Casey/Zeke vignette
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layne67This little vignette is a follow-up of Red, one of eight Borderlines-inspired drabbles written by Liz H![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lisabellex. Her sexy drabble has got me thinking of what Zeke’s reaction might be if he saw Casey wearing the same robe. I would like to thank the wonderful vshendria for her generous permission to use her Borderlines!Casey/Zeke characters and the equally wonderful lisabellex for her go-ahead to use that very sexy red robe in this little story of mine.
Title : Red 2
Rating : R
Pairing : Casey/Zeke
Summary : Zeke sees red.
Beta :lisabellex. Thank you so much for everything . You are beautiful.
A/N: Borderlines!Casey/Zeke and Roy belong tovshendria and the original Red belongs to lisabellex. The phrase Art Made Flesh belongs to _grievousangel. Zeke here has nicked it from Houseparty!Viggo.
RED
Casey’s wearing red silk. It’s a robe… a brief, flimsy affair designed with a woman’s body in mind. Roy purchased it with Casey’s body in mind.
Now the robe has slipped open and Roy is staring.
Casey’s absorbed in his handiwork. He carefully spreads his toes and lifts the brush once more to paint red liquid beauty onto short, boyish toenails.
He sighs. He’s found contentment. The serene smile on his face mirrors an inner tranquillity. He’s fully immersed… temporarily disconnected from an unkind world… happy and safe in this perfect moment.
“Red becomes you, Casey Connor,” Roy murmurs quietly.
RED 2
Another time. Another place
Zeke enters the bedroom and stops short. His eyes widen. He can’t believe what he is seeing.
Casey…
Lying propped up on their bed, his eyes closed.
Wearing nothing but the flimsiest of robe. A silk robe that was clearly made for a woman’s body; a blood-red robe that contrasts deeply with his satin-smooth, creamy pale skin. It’s buttoned-up, but it’s opened at the throat, exposing the purpling bruise that Zeke has put there the night before. A robe so sheer and clinging that Casey couldn’t have looked any sexier naked.
Art-made-flesh, the thought comes unbidden to Zeke’s mind and he feels himself growing hard.
Time seems to stand still.
Zeke doesn’t say anything, but Casey twitches and stirs. Perhaps Casey can hear his heart beating loudly and arrhythmically against his ribcage, and the harsh, uneven sound of his breathing.
Casey opens his eyes slowly and looks up uncertainly at Zeke. He sees Zeke’s expression tighten.
“Zeke?” Casey’s voice quivers.
“Where did you get that, that thing you’re wearing?” Zeke asks quietly.
“It’s, it’s mine,” Casey stammers, his eyes round. “Roy b-bought it for me”.
It takes only two strides for Zeke to reach Casey. Shaking, he reaches out and grabs a fistful of silk chiffon. He doesn’t mean to rip the robe, he really doesn’t but that’s exactly what happens. The thin fabric tears with a sickening sound.
For a moment, they just stare at each other. Zeke looks appalled while Casey looks plain frightened as he shrinks back into his pillows.
“You are going to get rid of this,” Zeke enunciates slowly and carefully, trying to control his shaking, “and you are never ever gonna wear anything that shithead bought for you ever again. Do you understand? You know what this makes you look like?” He pauses, then continues without waiting for an answer. ” It makes you look like a – “ Zeke stops himself, horrified at what he is just about to say.
“Go on, s-say it,” Casey’s eyes have started to fill up with tears. He looks devastated. “It makes me look like a, a s-slut. That’s what you were going to say, weren’t you?”
Zeke lets his breath out slowly and releases his hold on the robe.
He turns and leaves the room without another word.
lisabellex. Her sexy drabble has got me thinking of what Zeke’s reaction might be if he saw Casey wearing the same robe. I would like to thank the wonderful vshendria for her generous permission to use her Borderlines!Casey/Zeke characters and the equally wonderful lisabellex for her go-ahead to use that very sexy red robe in this little story of mine. Title : Red 2
Rating : R
Pairing : Casey/Zeke
Summary : Zeke sees red.
Beta :
lisabellex. Thank you so much for everything . You are beautiful.A/N: Borderlines!Casey/Zeke and Roy belong to
vshendria and the original Red belongs to lisabellex. The phrase Art Made Flesh belongs to _grievousangel. Zeke here has nicked it from Houseparty!Viggo.RED
Casey’s wearing red silk. It’s a robe… a brief, flimsy affair designed with a woman’s body in mind. Roy purchased it with Casey’s body in mind.
Now the robe has slipped open and Roy is staring.
Casey’s absorbed in his handiwork. He carefully spreads his toes and lifts the brush once more to paint red liquid beauty onto short, boyish toenails.
He sighs. He’s found contentment. The serene smile on his face mirrors an inner tranquillity. He’s fully immersed… temporarily disconnected from an unkind world… happy and safe in this perfect moment.
“Red becomes you, Casey Connor,” Roy murmurs quietly.
RED 2
Another time. Another place
Zeke enters the bedroom and stops short. His eyes widen. He can’t believe what he is seeing.
Casey…
Lying propped up on their bed, his eyes closed.
Wearing nothing but the flimsiest of robe. A silk robe that was clearly made for a woman’s body; a blood-red robe that contrasts deeply with his satin-smooth, creamy pale skin. It’s buttoned-up, but it’s opened at the throat, exposing the purpling bruise that Zeke has put there the night before. A robe so sheer and clinging that Casey couldn’t have looked any sexier naked.
Art-made-flesh, the thought comes unbidden to Zeke’s mind and he feels himself growing hard.
Time seems to stand still.
Zeke doesn’t say anything, but Casey twitches and stirs. Perhaps Casey can hear his heart beating loudly and arrhythmically against his ribcage, and the harsh, uneven sound of his breathing.
Casey opens his eyes slowly and looks up uncertainly at Zeke. He sees Zeke’s expression tighten.
“Zeke?” Casey’s voice quivers.
“Where did you get that, that thing you’re wearing?” Zeke asks quietly.
“It’s, it’s mine,” Casey stammers, his eyes round. “Roy b-bought it for me”.
It takes only two strides for Zeke to reach Casey. Shaking, he reaches out and grabs a fistful of silk chiffon. He doesn’t mean to rip the robe, he really doesn’t but that’s exactly what happens. The thin fabric tears with a sickening sound.
For a moment, they just stare at each other. Zeke looks appalled while Casey looks plain frightened as he shrinks back into his pillows.
“You are going to get rid of this,” Zeke enunciates slowly and carefully, trying to control his shaking, “and you are never ever gonna wear anything that shithead bought for you ever again. Do you understand? You know what this makes you look like?” He pauses, then continues without waiting for an answer. ” It makes you look like a – “ Zeke stops himself, horrified at what he is just about to say.
“Go on, s-say it,” Casey’s eyes have started to fill up with tears. He looks devastated. “It makes me look like a, a s-slut. That’s what you were going to say, weren’t you?”
Zeke lets his breath out slowly and releases his hold on the robe.
He turns and leaves the room without another word.
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Date: 2005-06-13 03:01 am (UTC)