Drabble Cascade #132 - "Osmosis"
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FB3X Drabble Cascade #132 word of week: "Osmosis"
Title: In Pursuit of Knowledge (PG, m/m, paranormal)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
A miasma of temptation permeated the glade and Lionel watched a mist wend its way between the trees' trunks towards him, feeling his cock harden. He should rise and throw more wood on the fire, he thought, not taking his eyes off what approached and missed the slow seeping of knowledge into him.
“Don’t go in there,” Edwin warned. “Lost someone from my village in The Devil’s Dell. He’s one of Satan’s Paramours now; spends his time in the city’s brothels, opening his mouth and spreading his legs wide. He’s damned good at his corrupting ways. I often visit him.”
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Date: 2015-10-03 05:32 am (UTC)Drew hadn't seen Ren in AGES. His lover had just finished a mammoth wedding cake project yesterday - a gigantic, eight tier, intricate, sculpted monstrosity intended to feed five hundred guests and which owed as much to the local hardware store for it's structural integrity as it did to Ren's baking skills. Ren had begun preparing for the event months ago - baking the cakes and freezing them, making what seemed like a ton of fondant from scratch (Ren prided himself in doing *everything* from scratch), hand-making all the tiny, intricate decorations and storing them. But there was only so much you could do in advance and still present a fresh, edible, and most importantly, delicious cake, so the last two days had been a frantic and exhausting marathon of cake construction. Ren had roped everyone he could lay his hands on into helping (including, much to Drew's disgruntlement, most of Drew's kitchen hands at one time or another) and Drew had called in a favor from a friend and gotten her in to serve as pastry chef for the last week so Ren could focus exclusively on the cake.
When the cake had finally been delivered and constructed at the wedding venue (they had to hire a van especially to fit it in), Ren had staggered back into the restaurant, collapsed dramatically at Drew's feet, and declared that tomorrow would be a Day Off.
Sadly, while Ren could take the time, Drew still had a restaurant to run - and his special monthly Sunday Roast lunch service was exceedingly popular, even in spring. It was strange not to have Ren somewhere nearby in the kitchen (even if it was just lurking at the back of the pizza oven, or trying to crawl up into the salamander when Drew wasn't looking) and Drew hadn't seen him in HOURS. Despite his bustling, mid-service kitchen, Drew was lonely.
"I'm taking a break," he called over to his sous chef, Katie. The woman nodded, but didn't reply, her attention remaining focused on the pass and the dishes she was ensuring were perfect before they were sent out. Drew pulled of his gloves, wiped his forehead with his kerchief, and headed up to the stairs leading to his apartment.
Only Ren wasn't there.
Drew bit his lip in frustration. How could you lose a four foot long (six if you counted the entire length of his tail) lizard?? The only other place he could be was . . . well, Drew supposed it was possible. It *was* spring (thank the little gods for small favors - winter and summer were NOT ideal cake decorating seasons) and Ren did occasionally stray outside to sun himself.
Drew headed back down the stairs, this time taking the short passageway that lead out the back door into the kitchen garden. The breeze was cool but soft on his sweaty brow, and the air was fragrant with burgeoning herbs. But no smoky, slightly acrid scent of large lizard.
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Date: 2015-10-03 05:32 am (UTC)A faint, tickling murmur sounded in his head, and Drew grinned. One of the many advantages of loving a large, magical reptile was the weak bond their physical relationship created between them. Drew was very rarely consciously aware of it, although he understood it was somewhat more present for Ren, and Ren told him that if they stopped sleeping together for any length of time, it would fade completely.
Drew snorted - like that was ever going to happen.
He had to admit, though, he'd been a little disappointed when Ren had laughed at him when he'd suggested it was like a soul bond or mating bond or something equally silly that he'd read in one of his romance novels. Things like that didn't exist, Ren had told him - at least not in a good way that didn't involve blood and pain and enslavement. This connection was merely a . . . residue . . . as it were, of Drew and Ren connecting physically.
Much like the cum Drew left in his arse when they fucked, Ren had smirked cheekily.
Didn't matter anyway, because once the impish smile had faded from Ren's face, he'd taken Drew's head in his big strong hand and pressed a tender kiss to Drew's forehead. They didn't need some magical bond to keep them together - they had had a deep and abiding love, which was the connection that God and nature had provided to deal with such things.
Drew shook his head and did his best to consciously focus on the bond . . residue . . magical dried semen . . whatever. It was barely there, nothing stronger than the whisper of wind that was caressing his cheek at the same time, but he followed it around the side of the building to the formal rose garden.
His brow furrowed in puzzlement - there was no way Ren would be sunning himself around here. Sure the garden was one of the warmest sunniest places on the property at the moment, but because of that it was also filled with diners sitting at tables on the outdoor patio. And there was nowhere a huge jewel colored lizard . . . Drew waited and was rewarded - ::salamander:: - could hide.
He let the continued whisp of a word lead him over to a bright pink rose bush, curiosity warring with confusion. He bent over the velvety blooms as if to sniff them and there . . . well, knock him down with a feather - he hadn't realized Ren could make himself that small. There was his love, curled up in a sun kissed bloom.
(Inspired by this).
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SQUEEeeeeeee
Date: 2015-10-04 02:39 am (UTC)Now to pick the flower and put it in a glass of water in the sunlight coming through the window or leave Ren to his sunning where he is?
You want a continuation of the drabble for this? I shall have to think where and what.
Re: SQUEEeeeeeee
Date: 2015-10-04 02:55 am (UTC)Did you know that they make Smush Cakes for Birthday Parties. Made for the small child to smush with small hands and fingers. White fluffy icing decorated with piped swirls around the rim on the top, no food coloring because some little peoples shouldn't have those. And then there's the cake for everyone else which I didn't have any of either.
Birthday boy didn't smush his but tentatively touched it with 'A' finger. His mommy had to take his finger and scoop up a dollop of frosting and then stick it in his mouth. First bite of cake and icing. First bite of ice cream. He's a very dainty eater. Not much mess.
Re: SQUEEeeeeeee
Date: 2015-10-04 05:41 am (UTC)Re: SQUEEeeeeeee
Date: 2015-10-04 05:48 am (UTC)There was an amused tickle in Drew's mind, and a faint compulsion to pick the small lizard - salamander - up.
That gave him pause - Ren was *tiny*. Drew could easily crush him, or break those small limbs, or worst of all - accidentally pull his tail off. That had happened to Ren once, and Ren still wore the scars of it. Drew shuddered.
And he'd never get his fingers into the rose to pluck Ren out without ruining the bloom . . .
Drew tried not to sputter as an image of another kind of 'bloom' being 'plucked' floated across his mind.
"Is that a promise?"
An affirmative, and a more insistent request to be picked up.
In the end, Drew pulled out his utility scissors and snipped the flower from the bush - a completely innocent action from the viewpoint of his diners. He gently upended the rose over his outstretch hand, and chuckled as the small salamander tumbled out and stretched sinuously on the middle of his palm.
Another faint compulsion - this time to put Ren in a pocket. Drew complied, safely tucking his lover into the chest pocket of his chef's whites. He felt the salamander wriggle around, getting comfortable, only a small bulge visible in Drew's tunic.
And that's where Ren stayed for the rest of the lunch service, tucked up in Drew's pocket while he cooked, laying snugly right over Drew's heart.
Right where he should be.
(I took a liberty - chef's whites don't usually have chest pockets).
Re: SQUEEeeeeeee
Date: 2015-10-07 05:17 pm (UTC)"Well evidently whatever the flower answered got it picked," his companion answered in amusement.
"So you don't mind that the chef is probably crazy and might have poisoned us with his creations?"
His companion scooped up a spoonful of his dessert putting it in his mouth and moaned, "what a way to go."
"That's it. Waiter, please box up the rest of our desserts, we'll take them to go," and readjusted himself in his suddenly too tight pants.
Re: SQUEEeeeeeee
Date: 2015-10-07 06:27 pm (UTC)Hehehehe.
Re: SQUEEeeeeeee
Date: 2015-10-07 07:34 pm (UTC)Re: SQUEEeeeeeee
Date: 2015-10-04 07:06 am (UTC)Ren sez: SALAMANDER!!!