Questions
Title: Questions
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/35. Cranky
Character/Pairing: Gunther Thorson, Bobby Altman-Kaplan, Jean-Luc Lebeau
Rating: PG
Word Count: 208
Summary: “Why won’t my powers work on you?”
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
Gunther Thorson stood in front of Bobby Altman-Kaplan, arms akimbo as he glared at the young magus. Somehow, even while completely helpless and tried to a chair, he managed to thwart Gunther’s will. “Why won’t my powers work on you?”
Bobby studied the ceiling thoughtfully. “Because I’m a heartless bastard?” he suggested.
“Just let it go, Gunther,” Jean-Luc sighed, shoveling the random into a duffle bag. The emeralds glittered beautifully in the fading light. “We need to leave.”
“Not like this,” Gunther said grimly. “Not until I’ve bent him to my will.”
“Sounds kinky,” Bobby purred, leering.
“Shut up, pervert,” Gunther snapped, taking Bobby’s chin between his fingers, forcing his head back.
“You’re the one talking about bending me-” Bobby managed to get out before the young god kissed him. Gunther pulled back with a triumphant smirk.
“Now you are under my complete control,” Gunther announced smugly.
“For someone who claims to be straight, you use a lot of tongue,” Bobby noted, just as smug as the young god.
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/35. Cranky
Character/Pairing: Gunther Thorson, Bobby Altman-Kaplan, Jean-Luc Lebeau
Rating: PG
Word Count: 208
Summary: “Why won’t my powers work on you?”
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
Gunther Thorson stood in front of Bobby Altman-Kaplan, arms akimbo as he glared at the young magus. Somehow, even while completely helpless and tried to a chair, he managed to thwart Gunther’s will. “Why won’t my powers work on you?”
Bobby studied the ceiling thoughtfully. “Because I’m a heartless bastard?” he suggested.
“Just let it go, Gunther,” Jean-Luc sighed, shoveling the random into a duffle bag. The emeralds glittered beautifully in the fading light. “We need to leave.”
“Not like this,” Gunther said grimly. “Not until I’ve bent him to my will.”
“Sounds kinky,” Bobby purred, leering.
“Shut up, pervert,” Gunther snapped, taking Bobby’s chin between his fingers, forcing his head back.
“You’re the one talking about bending me-” Bobby managed to get out before the young god kissed him. Gunther pulled back with a triumphant smirk.
“Now you are under my complete control,” Gunther announced smugly.
“For someone who claims to be straight, you use a lot of tongue,” Bobby noted, just as smug as the young god.