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Drabbles: Coldfire (G to soft R, slash)

I should have known better than to offer drabbles to a fic-starved fandom with so many plotbunniers on my f-list, really :) In order of appearance, for

alighiera,

alice_montrose,

fuumasfrog and

trobadora.

WORKAROUNDS

Ever since Mount Shaitan, Gerald had been learning to appreciate the simple pleasures in life. For example, at the moment he was lying sprawled across Damien’s broad chest, idly toying with the ex-priest’s shirt and watching the dazed look in Damien’s eyes. Even the cramped quarters only meant that he had an excuse to climb just that close, and Damien had to put an arm around his waist.

Presently, Damien blinked, his eyes turning clearer. “Are we on a ship-“

Gerald leaned in and kissed Damien again until the other man’s eyes were glazed over once more, the guarded question turning into a drawn-out moan before it could be fully phrased.

If he had known getting Damien to enjoy ship travel would be that easy, he would have tried this method ages ago.

-FIN-

SO THE WORLD WILL NEVER FIND YOU

Damien sighed as he pushed through the crowd, taking another drink from a flask of liquor someone had pressed into his hand. At least in the black mask and cloak, even if he did make a fool of himself at the Jaggonath carnival, no-one would be able to tell him apart from every other guy dressed up as a vampire. And a few real vampires, he had no doubt.

He wondered what Gerald would wear. The adept had been reticent about his plans, only setting the meeting place on the outskirts of the city-

Near Karril’s temple, he realised as a woman flung herself into his arms. She was wearing a version of a First Landing uniform, though he was sure the real colonists never had ones that tight.

She kissed him on the mouth. “Praise Karril,” she whispered. “A man is waiting for you, two alleys down. An... urgent matter.”

She laughed shrilly, and as she flung her neck back he saw the imprint of teeth. Not quite Gerald’s type, he thought, too strong, but then he wasn’t Gerald’s usual type either.

He stumbled through the throng of people, found the alley, leaned against a door that opened to rapidly for him to do anything but fall through it to the floor.

A chapel of the Church, he realised as he looked around blearily. Closed down temporarily, with a pagan festival roaring through the streets. Yet there were candles burning, and a fresh cloth on the altar.

Something – someone – moving, and he raised his head as he struggled to his feet.

Layers of silk obscuring limbs and body, so that he could no longer recall their past or present look. A broad collar of beaten gold with a pattern of flames. Dark hair instead of light brown, but oh, never mistaken, and now he remembered too clearly.

“I remember you felt particularly strongly about that dream.” Even the old mocking cadences were back in Tarrant’s voice. “You will enjoy this better than you would have the masquerade.”

Strong hands pushed Damien against the altar before he could think of fear, revulsion, desire, sacrilege.

“Don’t worry,” the man who had been the Hunter whispered in his ear as clothes were quickly, deftly pushed aside. “I won’t let you think.”

-FIN-

PETTY ANNOYANCES

Damien moved his wrists experimentally. The cuffs were far snugger than it should be possible for something lined with fur.

“Gerald, this is vulking ridiculous,” he muttered.

The former Hunter shook his head as he surveyed his handiwork. “You have a habit of tearing buttons off my shirts. I’m running out of outfits, and the shops here are not up to my standards. Therefore, you’ll be chained until I undress myself.”

“Only until then?” Damien asked hopefully.

Gerald’s smile was sweetness itself as he ran a hand down Damien’s bare chest. “Perhaps a few minutes longer than that.”

-FIN-

PROOF OF FAITH

The bracelet was tarnished silver, a streak of near-black on the red velvet lining the box set on the street stall. Gerald’s fingers closed in on it without hesitation. Damien raised his eyebrows, but remained silent as Gerald ruthlessly argued down the price.

He got his answer when they left the street fair and Gerald tenderly wiped the grime and tarnish off a fragile piece of glass. Underneath it was the face of a clock, too small to ever house the appropriate mechanism.

“A watch used to be an important theological analogy, Vryce. As the watch with its complexity proves the existence of a watchmaker, so the world proves the existence of its creator.”

Under Gerald’s touch, a tiny screw turned without resistance.

Tick.

-FIN-

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Oi, I know. But even the first time, it took me some thirty seconds to figure out what "must cunning" meant :P

Alas for the trouble of typing in size 8 font with bad vision ;D

Putting your nose in the monitor kind of helps there ;)

Snipplet?

Moment... am fighting the machine. Tis old and falling apart ;)

Honestly, when the over-sized brute wasn’t talking, he was almost attractive.

“What are you doing?”

Alas, that such peace couldn’t last forever. If the wretched creature was going to open his mouth, he could have – at least – done something useful with it, but apparently, that was hoping for too much. Drawing on a shared knowledge of the Germanic language, however, Angelus’ accent took on a different veneer that made it grate a little less than usual.

“You always make such intriguing overtures, darling,” Herbert beamed at him. “I suppose I felt dreadful for being so unkind and evading you so often.”

And there it was, once more, blessed, startled, silent gawping.

*giggles* And a round of applause for the blond vampire, please :D

I've never had a stunned-to-silence Angelus before ;)

now, VK is going to divert William, while Dru is hauled off by another pretty, leaving William alone and defenceless :D

The handsome vampire horde does come in handy sometimes, doesn't it? ;)

(Which reminds me. *drags the horse thief out of a corner* Too many fics to write here...)

With the promise of a boink from Herbert, any of the boys he talks to will do anything! ;)

I would have thought the threat of getting a Smackdown from Above would also be of influence ;)

Ah, yes, for some of them, but Herbie likes to charm more than threaten ;) Unless he has to threaten, in whcih case, he'll do that too...

Just because he's sweet like that? ;)

*poke?*

“You’re saying you’re… interested?”

So, the silly boy wasn’t entirely idiotic, then, judging by the suspicious look on his face. Well, that was something.

“I’m saying,” Herbert pressed closer, until his body was in wickedly intimate contact with the length of Angelus’, his eyes holding the taller vampire’s. “I wish to make you an offer to recompense you for my earlier rudeness.”

“What kind of offer?” Angelus seemed to realise Herbert wasn’t about to pull away and his broad hand pressed firmly against the base of Herbert’s back, possessive and dangerously strong.

Ah, how delightfully predictable.

Counterbalancing against Angelus’ greater weight, Herbert slid his hand from Angelus’s shoulder to the middle of his chest, steering him easily from the dance-floor and out, into the hall and to privacy. Some standards, of course, had to be maintained and it would hardly do to have William seeing what he was about to do in the name of diversion.

That, and not damaging Herbert's reputation should anyone see him lowering standards like that? ;)

Love. Much love.

Pretty much :D

Alas, I have to head off for now. Nothing to do in the office and othe rpeople needing to work :-S

So do I, actually, so until then :)

Huh. Looks like I have been accosted by dad's flu. Fabulous.

On the plus side, managed what might be Coldfire art-type stuff.

*hugs* *sends over Herbert with chicken soup & chains*

BTW, am feeling creative. Any particular tricks you'd like to see me do this evening to pick up your mood a little? :)

*grins* We seem to be running in unhealthy circles, ni? And bah! Still have no results from my doctor yet.

*ponders* Vampies are always welcome :D

I was looking for more specific direction, actually ;) You've a choice of Herbert's nanny misadventures, Herbert's vampire debut, Herbert with Spike and chocolate sauce, and possibly young Johannes getting his first taste of vampire social dynamics. Or something else entirely, should you so demand :>

Nanny! :D I love the nanny one so far :D (Although chocolate sauce one is never bad :D)

As my lady commands :> (I might need more evil nannies though. Too many cute kidlet Herbie moments that VK's bringing up all over the place.)

How many nannies have you got so far? And how evil do you want to go with them? ;)

Also, a doodle. Potentially a teenage Gerald. Mainly because I can't draw people for peanuts.

I've got two written (the one with the pretty niece and the too-devout one) and three more planned. If this continues I might have to pull out the paedophile nanny, creepy as she is (and macabre though her demise at VK's hands would be)...

Cool and deceptively innocent :D Are those James Marsters' cheekbones I spy?

Oh, yes, just because we need to see at least one nanny being eaten in horrible ways :)

Yes indeedy :D I have a Spike poster right over my bad. Have had it for years and his expression is so insanely pretty ;)

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