Pokémon ficlet
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Pokémon
Airshipping (Giovanni/Jirarudan)
prompt: "the world's most wonderful things"
Rating: PG for implications? At most.
Word Count: 376
Warning: Slightly AU
Negotiations
The office contained rich oak paneling and a desk meant to separate its owner from the rest of the world. And behind the desk sat a man who didn't have to speak to intimidate. Jirarudan stood with a small smile and addressed him.
"I'm a man who appreciates fine things, that's all."
Giovanni shrugged. "And what's that to me?"
"You are the same way, I think?" he said, gesturing to the walls and furniture.
"Some things are only for show," Giovanni answered him.
Jirarudan narrowed his eyes. Yes, that made sense. Beauty, perhaps, did not mean the same thing to Giovanni that it did to him. Yet the man himself was beautiful, in an entirely predatory way.
"Fine Pokemon, perhaps?" the collector persisted.
The other man shook his head, but Jirarudan could see the Persian stretched out beneath the desk, another beautiful and dangerous creature.
"And if I offered to buy the Pokemon you keep here?"
"It's not for sale," Giovanni replied gruffly. Jirarudan almost wanted to laugh when he saw the possessive look on his face. The man did have weak points, though they were well-concealed.
"Can you offer me something unique, then?"
"I've heard of a Pikachu that was... experimental," said Giovanni. "Supposedly there's not another one like it. I have no great interest in electric Pokemon, but if you do..."
Jirarudan tilted his head. "I could offer you something for that." He named a sum, and now Giovanni truly smiled.
"I'll put two of my agents on it."
Jirarudan knew he was being dismissed, but sat down across from him anyway.
"Do you want something else?" Giovanni asked.
Jirarudan reached for his hand over the desk. "Fine things come in many guises," he said in his lilting tone.
Giovanni looked at him with contempt, but there was a gleam somewhere in his eyes, and he gripped the collector's hand tightly. "Are you proposing what I think you are?"
Perhaps the man had more than one weak point. He would find out. "I am proposing," he said slowly, feeling the warmth inside him increase, "exactly what you wish." Anything else, he knew, would be totally unacceptable.
His companion only laughed, but it had an edge of seductiveness, and Jirarudan knew that he had won.
Pokémon
Airshipping (Giovanni/Jirarudan)
prompt: "the world's most wonderful things"
Rating: PG for implications? At most.
Word Count: 376
Warning: Slightly AU
Negotiations
The office contained rich oak paneling and a desk meant to separate its owner from the rest of the world. And behind the desk sat a man who didn't have to speak to intimidate. Jirarudan stood with a small smile and addressed him.
"I'm a man who appreciates fine things, that's all."
Giovanni shrugged. "And what's that to me?"
"You are the same way, I think?" he said, gesturing to the walls and furniture.
"Some things are only for show," Giovanni answered him.
Jirarudan narrowed his eyes. Yes, that made sense. Beauty, perhaps, did not mean the same thing to Giovanni that it did to him. Yet the man himself was beautiful, in an entirely predatory way.
"Fine Pokemon, perhaps?" the collector persisted.
The other man shook his head, but Jirarudan could see the Persian stretched out beneath the desk, another beautiful and dangerous creature.
"And if I offered to buy the Pokemon you keep here?"
"It's not for sale," Giovanni replied gruffly. Jirarudan almost wanted to laugh when he saw the possessive look on his face. The man did have weak points, though they were well-concealed.
"Can you offer me something unique, then?"
"I've heard of a Pikachu that was... experimental," said Giovanni. "Supposedly there's not another one like it. I have no great interest in electric Pokemon, but if you do..."
Jirarudan tilted his head. "I could offer you something for that." He named a sum, and now Giovanni truly smiled.
"I'll put two of my agents on it."
Jirarudan knew he was being dismissed, but sat down across from him anyway.
"Do you want something else?" Giovanni asked.
Jirarudan reached for his hand over the desk. "Fine things come in many guises," he said in his lilting tone.
Giovanni looked at him with contempt, but there was a gleam somewhere in his eyes, and he gripped the collector's hand tightly. "Are you proposing what I think you are?"
Perhaps the man had more than one weak point. He would find out. "I am proposing," he said slowly, feeling the warmth inside him increase, "exactly what you wish." Anything else, he knew, would be totally unacceptable.
His companion only laughed, but it had an edge of seductiveness, and Jirarudan knew that he had won.