Title: A public claiming Rating: hard R Word count: 640 – it had to fit in the comments! Summary: Glitch needs distracted Prompt:eeyore9990 wanted comment porn, and suggested I repost this as well.
Celebrations should be a happy moment, especially for all of them. DG was dancing with someone, Glitch thought it might be Cain's son, and the Queen was leaning against the table full of food, the likes of which Glitch hadn't seen in fifteen years, swaying to the music… what was his name again? Her husband's arms wrapped tightly around her waist as though he couldn't bear to part from her.
So many people he almost recognized. The memories tickled at him and he grumbled, wanting to unzip his head to itch them.
"What's wrong, Ambrose?"
That voice was easy. "You can call me Glitch, you know."
"You said Ambrose in the brain room."
"Well, my marbles were intact then, but they aren't now."
"Is everything all right?" He actually sounded concerned and Glitch turned around to look at Cain, his eyes crinkled with worry. At least he wasn't rolling them in frustration.
"I should know all these people," he said, aggravation bleeding through his voice. "I should be able to carry on a conversation without them pitying me."
"No one pities you, Glitch."
"Yes, yes they do."
Sighing, Cain set down the two drinks and grabbed Glitch's wrist, dragging him out of the hall. Glitch winced at the speculating looks from nosey bluebloods. Damn busybodies.
"Where are we going?"
Instead of answering, Cain pulled open one of the doors leading onto a terrace. He spun them around as he shut it, Glitch's back against cold brick and Cain's warm body pressed against his front.
"What are you doing?"
"Shut up," Cain said. "We've done nothing but talk since we met, and I'm tired of all the conversations we have."
"See! Even you don't like my half a brain…"
Cain abruptly stopped his prattle - shoving his tongue inside Glitch's mouth, and even he figured out quickly enough what Cain wanted. Whimpering, he wondered just how forward Cain would be.
So Glitch followed, even as he set the rhythm of the kiss, teeth gnashing, fingers pressed to necks, checking the speed of his pulse, lips smashed together. Too many years for both of them since their last kiss, both out of practice.
Yet, it was much like dancing as the pace was established. Glitch wanted more, and he reached down, undoing buttons on vest, ignoring Cain when he tensed. If he wanted this started, Glitch wanted it moved along.
"We have time, there's no rush," Cain said, panting, his lips pressed against Glitch's cheek, they were so soft compared to the rest of his solid body.
"Too much time has passed," Glitch said, not meaning the week since they met, but the years they didn't know each other. "I'm ready now."
"Then I'm claiming you," Cain said, kissing the end of Glitch's chin. Before he had a chance to process those words, Cain dropped to his knees, trembling fingers parting the layers of clothes. He opened the trousers, and without looking up, wrapped one hand tenderly around Glitch's cock.
Glitch decided he was lucky he was still debrained, because it would have exploded as warm lips surrounded him. How long? Had he ever? He couldn't remember and it didn't matter, because what he'd done as a boy couldn't possibly compare to this.
Cain was drinking him in and Glitch arched into that mouth, shoving himself down the back, into the tight throat. Fingers wrapped around his bare hip - not to stop him - sinking hard enough into skin to leave bruises. Glitch pushed forward, unable to remain quiet and he wasn't sure if that funny noise meant Cain was gagging or laughing.
Once, twice more, and Glitch was crying, yelling, not caring at all that they were outside and someone might hear. Hell, might even see them. After all, Cain said this was a claim, and claims were meant to be public.