The importance of protection part 1/?
Fill from the WtNV kink meme.
Prompt:So Carlos and Cecil finally decide that the next dates the one, they're finally going to go to bed with each other, and decide they want to be safe.
Cue Carlos's confusion when he turns up to find a strange ritual set up involving cucumbers and a deidric artifact, or a single baby's sock under the pillow, and his inevitable disbelief at a lack of any actual condoms or lube
Sorry, it seems like I can't write a quick ficlet for my life. Bear with me please, it will be finished in three or four more parts!
By the way this is also posted on the Liverjournal WtNV kink meme!
"Goodnight, Night Vale. Good night."
Cecil put his headphones off and turned off the microphone. He could barely contain himself. After all this was The Night. Carlos (dear, sweet, perfect Carlos) has texted him that morning, asking him if could come over to his place 'for personal reasons'. Finally, his love was ready to commence with the bonding ritual.
Though, he wasn't sure Carlos was aware of the regulations the City council had to put down after the last springtime orgy/bloodbath. Speaking of which, he needed to hurry to get to the Green Market. Supplies don't get themselves, after all ~.
'Tonight has to be perfect' sighed Cecil dreamily to himself, as he hurried across the Radio's parking lot.
An hour later found Cecil quietly panicking over just what to wear for such a joyous considered his furry pants, but decided against repeating himself. If things go well, he will have plenty of time to be boring and predictable later, after all.
'Maybe I should go for something that reflects my love for beautiful, unique Carlos and his perfect hair.' mused Cecil, waving away The Faceless Woman Who Lived In His House. She was stubbornly insisting on a daringly cut, (though tastefully black) full-body bondage gear (and matching hood). Not that Cecil didn't welcome his housemate's help on most days, but this was an important night, and he wished to show his delightful Carlos how serious his intentions were without the all-consuming lust he would surely inspire in his future mate by wearing his play clothes.
In the end he decided to offer a minor sacrifice of rodent teeth to the Lesser God of Fashion. After he completed the ritual, he reached blindly into his closet, grabbing the first few clothes in his reach, as the God dictated.
Now clothed, he quickly set the table, lighting the thick black candle he usually used when sacrificing the tears of orphans( collected and supplied by the Sheriff's Secret Police) at hs bloodstone circle. He didn't have the time to personally slaughter the coyote, whose raw liver they needed to share (as per the City Council's newest list of rules and regulations about romantic dated and human sacrifices), but Old Woman Josie was most accomodating and happily offered him one just as he was leaving the market. She was such a motherly old lady!
Now, that everything was arranged for a perfect romantic night, Cecil needed to do only one, tiny thing, before Carlos arrived. Given that he was the host, performing the The Ritual was his duty (and he had a vague worry in the back of his mind, that lovely Carlos, while being a brilliant scientist, was somewhat...ignorant about the practical necessities of daily life. Why, the other day he asked him, looking completely baffled, why was he wearing a trenchcoat and footie pyjamas to work on every Wednesday!).
After carefully arranging the ingredients around him, he sloowly drew the ceremonial dagger across his wrist. His mouth opened slowly to start the first verse of the warding chant...
And it was in that moment when his doorbell rang.