A drabble. Not meant to be perfect and lovely. It's definitely not my best, but I needed to post it. XD
Most of the dialogue is taken from "Shh" by Frou Frou. I just did the first few verses 'cause they're what inspired me. :D GeldoblameVerus stuff. It's totally cannon shut up. I had fun writing Geldoblame- he's like an excited girl. XD
I was originally gonna write it so that you'd get that Geldoblame was super into their little affair and Verus was just in it for a booty call, but I got distracted. :B
The sunlight tickled his face and willed him to wake. He did, blinking sleepily with sun in his eyes, stretching bare arms from beneath white sheets. He wondered where he was. Then he remembered when he saw a gruff, bearded man dressing a few feet away. A terrible, delighted smile snuck onto his face as he lay there, watching the man. Propping his red head on his fist, Geldoblame felt positively scandalous, and he was loving it. So it really had happened, it hadn't been a dream; he really was laying in Questor Verus' bed, in his chambers at the crack of dawn. And naked, he then realized.
Oh but it couldn't end yet. Geldoblame knew Verus was getting ready to leave and work. He was, after all, going to be the next Emperor soon as Olgan dropped dead. He had work to do, a country to serve. But Geldoblame was feeling selfish and wanted to keep Verus to himself, if not just for a little longer. Gracefully he slid out of the bed, stealing away the sheets and wrapping them around himself. He practically tip-toed to the door, making sure it was closed tight.
"Darling, what are you doing?" Verus asked in a voice so deep and sweet Geldoblame couldn't take it. He turned from the door, still smiling devilishly, and strode to the bearded man whose shirt was only half buttoned. Without a word Geldoblame snaked his arms around Verus' neck, pulling his face close with a quick, tantalizing kiss. "We don't have time for this…" The Questor said unconvincingly. Geldoblame, with his sly smile, kissed him again and the older man laughed, almost incredulous, as if to say I sure do put up a lousy fight. "You're crazy…" The Questor decided, smiling dangerously.
"Crazy?" Geldoblame looked up at him accusingly with his head tilted to the side, eyes dancing with amusement. "What are you, then?" Verus didn't respond, but let his white-draped lover lead him back to the mussed up bed. He was truly a vision in the sunlight- his red hair messy and aglow with morning light with pale, pale skin that drew his eyes like a flame does a moth. "Give me an hour, and I'll give your dreams." Geldoblame tempted, whispering in the grizzled man's ear.
An hour? Verus had an hour, surely. And if he didn't, he'd make time.
Holy shitty endings, batman. Wow. Talk about uninspired. XD
Fun fact- I read somewhere that "Shh" was written about an alien abduction. :l That is all.