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tikificTitle: A Halloween Carol, Addendum (Mythklok Interstital)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: But wait, there's more
Warnings: Nothing scary here friends.
Notes: Just a big of minor naughtiness.
Charles leaned over the wide bathroom sink, sloshing cool minty toothpaste in his mouth. He was still in his winged Form, as he hadn't bothered to Court Form following the Halloween party. There was no special reason – he was probably just feeling a bit persnickety, as he didn't particularly care for parties, and had been more or less badgered into attendance, and, to compound the insult, had had a not unpleasant time once there.
It was for this reason – a pair of rather large silvery wings obscuring his view – that he did not realize a mildly drunk Hindu god had crept into the bathroom behind him until at least two of said god's hands were actually upon him, a fanged mouth nuzzling him with a muttered, “Ah, a soft, white neck....”
Charles sloshed, spat, whacked his toothbrush precisely two times on the edge of the sink, and only then shot a vaguely annoyed glance at his partner.
“So, are those fangs real or not? You never said.”
Ganesh, who was obviously expecting a very different tenor in reaction, drew back. He arched an eyebrow. “You don't have a vampire fantasy?”
“Why should I have a vampire fantasy?”
Ganesh, who had long since shed his elaborate George Hamilton-esque sun-toned vampire costume, and was currently clad only in a soft silk bathrobe and fangs of dubious origin, hopped up on the counter, absurdly long legs dangling, a puzzled expression on his handsome face. “Doesn't everyone have a vampire fantasy?”
“I live with a love god!” Charles shot back. “Why the hell would I have a fantasy about some dead guy?” He slapped away a vampire love god hand that was pawing at the drawstring on his pajama bottoms.
“You have a stern schoolmaster fantasy,” Ganesh chuckled, his voice so damnably low.
“Well,” said Charles, softening somewhat. “You do make a good stern schoolmaster. For a love god, I mean.” One of Ganesh's long legs had somehow snaked its way behind him, and he offered only token resistance to its pressing him towards Ganesh.
“But you don't have a vampire fantasy?” Ganesh murmured, an angel now secured between his long thighs.
“Naw. A demon – maybe.”
Ganesh's eyes seemed lit by dark fires. “A demon?”
Charles shrugged. His cheeks felt flushed.
“You know I have a horned Form?” purred Ganesh, a single foot rubbing down the back of an angel leg.
“Wait. A horned Form? You never told me that!” said Charles, trying to maintain his balance as he crossed his arms.
“Mmmm. The barest bit of magic. Something I might have inherited along with my destructive powers.”
Charles tilted his head and peered over his glasses. There was a tiny glint of fang in Ganesh's smile. “Show me?” he finally said.
Ganesh smiled, cat-like. And Changed.
Just there, at the crown of his head, poking out of tousled hair, two bony demon horns. A hand now was extending up there too, pale and trembling, as Ganesh's eyes fluttered shut, lightly touching.
Ganesh opened his eyes. The dark fire there was blazing.
“That is....” Charles whispered. “That is so hot!”
The grin flicked a bit of shiny fang, and Demon Ganesh slid off the counter, nuzzling the soft silvery chest hair, and then downwards.
“Oh, you never told me....” Charles said. “Fangs. Those fangs. Are they...? Do they...?” And then, “Whoa....”
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: But wait, there's more
Warnings: Nothing scary here friends.
Notes: Just a big of minor naughtiness.
Charles leaned over the wide bathroom sink, sloshing cool minty toothpaste in his mouth. He was still in his winged Form, as he hadn't bothered to Court Form following the Halloween party. There was no special reason – he was probably just feeling a bit persnickety, as he didn't particularly care for parties, and had been more or less badgered into attendance, and, to compound the insult, had had a not unpleasant time once there.
It was for this reason – a pair of rather large silvery wings obscuring his view – that he did not realize a mildly drunk Hindu god had crept into the bathroom behind him until at least two of said god's hands were actually upon him, a fanged mouth nuzzling him with a muttered, “Ah, a soft, white neck....”
Charles sloshed, spat, whacked his toothbrush precisely two times on the edge of the sink, and only then shot a vaguely annoyed glance at his partner.
“So, are those fangs real or not? You never said.”
Ganesh, who was obviously expecting a very different tenor in reaction, drew back. He arched an eyebrow. “You don't have a vampire fantasy?”
“Why should I have a vampire fantasy?”
Ganesh, who had long since shed his elaborate George Hamilton-esque sun-toned vampire costume, and was currently clad only in a soft silk bathrobe and fangs of dubious origin, hopped up on the counter, absurdly long legs dangling, a puzzled expression on his handsome face. “Doesn't everyone have a vampire fantasy?”
“I live with a love god!” Charles shot back. “Why the hell would I have a fantasy about some dead guy?” He slapped away a vampire love god hand that was pawing at the drawstring on his pajama bottoms.
“You have a stern schoolmaster fantasy,” Ganesh chuckled, his voice so damnably low.
“Well,” said Charles, softening somewhat. “You do make a good stern schoolmaster. For a love god, I mean.” One of Ganesh's long legs had somehow snaked its way behind him, and he offered only token resistance to its pressing him towards Ganesh.
“But you don't have a vampire fantasy?” Ganesh murmured, an angel now secured between his long thighs.
“Naw. A demon – maybe.”
Ganesh's eyes seemed lit by dark fires. “A demon?”
Charles shrugged. His cheeks felt flushed.
“You know I have a horned Form?” purred Ganesh, a single foot rubbing down the back of an angel leg.
“Wait. A horned Form? You never told me that!” said Charles, trying to maintain his balance as he crossed his arms.
“Mmmm. The barest bit of magic. Something I might have inherited along with my destructive powers.”
Charles tilted his head and peered over his glasses. There was a tiny glint of fang in Ganesh's smile. “Show me?” he finally said.
Ganesh smiled, cat-like. And Changed.
Just there, at the crown of his head, poking out of tousled hair, two bony demon horns. A hand now was extending up there too, pale and trembling, as Ganesh's eyes fluttered shut, lightly touching.
Ganesh opened his eyes. The dark fire there was blazing.
“That is....” Charles whispered. “That is so hot!”
The grin flicked a bit of shiny fang, and Demon Ganesh slid off the counter, nuzzling the soft silvery chest hair, and then downwards.
“Oh, you never told me....” Charles said. “Fangs. Those fangs. Are they...? Do they...?” And then, “Whoa....”
