Longing.
A/N: Hey all, I know it's been a while since I've done ANYTHING on here, and I was just browsing on muse bunnies when I found this prompt and decided to try it out.
He couldn't help it. Honestly, he couldn't.
Jonathan Crane rested his arms behind his head and leaned back against the head board of his bed, staring down at the slumbering mad hatter beside him.
He wondered if it was just because he was such an easy target, or if it was the cause of some primal need to corrupt the innocent. Whatever the reason, it was making Jonathan squirm in anticipation. He absent-mindedly fiddled with a canister of fear toxin with his left hand, while his right hand ghosted over Jervis' face. The man shifted slightly, crinkled his nose, and then settled back into a deep sleep.
Jonathan stared at the clock. 11:30 AM. No one would hear them...
he mused that his hands seemed to be showing both sides of his currently conflicting personality, one hand had placed his thumb over the nozzle of the toxin canister, while the other thumb was currently gently brushing over the smaller mans lips.
Ahhhh... Decisions, decisions... he mused, stretching his long legs out in front of him.
Jonathan couldn't help smirking at the acknowledgment that one way or another, the outcome of the evening would please him. It would either end in both of them falling asleep after a moment of explosive passion, or Jervis passing out from one too many moments of mind shattering terror, followed by Jonathan blissfully drifting off to sleep next to his shaking body.
Both were good.
After a few long minutes of silent contemplation, Jonathan decided that a little bone – chilling terror was the right way to end his day. He glanced over at Jervis and wondered what to do first. He wanted his latest subject to be awake when the fun started, he wanted to see the realization, the panic- the fear in the man's eyes.
He thought about just shoving his shoulder, and then starting his experiment, but then figured that it would be more fun to lull him into a false sense of security. It made the shock to come so much more enjoyable.
Jonathan smirked and shifted so that he was straddling Jervis' hips, looming over the still sleeping man. He leaned forward and gently placed his lips against the others, one hand still clutching the canister.
Jervis gasped softly and moaned, shifting his hips slightly. The small movement caused a comforting heat to pool in Jonathan's stomach, momentarily distracting him from his task. He trailed his mouth downwards and bit down on the soft flesh of Jervis' neck, causing the smaller man to groan and tangle his hand in Jonathan's thick mess of red hair.
Jervis took his free hand and slid it up Jonathan's shirt, gently caressing the sensitive skin of his chest. Jonathan bit his lip and stifled a gasp. Pulling himself back up, he crashed their lips together again, slowly loosing himself in the sensations. Before he could figure out what happened, his hands relaxed and the canister slipped out, rolling over and falling over the side of the bed with a loud metallic clanging noise.
Jervis froze for a moment and looked up at Jonathan with furrowed eyebrows, his eyes still clouded with lust.
"What was that?" he asked, his voice quiet and slightly breathy. Jonathan paused for a moment, wondering if he could ruin this moment.
"Nothing..." He whispered against the smaller male's lips, capturing them in another fiery kiss. "Nothing at all..."
Oh well... Scarecrow thought, agitated at his failure.
There's always tomorrow night...
A/N: XDD It feels good to write this pairing again, I hope you guys can enjoy this little bit of spicy fluff while I try and work on some of my actual stories. Reviews are wanted and needed to help kick my muses ass into gear.