FIC: Before and After
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zaubraFandoms: UK Politics
Title: Before and After
Ship(s): David Miliband/Ed Miliband
Word Count: 200
Rating: R
Summary: A double-drabble inspired by a picture of Ed wearing a colourful scarf. For this prompt at the meme.
WARNING: Sibling incest.
Disclaimer: This is a creative work of fiction, composed of fictional characters inspired by the public personas of living people. No injury or disrespect is intended to the persons named. If you've found this by googling yourself or someone you know, stop playing on the Internet and go run the country.
Before and After
The last time David saw Ed and the scarf together, it was wrapped around Ed’s wrists, a colourful slash of fabric binding his hands to the headboard; David pushed in, slow and steady, and Ed’s head thrashed, hair a dark splash against the whiteness of the pillow.
The image springs into focus behind David’s eyelids, in all its aching vividness, as Ed emerges from a stall in an out-of-the-way loo in Portcullis House. Ed looks surprised to see David there.
Ed feels even more surprised under David’s hands, as David springs, pushing him back into the stall, kicking the door shut, pushing him up against the wall, leaning forward into a kiss, fast and bruising and desperate.
The scarf is soft to the touch, as soft as it was that long-ago night, before leadership elections and bitterness and hard words, before fights and thrown punches and stiff silences.
Before, Ed was David’s - to kiss and to love, to tease and to fuck.
After, Ed is stiff under David’s touch – the scarf yields, but Ed’s hands are pushing David away, pushing pushing pushing.
“That’s over now,” Ed says, and leaves David alone.
The scarf may be the same. Ed is not.
~//~
Title: Before and After
Ship(s): David Miliband/Ed Miliband
Word Count: 200
Rating: R
Summary: A double-drabble inspired by a picture of Ed wearing a colourful scarf. For this prompt at the meme.
WARNING: Sibling incest.
Disclaimer: This is a creative work of fiction, composed of fictional characters inspired by the public personas of living people. No injury or disrespect is intended to the persons named. If you've found this by googling yourself or someone you know, stop playing on the Internet and go run the country.
Before and After
The last time David saw Ed and the scarf together, it was wrapped around Ed’s wrists, a colourful slash of fabric binding his hands to the headboard; David pushed in, slow and steady, and Ed’s head thrashed, hair a dark splash against the whiteness of the pillow.
The image springs into focus behind David’s eyelids, in all its aching vividness, as Ed emerges from a stall in an out-of-the-way loo in Portcullis House. Ed looks surprised to see David there.
Ed feels even more surprised under David’s hands, as David springs, pushing him back into the stall, kicking the door shut, pushing him up against the wall, leaning forward into a kiss, fast and bruising and desperate.
The scarf is soft to the touch, as soft as it was that long-ago night, before leadership elections and bitterness and hard words, before fights and thrown punches and stiff silences.
Before, Ed was David’s - to kiss and to love, to tease and to fuck.
After, Ed is stiff under David’s touch – the scarf yields, but Ed’s hands are pushing David away, pushing pushing pushing.
“That’s over now,” Ed says, and leaves David alone.
The scarf may be the same. Ed is not.
~//~
