Fanfic: Treat And Trick (1/1)

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Title: Treat And Trick
Author: Avarice
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fox/Collin
Spoilers: -
Summary: It's Halloween; time to party.
Word Count: 2123
Date First Posted: 31-10-2003
Date Revised: 28-05-2011
Beta: Tink.
Awards: -
Notes: At the time, the current work-in-progress original fic of a young blond Roman Emperor and his Setian priest advisor named Runihura was in its beginning stages. To have Fox and Collin dress up as them for Halloween was just a silly in-joke to myself :)
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.
Also Archived At: LJ

"So we'll meet at the party at 8, ok?" Fox kissed Collin's nose.

Collin liked the kiss, but batted him away embarrassedly. "Yeah, yeah. Now go. If you're late, I'll be pissed. I don't want to stand around alone in my costume any longer than I have to."

Fox grinned. "You won't; trust me." He picked his car keys up from the table and left to begin the short drive to his parent's house.

Halloween crept up on them quickly this year. With not much time or money at their disposal, it had been shaping up to be a pretty dismal year for costumes when Fox had an Idea.

It had occurred randomly enough. In Fox's art theory book, he'd found some old photographs of Egyptian art. The outfits looked pretty simple; a kilt, some sandals, jewellery and a touch of makeup -- enough to still be manly -- and he was a bona-fide ancient Egyptian guy.

While the idea appealed for Collin to dress up as his devoted slave-boy, Fox knew the blond wouldn't go for it. Not in public, at least.

It was then the book provided a second Idea. Flipping through more pages, he'd come across marble bust and statues of Rome's emperors. Also relatively simple outfits; a kilt similar to the Egyptian one except plain, sandals and a tunic that could come off one shoulder to mimic the robes of state. Fox doubted he'd be able to dress Collin in a bed sheet and call it a toga. The final touch was the crown of laurel leaves on his head.

While not entirely enthusiastic about it, Collin didn't hate the idea of dressing up as an emperor. The minimalism, no makeup, the idea of dictator and the fact that it was cheap all appealed to him.

They'd gone shopping together to find the inexpensive parts of Collin's costume. Fox's required a little more work, but one phone call to his mother reaped the rewards of his Egyptian heritage. Nefertari still had parts of a few of her old dancing costumes, as well as other bits and pieces that he'd be able to use.

Fox wanted the outcome to be a surprise, so Collin would get dressed at home and they would meet up at the Lowell House party at 8.

Fox arrived at his parent's house and rang the doorbell to be greeted by a headless maniac wielding a large kitchen carving knife.

"Hi Dad," Fox said and walked past the ghoul, "got many trick or treaters tonight?" Padma's head popped out of the bloody collar of the jacket and he grinned. "I made a teenage boy scream with this." Padma pressed the button on a little control box he held in his hand, and blood squirted and dribbled from the gory wound.

Fox grinned. "Nice. Mom ready for me?"

"Set up and awaiting your presence in the living room," he gestured to the door, before seeing a group of children heading up their path.

Greeting his mother with a warm hug and kiss, Fox surveyed shiny pieces of costumes around the room. He rubbed his hands together. "Ok, so what are we gonna do?"

Nefertari picked up a diaphanous piece of cloth. "Well, I didn't have the right pieces to make you a Pharaoh, so I thought we could go for something a little more fun."

"I'm listening."

"I'm going to make you into a priest of Set."

"A priest?" Fox sounded unconvinced.

Neferatari picked up an open book from the coffee table and showed it to him. "Egyptian priests knew how to party; trust me."

A slow smile spread over Fox's features when he saw the book. "Let's do it."

***

Collin arrived at the party a few minutes before he was meant to meet Fox. He scratched his bare arm and felt self-conscious. It wouldn't be so bad if Fox were here, he thought.

Collin's eyes surveyed the crowds of the minglers, the drinkers and the dancers. Through the shifting miasma of ghouls, cowboys, zombies, angels, knights and gorillas, he thought he caught a glimpse of purple hair.

"Fox?" he called out, aware there was no way he was ever going to be heard over the music. After a few moments of watching the crowd with a slightly agitated air, there was a break in the people and Collin finally confirmed Fox approaching.

The first thing he noticed was that he could see a lot of bare skin. Fox walked through the shadows. On the few occasions he walked underneath the light, his skin glittered gold in places. Around his neck was a decorative collar that stretched from one shoulder to the other, and curved down to reach a few inches above his nipples. It looked as if it were made of some lightweight gold-coloured metal with strips of red and green in an alternating pattern. The tightly muscled expanse of Fox's stomach was bare, and was close enough to see the glittering gold of his skin. There were tiny gold squiggles drawn on select parts of him. Some were hieroglyphs, most were random decorative shapes.

The waistband of the pleated Egyptian kilt started just above his hips. Down the front hung an embroidered piece of fabric with snake motif. The kilt came to just above Fox's knees, and sandal straps encased his calves all the way down to his feet.

Heavy bracelets were around Fox's wrists, glittering as brightly as the ring through his nipple. A gold armlet in the shape of a snake was wrapped around his right bicep.

Collin had already noticed that Fox hadn't had his hair cut as frequently as he usually did; it curled around his ears and at the back of his neck. And to complete the ensemble, his blue eyes had been outlined in smoky kohl, a gold strip across his eyelids.

The way Fox carried himself, combined with the serious expression on his face, caused Collin pulled the front of his kilt down so nothing unseemly was visible.

Fox's face was schooled in a grave expression, though his eyes were laughing.

"My emperor," Fox looked Collin up and down appreciatively. His arms slid around Collin's waist, hands resting on the blond's ass. "I am Runihura, and I claim this booty in the name of Set."

Collin yelped quietly as Fox's hands squeezed, bringing their concealed erections into contact. Collin saw the danger laced with mischief Fox offered.

Mouth parched, Collin announced he needed a drink. Fox grunted in approval and agreed. "Set thirsts," he said confidentially, dragging Collin towards the beer.

***

After a few hours, the boys looked for somewhere to crash for a moment. The party was still in good swing. They'd occupied themselves with much drinking and dancing, more of the former than the latter in Collin's case, though he had joined Fox on the dance floor a few times.

Fox spotted a sofa nestled in the corner of the room, half-buried and hidden with decorations. He collapsed onto the cushions, legs splayed. Collin fell beside him, head down. They were both well on their way to becoming nicely drunk.

Collin looked up; pale cheeks flushed, and noticed how his boyfriend was sitting. Long legs were parted and haphazardly splayed, the kilt rode up to reveal the smooth skin on the insides of his thighs.

The blond licked his dry lips, one hand hesitantly reaching out to touch him, a finger sneaking under the hem of the kilt.

The contact roused Fox enough for him to put his head up. He observed Collin from beneath heavy lids, before giving a glance around the room. No one was paying attention to that corner; it was too heavily shielded by black and orange curtains of crepe paper. He gave a significant glance to Collin, leaning back on his elbows.

Collin was unsure. He glanced nervously at the people, but they really had no interest in their dark little corner. Fox wiggled his hips in anticipation, mouth parted. The wiggling only succeeded in making his kilt ride up his legs even further.

In the end, the temptation was too great, and the alcohol clouded the more cynically logical protests his brain would normally spout at him. Taking a deep breath, and with one final look around, Collin slipped his hands totally underneath the hem, the tips of his fingers curling around the waistband of the short jockeys Fox wore. He pulled the elastic down and over Fox's erection. Fingers brushed the heated skin and Fox shuddered.

Collin swiped his tongue over the crown, hopeful that the resulting noise that issued from Fox's throat would be lost in the noise of the party. Encouraged at the sound, the blond sucked the tip of Fox's cock. Fox threw his head back, smacking a fist against the side of the sofa.

With a devious smile, Collin lowered his mouth down over his boyfriend's dick, sucking at regular intervals. It wasn't smart to prolong the event. They were both drunk, and in a very public place. The quicker he could get Fox off, the better.

One hand dug into the flesh of Fox's thigh, the other was wrapped around the base of his erection. He stroked with his fingers even as his tongue snaked up and down the shaft.

Fox arched his hips from the sofa, one hand gripped the back cushion, the other buried in Collin's hair, urging him on. Collin pressed down on Fox's hips, discouraging the costumed priest from thrusting into his mouth.

The blond moved up and down increasingly quickly, relaxing his throat muscles as best he could. He could tell Fox was nearing his peak; the sounds made were more desperate and incoherent.

A bass-y song reverberated through Collin's body, through Fox's pulse. Collin's eyes flicked up to see Fox staring at him, forehead slick with sweat and breathing heavily. He mouthed words meant only for the blond. Collin's attention went back to the task at hand (and mouth), fisting said hand in the white pleated kilt; mouth sliding down over Fox's cock as far as it would go.

With a loud cry, and pressure on his hips holding him down, Fox came and threw his torso back down onto the sofa. Collin stayed, stroking the sharp angle of Fox's hip until he could compose himself enough to sit up. As if remembering there were people around, he quickly and carefully readjusted Fox's jockeys, and pulled the kilt down.

Fox's chest rose and fell quickly. The gold squiggles still somehow managed to catch the light and glitter, though now it was accompanied by the sheen of perspiration that covered Fox's torso. Collin's fingers raked gently over his chest, crawling up Fox's body to meet blue eyes.

Fox pulled Collin up the rest of the way, letting the blond lie down along the length of his body. With one hand, he cupped Collin's jaw and kissed full lips, the other traveled down to cup his ass.

"Mmm, my booty," he murmured against Collin's lips.

"Thought it was Set's booty," Collin nuzzled his best friend's face.

"Well, he and I have this deal. He gets all the rest of the booty in the world, and I get you."

"Is that a fair trade?"

"I'm not complaining."

Collin stole another kiss before becoming aware they were not at all inconspicuous. He propped himself up on Fox's chest, before moving to sit properly, straightening his tunic. In turn, Fox sat up and cleared his throat, making himself look tidy again.

Collin surveyed the bumping and grinding costumed masses with detached distaste. Fox looked at Collin, looked around the room, then back at the blond. He stood and extended a hand out to him. "Wanna get out of here?"

With a smile, Collin stood up and followed Fox's lead to outside. Once there, they leant against the granite steps, watching partygoers and trick or treaters across the lawn.

"What do you want to do now?" Collin traced his hands over the smooth granite. He'd reached a plateau with his alcohol intake and was able to function without too much difficulty.

Fox surveyed the area. "I dunno. We could always trick or treat."

Collin snorted. "We haven't done that for years."

"Yea, but years ago we didn't have one of these." Fox produced a small device connected to what looked like a little control. When pressed, it squirted blood everywhere. "Set demands offerings of candy. Runihura and his emperor will provide," Fox grinned rakishly. "Let's go scare some people out of their treats."

The blond couldn't help laughing. Collin allowed Fox to slip an arm around his shoulders, and they headed off to terrorise the campus.

~finis