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knights_say_nih) wrote2006-05-11 12:52 pm
knights_say_nih) wrote2006-05-11 12:52 pm
Entry tags:
- crack,
- fic,
- jack frost,
- rp,
- satan
Revenge is Sweet
Because after a few long months of having Satan play mindgames with you, even the nicest of Frostlings is allowed a little revenge. Future fic instigated by Write and I joking about Jack wanting to get Belial good and drunk at one point, just to show him what it's like.
Thus:
Satan's worst/first Hangover.
Satan’s eyes flicked open, and his first thoughts were so that’s what a hangover feels like. And then, no, nothing. Just a pounding, aching sensation in his head that almost makes him want to give up the body then and there.
“Shit.”
Perhaps experimentation with alcohol hadn’t been the best of ideas. Particularly not with Atlantean. But Jack had dared him and he couldn’t very well back down… though now he wishes he had.
The next thing he takes in is a weight. An uncomfortable, cool, weight on his chest and he looks down, blinking to clear his eyes.
This time the profanity is a good deal more vehement because there’s a sight he’d sworn to himself he’d never see. A familiar blonde head, now lifting and blinking in confusion.
“That is very inventive.”
How is it that Jack is calmer than Satan? Such a reversal shouldn’t be possible, but it’s Jack who sits up and stretches, stifling a yawn. Satan who scrabbles backwards in alcoholic fuzz, before instincts are conquered and he stills.
Jack leans in for a kiss, and gets swatted away. He puts on a hurt expression because after such intimacy Belial, how could you? But stands without any words, just leaning over to offer him the pants from the floor next to his feet.
“I had a wonderful time Belial.”
It only takes a few moments for Jack to dress, Satan watching and blinking at him in horrified confusion throughout because he had not wanted to sleep with this boy again and had made up his mind not to seduce him but apparently…?
Apparently Jack isn’t that concerned, he’s just slipped out the door, leaving Belial to sit on the bed, still blinking furiously.
He only makes it a few steps out the door before he collapses in a fit of giggles.
Perfect. He hadn’t even actually had sex with him and still perfect. The expression on his face, oh. Satan hears the laughter, and once his mind is clearer remarks on the distinct lack of any sort of evidence whatsoever, including lubricant and Jack said he’d enjoyed it… pieces fall into place and his head falls back against the headboard because insult has just been added to injury.
When Jack comes back into the room, no longer giggling and bearing Tylenol he decides he can forgive the joke, but just this once.
Thus:
Satan's worst/first Hangover.
Satan’s eyes flicked open, and his first thoughts were so that’s what a hangover feels like. And then, no, nothing. Just a pounding, aching sensation in his head that almost makes him want to give up the body then and there.
“Shit.”
Perhaps experimentation with alcohol hadn’t been the best of ideas. Particularly not with Atlantean. But Jack had dared him and he couldn’t very well back down… though now he wishes he had.
The next thing he takes in is a weight. An uncomfortable, cool, weight on his chest and he looks down, blinking to clear his eyes.
This time the profanity is a good deal more vehement because there’s a sight he’d sworn to himself he’d never see. A familiar blonde head, now lifting and blinking in confusion.
“That is very inventive.”
How is it that Jack is calmer than Satan? Such a reversal shouldn’t be possible, but it’s Jack who sits up and stretches, stifling a yawn. Satan who scrabbles backwards in alcoholic fuzz, before instincts are conquered and he stills.
Jack leans in for a kiss, and gets swatted away. He puts on a hurt expression because after such intimacy Belial, how could you? But stands without any words, just leaning over to offer him the pants from the floor next to his feet.
“I had a wonderful time Belial.”
It only takes a few moments for Jack to dress, Satan watching and blinking at him in horrified confusion throughout because he had not wanted to sleep with this boy again and had made up his mind not to seduce him but apparently…?
Apparently Jack isn’t that concerned, he’s just slipped out the door, leaving Belial to sit on the bed, still blinking furiously.
He only makes it a few steps out the door before he collapses in a fit of giggles.
Perfect. He hadn’t even actually had sex with him and still perfect. The expression on his face, oh. Satan hears the laughter, and once his mind is clearer remarks on the distinct lack of any sort of evidence whatsoever, including lubricant and Jack said he’d enjoyed it… pieces fall into place and his head falls back against the headboard because insult has just been added to injury.
When Jack comes back into the room, no longer giggling and bearing Tylenol he decides he can forgive the joke, but just this once.