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dorksidefikerTITLE: Boy Toy
AUTHOR:dorksidefiker
FANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Billy/Victor, Magneto, Julian, Kat Farrell
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 89. Toys
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: In which Victor’s life gets turned upside down.
WARNINGS: AU! Slash! House of M-ness!
NOTES: What IS it with me and House of M AUs?
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
“So what’s it like being Prince William’s boy toy?” Julian teased, placing himself between Victor and the door.
“I hate telepaths,” Victor growled, “And paparazzi,” he added, snatching the tabloid out of Julian’s hand. He took one look at the picture of him and William splashed across the front page. “Hate,” he repeated, “with the fire of a million suns.”
“That’s what you get for hooking up with tabloid fodder,” Julian told him without a trace of pity.
Victor ducked under Julian’s arm, heading out the door.
“Rushing off for a romantic rendezvous?” the telekinetic asked.
“None of your business,” Victor snapped.
“That’s a ‘yes’ if I ever heard one.”
***
“I’m sorry,” William said. “I didn’t think anyone would leak this so fast.”
“So what you’re telling me is that this was only a matter of time?” Victor asked wearily.
“It would have been better if we could have put the word out ourselves,” William explained. “The family spin doctors want you, by the way. But not tonight.” He set out a pair of glasses and held up a bottle of purloined wine.
“Will, my parents have people camped out on their font lawn,” Victor said worriedly. “They’ve been getting these phone calls…”
“I’ll see that they get a security detail,” William assured him. “Relax.” He poured the wine, then took Victor’s arm and pulled him towards the bed. “We’re celebrating, remember?”
“I haven’t forgotten,” Victor replied. “But I’m not sure I want to be here when people are calling me your newest boy toy.”
William put his fingers under Victor’s chin, tilting his face up. “You will never be just a boy toy, and anyone who thinks otherwise is gonna end up a frog.”
Victor sighed softly, smiling. “As soon as you figure out how to turn people into toads. Alright.” He picked up one of the glasses, holding it up in a toast. “Cheers.”
“To us,” William said, mirroring Victor’s gesture.
***
The reporter was an eager young flatscan with red hair and glasses, there to do a fluff piece and to prove that the House of Magnus was perfectly accepting of the Homo Sapians (as long as it wasn’t anything important, anyway). They both had a list of topics that they could and could not discuss, handed to them by the chief press secretary.
“So, tell me about Fairbury,” she said brightly.
***
Victor had never felt as much terror before as he did when he found himself facing Eric Magnus. His liege, the Great Emancipator, the ruler of the world in all but name.
He looked kind of like Ian McKellan.
“So,” the old man said, “tell me about Fairbury.”
***
“What do you mean, I’m being put in the reserves?” Victor demanded. “I’ve worked damn hard to earn my rank-”
“Orders, from up top.”
***
William laughed softly. “I’ll teach you a few tricks for losing a security detail,” he assured Victor, planting a kiss on the back of his neck.
“I’d rather be on the security detail,” Victor grumbled, rolling away. “I’m starting to feel like a kept boy, Will.”
“Welcome to my world, babe, and I can’t do anything about it without making you feel more like one. Thus, we reach an impasse.” He scooted closer, nuzzling Victor’s neck. “Sorry.”
“I knew what I was getting in to,” Victor murmured, rolling over so he was facing the prince and combing his fingers through his hair. “Now, do you think you can do that thing with your tongue again?”
“Your wish is my command.”
AUTHOR:
dorksidefikerFANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Billy/Victor, Magneto, Julian, Kat Farrell
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 89. Toys
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: In which Victor’s life gets turned upside down.
WARNINGS: AU! Slash! House of M-ness!
NOTES: What IS it with me and House of M AUs?
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
“So what’s it like being Prince William’s boy toy?” Julian teased, placing himself between Victor and the door.
“I hate telepaths,” Victor growled, “And paparazzi,” he added, snatching the tabloid out of Julian’s hand. He took one look at the picture of him and William splashed across the front page. “Hate,” he repeated, “with the fire of a million suns.”
“That’s what you get for hooking up with tabloid fodder,” Julian told him without a trace of pity.
Victor ducked under Julian’s arm, heading out the door.
“Rushing off for a romantic rendezvous?” the telekinetic asked.
“None of your business,” Victor snapped.
“That’s a ‘yes’ if I ever heard one.”
***
“I’m sorry,” William said. “I didn’t think anyone would leak this so fast.”
“So what you’re telling me is that this was only a matter of time?” Victor asked wearily.
“It would have been better if we could have put the word out ourselves,” William explained. “The family spin doctors want you, by the way. But not tonight.” He set out a pair of glasses and held up a bottle of purloined wine.
“Will, my parents have people camped out on their font lawn,” Victor said worriedly. “They’ve been getting these phone calls…”
“I’ll see that they get a security detail,” William assured him. “Relax.” He poured the wine, then took Victor’s arm and pulled him towards the bed. “We’re celebrating, remember?”
“I haven’t forgotten,” Victor replied. “But I’m not sure I want to be here when people are calling me your newest boy toy.”
William put his fingers under Victor’s chin, tilting his face up. “You will never be just a boy toy, and anyone who thinks otherwise is gonna end up a frog.”
Victor sighed softly, smiling. “As soon as you figure out how to turn people into toads. Alright.” He picked up one of the glasses, holding it up in a toast. “Cheers.”
“To us,” William said, mirroring Victor’s gesture.
***
The reporter was an eager young flatscan with red hair and glasses, there to do a fluff piece and to prove that the House of Magnus was perfectly accepting of the Homo Sapians (as long as it wasn’t anything important, anyway). They both had a list of topics that they could and could not discuss, handed to them by the chief press secretary.
“So, tell me about Fairbury,” she said brightly.
***
Victor had never felt as much terror before as he did when he found himself facing Eric Magnus. His liege, the Great Emancipator, the ruler of the world in all but name.
He looked kind of like Ian McKellan.
“So,” the old man said, “tell me about Fairbury.”
***
“What do you mean, I’m being put in the reserves?” Victor demanded. “I’ve worked damn hard to earn my rank-”
“Orders, from up top.”
***
William laughed softly. “I’ll teach you a few tricks for losing a security detail,” he assured Victor, planting a kiss on the back of his neck.
“I’d rather be on the security detail,” Victor grumbled, rolling away. “I’m starting to feel like a kept boy, Will.”
“Welcome to my world, babe, and I can’t do anything about it without making you feel more like one. Thus, we reach an impasse.” He scooted closer, nuzzling Victor’s neck. “Sorry.”
“I knew what I was getting in to,” Victor murmured, rolling over so he was facing the prince and combing his fingers through his hair. “Now, do you think you can do that thing with your tongue again?”
“Your wish is my command.”