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Drabble request meme
Taken from a goodly number of folks on my flist:
The first ELEVEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me in fandoms I'm familiar with. No need to repost at your own LJ; chances are you've already done it. Fandoms include: Tolkien, Harry Potter, Wraeththu, Swordspoint, The Persian Boy, and
maculategiraffe's Slave Breakers 'verse. It might take me a few days to do them all and if this proves popular, maybe I'll do a few more. I won't be a stickler for exactly 100 words. They might be a bit more, depending on how creative you get. I'm all about procrastinating from what I should be doing. :P
The first ELEVEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me in fandoms I'm familiar with. No need to repost at your own LJ; chances are you've already done it. Fandoms include: Tolkien, Harry Potter, Wraeththu, Swordspoint, The Persian Boy, and
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Title: The Hunter Gets Captured by the Game
Fandom: Wraeththu
Pairing: Cal/Cobweb
Rating: adultish
W/C: 169
They circled each other like panthers: sleek, fierce, deadly.
"I know you're curious," Cal said, his voice a sultry wind on a summer's night.
"You know nothing," Cobweb hissed, his hair taking on a mind of its own due to static in the air.
"So Terzian's a Varr." Cal stopped prowling, grabbed one of Cobweb's hands and pressed it, hard, against the relative flat of his groin. "I was Uigenna. Run with a real wolf. Just once." He flicked out his tongue, ran it across the bottom of his top teeth.
Cobweb glared, eyes hard as diamonds. Dawning comprehension softened his expression from granite to sandstone; his long fingers probed along the leather, still finding him soume. Cal rocked sinuously, getting off on Cobweb's shock as much as the stimulation.
"I may have to gag you first," Cobweb said in a voice roughened by his desire. "You want to talk too much."
"But then you wouldn't get to taste this," Cal murmured, claiming Cobweb's mouth with a searing kiss.
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