Valentine's Contest fic - "Renewal"
Title: Renewal
Author: Surreal
Pairing: Glitch/Cain
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~2080
Summary: The return of the Lover’s Festival brings promises of a bright future.
Disclaimer: The characters of Tin Man and their world do not belong to me.
Notes: First story in this fandom, but not my first go at writing fanfic - not by a long shot! Name spellings based on the SciFi Channel website for Tin Man.
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Sipping slowly at his glass of wine, Wyatt Cain moved slowly around the edges of the mingling aristocrats and other people from a higher class than himself. With the rebuilding of the kingdom underway for four long months, the Queen had declared it time for a renewal of spirits and old holidays. The Lover’s Festival of late winter seemed like the perfect opportunity for everyone to relax and reconnect with friends lost during the Witch’s reign.
DG had immediately taken to the idea when her mother suggested it. She had run from the room, muttering about hearts and flowers with a manic gleam in her eye. Her parents had smiled indulgently, Cain had watched her go with a suspicious frown, and Glitch had simply tilted his head to the side with a sweet smile and asked the Queen what the occasion was.
Cain sighed quietly to himself when he remembered her Majesty’s sad smile as she repeated the idea to her former advisor. It seemed that was the look most people gave Glitch these days, a pained smile of pity for the headcase who used to be in the royal court. It seemed the only people who knew the real Glitch were his newest friends, and Cain considered it an honor to be counted among those lucky few.
Glancing around at the slowly swaying couples, Cain saw only a small number of familiar faces. DG was dancing with a young boy and laughing when he stepped on her toes. The Queen was standing with a group of former Longcoats-turned-palace guards, smiling proudly at the success of the festival dance. He spotted Azkadellia dancing with her father near the rest of the royal family.
The one person he had been hoping to see was nowhere to be found.
Placing his mostly untouched glass of wine down on a nearby tray, Cain looked up toward the palace wall that bordered the courtyard where the dance was being held. He knew instinctively which balcony on the second floor to look for and was rewarded with the sight of a small, shadowed figure leaning against the railing.
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“Glitch?” Cain called out as he entered his friend’s suite of rooms. He walked past the neatly made, and probably unused, bed on his way to join the solitary man on the balcony.
Glitch was still mostly dressed in his festival clothes, a finely tailored burgundy and gold vest over his new white linen shirt to replace his journey-worn old ones. The matching long jacket was carelessly thrown over a chair sitting near the balcony door. Cain admired the way the fabric moved as the other man pulled himself up to lean on stiff, straight arms with his hands on the railing. “Hello, Cain,” Glitch replied in that soft, pleased way of his.
“You left the party early. I didn’t get to see you dance,” the Tin Man chided him gently, placing a warm hand between the pair of tense shoulders in front of him. He felt rather than saw the tiny shrug.
“Not a lot of demand to dance with a headcase,” Glitch replied bitterly. “I thought it was bad before, when they ignored me. Now they look at me with that...and the flowers were making my eyes itch.”
Cain was used to him changing directions mid-sentence and nodded in understanding. “I don’t remember the Lover’s Festival having quite so many flowers, the last time,” he said wistfully, a vague memory of his wife giving him a newly made shirt and giving her a freshly carved wooden hairclip in return.
Glitch stood up and crossed his arms tightly across his chest, not needing to say out loud that he did not remember the last celebration in the least. He refused to dwell on the past, as he had grown used to not knowing what it entailed. Instead he leaned back into the tall, warm body behind him, thinking of his future. Cain had been touching him more and more over the last few months; a friendly hand on his shoulder, a careful ruffle of his messy hair. Even a tight hug after a frightening afternoon when Glitch had been lost for hours in the palace until his friends had finally found him sitting quietly in an abandoned music room.
The hand on his back slid down to wrap around his body. Glitch gave a happy sigh when the other arm joined it, wrapping him in blissful warmth against the increasingly cold night around them. He swallowed hard when he felt soft lips ghost over the shell of his ear.
Turning in the other man’s arms, he looked straight into ice blue eyes. “Cain,” he started, only to be silenced by those same lips barely touching his own.
“I’ve seen you at your best, and seen you relive the worst day of your life. Those people down there don’t deserve the honor of knowing who you are now, and I couldn’t be happier that they have no idea what they’re missing,” Cain murmured against his mouth. “Wanna dance?”
Grinning against Cain’s mouth, Glitch tilted his head to give him a quick, playful kiss. “Thought you’d never ask,” he replied brightly. He spun the other man all the way around once, grasping one of his hands as he pulled away. “You know, I may not have all my marbles, but one thing I will never forget is how to dance with a beautiful partner.”
Cain gave a surprised laugh as Glitch pulled him inside the room. Soft strains of music drifted in from below as he was spun again in time with the song. Thin, powerful hands lifted the old hat from his head and placed it on the same chair with the abandoned formal coat. The lawman pressed against the strong, wiry body and leaned in for another kiss.
Glitch let the wall next to the balcony doors support him as he was thoroughly kissed. A stray hand drifted up to cup the back of his neck, slowly working up into his tangled hair. He gave an involuntary flinch when fingers brushed against the pull of his zipper, a gasp forcing him to break the kiss.
“Sorry, sorry,” Cain winced at his own carelessness. “Did I - does that hurt?”
“No, it’s fine,” Glitch reassured him, embarrassed by his own reaction. “It’s...no one’s ever touched...anyway, where was I?” Dark brown eyes looked up at Cain expectantly. “Oh, come on, you big lout,” he stood suddenly, dragging Cain by the hand over to the neatly arranged bed.
Pulling the coat off of Cain’s shoulders and away from his body, Glitch tossed the garment toward the chair to join his own. He pushed against tense shoulders to sit Cain down on the edge of the bed before standing between his legs, reaching down to slowly unbutton Cain’s crisp striped shirt. Cain put his hands on the standing man’s hips, smiling to himself when he felt the body between his hands still swaying to the music.
Cain dragged his hands reluctantly away and up toward the buttons on the plain white linen shirt in front of him. His hands made quick work of the fastenings and he let go long enough to shrug off his own dress shirt while Glitch did the same above him. Toeing off his shoes quickly, he set fingers (that were not shaking, thank you very much) on the buttons of Glitch’s pants.
“Oh, Cain,” Glitch sighed from above, making Wyatt glance up.
Cain grinned when he saw the tilted head, closed eyes and shining smile. He loved this man, he had come to realize in recent weeks, and said as much now.
Glitch rewarded him with a delighted laugh, tackling him to the bed and kissing him with the intensity of both suns. Their remaining clothes were tugged, wrestled and tossed away carelessly leaving a very happy Wyatt Cain lying sideways across the bed with an enthusiastic Glitch straddling him. Glitch gave him a playful kiss on the forehead and declared in a serious tone, “I love you too, Mr. Cain.”
Pulling his knees up to cradle the precious body on top of him, Cain shut his eyes tight against the surge of emotion threatening to shake him apart. He wrapped one arm around Glitch’s neck and let the other hand drift down lower to clasp a bare hip. Stroking his callused thumb against pale, smooth skin, he opened his eyes to see the gift he had been bestowed on the first festival of his new life.
Hands moved restlessly, gliding over scars and muscle and bone. They shared slow kisses for what felt like hours. It wasn’t until Glitch gave a sharp, shaking moan that Cain realized they had found a rhythm together, pushing their hard cocks between them until they were both slick with sweat and panting from effort.
Reaching to where their bodies met, Wyatt wrapped his hand around the other’s hardness and pulled in a matching rhythm, his own penis fitting tightly in the crease of Glitch’s thigh. He felt Glitch’s breath hitch against the hand Cain still had on the other man’s back, shaking with need.
Cain pulled him down for a deep, breath-stealing kiss. He was rewarded with a helpless cry against his mouth and sudden warmth between their bodies. Unable to deny what this man had done to him, Cain jerked his hips up and came with his own quiet groan.
Lazy, relaxed hands stroked up and down Glitch’s back by the time their breathing returned to normal. Cain felt a kiss on his collarbone and he returned it on the top of his lover’s head, feeling the metal zipper on the corner of his mouth.
A sudden knock on the door startled both men from their bliss. Cain jumped up instinctively, grabbing the first shirt he found from the floor and struggling into his pants. He hopped over to the door on one leg at a time until they were on, only managing to fasten one of the middle buttons on the shirt.
It wasn’t until he opened the door to the sight of DG staring at him with huge, blue eyes that he realized he was not answering his own door, but Glitch’s.
“Um, hi there, Mr. Cain,” DG said awkwardly, taking a step back. “Is - have you seen Glitch? No one saw him much during the party - my mother and I were worried.”
Clearing his throat and hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt, he scratched at the back of his head absently. “Uh, yeah. He’s fine. That is, we - the party was kind of boring,” he winced at his own words.
DG blinked owlishly. “Uh huh. Is that why you’re wearing his shirt?” she asked in that slow, dawning way of hers.
“Cain? Who’s - Oh, hello, DG!” Glitch wandered up from behind Cain, grinning happily with the bed’s top covers wrapped around what was undoubtedly his nude body.
Cain saw that moment when Glitch realized what was happening. “Oh!”
The two at the door watched with embarrassed amusement as Glitch ducked out of sight.
Cain turned back to the woman outside the room, his face flushing deeper. “Yeah, oh.”
DG gave a snort and stood up straight. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by a hand held up by the Tin Man.
“Listen, DG. I - we - look, Glitch is fine, please tell your mother that, but nothing else. Understand? We’ll talk about this in the morning.”
She gave him a hesitant nod. Before turning to leave, she spoke with narrowed eyes. “If you hurt him -“
“DG. Not now. In the morning,” Cain cut her off, knowing she was only concerned for her friend but not wanting to have this discussion here, in the hallway, wearing Glitch’s shirt. “Please.”
After a moment, she gave a short nod and impish smile. “Good night, Mr. Cain,” she said before walking away.
With a weary sigh, Cain shut and locked the door. He turned around, seeing Glitch huddled on the bed in the thick comforter. “Not exactly how I pictured telling our friends,” he said, sitting on the bed next to the mortified man.
“Oh, you get used to it,” Glitch replied wistfully, his head coming up only to tip gently to the side. “Just wait until the day I tell the royal family around a mouthful of berries at breakfast about how hot you look in my shirt.”
Cain’s reply was to tackle him to the bed.
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End
Author: Surreal
Pairing: Glitch/Cain
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~2080
Summary: The return of the Lover’s Festival brings promises of a bright future.
Disclaimer: The characters of Tin Man and their world do not belong to me.
Notes: First story in this fandom, but not my first go at writing fanfic - not by a long shot! Name spellings based on the SciFi Channel website for Tin Man.
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Sipping slowly at his glass of wine, Wyatt Cain moved slowly around the edges of the mingling aristocrats and other people from a higher class than himself. With the rebuilding of the kingdom underway for four long months, the Queen had declared it time for a renewal of spirits and old holidays. The Lover’s Festival of late winter seemed like the perfect opportunity for everyone to relax and reconnect with friends lost during the Witch’s reign.
DG had immediately taken to the idea when her mother suggested it. She had run from the room, muttering about hearts and flowers with a manic gleam in her eye. Her parents had smiled indulgently, Cain had watched her go with a suspicious frown, and Glitch had simply tilted his head to the side with a sweet smile and asked the Queen what the occasion was.
Cain sighed quietly to himself when he remembered her Majesty’s sad smile as she repeated the idea to her former advisor. It seemed that was the look most people gave Glitch these days, a pained smile of pity for the headcase who used to be in the royal court. It seemed the only people who knew the real Glitch were his newest friends, and Cain considered it an honor to be counted among those lucky few.
Glancing around at the slowly swaying couples, Cain saw only a small number of familiar faces. DG was dancing with a young boy and laughing when he stepped on her toes. The Queen was standing with a group of former Longcoats-turned-palace guards, smiling proudly at the success of the festival dance. He spotted Azkadellia dancing with her father near the rest of the royal family.
The one person he had been hoping to see was nowhere to be found.
Placing his mostly untouched glass of wine down on a nearby tray, Cain looked up toward the palace wall that bordered the courtyard where the dance was being held. He knew instinctively which balcony on the second floor to look for and was rewarded with the sight of a small, shadowed figure leaning against the railing.
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“Glitch?” Cain called out as he entered his friend’s suite of rooms. He walked past the neatly made, and probably unused, bed on his way to join the solitary man on the balcony.
Glitch was still mostly dressed in his festival clothes, a finely tailored burgundy and gold vest over his new white linen shirt to replace his journey-worn old ones. The matching long jacket was carelessly thrown over a chair sitting near the balcony door. Cain admired the way the fabric moved as the other man pulled himself up to lean on stiff, straight arms with his hands on the railing. “Hello, Cain,” Glitch replied in that soft, pleased way of his.
“You left the party early. I didn’t get to see you dance,” the Tin Man chided him gently, placing a warm hand between the pair of tense shoulders in front of him. He felt rather than saw the tiny shrug.
“Not a lot of demand to dance with a headcase,” Glitch replied bitterly. “I thought it was bad before, when they ignored me. Now they look at me with that...and the flowers were making my eyes itch.”
Cain was used to him changing directions mid-sentence and nodded in understanding. “I don’t remember the Lover’s Festival having quite so many flowers, the last time,” he said wistfully, a vague memory of his wife giving him a newly made shirt and giving her a freshly carved wooden hairclip in return.
Glitch stood up and crossed his arms tightly across his chest, not needing to say out loud that he did not remember the last celebration in the least. He refused to dwell on the past, as he had grown used to not knowing what it entailed. Instead he leaned back into the tall, warm body behind him, thinking of his future. Cain had been touching him more and more over the last few months; a friendly hand on his shoulder, a careful ruffle of his messy hair. Even a tight hug after a frightening afternoon when Glitch had been lost for hours in the palace until his friends had finally found him sitting quietly in an abandoned music room.
The hand on his back slid down to wrap around his body. Glitch gave a happy sigh when the other arm joined it, wrapping him in blissful warmth against the increasingly cold night around them. He swallowed hard when he felt soft lips ghost over the shell of his ear.
Turning in the other man’s arms, he looked straight into ice blue eyes. “Cain,” he started, only to be silenced by those same lips barely touching his own.
“I’ve seen you at your best, and seen you relive the worst day of your life. Those people down there don’t deserve the honor of knowing who you are now, and I couldn’t be happier that they have no idea what they’re missing,” Cain murmured against his mouth. “Wanna dance?”
Grinning against Cain’s mouth, Glitch tilted his head to give him a quick, playful kiss. “Thought you’d never ask,” he replied brightly. He spun the other man all the way around once, grasping one of his hands as he pulled away. “You know, I may not have all my marbles, but one thing I will never forget is how to dance with a beautiful partner.”
Cain gave a surprised laugh as Glitch pulled him inside the room. Soft strains of music drifted in from below as he was spun again in time with the song. Thin, powerful hands lifted the old hat from his head and placed it on the same chair with the abandoned formal coat. The lawman pressed against the strong, wiry body and leaned in for another kiss.
Glitch let the wall next to the balcony doors support him as he was thoroughly kissed. A stray hand drifted up to cup the back of his neck, slowly working up into his tangled hair. He gave an involuntary flinch when fingers brushed against the pull of his zipper, a gasp forcing him to break the kiss.
“Sorry, sorry,” Cain winced at his own carelessness. “Did I - does that hurt?”
“No, it’s fine,” Glitch reassured him, embarrassed by his own reaction. “It’s...no one’s ever touched...anyway, where was I?” Dark brown eyes looked up at Cain expectantly. “Oh, come on, you big lout,” he stood suddenly, dragging Cain by the hand over to the neatly arranged bed.
Pulling the coat off of Cain’s shoulders and away from his body, Glitch tossed the garment toward the chair to join his own. He pushed against tense shoulders to sit Cain down on the edge of the bed before standing between his legs, reaching down to slowly unbutton Cain’s crisp striped shirt. Cain put his hands on the standing man’s hips, smiling to himself when he felt the body between his hands still swaying to the music.
Cain dragged his hands reluctantly away and up toward the buttons on the plain white linen shirt in front of him. His hands made quick work of the fastenings and he let go long enough to shrug off his own dress shirt while Glitch did the same above him. Toeing off his shoes quickly, he set fingers (that were not shaking, thank you very much) on the buttons of Glitch’s pants.
“Oh, Cain,” Glitch sighed from above, making Wyatt glance up.
Cain grinned when he saw the tilted head, closed eyes and shining smile. He loved this man, he had come to realize in recent weeks, and said as much now.
Glitch rewarded him with a delighted laugh, tackling him to the bed and kissing him with the intensity of both suns. Their remaining clothes were tugged, wrestled and tossed away carelessly leaving a very happy Wyatt Cain lying sideways across the bed with an enthusiastic Glitch straddling him. Glitch gave him a playful kiss on the forehead and declared in a serious tone, “I love you too, Mr. Cain.”
Pulling his knees up to cradle the precious body on top of him, Cain shut his eyes tight against the surge of emotion threatening to shake him apart. He wrapped one arm around Glitch’s neck and let the other hand drift down lower to clasp a bare hip. Stroking his callused thumb against pale, smooth skin, he opened his eyes to see the gift he had been bestowed on the first festival of his new life.
Hands moved restlessly, gliding over scars and muscle and bone. They shared slow kisses for what felt like hours. It wasn’t until Glitch gave a sharp, shaking moan that Cain realized they had found a rhythm together, pushing their hard cocks between them until they were both slick with sweat and panting from effort.
Reaching to where their bodies met, Wyatt wrapped his hand around the other’s hardness and pulled in a matching rhythm, his own penis fitting tightly in the crease of Glitch’s thigh. He felt Glitch’s breath hitch against the hand Cain still had on the other man’s back, shaking with need.
Cain pulled him down for a deep, breath-stealing kiss. He was rewarded with a helpless cry against his mouth and sudden warmth between their bodies. Unable to deny what this man had done to him, Cain jerked his hips up and came with his own quiet groan.
Lazy, relaxed hands stroked up and down Glitch’s back by the time their breathing returned to normal. Cain felt a kiss on his collarbone and he returned it on the top of his lover’s head, feeling the metal zipper on the corner of his mouth.
A sudden knock on the door startled both men from their bliss. Cain jumped up instinctively, grabbing the first shirt he found from the floor and struggling into his pants. He hopped over to the door on one leg at a time until they were on, only managing to fasten one of the middle buttons on the shirt.
It wasn’t until he opened the door to the sight of DG staring at him with huge, blue eyes that he realized he was not answering his own door, but Glitch’s.
“Um, hi there, Mr. Cain,” DG said awkwardly, taking a step back. “Is - have you seen Glitch? No one saw him much during the party - my mother and I were worried.”
Clearing his throat and hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt, he scratched at the back of his head absently. “Uh, yeah. He’s fine. That is, we - the party was kind of boring,” he winced at his own words.
DG blinked owlishly. “Uh huh. Is that why you’re wearing his shirt?” she asked in that slow, dawning way of hers.
“Cain? Who’s - Oh, hello, DG!” Glitch wandered up from behind Cain, grinning happily with the bed’s top covers wrapped around what was undoubtedly his nude body.
Cain saw that moment when Glitch realized what was happening. “Oh!”
The two at the door watched with embarrassed amusement as Glitch ducked out of sight.
Cain turned back to the woman outside the room, his face flushing deeper. “Yeah, oh.”
DG gave a snort and stood up straight. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by a hand held up by the Tin Man.
“Listen, DG. I - we - look, Glitch is fine, please tell your mother that, but nothing else. Understand? We’ll talk about this in the morning.”
She gave him a hesitant nod. Before turning to leave, she spoke with narrowed eyes. “If you hurt him -“
“DG. Not now. In the morning,” Cain cut her off, knowing she was only concerned for her friend but not wanting to have this discussion here, in the hallway, wearing Glitch’s shirt. “Please.”
After a moment, she gave a short nod and impish smile. “Good night, Mr. Cain,” she said before walking away.
With a weary sigh, Cain shut and locked the door. He turned around, seeing Glitch huddled on the bed in the thick comforter. “Not exactly how I pictured telling our friends,” he said, sitting on the bed next to the mortified man.
“Oh, you get used to it,” Glitch replied wistfully, his head coming up only to tip gently to the side. “Just wait until the day I tell the royal family around a mouthful of berries at breakfast about how hot you look in my shirt.”
Cain’s reply was to tackle him to the bed.
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End