Good morning, Sweetheart

Fic: Perceptible

2008-09-06T02:39:40Z

Title: Perceptible
Author: Surreal
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Raw/Jeb, Glitch/Cain, plus lots of other characters
Final Word Count: ~15,000
Disclaimer: The characters and settings belong to L. Frank Baum and the creative minds behind Tin Man. I do not claim to own anything.
Summary: Jeb Cain has found someone who sees him for who he is, for what he needs, for the first time in his life. He can’t quite believe that it’s that easy.
A/N: Entire story uses the magic4mula 40-word prompt table, 4 prompts per chapter. This story is everything that happens between the stories “Unfamiliar” and “Spring Fever," linked at the start and end.

Perceptible

Goodnight Ambrose, Part 1

2008-09-05T09:44:15Z

Title: Goodnight Ambrose.
Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: Glitch/ Cain
Summary: Cain learns a terrible secret about Glitch, one which he's not sure he can live with.
Warnings:
A.N.: this story was inspired by me looking up the meaning of random names for amusement.

Cain herded Glitch into the Queen's private parlor.

"You summoned us your Majesty?" Cain said, genuflecting.

"Hmm? Oh yes, could you please shut the door behind you? this is a conversation that should be over head by anyone." The Queen said as she stared worriedly at Glitch.

Cain first checked the hallway before he shut the door, standing with his back against it. He saw the way the Queen looked at Glitch and glanced at him lounging on the rug in front of the fire. Cain smirked. Glitch was like a cat, always seeking the coziest spot.

"Glitch, come here please." the Queen held out a hand to him and Glitch, with only a small sigh at being asked to move away from the warmth, got up and moved to take her hand. She gently tugged him down to sit next to her.

"Mr. Cain I'm going to need you to remain calm for the next few minutes while I set my own fears to rest." The Queen ordered.

Cain immediately tensed, he knew he wasn't going to like what happened next.

The Queen turned back to face Glitch and took a deep breath.

"Ambrose your Lady needs you."

The effect was immediate. Glitch stiffened then relaxed, but where before the Queen's Call Glitch had been relaxed like a child totally unconcerned with anything not of interest to himself, now he was relaxed like a wildcat, nonchalant, but ready to rip your throat out at the first sign of danger.

"M'Lady, Is this the one I need to Kill?" Glitch asked.

Cain shuddered in slightly disturbing arousal, even Glitch's voice was different, softer with a darkly amused edge to it.

"No Ambrose, Mr. Cain is important to the next Queen and a good man. I want you to protect him if it becomes necessary." She turned away from Glitch and towards Cain " Mr. Cain I'd like to introduce you to Ambrose the Immortal Assassin of the royal family."

Ambrose sketched an Ironic bow at Cain. Cain's brain decided that now was a good time to shut down and assimilate new info. Cain fainted.

"Oh dear." said the Queen as she rang for a servant.

The Infinity Elixir: Chapters 24-25

2008-09-04T17:10:13Z

The Infinity Elixir || Table of Contents & Details

Chapter 24-25

Is it really still raining?

Fanart: Naked Glitch and Cain

2008-09-03T02:52:03Z

So, here's this drawing. I posted it a few days ago on my journal but after some encouragement from amedia, I've decided to unlock it and share. It's most likely not safe for work, though it's not explicit.

Glitch/Cain, nude

Fanart? NSFW

2008-09-03T02:02:57Z

A silly Cain/Glitch cartoon based on The Wizard of Oz. Warning: I CAN'T DRAW! But if you could tell what it was, it would be NSFW (Not Safe For Work).

Click for pic

Ambrose's Family Values 6/8

2008-09-02T01:39:59Z

Title: Ambrose’s Family Values 6/8
Characters/Pairing: Ambrose/Cain and suggested CC/OC
Rating: T
Summary: Ambrose and Cain go to Ambrose’s family reunion, but his family is a lot more secretive than he remembers.
In This Chapter: Something happens.
Warning: Angst, slight incest.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

The cleaning of the attic had not been a complete waste of time for Cain.

He waited until Ambrose had left to help his cousins set up the final day festivities before taking it out. It was a small, weathered picture, black and white, and slightly bent in the corner. Sure, it wasn’t in the best shape, having been stuck rather haphazardly in a box full of old toys, but it had been the only one he had found with just Ambrose in it.

The photo showed Ambrose as a teenager, all curly hair and too long limbs, dressed in a stuffy school uniform and gazing uninterestedly at the camera. He could see it so perfectly in his mind: The cacophony and excitement; Lucas laughing at how stupid his brother looked; Sybil fretting over the neatness of his hair and clothes... Ambrose didn’t talk about his father very often. He wondered why.

He slipped the photo into his breast pocket and went outside to join Ambrose.

Click! Click! Click!

“Get that thing outta my face before I shove it in your damn eye,” Lucas snapped.

Tobias Kestrel, despite the fact that he was unrelated to the Burkes except through marriage, fit in very well amongst the family. He was a slight, springy little man with a shock of frizzy red hair and a camera always in his hands. “I don’t know why you don’t like to have your picture taken, Lucas,” he sighed, turning it over in his hands. “Harry certainly does.”

“He didn’t get it from me,” he muttered, walking off.

Cain found Ambrose sitting with Harry and Minera at a small table. Harry was quickly moving three cards around, Minera was counting the pieces of candy in front of her, and Ambrose was glaring at the cards in a very determined way.

“... What’re you doing?”

“Shh! I can win it back!” Ambrose said irritably. “I know I can!”

Harry stopped shuffling and sat back, smirking. “Find the lady, uncle,” he said.

After much consideration, Ambrose flipped over the card on the far right. It was a jack. “Son of a...” Ambrose mumbled as Harry took away his remaining candy.

Cain tried to hide his laughter with a cough, which drew Harry’s attention to him. “Say, mister, wanna play? Don’t let ‘Brosey’s luck fool ya, it’s real easy! Minnie’s been winning like crazy!” Minera, the shill of the operation, smiled and gestured to her candy.

“No thanks, kid.” He took a seat next to Ambrose. “You’re good, though. Did you teach yourself?”

“Nope. Mama taught me how to do it.” He flipped over the cards, revealing two other jacks. Ambrose cursed loudly, then covered his mouth and blushed. “She used to set me up on the corner when she went to work.”

Minera, frowning with concern, put a hand on his arm. “Minnie, my Mama ain’t like your Mama,” he said assuringly. “She’ll come back. And, when she does, she’ll be both our Mamas. Don’t you worry.”

Cain saw Ambrose bite his lip hard, and he probably would have broke the skin had Lucas not popped up behind him, slamming a hand down on his shoulder. “Mother wants you,” he said simply before walking away again.

When Ambrose was gone, Harry and Minera smiled up at Cain. “It ain’t that hard, Mister Cain,” he said. “Only one candy to play.”

“Sure, I’ll play.” Placing the candy Minera had loaned him on the table, Cain smirked. He almost felt bad...

“Mother?”

Ambrose’s earliest memories consisted of sitting on his mother’s lap in the library as she read through textbooks on horticulture and botany. It was there that he learned how to read, where he first became interested in agronomy. The library had always been a place of sanctuary for him.

Now, it was simply the shell of its former glory. The shelves were bare, with most of the books having been pillaged or sold during some of the rougher times, and the only furniture left was the old red armchair near the window, where Sybil sat.

“I’m very proud of you, my son.”

He moved forward, joining her at the window. Outside, Harry was throwing a fit due to Cain having swindled him out of his candy. Instead of chastising his son, which Augustine seemed to be intent on doing, Lucas was laughing hysterically.

“I’ve always been proud of you. This may sound a tad callous, but... I always believed that you would be destined for greater things, greater than your brothers. Now, I love all of you equally...” She sighed. “Augustine is too much like your father. Too stubborn, too bigoted, too concerned with what everyone else is doing. Lucas, bless him, is far too much like me. Too naive, too susceptible to temptation, and far too trusting.

“You’ve always been such a good son, Ambrose. Don’t ever change.”

Ambrose gave his mother a look. “You didn’t just call me up here to compliment me, Mother. Something else is on your mind. What is it?”

A grin. “Smart boy. Such a smart boy...” She tented her fingers and stared out the window. “Your brothers are ten annuals older than you. I gave birth to them almost nine months to the day after my wedding. The pressure to have heirs was simply unbearable back in those days. I was so thankful to have sons. If I had bore girls, I am quite certain that his father would have killed me.”

He faintly remembered Vivian’s husband, Francis, who had been the director of the Central City Library. For a man who lived his days amongst books, he had certainly not been Ambrose’s kinsman. He remembered that whenever he visited his grandparents, Franklin would lavish attention on Augustine and Lucas, who he considered ‘real men,’ and would treat Ambrose with extreme contempt when he wasn’t coldly ignoring him.

He had not cried at his funeral. The death itself had been quite tragic, really: Fell down the stairs in his own house, snapping his neck. Some claimed he had been pushed, but Sybil, the only other person in the house at the time, had vehemently denied it, and they had left it at that.

“They were planned. Don’t take this the wrong way, son, but you most certainly weren’t. In fact, your father called it a miracle... Mostly due to the fact that we hadn’t had sex in ages.”

Ambrose visibly twitched. He didn’t need to hear this. “Please, Mother, spare me the details. Just skip to the end of the story.”

“Well, what I’m trying to say is–”

“AMBROSE, YOU ARE AN UTTER BASTARD!”

Lucas was standing in the doorway, panting madly. “What are you doing up here? We’re going to have a race through the woods like we did when we were kids! You can’t do that in a library!” he shouted.

“You can’t shout in a library, either,” Sybil said crossly.

“Sorry, Mom. Still, ‘Brosey, you’re needed in the grassy plain! I still haven’t forgotten how you cheated when I was twenty.”

“You tripped on your own feet,” Ambrose said flatly.

“... I will crush you. C’mon!” Before anyone could say anything to the contrary, Lucas grabbed his brother by the arm and led him outside.

“Mother?...” Ambrose asked as he was dragged out.

She gave him a weak smile. “I’ll watch from up here, my child. I always have.”

Lucas, Ambrose, Cain, Tobias, Minera, and Harry all lined up about ten feet away from the dark forest. Wendy stood in front of them, a pistol in her hand. “Ok, kids, I want a clean race. No tripping, no tricking, and especially no outright attacking, Lucas.” He stuck his tongue out at her. “We don’t want any repeats from last time.”

He grasped Ambrose’s arm and held it up, shaking it slightly. “It’s still attatched, ain’t it?” he asked angrily.

Ambrose looked back at Augustine, who was busy drinking tea with Vivian. “Aren’t you going to race, Auggie? You were always the fastest.”

“He doesn’t want to ruin his pretty dress!” Lucas cackled. As if on cue, Harry laughed so hard he started coughing.

Augustine practically turned purple. “It’s called a robe, you clod!”

“Ready... Set... GO!” Wendy fired a shot into the air, and they all ran off.

A minute later, a bird crashed onto the grass where Wendy had stood.

“What in blazes is that thing?” Augustine asked.

“Dunno, but I’m gonna fry it up and serve it with potatoes anyway. Viv, get the crock pot!”

Cain lost most of the group: Lucas and Ambrose had already zoomed off to the front, while Tobias and Harry lagged behind, and Minera kept a rather even pace with him. As he ran, he reminded himself of what Wendy had said before the race had began:

“Out in the middle of the forest, there’s this really big redwood, you can’t miss it. Just grab one of the ribbons and run back. Simple.”

“Why are there ribbons on the tree?” he had asked.

“It’s a ribbon tree.”

Though it hardly surprised him, Cain still found it rather odd when he saw the redwood tree. Sure enough, the entire tree was red, with red leaves and red branches and, yes, red ribbons sticking out of it. In school, he had read about a time when all the different districts of the OZ had plants of a single color, until some Queen decided to spice things up a bit. Some plants, however, had stayed the same. He remembered the large blue oak that had grown next to his childhood home.

He grabbed a ribbon and turned around, hoping to finish at least third.

He did finish third, behind Lucas and Minera. Knowing the man’s complete lack of an inner compass, Cain was sure that Ambrose had just gotten mixed up and would be back in no time.

When Tobias and Harry trudged in, he became worried.

When night fell, he started to panic.

Fic: Bacchanal 1/1

2008-09-01T23:13:12Z

Cross-posted to tin_and_straw

Title: Bacchanal
Characters: Glitch, Cain
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slash
Word Count: 860
Summary: The Queen reprimands Cain and Glitch.
Author's Note: Response to avari_maethor's prompt request: a muddy fall. pennies_4_eyes deserves credit for letting me know about avari's birthday and request. Thanks, pennies! And happy birthday, avari!

Bacchanal

The Infinity Elixir: 22-23

2008-09-01T17:54:08Z

The Infinity Elixir || Table of Contents & Details

Chapter 22-23

They're off to see the brain!

Ambrose's Family Values 5/8

2008-09-01T02:27:08Z

Title: Ambrose’s Family Values 5/8
Characters/Pairing: Ambrose/Cain and suggested CC/OC
Rating: T
Summary: Ambrose and Cain go to Ambrose’s family reunion, but his family is a lot more secretive than he remembers.
In This Chapter: Something completely different.
Warning: Angst, slight incest.

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”

Sybil sighed and pulled the chattering Ambrose onto her lap. His constant yammering had already earned him a light cuff from Lucas, and she could tell when her husband was close to anger. “Dear, we’ll be there in a few minutes. Please, be quiet.”

It was difficult enough to stuff a boy of five annuals into a suit, let alone expect him to be quiet for the hours long drive into Central City. Sybil was happy that stubbornly traditionalist Atticus had allowed them to take the car instead of the carriage, which would have taken days instead of hours. She would be happier once it was all over.

As Lord of the South and advisor to Queen Ozma, it was Atticus’ job to attend balls and other gatherings, but it certainly wasn’t his job to bring along the whole family. Perhaps he did it strategically, so he could be portrayed as a family man; to brag about his successful botanist wife, his pious oldest son and his prodigy youngest, while fervently ignoring the addict loser; to have his youngest play with the Queen’s daughter... All a carefully constructed plan, like a play. She was impressed.

The ball took place in an ornate hotel in the heart of Central City, and as the family walked up the stairs, a woman in rags limped over to them and feebly held out her hands. Sybil looked up at Atticus, who shook his head, and they continued on, almost deaf to the curses of the beggarwoman.

‘Perhaps, instead of throwing lavish parties, they could help the unfortunate...’ Of course, it wasn’t her place to talk about such things. Like Atticus always said: “Your place is with the dirt and leaves. Leave such complicated matters for those qualified to solve them.”

Gods, she hated that man. She thought of her true love, who often joined her in her place with the dirt and leaves...

“Mother, may I go play now?”

Ambrose, still in her arms, was staring up at her expectantly. Looking around, she saw Atticus talking to a famous judge, laughing at his own jokes, and Lucas wandering off, as usual.

“Have fun, my darling.” She walked towards Atticus and began to play her part.

The only thing Lucas liked about the big fancy parties was the entertainment. On the surface, it was all jugglers and jesters and other high society trash, but the seasoned partygoer could always find some seedy prostitute from the Sin District or a con artist from the Realm.

Much to his dismay, he found the latter.

It was a girl, a bit older than him, with long tendrils of blonde hair and tanned skin, sitting at a table covered in cheap golden cloth and shiny confetti.

She took a long drag from a cigarette and said, in a way that made him think that she had said it many times, “Questions are answers unspoken.”

He fished into his pocket and slammed a coin onto the table. “Will I ever leave this horrible place?”

After a few moments of thought, she said, “No. No matter how far you go, it will always drag you back.”

“Damn.” Another coin. “Well, will I ever be happy?”

Another moment. “You will never find happiness in a drug dealer’s hand.” A beautiful smile, almost a smirk.

Another coin. “Will I ever find love?”

Before she could even answer, he slammed a platinum down. “Can I kiss you?”

He followed her into a tacky van outside, and they did more than kiss.

Ambrose was worried. Usually, she would be waiting for him in the lobby, with a cookie in one hand and a smirk on her face. Instead, he saw nothing except a sea of legs. Maybe she was–

“Boo!”

Something wrapped its arms around his waist and pulled him to the floor. Yelping, he wiggled his way out of the tight grip of his giggling attacker. “Della! You could have killed me!” he gasped once he recognized her.

He would be able to recognize Princess Lavendel in a room full of her clones: It wasn’t just the iconic lavender eyes, but the way she carried herself. The way she smiled. The way she laughed. He didn’t quite understand it, but something about Della made him want to spend the rest of his life with her, even though something his mother called Society kept her worlds away.

“I got something real neat to show you, ‘Brosey.” Ever since she had heard Lucas calling him that, she had refused to refer to him otherwise. “Do you wanna see it?”

She didn’t give him time to answer. Grabbing his hand, she led him through the crowd, up the stairs, and down the hall that led to her room.

“It’s...” Unable to contain her excitement, she pushed the door open, grinning madly. “A webbing!”

A storybook from the Other Side called Cinderella had completely enamored Della. Apparently, due to her father’s unfortunate speech impediment, he had pronounced the word ‘wedding’ as ‘webbing’ when he had read it to her. When she had read it with Ambrose, she hadn’t understood the difference and elected to call it a webbing anyway, since the letter ‘b’ was a much nicer letter than ‘d.’

“Now we can really play Cinderella!” Stuffed animals and dolls were arranged in rows in front of an arch made of blankets and end tables, while a butter knife and a pair of the Queen’s white heels sat at their feet. “Ok, you can be Cinderella–”

“Why am I always Cinderella?”

“Because you always are!” It was true: Ambrose was Cinderella; Ambrose was Pocahantas; Ambrose was Belle; Ambrose was all twelve of the Dancing Princesses. The only man Ambrose had ever played was Dorian Grey, which Della had insisted didn’t count and had been a very strange game indeed.

Della picked up the knife and Ambrose put on the shoes, determined that their costumes were flawless, and carefully walked down the ‘aisle.’ When they reached the end, Della turned to him and said very seriously, “Do you love me lots?”

It took him a minute to realize that it was the Prince talking to Cinderella, and not Della talking to him. “Sure.”

“Ok, good.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Now, according to the book, your two stepsisters have dance until their feet fall off.”

“...”

“Of course, you don’t have any sisters, not even step ones.”

“...”

“But, you do have brothers.”

“...”

“Auggie isn’t here, but Lucas is, so I guess he’ll have to dance twice as hard.”

“...”

She rolled her eyes. “C’mon!” Holding onto his wrist, she led him off in search for his brother.

Ambrose awoke in a cold sweat. Gasping hard, he sat up, breathing rather heavily.

Cain opened one eye. “What’s wrong?” he mumbled.

“... Damn, I hate my brother.” Snuggling back down into the bed, he said, “Nothing. Just a bad... memory, I guess.”

“Was it interesting?”

“... No, not really.”

Lucas was woken up by the sound of his own crying. He was prepared to go back to sleep, but heard the door open. “Who’s there?” he asked the darkness.

It was Harry. “Oh, just you. Go back to bed, kiddo.”

“No. Every time you start crying when you’re sleeping, you do something stupid.” He crawled up the bed and looked up at his father defiantly, daring him to send him away again.

Rolling his eyes, Lucas put an arm around Harry and lied down again. “You’re... You’re a good kid, Harry.” They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Sybil also awoke suddenly from her nightmarish memories, but there was no one to comfort her, and she went back to sleep with a cold feeling in her heart.

Brief Announcement

2008-08-31T20:06:40Z

Hey everyone! First, I hope people are going to enter the icon contest. There are a few slots open so there's several chances to win.

Today, I'm just making a quick post about TAGS. Please feel free to review the rules of them, but this is just a reminder that in order to keep the list streamlined, please check before you tag your post with something. A tag may already exist for what you've just created. This way, when you want to search through things, it's all very uniform and neat.

In general, though, everything has a modifier before it. It could be "Author:", "Subject:" or "Genre". We don't need a Tin Man tag and because this community is dedicated to Glitch/Cain, you don't need a tag for that either.

Thanks everyone and keep posting your amazing stuff.

glitch_wyatt @ 2008-08-31T00:14:00

2008-08-31T07:14:54Z

Title: drabbles 5-10
Author: Lovemyfaceoff
Character/Pairing/Group: Glitch/Cain
Word Count: 825
Rating: PG
Summary: Five drabbles about Cain and Glitch's relationship.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tin Man
Warning(s): Slash, fluff
A/N: I wrote these while watching Jurassic Park. Not that that has anything to do with the drabbles themselves...

Drabbles. Rabble drabble.

Icon Contest!

2008-08-31T03:49:30Z

As we know, the comm has a brand spanking new layout, so we decided we need a new user icon as well! That's where you lovely, artistic members come in. It's simple, submit your Glitch/Cain icon, everyone has a chance to vote, and the winner will be our user pic for the comm!

Here's the contest details:

Submission begins 12:01 am August 31st and will end in two weeks time on Sunday September 14th.

Each member can submit two icons each in the comments below (obviously comments are screened).

All icons submitted must be new and cannot be a previously posted icon.

Icons submitted cannot be posted by the creator until after the contest (submission, voting, results) is over.

Voting information will be posted soon after submissions close.

Good luck to everyone!

-The Mods

FIC: Louder Than Words (G)

2008-08-30T22:58:33Z

Title: Louder Than Words
Author: blackletter
Summary: Wyatt Cain never says, “I love you”
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own the DVD, but I still do not nor will I ever own the franchise.
Word Count: ~1400
Note: Originally written for the Valentine’s Day Challenge. Yeah, that’s right, I wrote this in *February*. And then promptly forgot that it was sitting on my hard drive. So it's warm and fluffy Valentine's Day fic...for August.

Wyatt Cain never said, “I love you.”

He called Glitch “sweetheart” once, with a warm hand on Glitch’s chest and a relieved look in his eye. He offered Glitch his hand, helped him off the floor, and Glitch thought, guessed, hoped that Cain was for an instant reluctant to let Glitch go. But the time wasn’t right. There was a kingdom to save. And the moment was lost in the frantic efforts to stop the Witch.

After the Witch had melted down into darkness, Glitch breathed freely and without fear for the first time in…as long as he could remember. (Without memory, every second seemed like a lifetime.) Raw had healed Cain’s wound, but blood loss had left him weak—not that he’d ever let on. Glitch kept him upright, one arm behind Cain’s back, Cain’s arm over his shoulders. Glitch pretended that it was for his own sake, babbling excuses to Cain like “still feeling dizzy from the electro-shock” and “not wanting to get separated and lost”. They both pointedly ignored the fact that Glitch’s brief reunion with his other half seemed to have lingering effects. He was walking straighter and with more poise than he ever had since Cain met him, and it was Glitch, not Cain, who was leading them to the top of the tower.

And so Cain was able to stand upright before the queen of the O.Z. with dignity and pride intact.

After the queen had dismissed them, Cain muttered, “Thank you.” Glitch’s heart fluttered.

Once the palace had been reclaimed and the longcoats and the rest of the Witch’s sympathizers rounded up, Glitch spent most of his time sequestered in his rooms. The queen had offered him a place in her reestablished court, but one week of horrified and pitying looks from the other courtiers, as if he’d come down with some terrible, fatal disease, had driven him into hiding. So many years wandering the O.Z. alone while the Witch reigned and hostility and suspicion were common, and only now, when order was being restored, was he afraid of the outside. He knew his place in the old O.Z., terrible as it might have been. This new O.Z. may have been Ambrose’s home, but it was a foreign land to Glitch.

Cain became his link to the outside. Every evening he’d bring news and rumors and some object picked up from wherever he’d been that day. The Old Road was undergoing renovations (a broken, yellow brick became Glitch’s new doorstop). The fields of the Papay were fruiting (a sweetapple was his dessert that evening). Glitch couldn’t face the outside all at once, so Cain was slowly bringing the outside to Glitch.

It was nearly an annual before a surgeon was found who was willing to attempt to give Glitch back his brain. The risks were high and everyone told him that the choice was his. But there wasn’t a choice. Not really.

The night before the surgery, the Queen hosted a private dinner for them all. Cain and Raw, the Queen and Ahamo, DG and Azkadellia were all there with Glitch the unspoken guest of honor. The topic of tomorrow’s operation was pointedly not brought up. No mention was made of Ambrose or brains. And worries concerning a dangerous and experimental procedure were most assuredly not expressed. But between bouts of light-hearted laughter and easy conversation, Glitch noticed the glances. Just little glances. A flicker of the eye betraying an unexpressed fear. All of them were doing it, though some were more subtle than others. Though they all tried to keep the mood of the party happy, they couldn’t hide the fact that they thought that they might be saying goodbye—and dreading that thought.

They lingered over drinks, no one keen to be the first to leave Glitch behind. So Glitch took the decision out of their hands. With a yawn and a stretch he announced, “Big day tomorrow. I’d better turn in.” And with that, the party ended. Hugs were given, good-nights were said and everyone departed.

Cain’s quarters were near Glitch’s and they walked down the corridor together. Once they were alone, Glitch stopped and gripped Cain’s elbow.

“Look, I didn’t want to say anything in there, because I didn’t want to bring everyone down, but I’m scared. I’m terrified out of what’s left of my mind.”

“You can still change your mind.”

“No, I can’t, Cain. This life I have, it’s not mine. It’s not me. I need myself back. I—” Glitch paused, chewed on his thumbnail. “I just don’t want to be alone. I’ve spent so much time alone...if these are going to be the last hours of my life, I want someone to share them with.”

Cain looked away, cleared his throat. “Do you, uh, have anyone specific in mind, or will any old company do? ‘Cause, uh—”

“I do have someone specific in mind.”

“Oh. Well then I’ll leave you to—”

“I’d like you to stay with me.”

Cain still didn’t look at him, didn’t move, didn’t respond at all, and Glitch wondered whether he’d asked Cain to stay or whether he’d just imagined in his head asking Cain to stay.

“I’d like you to stay with me.”

“You just said that.”

“Did I? Good. It bears repeating. I’d like you to stay with me. Just...to stay.”

Cain nodded. He stayed with Glitch through the whole night. He didn’t talk much, but then, he didn’t need to. He listened patiently while Glitch rambled wherever his thoughts took him, both things important (If I die, tell everybody that I love them and that I have no regrets) and things unimportant (Did you know that the seven colors of the rainbow are an artificial invention to match the seven notes of the scale? I mean, ‘indigo’, what kind of color is that, anyway? A made-up one, that’s what. Because the numbers had to match, you see). When at last Glitch started to drift off in his chair, Cain tucked a throw blanket around his body and, just as his thoughts were fading into the darkness of sleep, brushed a dry kiss against his forehead and whispered, “Goodnight, sweetheart. Pleasant dreams.”

When Glitch opened his eyes in the morning, the first thing he saw was Cain, dozing in the wingback chair. A fella could get used to waking up to the vision of Wyatt Cain.

Glitch tried to step quietly, but Cain was a light sleeper and he hadn’t taken two steps before Cain stirred and woke.

“Are you ready?”

Cain looked so solemn, so grim. Glitch answered, “I’m ready. Will you stay? Not in the surgery itself, I don’t think the doctor would let you, but stay there, nearby, just in case…”

“I won’t be going anywhere.”

Glitch nodded. “Well,” he said as he grabbed his coat. “I guess it’s time to go then. Wouldn’t want to be late. Not that they could start without me or anything. But still, punctuality is a virtue. Um...what time is it Cain?”

Cain glanced at his pocketwatch. “Quarter past eight.”

“Good, time for breakfast then.”

“You aren’t supposed to eat before the surgery.”

“Oh. Right. I forgot.”

“Glitch...”

“Cain...”

“I...”

“Yes?”

Cain looked away, his lips tight and his eyes blinking rapidly. “Glitch, I... Don’t die, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Next thing Glitch knew, he was pressed against the wall and being kissed like there was no tomorrow (which, he reflected, there might not be, not for him). He didn’t recall how exactly he went from talking with Cain to up against the far wall on the other side of the room. But whatever had happened, whatever he’d said, it must have been good. And then he put the question from his mind and turned his full attention to the matter at hand. Hand. Lips. Any body part.

They left Glitch’s room at precisely quarter ‘til nine.

# # #

Wyatt Cain never said, “I love you.” Neither did Ambrose.

They didn’t have to. Some truths were ineffable.

It Can Be Drabbles Tiem Now?

2008-08-30T15:43:06Z

I'm trying out drabbles guys! Check it out in my journal: HERE!

And the only drabble I have gotten so far is from the loverly
surranndie
and that request was done in a seperate journal 'specially for her: HERE!</span> If you so wish to see how I did it. :D

And since I haven't said it yet, THANK YOU everyone who commented on me and Surr's Round Robin fic Harvest. It's made me so happy to get so much feedback on my first fic here. *Hugstoall*

Inject Me Numb

2008-08-29T20:30:10Z

I'm pretty sure this is the first fic I have ever written that involves drug addiction. So I was a little worried about posting it here. Please enjoy the story either way, though.

Title: Inject Me Numb
Rating: Mature
Summary: “The delicious liquid that he filled his blood with was his hope.”
Warnings: Mature content (drugs), language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tin Man. So ha.

"You don't understand!"

Fic: Formal Wear

2008-08-29T10:09:33Z

Title: Formal Wear
Author: Corona
Fandom: Tin Man
Pairing: Cain/Glitch
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Sometimes clothes are unexpectedly complicated.

Formal Wear

The Four Hundredth Time (And It Never Gets Old, Even If They Do)

2008-08-28T22:32:37Z

Happy early my-birthday! Have some very unusual fic in celebration!

Title: The Four Hundredth Time (And It Never Gets Old, Even If They Do)
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Absolutely nothing graphic, but Glitch/Cain, Cain/Adora, Tenpou/Kenren (aka Glitch-ness/Cain-ness).
Warnings: Religious themes, reincarnation, kind of a crossover with Saiyuki: Gaiden (but trust me, you don't need to know anything about it), character death, and Cain-ness is a pottymouth.
Summary: Swords, hypothermia, and trolls really suck. Luckily enough, they're used to it. Really, really, really used to it.

“No, I mean…a lot older,” Ambrose said, almost desperately.

glitch_wyatt @ 2008-08-28T11:43:00

2008-08-28T15:45:01Z

The Infinity Elixir || Table of Contents & Details

Chapter 19-21

The second meeting...

Fanart! Adult warning...

2008-08-28T06:33:47Z

La! I did the preliminary sketch tonight for a naughty Wyatt/Glitch work that I had in my head.

Given time in the next week...I may get it painted. Problem is, I have no idea what kind of background I want... It's somewhat primitive still, though I have nailed the final pose.

It's a healthy R rating. I haven't titled it yet. Maybe you all can help with that.

Note! This is NOT a worksafe image.

*footnote* My server went down. So I uploaded it to my photobucket account...for now. Thanx!

Here they are!

glitch_wyatt @ 2008-08-27T23:26:00

2008-08-28T06:27:24Z

Title: Drabbles 1-5
Author: Lovemyfaceoff
Character/Pairing/Group: Glitch/Wyatt
Word Count: 634
Rating: PG
Summary: Five drabbles for the Ten Themes challenge. They explore Cain and Glitch's relationship.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tin Man
Warning(s): Slash
A/N: I should stop taking on new challenges. Really. It's getting to be a problem.

this way for the drabbles

FIC: Harvest

2008-08-28T03:48:44Z

Title: Harvest
Authors: witchywanda666 & surranndie

Characters/Pairings: GlitchWyatt
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5,319
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: With the help of a secret place in the castle that only Glitch remembers, Cain takes it upon himself to provide a worthwhile distraction.
A/N: Written as a rotating round robin between the two authors in IRC chat, each writing one character.

Cain raised an eyebrow when he saw how Glitch was sprawled in the chair, one leg flung over the arm while the other was stretched out toward the floor. The view was pleasant but not exactly subtle. “Is that how they teach you to sit in Advisor school?”

Glitch chuckled to himself in his soft way as he lolled his head up to look back up at the Tin Man. He had been eating an apple in one hand and just trying to remember what he had wanted to do today, which wasn’t that hard to think of now that Cain was in his presence. He swallowed his finished bite and responded “Probably not, but I’m not in Advisor school right now, am I Wyatt?” And he practically purred the man’s first name.

“That’s true enough,” Cain shrugged and sauntered over, bumping his hip against Glitch’s shoulder as he passed and turned to face him. “And odds are you aren’t going to be spreading your bad habits to the younger generation, seeing how you’ve got us to keep you in check.”

Glitch pouted up at the towering Tin Man and scrunched up his eyebrows “Oh Cain, I can’t help it that I have more freetime than I’m used to! The Queen commanded I “take it easy” until the surgery!” Which was a topic he really didn’t LIKE getting into much, but the date was getting closer and closer.

Cain smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was scared out of his mind, thinking about what was swiftly approaching and he never wanted Glitch to see how badly the whole thing was shaking him. Instead, he wanted to spend his time with Glitch, however much time they had left as themselves, just being together without the surgery putting a damper on their spirits.

Glitch slowly set his apple down and sat up slowly, ignoring the slight ache in his joints from the act, and reached up to touch his love’s face and bring it closer to his. “Like I said, I have quite a bit of freetime..” His eyes lingered on Cain’s lips, “I’d love to.”

Hooking his elbow easily through Glitch’s arm, Cain let himself be led out of the third floor study that was close to their own suite. Most of the time their walks had no particular direction, sometimes they ended up just walking slowly for hours through the same few corridors. It wasn’t that Glitch would get lost, or even that he forgot that they had already been through those same rooms. Cain knew it was Glitch’s way of dealing with everything, could see it in the way Glitch’s eyes would wander over every detail of a room or hall, taking it all in over and over until the memory was firmly entrenched in his mind. “Show me a secret today, Glitch,” Cain said. “I want to see a room that no one else knows about.”

Glitch stopped and looked up at Cain, his eyes wary and yet child-like. “Er..a..s-secret? Hahah..Well! Hmm.” Glitch wandered away from Cain’s side, muttering to himself. He wasn’t mad, he was simply trying to get this faulty half brain of his to work with him! “secret..secret. Would that be..? No.. Urm..” And then, for once, a synapse in the headcase’s head seemed to click on at the right time. Glitch made a very audible gasp and whirled around to grin almost manically at his love. “The WINE Cellar.”

Unable to keep the grin from escaping, Cain shook his head. “Leave it to you to remember the one room in this whole place that would kill even more of your brain,” he chuckled. “All right, show me. But I reserve the right to limit anything you drink. Keep in mind you’re driving here, sweetheart, so getting us even more lost would just have DG sending the troops after us. And for what I have in mind, I’d rather not invite an audience.”

Glitch at first gave him another wide-eyed look, asking without words ‘what you have in mind..?’ And then slowly his mouth opened in an ‘ooohh’ sort of way. It was times like this that, if he was Ambrose again, he’d be embarrassed about for hours. But as Glitch, he just smirked, yanked up Cain’s strong arm and dragged him down about two or three flights of stairs. Honestly, Glitch just couldn’t keep track of that right now. He finally reached the ground level and looked around a moment to see if anyone was around besides them. He heard in a door across the way, a few voices uproariously talking, one sounded like Ahamo’s. They were probably still celebrating their victory with close friends. Glad they were the only ones here, Glitch turned around in the direction of the stairs again, but went off to the side, and slightly bent down. He looked back at Cain, “Here, help me with this latch. This door hasn’t been open in annuals.”

Cain frowned slightly, not sure where all of this fell into the “taking it easy” category but did as he was asked. He wrapped his hand around the pull chain, taking most of the effort on himself until there was a loud cracking sound and the wood pulled away from the floor in the shape of a door. Below, a narrow set of stairs led down into the dark. Wary of the abandoned structure, he stood up straight. “You sure this is safe?”

“Of course, Wyatt!” He practically sassed, “If it wasn’t I’d know. I’ve been in enough predicaments, usually no thanks to YOU, to know if something is safe or..not safe.” He eyed the darkness himself, slowly taking a few bent-over steps to get in on the first step inside. “Hm. Smells...I’m not sure why, but like moldy fruit in here.” Making a soft ‘huh’ sound, he slowly crept down into the dark.

“Is there at least a light you can turn on before you trip and go tumbling the rest of the way down the stairs?” Cain blinked in the growing darkness, keeping one hand firmly curled over Glitch’s shoulder while trying to adjust to the dimness. “Wait - here, I found something.” His flailing hand brushed against a hanging chain and he pulled on it.

Glitch froze, the sudden brightness taking him slightly off-kilter. He wobbled and yelped and almost fell, but grabbed the next creeky wooden stair down and gripped the edges of it for dear life. Now his behind was practically jutting into the air as he wobbled to gain the balance he once knew. “C-Cain..” He huffed, “Please do warn me next time!”

“Sorry, wasn’t expecting it to be so...like that,” Cain quickly wrapped an arm around Glitch’s waist and steadied him, pulling him close. “Usually there’s only a little dim lightbulb hanging from a cord in places like these. You all right?” He reached up and tucked back the loose curls that had fallen over Glitch’s face, letting his fingers linger.

Glitch sighed “Yes, I suppose so..” His voice drifted a minute, but he tried to clear it and looked back down the now lit wooden stairway. It was alot longer down than he thought.. He looked back up at Cain, slightly pressing himself back into him. “We should stay close as we go down.” He murmurred, his sweet chocolate eyes hopeful as a child getting a toy.

“You just want me as close to your ass as possible,” Cain grumbled good-naturedly. He loosened his grip around Glitch’s middle but let his hand drift over to clasp one of Glitch’s wandering ones. “Besides, I do believe it’s my turn to...well, you know how much I love having you...are you sure we’ll be completely alone down here?”

Glitch snorted softly, squeezing his hand “Cain, you asked for a secret. This is one of..of...SIX very, very VERY secret places in the castle! Only the closest members of the castle know about them.” He chuckled, “And Ambrose-err I just happen to be one of them.”

“Good,” Cain grinned, stealing a kiss before giving Glitch a gentle push, encouraging him down the last few steps. He looked around for a moment, noting the convenient flat surfaces with growing anticipation. The wood was smooth and polished, if coated in a layer of dust. He knew his back would thank him not to end up full of splinters. “You pick out a bottle, genius, and I’ll find something to dust with.”

Glitch grinned wildly now and scampered off among the isles of wedges, some with bottles, some just empty with a few cobwebs. He looked carefully at the labels until he found what he was looking for. Only one bottle left was in the catagory, but it was perfect, for the date of this particular wine was very unique.. He looked the bottle up and down, smiling to himself, and then walked casually back to his Tin Man to get it dusted off. As he approached him, his nose wrinkled and he sneezed, instantly dropping the bottle. “Oh drat.” He muttered and rubbed his nose. The dust getting to him a little.

“Let me finish wiping the table off first,” Cain cautioned, dragging the stiff cloth across the smooth surface in wide archs. He stepped back to study his handiwork and nodded his approval. Tossing the dusty rag into a corner, he hopped up and let his legs swing freely. “What’d you find?” he asked, nodding toward the bottle in Glitch’s hand.

Glitch grinned once again and snatched the wine bottle back up, holding it right up to Cain’s face “Papay Berry Wine! It’s an exsquisite line of alcohol that was made way before even DG was born. Of course, they had to stop producing it, considering the Papays were getting mighty frustrated with their fruit vanishing!” He chuckled, “But of course, the Queen of the OZ still managed to pick up a few bottles before they were, well..extinct.” He set the bottle down triumphantly. “So this is certainly very well aged.” He nodded to himself and leaned slightly into the table with one hand on it while crossing his legs.

Cain leaned down and nuzzled his mouth behind Glitch’s ear. “That’s not the only thing well-aged around this place,” he murmured lazily, getting a tiny thrill out of the way Glitch tilted his head to give him better access. “Let’s party like we own the place.”

Glitch tried to hold in a swoon. Despite his love for being dramatic, it wasn’t the time to do such things. He found a drawer in the table that had a bottle opener and inserted it into the aged cork. He noticed Cain’s look at the corner of his eye and an eyebrow twitched. He sighed “Cain, I am not THAT handicapped. Please.” He twisted the old opener and ignored the funny squeaks coming from the bottle.

“I didn’t say a thing,” Cain pointed out, waiting until the cork came loose before reaching down to take the bottle. Letting a bit of the warm, musky liquid fall on his tongue, he nodded then handed the bottle back. “Don’t think it’ll kill us.” He leaned back on one straight arm, watching Glitch tilt his head back and take a healthy swig. “It’s wine, not water. You’re supposed to taste it, or so I’ve heard.”

Glitch brought his head back and smiled in a very lazy way, “Mmm, especially Papay Fruit Wine..” He licked his lips “Nostalgia is slipping in. I must’ve had this at parties long past..” He sighed and fiddled with a loose piece of wood on the table idly, “Hopefully I will regain those memories soon.” He glanced at Cain and smiled more “But also keep my new memories as well. Do you think I’ll be able to fit everything all into my newly recovered brain, Cain?” He leaned into him, now idly picking at a stray string on the tin man’s shirt.

“With room to spare, I’m sure,” Cain smiled warmly, despite the topic. He understood the underlying uncertainty Glitch had about his own brain, that feeling that he had no control over what was going to happen. In the short time they had known each other, Cain had come to realize that there was nothing more frustrating, more agonizing, to Glitch than having no way of knowing what would happen. Glitch, or rather Ambrose, was a man of science - someone who would have complete control over his experiments and if something didn’t work, he would have the chance to keep trying until it did. In this case, it was an experiment that only had one shot. If it failed, there was no going back.

Glitch sighed and looked into the bottle a moment before taking another swig. After swallowing, he leaned back into Cain and gripped the front of his shirt tightly in his nimble fingers, as if he was now afraid he would literally disappear on him. “E-Even if something does go a-amiss... I know you guys will help me out.. You, DG, Raw.. You guys are so good to me..” His voice cracked at the end.

“You deserve nothing less than everything we have,” Cain told him seriously, sitting up so he could wrap his arms around Glitch’s shoulders, resting his chin gently on top of Glitch’s head. “I - all of us, we’ll be there to remind you, every day.” His throat felt tight and he cleared it. “Now, how about we take advantage of our privacy,” he said with renewed cheer.

Glitch’s eyes shimmered with emotions. Without even thinking about it, he took one more slow sip of the wine while watching Cain, and then held it out to him to take one more drink, one eyebrow raised with his offer. He wasn’t normally this quiet, even during such intimate times, always wanting Cain to know truly how he felt when he touched him.. But he kept his lips mysteriously sealed and waited.

Wondering at the somber mood of his usually boysterous companion, Cain simply took a final, small drink before recorking the bottle and setting it aside on a short rack sitting on one end of the table. “If you want, we can head back upstairs.”

Glitch’s smile twitched at Cain’s offer, and he tipped his head accordingly, giving Cain a look that said ‘why are you so sweet to me?’ And then he leaned in and captured his lips, making the kiss linger as much as he could, tasting Cain’s lips. The taste of wine mixed with their own natural tastes and it made Glitch feel all warm inside. His mind slowly forgot about his problems with the surgery and all, and his body instinctively pressed into Cain’s, once again gripping his shirt.

Cain felt Glitch pressing closer as they kissed and realized that his friend was taking solace from their intimacy. There had been times recently when Cain felt helpless in the face of the upcoming surgery; he was no medical expert or psychologist who could contribute to the process. But if Glitch needs to be distracted, Cain thought, that’s something I know how to do. He brought his hands up to caress Glitch’s face, and deepened the kiss until they both had to stop for air.

Glitch pulled only slightly away, his nimble hands slightly gliding down Cain’s always white-or light colored-shirt till he reached the end of it. He felt around a little, always a bit spastic in his movements, and slipped his hand up underniethe the shirt to touch bare skin. Sweet warm skin. He smiled lazily at Cain and rubbed a well-known sensitive spot near his hip, watching his reaction.

Slipping his hand to curl around one of Glitch’s narrow hips, Cain leaned forward just enough so his mouth brushed the underside of Glitch’s jaw. He smiled against the tight skin when Glitch tilted his head back with a tiny vibration that never quite escaped Glitch’s mouth but Cain could feel against his lips. The stubble pricked his sensitive skin and he knew he would have a red mouth the next day. Cain’s tongue flicked out between his teeth, tasting salt and warm skin.

He breathed out through his nose and the hand still holding onto the outside of his shirt, quickly went around to grip the back, his clenched fist like a symbol of how tight the heated knot was in his belly. Glitch may have the moves of a professional fighter, but he certainly wasn’t the same in the sex department. Perhaps Ambrose was..? He shut his eyes and told himself ‘No’ firmly on that topic before letting his hand inside his love’s shirt glide up a little further to feel his strong abs and chest. The warmth made him relax.

Cain pulled Glitch closer and himself nearer to the edge of the table, until their groins were touching and even through too many layers of fabric Cain could feel the distinct outline of Glitch’s erection pressing firmly against his own growing need. “You know just how to make me feel good,” Cain murmured, drawing up to capture Glitch’s mouth in a deep kiss that spoke of just how good he was feeling. His fingers had drifted in his distraction, fumbling for the buttons of Glitch’s trousers until they gave up against his onslaught. Cain gave a triumphant grin and his hands made their way down to cover the bare flesh of Glitch’s backside.

Glitch almost sighed in relief into his mouth and then gently nipped on his lower lip before mumbling “Please...Cain.” His eyes opened to show Cain his own emotions about this predicament. When Cain obligued to his needs and carried on with his hands, Glitch practically whimpered and bucked, grinding himself against the Tin Man’s own need.

“No need to flip a coin, this one’s all mine,” Cain smiled with a hint of smugness, grasping one of Glitch’s hands and guiding it behind himself, knowing Glitch would get the hint. He reluctantly let go, pushing his hands against the smooth wood of the table under him and taking his weight on his arms. “A little help?” His question was answered with wordless compliance as Glitch tucked his hands into the folds of Cain’s underpants and slid them, along with the pants, down and out of the way.

Glitch took his sweet time, knowing they would not get interrupted down here. But as soon as he was done, he got back to his lips and quickly tried to rid himself of his own pants and underwear, not wanting to wait for Cain to do it for him in return.

Legs swinging idly while waiting for Glitch to undress, Cain grinned as he wondered how long it would take for Glitch to notice that Cain’s pants and underwear were bunched up at his ankles, caught on top of his shoes. “You want to finish what you started here, sweetheart?” He asked the question with a deceptively patient voice, even while his own hands set to work on ridding himself of his button-down shirt.

Glitch grunted and sighed, kicking off his boots and socks and wiggling out of his own garments. He ignored his own upper torso and yanked Cain’s shoes off and then gently tickled his feet a moment, eyeing him, before pulling those overly used socks off too.

Tugging his foot out of Glitch’s wandering hands, Cain swallowed an undignified half-giggle and swung his leg around to kick Glitch in the bare ass. “Keep that up and I’ll let you finish this on your own,” he grumbled and used his hooked limb to pull Glitch against him again. Hand tucked between them, he wrapped both of their cocks in his palm and jerked his hips forward into the tight grip. The sound this action pulled from Glitch’s throat more than made up for the tickling.

Glitch shook wildly, knowing immediately this wasn’t gonna last as long as he hoped.. but it’d still be worth it. One hand gripped his back once again, the other took hold of the back of his head, fingers hiding in the thinned hairline. He opened his mouth and rasped out in a rather croaky voice against his cheek and ear “Y-You wouldn’t do that to me.. I know you wouldn’t...” He kissed his warm cheek and wiggled, urging him to continue.

Tracing his tongue around the shell of Glitch’s ear, Cain chuckled lightly. “Left pocket of my pants,” he said simply. He let his hands slide down Glitch’s back as Glitch leaned down without hesitation, checking the wrong pocket first then returning triumphantly with a familiar and well-used clear plastic bottle. “You always accuse me about being like a Boy Scout but do you ever thank me for it at times like this?”

“Fine, we’re e-even.. But you just wait until... next time.” He was trying to get it open while still leaning into Cain. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, realizing he was turning it wrong all along, and twisted the cap the right way. He didn’t like the stuff really. He just thought it was odd.. but hey, better safe than ending up achy and unable to walk a few hours. Another lecture from “Mr. Safety First” here.

Cain settled his hands over Glitch’s. “Relax,” he said softly, taking the oil. “Hold out your hand.” When Glitch presented one cupped set of fingers, Cain drizzled a generous amount of the liquid onto them. Setting the bottle aside after recapping it, Cain leaned back and pulled his legs up on the table, feet half hanging over the edge. “Just like always. No rush.” He shifted his hips up, taking his erection in his own hand and stroking it aimlessly, knowing it would distract Glitch enough to settle him down.

Glitch let out a deep sigh and tried not to think about it, just feel. He closed his eyes and knew what he had to do, but still acted like it was the first time, wrinkling up his nose and his forehead doing the same as he got to work with the liquid put in his own hands.

Releasing a deep breath through his nose and closing his eyes, Cain relaxed into Glitch’s timid yet somehow still knowledgable touch. After a few minutes and a couple deeper explorations, he knew he was ready enough. He reached down and stilled Glitch’s almost clinical preparations, pulling Glitch to half-lay over his body. “Come up here with me,” Cain urged, glad he had chosen a low table. He scooted back just a bit and with one hand, grabbed his discarded undershirt and slid it under his own ass.

Glitch, with the help of of Cain as always, pushed himself up and over, until he was right on top of his tin man. The urge to be more than on top of his body more intense than ever. He felt their hips and cocks slightly brush and arched immediately. His eyes slammed shut. “Cain.” He said in more or less a warning voice now, all nervousness gone. He was unsure if he could wait even two or three seconds more. Glitch opened his eyes quickly again to look down into the other man’s face, just wanting to meet eye to eye.

Reaching up to stroke the backs of his fingers against Glitch’s cheek, Cain smiled affectionately. “Love you,” he said simply, knowing that would be enough. It warmed his heart the way Glitch melted into him, tension leeching out of the tense body hovering over his own. After claiming the kiss he had earned with his declaration, he let his head fall back as Glitch ducked his head, focused on getting other parts into the action. Felt the first easy, careful presses of Glitch’s cock against him, in him just enough to tease and make Cain moan in frustration. He took advantage of his long reach, grabbed Glitch’s ass and pushed.

Glitch hissed and cursed under his breath and into Cain’s shoulder as he was pushed in more. The tip went in.. and Glitch got a wicked idea suddenly.. Oh yes. Against the hand still pushing on his rear, Glitch arched back to pull the tip out again. It stimulated them both and his body shook on top with the effort, as if he might fall any second on top of Cain. Teeth gritting, he went back in, a little bit more than the tip going in. He pulled out quickly before Cain could grab him again and push. He held back a smug look at Cain’s face, and finally froze a second, before slamming down, fingers digging into wood.

Biting his lip hard enough to bruise but without breaking the skin, Cain let the stunned groan die in his throat. “Yeah,” he managed to keep his voice mostly steady. Not giving Glitch the satisfaction of getting the upper hand, Cain drew his legs up and crossed his ankes in the small of Glitch’s back to give himself a better angle. Hands found their way into Glitch’s curls, the tiny metallic tink of a brushed zipper pull reaching his ears over the sound of Glitch’s shuddering sighs. He smiled up at Glitch’s flushed face, knowing his own matched it. “Perfect.”

Holding back a giggle of sorts at the tone of Cain’s always deep voice, Glitch slowly moved his slightly shaking hands to first grip his arms, then his middle between his chest and stomach, and finally he managed to move his hands down to Cain’s strong hips, getting as firm a grip he could with his smaller hands. “Okay..” He warned again and slammed in, almost having an odd rhythm to the way he did it. After the slam, Glitch would thrust more easily, like stroking Cain from the inside. He’d do it about three times before another full blown slam into his Tin Man. His head lowered to nuzzle in and nibble on his thick neck, hoping to make a few marks.

Cain took every thrust, every stroke and kiss with an edge of frantic need, sending shivers of pleasure thoughout his body. Glitch could always bring him to this level with so little effort, at an embarrassing speed. Meeting each thrust with a solid push of his own, he grunted louder and higher as he felt the first flutterings of release starting in his stomach. “Close,” he warned through gritted teeth, licking the sweat from his lips and moaned in surprise when Glitch’s mouth joined with his.

Glitch didn’t think at all, now. He just did. With a perfect grind of his hips, he sent his own body violently trembling, and smiled in triumph against Cain’s mouth when he joined in, spilling between their bodies. Glitch pulled away to cradle Cain’s head in his hands and kiss breathlessly down his neck and over his adams apple before he let his body relax and his lungs take in air instead of living off of Cain’s own heat as if they were one person.

Fingers curled around the back of Glitch’s neck, Cain closed his eyes while he waited for his breathing to slow down. The heavy, limp weight on him was soothing and always welcome, especially in these far too infrequent moments of pure intimacy. Even if they could do this every hour of every day he would never get enough. A deep sigh caught in his chest and he slid his hand down the middle of Glitch’s back. “You’re heavy.”

Glitch softly giggled against his chest and it vibrated them both a little. He looked up into his face and gently stroked his reddened cheek. He looked ready to say something meaningful.. but then just said in return, “You’re sticky.” His voice mingled already with another giggle bubbling up. Must be the after-affect of sex and aged wine mixed together.

“Mmmhmm,” Cain agreed with a warm smile, hand trailing up and down absently. “That’s your fault. And that means it’s up to you to figure out how to get us back to our room either without looking like we just had sex somewhere illicite, or to find an empty route there.”

“Oh Ozma, Wyatt.” Glitch planted his forehead into Cain’s chest in defeat and sighed loudly. His face slightly hidden, he tried to collect his thoughts more and not give in to the instinct to sleep after such a workout. But neither of them expected what happened next. One minute the headcase was pouting and trying to think, then next his eyes were flooding with tears and his shoulders shaking. One thing crossing his mind and coming out verbally instead of keeping it in, locked up tight. “This might be our last time doing this together! Before--Before--Before the surgery and--and--and oh no... Why did I waste it in a wine cellar?!”

Cain held him tight, blinking back the rush of emotion. “When are you going to figure out that it doesn’t matter where we are, or who you turn out to be...the most important thing to remember is this is us, it’s about us and what we mean to each other,” he said in a tight voice, pressing a kiss to Glitch’s temple. “The surgery is going to be fine and even if I have to start calling you Ambrose instead of Glitch, I’ll still love you. You know?”

‘No you won’t, no you won’t. It won’t be the same at all.’ Glitch whimpered in his half a mind that was feeling like it was saying goodbye.. But he bit his lip, slightly bruised from mad kisses, and lowered his head. “I know.” He wanted to say more.. He wanted to know for sure that after it was all over, Wyatt Cain would still be all his. HIS. But how could he do that? He couldn’t see into the the future. And the only way of marking Cain as his was these little red marks he made, but went away in a day or two. He blinked up at Cain. “What... What would you think to wearing a sign that says “Property of Ambrose” around your neck after the surgery?” He asked with a straight face.

Unable to hold back a grin, Cain shook his head against the hard wood. “What am I, a billboard? Though I like your thinking,” he smirked. “What’s your favorite flower, one you could never forget no matter what?”

Glitch caught on quick. “A golden tiger lilly. They’re in season right now! And on sunny days they open up so much, you swear they’re really made of gold! Or at least the same kinda stuff the suns are made of..” He trailed off, eyebrows knitting in thought before he looked back at Cain, “They used to grow all around this very castle. Not sure if they still do now, but...if you think it’s worth a look see...” He was sitting up more on his side and leaned in slowly to put his forehead against Cain’s, looking into his icy eyes.

“When you wake up from your surgery, no matter how long it takes, I’ll be waiting with one in my hand,” Cain promised solumnly. “Even if I have to gather fresh ones when they wilt. What does that tell you, sweetheart?”

Glitch inhaled and exhaled as if literally trying to take this all in. “Wow..you must be one crazy Tin Man...” He kissed him firmly and took his sweet time pulling away. “I..I promise.” He looked thoughtful on how to describe it, “I promise I’ll...I’ll do my best every day after to remember that..that I..” His face was burning once again like a teenage boy confessing, “I love Wyatt Cain. Wyatt Cain. Wyatt...” He looked down, and then sighed and kissed him again quickly to compensate for his glitch.

“Like they say on the shampoo bottles, repeat as needed.” Cain bumped his nose against Glitch’s and earned himself a beautiful, thankful smile.

Fic: Brithday Breakfast

2008-08-28T02:08:38Z

Title: Birthday Breakfast
Author: avari_maethor
Summary: It’s Glitch’s birthday and Cain brings him breakfast in bed.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Cain/Glitch.
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Birthday Breakfast

Five years since they had saved the O.Z. Cain and Glitch still had trouble sleeping at night. Cain because nightmares of watching his family taken from him still haunted his dreams and Glitch because he could only seem to sleep for about two hours before getting up to wonder for an hour before returning to bed. Some nights they found comfort in each others arms and a peaceful sleep but more often than not they just found warmth after various nightmares.

The night before had been no different but now as the suns rose over the mountains something was different. Glitch was still in bed and Cain was up walking to their room, a tray of breakfast foods in his arms. Normally, and shockingly, Glitch was up before Cain ever thought of getting up but this morning he was still snoring when Cain snuck quietly out of their room and down to the kitchens.

Today was a special day. Glitch was turning thirty-five. Cain had overheard the Queen planning a dinner for him but he wanted to do something more private. That was how he had thought of the breakfast; it would be just himself and Glitch. The cooks had been a little surprised when he appeared in the kitchens that early but they had quickly prepared a tray of fresh fruits, eggs and a little warmed meat with tea for them both.

Cain entered the room as quietly as possible and smiled when he saw that Glitch was all sprawled out on the bed, his face still buried in the pillow. He set the tray down on the bedside table and leaned over trailing his fingers up Glitch’s spine. Glitch moaned softly into his pillow and wiggled to make the ticklish feeling stop.

“Come on Sweetheart, time to get up,” Cain said with a chuckle.

“Mmm… dun wanna,” Glitch mumbled.

“I brought breakfast.” Glitch’s head raised a little, just enough for a brown curl to fall into his eye.

“Breakfast?” Cain nodded.

“I think there are some apples, ah here,” Cain said picking one out and bringing it up to his lips. Glitch’s eyes followed the piece of fruit and he sat up licking his lips.

“Cain… you know I love apples…” Cain smiled.

“I know.”

“Please,” Glitch said holding his hand out. Cain shook his head and bit into half of the apple piece, Glitch pouted slightly then Cain leaned forward offering the other half of the piece. Glitch’s eyes widened and then he smiled. Leaning up he bit the other half humming happily as Cain kissed him. Glitch licked his lips when Cain pulled away. “Can we do that with every piece?”

“Sure.” Cain picked up another piece. “Just one thing first…”

“What?” Glitch questioned.

“Happy birthday sweetheart.”

Here in about two hours it will be my 21st b-day so I decided to write this as a small present for myself :P Enjoy!