Modesty (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Modesty (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: R
Summary: Lord Ganesh takes a call
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs,
Notes: I doubt anyone here cares, but this takes place in the MK timeline some time soon after Chapter 32.
"So, this is my new office," Ganesh said as the elevator silently deposited them on the topmost floor of the EKC's new headquarters. They walked past a receptionist who was so stunningly gorgeous Charles was not absolutely certain if the party was male or female, and thence through more whispery doors to the single office that occupied the penthouse suite, Ganesh's.
Charles had spent a considerable portion of the previous evening mentally preparing several varieties of remarks to the effect how terribly impressed he was with the surroundings. Although he had gathered by now that Ganesh's identity depended on a certain appearance of modesty, he also realized that, deep down, the god was anything but modest on the subject of his beloved new office tower. He knew Ganesh well enough to discern that no matter what his real impression, he needed to act sincerely blown away.
However, what he actually found himself saying differed somewhat from his carefully prepared remarks. It was instead, "Holy Jesus clusterfuck!"
Which quite did the job.
Ganesh's office was situated on the top floor of a very tall building that, though constrained - or so Ganesh claimed - by the laws of physics, seemed to owe it's erect status as much to magic as to architecture. Ganesh's office window, a grand semicircular affair which yawned from floor to ceiling, and afforded a 270 degree view, was in addition tilted out to at least thirty degrees from the vertical, that one might gain an unobstructed view to the ground, far, far far below, and then out across the construction crane-studded modern part of the city, over the winding river, to the ancient temples and palaces that lay beyond, and then finally the cloud-shrouded celestial mountain ranges far, far away.
It was, most sincerely, and in absence of any pandering to someone from whom he was hoping in the near future to secure blow jobs, one of the most amazing fucking views he had ever seen.
"The Eastern Kingdom is.... What? Eleventh?" Charles asked.
"Curently the world's eleventh largest economy, yes" Ganesh answered.
"I need a bigger fucking office." He stood at the window for a while longer, Ganesh standing nearby. Charles swore he could actually feel him radiating pride. "Up here.... It's like flying."
"Really?"
Charles nodded and looked around. As it turned out, instead of prepared remarks, what he found he really needed was to swiftly find a reason not to be homicidally jealous of Ganesh. As, such a solution, if nothing else, would severely limit the accessibility of any future blow jobs. He observed that office itself was quite nicely furnished as well: tasteful and understated. He imagined Ganesh and Raziel had probably spent endless gleeful evenings poring over fixtures catalogs to select the exact perfect whatchajiggy to go in this or that spot.
It was also unnaturally neat.
He immediately knew what needed to be done.
"Does that door lock?"
Ganesh held up a remote control and clicked it. And then found himself thrown onto his desk, under Charles' admittedly most pleasant assault. "Er, right here?" he laughed.
"Have you ever fucked anyone alongside a better view?" Charles was efficiently unhooking shirt buttons in an attempt to get his lips quickly situated in that spot that tended to make Ganesh divest of foolish things like inhibitions.
Ganesh glanced off through the window. "Admittedly, no. But can't everyone see...."
"We're a hundred floors up."
"One hundred and seventy-three oh gods yes right there."
"Like flying. You'll see."
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Gods yes.... SHIT!" Ganesh sent a hand out to grasp for the buzzing telephone. "I must.... I must take this...."
"Don't let me interrupt you," Sariel muttered, as he was currently finding himself much more intrigued by the contents of Ganesh's trousers.
"Yes, this is Ganesh. Yes, brilliant to.... Brilliant to chat with you as well. The new office? Breathtaking. Yes. Takes.... Oh, it's taking my breath away. Yes, right there.... Er, I have the figures right there.... Oh, yes, it's very exciting. Believe me, I find this exciting. Oh, you don't know how.... Stimulating.... So hard.... So hard to stop my excitement. Yes. Yes. YES.... I.... I.... It's like flying. It's like... Wings... Taken the wings out? OKveryfinechattingwithyoubutIhaveanothercallbye!"
"Was it really like flying?"
"Mmmm?" asked Sariel, his wings curled around Ganesh. "Awful lot like fucking, actually." He gazed lazily around the room, at splayed paper files and overturned pen sets and disjointed paperweights. "Sort of made a mess," he muttered.
"That was your intent, was it not?"
"Hmmmmm?"
"You are quite incredibly jealous?"
"Murderously."
"That is quite splendid!"
"I thought you were Mr. Humble?"
"Oh, really, Sariel. NOBODY is that modest." Ganesh sat up and reached around on the desk for the remote control. He pushed a button, and a wall silently retracted to display a rather commodious washroom.
"Gods dammit, your bathroom is bigger than my fucking office!"
"I consider something like this rather essential," Ganesh explained, setting down the remote. "Angel boyfriend. They tend to get up to mischief.
Sariel had grabbed the remote and was staring at it. "What are you looking for?" Ganesh asked him.
"The button that delivers a pie!"
"We shall go for pie later," Ganesh told him, walking towards the washroom. "Would you like a shower?"
"Don't I need to Court Form first?"
"No need, actually," Ganesh explained, grinning and holding out two sets of arms to their full extent at the washroom threshold for to emphasize his point. He disappeared, and there was the sound of water rushing. "I think you'll find, it's like swimming," he called.
Sariel goggled, tossing the remote aside. "You're right. Pie later."
Author: tikistitch
Rating: R
Summary: Lord Ganesh takes a call
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs,
Notes: I doubt anyone here cares, but this takes place in the MK timeline some time soon after Chapter 32.
"So, this is my new office," Ganesh said as the elevator silently deposited them on the topmost floor of the EKC's new headquarters. They walked past a receptionist who was so stunningly gorgeous Charles was not absolutely certain if the party was male or female, and thence through more whispery doors to the single office that occupied the penthouse suite, Ganesh's.
Charles had spent a considerable portion of the previous evening mentally preparing several varieties of remarks to the effect how terribly impressed he was with the surroundings. Although he had gathered by now that Ganesh's identity depended on a certain appearance of modesty, he also realized that, deep down, the god was anything but modest on the subject of his beloved new office tower. He knew Ganesh well enough to discern that no matter what his real impression, he needed to act sincerely blown away.
However, what he actually found himself saying differed somewhat from his carefully prepared remarks. It was instead, "Holy Jesus clusterfuck!"
Which quite did the job.
Ganesh's office was situated on the top floor of a very tall building that, though constrained - or so Ganesh claimed - by the laws of physics, seemed to owe it's erect status as much to magic as to architecture. Ganesh's office window, a grand semicircular affair which yawned from floor to ceiling, and afforded a 270 degree view, was in addition tilted out to at least thirty degrees from the vertical, that one might gain an unobstructed view to the ground, far, far far below, and then out across the construction crane-studded modern part of the city, over the winding river, to the ancient temples and palaces that lay beyond, and then finally the cloud-shrouded celestial mountain ranges far, far away.
It was, most sincerely, and in absence of any pandering to someone from whom he was hoping in the near future to secure blow jobs, one of the most amazing fucking views he had ever seen.
"The Eastern Kingdom is.... What? Eleventh?" Charles asked.
"Curently the world's eleventh largest economy, yes" Ganesh answered.
"I need a bigger fucking office." He stood at the window for a while longer, Ganesh standing nearby. Charles swore he could actually feel him radiating pride. "Up here.... It's like flying."
"Really?"
Charles nodded and looked around. As it turned out, instead of prepared remarks, what he found he really needed was to swiftly find a reason not to be homicidally jealous of Ganesh. As, such a solution, if nothing else, would severely limit the accessibility of any future blow jobs. He observed that office itself was quite nicely furnished as well: tasteful and understated. He imagined Ganesh and Raziel had probably spent endless gleeful evenings poring over fixtures catalogs to select the exact perfect whatchajiggy to go in this or that spot.
It was also unnaturally neat.
He immediately knew what needed to be done.
"Does that door lock?"
Ganesh held up a remote control and clicked it. And then found himself thrown onto his desk, under Charles' admittedly most pleasant assault. "Er, right here?" he laughed.
"Have you ever fucked anyone alongside a better view?" Charles was efficiently unhooking shirt buttons in an attempt to get his lips quickly situated in that spot that tended to make Ganesh divest of foolish things like inhibitions.
Ganesh glanced off through the window. "Admittedly, no. But can't everyone see...."
"We're a hundred floors up."
"One hundred and seventy-three oh gods yes right there."
"Like flying. You'll see."
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Gods yes.... SHIT!" Ganesh sent a hand out to grasp for the buzzing telephone. "I must.... I must take this...."
"Don't let me interrupt you," Sariel muttered, as he was currently finding himself much more intrigued by the contents of Ganesh's trousers.
"Yes, this is Ganesh. Yes, brilliant to.... Brilliant to chat with you as well. The new office? Breathtaking. Yes. Takes.... Oh, it's taking my breath away. Yes, right there.... Er, I have the figures right there.... Oh, yes, it's very exciting. Believe me, I find this exciting. Oh, you don't know how.... Stimulating.... So hard.... So hard to stop my excitement. Yes. Yes. YES.... I.... I.... It's like flying. It's like... Wings... Taken the wings out? OKveryfinechattingwithyoubutIhaveanothercallbye!"
"Was it really like flying?"
"Mmmm?" asked Sariel, his wings curled around Ganesh. "Awful lot like fucking, actually." He gazed lazily around the room, at splayed paper files and overturned pen sets and disjointed paperweights. "Sort of made a mess," he muttered.
"That was your intent, was it not?"
"Hmmmmm?"
"You are quite incredibly jealous?"
"Murderously."
"That is quite splendid!"
"I thought you were Mr. Humble?"
"Oh, really, Sariel. NOBODY is that modest." Ganesh sat up and reached around on the desk for the remote control. He pushed a button, and a wall silently retracted to display a rather commodious washroom.
"Gods dammit, your bathroom is bigger than my fucking office!"
"I consider something like this rather essential," Ganesh explained, setting down the remote. "Angel boyfriend. They tend to get up to mischief.
Sariel had grabbed the remote and was staring at it. "What are you looking for?" Ganesh asked him.
"The button that delivers a pie!"
"We shall go for pie later," Ganesh told him, walking towards the washroom. "Would you like a shower?"
"Don't I need to Court Form first?"
"No need, actually," Ganesh explained, grinning and holding out two sets of arms to their full extent at the washroom threshold for to emphasize his point. He disappeared, and there was the sound of water rushing. "I think you'll find, it's like swimming," he called.
Sariel goggled, tossing the remote aside. "You're right. Pie later."
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Date: 2011-03-17 01:26 am (UTC)