charisstoma

Title: Archives: Varen vs. Faisal.
Author: charisstoma
Summary: Mee_eep made a request, I think. Faisal and a dragon djinn romance.. or something.
Word count: 625

Faisal had been busy assembling lists of things needed and things needed doing in addition to his normal duties. Well not all his previous normal duties for most of the more personal items required to keep the Master had been taken over by Steve. And wasn’t Faisal happy to give over finding, collecting, and seeing to their cleansing of things like the Master’s smelly socks. Some things only a person should do for themselves or have someone who would love them no matter what to do it for them. The Archive staff were fairly professional in their attention to duties but snickering did manifest when overhearing outraged comments about finding a used pair of underwear on the bathroom floor AGAIN were cut short with a meep followed by soft rhythmic moans. Faisal was not going to think about that right now. Not when confronted by a tall, broad shouldered, intimidating dragon djinn. He was too busy trying not to meep himself.

Varen looked down at the small compact bundle of bristling agitation. A cute little kitten of a djinn puffing up trying to look big and vicious. Sent to assure that Steve was indeed here of his own free will and happy, he thought he could stretch that to staying at the Archive on protection detail. Baxter would like that and Varen thought he might too as he eyed the round curved ass-istant he was following to quarters assigned to him. Glancing around the rooms, which were spacious even by dragon standards, he noticed jewel colored silk covering a large substantial bed in the inner room. Lush accommodations not too distant from the Master Librarian’s rooms. Turning to Faisal he commented that he would be quite comfortable but just in case, where were Faisal’s own quarters if he found he had any extra needs during the night.

A blush crept up into Faisal’s cheeks as he thought of what reason Varen would need to seek him out during the night. Images of firm touches and hard ..kisses and straddling a certain dragon’s lap naked skin to naked skin… Faisal meeped aloud then scowled as a predatory smile carved its path on the face above him. Two did NOT have to play this game, then found that his tongue had other ideas. “IF you have any needs, my rooms are at the far end of the hall.” Faisal made a mental note to add changing his rooms so they were at least temporarily further away from their present location. No sense for the dragon to know that they were normally on the other side of the wall from the rooms allotted to Varen. He did not need to have the dragon possibly over hearing Faisal’s self pleasuring tonight, or any night, to rid himself of a heated sexual appetite with dragon djinn on the menu.

“I will leave you to make yourself comfortable before I return to give you a tour of the Archives. Please don‘t wander off before I can slap a barcode on you for easy acquisition,” he spluttered correcting himself, “location.” After the Steve incident he was more conscious and had the grace to apologize, “Sorry.” Hesitantly he continued, “I’m normally in the business of dealing with archive materials. I can provide a barcode and perhaps a communication pendant for your use. They might prove helpful until you are more familiar with the facility. Of course, I’m always available for your needs,” he verbally stumbled and continued faintly, “if you have any.” “I’ll just go now, shall I?” and Faisal beat a hasty retreat mentally slapping his head against the wall as he went. It was perhaps best that he did not see the fires that burned in the eyes that followed him.