tanarill | Is This so Hard a Concept::

It is totally possible to top while bottoming. Just because he's the dom doesn't mean he can't take full advantage of his prostate. It's a question of who is in control of the sex, ie, not the sub.

Because I'm really getting sick of yaoi (I can't believe I just said that) that makes it like the sub is always the one on the bottom. It's not true and it's not fair. I mean, if you're asking do I expect yaoi to be realistic, no. Do I expect the relationships to be at least plausible? Write it like it is, people!

Title: Floating
Fandom: DP, stil (C) the Bitch, and no, I'm not getting money.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nudity, issues of consent, but nothing more than physical than nuzzles

Dan woke up with a start. He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep–he really tried not to, these days–but however long it had been was too long. Then again, this was Clockwork, he could make a second last a century and a millennium pass in the blink of an eye. There was no proof that he hadn’t just nodded off for an instant. There was no reason to suspect that he hadn’t just slept for a month.

Here and now, he was in bed, naked, with Clockwork.

It was a very large, very nice bed. It was probably an actual down mattress, so plush that Dan had sunk into it. It had a canopy, and surround curtains which were currently shut, although they did very little to muffle the noise of the ever-present clocks. In any other situation, Dan would not have minded a bed like this. The problem with it was, in fact, the other ghost.

He spent some time wondering if Clockwork was asleep or just pretending to be asleep and then decided to just screw it. He’d find out one way or the other.

Slowly, he began moving towards the curtained edge of the bed, thanking whatever gods were listening, not that he actually believed in them, not after the accident that had ripped away his family, that it was a down mattress and it didn’t transfer motion well.

He’d almost gotten out of bed, his hand was on the corner, when Clockwork’s voice being him said, “Going somewhere, petpet?”

Dan’s stomach plummeted, but he turned his head (without moving the rest of his body, there was really no point in being a ghost if he didn’t occasionally do things like that) to look at Clockwork. The other ghost had his head propped up on his right arm, and was smirking.

“Opening the curtains,” said Dan, smart enough not use ‘bathroom’ as his excuse. “It’s too stuffy. I’m hot.”

Clockwork raised an eyebrow. “Well, I won’t disagree with you there, you’re quite,” he paused, to give the word the correct inflection, “hot.”

Bastard! thought Dan turning his head back around, but what he said out loud was, “I was trying not to wake you.” Which was the true; he’d learned early on that it was much more believable if he lied by telling the exact truth.

Clockwork blinked, once, slowly, and said, “I know,” but gave no indication whether he had been awake or not. “Everything.”

Then you know how much I hate you, Dan thought, and reached to open the heavy velvet curtains.

And gasped.

Dan definitely hadn’t known that this room existed. If he had, he’d have spent every possible moment in here, despite the vertigo. The vertigo was because:

The bed, from the point of view of anyone actually in it, was floating, spinning gently. Pluto was passing below, Charon just orbiting out into sunlight. The sun itself was barely a glimmer out here, no brighter than any of the other stars, which wheeled around. The entire view was twisting slowly, so that it seemed as if the bed rather than the view was what was moving.

“Come here, prettypet,” said Clockwork, from behind him.

Dan didn’t move. He hadn’t even heard Clockwork. He was looking up, or down depending on how you looked at it, at the stars. He started when Clockwork slid up behind him and wrapped arms around his torso and nuzzled his neck. “Back to sleep, monster,” tugging him down to the mattress.

Dan didn’t want to. Dan really didn’t want to. He sighed, and allowed himself to be pulled own and tucked in, and fought back the urge to run! when Clockwork snuggled down behind him, up against him, wrapping an arm around him possessively.

“Mmm,” said Clockwork, nuzzling the back of his neck. After a while, by all appearances, he fell asleep, still draped over Dan.

Only then did Dan allow himself to cry.

The thing he hated most about Clockwork was not the humiliation, which he just knew was going to get worse, or the constant fear, of which he had hitherto been on the giving end. It was that Clockwork positively delighted in taking his childhood dreams, fulfilling them, and then twisting them with his very presence.

He stayed there a long time, shuddering, unable to extricate without waking Clockwork, wondering if the other ghost was really asleep or just pretending, and trying not to fall asleep himself. The endless night stretched, and shouldn’t morning have arrived by now?

(Yes. But Clockwork could do weird things to time.)

Eventually, what might have been mere hours but was probably days later, an exhausted Dan fell asleep, still held in Clockwork’s grip.

Once he had, Clockwork sat up and stretched out, and looked at his stubborn little pet. Who took two days to fall asleep? He ran a gloved finger down Dan’s spine, and was rewarded by an uncomfortable wriggle that went straight to his groin. “Sleep tight, monstermine.” For as long as it lasted, which he wasn’t going to allow to be more than an hour. He lay down next to Dan, and curled around him again, allowing himself to doze off. His internal clock was, after all, very good.

Above them, the stars spun.

Also, Nai, the bit with CC and Dan in the same room? Totally named "Stargazing."

Remember that huge physics test that I was going to bomb? I kinda . . . did the opposite of bomb, and got a 102%. EC FTW!

I learn how I did on my hugeass presentation later today. There will also be Shakespeare, and the penis jokes alone make Shakespeare worth it, even if he does need to be more religiously tolerant.

Finally, today is the forty-third day of the Omer, which is six weeks and one day into the Omer.