tikific | Quiet (Mythklok Interstitial)

Title: Quiet (Mythklok, Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: NC-17 (sorry, there is some naughtiness, NSFW)
Summary: Dr. Ganesh investigates a medical mystery
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Another thing that didn’t fit anywhere

Cross-posted to

capslokdethklok.

BTW, I am working out the next couple of "real" Mythklok chapters, it's just my brain is having to take a bit of time working out somebody's motivations to my satisfaction. I think I have a handle on it now. But I sometimes putter around like this with characters when I get stuck.

Shri Ganesh, Lord of Hosts, Remover of Obstacles, fiercely gripped the headboard of his bed, arching his back, and attempting with all his considerable self-control to put off for another moment the achievement of orgasm.

This was not a simple matter, as his rather engorged cock was now almost completely inside the soft, sweet mouth of an angel, who possessed, in addition to a talent for making the Hindu god’s once tranquil life bizarre and complicated, a completely maddening way massaging the taut muscles in Ganesh’s thighs.

Lord Ganesh finally admitted to himself that his defeat in this matter was imminent, and thus, he reached down to interrupt this lover. “Come here, my dear,” he muttered, now ever so gently turning Sariel on his stomach. “I want to finish inside you. Inside my beautiful angel. My beautiful, beautiful angel.” And he loved speaking the words almost as much as he loved caressing Sariel’s delightful body.

I was wondering...." Sariel began.

Ganesh peered up from his laptop. The Lady Raziel had finally been persuaded to return his reading glasses. Although he didn't really require them, he found they made reading the text upon human computer screens easier, particularly when his eyes had grown tired after a long day. And he had experienced many long days in the past few months.

"I, uh, wondered..." Sariel began again. Ganesh regarded the angel sitting on his bed beside him and wondered whether this was to be a laptop closing matter.

"I, um...." Sariel began for a third time. Three attempts: this constituted a laptop closing matter. Ganesh accordingly closed his laptop computer, set it aside, and perched his reading glasses atop his head.

Sariel appeared to take this as license to plunge ahead. "If you wouldn't mind.... I know this isn't your intention. If you could stop.... If you would please stop calling me … beautiful..."

Ganesh frowned slightly, but kept his peace.

"I know it's not what you mean to do. I'm just.... I'm not. I know I'm not. I know I'm deformed. It's.... It's cruel, Ganesh. I know you don't mean it...."

Ganesh remained quiet. At this point, there were some things he wished to say - quite a lot of things, in fact - and many questions he would have liked to have asked. But, Ganesh quite admired Lord Wotan. In fact, he considered the god a second father. And Lord Wotan, among his other bits of advice, had once compared dealing with angels to the hunt. He had said that, as the best huntsmen know, a great deal of success in the matter is learning to shut your damn mouth and just listen and wait.

So, Ganesh simply said, "All right." And then he made a gesture. And Sariel turned over on one side, and then after a very short time had quite contentedly fallen asleep on Ganesh's arm.

And then the next day, Ganesh went to see The Lady Raziel. Who, although she was an angel, was not his own personal angel, and so he found no such compunction about remaining quiet in her presence.

He’d brought along something he thought she would quite like. He set the device out on a table at her residence at Valhalla.

"Is this a new phone?" she asked.

And then he had clicked it, and the holographic images appeared above. She had literally clapped her small angel hands in glee.

“Do you know what this is?” he had asked. She shook her head. “This is your reception dinner seating chart.” He wondered then if it might be possible for an angel to die of sheer happiness. They then proceeded to spend several blissful minutes moving the guest icons around the virtual tables, hoping to optimize the proximity of the most horrible guests. She suggested making the Archangel Michael’s icon especially ugly, as he was a horrible being, so they gave him a rather unfashionable moustache and devil horns and terribly unflattering footwear.

“I wondered if I might ask you about something?” Ganesh then inquired.

“Anything!”

“It is regarding Sariel. There is a matter that he seems quite hesitant to discuss with me.”

She laughed. “That covers pretty much everything!”

“He seems to be under the impression that he is somehow deformed? As you know, I am a medical doctor, though my specialty is not angels, still, I have had the opportunity to see him up close….”

Raziel giggled. Ganesh, being a gentleman, merely arched an eyebrow and proceeded. “…and, though his body is badly scarred, I must admit, I am baffled.”

To his surprise, Raziel nodded. “It would be easier to show you,” she said. She moved so she was sitting facing him, and took his hands in her small ones. “This seems to work best if you just relax and let your mind wander. OK?” He nodded. She seemed to be concentrating on something. He closed his eyes and did as she said.

A chorus was singing.

Surprised, he opened his eyes, but they were still alone in the room. The music had stopped.

Raziel giggled. “That’s OK. Just close your eyes and we’ll go again.”

This time he relaxed and listened to the music. The voices sounded angelic. He couldn’t make out the words, as he didn’t understand the Angelic language, but it was quite beautiful. Quite exceedingly beautiful, in fact.

He looked up. She had released his hands and sat, smiling at him. “That’s the Host,” she told him.

“That was amazing. I’ve never experienced anything quite like that.”

“We’re a bunch of assholes, but we do make pretty music. And, anywhere you are, no matter what you’re doing, you can stop and listen. So, we’re never alone. We can always hear.”

“And Sariel...?”

“He can’t hear.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty weird. I mean, we can all hear. Even the Putties, and they’re pretty useless. But, he’s never been able to. Since his Creation. I mean, he can if I help him, like I just did with you, but that seems to just upset him, so I don’t really bring it up any more.” She smiled wryly.

“So he’s … deaf?”

“Yeah, you could say that! I always wondered if that’s why he always seems to be around music, here on earth. Because he misses it.”

Ganesh sat back, lost in thought for a long moment. Finally he said, “I wonder if I might ask you for another favor?”

“Boy, what a mess!” said Raziel.

She was standing in the middle of the Angelic literature in the vast library at Mordhaus.

“What’s the matter?” Ganesh asked her.

Raziel picked up the nearest volume. “These are all just filed at random. I suspect no one here knows Angelic, not even Common. It looks like they’ve been put away based on the color of the binding.” She rolled her dark eyes. “Trust my Honored Brother to be too paranoid to teach anybody some basic Angelic.”

“Shall we start with Lord Wotan’s Angelic texts instead?”

Raziel rifled through the book and then replaced it on a shelf. “No, my Little Brother has by far the best collection – the greatest likelihood of finding what you’re looking for. But we’ll need to spend some time just sorting through things. You didn’t bring your reading glasses did you?”

“Um, no, I don’t generally need them unless I’m working on my computer.”

“Oh, too bad, I like to use them when I play Stern Librarian.” Raziel grinned.

A couple of months later, Lord Ganesh picked up his phone, which was buzzing.

“Namaste, Ganesha!” Lady Raziel’s voice chirped.

“What a delightful surprise, Lady,” Ganesh answered.

“So, I was just engaged in my newest hobby, sitting around reading Angelic medical books. Boy, we get some icky diseases.”

“Is that so, Lady?” Ganesh closed the laptop computer he had been working on and devoted his interest to the phone.

“Anyway, I was just reading this case study of a Cherub. They’re so annoying, Cherubs. Have I told you about them? They’re such gossips!”

“I believe you have mentioned this failing to me a time or two,” Ganesh admitted.

“Well, there was a deaf Cherub!”

“You mean one who could not listen to the Host?”

“Yeah! I’d never heard of anyone else like that. I mean, even Putties can hear the host. And, they’re pretty useless.”

“I believe you may have mentioned this failing as well.”

“Anyway, there’s something else….”

“Is it one of your headaches?” Ganesh asked.

Sariel lay on his bed, looking even more pale than usual. “Yeah. And, Ganesh? Please don’t tell me you know acupuncture or yoga or whatever the fuck? I’ve tried everything. I just need to be left alone. Some place quiet.”

“You have consulted human doctors? Not angelic ones?”

“We don’t have doctors. Ganesh, could you stop that. Please?”

Ganesh had his hands on Sariel’s temples. “And you have always gotten these headaches? Prior to your exile on earth?”

“Yeah. Always.”

“I’d like to try something. It might hurt.”

Sariel’s eyes widened. “Uh. Aren’t you supposed to tell me it won’t hurt a bit?”

“Sariel. I believe you have a small blockage. One of your sinuses. I am Lord Remover of Obstacles, so it shouldn’t be a problem. But, yes, it will most likely hurt.” Sariel looked up at him. “But only for a moment,” Ganesh assured him. Sariel finally nodded his head. Ganesh quieted himself and concentrated. It was something so small and subtle, he needed to be quite precise.

Sariel suddenly jerked and cried out. Ganesh watched him. Then Sariel smiled. “Shit,” he said, “the headache’s gone.” He shook his head, as if to make sure.

And then, just as suddenly, he was out of bed, standing up, holding his head in his hands. “Sariel?” said Ganesh. But then he was gone. Ganesh stood up, panicked. “Damn,” he muttered.

But then Sariel was back, and gripping him by the collar, and Ganesh found himself out on the roof, on Mordhaus’ backbone, underneath the stars.

Sariel pulled him down so he was kneeling, and then put his hands on Ganesh’s head. Ganesh gasped. Lady Raziel had let him listen in to a distant radio broadcast of the Host. Tonight, the heavenly chorus was right there, beside them, among them, on the roof.

“Can you hear them? You can hear them, right?” Sariel asked him. He was shivering, still clad in only a thin pair of pajamas.

Ganesh removed his jacket and draped it over Sariel’s shoulders. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, of course.”

And they sat for a while on the roof, and listened to the angels sing.