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charisstomaTitle: Fear
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: Lustful Liaison ‘verse.
Rating: PG
Pairing: slash off screen
Word count: 1188
Summary: Theotherdibbler brought up NaZoWriMo and this happened, Halloween Poem. This is what followed after.
Dick snuck out of Lustful Liaisons early before the morning sun was up, leaving behind his djinn mate in sated exhausted sleep. He could feel repentant, he supposed, for calling a halt to Zombie Movie Night but enough had been enough. Five hours of shrieks, groans, screams, and ‘oh noes’ had been more than a person should have to listen to from the next room where he was trying to read. The fact that he’d hoped to have a romantic weekend, what with the munchkin djinn visiting their big brother and his lover, that had been derailed due to zombies had been at the core of his aggravation.
To escape retribution he was going to hide out at Pleasures Coffee House and pretend to work. Well not pretend exactly. There was always work that could be done and Dick believed in rising to the occasion in a time of need. If he was going to make an appearance of working then he would work, at something useful, even if it wasn’t something he normally delved into.
This is why he was busy opening recently arrived boxes. Really no chore at all, it was like Christmas in a way. There was always the excitement of what he’d find after slitting the sealing tape closures. He would have slit the plastic pouch and remove the packing slip first of course; open it up but lay it face down so he couldn’t peek. Why ruin the surprise after all.
Shaking the boxes was part of the fun. Was the box heavy or light? Depending on which it was would lead to conjectures of what had been ordered that had that weight to box size ratio. Yes, definitely Christmas in nature especially knowing that it probably was something that had been ordered for that holiday’s stocking (and other places) stuffing considering that it was less than two months before the Yule gift-giving time. He made a note to himself to keep an eye out for something that his family of djinn might like, with attention to something that would catch the interest of Kain. A smile spread as he thought that maybe the babies would like to visit their big brother again just before the holiday.
The box before him looked promising. Hmm. No packing list. Maybe it was inside. The smaller select manufacturers would sometimes stick them inside.
Not too heavy.
Didn’t rattle, but something did shift when he tipped it to one side while searching for the ’what’s enclosed’ pouch. Picking up the box cutter, he neatly slit the packing tape down the center seam then did the first one side and then the other. Spreading open the two sides he could see the white Styrofoam peanut packing material peeking up through the space between the remaining box flaps. Shuddering at the potential mess of peanuts escaping through the backroom, an ever present irritation when trying to maintain some semblance of control of the work environment, Dick reached carefully into the box to feel around for the contents.
Freezing in place, he could swear something moved within. A deep rustling that followed had the hair on his arms creeping towards vertical. There was no way he’d be able put his hands back into the box that they’d just jerked themselves safely out of. Heart beating faster, he took a moment for dark thoughts of djinn and their movies. Inhaling a deep breath for steadiness and reminding himself that there were no such things as zombies outside of fiction.. Really.. Not counting those poor superstitious individuals who’d been given some witchdoctor’s magic powder to make them think themselves turned into such. They. Did not. Exist.
Dick considered his options; he could dump the contents of the box on the floor. Packing peanuts would be all over and it would be a bitch to clean up but if he did it slowly, tilting the box just sufficiently to see what was inside, not too many would escape to need to be hunted, trapped, and returned to their corrugated cardboard prison . And the item inside shouldn’t be damaged.
Ooooor, he could reseal the box and set it off to one side for some other victim to open. That sounded like a very good plan, but Dick couldn’t be a dick to someone else like that. He’d opened the box. Growling; he’d unpack the box. It only took a moment to discount the question of, ‘did he need to write a note to Kain, telling him that he loved him very, very much?’.
Growling again at his nervousness, somehow the 24 inch cube of a box just happened to get bumped over on it’s side. He could swear that giggles echoed from the escapees but that didn’t last long as a stunted limb of flesh twitched into life, undulating amidst the unnatural snow of the packing. The limb seemed to have awakened others of its kind for now the contents squirmed trying to work their way out of the confining container.
Scrambling back and reaching for his cell phone to call for help, he stretched his hand out to feel for the weapon of choice for dealing with errant packing materials that just happened to be near the exit. He ‘was’ reaching for the broom, damn it, ‘not’ the door knob. He prayed that Kain was semi-conscious enough to answer his call. All Dick got out was a gurgle of, “HELP”, before Kain magicked himself groggily and still naked into the room.
The first thing Kain saw was his Dick clutching ‘the evil disturber of his sleep’ and a broom held in a military fashion, ready to beat something to death. Directing his now alert eyes towards where his stalwartly fright denying lover was staring, he perceived a box with the peanuty contents spilling out onto the floor. Fleshy movement could be seen amongst the blinding whiteness but Kain was a Master Djinn and would admit no fear regardless of Zombie Movie Night just past. A purse of his lips blew the pellets out from whatever hid within and revealed the fleshy limbs for what they were. Huge dildos, about the length and girth of one of the younger djinn’s arms but still just vibrating undulating dildos. Hmm. Undulating.
Trying to keep his face straight, Kain pulled his eyes away from the pile to the horrified face of his Dick. With only a slight tremble to his voice, he asked his lover if he needed more help and wouldn’t he like to come, with a slight pause in his words, back to bed now. Dick, not taking his eyes off the mess, nodded his head, made a vaguely helpless gesture with the broom at the box. Slow smile making its appearance, the box was as it had been before opening as Kain swept his Dick up and into their bed for more of their special kind of recreation. No doubt the undulating box contents might have inspired him to think of ways that his Dick could be aided in overcoming his manfully concealed fright; after all, it had worked for him last night.
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: Lustful Liaison ‘verse.
Rating: PG
Pairing: slash off screen
Word count: 1188
Summary: Theotherdibbler brought up NaZoWriMo and this happened, Halloween Poem. This is what followed after.
Dick snuck out of Lustful Liaisons early before the morning sun was up, leaving behind his djinn mate in sated exhausted sleep. He could feel repentant, he supposed, for calling a halt to Zombie Movie Night but enough had been enough. Five hours of shrieks, groans, screams, and ‘oh noes’ had been more than a person should have to listen to from the next room where he was trying to read. The fact that he’d hoped to have a romantic weekend, what with the munchkin djinn visiting their big brother and his lover, that had been derailed due to zombies had been at the core of his aggravation.
To escape retribution he was going to hide out at Pleasures Coffee House and pretend to work. Well not pretend exactly. There was always work that could be done and Dick believed in rising to the occasion in a time of need. If he was going to make an appearance of working then he would work, at something useful, even if it wasn’t something he normally delved into.
This is why he was busy opening recently arrived boxes. Really no chore at all, it was like Christmas in a way. There was always the excitement of what he’d find after slitting the sealing tape closures. He would have slit the plastic pouch and remove the packing slip first of course; open it up but lay it face down so he couldn’t peek. Why ruin the surprise after all.
Shaking the boxes was part of the fun. Was the box heavy or light? Depending on which it was would lead to conjectures of what had been ordered that had that weight to box size ratio. Yes, definitely Christmas in nature especially knowing that it probably was something that had been ordered for that holiday’s stocking (and other places) stuffing considering that it was less than two months before the Yule gift-giving time. He made a note to himself to keep an eye out for something that his family of djinn might like, with attention to something that would catch the interest of Kain. A smile spread as he thought that maybe the babies would like to visit their big brother again just before the holiday.
The box before him looked promising. Hmm. No packing list. Maybe it was inside. The smaller select manufacturers would sometimes stick them inside.
Not too heavy.
Didn’t rattle, but something did shift when he tipped it to one side while searching for the ’what’s enclosed’ pouch. Picking up the box cutter, he neatly slit the packing tape down the center seam then did the first one side and then the other. Spreading open the two sides he could see the white Styrofoam peanut packing material peeking up through the space between the remaining box flaps. Shuddering at the potential mess of peanuts escaping through the backroom, an ever present irritation when trying to maintain some semblance of control of the work environment, Dick reached carefully into the box to feel around for the contents.
Freezing in place, he could swear something moved within. A deep rustling that followed had the hair on his arms creeping towards vertical. There was no way he’d be able put his hands back into the box that they’d just jerked themselves safely out of. Heart beating faster, he took a moment for dark thoughts of djinn and their movies. Inhaling a deep breath for steadiness and reminding himself that there were no such things as zombies outside of fiction.. Really.. Not counting those poor superstitious individuals who’d been given some witchdoctor’s magic powder to make them think themselves turned into such. They. Did not. Exist.
Dick considered his options; he could dump the contents of the box on the floor. Packing peanuts would be all over and it would be a bitch to clean up but if he did it slowly, tilting the box just sufficiently to see what was inside, not too many would escape to need to be hunted, trapped, and returned to their corrugated cardboard prison . And the item inside shouldn’t be damaged.
Ooooor, he could reseal the box and set it off to one side for some other victim to open. That sounded like a very good plan, but Dick couldn’t be a dick to someone else like that. He’d opened the box. Growling; he’d unpack the box. It only took a moment to discount the question of, ‘did he need to write a note to Kain, telling him that he loved him very, very much?’.
Growling again at his nervousness, somehow the 24 inch cube of a box just happened to get bumped over on it’s side. He could swear that giggles echoed from the escapees but that didn’t last long as a stunted limb of flesh twitched into life, undulating amidst the unnatural snow of the packing. The limb seemed to have awakened others of its kind for now the contents squirmed trying to work their way out of the confining container.
Scrambling back and reaching for his cell phone to call for help, he stretched his hand out to feel for the weapon of choice for dealing with errant packing materials that just happened to be near the exit. He ‘was’ reaching for the broom, damn it, ‘not’ the door knob. He prayed that Kain was semi-conscious enough to answer his call. All Dick got out was a gurgle of, “HELP”, before Kain magicked himself groggily and still naked into the room.
The first thing Kain saw was his Dick clutching ‘the evil disturber of his sleep’ and a broom held in a military fashion, ready to beat something to death. Directing his now alert eyes towards where his stalwartly fright denying lover was staring, he perceived a box with the peanuty contents spilling out onto the floor. Fleshy movement could be seen amongst the blinding whiteness but Kain was a Master Djinn and would admit no fear regardless of Zombie Movie Night just past. A purse of his lips blew the pellets out from whatever hid within and revealed the fleshy limbs for what they were. Huge dildos, about the length and girth of one of the younger djinn’s arms but still just vibrating undulating dildos. Hmm. Undulating.
Trying to keep his face straight, Kain pulled his eyes away from the pile to the horrified face of his Dick. With only a slight tremble to his voice, he asked his lover if he needed more help and wouldn’t he like to come, with a slight pause in his words, back to bed now. Dick, not taking his eyes off the mess, nodded his head, made a vaguely helpless gesture with the broom at the box. Slow smile making its appearance, the box was as it had been before opening as Kain swept his Dick up and into their bed for more of their special kind of recreation. No doubt the undulating box contents might have inspired him to think of ways that his Dick could be aided in overcoming his manfully concealed fright; after all, it had worked for him last night.
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Date: 2010-11-04 04:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-04 05:01 am (UTC)edits: And ALIVE damn it.
Have discovered I'm predjudiced.
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Date: 2010-11-04 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-04 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-04 05:04 am (UTC)*will read later when not supposed to be working*
*resists really hard*
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Date: 2010-11-04 05:25 am (UTC)*grins* Yes, I can do that too. Live Journal isn't blocked from school, an oversight on their part, and I have the same problem.
At least when I'm researching science or history items, it can be termed searching for patron informational needs, present and possible future.
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Date: 2010-11-04 08:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-04 05:46 am (UTC)That's just...priceless, I love Dick not being a dick and naked Kain appearing.
I think our Djinni have a Halloween week not night! well I guess with all the different doorways they can get away with it ;)
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Date: 2010-11-05 12:06 am (UTC)NoZoWriMo.. the Mo is all month until we die and even then......
Kain loves his Dick. Of course he'd stumble to the rescue, in all his clothinglessness and from the depths of sleep, to save his Dick. Kain LOVES DICK!
*growls at you for pointing out that I've been successfully baited*
*growl* *growl* *growl*
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Date: 2010-11-05 04:18 pm (UTC)Yes, Kain does Love his Dick ;)
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Date: 2010-11-05 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-05 11:32 pm (UTC)Prepare for a info dump
Date: 2010-11-06 12:09 am (UTC)We now return you to your regularly scheduled mental processes.
Re: Prepare for a info dump
Date: 2010-11-06 12:49 am (UTC)Ahh the classics *snicker* I'm not a fan of horror
being a total whimpZombies if visiting LL should be slapstick and fun. ...oh a Zombie client?! *posts plunnies*no subject
Date: 2010-11-04 07:51 am (UTC)I guess something bumped the box and turned them on - I don't blame Dick for being wary about getting too close though, I don't think I'd want to stick my hand into a box of unknown moving things, especially right after Zombie night. XP
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Date: 2010-11-05 12:13 am (UTC)It could be that something inside the box turned them on.. remember those the giggles of the escaping packing peanuts. It was a prison break maybe?
Thank you evil person.
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Date: 2010-11-05 08:25 am (UTC)*head desk*
Date: 2010-11-05 10:13 pm (UTC)No I don't think we've done that one yet. *sighs* So many containers so little words/mind.
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Date: 2010-11-06 12:54 am (UTC)*feels guilty* *hides giggling*no subject
Date: 2010-11-04 09:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-05 12:25 am (UTC)I loved opening the book boxes when I worked in a name brand bookstore. Everyday was Christmas. Did notice that they didn't want you to read them then though, something about 'working'. *grins*
Thank you for reading and commenting. *hugs*
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Date: 2010-11-06 12:59 am (UTC)I've always liked the idea of running a used book shop-cafe though, where you could get away with browsing, see a lot of old favourites but make money on the coffee. Also because frothy coffee goes well with a book as long as it's not spilt ;) but damn customers who'd want actual serving when you got to the good bits! .....'your coffee will arrive as soon as XXX finishes XX XXXX!!!!! now shush'