Every night like a firefly
Jul. 22nd, 2010 01:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
123youreitWHO: evil!Tim and Kon.
WHERE: Titans Tower, Tim's bedroom.
WHEN: After Tim is split by black kryptonite, before Kon is affected by red kryptonite.
WARNINGS: M/M kissing and sex.
SUMMARY: Tim is evil, and evil in comics means being more sexual. It's a trope. This translates to evil!Tim being more dominant in bed than usual! Let's see if Kon can tell the difference.
FORMAT: Prose
Patrol was always something of an adrenaline kick, depending on how much trouble he'd run into - too little and he was on a low, almost bored buzz, but too much and he was just exhausted by the time he got home. But usually there was a nice balance that left him running high on adrenaline and let him finish up less exciting tasks to wind down, like writing his reports or running over case work on the computer. Tonight was a little different, because there was an addition to his usual patrol routine, not to mention to himself - or a subtraction, rather. There was nothing like being free to beat gang members senseless without caring if they survived, dodging gunfire easily and cutting down opposition, to really get the adrenaline flowing. It was enough that he was a little tired, but not exhausted, and when he used the window to get back into his room and change quickly, he was in the mood for a little more action.
A different kind of action.
All he had to do was wait for Kon to sneak into his room like he usually did at night. This time, he'd find Tim awake and perched on the edge of the bed in his underwear, waiting.
WHERE: Titans Tower, Tim's bedroom.
WHEN: After Tim is split by black kryptonite, before Kon is affected by red kryptonite.
WARNINGS: M/M kissing and sex.
SUMMARY: Tim is evil, and evil in comics means being more sexual. It's a trope. This translates to evil!Tim being more dominant in bed than usual! Let's see if Kon can tell the difference.
FORMAT: Prose
Patrol was always something of an adrenaline kick, depending on how much trouble he'd run into - too little and he was on a low, almost bored buzz, but too much and he was just exhausted by the time he got home. But usually there was a nice balance that left him running high on adrenaline and let him finish up less exciting tasks to wind down, like writing his reports or running over case work on the computer. Tonight was a little different, because there was an addition to his usual patrol routine, not to mention to himself - or a subtraction, rather. There was nothing like being free to beat gang members senseless without caring if they survived, dodging gunfire easily and cutting down opposition, to really get the adrenaline flowing. It was enough that he was a little tired, but not exhausted, and when he used the window to get back into his room and change quickly, he was in the mood for a little more action.
A different kind of action.
All he had to do was wait for Kon to sneak into his room like he usually did at night. This time, he'd find Tim awake and perched on the edge of the bed in his underwear, waiting.
