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Challenge Eleven
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emothy wrote in shutupanddoeet
After a long while, we are going to get back on track and try our hands at some writing again, yes? XD

Take a peek at the image prompts, based around Primary and Secondary colours:

Purple Poison
Cry in Purple
Purple Sigh

On the Blue

Green no2
Green, Green, Green

Yellow Sonata
Speeding Yellow
Yellow Bricked Road

Orange Simplicity

Red Vase
The Red Umbrella
Red Shift

- You get about one week to write (up until new prompts are posted, either next Friday or Saturday). Post your works as comments to this entry, or if the length is too much, please link us in the comments!
- Prompts are only to be used as inspiration, you do NOT need to include everything or anything from the image! 'The Red Umbrella' could have you setting a story in the rain, or writing about an item going missing because it reminds you of last year when you forgot your umbrella on a bus. As long as the image inspires something, it counts!
- Fiction, fanfiction, poetry, anything else you can think of; it is all accepted! We're just trying to encourage some creativity here ;)

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Here goes: Drugged, Nightrunner, Alec, Seregil, Thero, PG-13 (ish), 762 words (purple poison)

Alec laughs and the noise sounds distant to his ears and for a brief second he thinks to be afraid. But then Seregil is there, glaring at someone – him? Alec wonders, but no, Thero is right behind him and that's probably who Seregil was pissed at. They had started to get along a little better, but there's still a little animosity between them and really, Seregil shouldn't be glaring at poor Thero like that, ready to murder him, because Thero's not really that bad-

"What did you give him?" Seregil demands, his voice drowning out Alec's and it's only then that Alec realizes he's been talking aloud the entire time. There's a faint look of horror on Thero's face but nothing is going on and there's no need to be concerned, really. Really. Everything's going to be fine.

Alec reaches out to pat Thero's arm in an attempt to comfort him, only he stumbles a little when he reaches out and Seregil grabs him, steadies him and Alec's hand stills a few inches above Thero's arm, the simple touch of Seregil's hands through his clothes sending a jolt of electricity down his spine. "Oh," he breathes, amaze, and drops his hand to Thero's arm. The jolt is stronger; the feeling of bare flesh beneath his fingers a delight to his senses. Even if it's Thero.

Thero looks at him, the horror on his face growing, and Seregil growls a little. That too sends a shiver down Alec's spine and he turns his head to look at Seregil. Who isn't looking at him, but Thero, with something close to murder in his eyes and Alec, sensing something odd, drops his hand from Thero's arm. The lack of touch makes him feel lonely though, and he reaches out again, desperate for contact.

Seregil grabs his hand, twining their fingers together, and Alec gasps at the feeling. He shifts closer to Seregil, wanting that touch all over his body. Every second that goes by without feeling Seregil against him is a minute, threatening to stretch into hours, and Alec is desperate. He reaches out with his free hand to undo the laces at Seregil's neck, but Seregil stays his hand with a simple touch. Only it's not so simple, because it traps his hand between Seregil's clothes and bare hand and Alec wants to feel his skin, damnit, not his clothes and the hand just isn't enough. He tugs, hoping to catch Seregil's attention, but Seregil is staring daggers at Thero.

"It was meant to be a harmless potion," Thero insisted, glancing from the table where a mostly empty bottle rested to Seregil to Alec and back again. "I just wanted to test something out. Something must have gone wrong in mixing it – I swear I wouldn't –"

"You better be able to fix it," Seregil said. He would have grabbed Thero if Alec hadn't been clinging to him. As it was, he had his hands full with Alec.

Alec shifted closer yet again, not caring about the argument going on over his head, and pressed his body against Seregil's, moaning audibly as he felt his lover's body. The only issue was the clothing. He wished it wasn't there. Tugging at his hands again proved useless – Seregil wasn't about to let him go. But there were other ways to get Seregil undressed, Alec knew, and moved his head, pressing a kiss to the column of Seregil's throat and running his lips down until the laces blocked his way. Then it was just a simple matter of using his teeth to tug and loosen the laces until –

Seregil moved back, although he didn't let go of Alec's hands. "Alec!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

Alec blinked up at him, wide-eyed and innocent. He was just trying to undress Seregil, was there anything wrong with that? "You're wearing too many clothes," he said, frowning a little. "We both are."

Behind him, Thero gasped and mumbled something and Alec heard something hit the floor. He twisted to look at Thero, standing there blushing. When he realized Alec was staring at him and that Seregil was probably minutes away from murdering him, he stumbled backwards.

"I'll figure out what went wrong and start on an antidote right now," he said, tripping on the hem of his robes in his haste to back away.

"Thero's wearing too many clothes, too." Alec sighed. "Everyone is wearing too much."

"You better fix this," Seregil said and even though Thero was nearly out of the room, he could still feel the glare.

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