Underworld: General Series
Title: Some secretes should be left alone
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Viktor/Kraven
Prompt: 77: What
Word Count: 367
Rating: PG13
Author's Notes: Just being silly!
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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For centuries he wondered what the big “Secret” was about Viktor’s room. Okay not so much the Elder’s main chamber but more to the point, the Elder’s Bedroom. No amount of bribing, coaxing, promises, threats and out right sneakiness had gained Kraven entry to the man’s bedroom. It drove the former Regent crazy with curiosity about the elusive bed chamber and what was in it. Now that Kraven was the man’s lover he *finally* knew the “Big Secret”.
“What. Is. That.”
The raven haired man stood practically dumbfounded next to Viktor’s,
“My bed. Duh.” Was the dry answer. “*That* is my bed.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“There is nothing wrong with it I assure you; it is soft without being too soft, strudy, warm, I have enjoyed many a restful day in it and I have had it since,”
“You were ten?” was the smirked statement.
“...Kraven...!”
“No I find it adorable really.” The younger vampire in fact plopped his ass right down on the edge of the bed and petted the coverings. “I mean what self respecting Man wouldn’t want to sleep in such a bed.” Kraven gave his mate a sly grin, lounging out on said bed, his feet hanging off the end, careful not to wiggle too much for fear of it collapsing under him. “After all you are ‘Viktor!’ elder to both Great Covens, Warlord of both Budapest and Hungry, the mightiest of the vampire warriors…”
“Alright! I get the point.” Was the impatiently snapped response as the elder grabbed his pillow out from under Kraven’s head then smacked the laughing and irritating fledging on the face before raising his chin and with a sniff declared. “We will sleep in your over sized bed until we find a replacement for my well to do single sized bed.” Viktor raised his eyebrow again. “Happy?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
A fit of laughter was heard before Kraven bounced to his feet, “Viktor, *My* bed is a single sized bed - *YOUR* bed is a cot.”
“It’s a bed.”
“Cot!”
“It’s just fine.”
“It’s a Cot.”
“Maybe instead of a larger bed I should purchase a second one push it against mine just for you.”
“...Viktor...”
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Viktor/Kraven
Prompt: 77: What
Word Count: 367
Rating: PG13
Author's Notes: Just being silly!
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
+ :: + :: +:: +:: + :: + :: + :: +:: + :: +
For centuries he wondered what the big “Secret” was about Viktor’s room. Okay not so much the Elder’s main chamber but more to the point, the Elder’s Bedroom. No amount of bribing, coaxing, promises, threats and out right sneakiness had gained Kraven entry to the man’s bedroom. It drove the former Regent crazy with curiosity about the elusive bed chamber and what was in it. Now that Kraven was the man’s lover he *finally* knew the “Big Secret”.
“What. Is. That.”
The raven haired man stood practically dumbfounded next to Viktor’s,
“My bed. Duh.” Was the dry answer. “*That* is my bed.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“There is nothing wrong with it I assure you; it is soft without being too soft, strudy, warm, I have enjoyed many a restful day in it and I have had it since,”
“You were ten?” was the smirked statement.
“...Kraven...!”
“No I find it adorable really.” The younger vampire in fact plopped his ass right down on the edge of the bed and petted the coverings. “I mean what self respecting Man wouldn’t want to sleep in such a bed.” Kraven gave his mate a sly grin, lounging out on said bed, his feet hanging off the end, careful not to wiggle too much for fear of it collapsing under him. “After all you are ‘Viktor!’ elder to both Great Covens, Warlord of both Budapest and Hungry, the mightiest of the vampire warriors…”
“Alright! I get the point.” Was the impatiently snapped response as the elder grabbed his pillow out from under Kraven’s head then smacked the laughing and irritating fledging on the face before raising his chin and with a sniff declared. “We will sleep in your over sized bed until we find a replacement for my well to do single sized bed.” Viktor raised his eyebrow again. “Happy?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
A fit of laughter was heard before Kraven bounced to his feet, “Viktor, *My* bed is a single sized bed - *YOUR* bed is a cot.”
“It’s a bed.”
“Cot!”
“It’s just fine.”
“It’s a Cot.”
“Maybe instead of a larger bed I should purchase a second one push it against mine just for you.”
“...Viktor...”