Tin Man drabble requests 2.0

[surranndie]

I'm bored and restless. In the beginning stages of another epic Cain/Glitch story but far too fussy to focus on that alone.

Bring on the requests! Same limits apply as last time: Cain/Glitch or Ambrose/Cain; please no deathfic (at least not perma-death), bloodplay, etc. I'm pretty vanilla in my abilities! Make requests in the comments and I'll do my best to give you something for your time.

Comments

[avari-maethor.livejournal.com]

I'd love to see something based on this song. Doesn't have to be a songfic just related. I see it being Cain to Ambrose but that can be up to you. Lots of sadness/angst.

http://www.cmt.com/lyrics/gary-allan/songs-about-rain/3096108/lyrics.jhtml

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

The lights that surrounded the entryway to the Twister Club had long since been shut down as Cain drove by for the fifth time that evening. It was his job as Captain to assign patrols in Central City, but seemed to end up doing his own rounds every night. His office was always so empty, so stifling at the same time.

One of his Tin Men had brought him a crumpled Wanted poster he'd found, joking about how his boss was a wanted man. Cain had given him a half-hearted snort but kept the flyer after the man had gone home. It brought back a strong set of memories he tried to keep deeply buried; if he let himself think about the journey he and the others had been on, it would lead to other, more personal thoughts best left alone.

The picture of Ambrose stared back at him, regal and stiff. 'That's a terrible picture of me,' Glitch had huffed while behind him, Cain and Raw had agreed. The man in the photograph looked nothing like the Glitch they had grown to admire and love. Glitch was beautiful, bright and full of life. Ambrose was for all intents and purposes royalty, if not by blood then by brilliance; he retained an air of dignity that kept him thoroughly in check.

Cain swallowed thickly as he stared at the faded picture on the poster. 'Glitch' was gone, replaced by the man in this picture. Ambrose, in all his genius and authority had simply been the stronger personality when the two halves of the brain were reconnected. Cain had never expected such a dramatic change to occur so quickly; Glitch had vanished literally overnight and Cain had found no difficulty in calling him Ambrose, as that was who he had become.

The poster joined Cain on his patrol that night. He folded it carefully and placed it in his inner jacket pocket to keep it safe from the slow drizzling rain that had been falling all day.

No doubt Ambrose was back in the palace, flirting and dancing with all of the beautiful women to songs about true love and happy children. Wyatt was grateful for one thing in all of this; he had a job that kept him out of that painful scene. He wouldn't have to watch from the side while Ambrose, in Glitch's lithe body, smiled at everyone but Cain.

As the first grey streaks of light came across the sky behind the clouds, Cain stepped out of his car. He left his hat on the seat, as it would have kept the rain from covering up his pain.

[bloodanna.livejournal.com]

Flirty teasing banter including, if you can, the line:
"The less the brains, the bigger the hat."
Possibly happening at a formal affair (like a royal meet and greet or Welcome Back The Queen type thing).
Is that enough?

That's plenty! :)

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

"You look ridiculous in that," Cain eyed the small, round hat perched crookedly on Glitch's head.

Glitch frowned at him and pushed it down tighter. "DG insisted that we wear formal clothes for the reception," he pouted while brushing his hands over his stiff new jacket. "I've never been good at picking out hats, they tend to chafe the zipper." He adjusted it back to tuck the zipper pull under the back of the hat. "Does it really look so bad?"

Cain tilted his head and considered the look again. "I suppose not," he said slowly. "It's just...small."

"Well, you know what they say," Glitch sniffed at him. "The less the brains, the bigger the hat." He nodded sharply in agreement with himself. "At least, I think they say that."

"Who says that?" Cain asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Besides, aren't most of your brains still sitting in a jar?"

"People who sell small hats, I suppose," Glitch shrugged thoughtfully, choosing to ignore the comment about his brain. He grinned wickedly. "Your hat, on the other hand, is quite...um, impressive."

"Shut up and go dance," Cain pushed him into the bustling soiree room before he felt the need to defend his beloved hat.


***

Hat found here: Bowler

[andrealyn]

Oh please yes! How about something where Ambrose is using a woman as a cover while he's carrying on an affair with Cain, but hasn't the spine to cop to it in public just yet?

Wow, sap.

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

"So, Ambrose, when are we going to meet your dear Nadine?" DG asked innocently over dinner one night.

Ambrose coughed as he got bread stuck in his suddenly tight throat. He glared at Cain when the Tin Man pounded just a little too hard on his back. "She's quite a busy woman, Princess," he informed her. He hoped his minor choking problem would cover for his flaming face.

"Yes, Ambrose, we would love to see for ourselves this wonderful woman you've been hiding from us," Cain said a little too enthusiastically. Under the table where no one could see he curled one foot behind Ambrose's calf.

The advisor kicked him and sent him a look that spoke of revenge. "She may be wonderful but perhaps I'm being cautious, as it is still early in our relationship and it may not work out," he said through clenched teeth.

Cain grinned at him and went back to his dinner. DG looked between them, confused, but decided to let it go for now.

**

Long after the rest of the family went their separate ways for the night, Ambrose heard his chamber door open and close behind him, followed by the click of the lock. He didn't have to turn to know who it was.

Strong, loving arms wrapped around him from behind and he felt soft lips press against the back of his neck. "So, Nadine is it, now?"

Ambrose huffed and turned in Cain's arms. "What's wrong with that name? It's a perfectly nice name."

Wyatt cringed. "I just don't feel like having a new name every other week," he admitted. "The next time DG, or Azkadellia, or even her Majesty ask you about your love life, why can't you just tell them 'Wyatt makes me very happy, thank you'?"

With a heavy sigh, Ambrose pulled away and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm still getting used to being me again," he said, looking down at the fidgeting hands on his lap. "For fifteen years, I forgot what it was like to be in love, let alone what kind of person I would have loved. Until you came along, no one looked at me with anything but pity or disdain. I can't imagine what the reaction will be the day I tell the Queen that her top advisor is in love with the Captain of the Tin Men."

Cain sat on the bed next to Ambrose and wrapped an arm around the slumped shoulders. "Do you love me?"

"You know I do," Ambrose turned his head sharply to meet Cain's eyes.

"And you know I love you," Wyatt continued, his fingers curling around tendrils of dark hair.

Ambrose nodded.

"So what does it matter what the others will think? I fell in love with you when you were still 'Glitch,' that should tell everyone something about us," Cain leaned forward to kiss him tenderly. "If you can tell me, you can tell the world."

[candacestls.livejournal.com]

'squeeee' I love your drabbles! Vanilla? If your stuff is vanilla, honey, it's gourmet :) Let's see, hmmmmm How about a little pre-relationship jealousy from Cain or Glitch or
both? :)

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

Glitch, for want of anything better to do on the days he forgot what all the shiny, noisy things in his old lab were meant to be used for, often found himself wandering down the halls of the palace. Down the stairs, to the left, guided by instinct he wandered until he recognized the corridor where Wyatt Cain's new office was located.

Not wanting to bother the Tin Man with his absentminded musings, Glitch glided past the open door and settled into a convenient alcove at the end of the hall. He smiled as he glanced out the window that overlooked the eastern garden, now in bright summer bloom.

Voices down the hall distracted him and he peeked around the corner.

Cain was seeing someone out of his office, a very attractive woman in a long, plain dress and carefully arranged hair.

As Glitch watched from his hidden perch, he saw Cain take both of her hands in his own and lean forward to kiss the woman's cheek. Jaw dropping in shock, Glitch stared for a moment as the woman ducked her head with a blush and a smile before walking down the hall toward the front exit.

Glitch had never seen Wyatt do that with anyone, let alone a strange woman.

Without thinking, Glitch stormed out of his alcove and stomped determinately down the hall. He caught Cain's arm before the cop could make it back into his office and Glitch spun him around, shoving him up against the opposite wall.

Cain gave a surprised grunt and tried to push back but found himself unable to budge the angry looking advisor holding him up. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he hissed, hands coming up to grip Glitch's upper arms.

"Who was that?" Glitch fumed, unsure himself of where this sudden rage was coming from.

Opening and closing his mouth a couple of times, Cain looked at Glitch in stunned confusion. "Who?"

"That...woman," the advisor nearly snarled. "The one you kissed."

Cain eyed him and shifted against the hard wall. "You mean my cousin?"

Glitch wavered and stumbled back, eyes wide. "Cousin?"

"Yeah, she saw that I was back on the job and tracked me down," Wyatt straightened and twisted the crick in his neck. "Family is important to me, Glitch," he explained gently. "I was taught to show them respect and love."

"Oh," Glitch breathed. He buried his face in his hands, stepping back blindly to lean against the wall behind him. "Oh gods, I'm so sorry, I don't know what that was."

Cain took a step forward and raised a hand to touch Glitch's chin, forcing the advisor to look at him. "Looked to me like you were jealous," he said carefully.

Glitch looked away as he thought about his own reaction. "Really? You think so?"

With a knowing smirk, Cain dipped his head and gave Glitch a teasing kiss on the lips. "Trust me, if I saw you kiss another person, I'd have had the same reaction."

"Oh!" Glitch grinned happily. "In that case, when I remember if I have any family, I'll be sure to introduce them to you first."

[oh-bingo.livejournal.com]

Hmm, let me see how many ways can I be wicked....
Ambrose/Cain set to "Again and and Again" by the Bird and the Bee

(to be found here http://www.myspace.com/thebirdandthebee)

A tad dark.

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

Every day, an endless rhythm and pattern. Over and over, again and again, he came to Ambrose. Or Ambrose came to him. Sliding through the other's door in the still darkness of night.

Fumbling towards something neither were prepared for but committed to it all the same. No words spoken, no promises made as clothing tangled on the floor and bodies tangled on the neatly made bed. Cain found the silence disturbing, a creepy reminder that Ambrose was not Glitch, that a reckless stream of words would not flow from this man's agile mouth during these stolen moments.

But he didn't let this stop him from coming here, coming again.

"Don't call me Glitch," Ambrose had growled the first time Cain made that mistake.

This was not what Cain wanted, never wanted this to be so painfully stupid and fundimentally perfect all at once. It was everything his body wanted but even more of what he hated, about himself, about Ambrose and Glitch and all of it.

He wandered if he had fallen into another loop, over and over, again and again, out of long habit and waited for the day someone released him from his newest prison.

[lovemyfaceoff.livejournal.com]

Cain/Glitch.
Um, how about a conversation between Glitch and Cain where Cain talks about meeting him before when he was Ambrose.

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

"You were there the day I made Captain," Cain said casually as he and Glitch wandered the newly reclaimed halls of the Central City palace.

"Was I?" Glitch inquired, surprised.

Cain nodded absently as he looked up at the bare walls, noting the outline of where a framed portrait had once hung. "The Queen held an annual ceremony for all the promotions," he explained, remembering the day he received his silver star to replace the brass one. "You, or rather Ambrose, I suppose, stood at her side as she gave the formal speeches."

Glitch sighed wistfully. "I wish I could remember that. I bet you were very handsome."

"Looked pretty much the same as I do now," Cain shrugged modestly. "When the commissioner called our names, we stepped up to get our new badges." He looked sidelong at Glitch, squinting a bit to look for that same face from years before. "You were the one who pinned them on."

"Really?" Glitch grinned, delighted. "That must have been interesting, though I suppose I was more coordinated in those days."

"You did fine, Glitch," Cain smiled warmly. "I remember thinking you were so young, too young to be the advisor to the Queen herself. But I could see it in your eyes, for that brief moment we met. That level of genius I had no clue how to comprehend."

Glitch gave a fragile smile as he looked high up the wall. "Most brilliant man in all the universe, that Ambrose," he said sadly.

Cain bumped his shoulder against Glitch's. "You still are."

[avari-maethor.livejournal.com]

I have another for ya, this comes from an idea that appeared after reading someone else's story.

Cain is inspecting the old cells below the palace. He pauses outside a corner cell to write something down and when he looks up something in the cell catches his eye. Walking into the cell Cain traces his fingers over the carved words, 'MY NAME IS AMBROSE'.

Where it goes from there is up to you.

[luchia13.livejournal.com]

...that is absolutely fascinating.

Would you be able to link me the story, please?

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

Every prison cell had its own story, its history filled with pain and terror and courage to resist.

Cain could feel, deep in his core, everything that happened within these dark walls. While his own sentence had been to live alone, encased in tin and tortured with his own failure, others had not been even that lucky. Walking these halls with his notes and crudely drawn maps felt like walking through a nightmare of bitter resentment and hollow words.

Cement floors stained with things Cain would rather not consider mocked him from beyond barred doors. Some were open, some still closed. Scratches on the walls caught his eye every now and again but he kept going, noting on his drawings the cell numbers and descriptions.

It was the careful, tediously created gouges in the wall of the last cell in this corridor that drew his focus. When he read the words, his vision blurred white and suddenly he was sitting on the floor, sharp pain radiating up his back from the fall.

He left the papers where they had scattered and crawled on shaking legs across the cold, rust-colored floor. His hand rose on its own accord, tracing trembling fingers over the crisp, clear letters. 'MY NAME IS AMBROSE.'

It was a desperate reminder for a frighteningly brave man.

This was where Glitch had been born.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

A fic based on the poem Alone by Edgar Allan Poe, but with a happy ending. preferably from Glitch and/or Ambrose's POV.

Here's the poem if you havent read it:

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

This is a little odd, I admit.

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

Once there was a boy.

He saw the world in numbers, in patterns and rhythms and with such passion that his parents could not keep him. This boy belonged to the world and his destiny lay in the hands of those who ruled it.

He confounded his tutors, calling the color blue by its proper name, "6." Music could be drawn as only the boy could see it, with complicated and delicately flowing wheels and mechanisms working together in perfect synch. When he danced, he did so with eyes closed so he could concentrate on the machine only he could hear.

The boy thrived even as those around him watched him grow, with a sense of otherness surrounding him.

A prince himself now, if not by birth then through merit. The little sisters he was given charge of teaching math and science amused him greatly. He loved them like they were blood. They thought him an odd fellow, unable to grasp his profound knowledge of the universe and its colors, textures and shapes.

The day came when the youngest sister was sent away for safe keeping. The older sister, twisted and distorted by some unseen means, remembered the marvel of the boy's mind, its intricate workings and untapped power.

She had no need for the boy, only his knowledge. She took what she desired and discarded the rest.

Annuals passed without awareness. The boy, grown in body but no longer the same, watched the world turn black with storms, seasons change from red to gold to white and heard the patterns in the flowers as they bloomed. The numbers were missing, mixed up and jumbled. He could no longer remember if red was "3" or if orchids were "1-rest-2-and-3-and---."

The storm that delivered the littlest sister to him began a quest of memory, of finding his rhythm and numbers and colors. He collected two more on the road, others who gave him direction and clarity that he did not remember missing.

It was at the end of the journey that he faced the demon in the older sister's body that destroyed his beautiful system and ravaged his private machine.

***

When Raw took his hand away from Glitch's head and opened his eyes, he looked into the stunned faces of those around him. From below, he heard Glitch stutter and hesitantly ask if his machine was so bad.

Cain replied in a reverent voice, "Whatever it is, you sure sacrificed a lot to stop Azkadellia..."

Raw had seen much more than what he showed in the mirror, but he kept it to himself out of respect for the boy.

***

[lionille.livejournal.com]

I would love a drabble on the theme of either one being swamped with some kind of boring paperwork and the other getting them away from it or out of it. Thank you! :)

Time for some shameless smut!

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

Staring hopelessly at the piles of forms and requests on his desk that seemed to grow by the hour, Cain heaved a sigh and stretched his arms forward to loosen his aching back.

He hated paperwork and for a tiny fleeting moment remembered that there had been no forms to sign when he was in the tin suit. But then he recalled why that was a terrible thought and scratched his neck.

The tedium of the day was blessedly saved by Glitch bounding into the room and shoving the door closed behind him, latching the lock with one hand behind his back.

Cain raised an eyebrow. "To what do I owe this honor?"

Glitch grinned and waved his hand abstractly through the air. "Oh, you know. Minor fire incident in my lab, letting the smoke air out. I thought I would come see how your day was going."

With a bark of appalled laughter, Cain leaned back in his chair, tossing his pen down. "Only you, Sweetheart," he shook his head.

Gliding across the room in his usual elegant way, Glitch sidled up behind the seated cop and slid his arms down across leather. He nuzzled his chin against Cain's ear and gave a happy little purr. "Need a little distraction, Tin Man?"

Cain closed his eyes and a surprised gasp escaped when he felt a warm, nimble hand move down and cup between his legs, kneading slowly and making him hard. He tilted his head back and let Glitch capture his lips in a deep, slow kiss. One hand snaked up and wrapped around Glitch's neck, holding him there.

Breaking away reluctantly, Glitch made his way around the chair and gracefully knelt between Cain's legs. Cain watched as Glitch grinned up at him, then set to work unfastening the officer's pants.

Getting the idea very quickly and with an embarrassing amount of enthusiasm, Cain lifted up to tug his pants down just enough to expose his erection. He gave a pathetic sound when he saw Glitch lean in, taking Cain in his mouth without warning.

Grabbing the edge of the desk with one hand and resting the other on the back of Glitch's neck, Cain could feel nothing but the warm, slick slide of the mouth surrounding him. He let his head fall back and his hips jerked on their own. The hot skin under his hand moved rhythmically, speeding up and slowing down teasingly.

His hand clutched desperately at both the desk and Glitch as he felt his stomach tighten with hot need. "Glitch," he panted sharply in warning, moving his hand to grip the advisor's shoulder. Glitch didn't pull away, but sped up his movement until Cain couldn't hold back and he bit his lip when he came.

Several breathless moments passed before he could raise his head. Glitch was resting his forehead against Cain's thigh when he looked down. Cain slipped his hands under Glitch's arms and pulled. "Come up here."

"Yes, sir," Glitch complied playfully and stood, straddled Cain's legs and settled down on strong thighs. Cain reached between them and found that Glitch had already gotten his pants open. He shivered at the thought of Glitch touching himself while giving Cain pleasure.

Working his hand into Glitch's pants, he took the hard cock in his palm and stroked it in a familiar rhythm. Glitch squirmed against him and wrapped his arms around Cain's neck.

Glitch leaned into the kiss with wanton grace, biting and pushing against his lover with reckless agility. He released a sharp moan into Cain's mouth when he felt warm, welcome fingers dip into the back of his trousers, slipping down to touch him with intimate knowledge. One blunt fingertip pushed into him and his restraint was shattered.

Adding his own hand to the one Cain had stroking him, Glitch inhaled sharply and dropped his head against Cain's shoulder, shuddering and moaning through his release.

Panting harshly into the damp fabric of Cain's jacket. Glitch took several minutes to regain the ability to speak. Without lifting his head, he asked, "Are you almost done with today's work?"

Cain, one hand still smoothing slowly over Glitch's bare back under the layers of shirts, grunted. "Screw the paperwork, let's go to bed."

[prongs-padfoot.livejournal.com]

I've been teetering around this one for a while now...

Raw's POV. He's teaching Kalm the ways of the viewers, and the ways of the modern O.Z. when the young one asks some awkward questions about Cain and Glitch's very obvious established relationship. Like a "Bees and the Bees" discussion, Viewer style XD

I would love you forever if you wrote this one cracky little thing for me <3

Had to make this hard, huh? :)

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

The O.Z. was full of colors and textures that Kalm had never seen before in his life, as he had spent a majority of his few years locked in Azkadellia's tower.

When he first began exploring the gardens behind the royal palace with Raw, Kalm was overwhelmed by the sheer vastness of it all. He had so many new things to learn; what the colors meant and the tactile experience of the emotions surrounding every living thing he came in contact with.

Kalm had been exposed to a limited number of sensations while in his prison. He had learned from Lilo and Raw that the guards felt mostly brown because they were unhappy and bored. Azkadellia was bright, hot red because she was dangerous and they feared her. Lilo was surrounded by cold, pale gold, because he was fading. Kalm saw the colors Raw gave off change constantly: soft blue when he was sleeping, dark red when he was scared, and fierce orange when he was brave.

Now that everyone was free and spring had fully taken hold of their part of the world, Raw was teaching Kalm what all the other colors meant that had appeared.

Sitting together in the long, comfortable grass, Raw pointed out and explained with few words the meaning of the new spring colors to Kalm. Their hands brushed occasionally to ask questions or to convey the deeper understanding of how viewers deciphered it all.

"Queen and Ahamo are green," Kalm observed when he saw the couple walking past, holding hands.

Raw nodded. "Love," he stated simply. "All animals, including humans, are green when mated pair."

"Mated?" Kalm looked at him curiously, then glanced around the garden looking for other spots of warm green.

The older viewer shifted forward and touched a nearby flower. "Plants use color to bring bugs to them. Plant essence stick to bugs, then moved to other flowers. This how plants mate. Animals share own essence to mate, this how children made."

Kalm nodded, not really understanding. "Ahamo and Queen mated pair, have DG, Azkadellia?"

"Yes," Raw smiled at his young student. "Mother makes child."

Frowning slightly, Kalm looked across the garden questioningly. "Will Cain make child?"

Raw gave a baffled look, not knowing where this question had come from. "Cain have Jeb, but Cain not mother."

"Will Glitch be mother, then?" Kalm asked, pointing to where his eyes had spotted the right shade of green.

Lying on a blanket amongst the flowers were Cain and Glitch, their bodies enveloped by the warm, passionate green of love. Cain was on his back, one knee drawn up lazily while Glitch lay stretched along the Tin Man's side, one fist propping up his head. Glitch's other hand was resting on Cain's chest and the advisor was grinning contentedly. As the viewers watched, Glitch leaned down and kissed Cain slowly.

"OH," Raw sighed. "They bonded pair for love, not mated pair for children."

"Why?"

Raw groaned internally. He vowed to have a talk with Cain and Glitch about confusing poor young viewers and making him have to explain their bond.

[bloodanna.livejournal.com]

I have been wanting something based off of the song "What Sound" by Lamb [Download (http://download.yousendit.com/7C7ADA590B415CE0)] [Lyrics (http://www.lyricsfreak.com/l/lamb/what+sound_20081376.html)]
I don't know if it's too slow or simple to work with, but it always makes me think of Cain and I'd love to see what you come up with. ♥

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

It didn't happen the morning after the first time. It didn't even happen in the first annual they were together.

Actually, Cain had no idea when it had happened, perhaps it had been there all along but he was so used to the hollow resonance of himself that he never thought to listen.

One morning, long after the eclipse, Wyatt Cain woke to the sound of a heartbeat. Sometime during the night, he had shifted and curled himself in a tangled mess with Glitch. Glitch, for once, was sleeping on his back but Cain's arm was tucked under the mass of dark hair to keep the pull of the zipper from pushing into Glitch's head. Cain was pressed all along Glitch's side, his head resting on a warm, slightly damp patch of bare skin in the middle of Glitch's chest.

His ear was squished just in the right place, where he could hear the clear, steady beating of Glitch's heart. It wasn't the first time he had heard that soothing sound, but this time there was an echo.

With his ear sealed against skin, he could hear his own heart beating as well. The two beats did not match; Glitch's was slightly faster.

Once, Glitch had told him to 'have a heart.' Once he'd told Glitch that 'heart's got nothing to do with it.'

Finding his son had reminded him how important it was to have a heart. Cain hadn't considered that his had finally woken up from its long sleep.

"What're you doing?" Glitch mumbled sleepily, his hand coming up to pet Cain's short, pale hair.

"Just listening," Cain replied in a voice filled with awe.

[goldbryn.livejournal.com]

Repost of this comment...sorry...my last had a mistake in it that was bugging me!
There's a song, called the "Origin of Love" and there's a verse that make me think of Glitch...I dunno why, but it does...
The Song:
http://www.lyricsondemand.com/h/hedwigandtheangryinchlyrics/originoflovelyrics.html
The Verse:
Last time I saw you
We had just split in two
You were looking at me
I was looking at you
You had a way so familiar
But I could not recognize
'Cause you had blood on your face
I had blood in my eyes
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine, oh
That's the pain
That cuts a straight line down through the heart
We call it love

anything that is inspired by that...<3...
by the by...I love yous and your writings...they make me sooooo hapy!!!! wewt

Hmm. A bit strange, and short.

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

Glitch hadn't heard such a loud cacophony in his head in many, many years as he did the moment Raw's hand touched the glass. Time was short, he had codes to find but Ambrose's voice was dominant, so hard to ignore.

The voice that escaped his mouth was no longer his, but the soft, restrained tones of a man whose name Glitch had long forgotten. It was him, but not him, not anymore. Ambrose was talking to Cain, but inside, he was alone with Glitch in a place even Raw could not touch.

Ambrose was staring at the man his other half had become and memories of his darkest day flooded them both. Nothing in this place was real but Glitch swore he felt himself double over with the pain of it. The sharp vision of looking at himself through terrified eyes, watching through a wash of blood flowing freely over his slack face.

The vision was obscure, violent and strange and it made no sense. Glitch could not be remembering this, as he had been forced to sleep. Somewhere in his mind, Ambrose must have been aware. The thought of such a horrible possibility brought him to his not real knees and he cried out in his mind.

Numbers spilled from his mouth. Somewhere far away, Cain pushed buttons and chuckled at their success.

Inside, Glitch shook with the intense passion and longing flowing from Ambrose as the two halves of his soul fused, if only for a fleeting moment before they were torn apart again when Raw's hand was knocked away.

For truthwritaslies - Poison

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

I should have known from the moment I saw the confidence and surety in his deadly dance that Glitch would be a force of nature in other, more intimate ways. Hell, I should have known even before that when Glitch was rambling on about my "issues of masculinity."

Glitch was trying, in his own roundabout way, to tell me I needed to let go of the wheel, so to speak.

The night of the eclipse we fell into bed recklessly, all awkward energy and fumbling motion. Neither of us took the lead, nor followed. It was a desperate act of passion brought forth by survival.

It wasn't until weeks later after we had gained a sense of familiarity and understanding of eachother's bodies and minds that I saw the first glimpse of what Glitch had meant in that wagon.

Clothing was just a fading memory and we tumbled into bed in a flurry of hands and kisses and breathless moans. I looked up when I found myself on my back, Glitch hovering over me and the air stuck in my throat. His eyes were naturally dark, but now they were pure black.

He caught my hands and forced them up over my head, curling my fingers around the edge of the mattress. "Stay," he growled in a low, dangerous voice. I stayed.

Glitch slid down to kneel between my legs and he pushed them apart roughly, not to hurt but to control. His lips were hot where they brushed my erection and my hips jumped on their own. Hands came down to hold me in place and I wanted desperately to touch him but he had told me to stay.

Between burning kisses on my stomach and thighs and cock he spoke in a low, monotone voice. "Don't think. Don't move unless I move you. Don't touch unless I tell you to. If I glitch, remind me of who you are; tell me you love me and that you're mine."

"Why now?" I had to know.

"Because it's time," he answered with a crooked smile.

After that, there were no more clear thoughts. His fingers pushed into me and it was like nothing ever before; pain and needles and gods so warm and slick, he somehow knew exactly what he was doing.

Slippery hands pushed at my hips and he turned me over. Pulled me up to kneel, my arms still pulled by invisible chains over my head and he was between my legs. Inside me, so much of him pressing in and taking a part of me I never wanted to give up to anyone.

Glancing back over my shoulder I saw an ephemeral image of him, his sweat-damp hair stuck like black lace to his throat. Mouth open, eyes closed, head held high as he gripped shockingly powerful fingers into my thighs. I couldn't breath, I had to look away as his rhythm found purchase in my body.

He only faltered when he was close to finding release. Hard thrusts, such power behind his passion and he cried out. Pulsing into me, branding me.

Dark stained lips met the back of my neck, both of us trembling. He pulled himself from me slowly and tugged, turning me over onto my back again. He crawled up over me, slick with sweat and blushing with desire and effort. His lips met mine and his hot, scorching palm met my erection. Wrenching completion from me with such force I saw nothing but blinding white behind my closed eyelids for an eternal moment.

When it was over, Glitch stroked my chest and whispered into my ear, "Mine."

Re: For truthwritaslies - Poison

[bloodanna.livejournal.com]

Nuh. I hardly ever read sex fics, but this totally dragged me in.
This is just hot and rough and amazing.
I love how you kind of switch the roles, I don't think I've read a fic where Glitch is the Dom which is a shame because as you show here it can work so well (plus Cain really needs to lose control sometimes).
Plus the images you give are wonderfully powerful, the dark heat of it leaving one breathless.
Brilliant job.

[nuavarion.livejournal.com]

Wow, these were great. I loved the one with Glitch going to Wyatt's office. And the one with Raw and Kalm was cute.

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

Heh - thanks so much! :D