All Ye Faithful
Title: All Ye Faithful
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Peter/Claude
Fandoms: Heroes, Supernatural.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None.
A/N: Pure crack, folks.
There are moments in life, he thinks, that are perfect. The gather of fate and constellations. The easy tangle of gravity.
This is not one of those moments.
“Explain to me exactly why I have to do this?”
“Because,” chirps Peter, bounding from his corner, a black tie in his hand. It’s offered as sacred. “It'll make me happy.”
“Since when is that a reason?”
“Since you realized that a happy me is a slutty me: likely to get on my knees at any time and suck you for hours.”
“…. Oh.”
“Yes, oh. Now-- Put this on.”
Claude does. Quickly.
“Straighten the knot.”
Claude does this too. Just as quickly.
And his lover… grins, circling him with wicked intent--relishing the long fall of a coat, the wrinkled white beneath; the crisp press of trousers and oh-so-sensible shoes. He leans back, giggling. Demands then with childish glee: “Do the thing! Do the thing!”
And it’s best not to consider just how he knows what a boy means. That would be a thought too sad. Instead he just lets his chin tilt slowly; eyes solemn, brow furrowed. Curious. He does not blink. He does not even breathe.
Peter bounces, thrilled with the expression; tugs at the sleeve of his own jacket. It’s leather and clings like satisfaction. Continues, “Now… What are you going to do to me?”
And Claude sighs, knowing he can’t deny the words, knowing he can only play a game; ridiculous even if well-learned. So a mouth is forced stern and a tone is buried deep. And he stares, steady, steady. Says, “I will grip you tight and raise you from Perdition.”
There's a laugh, delighted, and it’s almost worth the humiliation.
Almost.
Until--
“I think something's already raising.”
A groan. “Oh, you great pillock...” He frowns. “Just shut up and kiss me. Dean.”
“Yes, Cas.”
And he thinks he should be grateful at least that a boy hadn’t insisted on making him Gabriel. Again.
Even if he did like to get his horn blown...
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