Unity Smut(what? you want me to lie? There's lots of smut suggestions here)







	Ian wiped back his hair, grimacing distastefully at the rain. "It's always raining here."
	"Can't rain all the time," Jan commented, his hair plastered to his skull. He glanced at Ian,
looking his companion over. He had foregone his coat today, and now paid for it. His normal fishnet
shirt and tanktop were pasted to his torso from the soaking they'd received. The eyeliner he normally
used had blurred from the rain, producing a hollow-eyed waifish like that Jan found rather appealing. 
	"Says the person who never seems to be bothered by it?" Ian fired back, leaning closer to Jan
as he shivered. 
	"Cold, racoon-eyes?"
	"Don't start," Ian said, punching Jan's shoulder. "And yes, actually."
	"I wasn't," Jan replied, rubbing the assaulted area with a grimace. 
"I like the result. Makes you look sort of vulnerable."
	Ian rolled his eyes, then muttered darkly. "Try sort of like a druggie."
	Considering this, Jan shook his head. "No. You don't have the desperate
air that druggies carry around with them. Makes all the difference in the world."
	"Emphasis on the 'sort-of', smart-ass," Ian said with a sigh, before shivering again.
	"Want to head in?" Jan asked, concern touching his voice.
	"I think," Ian began, shivering once more. "That would be a good idea."
	"Here," Jan slipped out of his small coat, draping it across Ian's shoulders.
	"Do you have to be so damn chivalrous?" Ian muttered. "You know I hate that."
	"I wasn't aware that being polite could be considered offensive," Jan raised 
an eyebrow. "I can always take my coat back if it bothers you that much."
	Ian gave him a look that told him what he thought of that. "Get the door open, already."
	"As you wish," Jan grinned, punching in the access code that opened the door into their quarters.
	Ian slipped past, shivering once again as the door closed behind them. "I like rain.
But why does it always have to be cold when it rains here?"
	"Perhaps to discomfit you?" Jan remarked, running his fingers through his hair as he watched Ian.
	"I'd rather they didn't expend such effort then," he replied drily.
	"Here," Jan walked over, hands sliding the coat off of Ian.
"You aren't going to get any warmer in wet clothes like that."
	"I was wondering when you would try and talk me out of my clothes," Ian muttered,
his teeth chattering.
	"My goal in life," Jan replied with a grin, pulling Ian's fishnet shirt over his head.
"To keep you around wearing nothing at all."
	"Pervert," Ian smiled, putting his back to Jan. He drew in a breath as Jan dragged the
tanktop up, exposing the blue & purple dragon tattoo on Ian's back slowly. 
	"Have I mentioned how much I like this tattoo?" Jan asked, sliding the wet fabric over
Ian's head and down his arms. 
	"F-Frequently... Oh..." Ian replied, gasping as Jan traced the wingspan of the dragon
with his fingers.
	"Like that?" Jan asked.
	"Y-you know I'm... I'm sensitive there..." Ian stammered out in reply.
	"Mmm-hmm," Jan confirmed, sliding one hand over Ian's shoulder,
then slowly down his chest.
	"I t-thought you we-were going to get me warm and dry...." Ian said,
leaning back against Jan.
	"Warm, yes," came the reply. "Dry...? The jury's still out on that one."
	"Tease," Ian murmured, voice steadying as he drew in a breath. "Stop that..."
	"What? This?" Jan repeated the action, drawing another inhaled breath from Ian.
	"Y-Yes, that..."
	"And if I don't?" Jan teased.
	"I'll k-k-kick your ass-s."
	"You could do that," Jan admitted, then bent slightly to Ian's ear, whispering something
that caused Ian's eyes to widen to the size of saucers.
	"You, sir," Ian said, face red. "Are a very, very bad man."
	"I know, I really am," Jan agreed, nodding sagely, running his hand back up Ian's chest.
"You don't seem to be protesting my bad man status, though."
	Ian's only reply was a purr, leaning against Jan further.
	"What was that?" Jan grinned.
	"I-I'm... not complaining," Ian sighed, enjoying Jan's attention.
	"I should hope not," Jan said pleasantly, drawing his hand back down to the clasp of Ian's pants.
	"Wait," Ian's hand caught Jan's, stopping him. 
	"Hmmm?" Jan tilted his head, regarding his companion as Ian turned to face him.
	"Don't want to rush things, do we?" Ian grinned, hooking his fingers in the belt circling Jan's waist.
	"Have something in mind?" Jan asked, an eyebrow rising as Ian's hands worked at the belt.
	"Maybe," Ian drew the word out, pulling Jan's belt free and folding it in his hands. "Back up, would you?"
	Jan obliged, moving in step with Ian. "You're planning something."
	Ian blinked and put on his most innocent face.  "Me?  Planning something?"
He flashed Jan a wicked grin.  "You know me too well."
	Jan shuddered, knowing that look. He slid his hands up to Ian's waist, drawing the other closer.
"The question is... what...?"
	"Now, if I told you," Ian's grin widened. "Then it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"
	"You were saying something about me being a tease?" Jan murmured with a small grin.
	Ian placed a finger over Jan's lips. "Shhh." He continued backing Jan up, the hand holding
the belt resting on one of his companion's arms.
	Jan felt the back of his knees strike the bed and he came to a stop. Ian did not, 
however, forcing him backwards so he was looking up at the ceiling.
	"Now," Ian said, straddling Jan's waist and leaning over. "I think it is time..." He paused,
giving Jan a look. Jan smiled and held up his hands together. Ian slipped the loop of the belt over them,
then drew it tight before looping the remaining between Jan's wrists and attaching it to a fixture on
the headboard. "That I explain, in full detail, what I'm going to do."
	"And that would be?" Jan queried, giving his wrists a tug once while watching Ian. His eyes fixed
on the dragon tattoo, part of the neck coming over his shoulder, where the head rested just below his left
collar bone, the blue & purple shifting in the faint light of the room.
	"Use your imagination," Ian retorted, bending towards Jan with a wicked smile.
	Jan started to reply, but drew in a breath suddenly. "I... think I can do that..."
Neither said anything else for quite some time.


David Bowie - Little Wonder(Danny Saber Dance Mix)


	The rain was coming harder now, smacking against the windows audibly, fat droplets
colliding against the tinted glass. Somewhere within, music drifted through the room, the volume
turned low. The source was a very old, and carefully preserved record album from 20th Century earth,
this one a David Bowie. The exact title escaped Ian's mind at that particular moment, however.
	"You know," Ian finally said after a moment, raising one hand and staring at the back of it.
"I think that was a record."
	"Mrf," Jan replied, then snuggled closer. "For what?"
	"I can't seem to remember," Ian shrugged. "But it was definitely a record."
	"Hmm.." Jan slid an arm around Ian's waist beneath the covers. "If you say so, dear."
	"You know," Ian said again. "I think the rain isn't so bad after all."
	Jan raised an eyebrow, meeting the grin Ian gave as he turned over. "No?"
	"Definitely not," Ian said, his forehead resting against Jan's. "But you're welcome to
remind me why it was bad."
	Jan smiled, drawing Ian closer. "I think I can do that."