Precarious
Fanfiction: Precarious
Fandom: Heaven's Call
Synopsis: It all started with the mistletoe that hung precariously over the doorframe. It led into the eggnog that spilled onto the floor of the kitchen. It ended between the sheets, a low groan, and the feeling that this was wrong... very wrong. Dangerously wrong. But temptation justified it that night to be right.
Genre: ....DRAMA
Rating: ...NC-17....>>
Warnings: o.o
Disclaimer: I don’t own them ;-; But I know who does and she’s so cool, I fail in her wake. If I did own them, I wouldn’t be writing Daemon/Theo stories for her, now would I?
Dedication: To the creator, designer, and God of Heaven’s Call’s characters, Schu no Ko.
A/N: *singing* She’s is my schu-ness, you know it’s true, my schu no ko heart I love you~ I hope you enjoy it! (My second HC fic omigod)
Chapter One: Mistletoe
This isn’t happening.
It all started with the mistletoe that hung precariously over the doorframe. And, as much as Theo hated to admit it, it was truly his fault.
He would have blamed it on Zak, who had tiptoed onto the chair and pinned it in the hallway, but he couldn’t. Zak had wandered around the shop with the branch of mistletoe for fifteen minutes before coming back to Theo’s room.
“I don’t know where to put it.” The half-wizard had huffed, somewhat exasperated.
Theo sighed. “Anywhere.” He drained his flask of white thunder. Just as long as it’s far away from me. If he had been a smarter person, he would have asked Zak later to tell him where he had put it. Or at least remember that his cousin had put it up at all.
He would have blamed it on Morgan, who should have been watching Zak, but he couldn’t even do that. Morgan had been in the kitchen, cooking for the holiday season of Winter Solstice.
“As much as I would like to, I can’t watch Zak all the time.” Morgan had laughed. “He’s bored. The guild is closed for the holidays, as is the shop. Can you blame him?”
He couldn’t even blame it on Daemon, because…
Well, for the time being, he just couldn’t.
So now, the mistletoe dangled from the doorframe, almost teasing Theo. Red berries, known for poision. Green branches, so like holly. And the silver dust that spread everywhere.
“Achoo!” Snowy sneezed. Without a word, Theo scooped her up and out of harm’s way.
“Morgan!” Diana rushed to her baby boy, the rest of the family in hot pursuit. She promptly wiping non-existent crumbs off of his cheeks, to which he laughed. Zak stood shyly behind him and didn’t finch away when Diana caressed his face equally as lovingly.
Every time one of Morgan’s family members came and slammed the door, the mistletoe above the dinning room entryway would swing, but never fall. The particularly tall would have to duck, lest the branch graze their heads as they pass. And when that happened, the mistletoe would swing again, but never, ever fall.
While waiting for the commotion to die down, Theo resorted to hiding in his room. Group gatherings weren’t exactly his thing and if he waited, he could blend in a little better.
Snowy weaved through his legs as he walked towards the bed and flopped against it. She hopped onto it after him and snuggled onto his stomach.
“Nyah~ you didn’t say hello to grandma.”
“She isn’t my grandmother. She’s Morgan’s mom.”
“But she likes you. And she gives me treats.” With that thought, she purred.
“Just because someone likes you doesn’t mean they want you.”
“Is that so?” Something…something icy inside of Theo melted when Joey walked into the room. He flopped on the bed next to the wizard, finding his place in the crook of Theo’s neck. Snowy hopped off of Theo and bounded out of the room in search of treats from grandma. Among other things, she had learned “Joey-time” was not “Snowy-time” in Theo-speak.
Joey laced a hand into Theo’s. “You were saying?”
“Nothing important. Just a conversation with the cat, that’s all.”
“Right. Normal talk.” Joey laughed into Theo’s shoulder.
“Where have you been all day?”
“Buying stuff for Morgan and helping him. I got a break now that his family’s here.”
“And you aren’t down there because…?”
“You’re up here. Can’t I be up here too?”
An arm curled around Joey’s waist. “I don’t see a problem with it.”
“I do.” Joey smiled, pulling away. “You should go downstairs and at least sit through dinner. Work on those amazing social skills of yours.”
Theo groaned. “Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
In retrospect, he could technically have blamed it on Joey. He was the one, after all, who had forced him down the stairs in a ditch effort at being social. But…due to the circumstances… blaming Joey was neither fair nor just. … It just wasn’t.
Theo traipsed down the stairs, followed by Joey, and was immediately cooed over by Diana. Snowy teetered in her arms, grinning like a Cheshire kitten.
“Theo…” she smiled, placing a hair behind his ear. “How handsome you are.”
Cassandra grinned. “Joey must be all over him. Look, they came downstairs together.”
“Obviously it means something.” Moon nodded, eyes lightly running over Theo.
“Hm?” Zak tilted his head. “Morgan and I do that all the time.”
Silence.
“Ahem.” Morgan tried to regain control over the withheld laughter. “Dinner is served.”
It was at that exact moment Daemon and family decided to enter the door. “Happy Winter Solstice!” He exclaimed, allowing Willow and Rebecca to pass before him. Normally he wouldn’t have, but Becky was a toddler and had taken a liking to running between people’s legs.
If hindsight is 20/20, this was all Becky’s fault.
I’m not so desperate as to blame a child.
But it really was mostly her fault.
“Be cordial.” Joey said through widely grinning teeth before moving to greet Willow. He could have sworn Daemon’s wife had whispered the exact same thing, but he couldn’t be too sure.
Theo didn’t have to move before Daemon moved towards him first.
“Wizard.”
“Warlock.”
Joey gave him a look behind Willow’s curtain of hair and Theo sighed. Damn familial relations. He knew that being cordial did not mean being somewhat cold, but it didn’t mean, you know… nice. What he hated, what he absolutely loathed, was the fact that Daemon had that damn smug grin on his face that told Theo he knew he had to be nice or else face Joey’s consequences.
“It’s been a while.”
“It’s been two days.”
“It’s been a refreshing two days.”
“Now, Theo. It’s fine if you missed me. I don’t mind. Willow might.” He ignored the “Like hell I do!” that spouted out of his wife’s mouth at that time. “But I know you have your moments when you do.”
“I missed you as much as Zak misses story-time.”
“Boy?” A look crossed Daemon’s face as if he was remembering something. “Becky, what do we say to Uncle Zak?”
Becky, who had been deftly weaving under the table towards her Uncle Morgan, sprouted out behind his significant other.
“Bee!”
“Ah!” Zak yipped into Morgan’s arms and stared at the 1 ½ foot little girl who had turned her attentions to chewing on Diana’s robes.
Theo tilted his head forward, hoping his hair covered his laugh.
He could have blamed his hair, but that was downright pathetic.
Like a shot, Becky scrambled towards her father, darting between Theo’s legs. “I did it! I did it!”
In her hurry, she tripped and grabbed out for Theo’s pant leg. Theo, in turn, fell backwards into the doorframe that led to the dinning area where everyone had been seated. Partially wanting to save his daughter, partially wanting to keep Theo upright and off of him, Daemon pulled Theo to his left and bent to scoop Becky into his right. Both the force of gravity and the momentum of moving at an angle caused them all to over balance.
In short, the trio found themselves in a nice tangle of limbs and hair.
Rebecca was the first to sit up. She laughed merrily and pulled herself to her feet, tapping her tiny white shoes towards her mother.
“Theo, as much as I like having your leg on my elbow in my ribs, I would like it much more if you moved it.”
Theo groaned, rolling off of the warlock. Sometime during the fall they had bumped heads. There was going to be a nice bruise on his forehead tomorrow morning.
He pulled himself up onto shaky legs and groped for the doorframe. In an attempt to block the clanking of bells (laughter?) he heard in his ears, he leaned against it.
Morgan hid a smile behind a hand. “Did you have a nice trip, Daemon?”
“Lovely.” He sneered, picking himself up.
Another gale of laughter ensued.
Morgan turned, sliding a hand around Zak’s waist. “Help me light the candles?”
“Sure.”
“Rebecca, we must remember never to trip people unless it’s Daddy alone.”
“Okay.” She paused. “Mommy, what’s that?”
“That is an idiot.”
“That’s Daddy.”
“Same difference.”
“But not Daddy.”
Willow raised an eyebrow, not agreeing with her daughter. “What do you mean, dear?”
“I think she means that.” Diana pointed above Theo and Daemon’s heads. There, perched just as precariously as before, stood the mistletoe. If Theo hadn’t known better, he would have thought the sparkles were winking at him. Gotcha.
“Oh…” Zak’s eyebrows went to the top of his forehead. “Um…”
“Well, this wasn’t expected.” Morgan half mused, half wondered if he should add an extra charm or two or seven onto the kitchen. (There were already approximately nineteen standing already due to Zak’s cooking. He’d lost count after the gruel actually burnt.)
Theo cast around for Joey, who was frozen in a smile that didn’t hide his confusion and surprise. “…what?”
“The tradition states they should kiss.” Willow crossed her legs, eyebrow raised, and head crooked to the side. “What’ll it be, wanker?”
Daemon, who had been surprisingly quiet up until now, fumed. “Wench, are you challenging me?”
“Hmm… I think I am!” She jutted out her chin. “Unless, of course, you’re not man enough to kiss a man. Understandable.”
“Woman, I am so manly, I could kiss a hundred men!”
“Doubt it…” Morgan muttered into Zak’s ear. Zak’s face split into a grin.
“I don’t want you to kiss a hundred men. I want you to kiss that man.” She pointed to Theo.
I should blame Willow for this.
“I don’t care what man you kiss, as long as it isn’t me!” Theo made a move to leave, but Daemon grabbed his arm.
“You, out of the both of us, shouldn’t have a problem with this. You kiss men all the time.”
“I kiss one man.”
“Meaning you aren’t courageous enough to kiss another?”
“I’m not kissing you, Daemon. Stop begging me to.”
“I’m not begging. I’m saying you’re scared.”
“I’m not scared of kissing you, Daemon.”
“Prove it, then.”
“FINE!” He turned around in a huff and pushed Daemon into the side of the doorframe. “Here!” He grabbed the back of Daemon’s head and pulled it towards his mouth.
Daemon grabbed his forearm before he could go make contact. “Please.” He mumbled between them. “Allow me.”
He titled Theo’s chin and encircled an arm around him, silencing any words that crept up the back of his throat with his lips.
“Mmmfph!” Theo glared at him, earning a laugh from their audience, before closing his eyes. No, not closing. Sliding. As he couldn’t recall exactly why they fell in the first place.
The faintest trace of Daemon’s tongue brushed against his lips before he pulled away. Within the gales of laughter that surrounded them, Theo found himself exhaling loudly but not having the strength to take another full breath.
Daemon stared at him, not breathless, not speechless, but not giving him any clue of what strange phenomenon had just passed between them. The precarious balance between them had shifted and was now teetering dangerously.
He locked his jaw before turning away and breaking into a grin. “Once again, still mind-blowingly amazing.”
Theo shook his head to clear his thoughts but found that for the first time in years his mind was completely erased of everything but emotion.
Fandom: Heaven's Call
Synopsis: It all started with the mistletoe that hung precariously over the doorframe. It led into the eggnog that spilled onto the floor of the kitchen. It ended between the sheets, a low groan, and the feeling that this was wrong... very wrong. Dangerously wrong. But temptation justified it that night to be right.
Genre: ....DRAMA
Rating: ...NC-17....>>
Warnings: o.o
Disclaimer: I don’t own them ;-; But I know who does and she’s so cool, I fail in her wake. If I did own them, I wouldn’t be writing Daemon/Theo stories for her, now would I?
Dedication: To the creator, designer, and God of Heaven’s Call’s characters, Schu no Ko.
A/N: *singing* She’s is my schu-ness, you know it’s true, my schu no ko heart I love you~ I hope you enjoy it! (My second HC fic omigod)
Chapter One: Mistletoe
This isn’t happening.
It all started with the mistletoe that hung precariously over the doorframe. And, as much as Theo hated to admit it, it was truly his fault.
He would have blamed it on Zak, who had tiptoed onto the chair and pinned it in the hallway, but he couldn’t. Zak had wandered around the shop with the branch of mistletoe for fifteen minutes before coming back to Theo’s room.
“I don’t know where to put it.” The half-wizard had huffed, somewhat exasperated.
Theo sighed. “Anywhere.” He drained his flask of white thunder. Just as long as it’s far away from me. If he had been a smarter person, he would have asked Zak later to tell him where he had put it. Or at least remember that his cousin had put it up at all.
He would have blamed it on Morgan, who should have been watching Zak, but he couldn’t even do that. Morgan had been in the kitchen, cooking for the holiday season of Winter Solstice.
“As much as I would like to, I can’t watch Zak all the time.” Morgan had laughed. “He’s bored. The guild is closed for the holidays, as is the shop. Can you blame him?”
He couldn’t even blame it on Daemon, because…
Well, for the time being, he just couldn’t.
So now, the mistletoe dangled from the doorframe, almost teasing Theo. Red berries, known for poision. Green branches, so like holly. And the silver dust that spread everywhere.
“Achoo!” Snowy sneezed. Without a word, Theo scooped her up and out of harm’s way.
“Morgan!” Diana rushed to her baby boy, the rest of the family in hot pursuit. She promptly wiping non-existent crumbs off of his cheeks, to which he laughed. Zak stood shyly behind him and didn’t finch away when Diana caressed his face equally as lovingly.
Every time one of Morgan’s family members came and slammed the door, the mistletoe above the dinning room entryway would swing, but never fall. The particularly tall would have to duck, lest the branch graze their heads as they pass. And when that happened, the mistletoe would swing again, but never, ever fall.
While waiting for the commotion to die down, Theo resorted to hiding in his room. Group gatherings weren’t exactly his thing and if he waited, he could blend in a little better.
Snowy weaved through his legs as he walked towards the bed and flopped against it. She hopped onto it after him and snuggled onto his stomach.
“Nyah~ you didn’t say hello to grandma.”
“She isn’t my grandmother. She’s Morgan’s mom.”
“But she likes you. And she gives me treats.” With that thought, she purred.
“Just because someone likes you doesn’t mean they want you.”
“Is that so?” Something…something icy inside of Theo melted when Joey walked into the room. He flopped on the bed next to the wizard, finding his place in the crook of Theo’s neck. Snowy hopped off of Theo and bounded out of the room in search of treats from grandma. Among other things, she had learned “Joey-time” was not “Snowy-time” in Theo-speak.
Joey laced a hand into Theo’s. “You were saying?”
“Nothing important. Just a conversation with the cat, that’s all.”
“Right. Normal talk.” Joey laughed into Theo’s shoulder.
“Where have you been all day?”
“Buying stuff for Morgan and helping him. I got a break now that his family’s here.”
“And you aren’t down there because…?”
“You’re up here. Can’t I be up here too?”
An arm curled around Joey’s waist. “I don’t see a problem with it.”
“I do.” Joey smiled, pulling away. “You should go downstairs and at least sit through dinner. Work on those amazing social skills of yours.”
Theo groaned. “Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
In retrospect, he could technically have blamed it on Joey. He was the one, after all, who had forced him down the stairs in a ditch effort at being social. But…due to the circumstances… blaming Joey was neither fair nor just. … It just wasn’t.
Theo traipsed down the stairs, followed by Joey, and was immediately cooed over by Diana. Snowy teetered in her arms, grinning like a Cheshire kitten.
“Theo…” she smiled, placing a hair behind his ear. “How handsome you are.”
Cassandra grinned. “Joey must be all over him. Look, they came downstairs together.”
“Obviously it means something.” Moon nodded, eyes lightly running over Theo.
“Hm?” Zak tilted his head. “Morgan and I do that all the time.”
Silence.
“Ahem.” Morgan tried to regain control over the withheld laughter. “Dinner is served.”
It was at that exact moment Daemon and family decided to enter the door. “Happy Winter Solstice!” He exclaimed, allowing Willow and Rebecca to pass before him. Normally he wouldn’t have, but Becky was a toddler and had taken a liking to running between people’s legs.
If hindsight is 20/20, this was all Becky’s fault.
I’m not so desperate as to blame a child.
But it really was mostly her fault.
“Be cordial.” Joey said through widely grinning teeth before moving to greet Willow. He could have sworn Daemon’s wife had whispered the exact same thing, but he couldn’t be too sure.
Theo didn’t have to move before Daemon moved towards him first.
“Wizard.”
“Warlock.”
Joey gave him a look behind Willow’s curtain of hair and Theo sighed. Damn familial relations. He knew that being cordial did not mean being somewhat cold, but it didn’t mean, you know… nice. What he hated, what he absolutely loathed, was the fact that Daemon had that damn smug grin on his face that told Theo he knew he had to be nice or else face Joey’s consequences.
“It’s been a while.”
“It’s been two days.”
“It’s been a refreshing two days.”
“Now, Theo. It’s fine if you missed me. I don’t mind. Willow might.” He ignored the “Like hell I do!” that spouted out of his wife’s mouth at that time. “But I know you have your moments when you do.”
“I missed you as much as Zak misses story-time.”
“Boy?” A look crossed Daemon’s face as if he was remembering something. “Becky, what do we say to Uncle Zak?”
Becky, who had been deftly weaving under the table towards her Uncle Morgan, sprouted out behind his significant other.
“Bee!”
“Ah!” Zak yipped into Morgan’s arms and stared at the 1 ½ foot little girl who had turned her attentions to chewing on Diana’s robes.
Theo tilted his head forward, hoping his hair covered his laugh.
He could have blamed his hair, but that was downright pathetic.
Like a shot, Becky scrambled towards her father, darting between Theo’s legs. “I did it! I did it!”
In her hurry, she tripped and grabbed out for Theo’s pant leg. Theo, in turn, fell backwards into the doorframe that led to the dinning area where everyone had been seated. Partially wanting to save his daughter, partially wanting to keep Theo upright and off of him, Daemon pulled Theo to his left and bent to scoop Becky into his right. Both the force of gravity and the momentum of moving at an angle caused them all to over balance.
In short, the trio found themselves in a nice tangle of limbs and hair.
Rebecca was the first to sit up. She laughed merrily and pulled herself to her feet, tapping her tiny white shoes towards her mother.
“Theo, as much as I like having your leg on my elbow in my ribs, I would like it much more if you moved it.”
Theo groaned, rolling off of the warlock. Sometime during the fall they had bumped heads. There was going to be a nice bruise on his forehead tomorrow morning.
He pulled himself up onto shaky legs and groped for the doorframe. In an attempt to block the clanking of bells (laughter?) he heard in his ears, he leaned against it.
Morgan hid a smile behind a hand. “Did you have a nice trip, Daemon?”
“Lovely.” He sneered, picking himself up.
Another gale of laughter ensued.
Morgan turned, sliding a hand around Zak’s waist. “Help me light the candles?”
“Sure.”
“Rebecca, we must remember never to trip people unless it’s Daddy alone.”
“Okay.” She paused. “Mommy, what’s that?”
“That is an idiot.”
“That’s Daddy.”
“Same difference.”
“But not Daddy.”
Willow raised an eyebrow, not agreeing with her daughter. “What do you mean, dear?”
“I think she means that.” Diana pointed above Theo and Daemon’s heads. There, perched just as precariously as before, stood the mistletoe. If Theo hadn’t known better, he would have thought the sparkles were winking at him. Gotcha.
“Oh…” Zak’s eyebrows went to the top of his forehead. “Um…”
“Well, this wasn’t expected.” Morgan half mused, half wondered if he should add an extra charm or two or seven onto the kitchen. (There were already approximately nineteen standing already due to Zak’s cooking. He’d lost count after the gruel actually burnt.)
Theo cast around for Joey, who was frozen in a smile that didn’t hide his confusion and surprise. “…what?”
“The tradition states they should kiss.” Willow crossed her legs, eyebrow raised, and head crooked to the side. “What’ll it be, wanker?”
Daemon, who had been surprisingly quiet up until now, fumed. “Wench, are you challenging me?”
“Hmm… I think I am!” She jutted out her chin. “Unless, of course, you’re not man enough to kiss a man. Understandable.”
“Woman, I am so manly, I could kiss a hundred men!”
“Doubt it…” Morgan muttered into Zak’s ear. Zak’s face split into a grin.
“I don’t want you to kiss a hundred men. I want you to kiss that man.” She pointed to Theo.
I should blame Willow for this.
“I don’t care what man you kiss, as long as it isn’t me!” Theo made a move to leave, but Daemon grabbed his arm.
“You, out of the both of us, shouldn’t have a problem with this. You kiss men all the time.”
“I kiss one man.”
“Meaning you aren’t courageous enough to kiss another?”
“I’m not kissing you, Daemon. Stop begging me to.”
“I’m not begging. I’m saying you’re scared.”
“I’m not scared of kissing you, Daemon.”
“Prove it, then.”
“FINE!” He turned around in a huff and pushed Daemon into the side of the doorframe. “Here!” He grabbed the back of Daemon’s head and pulled it towards his mouth.
Daemon grabbed his forearm before he could go make contact. “Please.” He mumbled between them. “Allow me.”
He titled Theo’s chin and encircled an arm around him, silencing any words that crept up the back of his throat with his lips.
“Mmmfph!” Theo glared at him, earning a laugh from their audience, before closing his eyes. No, not closing. Sliding. As he couldn’t recall exactly why they fell in the first place.
The faintest trace of Daemon’s tongue brushed against his lips before he pulled away. Within the gales of laughter that surrounded them, Theo found himself exhaling loudly but not having the strength to take another full breath.
Daemon stared at him, not breathless, not speechless, but not giving him any clue of what strange phenomenon had just passed between them. The precarious balance between them had shifted and was now teetering dangerously.
He locked his jaw before turning away and breaking into a grin. “Once again, still mind-blowingly amazing.”
Theo shook his head to clear his thoughts but found that for the first time in years his mind was completely erased of everything but emotion.