FIC: Crack The Shutters
Title: Crack The Shutters
Author: Sri (
pikkalam_sri )
Pairing: Dorian/Klaus
Warnings: Unbeta’d
Rating: R (to be safe)
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Inspired by the song of the same name (by Snow Patrol)
Disclaimer: Characters in this fan fiction belong to Yasuko Aoike.
--
“Morning, lover.”
Cool hands slid up around Klaus von dem Eberbach's neck. Dorian liked to sleep with his arms and legs akimbo, and it was a rare morning that found him completely under the covers. As a result he had taken to using Klaus as a kind of personal radiator, a habit Klaus only pretended to hate.
Recognizing his cue, he shrugged his shoulders to dislodge those chilly fingers. This only caused them to begin a leisurely exploration of his chest.
“Now now, darling. Aren't you afraid that I'll ravish you in your sleep?”
Klaus snorted derisively, conveniently forgetting there had ever been a time he had feared exactly that.
“Or maybe that's what you want,” Dorian whispered into his ear, causing goose flesh to erupt down Klaus' entire left side. He felt an agile body slide atop his own. “Just lie there, my unstoppable German war machine. I'll take care of you.”
In retaliation for such horrifying pillow talk, Klaus simultaneously opened his eyes and reached behind him to find the rod for the blinds. Smiling his 'Good Boy' smile, he twirled the rod and let sunlight stream in and hit Dorian full in the face.
Dorian gave a little yelp and sat up to cover his eyes. Or perhaps it was merely a ruse in order to better display his body in the golden light. Either way, it had the effect Dorian was constantly aiming for - Klaus was entranced.
Broad stripes of sunlight slanted across Dorian's lean frame, causing his skin to glow. Individual curls stood out in stark contrast, gilded by the light. When Dorian lifted his hand slightly, still shading his face, his blue eyes darkened and twinkled with mischief.
Klaus was torn by two equal and opposing desires - to admire his lover in the early morning rays, and to roll him over and follow through on Dorian's previous threats of ravishment. He settled for stroking possessive hands up and around Dorian's thighs, which were currently bracketing his hips. Of course Dorian was gloriously naked and he moaned as Klaus took hold of each of his buttocks in a firm grip.
“Major?” Dorian's use of his rank shouldn't thrill him, after all this time.
“Shhh,” he hissed, tracing with calloused fingers a line of shadow across Dorian's trembling abdomen.
With an uncharacteristic flash of premonition, Klaus realized that this memory would last a lifetime. At the most inconvenient moments, this particular incarnation of his lover would appear before his eyes - whilst attending boring society parties at the Schloss, during interminable debriefings with his corpulent Chief, in the middle of all-night stakeouts. This image of Dorian would come to him, recalled in perfect detail. Even if they were lucky enough to grow old and gray, he would forever remember Dorian just like this: beautiful, warm, and his.
“Liebling,” he murmured, ignoring the responding hitch in Dorian's breath. “Come here.”
--
Lyrics to "Crack The Shutters" by Snow Patrol
You cool your bedwarm hands down
On the broken radiator
When you lay them freezing on me
I mumble can you wake me later
But I don't really want you to stop
And you know it so it doesn't stop you
You run your hands from my neck
To my chest
Crack the shutters open wide
I want to bathe you in the light of day
And just watch you as the rays
Tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours
Finding new ways to be awed each minute
'Cause the daylight seems to want you
Just as much as I want you
It's been minutes it's been days
It's been all I will remember
Happy lost in your hair
And the cold side of the pillow
Your hills and valleys
Are mapped by my intrepid fingers
And in a naked slumber
I dream all this again
Crack the shutters open wide
I want to bathe you in the light of day
And just watch you as the rays
Tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours
Finding new ways to be awed each minute
'Cause the daylight seems to want you
Just as much as I want you
Author: Sri (
pikkalam_sri )
Pairing: Dorian/Klaus
Warnings: Unbeta’d
Rating: R (to be safe)
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Inspired by the song of the same name (by Snow Patrol)
Disclaimer: Characters in this fan fiction belong to Yasuko Aoike.
--
“Morning, lover.”
Cool hands slid up around Klaus von dem Eberbach's neck. Dorian liked to sleep with his arms and legs akimbo, and it was a rare morning that found him completely under the covers. As a result he had taken to using Klaus as a kind of personal radiator, a habit Klaus only pretended to hate.
Recognizing his cue, he shrugged his shoulders to dislodge those chilly fingers. This only caused them to begin a leisurely exploration of his chest.
“Now now, darling. Aren't you afraid that I'll ravish you in your sleep?”
Klaus snorted derisively, conveniently forgetting there had ever been a time he had feared exactly that.
“Or maybe that's what you want,” Dorian whispered into his ear, causing goose flesh to erupt down Klaus' entire left side. He felt an agile body slide atop his own. “Just lie there, my unstoppable German war machine. I'll take care of you.”
In retaliation for such horrifying pillow talk, Klaus simultaneously opened his eyes and reached behind him to find the rod for the blinds. Smiling his 'Good Boy' smile, he twirled the rod and let sunlight stream in and hit Dorian full in the face.
Dorian gave a little yelp and sat up to cover his eyes. Or perhaps it was merely a ruse in order to better display his body in the golden light. Either way, it had the effect Dorian was constantly aiming for - Klaus was entranced.
Broad stripes of sunlight slanted across Dorian's lean frame, causing his skin to glow. Individual curls stood out in stark contrast, gilded by the light. When Dorian lifted his hand slightly, still shading his face, his blue eyes darkened and twinkled with mischief.
Klaus was torn by two equal and opposing desires - to admire his lover in the early morning rays, and to roll him over and follow through on Dorian's previous threats of ravishment. He settled for stroking possessive hands up and around Dorian's thighs, which were currently bracketing his hips. Of course Dorian was gloriously naked and he moaned as Klaus took hold of each of his buttocks in a firm grip.
“Major?” Dorian's use of his rank shouldn't thrill him, after all this time.
“Shhh,” he hissed, tracing with calloused fingers a line of shadow across Dorian's trembling abdomen.
With an uncharacteristic flash of premonition, Klaus realized that this memory would last a lifetime. At the most inconvenient moments, this particular incarnation of his lover would appear before his eyes - whilst attending boring society parties at the Schloss, during interminable debriefings with his corpulent Chief, in the middle of all-night stakeouts. This image of Dorian would come to him, recalled in perfect detail. Even if they were lucky enough to grow old and gray, he would forever remember Dorian just like this: beautiful, warm, and his.
“Liebling,” he murmured, ignoring the responding hitch in Dorian's breath. “Come here.”
--
Lyrics to "Crack The Shutters" by Snow Patrol
You cool your bedwarm hands down
On the broken radiator
When you lay them freezing on me
I mumble can you wake me later
But I don't really want you to stop
And you know it so it doesn't stop you
You run your hands from my neck
To my chest
Crack the shutters open wide
I want to bathe you in the light of day
And just watch you as the rays
Tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours
Finding new ways to be awed each minute
'Cause the daylight seems to want you
Just as much as I want you
It's been minutes it's been days
It's been all I will remember
Happy lost in your hair
And the cold side of the pillow
Your hills and valleys
Are mapped by my intrepid fingers
And in a naked slumber
I dream all this again
Crack the shutters open wide
I want to bathe you in the light of day
And just watch you as the rays
Tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours
Finding new ways to be awed each minute
'Cause the daylight seems to want you
Just as much as I want you