Possessions
Dragon Isles drabble. Vinnissaen POV.
Not really all that crack!tacular. More introspective, again. >.> Sowwy, graphitesmudges. 6.6
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"Vinni!"
Vinnissaen braced himself, managing only by innate grace (and sheer luck) not to get knocked over. He glared balefully at the over-enthusiastic redhead attached to him, ignoring the snickers from the rest of the crew.
"Ruadh." His eyes narrowed. "Shoes."
Ruadh wilted, releasing Vinnissaen to stare down mournfully at his feet. "They're uncomfortable."
Vinnissaen waited. Ruadh sighed. "Fine, fine, I'm going." He glared balefully at his bare feet, sharp red dragon-claws exposed, and turned toward the door to their cabin. Mid-turn he paused, and Vinnissaen's eyes flew open as he brought his hands up swiftly.
Too late, as Ruadh already had him, kissing him with a passion and certainty that never failed to leave Vinnissaen breathless. No one as happy and carefree as that damned dragon should be able to kiss like that.
When Ruadh finally released him, it took him several moments to recollect his scattered wits. By the time he did Ruadh was gone - hopefully to their cabin to put his damned shoes on - and his crew were laughing. Again.
Vinnissaen glared. "You all don't seem to have enough to do," he snapped acidly. "I want this ship scrubbed and polished, keel to stern. And that includes the rigging. Go!"
Groaning, the formerly-snickering sailors headed off to do as ordered. Vinnissaen kept glaring, sorely tempted to fling a little fireball at the retreating smartasses.
"I really don't see it," his first mate commented. "What in the seas does that dragon see in you that you've got him so whipped?" Kormiel grinned. "Besides the temper, of course."
Vinnissaen grimaced, looking out over his ship, not rising to the bait. What did Ruadh see in him? By all rights Vinnissaen was the one who should be obeying Ruadh's edicts. Vinnissaen was the one who owed Ruadh his life twice over. But it was Ruadh who bent to Vinnissaen's whims, patiently enduring whatever Vinnissaen threw at him without complaint just to be able to stay with Vinnissaen.
It didn't make sense; it likely never would. And in some ways Vinnissaen hoped it never did. Though he'd never admit it even under torture, he rather liked the uncertainty of never knowing what Ruadh was up to. Never knowing when he might be ambushed, swept up into a fiery kiss that left him hard and breathless.
He'd come to terms with the fact that, barring a miracle, he was never going to repay his life debt to Ruadh. And somehow, he didn't mind that either. As long as he owed Ruadh, he belonged to Ruadh, in many ways. A dragon's prize treasure wasn't such a bad thing to be.
The problem was in making certain no one else came along who made a better dragon treasure than Vinnissaen did. Ruadh was just enough of an idiot to get distracted by something shiny and wander off to play with his new toy, completely forgetting the old one. He barely even looked at the enormous chest of jewels he'd brought on board with him anymore, except to pull out various pieces and attempt to dress Vinnissaen in them.
Which he'd only given into once, and that was just because he'd been sick of arguing and most definitely not because of the pathetic pleading in ruby red eyes.
Maybe he should ease up on Ruadh. There really wasn't any reason the dragon had to wear shoes, except that Vinnissaen didn't like sharing. Anything. Especially his infuriating, idiotic, beautiful dragon. Which included his toes.
If Vinnissaen had his way, he wouldn't let Ruadh out of his cabin. Ever. If he was Ruadh's greatest treasure, then Ruadh was his.
Sometimes, he almost felt more like a dragon than a fire child.
Which he was sure he could somehow blame on Ruadh as well.
The door to his quarters opened and Ruadh stepped out, grimacing as he wiggled one foot in an attempt to get his shoes to feel right. Even shoes custom-made for dragon feet weren't all that comfortable, apparently. Though Ruadh still donned them every time Vinnissaen asked, because he was Ruadh.
Vinnissaen narrowed his eyes, then stalked down the stairs to the deck and up to Ruadh. The dragon winced.
"I'm wearing them! See?" Ruadh wiggled one foot again.
"You forgot something," Vinnissaen said, pointing back into his cabin.
"I did?" Ruadh asked, confused.
"You did," Vinnissaen confirmed. "Go."
Obviously bewildered, Ruadh nevertheless obediently turned and went back inside. Vinnissaen followed him, closing the door behind them and latching it shut.
"Vinn-mmm!"
Before Ruadh could do more than attempt his name, Vinnissaen had him pinned up against the cabin wall, trapping Ruadh's mouth with his own even as he made short work of the layers of clothing he'd forced the dragon into earlier this morning.
While he still didn't know what he'd done to attract a dragon's interest, he did know how to keep that interest and had no problems expressing his knowledge in new and creative ways whenever the opportunity arose.
Not really all that crack!tacular. More introspective, again. >.> Sowwy, graphitesmudges. 6.6
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"Vinni!"
Vinnissaen braced himself, managing only by innate grace (and sheer luck) not to get knocked over. He glared balefully at the over-enthusiastic redhead attached to him, ignoring the snickers from the rest of the crew.
"Ruadh." His eyes narrowed. "Shoes."
Ruadh wilted, releasing Vinnissaen to stare down mournfully at his feet. "They're uncomfortable."
Vinnissaen waited. Ruadh sighed. "Fine, fine, I'm going." He glared balefully at his bare feet, sharp red dragon-claws exposed, and turned toward the door to their cabin. Mid-turn he paused, and Vinnissaen's eyes flew open as he brought his hands up swiftly.
Too late, as Ruadh already had him, kissing him with a passion and certainty that never failed to leave Vinnissaen breathless. No one as happy and carefree as that damned dragon should be able to kiss like that.
When Ruadh finally released him, it took him several moments to recollect his scattered wits. By the time he did Ruadh was gone - hopefully to their cabin to put his damned shoes on - and his crew were laughing. Again.
Vinnissaen glared. "You all don't seem to have enough to do," he snapped acidly. "I want this ship scrubbed and polished, keel to stern. And that includes the rigging. Go!"
Groaning, the formerly-snickering sailors headed off to do as ordered. Vinnissaen kept glaring, sorely tempted to fling a little fireball at the retreating smartasses.
"I really don't see it," his first mate commented. "What in the seas does that dragon see in you that you've got him so whipped?" Kormiel grinned. "Besides the temper, of course."
Vinnissaen grimaced, looking out over his ship, not rising to the bait. What did Ruadh see in him? By all rights Vinnissaen was the one who should be obeying Ruadh's edicts. Vinnissaen was the one who owed Ruadh his life twice over. But it was Ruadh who bent to Vinnissaen's whims, patiently enduring whatever Vinnissaen threw at him without complaint just to be able to stay with Vinnissaen.
It didn't make sense; it likely never would. And in some ways Vinnissaen hoped it never did. Though he'd never admit it even under torture, he rather liked the uncertainty of never knowing what Ruadh was up to. Never knowing when he might be ambushed, swept up into a fiery kiss that left him hard and breathless.
He'd come to terms with the fact that, barring a miracle, he was never going to repay his life debt to Ruadh. And somehow, he didn't mind that either. As long as he owed Ruadh, he belonged to Ruadh, in many ways. A dragon's prize treasure wasn't such a bad thing to be.
The problem was in making certain no one else came along who made a better dragon treasure than Vinnissaen did. Ruadh was just enough of an idiot to get distracted by something shiny and wander off to play with his new toy, completely forgetting the old one. He barely even looked at the enormous chest of jewels he'd brought on board with him anymore, except to pull out various pieces and attempt to dress Vinnissaen in them.
Which he'd only given into once, and that was just because he'd been sick of arguing and most definitely not because of the pathetic pleading in ruby red eyes.
Maybe he should ease up on Ruadh. There really wasn't any reason the dragon had to wear shoes, except that Vinnissaen didn't like sharing. Anything. Especially his infuriating, idiotic, beautiful dragon. Which included his toes.
If Vinnissaen had his way, he wouldn't let Ruadh out of his cabin. Ever. If he was Ruadh's greatest treasure, then Ruadh was his.
Sometimes, he almost felt more like a dragon than a fire child.
Which he was sure he could somehow blame on Ruadh as well.
The door to his quarters opened and Ruadh stepped out, grimacing as he wiggled one foot in an attempt to get his shoes to feel right. Even shoes custom-made for dragon feet weren't all that comfortable, apparently. Though Ruadh still donned them every time Vinnissaen asked, because he was Ruadh.
Vinnissaen narrowed his eyes, then stalked down the stairs to the deck and up to Ruadh. The dragon winced.
"I'm wearing them! See?" Ruadh wiggled one foot again.
"You forgot something," Vinnissaen said, pointing back into his cabin.
"I did?" Ruadh asked, confused.
"You did," Vinnissaen confirmed. "Go."
Obviously bewildered, Ruadh nevertheless obediently turned and went back inside. Vinnissaen followed him, closing the door behind them and latching it shut.
"Vinn-mmm!"
Before Ruadh could do more than attempt his name, Vinnissaen had him pinned up against the cabin wall, trapping Ruadh's mouth with his own even as he made short work of the layers of clothing he'd forced the dragon into earlier this morning.
While he still didn't know what he'd done to attract a dragon's interest, he did know how to keep that interest and had no problems expressing his knowledge in new and creative ways whenever the opportunity arose.