Post by Shhasow on Mar 20, 2011 5:33:34 GMT 10
Title: Neal’s Big Adventure
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 329
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: Neal loves secrets, but this one is too much to handle. Rating for implied sex and one naughty word.
Neal liked to think of himself as a collector. A collector of skills, words, poetry, but most of all, secrets.
His love of knowing what no one else did had driven him years ago to learn how to read lips to spy on the University masters. Now he stole stealthily down the palace’s cold corridors, listening carefully for the whisper of hidden words, the padding of soft boots against stone that signaled secret meetings. Once he had even seen the Rider Commander Buri sneaking into Queen Thayet’s quarters. Now that had been a good night.
So he flitted from shadow to shadow, peered down hallways, dodged guards, until he arrived back at the squire quarters. It had been a quiet night, being the last before the Ordeals of the year, and Neal was vaguely disappointed that he hadn’t overheard anything incriminating about that bastard Joren.
Slightly put out, Neal entered his chambers and readied himself for bed. Just as he was falling asleep, rhythmic pounding sounded against the connecting wall to the squire next door, just barely audible.
Neal’s eyes popped wide open, and he quickly oriented himself. The other wall would be Yancen, so that meant this wall belonged to Zahir.
The Bazhir wasn’t his favorite person, much too haughty for Neal’s liking, but he was a more decent sort after he stopped hanging with Joren, therefore Neal was mildly pleased that the squire got some action before his Ordeal.
The pounding continued, and Neal was about to call out some pithy remark about ‘giving it to her good,’ when the a man’s low moan reverberated into his ear as if he were speaking right into the wall...
Wait, that wasn’t Zahir.
“Oh, Jon,” groaned another voice, echoing more distantly.
Neal tore off his covers and made a makeshift bed against Yancen’s wall. He was absolutely positive that he recognized both voices. The second had been Zahir, but the first.
Well, the first had been the King.
QC'd by inthefire
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 329
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: Neal loves secrets, but this one is too much to handle. Rating for implied sex and one naughty word.
Neal liked to think of himself as a collector. A collector of skills, words, poetry, but most of all, secrets.
His love of knowing what no one else did had driven him years ago to learn how to read lips to spy on the University masters. Now he stole stealthily down the palace’s cold corridors, listening carefully for the whisper of hidden words, the padding of soft boots against stone that signaled secret meetings. Once he had even seen the Rider Commander Buri sneaking into Queen Thayet’s quarters. Now that had been a good night.
So he flitted from shadow to shadow, peered down hallways, dodged guards, until he arrived back at the squire quarters. It had been a quiet night, being the last before the Ordeals of the year, and Neal was vaguely disappointed that he hadn’t overheard anything incriminating about that bastard Joren.
Slightly put out, Neal entered his chambers and readied himself for bed. Just as he was falling asleep, rhythmic pounding sounded against the connecting wall to the squire next door, just barely audible.
Neal’s eyes popped wide open, and he quickly oriented himself. The other wall would be Yancen, so that meant this wall belonged to Zahir.
The Bazhir wasn’t his favorite person, much too haughty for Neal’s liking, but he was a more decent sort after he stopped hanging with Joren, therefore Neal was mildly pleased that the squire got some action before his Ordeal.
The pounding continued, and Neal was about to call out some pithy remark about ‘giving it to her good,’ when the a man’s low moan reverberated into his ear as if he were speaking right into the wall...
Wait, that wasn’t Zahir.
“Oh, Jon,” groaned another voice, echoing more distantly.
Neal tore off his covers and made a makeshift bed against Yancen’s wall. He was absolutely positive that he recognized both voices. The second had been Zahir, but the first.
Well, the first had been the King.
QC'd by inthefire