New Drabbles
Aaand here are the last two for
shinigrace and
truthwritaslies respectively.
Prompt: Ambrose-Glitch and Cain sparring! ( perhaps followed by some making out? )
“Your guard is too low.”
“Pfft, your guard is too low.”
Cain rolled his eyes at Glitch's rather childish comeback. Glitch had promised him that after he'd gotten his brain back he'd show the tin man some of the moves he'd used on the longcoats but now it was a week later and Cain was largely beginning to think that he'd imagined that swirling maelstrom of limbs that had been Glitch outside the Witch's Tower.
The man was entirely too distracted. He spent most of their time in the training room chattering on about what DG was wearing or what Az had done with her hair, and didn't the Queen just look lovely this morning?
It was like trying to spar with a fashion magazine.
But Cain knew if he complained Glitch would just switch the topic. Maybe it would be food, or math, or science, or art... But it was never fighting. Never what was happening at that moment.
“...it wasn't very kind of the Countess to say. I mean with a beehive that big you'd think she'd have some brains under it all. Of course Az was waaay too nice about the whole thing so I think she won some supporters in the end. Which I guess is good...”
That was it. He'd come to the end of his patience. Cain shifted his stance, he knew he'd regret it later but for hours they just stood in the training room circling and nothing ever happened...
Cain darted forward and dipped his shoulder, it was the right angle to strike considering Glitch's sloppy posture, all he had to do was nail him one on the ribs and maybe the man would rethink talking for a few moments.
But Cain didn't get the hit off. In a split second there were thin fingers viced around his wrist and he was very suddenly and all too quickly jerked off balance and twisted so he landed flat on his back. Hard.
He saw stars but was mildly pleased. At least the talking had stopped.
“Hey! You were really gonna hit me!”
Cain grunted as Glitch sat rather bodily down on him, pinning him at the waist and making him glad the man didn't weight more than he did.
“Glitch... That was kind of the point. We're supposed to be sparring.”
Glitch sighed and looked down, “Cain, I don't really want to spar with you.”
A wave of anger flashed behind blue eyes, “You couldn't have told me that a week ago? I could have found something to do if you didn't want my company...”
Glitch laughed and shook his head, “No, not what I meant. I like your company, I just don't know why we have to spar. I like fighting enemies, I don't like fighting you.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I mean there's a ton of other things to do y'know. In a padded room. With doors that lock.”
Cain blinked as Glitch leaned forward, grinning, before he kissed the tin man. Slowly, his mouth taking it's time as he paused to nibble at the bottom of his lover's lip.
“Damn it Glitch, why didn't you jus say that?”
The former advisor shrugged, “you're sexy when you're frustrated.”
Prompt: G/C, Poison by Alice Cooper, something dark and sexy, with Glitch as the aggressive one.
He followed the sensation of trailing fingertips that skirted his aching length and smoothed slowly down his inner thigh making him suck in a breath.
Cain wasn't quite sure when he'd lost control of this night.
He'd only been a little tipsy.
He should have never brought Glitch.
But it was a night out and it was other tin men and Cain hadn't expected any trouble.
But then the stories had started being shared. Those stories. Those dumb stories of physical prowess and who's woman was the loudest in bed and what tricks made her moan...
Cain had been uncomfortable. Of course. His basic personality meant that he shook his head when his turn had come.
Then the gaggle of young bucks had turned to Glitch...
And the headcase had started talking.
He was pretty sure he'd yelled at Glitch later, an hour ago or... he'd lost track of time... and his thoughts were interrupted by a ghosting touch across the crown of his length and the Question.
“Yes or no?”
They were the only words that had come out of his lovers mouth since he'd started his 'game'. The only sounds besides his own keening moans and the clank of metal as he jerked against chain like a caught beast.
How could the headcase say those things? They were embarrassing, dirty... Things he'd done to other men!? But... It had been a strange reality in the middle of their relationship. Cain topped, Glitch bottomed. He knew what to do to have Glitch make that breathy whisper and Glitch knew how to arch to make stars appear behind his tin man's eyes.
But this... This was...
“Y-yes...” Cain breathed and the hands obeyed twisting down his member, the soft buttery leather of the oiled glove creating a sensitivity that Cain had barely imagined possible.
He'd been embarrassed. Mostly on the principal of the matter, as he watched eyes widen as Glitch had gone on about delay tactics and pain principals and the proper etiquette for a 'dominant' around a partner not his own because, it was 'very important, don't you know...'
It wasn't until later though that he thought it deserved a fuss.
“How come you never told me about... that?”
Glitch had artfully rolled a shoulder, “I didn't think you'd be into that sort of thing. I mean, I was very young when I did all that stuff.”
The silence had thickened in the room as Cain had sat down on the bed.
“D-do you... miss it?”
He'd blame the alcohol. He'd never admit it. That maybe he'd wondered a time or two.
“It's fun, of course. With the right partner.”
“Right.”
“Cain, what we do is wonderful. I don't want you to think that just because of some things I've done in the past that what we do is inadequate or...”
“Boring?”
“I only fell asleep once! I warned you I'd had a long day!”
It had fallen into tackling and laughter and something altogether familiar before Cain had leaned back and decided that in the order of fairness and curiosity that he'd never fess up to and just asked.
Glitch had smiled a rather devastatingly dangerous smile, “Cain, would you'd like to play a game?”
He didn't know there would be this many rules or how heady a punishment could feel or how sweet a reward. He didn't know that those noises could come out of him or just how close he could come to shattering before being dragged back up in a such a gloriously torturous loop.
The fingers slid slowly down his shaft, sliding over heavy sac's pausing to weigh and consider, ignoring how tightly wound Cain's entire body was, finally sliding farther than they'd gone all night. Up the cleft of his backside to tease and tempt the opening there.
“Yes or no?”
Gods! If he said yes there was no turning back. If he said no, well, if he said no the blindfold would come off and so would the chains along with the silk scarves wrapped around his wrists like bandages so he wouldn't bruise against the metal. If he said no, all this would stop and that was supposed to happen. A sane person wouldn't have gone through with this. A sane person would have backed off at the thought of being tied up. A sane person would have said 'no' a long, long time ago...
“Yes.”
shinigrace and
truthwritaslies respectively.
Prompt: Ambrose-Glitch and Cain sparring! ( perhaps followed by some making out? )
“Your guard is too low.”
“Pfft, your guard is too low.”
Cain rolled his eyes at Glitch's rather childish comeback. Glitch had promised him that after he'd gotten his brain back he'd show the tin man some of the moves he'd used on the longcoats but now it was a week later and Cain was largely beginning to think that he'd imagined that swirling maelstrom of limbs that had been Glitch outside the Witch's Tower.
The man was entirely too distracted. He spent most of their time in the training room chattering on about what DG was wearing or what Az had done with her hair, and didn't the Queen just look lovely this morning?
It was like trying to spar with a fashion magazine.
But Cain knew if he complained Glitch would just switch the topic. Maybe it would be food, or math, or science, or art... But it was never fighting. Never what was happening at that moment.
“...it wasn't very kind of the Countess to say. I mean with a beehive that big you'd think she'd have some brains under it all. Of course Az was waaay too nice about the whole thing so I think she won some supporters in the end. Which I guess is good...”
That was it. He'd come to the end of his patience. Cain shifted his stance, he knew he'd regret it later but for hours they just stood in the training room circling and nothing ever happened...
Cain darted forward and dipped his shoulder, it was the right angle to strike considering Glitch's sloppy posture, all he had to do was nail him one on the ribs and maybe the man would rethink talking for a few moments.
But Cain didn't get the hit off. In a split second there were thin fingers viced around his wrist and he was very suddenly and all too quickly jerked off balance and twisted so he landed flat on his back. Hard.
He saw stars but was mildly pleased. At least the talking had stopped.
“Hey! You were really gonna hit me!”
Cain grunted as Glitch sat rather bodily down on him, pinning him at the waist and making him glad the man didn't weight more than he did.
“Glitch... That was kind of the point. We're supposed to be sparring.”
Glitch sighed and looked down, “Cain, I don't really want to spar with you.”
A wave of anger flashed behind blue eyes, “You couldn't have told me that a week ago? I could have found something to do if you didn't want my company...”
Glitch laughed and shook his head, “No, not what I meant. I like your company, I just don't know why we have to spar. I like fighting enemies, I don't like fighting you.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I mean there's a ton of other things to do y'know. In a padded room. With doors that lock.”
Cain blinked as Glitch leaned forward, grinning, before he kissed the tin man. Slowly, his mouth taking it's time as he paused to nibble at the bottom of his lover's lip.
“Damn it Glitch, why didn't you jus say that?”
The former advisor shrugged, “you're sexy when you're frustrated.”
Prompt: G/C, Poison by Alice Cooper, something dark and sexy, with Glitch as the aggressive one.
He followed the sensation of trailing fingertips that skirted his aching length and smoothed slowly down his inner thigh making him suck in a breath.
Cain wasn't quite sure when he'd lost control of this night.
He'd only been a little tipsy.
He should have never brought Glitch.
But it was a night out and it was other tin men and Cain hadn't expected any trouble.
But then the stories had started being shared. Those stories. Those dumb stories of physical prowess and who's woman was the loudest in bed and what tricks made her moan...
Cain had been uncomfortable. Of course. His basic personality meant that he shook his head when his turn had come.
Then the gaggle of young bucks had turned to Glitch...
And the headcase had started talking.
He was pretty sure he'd yelled at Glitch later, an hour ago or... he'd lost track of time... and his thoughts were interrupted by a ghosting touch across the crown of his length and the Question.
“Yes or no?”
They were the only words that had come out of his lovers mouth since he'd started his 'game'. The only sounds besides his own keening moans and the clank of metal as he jerked against chain like a caught beast.
How could the headcase say those things? They were embarrassing, dirty... Things he'd done to other men!? But... It had been a strange reality in the middle of their relationship. Cain topped, Glitch bottomed. He knew what to do to have Glitch make that breathy whisper and Glitch knew how to arch to make stars appear behind his tin man's eyes.
But this... This was...
“Y-yes...” Cain breathed and the hands obeyed twisting down his member, the soft buttery leather of the oiled glove creating a sensitivity that Cain had barely imagined possible.
He'd been embarrassed. Mostly on the principal of the matter, as he watched eyes widen as Glitch had gone on about delay tactics and pain principals and the proper etiquette for a 'dominant' around a partner not his own because, it was 'very important, don't you know...'
It wasn't until later though that he thought it deserved a fuss.
“How come you never told me about... that?”
Glitch had artfully rolled a shoulder, “I didn't think you'd be into that sort of thing. I mean, I was very young when I did all that stuff.”
The silence had thickened in the room as Cain had sat down on the bed.
“D-do you... miss it?”
He'd blame the alcohol. He'd never admit it. That maybe he'd wondered a time or two.
“It's fun, of course. With the right partner.”
“Right.”
“Cain, what we do is wonderful. I don't want you to think that just because of some things I've done in the past that what we do is inadequate or...”
“Boring?”
“I only fell asleep once! I warned you I'd had a long day!”
It had fallen into tackling and laughter and something altogether familiar before Cain had leaned back and decided that in the order of fairness and curiosity that he'd never fess up to and just asked.
Glitch had smiled a rather devastatingly dangerous smile, “Cain, would you'd like to play a game?”
He didn't know there would be this many rules or how heady a punishment could feel or how sweet a reward. He didn't know that those noises could come out of him or just how close he could come to shattering before being dragged back up in a such a gloriously torturous loop.
The fingers slid slowly down his shaft, sliding over heavy sac's pausing to weigh and consider, ignoring how tightly wound Cain's entire body was, finally sliding farther than they'd gone all night. Up the cleft of his backside to tease and tempt the opening there.
“Yes or no?”
Gods! If he said yes there was no turning back. If he said no, well, if he said no the blindfold would come off and so would the chains along with the silk scarves wrapped around his wrists like bandages so he wouldn't bruise against the metal. If he said no, all this would stop and that was supposed to happen. A sane person wouldn't have gone through with this. A sane person would have backed off at the thought of being tied up. A sane person would have said 'no' a long, long time ago...
“Yes.”