Rating: 15
Word Count: 100 Summary: Sometimes, Alex has a one track mind; sometimes, despite protestations, Milos doesn't mind. “Ugh, bloody zip's stuck...”
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Rating: 15
Word Count: 1,852 Summary: Alex has returned to HQ... only he seems to be in a worse mood than usual. Far worse. “You’re back already, Alex?” He raised his eyebrows at the man stalking down the narrow corridor, shoulders hunched over and face like thunder. “Alone?” Rating: 15
Word Count: 2,502 Summary: Milos thinks he's gotten away. There's always someone who's willing to prove him wrong, however. Milos drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them, watching the rain fall in a semicircle around him. The tree’s canopy offered better protection than he’d expected as he fled here to escape the sudden downpour: only the occasional drop broke through to plip against his head and dampen a patch on the ridiculous woollen hat he’d bought in sheer desperation earlier that day. It might keep his ears warm, but it did a bloody terrible job of making him less conspicuous. Rating: 15
Word Count: 728 Summary: Alex tries to distract Milos on a train journey. “Stop fidgeting, you’re making me nervous.” Milos complained, as much to deflect from his own fiddling with the ends of his sleeves as anything else. Rating: 15
Word Count: 1,119 Summary: Parts of Alex's childhood occasionally return via his sleeping mind, but it's not too hard to distract sleepy bedmates from asking awkward questions. "Come on, Alex. We're ready to take another sample now." 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. 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: 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: 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?” |