Ablativus Absolutus
itle: Ablativus Absolutus
Author: Patti
Rating: um, R - NC-17ish
Pairing: Dirk/Jan
Summary: We all know Latin is not the easiest of languages, and that there are some who need tutoring to pass the Latinum.
Feedback: is the nourishment for every artist and I dearly hope I won’t starve. Just tell me what you think about the crap my sick little mind has come up with, I won’t eat you^^
Beta: Julie
A/N: AU-ish ficlet (AU because Bela attended Realschule where they don’t have Latin to choose). The Ablativus Absolutus is a grammatical construction in Latin, a kind of independent clause/sentence within a sentence. The mentioned ‘verbis auditis’ (verbis is the ablativ, usually translated with ‘with’ but not here; auditis is the verb in the latin perfect participle passive, with the ablativ suffix) means ‘after the hearing of the words’ or ‘after hearing the words’ ‘after the words were heard’ etc.
This was written instead of practising Latin for the test next week.
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“So, what’s this ‘verbis auditis’ here?”
“Ph, no idea. You’re the teacher.”
A long-drawn, suffering sigh. “Does ‘Ablativus absolutus’ sound familiar to you?”
“Nope.”
“You’re kidding.” It wasn’t even a rethorical question. Jan let his head fall back, and stared at the ceiling in sheer desperation. Ever since he’d started tutoring Dirk a few weeks ago, it had been like this. His student was a year older than he, and was attending the 11th grade for the second time now; his mother was adamant that he should pass the year and, especially, Latin (he’d need at least a 4 to get his Latinum).
A wonderful plan! Unfortunately, there were two faults to it: a) Dirk wasn’t the least bit interested in being tutored; and b) Even if he had been interested, there was no way he could recoup the basics he’d missed - even simple things like AcI, or said Ablativus Absolutus. Jan found it miraculous that Dirk had managed to wriggle through serveral years of Latin tests.
Jan, of course, didn’t realize the error in his judgement- in truth, Dirk was rather happy about having Jan as a tutor, and indeed, very interested.
Interested in the way Jan buried his face in his hands... those same hands that would grip books tightly. Dirk wondered how those long, elegant, always ink-stained fingers would feel on naked skin, moving slowly down his body to finally grip around his cock in the same way that he grasped the spine of a book. Interested in the way his tutor tipped his head back, exposing the slim column of his throat and the pulsating carotid artery which woke other carnal instincts beside lust deep within him. Interested in those long legs... Dirk could watch Jan’s muscles play every time he paced the room, very much like a caged tiger, quizzing him for grammatical tenses which he blew every single time because he was too preoccupied with the crotch that was in the perfect height for him to mouth while he was sitting.
Lost in his musings, Dirk didn’t realize Jan was explaining something to him. He was staring out the window, listening to the raindrops hammering on the glass until he recognised some kind of drum pattern he could maybe use in…
A sharp smack over his head actually made him wince. “Ouch! What was that for?!”
“For you patently refusing to listen when I try to make you understand one of the basic grammatical constructions of Latin that you’re lost without! Why can’t you just pay attention for once?!”
Because all I can think about is you fucking me into the ground, Jan.
“That’s not what your mother pays me for, Dirk.”
Surprised, the addressed lifted his head, only to look into a blond-framed, very amused face with bright blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
“I didn’t say that out loud, did I?” Jan’s grin only deepened, became a leer. “I did.” A nod. “It was obvious, anyway.” Jan’s eyes flickered downwards, to Dirk’s crotch, made him blush slightly.
“Well, then, what are you waiting for?”
“You’re kidding.” It wasn’t a rethorical question.
“Never been so serious. Maybe I can even work up the attention for the Ablativus Absolutus afterwards.”
Another slap over the head. But this time, the hand stayed there, in the dark, ruffled mop of hair, pulled him closer, until breaths mingled, lips touched.
It was nothing like either of them had expected, carrying neither the dispassion that Dirk often gave the impression of, nor the shy and gentle air that Jan wore on his sleeve. It was the eruption of a volcano- starting slowly, than expanding with a bang to an eruption of molten heat and flames, invading every cell, leaving them thrilled and panting.
Jan’s fingers trembled as he fiddled with the buttons of Dirk’s shirt. “You ever…”
“Yeah.”
Frantic kisses, soon joined by hands exploring naked skin. Mouths dragging over slick flesh, mercilessly teasing nipples, abdomen, thighs- worshipping every square centimeter.
None of them ever noticed Diana open the door, poke her head into the room and watch the scene, mesmerised.
Author: Patti
Rating: um, R - NC-17ish
Pairing: Dirk/Jan
Summary: We all know Latin is not the easiest of languages, and that there are some who need tutoring to pass the Latinum.
Feedback: is the nourishment for every artist and I dearly hope I won’t starve. Just tell me what you think about the crap my sick little mind has come up with, I won’t eat you^^
Beta: Julie
A/N: AU-ish ficlet (AU because Bela attended Realschule where they don’t have Latin to choose). The Ablativus Absolutus is a grammatical construction in Latin, a kind of independent clause/sentence within a sentence. The mentioned ‘verbis auditis’ (verbis is the ablativ, usually translated with ‘with’ but not here; auditis is the verb in the latin perfect participle passive, with the ablativ suffix) means ‘after the hearing of the words’ or ‘after hearing the words’ ‘after the words were heard’ etc.
This was written instead of practising Latin for the test next week.
~+~oOo~+~
“So, what’s this ‘verbis auditis’ here?”
“Ph, no idea. You’re the teacher.”
A long-drawn, suffering sigh. “Does ‘Ablativus absolutus’ sound familiar to you?”
“Nope.”
“You’re kidding.” It wasn’t even a rethorical question. Jan let his head fall back, and stared at the ceiling in sheer desperation. Ever since he’d started tutoring Dirk a few weeks ago, it had been like this. His student was a year older than he, and was attending the 11th grade for the second time now; his mother was adamant that he should pass the year and, especially, Latin (he’d need at least a 4 to get his Latinum).
A wonderful plan! Unfortunately, there were two faults to it: a) Dirk wasn’t the least bit interested in being tutored; and b) Even if he had been interested, there was no way he could recoup the basics he’d missed - even simple things like AcI, or said Ablativus Absolutus. Jan found it miraculous that Dirk had managed to wriggle through serveral years of Latin tests.
Jan, of course, didn’t realize the error in his judgement- in truth, Dirk was rather happy about having Jan as a tutor, and indeed, very interested.
Interested in the way Jan buried his face in his hands... those same hands that would grip books tightly. Dirk wondered how those long, elegant, always ink-stained fingers would feel on naked skin, moving slowly down his body to finally grip around his cock in the same way that he grasped the spine of a book. Interested in the way his tutor tipped his head back, exposing the slim column of his throat and the pulsating carotid artery which woke other carnal instincts beside lust deep within him. Interested in those long legs... Dirk could watch Jan’s muscles play every time he paced the room, very much like a caged tiger, quizzing him for grammatical tenses which he blew every single time because he was too preoccupied with the crotch that was in the perfect height for him to mouth while he was sitting.
Lost in his musings, Dirk didn’t realize Jan was explaining something to him. He was staring out the window, listening to the raindrops hammering on the glass until he recognised some kind of drum pattern he could maybe use in…
A sharp smack over his head actually made him wince. “Ouch! What was that for?!”
“For you patently refusing to listen when I try to make you understand one of the basic grammatical constructions of Latin that you’re lost without! Why can’t you just pay attention for once?!”
Because all I can think about is you fucking me into the ground, Jan.
“That’s not what your mother pays me for, Dirk.”
Surprised, the addressed lifted his head, only to look into a blond-framed, very amused face with bright blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
“I didn’t say that out loud, did I?” Jan’s grin only deepened, became a leer. “I did.” A nod. “It was obvious, anyway.” Jan’s eyes flickered downwards, to Dirk’s crotch, made him blush slightly.
“Well, then, what are you waiting for?”
“You’re kidding.” It wasn’t a rethorical question.
“Never been so serious. Maybe I can even work up the attention for the Ablativus Absolutus afterwards.”
Another slap over the head. But this time, the hand stayed there, in the dark, ruffled mop of hair, pulled him closer, until breaths mingled, lips touched.
It was nothing like either of them had expected, carrying neither the dispassion that Dirk often gave the impression of, nor the shy and gentle air that Jan wore on his sleeve. It was the eruption of a volcano- starting slowly, than expanding with a bang to an eruption of molten heat and flames, invading every cell, leaving them thrilled and panting.
Jan’s fingers trembled as he fiddled with the buttons of Dirk’s shirt. “You ever…”
“Yeah.”
Frantic kisses, soon joined by hands exploring naked skin. Mouths dragging over slick flesh, mercilessly teasing nipples, abdomen, thighs- worshipping every square centimeter.
None of them ever noticed Diana open the door, poke her head into the room and watch the scene, mesmerised.