Gambit Written: July 28, 2003 Set of two drabbles, 2 x 100 words. A companion to Ignition. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There is a place on Elijah’s throat, just to the side of the struggling pulse, which when brushed by hovering lips will cause a chain of arching and shuddering all the way down to flexed and jerking feet. Billy slides up slowly, curving mouth ghosting across burning, leaping skin, and Elijah’s voice goes breathless and pleading as he shivers. "I can’t..." Billy’s hands are solid beneath Elijah’s shoulderblades. "You can." His breath raises tremors across the skin beneath his lips. And then he drives in hard, teeth sharp and sure, and smiles against the scream as Elijah lets himself shatter. ~~~~~~~~~~ There is a spot on Billy’s throat, just below the corner of the jaw, which when pressed by a relentless thumb will cause his lip to flitter into a snarl even as his eyes roll back in long uncontrollable spasms. Elijah curls both hands, draws his fingers tighter around defiant muscles, and Billy’s voice is strangled as he gasps. "I won’t..." Elijah’s eyes flare glassy above Billy’s face. "You will." His tongue raises gooseflesh along the cheek beneath his smile. And then he thrusts up fiercely, fingers strong and certain, and inhales Billy’s moan as he revels in the yield. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ back