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Bonus story: Songbirds
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I've actually spent a lot of time recently thinking about Jake and Fang's past. It started with my writing the bonus story of their first meeting, Gratitude, which is followed up by the 3-months later story Songbirds, which is in turn continued in the rather more smutty Songbirds Part 2.
What do you think of Jake/Fang's relationship (as friends or otherwise)?
Also, for those wimps *cougheSpyrecough* who can't read smut, I'm trying to make a non-smutty version of Part 2. Trying being the operative word. :D I can't figure out where to draw the line -- what's too smutty for wimps to read?
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Nothing below the waist? :D
Yeah I read something along the lines of 'grabbing' and 'cock' and I ran for the hills.
Normally I'd quote the line proper, but... ¬¬The internet, it's inspiring but equally distracting. -
Ha! Okay. Nothing below the waist it is (and minus a few nipple mentions, too). Here you go, edited version below. Too much? Too little?
Want me to do this for the other smutty stories too?
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Songbirds Part 2 - "cleaned up" version
They sat side by side in silence for a short while, savouring each other’s company. But there was no more rum left to drink, and if the slight cant of Jake’s head was any indication, they were both tired and needed sleep.
Fang went to hop off the table and clear away the glasses, but something stopped him, or more precisely, Jake’s hand around his wrist stopped him. Jake’s hand was cool, but his grip had a firmness to it that made Fang shudder inwardly.
He turned his head, a practiced smile on his lips. “I can’t clear the table with you holding on to me.”
“Let the table clear itself,” Jake said, the right corner of his mouth curling upwards. His eyes were half-closed, his lips slightly parted. Fang pushed down his sudden lust with stern efficiency; Jake was a natural flirt, and had no idea what effect he had on others. It was up to Fang to make sure nothing soured their friendship, and the thoughts running through his mind were definitely of the souring kind for a man who was a self-proclaimed lady killer.
Resolve hardened, Fang slid forward to the table edge and placed his feet against the floor. He stood up, then glanced significantly at Jake’s hand, still wrapped around his forearm. “Sometime today, perhaps?”
Jake hopped off the table as well, but didn’t let go. He smirked, wickedly. “Make me.” His coat was still half-off, his hair tousled, the white cotton of his sleeveless top stretched tight across his stomach.
“Could you release me?”
“You’ve got to ask me a hell of a lot more nicely than that.”
“Jake—!” But there was no arguing with him in this state. Fang could feel his patience wearing thin. “Let me go, please?”
“Nope,” Jake replied cheerfully, eyes sparkling. “You’ve got to beg for it.”
Was that an invitation, or was Jake simply messing around? Did he even know what effect he had on Fang? How would Jake react if Fang got on his knees then and there—. Fang cut off the line of thought, felt his smile slip a fraction. Without giving Jake any warning, he twisted his arm sharply, bearing his weight down on Jake’s thumb in one smooth movement, and pulled himself free.
Jake pouted. “Aw, you’re no fun.”
“I’m too tired for your games,” Fang snapped back, and only realized he had given himself away when Jake looked surprised. He smiled then, quickly, apologetically, half-shrugging. “I apologize. I’ve had a long day.”
“Stop apologizing all the time. It’s alright.”
“I’m so—.” Fang closed his mouth sheepishly. “I cannot promise it won’t happen again. It’s in my nature.”
Jake just studied him, unexpectedly solemn. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right? You’d tell me.”
“Don’t worry.” Fang took the glasses from the table, keeping his tone light. “For the moment I have filled my quota of running bleeding through the forest.”
“I’m not joking,” Jake replied with a scowl. He grabbed hold of Fang’s top, just under the collar, and pulled Fang towards him, so that their faces were mere inches apart. “You pull any more crazy shit like that, and I’ll beat you to death myself. Understood?”
This close, he could see Jake’s every individual eyelash. “Understood,” Fang said, his voice a lot less steady than he wanted it to be. Jake’s eyes were a stormy green, and his bottom lip had a little, irresistible dent in it, as if he’d bitten it hard.
“You’re shivering.” Jake frowned. “Are you cold?”
“No, I’m fine. I’m perfectly alright.” He was, after all, exactly where his body and heart wanted him to be: inches from Jake, so close he could swear their hearts were beating in synch. Just the feel of Jake’s hand against his chest was making him blush. It was taking all of his self-control not to lean forward those last few inches, not to place his lips against Jake’s.
Jake loosened his grip. “Don’t think that I don’t know you, Fang. You’re the type to say you’re fine even when you’re not.”
“I am fine,” Fang repeated, because he didn’t know what else to say.
Jake stared at him, searching his face to see whether he was telling the truth. Fang could hardly return his gaze, though, for Jake had begun, rather absentmindedly, to stroke Fang’s collarbone with his thumb, back and forth, back and forth, the movement making the pulse in his neck jump.
“Jake,” he said. His voice came out husky, and just before he ducked his head down to hide his embarrassment he saw the dawning realization in Jake’s eyes, the sudden understanding…. Fang braced himself for Jake’s reaction.
For one, long heartbeat, neither of them moved. Fang didn’t dare look up, but he could feel the tenseness in Jake’s fingers from where they pressed against his skin. He licked his lips nervously, and finally found the courage to peer upwards through his lashes. The expression on Jake’s face made him bite his lip in fear.
“Fuck,” Jake said, and with no other warning he pulled Fang forward those last few inches and kissed him.
Jake tasted of cigarettes and rum, so much rum, and at the back of Fang’s mind was a trickle of worry that he was taking advantage of the situation. But the thought was quickly lost in the heat of Jake’s breath against his cheek, and then the sudden warm wetness of teeth and tongue against his ear. Fang shuddered, whimpered, tried to speak but couldn’t get even one word past his lips.
He barely noticed when Jake changed their positions, turning them slowly on the spot until he was the one trapped against the table. The wood dug into the back of his thighs but he didn’t mind the discomfort, so focused was he on the feel of Jake’s chest pressed against his own, on the strong hands running up and down his back as he clutched onto Jake’s leather jacket.
Jake leant forward, pushing against Fang; it took him a second to realize what Jake wanted and sink back down onto the table top.
“Jake—,” he began, but Jake shushed him, seemed to read his mind. He peeled off his jacket, threw it onto the ground. His top quickly followed suit, then in one practiced move, he’d pushed off Fang’s top as well.
“Very smooth,” Fang said with a wry smile, but his amusement was cut short when Jake closed the distance between them. In the faint moonlight streaming in through the kitchen window, Jake looked wiry and dangerous, the muscles in his arms tense as he held Fang down, his eyes dark. The sight sent a thrill of mixed fear and anticipation through Fang’s stomach; he swallowed nervously and looked away from Jake’s face, following the curves of skin downwards. Jake’s chest was mostly smooth, but there was a pale line of dark hair that started just beneath his belly button and traced a tantalizing line downwards, disappearing into the band of his trousers.
Fang couldn’t resist the sight of so much bare flesh. He’d seen it all before, of course; Jake was hardly modest when it came to his own body, but never had it been his to touch. Even now, Fang hesitated to reach up, and had to check Jake’s expression as he lightly placed his hands against the other wolf’s hips. He couldn’t help but feel even more nervous, then, and he felt, all of a sudden, incredibly awkward.
Jake eased back away from him, the predatory look in his eyes fading. For a second Fang thought he was going to leave, but no, he was just pulling both of them more securely onto the tabletop. Jake lay down on his side next to Fang, the look in Jake's eyes reassuring him that Jake wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
“Touch me,” Jake said, so he did, tracing a line across Jake's skin.
Fang then stopped, a little embarrassed. “I… I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted.
Jake’s voice was a low growl. “You can keep doing that.”
Emboldened, Fang ran a hand down Jake’s chest. He leaned closer, placed a kiss against Jake’s shoulder, then licked a small patch of skin, savouring the salty taste. More. He wanted more. Fang pressed himself against Jake, ran his hands up and down the smooth counters of Jake’s back. But something was wrong. Jake wasn’t responding, wasn’t moving. His body was entirely tense beneath Fang’s touch, and his lips were pressed together in a hard line. He didn’t like it. Disappointed, Fang pulled away, and opened his mouth to apologize. “I’m so—.”
He’d barely started speaking when Jake burst into motion, closing the distance between them and kissing him once more. Jake pushed Fang back down flat onto the tabletop, lowering himself lightly down on top of Fang. Instinct kicked in: Fang tilted his head back, baring his neck, offering himself up to Jake.
“Fuck.” Jake pressed his face into Fang’s neck. His teeth found purchase in the skin of Fang’s neck, and every inch where their skin touched burned with a pleasurable heat.
Fang couldn’t say anything. He could hear whimpers, pants, took a moment to realize the sounds were coming from his own mouth. Judging from the trembling in Jake’s body, he didn’t seem to mind.
In an effort to steady himself, Fang brought his hands up and held onto Jake’s shoulders, but the feel of smooth skin and moving muscle only made things worse, and he whimpered louder than before, clutched Jake’s shoulders even harder.
“Shit!” Jake stiffened. “Your nails are sharp.”
Fang froze, horrified, and saw that his nails had changed to claws. He couldn’t change them back. What was he doing? This was all a bad idea. Jake was drunk, and he was verging on tipsy. He should have thought it through, stopped it before they’d gotten so far. But he was weak, and now that he thought about it Fang could feel the feral madness lurking just under the surface of his mind, begging for release, and it was this sensation that frightened him the most. He couldn’t afford to lose control.
He pushed against Jake’s chest to increase the distance between them. “Get off, Jake.”
Jake just smirked through his haze of alcohol. “I don’t mind a scratch or two.”
“I’m serious, Jake. We shouldn’t do this. It’s not safe.” He remembered the clearing filled with broken bodies, the incessant blood-thirst and rage, the feral madness sweeping through his body and taking control. He didn’t want to hurt Jake. He had to be strong.
Jake grabbed hold of his chin. “You’re not going to hurt me. I trust you.” He traced Fang’s bottom lip gently, and it was that gentleness that stopped Fang from pushing away. “Besides, if you’re that worried about it,” Jake then said, with great dignity, “I’ll just have to stop you from scratching me again.” And he grabbed both of Fang’s wrists and pinned them above Fang’s head, his solemn expression morphing into a sly smirk. “Now, where were we?”
Just this one time, Fang thought, and kissed Jake.
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Out of interest, which version do you think is 'better'? (I think I know which version you enjoyed more :D)
I was going to say I like this one more, but realised that well... duh.I find it strange that being called wimpy for not being able to read homosexual smut is emasculating.
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Haha. So wait -- you read the straight smut? You don't want me to de-smutify those posts?
I like the other version better because... Well it's the original. It felt weird to edit parts out, like I was being dishonest. I don't think much of the characterization was lost, but the scene feels a little less complete - Jake is a hedonist, crude and physical, driven by his needs... His actions are perhaps more indicative of his mindset than his words.
Also, I like smut. :-D
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Tbh, I don't really like straight smut either.
One of the things that put me off Addergoole.That said, I rather liked Tales of MU - when I kept up with it - maybe it was the naivete.
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But Addergoole is totally awesome... and much less of the smut makes it onscreen since I started helping with it, which I don't know if is a coincidence or not.
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I did say it was one of the reasons...
I may as well catch up with it though (i've got what, another 15 chapters?)
Problem is I kinda hate most of the characters... ¬¬ and once the strange love/hate I had with the series wore off, I stopped reading.Also, kinda gone off topic.
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Aw. I like Addergoole -- each to his own!
I shall post non-smutty versions of the other stories too, then. Happy now?
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Wait, how many smutty stories did you do? :P
All I can think of is the slightly horrifying one with Howl.
Mebbe I've just blocked the rest from memory. -
Boo, double posting, can't edit this long after.
Just wanted to add that I remembered about the rae/jake and al/vera ones. :| -
Yep! Jake gets all the action, haha!
Come on the one with Howl was more silly than anything....
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Yes it was silly, but horrifying none the less.
At least it doesn't have the phrase, 'toyed with his prostate' in it. God my friends read some awful crap, for kicks. :|
They of course read parts out loud. -
OMG JAKE AND FANG DID THIS?! AAAAHHHHHHH!!
I bet it's all Jake's fault! He's a pervert!
No man is lonely while eating spaghetti. -
OMG Howl! Get out of the forums! You might be scarred for life!
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Haha. I think Howl was bored. :-)
*coughIwascough*
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I was going to make a thread enquiring as to whether this was a troll or not, or if it was a move by you to increase forum activity by roleplaying your characters. :P
Or, of course, if you were bored. :D
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