Building a House the Anole Chronicles part 12: Crimson Guard
Title: Building a House the Anole Chronicles part 12: Crimson Guard
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Anole, Hellion
Prompt: 15. Crimson
Word Count: 235
Rating: PG
Summary: Julian loves a man in uniform.
Warnings: Slashy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Another Building a House story.
Victor tugged at the cuffs of his uniform jacket and scowled at his own reflection. He was proud to wear the uniform, proud of all it represented, but… but red really wasn’t his color. So of course, the formal uniform was mostly “Shoot Me, I’m a Target!” red.
“I love that uniform,” Julian announced.
“How do you keep getting in here?” Victor asked irritably. “Really, how?”
“I’ll admit,” Julian said, perching on the edge of Victor’s dresser and reaching out to button the last few buttons of Victor’s jacket, “that I usually use my powers as more of a blunt instrument, but I’m also pretty good at the fiddly little things, like likes.” He smirked. “As you may recall, I’m very good with clasps.”
“Is it too much to ask for you to behave yourself today?”
Julian pursed his lips thoughtfully. “That depends. What’s in it for me?”
“Julian,” Victor said flatly, turning to glare.
“All I want is an hour, when all this is over,” the telekinetic said, adjusting Victor‘s collar. “Just you and me. Can you give me that?”
“We’ll see.” Victor brushed Julian’s hands away. “Their Majesties are waiting.”
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Anole, Hellion
Prompt: 15. Crimson
Word Count: 235
Rating: PG
Summary: Julian loves a man in uniform.
Warnings: Slashy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Another Building a House story.
Victor tugged at the cuffs of his uniform jacket and scowled at his own reflection. He was proud to wear the uniform, proud of all it represented, but… but red really wasn’t his color. So of course, the formal uniform was mostly “Shoot Me, I’m a Target!” red.
“I love that uniform,” Julian announced.
“How do you keep getting in here?” Victor asked irritably. “Really, how?”
“I’ll admit,” Julian said, perching on the edge of Victor’s dresser and reaching out to button the last few buttons of Victor’s jacket, “that I usually use my powers as more of a blunt instrument, but I’m also pretty good at the fiddly little things, like likes.” He smirked. “As you may recall, I’m very good with clasps.”
“Is it too much to ask for you to behave yourself today?”
Julian pursed his lips thoughtfully. “That depends. What’s in it for me?”
“Julian,” Victor said flatly, turning to glare.
“All I want is an hour, when all this is over,” the telekinetic said, adjusting Victor‘s collar. “Just you and me. Can you give me that?”
“We’ll see.” Victor brushed Julian’s hands away. “Their Majesties are waiting.”