pith (pith) wrote in pithia, @ 2007-09-23 18:18:00 |
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LKH-AB: Birds of a Feather
Title: Birds of a Feather
Fandom: LKH: AB
Spoilers: up to CS, but vague
Disclaimers: World and characters belong to LKH; the drabble is mine.
Notes: Sigmund, I am so, so sorry. I'm a horrible fanficcer, I know.
Jean-Claude was accustomed to humouring a lover's request or fetish. After all, he had been bedding Anita for some time. But Asher had never expressed interest in blindfolds before. 'After all these centuries, what new revel could you have possibly discovered?'
'Though she is blissfully absent at the moment, you have Anita to thank.' Asher's ministrations made the mattress squeak as he positioned his lover, pushing Jean-Claude to his knees before parting his legs.
'How so?' Jean-Claude moaned as something hard, slick, and vibrating slid inside him. Its tip was honed and slightly curved, adding to his delight. Asher's arms lassoed his waist, his strong fingers directing the sex toy.
Asher bit his lover's neck before licking his way down his torso, lavishing Jean-Claude's cross scar with his tongue. 'Because,' he grinned, his arms still wrapped around his lover's waist, 'she was the one who converted dear Sigmund to a vibrator in the first place.'
As Asher licked his hip, Jean-Claude removed his blindfold and glanced in a mirror. Behind him, thrusting in and out of his pale body, guided by Asher's skilled hands, was Sigmund, his furred wings tickling the vampire's buttocks. 'And how. . . .' Jean-Claude's question drowned in a moan. 'How did you make this titillating discovery?'
The blond vampire slid his mouth off his lover's cock and nuzzled his groin. 'How do you think I ever endured sex with her? I'd wait until she had her fill, then enjoy Sigmund's pleasures.' He squeezed the penguin, eliciting a lewd squeak from the plush toy.
Jean-Claude came before he could reply, falling limply to the mattress. 'That explains how she resisted my charms for so long....'
Asher cleaned off the penguin's beak and stretched out beside Jean-Claude, nestling Sigmund between them and stroking the bird's beak. 'I think he rather likes it here with us, non?'
'Indeed. Anita has been neglecting him....'
It may have only been a trick of the candlelight, but Sigmund's plastic eyes seem to glint with satisfaction.