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The first drabble is for Surreal13, who likes the idea of Arthur/Tristan.
Predator- Arthur/Tristan
Tristan moves like a cat. Sleek, quick, silent. Predatory. Every movement whispering fluid grace.
And Tristan is unpredictable.
It's a cold day, a grey day, an ordinary day, when Tristan slams Arthur up against a wall and forces a hungry kiss on him.
His Commander is unmanned, caught off his guard, begging for mercy, and yet terrified of receiving it. His body is too pliant beneath Tristan's hands, his breathing is too hitched, his moans are too needy.
Then Tristan steps back to survey his handiwork: Arthur against the wall, panting, wanton; bruised lips and red cheeks.
Tristan is pleased.
Unrequited- Gawain/Galahad, Lancelot/Gawain"I can't tell him," says Gawain.
"Can't you?" Lancelot asks. "Why not?"
"He'd hate me."
"Would he?"
"That's typical of you," Gawain snorts. "Always talking in questions and never in answers."
Lancelot forces himself to grin, even as his heart is breaking. "Do I?"
"Ugh." Gawain storms off, hoping for a fight, his long golden hair trailing behind and his eyes blazing; his body pulsing with anger.
"Galahad's a fool," Lancelot says to himself - under his breath - with a touch of wistfulness in his voice. "If only…" Lancelot's voice trails off.
Since when was he in love with Gawain anyway?