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charisstoma) wrote2010-09-08 01:26 am
charisstoma) wrote2010-09-08 01:26 am
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Realization part deux
Title: Realization part deux
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: original. mee_eep’s challenge. Lustful Liaisons verse.
follows from here
Rating: G
Pairing: Slash
Word count:1128
Warnings: feelings of abandonment by a lover
Summary: Kain forgets or maybe he never knew that communication is important in a relationship.
Steve was on an important mission that required discretion. Kain had told him to try to tap into the Ancient Library of the Djinn if it had become on-line accessible. If its resources were not modernized, he was to find its location and determine what was required to temporarily acquire some of its materials.
*******
The staff of Lustful Liaison had noticed that Kain was acting odd lately. His eyes lingering more often, if that was possible, on his lover and his hands were finding more opportunities to stroke over that same person. That wasn’t too outside of what they’d seen of the lovers’ activities in the past. Yet the Master’s attention seemed to also be straying in Steve’s direction. Greg, Marti, and Ken being the other office djinn, didn’t understand what was taking place but were trying to be of aid by attempting to complete Steve‘s unfinished tasks for him. This was not easy as they were all banned from using the computer.
**********
Consternation was the main emotion as Steve, a few days later, barged into the bedroom interrupting the Master and Dick from their usual noisy enjoyment. Dick had retreated into hurt confusion as Kain had gotten up, leaving him there in the bed alone. Looping his arm around the other djinn in a hug, he’d followed him out to his keyboard for the rest of the day. When this activity had repeated itself for many days, Dick had opted for long visits to the neighborhood Coffee House where the staff would sometimes find him idly staring at the walls of toys with a look of loss in his eyes. It probably didn’t help the situation that Steve was going around with a either a smirk or a glazed look on his face after spending large amounts of time with the Master Djinn.
*****
Dick took a look at himself and thought that it wasn’t enough. How could he compete against another djinn for his lover’s affection? He was only human. He’d taken himself off and applied for a job at the Coffee House he’d been frequenting lately. With a sad sigh he’d realized, no one, meaning Kain, had seemed to care he wasn’t around as much. It had gotten so bad he’d tried to sneak a box in from Pleasures to pack his things but the staff had spirited it away while he wasn‘t looking. The only comfort he had was that at the end of the day an exhausted Kain still curled protectively around him at night. Perhaps Kain’s passion for him had burned itself out. He wasn’t alluring like most at the Agency; there was nothing special about him. He was just the ‘Dick’ that belonged to Kain. As Dick left the building, a glance back revealed Kain leaning over the keyboard, lovingly fingering it with an broad smile spread across his face. Seeing it brought an ache of memory of when those touches had been for him.
There wasn’t much he needed to take from the Agency building. Pictures of Baxter and Kain in happier times, pictures of the staff, a couple changes of clothes. The rest he could leave. Pleasures had a generous employee discount, so he could always get himself a few toys to compensate once he was over the loss of Kain’s loving. It wouldn’t be the same, but it was better to break it off before the humiliation of being told to leave. At least the focus required for accounting and keeping track of inventory kept his thoughts occupied. It was amazing the amount of business that poured through the Coffee House. He’d survive...somehow. Sighing, he reminded himself to ask about the live-in flat at work that had been mentioned to him when he was hired. If he took a longer lunch, he’d have time to buy the essentials, stop off at the Agency to pick up those few things he couldn’t live without and be out the door before anyone noticed he wasn’t around anymore. It was better this way. Now if he could just not start tearing up. Mentally he made note to buy tissues. It looked like he was going to need them.
******
Kain crawled into bed, not having turned on the light as he didn’t want to wake up his Dick. He was exhausted. He and Steve had found the reference to a class of spells that might work at marrying the life forces of two individuals together. Evidently, Kain was not the only djinn in history who’d fallen in love, or hate as seemed to be the case from some of the histories, with a being that needed a longevity adjustment. A stretch of arms to gather his Dick close met smooth empty bed, even when hands slid further to the mattress edges in searching there was nothing. A click of the light confirmed that his lover was elsewhere. The scrying dish found the who he was looking for in minutes. He was too tired for this. A jerk of magic had his lover tumbled into his arms. It was a sad leaking Dick he held close in the bed while murmuring what were suppose to be soft comforting hushes. Tiredly saying that they’d talk in the morning between a few limp kisses, he scattered the spell to give them both rest.
*********
Dick woke wondering what and how and why he was back in their bed. Then he’d gotten angry remembering the way Kain had just magicked him home and tucked him under his chin before falling asleep. ‘What was he to his once-was djinn lover, a big teddy bear?!’ Outraged, he realized that Kain wasn’t even in the bed anymore. So much for talking in the morning! Dick struggled out of the confining covers, curses fuming in his mind about stupid djinn sheets. He’d learned a few things from living amongst the djinn. He might not be djinn quality talent but he could spin a few lower class spells. Kain was going to get his talking to but first he was going to wear an early morning breakfast ‘with juice’ and then he was going to get zapped. He’d find his Dick was not something to play with when he felt like it and then tucked away when he didn‘t. He was not going to be made to feel powerless. In retrospect, he might have underestimated the effects of strong emotion and spell work. Steve was going to need a new keyboard and Kain had been laid out on the floor blinking for at least a quarter of an hour. Dick spent his day hiding under his desk at work with his accounting books piled around him, grinning. He’d turned Kain into a strobe light.
Continues here
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: original. mee_eep’s challenge. Lustful Liaisons verse.
follows from here
Rating: G
Pairing: Slash
Word count:1128
Warnings: feelings of abandonment by a lover
Summary: Kain forgets or maybe he never knew that communication is important in a relationship.
Steve was on an important mission that required discretion. Kain had told him to try to tap into the Ancient Library of the Djinn if it had become on-line accessible. If its resources were not modernized, he was to find its location and determine what was required to temporarily acquire some of its materials.
*******
The staff of Lustful Liaison had noticed that Kain was acting odd lately. His eyes lingering more often, if that was possible, on his lover and his hands were finding more opportunities to stroke over that same person. That wasn’t too outside of what they’d seen of the lovers’ activities in the past. Yet the Master’s attention seemed to also be straying in Steve’s direction. Greg, Marti, and Ken being the other office djinn, didn’t understand what was taking place but were trying to be of aid by attempting to complete Steve‘s unfinished tasks for him. This was not easy as they were all banned from using the computer.
**********
Consternation was the main emotion as Steve, a few days later, barged into the bedroom interrupting the Master and Dick from their usual noisy enjoyment. Dick had retreated into hurt confusion as Kain had gotten up, leaving him there in the bed alone. Looping his arm around the other djinn in a hug, he’d followed him out to his keyboard for the rest of the day. When this activity had repeated itself for many days, Dick had opted for long visits to the neighborhood Coffee House where the staff would sometimes find him idly staring at the walls of toys with a look of loss in his eyes. It probably didn’t help the situation that Steve was going around with a either a smirk or a glazed look on his face after spending large amounts of time with the Master Djinn.
*****
Dick took a look at himself and thought that it wasn’t enough. How could he compete against another djinn for his lover’s affection? He was only human. He’d taken himself off and applied for a job at the Coffee House he’d been frequenting lately. With a sad sigh he’d realized, no one, meaning Kain, had seemed to care he wasn’t around as much. It had gotten so bad he’d tried to sneak a box in from Pleasures to pack his things but the staff had spirited it away while he wasn‘t looking. The only comfort he had was that at the end of the day an exhausted Kain still curled protectively around him at night. Perhaps Kain’s passion for him had burned itself out. He wasn’t alluring like most at the Agency; there was nothing special about him. He was just the ‘Dick’ that belonged to Kain. As Dick left the building, a glance back revealed Kain leaning over the keyboard, lovingly fingering it with an broad smile spread across his face. Seeing it brought an ache of memory of when those touches had been for him.
There wasn’t much he needed to take from the Agency building. Pictures of Baxter and Kain in happier times, pictures of the staff, a couple changes of clothes. The rest he could leave. Pleasures had a generous employee discount, so he could always get himself a few toys to compensate once he was over the loss of Kain’s loving. It wouldn’t be the same, but it was better to break it off before the humiliation of being told to leave. At least the focus required for accounting and keeping track of inventory kept his thoughts occupied. It was amazing the amount of business that poured through the Coffee House. He’d survive...somehow. Sighing, he reminded himself to ask about the live-in flat at work that had been mentioned to him when he was hired. If he took a longer lunch, he’d have time to buy the essentials, stop off at the Agency to pick up those few things he couldn’t live without and be out the door before anyone noticed he wasn’t around anymore. It was better this way. Now if he could just not start tearing up. Mentally he made note to buy tissues. It looked like he was going to need them.
******
Kain crawled into bed, not having turned on the light as he didn’t want to wake up his Dick. He was exhausted. He and Steve had found the reference to a class of spells that might work at marrying the life forces of two individuals together. Evidently, Kain was not the only djinn in history who’d fallen in love, or hate as seemed to be the case from some of the histories, with a being that needed a longevity adjustment. A stretch of arms to gather his Dick close met smooth empty bed, even when hands slid further to the mattress edges in searching there was nothing. A click of the light confirmed that his lover was elsewhere. The scrying dish found the who he was looking for in minutes. He was too tired for this. A jerk of magic had his lover tumbled into his arms. It was a sad leaking Dick he held close in the bed while murmuring what were suppose to be soft comforting hushes. Tiredly saying that they’d talk in the morning between a few limp kisses, he scattered the spell to give them both rest.
*********
Dick woke wondering what and how and why he was back in their bed. Then he’d gotten angry remembering the way Kain had just magicked him home and tucked him under his chin before falling asleep. ‘What was he to his once-was djinn lover, a big teddy bear?!’ Outraged, he realized that Kain wasn’t even in the bed anymore. So much for talking in the morning! Dick struggled out of the confining covers, curses fuming in his mind about stupid djinn sheets. He’d learned a few things from living amongst the djinn. He might not be djinn quality talent but he could spin a few lower class spells. Kain was going to get his talking to but first he was going to wear an early morning breakfast ‘with juice’ and then he was going to get zapped. He’d find his Dick was not something to play with when he felt like it and then tucked away when he didn‘t. He was not going to be made to feel powerless. In retrospect, he might have underestimated the effects of strong emotion and spell work. Steve was going to need a new keyboard and Kain had been laid out on the floor blinking for at least a quarter of an hour. Dick spent his day hiding under his desk at work with his accounting books piled around him, grinning. He’d turned Kain into a strobe light.
Continues here