Soma/Agni ficcage (Prompt #18)
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kiramaru7Title: Let’s dance
Author: kira
Characters: Soma/Agni
Rating: OT
Words: 1448
Prompt: Shake That Thing
Summary: Soma and Agni talk about life, love and the art of dancing…
Author’s note: Based on Casper-san’s Citrus table…
“It’s so quiet now that my little friend Ciel and Miss Elizabeth have gone.” Soma sighed as he watched the traffic go by on the street. He coughed, muttering something about a “stupid cold making him oversleep” under his breath.
“I believe they only came to London to see the play we went to last night in celebration of Miss Elizabeth’s birthday.” Agni poured him a cup of tea.
“That was fun! I’m glad I felt well enough to go.” The young Bengali prince coughed. He scooted around in the window seat and took the proffered cup. He sipped his tea and smiled. “Assam.”
“Yes, I thought you would enjoy that, since you are not feeling well, and I also have a plate of those biscuits Miss Elizabeth likes. She said she hopes they will help you get over your cold.”
Soma nodded. “Did you give her the jellabies?”
“Yes, my prince. Miss Elizabeth was delighted to get them and she told me to tell you that next time she is visiting London, she would like it very much if you would teach her another folk dance.” Although, I wish you had not have pushed yourself so hard as you made yourself sicker than you should have been…Still you had fun and so did Miss Elizabeth… Master Ciel was another story… Agni mentally sighed at the memory.
“Really?” Soma smiled happily.
“Yes, my prince.”
The seventeen year old set his teacup down and getting up, he hummed softly as he swayed gently from side to side. “Should I teach her this one?” he said impishly. Standing with his feet shoulder width apart, Soma lifted his left heel off the floor, shaking his hips. “Remember that half-naked girl in the bazaar?” Soma coughed a few times as he tried to laugh.
Agni chuckled. “How could I forget?”
“I shall teach Miss Elizabeth what I remember of her dance as part of my present to them for their wedding.”
“Master Ciel would like that very much, although, I do not think he would appreciate how she acquired that knowledge. But enough dancing for you, you have a cold; you do not wish to make it worse, do you?”
“No… I missed so much fun, not being able to get up out of bed… At least I got to see the play as well as spend the afternoon with Miss Elizabeth while Ciel was doing whatever he does. A pity I missed seeing them off.” Soma sighed. “But I did like the kheer you made me this morning for breakfast.”
“That was not kheer; that was something Mister Sebastian called, ‘rice pudding.’”
“You sure? It tasted just like it.”
Agni nodded. “Perhaps it is some English version of it.”
“Perhaps. All I know is it soothed my sore throat and made me feel good inside.” Soma turn away from his servant and shook his hips. “And it helped me get my strength back.” He coughed.
“Yes, now sit before tire yourself out,” Agni said as visions of his beloved dressed in the sheerest of gauzy lungi, the sarong-like garment enhancing his charms rather that concealing, danced in his head. He briefly closed his eyes, while taking a deep calming breath, something not lost on the prince.
“You want me to dance for you, Agni?”
“I would like that, my prince, but only when you are completely well. I do not wish to see you tire yourself out.”
“Or is it that you do not wish to tire yourself out?” the prince impishly replied.
Agni laughed. “And what is that supposed to mean?” he asked, although he knew full well what his beloved meant. “I am not the one who is sick.”
Soma rolled his eyes, before he playfully wagged his finger at him. “Who is it who lets me lie back and enjoy the fun? Hmmm?”
“Me?” the elder Bengali said with feigned innocence.
“Yes you! Which means one of two things, either you enjoy doing all the work, or I am a lousy lover,” the seventeen year old said tartly. He coughed, waving away his beloved manservant.
“You are a wonderful lover,” Agni quickly assured him. “And I have to admit I am most selfish when it comes to you.”
Coughing fit over, Soma stared sullenly at him.
“Really I am… I think part of it comes from my previous life, where I was very selfish and uncaring of anyone other than myself, and part of it comes my desire to show you how grateful I am for my rebirth at your hands, my prince.” He smiled. “And part is an old man’s conceit in thinking we know better than those younger than us.”
The seventeen year old snorted in amusement. “You are not that old, Agni!”
“I am old enough.”
“If you say so, but I refuse to believe you.”
“Then how shall I convince you, my prince?”
Soma trapped his forefinger against his lips as he thought it over. “I honestly do not know, Agni.” He coughed.
“Hmmm… I too am at a loss as for how to convince you…” I wish you would not tire yourself out, my prince… But how do I to get you to relax? I can see it in your eyes you are more tired than you are willing to admit…
“Then I shall just have to dance for you until you figure it out,” Soma said, and turning around, he shook his bottom at him.
“Prince Soma,” Agni said, a touch amusement clearly heard in his voice.
“Yes…?” the seventeen year old drawled.
“Forgive this old man,” they both laughed, “but you are doing it all wrong,” the elder Bengali teased.
“Oh really?” the prince teased right back at him.
“Yes. You’re supposed to shake your hips like this.” Agni turned slowly away, and bringing his arms up and away from his sides, he shook his lower half. “I know these things because I have seen more nautch and various dancing girl than you have years.”
“Well, I may not have seen that many, but what I have seen is the best, as you well know!” Soma half laughed, half coughed, his previous dark mood lifting.
“Yes, I will agree with you there, your father does have excellent taste in dancing girls.” Agni chuckled at the memory of the last dinner party they had attended in India.
“That he does…” The young Bengali prince sighed. “A pity he spends more time noticing them than his own sons beyond his heir…”
“Prince Soma…”
“Maybe if I had been a girl, he would have. He does pay a lot more attention to my sisters. Even the ones from his junior wives and concubines got more attention than I ever did…” Soma said sadly.
Agni cupped his cheek. “That is his loss as the English say. My own father had very little time for anything beyond his sins as well.” He sighed.
“But enough of stupid fathers, no?”
“Yes.” The elder Bengali rubbed the pad of his thumb against his young lover’s lower lip and leaned his forehead on Soma’s.
Tilting his head to the side, the prince kissed him, heedless of getting him sick. Breaking it, he said huskily, “Let’s go dance for each other and forget them in each other’s arms…” Soma backed away from his lover and danced as he had earlier, shaking his hips to some unheard beat.
“My prince, you should not be doing something that will tire you out.”
Smiling impishly as he tried to suppress his coughing, the prince teased, “What if I lie back and let you do all the work, old man? I won’t get tired that way.”
“Perhaps…” Agni teased back.
“Perhaps?”
The elder Bengali chuckled softly. “You look feverish, my prince.” He placed a cool hand on Soma’s forehead, gently sliding it down to cup his cheek again.
“Then make sure I go to bed like a good little prince.”
“I think I shall. Butler’s instincts, which also demand that I remain there with you to make sure you stay put.”
“I think I like these instincts better than the old man ones.”
“They are one and the same, my prince.”
“Indeed.” Soma coughed. “I am getting tired…” he said wistfully.
“Then off to bed with you.”
“Yes…”
“Come, I will carry you, my prince.”
“That would be nice, Agni.”
Several minutes later, they were lying together in Soma’s bed. The prince lay there, snuggled up against his beloved. “Agni…”
“Yes, my prince?”
“When I feel better, can we dance?”
“As you desire, so shall it be…” Agni murmured into the top of his head.
“I do...”
“Then it shall be, my prince…”
“Good…”
Author: kira
Characters: Soma/Agni
Rating: OT
Words: 1448
Prompt: Shake That Thing
Summary: Soma and Agni talk about life, love and the art of dancing…
Author’s note: Based on Casper-san’s Citrus table…
“It’s so quiet now that my little friend Ciel and Miss Elizabeth have gone.” Soma sighed as he watched the traffic go by on the street. He coughed, muttering something about a “stupid cold making him oversleep” under his breath.
“I believe they only came to London to see the play we went to last night in celebration of Miss Elizabeth’s birthday.” Agni poured him a cup of tea.
“That was fun! I’m glad I felt well enough to go.” The young Bengali prince coughed. He scooted around in the window seat and took the proffered cup. He sipped his tea and smiled. “Assam.”
“Yes, I thought you would enjoy that, since you are not feeling well, and I also have a plate of those biscuits Miss Elizabeth likes. She said she hopes they will help you get over your cold.”
Soma nodded. “Did you give her the jellabies?”
“Yes, my prince. Miss Elizabeth was delighted to get them and she told me to tell you that next time she is visiting London, she would like it very much if you would teach her another folk dance.” Although, I wish you had not have pushed yourself so hard as you made yourself sicker than you should have been…Still you had fun and so did Miss Elizabeth… Master Ciel was another story… Agni mentally sighed at the memory.
“Really?” Soma smiled happily.
“Yes, my prince.”
The seventeen year old set his teacup down and getting up, he hummed softly as he swayed gently from side to side. “Should I teach her this one?” he said impishly. Standing with his feet shoulder width apart, Soma lifted his left heel off the floor, shaking his hips. “Remember that half-naked girl in the bazaar?” Soma coughed a few times as he tried to laugh.
Agni chuckled. “How could I forget?”
“I shall teach Miss Elizabeth what I remember of her dance as part of my present to them for their wedding.”
“Master Ciel would like that very much, although, I do not think he would appreciate how she acquired that knowledge. But enough dancing for you, you have a cold; you do not wish to make it worse, do you?”
“No… I missed so much fun, not being able to get up out of bed… At least I got to see the play as well as spend the afternoon with Miss Elizabeth while Ciel was doing whatever he does. A pity I missed seeing them off.” Soma sighed. “But I did like the kheer you made me this morning for breakfast.”
“That was not kheer; that was something Mister Sebastian called, ‘rice pudding.’”
“You sure? It tasted just like it.”
Agni nodded. “Perhaps it is some English version of it.”
“Perhaps. All I know is it soothed my sore throat and made me feel good inside.” Soma turn away from his servant and shook his hips. “And it helped me get my strength back.” He coughed.
“Yes, now sit before tire yourself out,” Agni said as visions of his beloved dressed in the sheerest of gauzy lungi, the sarong-like garment enhancing his charms rather that concealing, danced in his head. He briefly closed his eyes, while taking a deep calming breath, something not lost on the prince.
“You want me to dance for you, Agni?”
“I would like that, my prince, but only when you are completely well. I do not wish to see you tire yourself out.”
“Or is it that you do not wish to tire yourself out?” the prince impishly replied.
Agni laughed. “And what is that supposed to mean?” he asked, although he knew full well what his beloved meant. “I am not the one who is sick.”
Soma rolled his eyes, before he playfully wagged his finger at him. “Who is it who lets me lie back and enjoy the fun? Hmmm?”
“Me?” the elder Bengali said with feigned innocence.
“Yes you! Which means one of two things, either you enjoy doing all the work, or I am a lousy lover,” the seventeen year old said tartly. He coughed, waving away his beloved manservant.
“You are a wonderful lover,” Agni quickly assured him. “And I have to admit I am most selfish when it comes to you.”
Coughing fit over, Soma stared sullenly at him.
“Really I am… I think part of it comes from my previous life, where I was very selfish and uncaring of anyone other than myself, and part of it comes my desire to show you how grateful I am for my rebirth at your hands, my prince.” He smiled. “And part is an old man’s conceit in thinking we know better than those younger than us.”
The seventeen year old snorted in amusement. “You are not that old, Agni!”
“I am old enough.”
“If you say so, but I refuse to believe you.”
“Then how shall I convince you, my prince?”
Soma trapped his forefinger against his lips as he thought it over. “I honestly do not know, Agni.” He coughed.
“Hmmm… I too am at a loss as for how to convince you…” I wish you would not tire yourself out, my prince… But how do I to get you to relax? I can see it in your eyes you are more tired than you are willing to admit…
“Then I shall just have to dance for you until you figure it out,” Soma said, and turning around, he shook his bottom at him.
“Prince Soma,” Agni said, a touch amusement clearly heard in his voice.
“Yes…?” the seventeen year old drawled.
“Forgive this old man,” they both laughed, “but you are doing it all wrong,” the elder Bengali teased.
“Oh really?” the prince teased right back at him.
“Yes. You’re supposed to shake your hips like this.” Agni turned slowly away, and bringing his arms up and away from his sides, he shook his lower half. “I know these things because I have seen more nautch and various dancing girl than you have years.”
“Well, I may not have seen that many, but what I have seen is the best, as you well know!” Soma half laughed, half coughed, his previous dark mood lifting.
“Yes, I will agree with you there, your father does have excellent taste in dancing girls.” Agni chuckled at the memory of the last dinner party they had attended in India.
“That he does…” The young Bengali prince sighed. “A pity he spends more time noticing them than his own sons beyond his heir…”
“Prince Soma…”
“Maybe if I had been a girl, he would have. He does pay a lot more attention to my sisters. Even the ones from his junior wives and concubines got more attention than I ever did…” Soma said sadly.
Agni cupped his cheek. “That is his loss as the English say. My own father had very little time for anything beyond his sins as well.” He sighed.
“But enough of stupid fathers, no?”
“Yes.” The elder Bengali rubbed the pad of his thumb against his young lover’s lower lip and leaned his forehead on Soma’s.
Tilting his head to the side, the prince kissed him, heedless of getting him sick. Breaking it, he said huskily, “Let’s go dance for each other and forget them in each other’s arms…” Soma backed away from his lover and danced as he had earlier, shaking his hips to some unheard beat.
“My prince, you should not be doing something that will tire you out.”
Smiling impishly as he tried to suppress his coughing, the prince teased, “What if I lie back and let you do all the work, old man? I won’t get tired that way.”
“Perhaps…” Agni teased back.
“Perhaps?”
The elder Bengali chuckled softly. “You look feverish, my prince.” He placed a cool hand on Soma’s forehead, gently sliding it down to cup his cheek again.
“Then make sure I go to bed like a good little prince.”
“I think I shall. Butler’s instincts, which also demand that I remain there with you to make sure you stay put.”
“I think I like these instincts better than the old man ones.”
“They are one and the same, my prince.”
“Indeed.” Soma coughed. “I am getting tired…” he said wistfully.
“Then off to bed with you.”
“Yes…”
“Come, I will carry you, my prince.”
“That would be nice, Agni.”
Several minutes later, they were lying together in Soma’s bed. The prince lay there, snuggled up against his beloved. “Agni…”
“Yes, my prince?”
“When I feel better, can we dance?”
“As you desire, so shall it be…” Agni murmured into the top of his head.
“I do...”
“Then it shall be, my prince…”
“Good…”
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Date: 2010-07-08 02:18 am (UTC)“Or is it that you do not wish to tire yourself out?” the prince impishly replied. > That is ebil Soma!
The end is made of d'awww.
It's very good, Kira.
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Date: 2010-07-08 02:34 am (UTC)Soma is sitting here with a HUGE grin on his face now. XD Please don't encourage him... Jak is bad enough. ;p
Thanks, Kat! XD
*blushes* yeah? XD
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Date: 2010-07-08 02:40 am (UTC)Hehehehe. You're just encouraging me, you know. ;)
You're welcome!
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Date: 2010-07-08 04:50 am (UTC)*blinks* Really?
*huggles*
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Date: 2010-07-09 12:19 am (UTC)*huggles back*
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Date: 2010-07-09 12:46 am (UTC)*more huggles*
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Date: 2010-07-09 01:29 am (UTC)I need to make myself a "doh!" icon... ;p
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Date: 2010-07-09 01:31 am (UTC)Perhaps.
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Date: 2010-07-09 01:37 am (UTC)*is browsing it now* ;p
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