Wednesday Briefs

 

 

Welcome to the Wednesday Briefers flash group. The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. The prompts for this week are:

"Let it snow, let it snow, let it..."

or use: turnip, oven, billboard

or "Does that come in any other flavors?"

or "My favorite kind of pie is..."

or use: a spoonful of sugar

or write about some kind of magic

or "When did you get to be such a dick?"

or "I thought you were the one..."

 

I’m using this picture prompt.  

  

All That He Desires #14

“I think you and your kind were given a second chance—an opportunity, if you will, to redeem yourselves. Isn’t that what you call your kind? The Lords of Opportunity? Fitting, wouldn’t you say?”

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Anslee stared at Jules, slowly shaking his head. “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. All you have is some loose ideas, strung together with nothing more than a guess and scripture. It’s flimsy, at best.”

Jules threw his hands up in the air. It was either that or shake some sense into Anslee. Which probably wasn’t a good idea… no matter how tempted he was. “Well, of course this is all guesswork. I mean, really, it’s not like I can run down to the local library or Google any of this.”

Anslee’s lips twitched. “No, I’d say that was out of the question.”

“So?”

“So… what?”

Jules buried his hands in his hair and tugged. “Have you not heard anything I’ve said? I think you’re a Fallen Angel.”

Anslee shrugged. “And what if I am? What does it matter if I was kicked out of Heaven… but not thrown all the way down to Hell? Does that make me an angel still? Or a demon? Or a little of both?”

Jules folded his arms over his chest. How dare Anslee just blow his ideas off? “How about a pain in my ass? Don’t think you mentioned that possibility.”

The short hairs on the nape of Jules neck suddenly stood up. Anslee came off the couch in one long, smooth motion. Before Jules could react, he found himself trapped against Anslee’s body. Well shit, maybe shouldn’t have made that last little dig.

“Bringing your ass to my attention might not be the best thing to do right now, Jules, considering. It’s been a long day for both of us, and you’re tired. For that matter, I’m tired and not in the best of moods. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow. But for now, I want you to go and take a nice long shower. Then we’re going to bed.”

Jules mouth fell open. “I-I-I… huh?” How did they get from talking about Fallen Angels to taking showers? He was actually dizzy from the abrupt shift in conversation. And he wasn’t even going to think about the ‘going to bed’ remark. “Well, I think—”

Anslee pulled Jules up on his toes and jerked him closer. “And I think this subject is done for now. You can either go take a shower… or I can help you take a shower. And I’ll tell you now, if I get my hands on wet, naked skin you will be mated this night. Your choice, Jules.”

Jules was stunned at the power coursing through Anslee’s body. Christ, Anslee was hard against him… which reminded him that Anslee had some wild idea about claiming him as a mate. Shit, he’d totally forgotten about that little thing in the midst of all the other, bigger things. Jules’ breath caught when he looked into Anslee’s eyes. They burned with desire… and something else. Something dark and needy. Whoa, that’s new. Jules swallowed. Every fiber of his being said not to fight against Anslee.

“I, ah… yeah. A shower sounds really great right about now.” Jules cautiously stepped away once he found his feet back on the floor.

“Good idea, Jules. Get what you need from the bedroom, too.”

“Umm yeah, okay. Will do.” Jules hurried out of the living area. What the hell had just happened? He’d been scared of Anslee, sure, but not like this. No, something had changed there at the last few minutes. It was almost like he’d pushed too far with all this talk of wars and angels, and Anslee had… what?

Jules ducked into the bathroom and turned the shower on as hot as he could stand it. He yanked off his shirt and started to pull his jeans off when what Anslee said hit him. Anslee wasn’t an angel anymore, but he hadn’t been thrown down to Hell. That meant he wasn’t a demon, either, right? So, what was he? Could he be a little of both? His eyes had certainly burned earlier. Hell, they’d almost glowed. Jules leaned against the bathroom wall, head buried in his hands.

Maybe ‘hell’ wasn’t the best word choice.

“What am I going to do if he wants to… fuck me?”

Jules mind raced. He didn’t think Anslee would rape him, but then, what did he know? If Anslee was partly evil then… Jules stood up. No, he didn’t believe that. He’d said stop earlier and Anslee had stopped. Granted, Anslee’s behavior toward humans was borderline atrocious, but that didn’t mean he was evil, just… misguided.

If anything, with his power, Anslee could’ve taken him anytime he wanted—done anything he wanted. Who could’ve stopped him? Right, no one. Instead, he’d been fairly patient. Anslee hadn’t flipped out when he ran. No, he’d just waited for Jules to show up. That wasn’t an evil person.

A sudden tapping on the bathroom door had Jules nearly jumping of out his skin. “Uh, yeah?”

“Go take your shower, Jules, and stop thinking so much. I swear, I can hear your mind going a mile a minute, even out here.”

Jules put his hand on the door. That didn’t sound like an evil man, either. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be out shortly.”

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jules finished stripping and got in the shower. Neither, apparently, was he.

 

TBC

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~M

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