Jaws

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Title: Jaws
Fandom: apurgatorium, Gundam 00
Rating: PG-13
Notes: ...Hallelujah is Hallelujah. Again.



Dun dun.

Dun dun.

What was that centuries old horrible shark movie that Lockon had found in a library and insisted Alle watch with him one day just to make fun of it? He couldn't remember the name, but he remembered the music. Sort of.

Dun dun.

He was a predator searching for his prey, tipped off by the scent of blood; this time it wasn't really physical blood, though. Metaphorical. Right. That was the word. Words could be blood. And Lyle Dylandy had just metaphorically bled himself all over the place, so really, it was his own fault. Like any other creature, a shark needed to feed. Why pass up on such a feast when it was offered so readily? He had even asked for it, after all.

Dun dun, dun dun.

By now, Lyle had a general daily routine, so he knew just where to find him. Sitting on the couch with Neil beside him, playing with him as he prayed that the dog didn't pee on him for the second or third time that day. Poking a head into the living room, his suspicions were confirmed—he saw the back of a head with long, wavy brunette hair (and he knew Lockon was still asleep after a rather interesting late night involving a nurse's outfit and women's underwear, so there wasn't going to be a case of mistaken identity).

Dun dun, dun dun, dun dun, dun dun...

Though not trained in the art of stealth, he knew the room well enough after a year to be able to avoid every creaky floorboard, silently making his way over to the couch. He could smell the 'blood' even more now (now it wasn't words, but just...something he couldn't put a word to, something animalistic, probably), and couldn't and didn't fight the grin spreading across his own features.

Dundundundundundundundun—

The older Meister yet out a yelp and immediately began struggling when he felt arms suddenly wrap around him from behind, pinning him to the couch. Set up for the kill. Hallelujah considered saying something, maybe a cheesy one-liner, but figured he just wanted to get to the point. He leaned in, teeth sinking into the man's neck as Lyle shouted in protest again and struggled more (not that it mattered, being a supersoldier and a year of constant physical training gave Halle too much an advantage over a mere little newbie pilot).

Oh, right, he wasn't just going for the bitemarks this time, was he? He took it easy with his teeth, but immediately began licking, kissing, and sucking at the skin, relentlessly attacking a single spot. Under him, he felt Lyle slowly stop struggling, apparently giving up and resigning himself to his fate. He laughed into his neck.

It was about a minute before Hallelujah pulled away. He let go of him, pulling back to observe his handiwork. There was a very attractive looking purple-ish splotch on Lyle's neck, strategically placed in the most visible spot he could manage. Beautiful. Beautiful, and his.

Lyle craned his neck to look back at him, groaning as he rubbed gingerly at the spot. For now, Hallelujah ignored the mutterings of 'you bastard' and the like, content to give his prey an affectionate little ruffle of hair before he headed out of the room. Oh, of course he wanted more than this, but he was a patient man. The shark had gotten his first bite, but it'd be returning for the whole dish soon enough.