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kat8chaFic: The Woods Are Lovely
Author: Me
Rating: R
Pairing: Break/Liam (I~~~ ship it)
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, Break and Pandora Hearts are FAR TOO COOL to be mine.
Summary: Break invades Liam's quarters... and then Liam's vital regions.
A/N: From the PH kink meme. I kind of failed at filling the request though...
If Liam was asked, he would not be able to tell you how Break got into his room. Liam has hypothesis's that Xerxes Break has secret escape routes built into every hall, wall, cabinet, and under every table, or bed in Pandora, and the accompanying four duke's houses. The manpower that would be needed to create such tunnels/secret passages/etc is insane though, and so is the idea. Still, Liam can not understand how Break can just… *appear* or… or… *disappear* without use of a door. To date Liam has seen Break use a door, on his own, three times. When accompanied by other people, Break will generally use a door, but on his own…
"Don't you ever KNOCK, Xerxes Break?" Liam asks, crossly. He is dressed for bed, naked beneath his dressing gown, and it is late. Liam needs to be up early, up and awake and ready for another fun and exciting day of being the only member of Pandora who seems to do any *work*. Between Xerxes Break (and his subordinates) and Oscar Vessalius and Vincent Nightray… Liam does the work of at least four other people, and that is not counting the paperwork that these FOOLISH, irritating, MESSY members of Pandora generate.
"You're really too uptight, Liam!" Xerxus Break waves his arms around, those gigantic silky sleeves flapping in the air. The sound they make is like a large bird lifting off, or a woman of Nobility walking by. Either/or really. "You need to learn how to relax."
Xerxes, of course, is the epitome of relaxation, sprawled in one of Liam's patently uncomfortable chairs (they are comfortable for long hours of being bent over books and papers, but little else) with a tin of candies sitting open on Liam's table. Liam does not keep sweets in his room, he finds they attract rodents and insects.
Liam hopes that Xerxes habit of bringing his candies with him means that he has ants in his pants.
"I was going to bed." Liam states stiffly, his hands are clenched in the neckline of his robe, keeping it shut. The last thing he needs is to let Xerxus Break know he sleeps *naked*.
Though, since Xerxes has never showed up when Liam goes to bed before, it is possible that he already knows. Or perhaps, has suspected. Liam flushes, he does not want to know. He wants Xerxes out and to go to sleep.
"Please leave." Because courtesy has always worked on Xerxes Break before, of course.
"Mmmm." Xerxes pops a small, round candy into his mouth and smiles. "No!"
Liam splutters, hands clenching tighter in his dressing gown. If he cannot get Xerxes to leave… "I am going to bed." Liam states, turning and walking towards his bedroom. "Good night." Liam will just have to sleep in his dressing robe. That is fine, his robe is terribly comfortable. Liam will just be a little warmer than usual.
Liam makes sure that Xerxes is outside, munching on candy, before shutting and bolting his bedroom door. Then he turns off the lights and slips into bed, removing his glasses and placing them folded on his bedside table. With a sigh, Liam turns onto his side.
"Do you always sleep in your robe?" Xerxes Break's red eye glows in the dim lighting of the moon, a red wax candle burnt low.
Liam screams, high pitched and virginal.
Xerxes covers his ears, those loose floppy sleeves obscuring his face. Liam stops screaming, but he stumbles out of bed, his dressing gown gaping open at the neck and chest, and revealing a fair amount of thigh.
"Xerxes! Break!" Liam tries to catch his breath, tries and fails, his lungs seem to be freezing up. Xerxes Break in his bed is the quintessence of all of Liam's nightmares and erotic dreams combined. Still, it is the last, the LAST, thing he wants or needs today. "Get! Out!" Liam's voice is high pitched, nigh whiny.
"Liam, Liam, Liam." Xerxes slides out of the bed, a whiny slippery slide of silk on satin. "Little Liam. Little lamb." Xerxes looms, a dark figure out of nightmares, soft pale grey backlighting and a monstrously glowing red eye. Liam still cannot breath. Xerxes cups his face, the outline of hands hidden behind two layers of cool cloth. "To think, you sleep naked. Why, that's just…" Xerxes pauses, his hands still capturing Liam's face. Xerxes' sleeves seem even cooler as Liam's face heats up. "That's just decadent, and unbefitting of a member of Pandora if I may say so myself."
"Don't you DA-"RE talk to me about what is fitting for a member of Pandora, is what Liam means to say. But he is cut off early by the swift duck of Xerxes head, and the soft but firm pressure of Xerxes Break's lips. "Mmph!" Xerxes curves his hands to cup Liam's ears, sharp fingernails grazing the sensitive skin behind, the layers of cloth covering Liam's ears muffling sound.
"Shh, shh." Xerxes hushes Liam when he backs off, the irritating sound little more than the brush of cloth. Through Xerxes sleeves Liam can hear the rush of Xerxes' blood, the pounding of his heart. Xerxes tugs Liam forward, pulling him by his ears. "You look so vulnerable without your glasses, Liam."
This was a bad dream. A bad dream of the kind Liam never admitted to having, especially not when they involved Xerxes Break, especially since he thought he had stopped having such dreams when he was 13. But this HAD to be a dream, because Xerxes Break would never, never, never, never-
-NEVER-
-kiss him. Xerxes Break would never kiss him, much less tug him back over to his (now messed up) bed and toss him down on top of the covers. Xerxes Break would then not follow him down, straddling Liam's thighs while Liam's dressing gown gapes open, exposing his bare body. The edges of Xerxes sleeves brushed over Liam's chest, teasing the skin into goosepimples. Xerxes Break's annoyingly large sleeves were apparently good for something other than hiding copious amounts of sweets.
Not that this was the real Xerxes Break. This was a dream version of Xerxes Break, because the real versi-
"You are thinking far too much." Xerxes frowned slightly, though it was clearly a false frown. Xerxes evil smiles suited the man's face much better. "Am I not good enough for you?" Break asked, in an utterly simpering voice, fluttering his eyelashes.
Liam choked. Because no dream would ever be THAT annoying. "Xerxes Break get OFF me!" Liam tried to push Break off… and found that at some point Xerxes had tied his hands together with the belt of his dressing gown. "Xerxes B-"
"Do we have to use my full name ALL the time?" Xerxes asked cheerfully. "We're such intimate friends now!" Xerxes damnable hand dropped low on Liam's body, the tips of his fingers ghosting over Liam's fluttering stomach, and dropping into the shadowed triangle of Liam's groin, wrapping around Liam's half-hard penis. Liam's breath hitched.
Hard.
"Oh Liam." Xerxes stroked Liam's penis while Liam's hands clutched ineffectually at Xerxes' cravat. "You do like me!"
"P-" Liam groaned. Dream, dream, please, let this be a dream. It felt too good to be real. "Pervert!" Xerxes Break's long sleeves caught on the head of Liam's cock, then dragged along the side. "Aa-" Liam turned his head away. "Xer-"
Xerxes laughed, and nuzzled Liam's ear. "Don't fret Liam. We have miles to go until you sleep."
Author: Me
Rating: R
Pairing: Break/Liam (I~~~ ship it)
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, Break and Pandora Hearts are FAR TOO COOL to be mine.
Summary: Break invades Liam's quarters... and then Liam's vital regions.
A/N: From the PH kink meme. I kind of failed at filling the request though...
If Liam was asked, he would not be able to tell you how Break got into his room. Liam has hypothesis's that Xerxes Break has secret escape routes built into every hall, wall, cabinet, and under every table, or bed in Pandora, and the accompanying four duke's houses. The manpower that would be needed to create such tunnels/secret passages/etc is insane though, and so is the idea. Still, Liam can not understand how Break can just… *appear* or… or… *disappear* without use of a door. To date Liam has seen Break use a door, on his own, three times. When accompanied by other people, Break will generally use a door, but on his own…
"Don't you ever KNOCK, Xerxes Break?" Liam asks, crossly. He is dressed for bed, naked beneath his dressing gown, and it is late. Liam needs to be up early, up and awake and ready for another fun and exciting day of being the only member of Pandora who seems to do any *work*. Between Xerxes Break (and his subordinates) and Oscar Vessalius and Vincent Nightray… Liam does the work of at least four other people, and that is not counting the paperwork that these FOOLISH, irritating, MESSY members of Pandora generate.
"You're really too uptight, Liam!" Xerxus Break waves his arms around, those gigantic silky sleeves flapping in the air. The sound they make is like a large bird lifting off, or a woman of Nobility walking by. Either/or really. "You need to learn how to relax."
Xerxes, of course, is the epitome of relaxation, sprawled in one of Liam's patently uncomfortable chairs (they are comfortable for long hours of being bent over books and papers, but little else) with a tin of candies sitting open on Liam's table. Liam does not keep sweets in his room, he finds they attract rodents and insects.
Liam hopes that Xerxes habit of bringing his candies with him means that he has ants in his pants.
"I was going to bed." Liam states stiffly, his hands are clenched in the neckline of his robe, keeping it shut. The last thing he needs is to let Xerxus Break know he sleeps *naked*.
Though, since Xerxes has never showed up when Liam goes to bed before, it is possible that he already knows. Or perhaps, has suspected. Liam flushes, he does not want to know. He wants Xerxes out and to go to sleep.
"Please leave." Because courtesy has always worked on Xerxes Break before, of course.
"Mmmm." Xerxes pops a small, round candy into his mouth and smiles. "No!"
Liam splutters, hands clenching tighter in his dressing gown. If he cannot get Xerxes to leave… "I am going to bed." Liam states, turning and walking towards his bedroom. "Good night." Liam will just have to sleep in his dressing robe. That is fine, his robe is terribly comfortable. Liam will just be a little warmer than usual.
Liam makes sure that Xerxes is outside, munching on candy, before shutting and bolting his bedroom door. Then he turns off the lights and slips into bed, removing his glasses and placing them folded on his bedside table. With a sigh, Liam turns onto his side.
"Do you always sleep in your robe?" Xerxes Break's red eye glows in the dim lighting of the moon, a red wax candle burnt low.
Liam screams, high pitched and virginal.
Xerxes covers his ears, those loose floppy sleeves obscuring his face. Liam stops screaming, but he stumbles out of bed, his dressing gown gaping open at the neck and chest, and revealing a fair amount of thigh.
"Xerxes! Break!" Liam tries to catch his breath, tries and fails, his lungs seem to be freezing up. Xerxes Break in his bed is the quintessence of all of Liam's nightmares and erotic dreams combined. Still, it is the last, the LAST, thing he wants or needs today. "Get! Out!" Liam's voice is high pitched, nigh whiny.
"Liam, Liam, Liam." Xerxes slides out of the bed, a whiny slippery slide of silk on satin. "Little Liam. Little lamb." Xerxes looms, a dark figure out of nightmares, soft pale grey backlighting and a monstrously glowing red eye. Liam still cannot breath. Xerxes cups his face, the outline of hands hidden behind two layers of cool cloth. "To think, you sleep naked. Why, that's just…" Xerxes pauses, his hands still capturing Liam's face. Xerxes' sleeves seem even cooler as Liam's face heats up. "That's just decadent, and unbefitting of a member of Pandora if I may say so myself."
"Don't you DA-"RE talk to me about what is fitting for a member of Pandora, is what Liam means to say. But he is cut off early by the swift duck of Xerxes head, and the soft but firm pressure of Xerxes Break's lips. "Mmph!" Xerxes curves his hands to cup Liam's ears, sharp fingernails grazing the sensitive skin behind, the layers of cloth covering Liam's ears muffling sound.
"Shh, shh." Xerxes hushes Liam when he backs off, the irritating sound little more than the brush of cloth. Through Xerxes sleeves Liam can hear the rush of Xerxes' blood, the pounding of his heart. Xerxes tugs Liam forward, pulling him by his ears. "You look so vulnerable without your glasses, Liam."
This was a bad dream. A bad dream of the kind Liam never admitted to having, especially not when they involved Xerxes Break, especially since he thought he had stopped having such dreams when he was 13. But this HAD to be a dream, because Xerxes Break would never, never, never, never-
-NEVER-
-kiss him. Xerxes Break would never kiss him, much less tug him back over to his (now messed up) bed and toss him down on top of the covers. Xerxes Break would then not follow him down, straddling Liam's thighs while Liam's dressing gown gapes open, exposing his bare body. The edges of Xerxes sleeves brushed over Liam's chest, teasing the skin into goosepimples. Xerxes Break's annoyingly large sleeves were apparently good for something other than hiding copious amounts of sweets.
Not that this was the real Xerxes Break. This was a dream version of Xerxes Break, because the real versi-
"You are thinking far too much." Xerxes frowned slightly, though it was clearly a false frown. Xerxes evil smiles suited the man's face much better. "Am I not good enough for you?" Break asked, in an utterly simpering voice, fluttering his eyelashes.
Liam choked. Because no dream would ever be THAT annoying. "Xerxes Break get OFF me!" Liam tried to push Break off… and found that at some point Xerxes had tied his hands together with the belt of his dressing gown. "Xerxes B-"
"Do we have to use my full name ALL the time?" Xerxes asked cheerfully. "We're such intimate friends now!" Xerxes damnable hand dropped low on Liam's body, the tips of his fingers ghosting over Liam's fluttering stomach, and dropping into the shadowed triangle of Liam's groin, wrapping around Liam's half-hard penis. Liam's breath hitched.
Hard.
"Oh Liam." Xerxes stroked Liam's penis while Liam's hands clutched ineffectually at Xerxes' cravat. "You do like me!"
"P-" Liam groaned. Dream, dream, please, let this be a dream. It felt too good to be real. "Pervert!" Xerxes Break's long sleeves caught on the head of Liam's cock, then dragged along the side. "Aa-" Liam turned his head away. "Xer-"
Xerxes laughed, and nuzzled Liam's ear. "Don't fret Liam. We have miles to go until you sleep."
