punched out a tailor for attempting to measure her bust size without warning her.
So he thought to go for a ride, perhaps to patrol the outer proximity of the Palace Grounds. He had thought to ask his son along, thinking they could use the bonding time. But when he had gone looking for him, the other guards had told him that Jeb was out with his charge Princess Azkadellia. Working on her horsemanship one had said.
He was approaching the tack room door, which was oddly closed, when he heard it. The sound of heavy breathing and moaning echoed loudly in the near silent stable, pinning him in place in surprise. As Captain of Security he should knock on the door and interrupt them, the guards should know better than to sneak away with a sweetheart on the Palace Grounds. He raised one fist to begin pounding on the heavy wood door, but was stopped by what he heard next.
"Oh Gods, Jeb..." A female voice gasped.
Cain's eyes widened as he froze, his hand still up in the air. The voice sounded familiar, but due to the...altered state of the owner of said voice, he could not place it in a normal setting. But...his son was supposed to be watching over Azkadellia, why would he leave his post for some quick tryst in the stables? The boy should know better than that.
There were several sounds soon after, that Cain had never wanted to hear in conjunction with the thought of his son. And then his son's voice, groaning out something unintelligible. Whatever it was, it earned him a throaty laugh from his partner, who mumured something back.
As disturbing and uncomfortable as the situation was, Cain needed to confront his son about abandoning his charge. Did he even have any idea where the Princess he was assigned to was?
Jeb was the first one out of the door several minutes later, buttoning the last button on his shirt and grinning like a fool. His smile quickly dropped the second he caught sight of his father standing in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest. "Dad...hi."
Cain raised one eyebrow as he stared down his son. "Have a nice ride?"
The younger man in question turned several shades of red. Opening his mouth to no doubt stutter out some sort of explanation, he was cut off by a voice from behind him.
"Oh definitely," Az drawled out with a smirk, attempting to fix her hair. "Did you really have to pull out half the pins Jeb?" she pouted playfully as she stepped out of the tack room. Looking over, she smiled at the elder of the two men. "Hi Cain."