Barely Legal (Mythklok AU Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Barely Legal (Mythklok AU Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sariel’s eighteenth birthday, and the consequences
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: This was sushi’s suggestion, but it seemed to come out very different when I wrote it. By the way, this is a REALLY different tone than the other “Baby Sariel” pieces. You have been warned.
Lord Ganesh roused, and felt the weight on top of him. Many years ago, specifically, eighteen years ago, when he was a baby, Sariel would occasionally fall asleep lying contentedly on Ganesh’s stomach. Now, Ganesh felt a range of emotions. Contented was not one of them.
Ganesh felt himself to be an honorable man in an odd situation: assigned to raise the reincarnated baby of his fated true love.
Sariel had been so different then, a tiny infant with downy wings. But, as an immortal, Ganesh had not changed in the least. Ganesh was just the same.
Though Ganesh had never for a moment disavowed his ultimate intentions, he had insisted that there was to be no untoward physical contact between the two of them until Sariel had reached the age of eighteen. For many years, therefore, although he held out in his mind the ultimate possibility, he had banished any such consideration from his quotidien interactions with Sariel.
However, as the relevant birthday approached, Ganesh found himself more and more second-guessing the ethical soundness of his plan. At Ganesh’s insistence, Sariel had applied to a number of human universities, and, having been accepted, was currently making plans to move away from home – Ganesh’s home - for the duration. Ganesh had decided that perhaps the superior course would be to put off any intimate contact until Sariel had lived independently for a number of semesters, and thus would not feel unconsciously coerced into anything untoward.
Sariel, as he sometimes did, upon being informed of the change in plans, raised a skeptical eyebrow, and then silently turned back to hacking zombies with a chainsaw on his video game.
He had changed so much from that first day, when Ganesh had scooped him up from his Auntie Sarasvati.
And Ganesh was still the same.
On the appointed night, however, following a very quiet celebration (which included, at Sariel’s eccentric insistence, birthday pie instead of cake) and a single glass of wine, Sariel had come over to kiss Ganesh, and it had been a very sweet kiss. In fact, the sweetest of Ganesh’s quite long existence, and one that ended up getting quite sweeter, and deeper, until both parties had rather lost track of time, and Ganesh had completely forgotten all his terribly ethical and sound and well laid plans, and instead carted Sariel to his bedroom, where they spent several hours furiously trying to accomplish every single thing either of them had ever occasioned to think or daydream about over the course of the past eighteen years. It was evidently a very long list, and the two parties finally ended up passing out, happy and exhausted, and not very far along its length.
Sariel grunted and shifted his weight ever so slightly. He was in what Ganesh derisively called his Slacker Court Form, wingless, but with silvery coloring remaining. Ganesh had stubbornly raised Sariel to not regard his wings as shameful (and affectation, he gathered from Lady Raziel, that was common among angelic beings), but instead ended up experiencing a bit of the opposite problem from his young ward, who had to be coaxed to change his appearance to something resembling that of a human when they went out in public. Sariel would suffer to transform his eyes to grey, but they bickered endlessly over his hair. “Why can’t you be a normal rebellious teen and shave it off or dye it purple?” Ganesh had fretted on more than one occasion.
Ganesh put a hand now through the shock of silvery hair, still short from when Sariel had actually shaved it all off, though more because he wanted to improve his time on the 200 meter butterfly than any thought of rebellion. Sariel was smaller than the other swimmers in his class, but made up for it by a rather passionate intent on success.
Sariel roused slightly, moving his weight again. Ganesh sighed. The movement, skin on skin. It was intoxicating.
Sariel had changed so much, from a small infant into a young man.
And Ganesh was still the same.
Ganesh was from a family of beings who regarded matters of a sexual nature as something akin to eating and drinking and dancing, facts of day to day existence. As a man who was, by human standards, quite extraordinarily good looking, Ganesh had had, in his long existence, great numbers of sexual encounters of every variety.
But he had not yet spent a night with someone for whom he cared quite so deeply.
He felt his world had been quite shaken to its foundations.
Sariel was now awake, rather blissful smile on his face. “Mmm, you awake? Oh, you are awake!” The smile widened as he slid down Ganesh’s body. Ganesh’s hands grasped at the headboard.
Sariel had changed so much.
And Ganesh was not the same. He was not the same at all.
Ganesh let himself go. He could no longer resist.
Somewhat later. Ganesh faced Sariel across the breakfast table. Sariel’s bag was neatly packed and sitting in the corner.
Ganesh started to express his very carefully composed parting speech.
“I have something very important to say to you. I realize we have had up until this time a very unusual relationship, and I am proud of you for bearing up to it so well. I am in addition proud of the man you have become. But this is very important: I wish you now to go off and concentrate on having a life apart, to find your own friends and lovers, much independent of any life you may have shared with me. And then…. And then….
“And then I hope you will return, or you shall have broken my heart. Oh. I really didn’t plan to say that last part.”
Sariel crawled into Ganesh’s lap and kissed him. “Blah blah blah. My life is here with you. You fucking know that’s true.”
He hopped off Ganesh’s lap and grabbed his bag. “I’ll be back this weekend. I still need to beat the boss on level seven of Zombie Chainsaw Massacre Three.”
And then he grinned, and disappeared.
And Ganesh would never be the same.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sariel’s eighteenth birthday, and the consequences
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: This was sushi’s suggestion, but it seemed to come out very different when I wrote it. By the way, this is a REALLY different tone than the other “Baby Sariel” pieces. You have been warned.
Lord Ganesh roused, and felt the weight on top of him. Many years ago, specifically, eighteen years ago, when he was a baby, Sariel would occasionally fall asleep lying contentedly on Ganesh’s stomach. Now, Ganesh felt a range of emotions. Contented was not one of them.
Ganesh felt himself to be an honorable man in an odd situation: assigned to raise the reincarnated baby of his fated true love.
Sariel had been so different then, a tiny infant with downy wings. But, as an immortal, Ganesh had not changed in the least. Ganesh was just the same.
Though Ganesh had never for a moment disavowed his ultimate intentions, he had insisted that there was to be no untoward physical contact between the two of them until Sariel had reached the age of eighteen. For many years, therefore, although he held out in his mind the ultimate possibility, he had banished any such consideration from his quotidien interactions with Sariel.
However, as the relevant birthday approached, Ganesh found himself more and more second-guessing the ethical soundness of his plan. At Ganesh’s insistence, Sariel had applied to a number of human universities, and, having been accepted, was currently making plans to move away from home – Ganesh’s home - for the duration. Ganesh had decided that perhaps the superior course would be to put off any intimate contact until Sariel had lived independently for a number of semesters, and thus would not feel unconsciously coerced into anything untoward.
Sariel, as he sometimes did, upon being informed of the change in plans, raised a skeptical eyebrow, and then silently turned back to hacking zombies with a chainsaw on his video game.
He had changed so much from that first day, when Ganesh had scooped him up from his Auntie Sarasvati.
And Ganesh was still the same.
On the appointed night, however, following a very quiet celebration (which included, at Sariel’s eccentric insistence, birthday pie instead of cake) and a single glass of wine, Sariel had come over to kiss Ganesh, and it had been a very sweet kiss. In fact, the sweetest of Ganesh’s quite long existence, and one that ended up getting quite sweeter, and deeper, until both parties had rather lost track of time, and Ganesh had completely forgotten all his terribly ethical and sound and well laid plans, and instead carted Sariel to his bedroom, where they spent several hours furiously trying to accomplish every single thing either of them had ever occasioned to think or daydream about over the course of the past eighteen years. It was evidently a very long list, and the two parties finally ended up passing out, happy and exhausted, and not very far along its length.
Sariel grunted and shifted his weight ever so slightly. He was in what Ganesh derisively called his Slacker Court Form, wingless, but with silvery coloring remaining. Ganesh had stubbornly raised Sariel to not regard his wings as shameful (and affectation, he gathered from Lady Raziel, that was common among angelic beings), but instead ended up experiencing a bit of the opposite problem from his young ward, who had to be coaxed to change his appearance to something resembling that of a human when they went out in public. Sariel would suffer to transform his eyes to grey, but they bickered endlessly over his hair. “Why can’t you be a normal rebellious teen and shave it off or dye it purple?” Ganesh had fretted on more than one occasion.
Ganesh put a hand now through the shock of silvery hair, still short from when Sariel had actually shaved it all off, though more because he wanted to improve his time on the 200 meter butterfly than any thought of rebellion. Sariel was smaller than the other swimmers in his class, but made up for it by a rather passionate intent on success.
Sariel roused slightly, moving his weight again. Ganesh sighed. The movement, skin on skin. It was intoxicating.
Sariel had changed so much, from a small infant into a young man.
And Ganesh was still the same.
Ganesh was from a family of beings who regarded matters of a sexual nature as something akin to eating and drinking and dancing, facts of day to day existence. As a man who was, by human standards, quite extraordinarily good looking, Ganesh had had, in his long existence, great numbers of sexual encounters of every variety.
But he had not yet spent a night with someone for whom he cared quite so deeply.
He felt his world had been quite shaken to its foundations.
Sariel was now awake, rather blissful smile on his face. “Mmm, you awake? Oh, you are awake!” The smile widened as he slid down Ganesh’s body. Ganesh’s hands grasped at the headboard.
Sariel had changed so much.
And Ganesh was not the same. He was not the same at all.
Ganesh let himself go. He could no longer resist.
Somewhat later. Ganesh faced Sariel across the breakfast table. Sariel’s bag was neatly packed and sitting in the corner.
Ganesh started to express his very carefully composed parting speech.
“I have something very important to say to you. I realize we have had up until this time a very unusual relationship, and I am proud of you for bearing up to it so well. I am in addition proud of the man you have become. But this is very important: I wish you now to go off and concentrate on having a life apart, to find your own friends and lovers, much independent of any life you may have shared with me. And then…. And then….
“And then I hope you will return, or you shall have broken my heart. Oh. I really didn’t plan to say that last part.”
Sariel crawled into Ganesh’s lap and kissed him. “Blah blah blah. My life is here with you. You fucking know that’s true.”
He hopped off Ganesh’s lap and grabbed his bag. “I’ll be back this weekend. I still need to beat the boss on level seven of Zombie Chainsaw Massacre Three.”
And then he grinned, and disappeared.
And Ganesh would never be the same.
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Date: 2011-03-27 01:03 am (UTC)Though getting the "use a condom" talk from your daddy-doctor-boyfriend would be ALL KINDS of awkward.
I suspect it would be MUCH more awkward for Sariel (who probably already knows) - I know a bunch of doctors, and they tend to LOVE this kinda stuff. Ganesh probably has a powerpoint presentation of the top five venereal diseases and how they're spread! Sariel: "Oh, gods, can I please go die now."
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Date: 2011-03-27 01:26 am (UTC)"... Uhhhh, lostmyvirginitylastnight."
"Splendid, jaanu! And who was the lucky individual?"
"ThisguyPicklesintroducedmeto."
"I hope you used protection---"
"CANWECHANGETHESUBJECTNOW?"
"Are you ready for your meet this weekend?"
"Yeah. Uh."
"Yes, my dearest?"
"Canwefucknow?"
"Not for another two years, eight months, and sixteen hours, darling."
"GODSDAMNIT!"
PFFFFT. Poor Sariel. And you know he didn't have a prayer of getting out of sex ed in school, despite the fact he already knows the diseases, the vectors, the treatments, and the positions. I have a feeling a lot of pixelated zombies get to die on the subject of sex ed.
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Date: 2011-03-27 02:01 am (UTC)I sort of see him as an old soul in a young body. My thought is his soul had to hang around in Brahma's garden after he was murdered originally.
I now kinda want Surly!Teen!Sariel to find his way back to my original AU and make trouble for Raziel's evil twins. But, we're getting kind of far into OC-land....
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Date: 2011-03-27 02:18 am (UTC)"Dearest, what hap---"
"You've got a hickey."
"And you've got some explaining to do, young man. Why was that young man taken screaming to the hospital?"
"He called me a faggot, so I went True Form on his ass. Don't worry, nobody else saw me. Fucker gets what he deserves."
Alas, it ended there.)
O_O So you're saying SARIEL, silvery angel with a bad temper and a foul mouth, got left in UNCLE BRAHMA'S GARDEN for SEVERAL THOUSAND YEARS. With AUNTIE SARASVATI.
No wonder he takes to pie the way your average meth-head takes to poor dental hygiene.
OHMAN. Surly!Teen!Sariel TOTALLY needs to find his way across, meet up with Sariel and Ganesh's son, and, uh, well, practice. Ahem. I can just see Sariel and Ganesh catching them at it, complete with adult!Sariel's, "Is that... oh, shit. I'm, uh, gonna go lay down. Or die. Or something."
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Date: 2011-03-27 02:41 am (UTC)So you're saying SARIEL, silvery angel with a bad temper and a foul mouth, got left in UNCLE BRAHMA'S GARDEN for SEVERAL THOUSAND YEARS. With AUNTIE SARASVATI.
Yes. A month there made Ganesh (the most mellow guy in the universe) want to change his career path to serial murderer. :D
OHMAN. Surly!Teen!Sariel TOTALLY needs to find his way across, meet up with Sariel and Ganesh's son, and, uh, well, practice.
I'm not sure Charles wants to fuck himself. Ams not Toki. :D
And I cannot confirm or deny the existence of such a being. REMEMBER, I said no mpreg. :D
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Date: 2011-03-27 02:55 am (UTC)