Tin Man fanfic: When Wonderland Shatters (3/14)
Title: When Wonderland Shatters - 3 of 14
Author: Surreal
Characters/Pairings: Glitch/Cain, DG, Raw, Azkadellia, Queen, Ahamo, others
Genre: Adventure, romance
Rating: NC-17 (violence, m/m slash)
Disclaimer: The characters and settings belong to L. Frank Baum and the creative minds behind Tin Man. I do not claim to own anything.
Summary: Of all the indicators that their beautiful kingdom had gone to hell, it was the most simple of gestures that told those watching the moment they all had been utterly screwed.
Previously
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03. Changing horses midstream
Cain set the last of their bags next to the front door, ready to leave first thing in the morning. He had finally gotten Glitch settled for the night; it had taken nearly an hour to convince the other man even to eat something after the scare they’d had.
By mutual consent, they agreed to wait until daybreak to return to the Tower. Glitch had worked long into the late hours to fill his notebooks with as much as he could detail about the attack on the cabin, consulting with Cain for his perspective on the ordeal. After the third time Cain had passed through the living area and found Glitch with his face planted on the desk, he decided it was time to call it a night.
Returning to where he had virtually poured the half-sleeping Glitch into the cabin’s only bed, Cain stripped down to his underclothes and slid under the covers.
Glitch heaved a sigh and rolled from his stomach to his side, facing Wyatt. He shoved his fist into the flat pillow under his chin. “Do you think I’ll be able to find something useful in the few books Azkadee’s scientists brought over to the Tower? They’re mostly my technical manuals, designs and things.”
Wyatt raised a hand and threaded his fingers through Glitch’s hair, mindlessly stroking his scalp. “I can’t say for sure, but we’ll probably have to go back to your workshop in Central.”
“Probably,” Glitch agreed sadly. “I was looking forward to this time with you, too.” His wistful smile was just barely visible in the dim light from the moons.
“There’s still tonight,” Cain reminded him just before leaning across to capture his lips.
Glitch breathed into the kiss, hand coming up to slide under Wyatt’s thin shirt and stroke over warm skin. He pulled himself closer, pressing their bodies together all the way down to their feet.
Cain shifted his hand on Glitch’s head, moving it back to cup lightly over the pull of the zipper. He rolled them so he was on top, pinning Glitch under him but keeping his hand where it could protect the back of the head.
Each working a hand between them, they shifted their few loose clothes out of the way enough to press hot, hard flesh together in a most pleasant way. Glitch pulled his legs up and braced both feet on either side of Cain’s legs, giving him leverage to push up.
Arms wrapped around Wyatt and holding them together, Glitch let his head fall back into the supporting hand and gave himself over to the primal rhythm of heat and lust. No words were spoken; only soft grunts, ragged gasps and the rapid beating of two hearts gradually told them when they were close.
Wyatt’s hand tightened where it held onto Glitch’s hip and he moaned sharply into the ear next to his lips. His back arced and the slickness between them, the musky scent of sex sent Glitch into blinding oblivion.
**
A day and a half of hard riding with the wind at their backs found them back at the Tower sitting at one of the large, thick meeting tables surrounded by what seemed like the whole population of the structure.
Cain sat quietly and let Glitch relay what had happened, only cutting in to supply a word, clarify a point or to bring the explanation back on track if Glitch went off on a tangent.
“You made the right choice to come back when you did,” Ozma nodded solemnly when Glitch finally wound down his story. “It is for the best to keep us all together in the face of this unknown threat. Our strength is in our collectivity.”
“Nothing like changing horses midstream,” Cain mumbled to himself, wondering if the others noticed how quickly the Queen had changed her attitude toward having Glitch around.
Not quietly enough; he grunted when DG’s foot connected with the back of his leg. “Shut up,” she hissed. Raising her voice, she asked, “Does anyone have any ideas of what it was they saw?”
“I’m afraid the description is too vague, there are simply too many possibilities,” Tutor gave an apologetic shrug. “Mr. Glitch is the only one of us who has a real chance of figuring it out, all of his journals are in his own personal language.”
“I can help with the books,” Cain offered, drawing puzzled looks from the others. “What? He taught me how to read his code.”
Raw’s voice broke the stunned silence following that statement. “Raw can help memories.”
“And I’m not letting the three of you go without me,” DG threw her own hat into the ring. She stood, hiking up her skirts determinedly. “Come on, then. Give me five,” a glance down, “ten minutes to put on some proper clothes and pack a bag. You two are already packed for traveling and Raw, you’ve got until I get back downstairs to have your things ready.”
The three men stood quickly, having learned not to argue with the princess.
Fifteen minutes later, the four of them were stuffed into a car with their bags, Glitch’s books and a large supply of coffee. They were off to the abandoned workshop, dark storm clouds closing in as Cain drove down the old road.
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Part 4
Author: Surreal
Characters/Pairings: Glitch/Cain, DG, Raw, Azkadellia, Queen, Ahamo, others
Genre: Adventure, romance
Rating: NC-17 (violence, m/m slash)
Disclaimer: The characters and settings belong to L. Frank Baum and the creative minds behind Tin Man. I do not claim to own anything.
Summary: Of all the indicators that their beautiful kingdom had gone to hell, it was the most simple of gestures that told those watching the moment they all had been utterly screwed.
Previously
***
03. Changing horses midstream
Cain set the last of their bags next to the front door, ready to leave first thing in the morning. He had finally gotten Glitch settled for the night; it had taken nearly an hour to convince the other man even to eat something after the scare they’d had.
By mutual consent, they agreed to wait until daybreak to return to the Tower. Glitch had worked long into the late hours to fill his notebooks with as much as he could detail about the attack on the cabin, consulting with Cain for his perspective on the ordeal. After the third time Cain had passed through the living area and found Glitch with his face planted on the desk, he decided it was time to call it a night.
Returning to where he had virtually poured the half-sleeping Glitch into the cabin’s only bed, Cain stripped down to his underclothes and slid under the covers.
Glitch heaved a sigh and rolled from his stomach to his side, facing Wyatt. He shoved his fist into the flat pillow under his chin. “Do you think I’ll be able to find something useful in the few books Azkadee’s scientists brought over to the Tower? They’re mostly my technical manuals, designs and things.”
Wyatt raised a hand and threaded his fingers through Glitch’s hair, mindlessly stroking his scalp. “I can’t say for sure, but we’ll probably have to go back to your workshop in Central.”
“Probably,” Glitch agreed sadly. “I was looking forward to this time with you, too.” His wistful smile was just barely visible in the dim light from the moons.
“There’s still tonight,” Cain reminded him just before leaning across to capture his lips.
Glitch breathed into the kiss, hand coming up to slide under Wyatt’s thin shirt and stroke over warm skin. He pulled himself closer, pressing their bodies together all the way down to their feet.
Cain shifted his hand on Glitch’s head, moving it back to cup lightly over the pull of the zipper. He rolled them so he was on top, pinning Glitch under him but keeping his hand where it could protect the back of the head.
Each working a hand between them, they shifted their few loose clothes out of the way enough to press hot, hard flesh together in a most pleasant way. Glitch pulled his legs up and braced both feet on either side of Cain’s legs, giving him leverage to push up.
Arms wrapped around Wyatt and holding them together, Glitch let his head fall back into the supporting hand and gave himself over to the primal rhythm of heat and lust. No words were spoken; only soft grunts, ragged gasps and the rapid beating of two hearts gradually told them when they were close.
Wyatt’s hand tightened where it held onto Glitch’s hip and he moaned sharply into the ear next to his lips. His back arced and the slickness between them, the musky scent of sex sent Glitch into blinding oblivion.
**
A day and a half of hard riding with the wind at their backs found them back at the Tower sitting at one of the large, thick meeting tables surrounded by what seemed like the whole population of the structure.
Cain sat quietly and let Glitch relay what had happened, only cutting in to supply a word, clarify a point or to bring the explanation back on track if Glitch went off on a tangent.
“You made the right choice to come back when you did,” Ozma nodded solemnly when Glitch finally wound down his story. “It is for the best to keep us all together in the face of this unknown threat. Our strength is in our collectivity.”
“Nothing like changing horses midstream,” Cain mumbled to himself, wondering if the others noticed how quickly the Queen had changed her attitude toward having Glitch around.
Not quietly enough; he grunted when DG’s foot connected with the back of his leg. “Shut up,” she hissed. Raising her voice, she asked, “Does anyone have any ideas of what it was they saw?”
“I’m afraid the description is too vague, there are simply too many possibilities,” Tutor gave an apologetic shrug. “Mr. Glitch is the only one of us who has a real chance of figuring it out, all of his journals are in his own personal language.”
“I can help with the books,” Cain offered, drawing puzzled looks from the others. “What? He taught me how to read his code.”
Raw’s voice broke the stunned silence following that statement. “Raw can help memories.”
“And I’m not letting the three of you go without me,” DG threw her own hat into the ring. She stood, hiking up her skirts determinedly. “Come on, then. Give me five,” a glance down, “ten minutes to put on some proper clothes and pack a bag. You two are already packed for traveling and Raw, you’ve got until I get back downstairs to have your things ready.”
The three men stood quickly, having learned not to argue with the princess.
Fifteen minutes later, the four of them were stuffed into a car with their bags, Glitch’s books and a large supply of coffee. They were off to the abandoned workshop, dark storm clouds closing in as Cain drove down the old road.
***
Part 4