Sleepless Nights

Title: Sleepless Nights
by Haylz

Story Notes

Characters: Ulaume & Flick

Rating: R

Spoilers: This takes place during The Wraiths of Will and Pleasure so if you haven’t read that – DO IT! then it would be kinda spoilery.

Summary: Ulaume is struggling with Flick’s secret and how it is affecting them.

Disclaimer: The lovely Wraeththu world and it’s inhabitants all belong to Storm Constantine, I own nothing.

Author’s note: This is for enelya_telrunya because I promised her Flick/Ulaume fic (and I promised fluff so that will have to come later), and for emseviltwin because she needs some cheering up. It’s not really a cheery fic mind you, just some waffle using poor Ulaume as the source. He doesn’t get nearly enough fic and so what do I do? Torture him. 😛

And yes I usually do NC17, but for some reason I couldn’t with this, I just didn’t think it suited the mood.

Sleepless Nights

Ulaume couldn’t sleep. Sheets twisted beneath his body as he rolled over, creating an uncomfortable bunching that just irritated him even more. With a big sigh, he glanced over at his chesnari.

Flick appeared to be sleeping, and Ulaume couldn’t help but feel a little bitter at the fact, seeing as how Flick was the reason he couldn’t doze off.

For too long now the dark haired har who had charmed Ulaume’s heart had closed himself off from everyhar, and it hurt Ulaume more than he cared to admit. He did have his pride afterall, and he felt foolish that a har like Flick could come and strip that away from him so easily.

Everything had seemed fine for awhile, Flick had told Ulaume that he loved him, and Ulaume had no reason not to believe it. Now however, he spent most of his days (and nights) racking his brain to think of anything he might have done to cause Flick to retreat in such a way. The thing was, he didn’t think he had done anything to upset his chesnari, and that troubled him even more. The fact that he could see no way to help Flick through whatever it was that tormented him was killing Ulaume, and Flick hadn’t helped by shying away from any attempts his chesnari had made to draw him out.

Remembering the comfort he used to feel when Flick would hold him close in bed as they both drifted off to sleep, Ulaume looked sadly at the space between them now; less than an arm’s reach away, Flick may as well have been on the other side of the world.

Ulaume used to find peace in watching his chesnari sleep, now he realized it only brought him pain.

He sat up wearily; his body ached from the lack of proper rest, and his heart ached from the loss of something else.

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Not Too Short

Not Too Short
by Em

Characters: Pellaz, Cal, Flick

Rating: G(!)

Summary: Cal decides it is time for a haircut.

Spoilers: None really but set while Cal and Pellaz are in Saltrock so perhaps Enchantments if you’re really fussy.

Disclaimer: Characters and the world they inhabit belong to Storm Constantine, I am simply trying to pass the time in a boring afternoon.

Unbeta-d so any mistakes are my own. Apologies in advance!

Not Too Short

When Pellaz and Cal first met, Cal’s blond hair hung down to his shoulders and bright strands slipped out of the ponytail he would tie it up in. After his inception, Pellaz would stroke his fingers through the long locks, mourning his own dark hair which had been sacrificed. The loss of his hair was still a sore point with Pell and in the rare event that Cal would tease him about his new hair style Pellaz would bristle and never fail to react.

“You’re vain, Pellaz,” Cal would tell him.

With one hand covering the shorn side of his head Pellaz would glare. “So what? My hair used to be beautiful!”

“And you’re learning to release modesty!” Cal chuckled. “I’m sorry, Pell. Look, it’s growing back.”

It was growing back, but Pellaz still found his new hairstyle hard to deal with. The hair at the sides, while no longer short and bristly still had to be tied or clipped back, less it constantly fall in his face. His ponytail still hung long and smooth down his back, however. He had ignored Cal’s suggestion to cut it all off to one even length. Parting with some of his hair had been traumatic enough!

Flick told him to get over it, he had never understood Pellaz’s stubborn insistence on growing his hair back. In contrast to Pellaz, who wanted his hair to grow back as quickly as possible, Flick had retained the style forced upon him during inception. He routinely shaved the sides of his head, an act that had Pellaz shuddering with disgust but unable to look away.

“I like it,” Flick shrugged. “It’s easier this way. Don’t even have to tie it up to keep it out of the way!”

So when Cal announced one evening that he wanted to cut his hair Pellaz reacted with outrage.

“No!” he cried. “Why would you do that?”

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What Haunts Us

What Haunts Us
by Em

Story Notes

Characters: Pellaz/Cal

Spoilers: Enchantments

Summary: Post Saltrock angst. Pellaz asks Cal about his life growing up, which I took some liberties with, I must admit. Pellaz POV.

Rating: hmmm… R

Disclaimer: Characters and the world they inhabit belong to Storm Constantine.Post Saltrock angst. Pellaz asks Cal about his life growing up, which I took some liberties with, I must admit. Pellaz POV.

What Haunts Us

The nights were cold but it was warm enough inside our small tent with our limbs entwined and the heat from the dying fire outside seeping through the canvas walls. Cal lay beside me with his arms pillowing his head. I could barely make out his features in the dark but I knew he was awake, even if he was pretending to be asleep. I shifted to face him, resting my cheek on his bent arm and touched his chest. He didn’t move.

“Cal…”

“Hmmm?”

“Tell me about your family,” I said carefully. I was curious to learn about Cal’s past. Well, to learn anything about him really. I was a sponge ready to soak up everything and anything he told me. Unfortunately, he never told me enough for my liking.

“I don’t have a family,” Cal sighed. “You’re my family, I guess.”

I pushed on. “No, no. Your human family. Tell me about your life before you were Wraeththu.”

Cal paused and I felt him stiffen ever so slightly beneath me. I caressed his chest lightly with my fingers hoping to relax him. Cal was like a wary cat on nights like this and broaching this sort of subject left me never knowing when he might bristle and bolt. He exhaled heavily and I could picture his face creasing in a frown.

“What do you want to know?” he finally asked.

I was bursting with questions. I wriggled up and leant over him. “Where did you live? What were your parents like? Did you have brothers…. sisters? How did you meet Seel? What was it like being in the city?”

Cal laughed a little and held up his hand in surrender, pushing my shoulders back lightly. “Hang on! I can only answer one at a time.” His hand covered mine on his chest. “I forget you’re just a simple farm boy. Never been to the big city…!”

I pinched his skin beneath my fingers.

“Ok! Ok… If I’d known you were going to be this demanding, perhaps I would have left you on that farm,” but he pulled his other arm from behind his head and wrapped it around my shoulder, pulling me tight against him.

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What We Are

What We Are
by Em

Story Notes

Rating R – NC17

Pairing Pellaz/Cal

Summary Cal tries to find his own space in Phaonica

Spoilers Set after the first trilogy, so everything up to and including Fulfilments.

Disclaimer All characters and the world they inhabit belong to Storm Constantine. I’m simply playing with them.

What We Are

The room was dim and still as Cal padded silently towards the bathroom to wash. He left Pellaz sleeping soundly in the bed, the sheets and his hair tangled around him. Cal glanced back at the still form behind him before quietly slipping through the door of Pellaz’s bathroom and closing it behind him.

The room he entered was immense and Cal was still slightly in awe of it every time he came in here. Obviously the Gelaming liked their luxury. The room was divided by white columns and was tiled in cool blues and greens. A huge bath, the size of a decent swimming pool was in the center of the room, accessible by a gentle slope which led into its depths. The pool steamed, and the water was rich and inviting. Pellaz’s servants ensured it was ready for use whenever the Tigron might desire it. At the far end of the pool was a high lip from which at the flick of a lever water would spill in a waterfall to rinse off with. It was a far cry from the streams and pools Cal and Pellaz had bathed in when they traveled through Megalithica together.

But then, they were both a far way from Megalithica now.

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