Rating: 15
Word Count: 1,379 Summary: This time it's Milos's turn to have bad dreams, and Alex has no idea what he's supposed do about it... The first time it happened, it took Alex by surprise. He lay with his arms folded behind his head, eyes locked on a ceiling he could make out every detail on despite the hour, and waited for sleep to claim him. At least, he assumed it would at some point, even if it didn’t feel like it right now.
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Rating: G
Word Count: 595 Summary: Icy patches, metal stairs and genetically modified hands don't combine well. Winter. He liked it in theory, as frost curled its patterned fingers around windows and snow formed drifts that wouldn't look out of place on a chocolate box. In practice, however... He stared down at the steps, glossy with ice and thick with threat. Rating: 15
Word Count: 340 Summary: Alex's nightmares aren't always about his childhood... sometimes they can be about much more recent things. He had him but his hands were slipping, slipping down the length of his arm, slick with terror-sweat, the scrape of palm over skin. Frantic hazel eyes stared up at him; his mouth moved soundlessly as beneath him the drop dropped, pavement falling away; even without sound he knew he was screaming; why didn’t he just shift into claws, why didn’t he cling, puncture skin, rend flesh, just hold on-- Rating: 18
Word Count: 1,700 Summary: In retrospect, having a quickie outside the bar Alex picked most of his one-night-stands up in was always a bad idea. “This isn’t going to work.” Rating: 18
Word Count: 1,279 Summary: Milos wants coffee. Alex wants something else entirely. Alex was asleep, his gentle snores filling the apartment, when Milos slid from the bed and padded across the floor towards his tiny kitchenette, wishing yet again that he had at least one radiator. It’d be so simple to buy one, but that meant conceding that this was somewhere permanent, somewhere home and—he glanced over his shoulder at Alex, sprawled on his back and taking up far more than his fair share of the mattress—as much as he hated to admit it, it’d mean he didn’t have an excuse to scoot up against him for his heat while he slept. Rating: 15
Word Count: 1,132 Summary: Alex receives an instruction he's really not happy with; the filing cabinets suffer for it. The door slammed into the wall with enough force to make the clock bounce and clatter down onto the table below, and Milos wondered briefly whether Alex would notice if he hid beneath his desk. Rating: 18
Word Count: 300 Summary: Alex has his own way of getting back at their temporary supervisor. Milos is, for once, more than happy to go along. Three footsteps and a prickling sensation across his shoulders were his only warning. He was standing at the filing cabinets, pulling out the folders required for the practice report he was compiling, when hands slid over his waist and dived into his jeans. Rating: PG
Word Count: 775 Summary: Milos receives a summons that he suspects is revenge for Alex's earlier ...amusement. “But I can’t sing!” Milos stared in horror at the woman framed by the doorway, who leaned against the jamb with her arms folded. “And anyway, I didn’t even put my name down for—” Rating: 15
Word Count: 1,362 Summary: Alex tries to coach Milos's singing, but an interruption by their temporary supervisor sends that plan awry—and reveals some unpleasant prejudices. Milos covered his face with his hands, leaning back in his chair with a groan. “It’s useless. I can’t do it, why won’t they let me just drop out? For everyone’s sake!” Rating: 15
Word Count: 1,916 Summary: After the day they've had, Alex decides that he should take care of Milos for once. And (for once) he means it properly. Alex cleared the distance between their desks in two easy strides and wrapped his fingers around Milos’s narrow wrist as the elf took his motorbike key from his desk drawer. “Where do you think you’re going?” |