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thatrcooper) wrote2011-04-27 07:51 pm
thatrcooper) wrote2011-04-27 07:51 pm
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Taste the rainbow!
I have had way too much cranberry juice (without even any vodka in it, boo) and eaten like a bajillion (three) See's Marshmallow Easter Eggs. Yet somehow I am still in a good mood (and not puking my guts out).
I know right? I wish I had something deeper to add, but I don't, so, cracky Some Kind of Magic EXCERPT:
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Ray scratched his nose, tried to clear his senses, but then moved when he couldn’t. He headed out, pushing past Ross without an apology and ignoring his offers of help.
He just needed out. Now. Fresh air. It had been too long since a hunt, or a trip beyond the city. And this case. Cal. Ray just needed clean air.
A dirty parking lot would have to do. He gulped in oxygen until his nostrils weren’t stinging and his blood wasn’t hot with the need to hunt, and then he turned, unsurprised to hear Cal approaching. He was dressed today, in a tight t-shirt and jeans. How considerate of him. He looked good, but it was nothing to how he smelled, and he was studying Ray so carefully that Ray wanted to ask what he looked like to Cal, if he shined.
“So Penn looked it up in the car, and she says there’s a werewolf who lives in the woods outside of town that this guy tried to beat up in a biker bar a few months ago.”
He didn’t seem to be reacting any differently than he always did to Ray’s presence, so Ray nodded slowly, returning to the present. “The case was pending.” He paid attention to werewolf cases, rare as they were. This one had been a simple assault charge, or not so simple, as the charge had been against the human.
“So…” Cal shifted, came closer, bright and immediately calming with his echoes of cottoncandybubblegum. Childhood pleasure in what was in front of him. Need. No fear.
Why him? Ray almost asked himself again, but couldn’t when the funhouse, carnival midway scent of Cal was so near and dear to him. He was probably staring, mooning, but for once Cal didn’t seem to notice.
“Maybe it’s not related, but she says you have to check it out.” Cal shifted position again, staring out at the cars and the road and not Ray. They weren’t touching, but when Ray glanced down he could see his shoes getting covered in glitter. Cal abruptly, finally looked at him again, reading something in Ray’s face that made him sigh.
“What?” Ray wondered. It was as close as he could get to asking the rest, what Cal saw when he looked at him. There was too much hope in his voice as it was. Cal sighed again, then shook his head.
“So I was thinking…” Cal paused, rolling one hand and trying to look more beautiful, or persuasive, Ray wasn’t sure, but he managed to do both. “…Road trip?” he asked finally, then hopped when Ray lifted one brow. It wasn’t a no and they both knew it. “Sweet! I call shotgun!”
Damn Ray wanted to smile. He had to fight to sound stern, to wonder where his dark mood had gone.
“No way. You take the back again.” Then he stopped, looking past the yellow tape and over at poor Benedict, who still looked queasy, then to Penn, who was watching them from the car. He looked back into green and gold and chocolate eyes. Shiny. Yes, Cal was shiny to him. “You sure you want to ride in a car with a savage, murderous werewolf, Petunia?”
Cal wrinkled his nose. It was irritatingly cute.
“You want to ride in a car with a hyper, weak, no good half-fairy, Fifi?” he inquired smoothly, then danced toward the car with a crazy pirouette.
Ray grinned after him, faintly.
“You forgot slutty,” he shouted.
“Please!” Cal didn’t even bother to turn back to him. “Pixies are way sluttier. Besides, half-fairy, remember?”
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Act fast with a request and I'll commentfic them for you. :P
On a semi-related note, Cal would totally suck dick for Skittles.
I know right? I wish I had something deeper to add, but I don't, so, cracky Some Kind of Magic EXCERPT:
Ray scratched his nose, tried to clear his senses, but then moved when he couldn’t. He headed out, pushing past Ross without an apology and ignoring his offers of help.
He just needed out. Now. Fresh air. It had been too long since a hunt, or a trip beyond the city. And this case. Cal. Ray just needed clean air.
A dirty parking lot would have to do. He gulped in oxygen until his nostrils weren’t stinging and his blood wasn’t hot with the need to hunt, and then he turned, unsurprised to hear Cal approaching. He was dressed today, in a tight t-shirt and jeans. How considerate of him. He looked good, but it was nothing to how he smelled, and he was studying Ray so carefully that Ray wanted to ask what he looked like to Cal, if he shined.
“So Penn looked it up in the car, and she says there’s a werewolf who lives in the woods outside of town that this guy tried to beat up in a biker bar a few months ago.”
He didn’t seem to be reacting any differently than he always did to Ray’s presence, so Ray nodded slowly, returning to the present. “The case was pending.” He paid attention to werewolf cases, rare as they were. This one had been a simple assault charge, or not so simple, as the charge had been against the human.
“So…” Cal shifted, came closer, bright and immediately calming with his echoes of cottoncandybubblegum. Childhood pleasure in what was in front of him. Need. No fear.
Why him? Ray almost asked himself again, but couldn’t when the funhouse, carnival midway scent of Cal was so near and dear to him. He was probably staring, mooning, but for once Cal didn’t seem to notice.
“Maybe it’s not related, but she says you have to check it out.” Cal shifted position again, staring out at the cars and the road and not Ray. They weren’t touching, but when Ray glanced down he could see his shoes getting covered in glitter. Cal abruptly, finally looked at him again, reading something in Ray’s face that made him sigh.
“What?” Ray wondered. It was as close as he could get to asking the rest, what Cal saw when he looked at him. There was too much hope in his voice as it was. Cal sighed again, then shook his head.
“So I was thinking…” Cal paused, rolling one hand and trying to look more beautiful, or persuasive, Ray wasn’t sure, but he managed to do both. “…Road trip?” he asked finally, then hopped when Ray lifted one brow. It wasn’t a no and they both knew it. “Sweet! I call shotgun!”
Damn Ray wanted to smile. He had to fight to sound stern, to wonder where his dark mood had gone.
“No way. You take the back again.” Then he stopped, looking past the yellow tape and over at poor Benedict, who still looked queasy, then to Penn, who was watching them from the car. He looked back into green and gold and chocolate eyes. Shiny. Yes, Cal was shiny to him. “You sure you want to ride in a car with a savage, murderous werewolf, Petunia?”
Cal wrinkled his nose. It was irritatingly cute.
“You want to ride in a car with a hyper, weak, no good half-fairy, Fifi?” he inquired smoothly, then danced toward the car with a crazy pirouette.
Ray grinned after him, faintly.
“You forgot slutty,” he shouted.
“Please!” Cal didn’t even bother to turn back to him. “Pixies are way sluttier. Besides, half-fairy, remember?”
Act fast with a request and I'll commentfic them for you. :P
On a semi-related note, Cal would totally suck dick for Skittles.
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He wanted to ask, oh Ray when? or to at least try to feel sorry about how embarrassed Ray was going to be tomorrow, but he couldn't, because Ray had been running after him full stop for hours now, and though he'd tried, his control was obviously slipping.
There were muscles and arms and hands for Cal to touch, but there were also claws and soft fur, and Cal closed his eyes but the shine was everywhere, undeniable. It was Ray, naked and hard for him, damp with sweat and exhaustion, humming with anger and need.
"You found me," he murmured, not sure why he sounded so surprised but then deciding he didn't care why when Ray turned his head, scraping Cal with his teeth at first and then biting down.
His grip tightened, and Cal got it, suddenly fluent in wolf after all.
"I'm here," he whispered knowing Ray would hear. "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, I'm sorry."
He arched his back, his throat, and Ray ended the bite, not painful, but so very serious, and then dragged his tongue over the wound. He moved his head the next second, exhaling heavily over the throb of Cal's jugular and then letting out a small, careful growl.
When he moved again it became a whine, hurt, pleading.
"Ray." He had a feeling Ray was beyond human words at the moment and so he wiggled until he could get a hand free, and he ran his fingers lightly down Ray's back. The muscles under the skin tensed, then shivered.
He took his hand away then and brought it down, putting his palm to Ray's mouth, then his wrist. Ray, thank goodness, licked him again, and then his big hand closed around Cal's wrist and pushed it to the ground above his head. He did the same with his other hand, and then with one hand holding Cal down easily, not that Cal would ever dream of trying to get away, he pulled Cal's legs up.
Cal was so glad he'd decided to wait for Ray naked. His wings were stinging as they got crushed, but it was one sensation among many, heat and strength and sweat and fur rubbing against him, Ray trying to speak, the words coming out in a strangled, heavy snarl, and then Ray's mouth back at his shoulder and Ray's cock sliding inside of him.
Cal always healed, it was always tight, and there was no lube. The ache made him grunt, and then oh OH, Ray was licking him again, soothing, trying what he could to make it better, and he was so shiny. Better than chocolate. Better than anything.
Cal shifted his hips up as much as he could and angled his head to the side, found and caught and captured and wanting Ray to know it.
He tried to think of languages, wolf or otherwise, that would make that clear and then realized that Ray understood, Ray got everything. His claws pricked at Cal's skin, not breaking it, and his teeth were there, between each swipe of his tongue, and when he started to move his hips, to fuck Cal into the dirt and make him cry out into the cold dark of his beloved woods, Cal howled at the moon.
"Yeah, Big Boy, do it!"
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Hee, I just love the idea of Cal rubbing all over the city just so Ray can get the stimulation he needs.
I love Cal and Ray!!! They make me all proud like a Grandmother or something. ;P
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Cal rubbed himself everywhere, for *hours*, but you know he overthought it and forgot that he crossed his old trail when he made his new one to the woods. It's how Ray found him so fast.
I wonder where Ray left his clothes.
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King. Of. The. Lab.
*bows*
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