001. toast to the first fic post at a new journal, yeah? i have champagne.
For my Starfighter 50 themes table. *points* I use this here random number generator to pick which prompts to do, because I'm bad at making decisions, so these are not in any chronological or otherwise logical order, but I like to think they're in the same universe as each other.
But first off, let's start with a general disclaimer. Starfighter is the sole property of the amazing hamlet_machine. I'm just playing with her pretty toys. Alright? Alright. Let's get down to business, then, shall we?
theme: 003. fading away
pairing: cain/abel.
rating: r.
word count: 155.
summary: Cain's pretty much dead, but Able's too stupid to leave.
warnings: swearing, near-death. um, Cain?
There's another crash, more fire, more orders to retreat. Abel pulls at him, but he can't move.
"Come on, we have to go!" Abel yells.
"Fuck off," Cain tries to yell back, but he thinks it comes out as more of a whisper. He would be ashamed of his weakness or something, but there's kind of a metal pole sticking out of his chest, so he can't really give a shit at the moment.
"I'm not leaving you, you bastard."
Well, fucking dandy. They can die together, all romantic and shit. Like Juliet and that guy--what's his name? Whatever. Someone keeps yelling his name in a fucking obnoxious voice, like they hadn't noticed he was dying or something, and the last thing Cain remembers before waking up in the station's medical ward is that it's a fucking shame Abel's not wearing a dress to go with the occasion.
(Because he's obviously Juliet. Cain's… the guy.)
theme: 009. starlight
pairing: cain/abel.
rating: r.
word count: 231.
summary: Abel's a damn sap, but Cain doesn't mind as much as he should.
warnings: swearing, possible snuggling, cainlovesabelohyeshedoes.
"It's weird, because where I grew up, it was a city, so you could, like, never see the stars. But now, I'm… I'm in the stars. It's amazing."
Cain doesn't move, or even open his eyes, just snorts softly. "Abel, you're so fucking gay, sometimes it hurts."
Abel huffs, shoving a pillow in what he thinks is Cain's general direction, but he's too exhausted to turn his head to find out. "Says the guy who just… you know...."
"Had his dick inside of you?"
Abel blushes, but nods, hoping Cain can feel the movement against his back. "I just… I like the stars. And I don't really have anyone else up here who I can tell this kind of stuff to."
Cain finally moves, turning so that he's lying face to face with Abel. "And who said you could tell me?" he asks, but his voice his too soft, too sleepy, and Abel's embarrassed by how adorable he finds it. If Cain, sleepy or not, could read his mind, he'd be so dead by now.
Abel shrugs as much as he can, lying down. "I just did, didn't I?"
For a few quick seconds, Cain almost looks… fond. "Yeah, you did." Then it's gone, and there's a hand pulling him closer by the hair "Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep."
Abel feels more pleased than he should. "Okay."
theme: 040. meant no harm
pairing: cain/deimos.
rating: r.
word count: 224.
summary: Cain loves violence. Deimos loves Cain. And they don't live happily ever after. The end!
warnings: swearing, emotionally-retarded!cain, unhealthiness.
Cain likes to hurt people. It's fun and it's funny and he's really good at it, so why the fuck not, huh? But, physically, mind you. He doesn't go in for that head-game, psychology bullshit. A punch in the gut hurts well enough, and it's much easier to inflict. So, it's a hell of a shock when he makes Deimos cry without laying a single finger on him.
"What the fuck's with you?" he'd asked.
Apparently, he'd broken the kid's heart or something. Well, shit.
Cain''s fucked a lot of people, and from what he remembers, they'd cared as little for him as he had for them. None of them had followed him around or stared longingly or any of that.
So, he gets this great idea. He beats the shit out of Deimos, because obviously you're not going to love someone who beats the shit out of you, right?
Except, it doesn't work.
So he fucks someone else. In front of Deimos.
That doesn't work either.
It's not like he cares how the little bitch feels or anything. It's just, he doesn't know what else to do with him. In the end, Cain just sort of adopts Deimos. Like a pet, or a… houseplant. He waters him every so often, not very well and not very consistently, but it seems to be enough.
theme: 045. mountains
pairing: cain/abel.
rating: pg-13.
word count:157.
summary: Cain's not a hugger, but Abel needs a hug.
warnings: dead bodies, unpleasant bodily functions, traumatized!abel.
As soon as they land, Abel stumbles out of the ship and throws up. His body quakes and seizes for a few minutes and Cain watches on with only mild distaste. It is, after all, nothing compared to the state of everything else.
"How could--" Abel starts, but cuts off to be sick again.
There are bodies everywhere. Piled on top of each other in messy heaps. Just mountains upon mountains of the dead and nothing else. It's horrifying, but it's not the worst thing that Cain has seen, so he just stands there and listens to the soft sounds of retching.
When Abel finally calms, Cain slips an arm around his shoulders and pulls him back toward their ship. "Come on," he says quietly, "there's nothing else for a us to see here."
Abel shakes his head, trying to stand his own and not managing very well. "We have to look around, we have to see if there are any survivors."
"There aren't," Cain says, and it sounds awful even to his own ears.
"You don't know that, you don't know--"Abel tries to disguise his sob, but Cain sees right through it, and he takes Abel's wrists, holding them still. "Cain--Cain. They're--"
"I know."
Abel nearly collapses against him then, burying his head against his chest. Cain's not a hugger--not by a long-shot--but he doesn't complain. Just pulls him closer and whispers, "come on.
theme: 044. by my side.
pairing: cain/abel.
rating: r.
word count: 383.
summary: Cain can sleep next to Abel all he wants, but he doesn't own him.
warnings: swearing, vague sex, cainisasnuggler.
The sex is rough and dirty and without softly whispered declarations of love, but Cain always sleeps next to him afterwards. Sometimes even when they haven't fucked, Cain will just lie down on Abel's bed at the end of the day, like it's nothing, and that will be that.
After a few weeks of this, Abel almost lets himself fall under the delusion that it's some sort of muted expression of affection, but he still wants to know for sure.
"You're mine," Cain say casually, when he asks, like he's talking about what he'd had for breakfast. "I can do whatever I feel like with you. If I want to sleep in your bed, I'll sleep in your bed."
And, to Abel, that's much worse than sleeping alone.
"I'm not yours," he says, trying to shove Cain out of his bed. "Just because you bit me, just because you… fucked me. That doesn't mean I belong to you. Not anymore than you belong to me."
Cain doesn't budge, instead pushes Abel down onto his back and holds his wrists above his head. "It means whatever I say it means, and I say that it makes you my bitch." Abel's about to point out the absolute lack of sense that statement makes, but then Cain is kissing him and talking seems like the worst idea ever.
After a few mindless minutes, Cain finally pulls back. Abel is hard and breathless and trying to remember what he was so angry about.
"I'm not yours," he says.
"Shut-up."
Then there are hands reaching for the button of his pants, and he wants this, dammit, but there's a part of his brain that's still screaming that there's something else even more important.
"No," Abel says, shoving Cain away. "I'm not yours."
Cain grabs for him again as he pushes, and the result is the both of them toppling onto the floor in a heap. Abel wrestles himself on top, straddling Cain's lap, and there is definitely more of an argument to be had here, but then their clothes are gone and Cain's inside of him and it's so, so good, and he can't think properly.
A few hours later, Abel awakes to find himself still on the floor, exhausted and uncomfortable, with Cain's arm wrapped around him.
But first off, let's start with a general disclaimer. Starfighter is the sole property of the amazing hamlet_machine. I'm just playing with her pretty toys. Alright? Alright. Let's get down to business, then, shall we?
theme: 003. fading away
pairing: cain/abel.
rating: r.
word count: 155.
summary: Cain's pretty much dead, but Able's too stupid to leave.
warnings: swearing, near-death. um, Cain?
There's another crash, more fire, more orders to retreat. Abel pulls at him, but he can't move.
"Come on, we have to go!" Abel yells.
"Fuck off," Cain tries to yell back, but he thinks it comes out as more of a whisper. He would be ashamed of his weakness or something, but there's kind of a metal pole sticking out of his chest, so he can't really give a shit at the moment.
"I'm not leaving you, you bastard."
Well, fucking dandy. They can die together, all romantic and shit. Like Juliet and that guy--what's his name? Whatever. Someone keeps yelling his name in a fucking obnoxious voice, like they hadn't noticed he was dying or something, and the last thing Cain remembers before waking up in the station's medical ward is that it's a fucking shame Abel's not wearing a dress to go with the occasion.
(Because he's obviously Juliet. Cain's… the guy.)
theme: 009. starlight
pairing: cain/abel.
rating: r.
word count: 231.
summary: Abel's a damn sap, but Cain doesn't mind as much as he should.
warnings: swearing, possible snuggling, cainlovesabelohyeshedoes.
"It's weird, because where I grew up, it was a city, so you could, like, never see the stars. But now, I'm… I'm in the stars. It's amazing."
Cain doesn't move, or even open his eyes, just snorts softly. "Abel, you're so fucking gay, sometimes it hurts."
Abel huffs, shoving a pillow in what he thinks is Cain's general direction, but he's too exhausted to turn his head to find out. "Says the guy who just… you know...."
"Had his dick inside of you?"
Abel blushes, but nods, hoping Cain can feel the movement against his back. "I just… I like the stars. And I don't really have anyone else up here who I can tell this kind of stuff to."
Cain finally moves, turning so that he's lying face to face with Abel. "And who said you could tell me?" he asks, but his voice his too soft, too sleepy, and Abel's embarrassed by how adorable he finds it. If Cain, sleepy or not, could read his mind, he'd be so dead by now.
Abel shrugs as much as he can, lying down. "I just did, didn't I?"
For a few quick seconds, Cain almost looks… fond. "Yeah, you did." Then it's gone, and there's a hand pulling him closer by the hair "Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep."
Abel feels more pleased than he should. "Okay."
theme: 040. meant no harm
pairing: cain/deimos.
rating: r.
word count: 224.
summary: Cain loves violence. Deimos loves Cain. And they don't live happily ever after. The end!
warnings: swearing, emotionally-retarded!cain, unhealthiness.
Cain likes to hurt people. It's fun and it's funny and he's really good at it, so why the fuck not, huh? But, physically, mind you. He doesn't go in for that head-game, psychology bullshit. A punch in the gut hurts well enough, and it's much easier to inflict. So, it's a hell of a shock when he makes Deimos cry without laying a single finger on him.
"What the fuck's with you?" he'd asked.
Apparently, he'd broken the kid's heart or something. Well, shit.
Cain''s fucked a lot of people, and from what he remembers, they'd cared as little for him as he had for them. None of them had followed him around or stared longingly or any of that.
So, he gets this great idea. He beats the shit out of Deimos, because obviously you're not going to love someone who beats the shit out of you, right?
Except, it doesn't work.
So he fucks someone else. In front of Deimos.
That doesn't work either.
It's not like he cares how the little bitch feels or anything. It's just, he doesn't know what else to do with him. In the end, Cain just sort of adopts Deimos. Like a pet, or a… houseplant. He waters him every so often, not very well and not very consistently, but it seems to be enough.
theme: 045. mountains
pairing: cain/abel.
rating: pg-13.
word count:157.
summary: Cain's not a hugger, but Abel needs a hug.
warnings: dead bodies, unpleasant bodily functions, traumatized!abel.
As soon as they land, Abel stumbles out of the ship and throws up. His body quakes and seizes for a few minutes and Cain watches on with only mild distaste. It is, after all, nothing compared to the state of everything else.
"How could--" Abel starts, but cuts off to be sick again.
There are bodies everywhere. Piled on top of each other in messy heaps. Just mountains upon mountains of the dead and nothing else. It's horrifying, but it's not the worst thing that Cain has seen, so he just stands there and listens to the soft sounds of retching.
When Abel finally calms, Cain slips an arm around his shoulders and pulls him back toward their ship. "Come on," he says quietly, "there's nothing else for a us to see here."
Abel shakes his head, trying to stand his own and not managing very well. "We have to look around, we have to see if there are any survivors."
"There aren't," Cain says, and it sounds awful even to his own ears.
"You don't know that, you don't know--"Abel tries to disguise his sob, but Cain sees right through it, and he takes Abel's wrists, holding them still. "Cain--Cain. They're--"
"I know."
Abel nearly collapses against him then, burying his head against his chest. Cain's not a hugger--not by a long-shot--but he doesn't complain. Just pulls him closer and whispers, "come on.
theme: 044. by my side.
pairing: cain/abel.
rating: r.
word count: 383.
summary: Cain can sleep next to Abel all he wants, but he doesn't own him.
warnings: swearing, vague sex, cainisasnuggler.
The sex is rough and dirty and without softly whispered declarations of love, but Cain always sleeps next to him afterwards. Sometimes even when they haven't fucked, Cain will just lie down on Abel's bed at the end of the day, like it's nothing, and that will be that.
After a few weeks of this, Abel almost lets himself fall under the delusion that it's some sort of muted expression of affection, but he still wants to know for sure.
"You're mine," Cain say casually, when he asks, like he's talking about what he'd had for breakfast. "I can do whatever I feel like with you. If I want to sleep in your bed, I'll sleep in your bed."
And, to Abel, that's much worse than sleeping alone.
"I'm not yours," he says, trying to shove Cain out of his bed. "Just because you bit me, just because you… fucked me. That doesn't mean I belong to you. Not anymore than you belong to me."
Cain doesn't budge, instead pushes Abel down onto his back and holds his wrists above his head. "It means whatever I say it means, and I say that it makes you my bitch." Abel's about to point out the absolute lack of sense that statement makes, but then Cain is kissing him and talking seems like the worst idea ever.
After a few mindless minutes, Cain finally pulls back. Abel is hard and breathless and trying to remember what he was so angry about.
"I'm not yours," he says.
"Shut-up."
Then there are hands reaching for the button of his pants, and he wants this, dammit, but there's a part of his brain that's still screaming that there's something else even more important.
"No," Abel says, shoving Cain away. "I'm not yours."
Cain grabs for him again as he pushes, and the result is the both of them toppling onto the floor in a heap. Abel wrestles himself on top, straddling Cain's lap, and there is definitely more of an argument to be had here, but then their clothes are gone and Cain's inside of him and it's so, so good, and he can't think properly.
A few hours later, Abel awakes to find himself still on the floor, exhausted and uncomfortable, with Cain's arm wrapped around him.