Discovered in Temptation
Mar. 7th, 2007 09:37 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
asymphototropic.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
discoveredinaljSpecial dispensation is granted. "Go and sin some more," they said. And so it came to pass.
Contrary Virtue
Part Seven
"You're never leaving me like this?"
They lay on the dusty old blanket, spread luxuriously upon the sand, bare toes wriggling decadently. RD had one hand resting upon his companion's thigh, just below the delectable curve of buttocks, as if it were sheltering in the warmth for comfort.
Bodie stared earnestly into RD's eyes. Such intricacies of colouration there were. Centred on the pupils were sunflower bursts of pale golden brown, streaking artistically to intermingle with three dimensional beams of silver and emerald, all rimmed in an emphatic outline of aquamarine. Da Vinci or Rembrandt could get lost in there, exploring the highlights for days.
RD pouted.
Bodie ruffled his curls for him. "I heard you. 'So blue...' you said, clear as a BBC announcer. I mean for a conversational starter, 'twas lovely. But, erm, maybe you could elaborate. Comment on the waves, the foam. The fish. Seaweed. Mine fields on the beach. I'm majorly dischuffed about that. Bastards. Like they were expecting fucking assault teams of manatee or some such shite. Well the bad news is, 's'not safe to frolic on the sand anymore. The good news is, we've got miles of privacy as a result."
And with that saying, he leaned forward to suck a soft earlobe into his mouth.
RD sighed.
Bodie drew back to study the emotion. "Don't be sad. Or frustrated neither. It's a good start. 'Blue' is good. 'So blue', even better. We'll work on the details as we move along. Bound to be progress now. We'll start with conjunctions and verbs, modifying phrases, gradually work up to haiku. Soon have you spouting sonnets, and so eventually to 'War and Peace'. With heavy emphasis on the peace, heh?"
RD chuckled.
"How do you like my new shirt?"
RD whistled and winked.
"Okay so it's old and faded. But the fit is pretty good, methinks. Shows off me pecs and abs. Not Savile Row. But the chief thing is, I look like a civilian, right?"
RD ran his hands over the cloth on Bodie's belly, to show his appreciation for the garment.
"I'm trying to remember at which point in me chequered past I was at my thinnest. Got small stashes of useful items, dotted all about the countryside. We need to get you some mufti too. Then we'll be a matched set, and folks won't stare, except to admire us, heh. Trouble is, I was never that fleshless." He poked a finger into RD's taut tum for emphasis. "Muscular bulges are me personal specialty."
RD nodded his agreement.
"Oh, hey. Now that I've thought on it, have something to show you, if it's still there. Yer gonna love this. Come along now. Into your dancing pumps, and walk some more alongside of Pretty Willem."
The sudden eagerness which Bodie displayed was contagious, and RD made haste to lace up his boots and follow.
Avoiding the points along the beach where the locals had indicated landmines, they made their way to a pocket of forest with an edge of dry scrub.
It was too reminiscent of their recent parched journey. RD shuddered.
"Stay with me a bit. I promise you'll like it. Over here a ways more. And careful you don't step into someone's bed chamber. Here now, duck into cover."
They hit the dirt suddenly and peered over the shrubs.
RD's delight shone on his face, with Bodie muttering in his ear. "See. Told you you'd like it."
The ground ahead, like a transplanted moonscape, was cratered with holes. Glancing at an opening in the soil invoked a pair of dark eyes staring back. The earth seemed full of glittering eyes.
Bodie nudged RD. "Sentry duty. Ha. That bloke's even leaner than you."
There stood upon a mound of dirt, the faithful guard. The little fellow wore a grizzled tan fur coat that was marked with mottled cocoa stripes running from rump to shoulders. His arms drooped comfortably along his body. His face had dark markings rimming alert brown eyes, giving the whimsical appearance of sunglasses. With his velvet ears flattened on his domed skull, his expression was one of disdain. Glistening whiskers twitched attentively.
Near him sat a young coquette, prettily perched on her dainty derriere, legs neatly crossed in front of her to show her delicate feet to best advantage. She had her paws folded politely in her lap as she seemed to admire the scenery, but quite often she glanced aside at the young soldier, to be assured she was successful at the fine art of distraction. If her beau seemed too hard at work, she huffed wistful little sighs.
Suddenly her sister slipped out their front door. Sneaking up on her sibling with a solid headbutt, the newcomer sent the other tumbling ungracefully. Shrieking insults, they rolled in the dirt, grappling together, until they remembered the handsome young guard.
Hastily they resumed courteous behaviour, petted and smoothed each other's ruffled fur. Then one stuck out a long tongue, and holding sturdily onto the other's silvery bosom, commenced licking a tidy ear, occasionally pausing to whisper into it and wait for her sister's amusing retort. The semblance of ignoring the sentry was positively painful to see.
Bodie's attention was divided between the animals, and enjoyment of RD's patent amusement.
"Better than any pantomime, innit? Suricates. Some people call them meerkats, but that translates to monkey. So I don't like the name, makes a bloke sound ignorant to use it. That young male there. Not so long ago he left his hometown to go out, see the world. Came across this place, fancied it a bit, felt it had prospects. The local females looked him over, liked his appearance, let him in, but only just so far. They gave him to understand he was on probation. Wouldn't be allowed fully into the establishment 'til he'd proved his worth. So there he stands day after day, the poor little blighter. Doesn't savvy yet, he's already made the grade. Ha. Such is a soldier's life, eh?"
Bodie started edging his way around the perimeter of burrows. "Now over here is a hole I dug. Kind of camouflage to set it next to a mongoose colony. Hidden in plain sight as it were." He paused to shine a torch beam into the narrow excavation. "And how nice. Still tucked away where I left it. Bit of a risk for scorpions and spiders. Eck."
Shivering slightly, he reached into the dark depths and drew out a box. "Old silver haired local traded me this chest for my butterfly knife, which he liked the look of. He swore the box was mongoose-proof."
Bodie dusted away the clinging dirt, stuck his knife blade into a hidden crevice and pried open the container. Inside were a few pieces of clothing and some documents wrapped in old plastic bags. He drew out a Henley t-shirt, shook it unfolded and sniffed at the fabric. "Mostly evergreen resin. Not too much eau de earthworm. Hard to credit I was ever this narrow. Tan, not your best colour, sport. But at least it doesn't shout 'army'. Try these on."
He handed the shirt and jeans to RD, then watched avidly as he stripped to change attire.
RD smirked as he dropped his trousers provocatively. But then he grimaced when he was able to pull up the denims without having to unfasten them.
"Mate, I promise I'm going to feed you excessively, just as soon as opportunity presents. In the interim, you'll just have to cinch your belt up tight. The jeans don't look bad when you wear the shirt untucked. And there's always those curls, and your, erm, winning personality to distract from the lesser aspects of your appearance."
RD threw his army trousers at Bodie's face, laughing at the subsequent wrinkling of his nose.
"We ought to burn this lot. But that might attract too much attention. So we'll bung them down the hole. Let the mongooses cut them up to make little sentry uniforms from, eh? Now for something else. Who do you want to be?"
He was riffling through a stack of much abused identification documents. "Leslie Hutchworth, geologist? George Worley, able bodied seaman. Oh now, here we are. Bartholomew Chasborne, student. And I'll be, hmm, Joseph Vandevendar, farmer. You've been here working on your zoology thesis. And I've been serving as your knowledgeable guide. You were attempting to determine the life cycle and eating habits of the elusive lesser hairy bat, but the war has disrupted your research. And so you are returning home, somewhat disgruntled, and you just don't want to talk about it. At all. I've been hosting you, and in a gentlemanly return of the favour, you've invited me home to meet the family. We've become great chums, slogging through the bat caves and all."
RD scrunched his face whimsically and shrugged.
"Only thing is, we'll need to change the picture from my mug to yours. Which means a documents expert is required. I happen to know a certain person of great talent and questionable virtue. He'll assist us, if he hasn't been executed since my last visit, that is. So here we go then."
Bodie slung his arm cosily over RD's shoulder, snugging him closer.
As they walked away, RD glanced wistfully back for a last glimpse of the small sentry, left all alone, standing faithfully at his duty still.
Title: Contrary Virtue
Author: asymphototropic [attracted toward the light but never quite arrives]
Slash or Gen: slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: yes
Disclaimer: No infringement intended, the author does not own "The Professionals"
Contrary Virtue
Part Seven
"You're never leaving me like this?"
They lay on the dusty old blanket, spread luxuriously upon the sand, bare toes wriggling decadently. RD had one hand resting upon his companion's thigh, just below the delectable curve of buttocks, as if it were sheltering in the warmth for comfort.
Bodie stared earnestly into RD's eyes. Such intricacies of colouration there were. Centred on the pupils were sunflower bursts of pale golden brown, streaking artistically to intermingle with three dimensional beams of silver and emerald, all rimmed in an emphatic outline of aquamarine. Da Vinci or Rembrandt could get lost in there, exploring the highlights for days.
RD pouted.
Bodie ruffled his curls for him. "I heard you. 'So blue...' you said, clear as a BBC announcer. I mean for a conversational starter, 'twas lovely. But, erm, maybe you could elaborate. Comment on the waves, the foam. The fish. Seaweed. Mine fields on the beach. I'm majorly dischuffed about that. Bastards. Like they were expecting fucking assault teams of manatee or some such shite. Well the bad news is, 's'not safe to frolic on the sand anymore. The good news is, we've got miles of privacy as a result."
And with that saying, he leaned forward to suck a soft earlobe into his mouth.
RD sighed.
Bodie drew back to study the emotion. "Don't be sad. Or frustrated neither. It's a good start. 'Blue' is good. 'So blue', even better. We'll work on the details as we move along. Bound to be progress now. We'll start with conjunctions and verbs, modifying phrases, gradually work up to haiku. Soon have you spouting sonnets, and so eventually to 'War and Peace'. With heavy emphasis on the peace, heh?"
RD chuckled.
"How do you like my new shirt?"
RD whistled and winked.
"Okay so it's old and faded. But the fit is pretty good, methinks. Shows off me pecs and abs. Not Savile Row. But the chief thing is, I look like a civilian, right?"
RD ran his hands over the cloth on Bodie's belly, to show his appreciation for the garment.
"I'm trying to remember at which point in me chequered past I was at my thinnest. Got small stashes of useful items, dotted all about the countryside. We need to get you some mufti too. Then we'll be a matched set, and folks won't stare, except to admire us, heh. Trouble is, I was never that fleshless." He poked a finger into RD's taut tum for emphasis. "Muscular bulges are me personal specialty."
RD nodded his agreement.
"Oh, hey. Now that I've thought on it, have something to show you, if it's still there. Yer gonna love this. Come along now. Into your dancing pumps, and walk some more alongside of Pretty Willem."
The sudden eagerness which Bodie displayed was contagious, and RD made haste to lace up his boots and follow.
Avoiding the points along the beach where the locals had indicated landmines, they made their way to a pocket of forest with an edge of dry scrub.
It was too reminiscent of their recent parched journey. RD shuddered.
"Stay with me a bit. I promise you'll like it. Over here a ways more. And careful you don't step into someone's bed chamber. Here now, duck into cover."
They hit the dirt suddenly and peered over the shrubs.
RD's delight shone on his face, with Bodie muttering in his ear. "See. Told you you'd like it."
The ground ahead, like a transplanted moonscape, was cratered with holes. Glancing at an opening in the soil invoked a pair of dark eyes staring back. The earth seemed full of glittering eyes.
Bodie nudged RD. "Sentry duty. Ha. That bloke's even leaner than you."
There stood upon a mound of dirt, the faithful guard. The little fellow wore a grizzled tan fur coat that was marked with mottled cocoa stripes running from rump to shoulders. His arms drooped comfortably along his body. His face had dark markings rimming alert brown eyes, giving the whimsical appearance of sunglasses. With his velvet ears flattened on his domed skull, his expression was one of disdain. Glistening whiskers twitched attentively.
Near him sat a young coquette, prettily perched on her dainty derriere, legs neatly crossed in front of her to show her delicate feet to best advantage. She had her paws folded politely in her lap as she seemed to admire the scenery, but quite often she glanced aside at the young soldier, to be assured she was successful at the fine art of distraction. If her beau seemed too hard at work, she huffed wistful little sighs.
Suddenly her sister slipped out their front door. Sneaking up on her sibling with a solid headbutt, the newcomer sent the other tumbling ungracefully. Shrieking insults, they rolled in the dirt, grappling together, until they remembered the handsome young guard.
Hastily they resumed courteous behaviour, petted and smoothed each other's ruffled fur. Then one stuck out a long tongue, and holding sturdily onto the other's silvery bosom, commenced licking a tidy ear, occasionally pausing to whisper into it and wait for her sister's amusing retort. The semblance of ignoring the sentry was positively painful to see.
Bodie's attention was divided between the animals, and enjoyment of RD's patent amusement.
"Better than any pantomime, innit? Suricates. Some people call them meerkats, but that translates to monkey. So I don't like the name, makes a bloke sound ignorant to use it. That young male there. Not so long ago he left his hometown to go out, see the world. Came across this place, fancied it a bit, felt it had prospects. The local females looked him over, liked his appearance, let him in, but only just so far. They gave him to understand he was on probation. Wouldn't be allowed fully into the establishment 'til he'd proved his worth. So there he stands day after day, the poor little blighter. Doesn't savvy yet, he's already made the grade. Ha. Such is a soldier's life, eh?"
Bodie started edging his way around the perimeter of burrows. "Now over here is a hole I dug. Kind of camouflage to set it next to a mongoose colony. Hidden in plain sight as it were." He paused to shine a torch beam into the narrow excavation. "And how nice. Still tucked away where I left it. Bit of a risk for scorpions and spiders. Eck."
Shivering slightly, he reached into the dark depths and drew out a box. "Old silver haired local traded me this chest for my butterfly knife, which he liked the look of. He swore the box was mongoose-proof."
Bodie dusted away the clinging dirt, stuck his knife blade into a hidden crevice and pried open the container. Inside were a few pieces of clothing and some documents wrapped in old plastic bags. He drew out a Henley t-shirt, shook it unfolded and sniffed at the fabric. "Mostly evergreen resin. Not too much eau de earthworm. Hard to credit I was ever this narrow. Tan, not your best colour, sport. But at least it doesn't shout 'army'. Try these on."
He handed the shirt and jeans to RD, then watched avidly as he stripped to change attire.
RD smirked as he dropped his trousers provocatively. But then he grimaced when he was able to pull up the denims without having to unfasten them.
"Mate, I promise I'm going to feed you excessively, just as soon as opportunity presents. In the interim, you'll just have to cinch your belt up tight. The jeans don't look bad when you wear the shirt untucked. And there's always those curls, and your, erm, winning personality to distract from the lesser aspects of your appearance."
RD threw his army trousers at Bodie's face, laughing at the subsequent wrinkling of his nose.
"We ought to burn this lot. But that might attract too much attention. So we'll bung them down the hole. Let the mongooses cut them up to make little sentry uniforms from, eh? Now for something else. Who do you want to be?"
He was riffling through a stack of much abused identification documents. "Leslie Hutchworth, geologist? George Worley, able bodied seaman. Oh now, here we are. Bartholomew Chasborne, student. And I'll be, hmm, Joseph Vandevendar, farmer. You've been here working on your zoology thesis. And I've been serving as your knowledgeable guide. You were attempting to determine the life cycle and eating habits of the elusive lesser hairy bat, but the war has disrupted your research. And so you are returning home, somewhat disgruntled, and you just don't want to talk about it. At all. I've been hosting you, and in a gentlemanly return of the favour, you've invited me home to meet the family. We've become great chums, slogging through the bat caves and all."
RD scrunched his face whimsically and shrugged.
"Only thing is, we'll need to change the picture from my mug to yours. Which means a documents expert is required. I happen to know a certain person of great talent and questionable virtue. He'll assist us, if he hasn't been executed since my last visit, that is. So here we go then."
Bodie slung his arm cosily over RD's shoulder, snugging him closer.
As they walked away, RD glanced wistfully back for a last glimpse of the small sentry, left all alone, standing faithfully at his duty still.
Title: Contrary Virtue
Author: asymphototropic [attracted toward the light but never quite arrives]
Slash or Gen: slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: yes
Disclaimer: No infringement intended, the author does not own "The Professionals"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-03-07 04:21 pm (UTC)That was a nifty little interlude with the, ah, suricates. ;-) I laughed at the notion of the two of them sunning in the middle of a minefield. And I'm dying to know what will inspire RD to start talking again.
no subject
Date: 2007-03-08 01:26 am (UTC)I thought the attraction to danger of the minefield was very B and D, yes?
no subject
Date: 2007-03-08 01:47 am (UTC)The location the author is in is being bombed, and people are running in a panic in every direction. He's standing, uncertain where to run, when a young kid tugs on his shirt and asks if he has any cigarettes. He gives the kid a cigarette and asks him why he's not panicking like everyone else. The kid shrugs and says, "If you stay, the bombs get you. If you run, the bombs get you. So why not stay?" They end up sharing a smoke while the bombs fall all around.
It struck me as a very Bodie attitude towards danger. I think as long as he's reasonably comfortable that he knows where the mines are, he's not going to waste energy being afraid of them.
Plus I did like the hint of irritation he showed, and I was exceptionally fond of the idea of manatees storming the beaches. ;-)
Rebel
(Apparently not dying after all... ;-D)
no subject
Date: 2007-03-07 05:47 pm (UTC)And quite the most evocative descrption of RD's eyes...
Such intricacies of colouration there were. Centred on the pupils were sunflower bursts of pale golden brown, streaking artistically to intermingle with three dimensional beams of silver and emerald, all rimmed in an emphatic outline of aquamarine.
I'm so glad we're still here.
no subject
Date: 2007-03-08 05:07 am (UTC)And that's my attempt at describing the actual anatomy of green eyes, heavily tinged with Bodie's poetic perceptions.
no subject
Date: 2007-03-08 07:19 pm (UTC)I've loved Bodie's monologues too, he's had me entranced! Thank you!
no subject
Date: 2007-03-09 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-09 02:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-09 03:44 pm (UTC)Perhaps sudden resumption of speech ability would have been dramatically advisable, but it would have strained medical credulity. And I think this way can have some artistic merit, too.
Glad you approve. Thanks so much for kind comments.