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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: On a Carpeted Battlefield
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos + Zayne Reyes, Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,130
Summary: Reyes lets a secret slip to James leaving Andrej less than thrilled.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words. Actually got this one done on time. Prompts were love is… occasionally tempestuous and love is… being met with flowers. I was actually able to work both into one fic. Go me.
“Why do you insist on betraying me, Reyes?” It was clear that Zeklos was at a point where he didn’t care how good looking or tempting his partner was, he had had it with Reyes’ big mouth. “I trusted you to keep this to yourself.”
Zayne ducked behind the bedroom door and grimaced. The bedroom was the only safe place he’d found in Andrej’s house. Aside from the bathroom, nothing else had a locking door to keep the insane Romanian out. Despite the awkwardness of hiding out in his partner’s private space, there wasn’t a chance he was going to hole himself up in a bathroom. Gross.
Cracking the bedroom door open, Reyes heard Zeklos muttering in what could only be Romanian. That wasn’t a good sign. Andrej only resorted to his native tongue when he was too incensed to speak English. Thankfully, those times were rare, but apparently he’d forced the poor boy into a downward spiral. “I’m sorry, Zek. I thought that telling James would help.”
“Taci,” Zeklos shouted.
Wincing, Zayne sighed. He knew that word and what it meant. It was something he heard out of Andrej on a regular basis, but tonight was different. And although being told to stow it in English wasn’t so bad, hearing it barked in that thick, eastern European accent made it much more intimidating than it should have been. He cracked the door again and something thumped against the outer side of the door, prompting Reyes to pull the door closed quickly. “Stop throwing things at me!”
The return response was unintelligible, mainly because Reyes hadn’t yet managed to learn more than some very simple Romanian. Sighing, he pulled out his phone and dialed. “You’ve got to help me,” he said. After listening for a long moment, he nodded. “Yeah, I know, but he’s started throwing things at the door and I’m not ashamed to say he’s starting to scare me a little. Okay, thanks.”
Reyes shoved his phone back into his pocket and settled in to wait the unreasonable detective out.
xx
He let himself into Andrej’s house via the front door. It hadn’t been locked and that worried Rosewood a little, but knowing that his boyfriend, an officer of the law, had his partner, another officer of the law, corralled in his bedroom, he wasn’t too worried about someone breaking in. Tucking the flowers he’d picked up before coming over under his arm, he shut the front door and locked it and slid the dead bolt home. Knowing they were all securely locked inside, he wandered towards the shouting.
Andrej stood at the mouth of the hallway, one arm cocked back and loaded with an expensive dress shoe. The man himself stood in his stocking feet, having already launched one shoe down the hall. In an unsuccessful attempt not to laugh, Rosewood put a hand on Andrej’s shoulder, whispering. “Andy, baby, calm down.”
Whirling around, Andrej’s eyes flashed with blue fire. “Why should I? Give me one reason why I shouldn’t break his neck for betraying my trust?”
“Because he was trying to bring us closer,” James suggested. “He went about it all wrong, but his heart was in the right place.”
“Rahat,” Zeklos growled.
“Don’t you dare start swearing at me,” James threatened voice steady and calm. “Not in any language.”
“Sorry,” Zeklos muttered, turning away from the door at the end of the hall and glancing at his boyfriend. “He never listens and it makes me so angry sometimes.”
“I know, baby,” James said, cupping the back of Andrej’s head with his hand. Holding up the flowers he’d been holding in the other, he gave them a little shake. “Truce?”
Zek gave a long, hard look at his closed bedroom door. “Do I have to apologize to him?”
“Not if you don’t want to,” Rosewood chuckled.
“Truce,” Zeklos said, taking the flowers and giving them a nice sniff. “They’re lovely, thank you.”
“You want to go get some dinner,” James asked, leading the way into the kitchen. He pulled a vase out of the cupboard above the stove and handed it to Andrej.
“Yes,” he agreed, taking the vase and adding some water before arranging the flowers into a neat bouquet. “Do we tell him?”
James grinned. It was obvious that Andrej was still more than a little pissed by the way his accent was thick as molasses. The sound of it was both erotic and terrifying. “Nah, let him stew for a bit. Maybe he’ll learn something from this.”
Turning a smile on the redhead, Andrej nodded. “We can hope.” He got quiet for a second before coming to stand in front of James. Sliding his arms around the narco’s neck, Andrej pulled him close. “Thank you for not throttling me the second you walked through the door.”
Rosewood slipped his arms around Zeklos’ waist and hugged him tight. “Why on earth would I do that? It was way too much fun listening to you threaten him in that scary voice of yours.” He loosened his hold on Zek and drew back enough to look into his eyes. “So, dinner?”
“I’m starving,” Andrej replied, kissing James’ cheek. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
xx
It had been quiet for nearly an hour and Reyes figured that Zeklos must’ve finally run out of steam. Daring the chance that he might reawaken the storm, he poked his head out of the bedroom and looked around. Nothing. Odd. “Zek? You still mad?”
No answer.
Frowning, Zayne wandered down the hallway and into the living room, finding it, too, deserted. “This is so weird.” Shaking his head, he checked the kitchen and the garage. Zeklos wasn’t anywhere to be found. Dragging his cell out of his pocket, he dialed and waited.
“Zeklos.”
“Where are you,” he said into the phone. “I thought maybe you’d finally calmed down, but you’re not here.”
“No,” Andrej laughed. “I’m not. James and I are having dinner.”
“Wait,” Zayne said, not certain he’d heard his partner correctly. “You went to dinner and left me in your house alone?”
“You’re the one who barricaded yourself inside my bedroom,” Zek answered.
“You know what? I’m really beginning to hate you.”
“I doubt that,” Andrej said, amusement thick in his voice.
“Whatever,” Reyes growled. “I’m going home.”
“You should have done that an hour ago,” Zeklos said.
“Nope,” Reyes said, ending the call. “I think I really do hate you, Zeklos.”
Shaking his head, he deposited his phone back into his pocket and exited through the front door. Making sure it was locked behind him, he went off in search of a meal of his own. Because apparently, it was too much trouble for his partner and that damn narco to ask him to come along. The jerks.
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos + Zayne Reyes, Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,130
Summary: Reyes lets a secret slip to James leaving Andrej less than thrilled.
Author’s Note: Written for the weekend challenge at
1_million_words. Actually got this one done on time. Prompts were love is… occasionally tempestuous and love is… being met with flowers. I was actually able to work both into one fic. Go me.“Why do you insist on betraying me, Reyes?” It was clear that Zeklos was at a point where he didn’t care how good looking or tempting his partner was, he had had it with Reyes’ big mouth. “I trusted you to keep this to yourself.”
Zayne ducked behind the bedroom door and grimaced. The bedroom was the only safe place he’d found in Andrej’s house. Aside from the bathroom, nothing else had a locking door to keep the insane Romanian out. Despite the awkwardness of hiding out in his partner’s private space, there wasn’t a chance he was going to hole himself up in a bathroom. Gross.
Cracking the bedroom door open, Reyes heard Zeklos muttering in what could only be Romanian. That wasn’t a good sign. Andrej only resorted to his native tongue when he was too incensed to speak English. Thankfully, those times were rare, but apparently he’d forced the poor boy into a downward spiral. “I’m sorry, Zek. I thought that telling James would help.”
“Taci,” Zeklos shouted.
Wincing, Zayne sighed. He knew that word and what it meant. It was something he heard out of Andrej on a regular basis, but tonight was different. And although being told to stow it in English wasn’t so bad, hearing it barked in that thick, eastern European accent made it much more intimidating than it should have been. He cracked the door again and something thumped against the outer side of the door, prompting Reyes to pull the door closed quickly. “Stop throwing things at me!”
The return response was unintelligible, mainly because Reyes hadn’t yet managed to learn more than some very simple Romanian. Sighing, he pulled out his phone and dialed. “You’ve got to help me,” he said. After listening for a long moment, he nodded. “Yeah, I know, but he’s started throwing things at the door and I’m not ashamed to say he’s starting to scare me a little. Okay, thanks.”
Reyes shoved his phone back into his pocket and settled in to wait the unreasonable detective out.
xx
He let himself into Andrej’s house via the front door. It hadn’t been locked and that worried Rosewood a little, but knowing that his boyfriend, an officer of the law, had his partner, another officer of the law, corralled in his bedroom, he wasn’t too worried about someone breaking in. Tucking the flowers he’d picked up before coming over under his arm, he shut the front door and locked it and slid the dead bolt home. Knowing they were all securely locked inside, he wandered towards the shouting.
Andrej stood at the mouth of the hallway, one arm cocked back and loaded with an expensive dress shoe. The man himself stood in his stocking feet, having already launched one shoe down the hall. In an unsuccessful attempt not to laugh, Rosewood put a hand on Andrej’s shoulder, whispering. “Andy, baby, calm down.”
Whirling around, Andrej’s eyes flashed with blue fire. “Why should I? Give me one reason why I shouldn’t break his neck for betraying my trust?”
“Because he was trying to bring us closer,” James suggested. “He went about it all wrong, but his heart was in the right place.”
“Rahat,” Zeklos growled.
“Don’t you dare start swearing at me,” James threatened voice steady and calm. “Not in any language.”
“Sorry,” Zeklos muttered, turning away from the door at the end of the hall and glancing at his boyfriend. “He never listens and it makes me so angry sometimes.”
“I know, baby,” James said, cupping the back of Andrej’s head with his hand. Holding up the flowers he’d been holding in the other, he gave them a little shake. “Truce?”
Zek gave a long, hard look at his closed bedroom door. “Do I have to apologize to him?”
“Not if you don’t want to,” Rosewood chuckled.
“Truce,” Zeklos said, taking the flowers and giving them a nice sniff. “They’re lovely, thank you.”
“You want to go get some dinner,” James asked, leading the way into the kitchen. He pulled a vase out of the cupboard above the stove and handed it to Andrej.
“Yes,” he agreed, taking the vase and adding some water before arranging the flowers into a neat bouquet. “Do we tell him?”
James grinned. It was obvious that Andrej was still more than a little pissed by the way his accent was thick as molasses. The sound of it was both erotic and terrifying. “Nah, let him stew for a bit. Maybe he’ll learn something from this.”
Turning a smile on the redhead, Andrej nodded. “We can hope.” He got quiet for a second before coming to stand in front of James. Sliding his arms around the narco’s neck, Andrej pulled him close. “Thank you for not throttling me the second you walked through the door.”
Rosewood slipped his arms around Zeklos’ waist and hugged him tight. “Why on earth would I do that? It was way too much fun listening to you threaten him in that scary voice of yours.” He loosened his hold on Zek and drew back enough to look into his eyes. “So, dinner?”
“I’m starving,” Andrej replied, kissing James’ cheek. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
xx
It had been quiet for nearly an hour and Reyes figured that Zeklos must’ve finally run out of steam. Daring the chance that he might reawaken the storm, he poked his head out of the bedroom and looked around. Nothing. Odd. “Zek? You still mad?”
No answer.
Frowning, Zayne wandered down the hallway and into the living room, finding it, too, deserted. “This is so weird.” Shaking his head, he checked the kitchen and the garage. Zeklos wasn’t anywhere to be found. Dragging his cell out of his pocket, he dialed and waited.
“Zeklos.”
“Where are you,” he said into the phone. “I thought maybe you’d finally calmed down, but you’re not here.”
“No,” Andrej laughed. “I’m not. James and I are having dinner.”
“Wait,” Zayne said, not certain he’d heard his partner correctly. “You went to dinner and left me in your house alone?”
“You’re the one who barricaded yourself inside my bedroom,” Zek answered.
“You know what? I’m really beginning to hate you.”
“I doubt that,” Andrej said, amusement thick in his voice.
“Whatever,” Reyes growled. “I’m going home.”
“You should have done that an hour ago,” Zeklos said.
“Nope,” Reyes said, ending the call. “I think I really do hate you, Zeklos.”
Shaking his head, he deposited his phone back into his pocket and exited through the front door. Making sure it was locked behind him, he went off in search of a meal of his own. Because apparently, it was too much trouble for his partner and that damn narco to ask him to come along. The jerks.
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Date: 2015-10-19 02:37 am (UTC)Loved it!
These three must be a blast to write.
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Date: 2015-10-19 03:53 pm (UTC)I'm definitely having fun with them, that much is certain! Glad to see you're finding them amusing as well. ;)
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Date: 2015-10-28 02:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-28 04:52 pm (UTC)Now, what you're waiting for will be a while... I have it planned to be the result of something else (no spoilers!) that brings all three of them to an agreement of sorts. :D Is that cryptic enough for you?
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Date: 2015-10-31 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-02 10:11 pm (UTC)