Meme Answers!

[kageotogi]

...I apologize for the journal spam. ^^ I have meme answers! Maybe even good ones, although I wouldn't count on it! Answers to the DRABBLE MEME~! There's only four right now, but more will be posted later on. The previous five are here. ^_~ As always, I apologize for suckitude in advance.

For grandsummoner: Yellow. Goh and Taki love.

Yellow: Competition

There was really only one problem with their having gotten together, and it didn't arise until after their so-called honeymoon: in spite of their relationship, they were still snatchers, and that meant they had to use all their resources to get what they wanted. That included, of course, their bodies.

Taki was all right with it, provided Goh didn't bring anyone home with him. After all, this was their job, and it really wasn't like he hadn't gotten used to seeing (or hearing, thanks to their transmitters and the occasional bug) Goh with other guys. He dealt with that sort of thing, and that was fine. Goh always came back to him at the end of the day, anyway.

Goh, on the other hand... Well, Goh was considerably less collected when Taki had to seduce women, and that -- yes, that -- was the real problem with their relationship.

It eventually became routine. When Taki came home from his women, Goh was usually mysteriously absent, only to return much later with take-out for dinner and enough cigarettes to give them both lung cancer in a single night. Then they would sit at the table and eat and smoke and never speak -- not until Goh met Taki's eyes and nodded his head down the hall. Once that exchange was made, Taki, no matter how tired he was or how sore or how badly he reeked of women's perfume, would rise from his seat and lead Goh to his bedroom.

Once they were there, they would leave their cigarettes to burn in the ashtray, kiss up against the wall, and then fall into bed. Clothes would be ripped off and skin would be revealed, only to be covered by hands and lips. Goh would kiss Taki's temple, then bite his neck and remind him, in a voice so low Taki had to strain to hear, that only one person knew him this well, and it sure as hell wasn't 'those fucking women'.

Taki never argued. He simply pressed into Goh's touches and added a few of his own, and before too long they were both spent and recumbent and soiled on the sheets. And, as Taki drifted to sleep (even though Goh always warned him that he would regret it if he woke up like that in a few hours), Goh leaned over, brushed hair from Taki's eyes, and sighed.

"Sometimes," he'd murmur, "I wish you were with guys all the time, instead of women."

"Why?" Taki always asked, already half-asleep.

"Because," Goh said, "at least then I'd know how to compete."

And, because he was usually mostly asleep and placated, Taki always forgot to tell Goh the truth: that there had never been any competition in the first place.

---end---

For domacatrix: Tenth Kingdom, anything with Wendell or Wolf.

Tenth Kingdom: Justice

There were precisely three things on which Wolf and Prince Wendell could agree: fleas itched something awful, Tony was a bit dull, and being able to smell just about anything was both a blessing and a curse. On everything else, they disagreed -- and they didn't even need Tony's translations to know that was true. For instance, whenever Wolf mentioned anything about, well, wolves, Prince would sort of shake his head and do the doggie equivalent of roll his eyes. Whenever Prince mentioned (or Tony said he mentioned) justice, Wolf would sneer. It was a very easy system, really, and they were natural enemies in any case, so what did it matter?

Still, Wolf felt a little bad when Prince was turned to gold. Just a little. So when Tony and Virginia (the apple of his eyes, the fleece of his lamb!) fell asleep, Wolf went to sit next to Prince. Or, rather, on him. (And was it his fault, honestly, that the dog-ified prince made such a convenient chair? Of course not. That was just nature.)

Wolf brushed a dead leaf off Prince's head. "Well," he said. "At least you don't have to worry about fleas. Or smelling Tony." Wolf sniffed the air. "And he really needs a wash."

In his sleep a few feet away, Tony grunted and rolled over.

After a moment, Wolf slapped his palm against Prince's head. "Bad dog! Bad!" He paused, then made a face. "Nah. It's just not justice until someone tries to burn you at the stake. Lucky son of a..." Wolf grinned toothily. "Wait, no. That's a little too close to home right now, huh?"

Wendell neither confirmed nor denied that, of course.

Wolf grinned again. "I bet you miss moving, don't you? If you're even still alive under all this gold. It's probably like a prison, huh? Oh, but don't worry. I know how that feels." He ducked to whisper in Prince's golden ear. "You know the world is out there, don't you? You just can't..." Wolf pulled back his outstretched hand and then straightened, pacing the ground. Then he picked a stick up off the ground, waved it in front of Prince's face, and threw it. "Fetch!" he taunted.

One of the trees, it seemed, decided that would be a good time to dump all the water it had been holding down onto Wolf's head. Wolf nearly yelped, and then, soaked and sputtering, he looked up at the tree, then at Prince, and then threw up his hands.

"Okay, okay," he said. "I get it. Two wrongs don't make a right." He considered Prince and shrugged. "You're probably getting whatever is due to you, though."

---end---

For yamikaosu: Firefly. Jayne and Simon.

Firefly: Running With Scissors

"It ain't right," Jayne practically snarled. "I don't care if she is loopy. If she's gonna keep tryin' to get the best of me, I should be allowed to get the best of her when I'm able."

Simon didn't even look from sorting his supplies. A recent stop at a planet peculiarly close to Alliance territory had provided him (through what were undoubtedly dishonorable means; Simon had stopped asking) with two boxes of new and slightly-used medical paraphernalia, and he was determined to check and store all of the materials before something happened and he had to use them. By his estimations, he had about an hour, though Jayne was apparently determined to make Simon's goal that much more difficult to achieve. He had stormed in a few moments earlier swearing that River was out to get him. Simon had given the brute a quick once-over, saw no blood, and decided it wasn't his concern. Jayne, however, refused to be dismissed so easily. Per usual.

"She's just a little girl," Simon said as he turned one bottle over in his hand to look for a label -- or, better, an expiration date. "She was probably just playing a game."

"That weren't no game!"

A double negative. Simon considered pointing it out but decided against it. Jayne probably wouldn't understand the point anyway. He sighed. "Can you describe the occurrence, then?"

"What?"

"Tell me what happened?"

"She came running at me with some scissors!"

Running with scissors. Simon would have to speak with her about that before too long; she could hurt herself that way. "Hmm," Simon said as took off the lid of the bottle in his hand, inspected the content, and then replaced the top. Loyle powder. He set it on the shelf.

"This ain't no 'hm' matter, doc!"

"Mmhm. Did you speak with the captain?"

"Mal din't do nothing but check my clothes for loose threads and send me here," Jayne snapped. "I'm speaking to you."

Simon took another bottle from the box and shelved it, then reached for another. "And that's very... nice."

The bottle in Simon's hand fell to the floor as Jayne grabbed Simon's arm and wrench him forward. The bottle crashed and broke. Simon stared from the bottle to Jayne and then back.

"I hope that wasn't a second vial of concentrated nikkon," he said. "If it was, you've managed to either cure someone of appendicitis or killed us all."

"M'not going to be patronized, doc!"

Big words. "Clearly." Simon tried to pull his arm away, but to no avail. Jayne's grip only tightened. "Will you please let me go? I have to clean this up."

"Starting with doin' something about your feng sister, I think," Jayne said. "M'serious here. She tries something like that again, I'll make sure she gets what's comin' to her."

It was either the tone of Jayne's voice or the potential threat of nikkon poisoning, but Simon's blood suddenly ran cold. He looked up toward Jayne.

"What do you mean?"

"Make sure someone'll get punished."

"Don't you dare lay a hand on my sister!"

Jayne snorted. "Never said nothin' about touching her, did I? Nah. I figure you're her keeper, so I'll just take it out on you instead. Sound fair?"

"Not particularly."

Jayne grinned. "Don't worry, doc. I'll make sure you enjoy it real nice." He let Simon's arm go and, as he dropped his own hand, planted a punch on Simon's rear. That done, he headed for the door. As he reached it, he paused and turned.

"You weren't all serious about the us all dying, were ya'?"

Simon stared, then frowned. "Are you feeling lightheaded?"

"No."

"Then you're fine." Unfortunately.

Jayne left then, and Simon wasted the rest of his allotted hour staring at the broken glass and wondering if perhaps Jayne wasn't delusional after all. In any case, he was nowhere near unpacking his boxes of medical supplies when his first patient of the day came in, and he wasn't wholly surprised.

---end---

For princeivy: Road to El Dorado. Anything with Miguel and Tulio.

El Dorado: The Motive

Their first night as gods was spent drunk and perhaps a bit too gleeful -- although they excused it, since they were glad the map hadn't been a complete bust, grateful that they'd finally been given decent food, and, mostly, happy to be alive. Luck was on their side, and it was a nice, nice change.

Their second night as gods, Miguel reached over and prodded Tulio's shoulder, then rolled to lay on his side. Chel was around somewhere -- she had been all day -- and Miguel didn't really want her to overhear his conversation with Tulio. When Tulio grunted and turned toward Miguel, the blond pretended to be asleep. Tulio sighed, and Miguel could almost sense the accompanying eye roll. This was an old routine, though, so Tulio settled down against and subtly shifted toward Miguel.

"What is it?" Tulio whispered once he was close enough.

Miguel opened his eyes. Chel was there. He could see her vague but recognizable shadow move on the wall as she tried to eavesdrop. He also caught sight of Tulio's head turning to follow the shadow. Miguel rolled his eyes.

"Why do you think she wants to leave?" he asked.

"She's got her reasons. She said so."

"Mmm." Miguel paused, then added, "Is she still off-limits once we get to Spain?"

Tulio bit back a snort. The resulting sound resembled something that was a cross between a snore and a grunt. Tulio shifted. "Go to sleep, Miguel."

Miguel translated that to mean something along the lines of 'yes', and shrugged, moving to do as he was told. Tomorrow they were going to start pitching the chief against Tzekel-Kan, and that meant he had to rest up while he still could.

---end---