|sailorstarsun (sailorstarsun) wrote,|
@ 2013-02-05 22:05:00
|Current music:||'Kimi e no Christmas Song' by Ryosuke Miura|
Here's one of the side stories I've been working on. Random fun.
A notable thing about this is that it was entirely written on my iPad. .^,^
Ok, I thought it was cool.
Title: Point and Shoot
Series: as-of-yet-unnamed series that needs a name
Characters: Nicholai, Luciano, some Antonio
Warnings: brief smut
The strangest part of the holiday was that Nicholai received a gift from Antonio. It wasn't that he didn't get any gifts from Luciano's family - Luciano had received a few presents with "And Nicholai too" written on the tag as an afterthought, and Gunter had given him a nice book as a gift, though probably mostly out of politeness. But of all the people here, Antonio was the very last person he'd ever expected a gift from.
When the wrapped box was plopped into his lap, as the whole family sat around the tree, Nicholai just stared at it. "What's this?"
"It's a present," Luciano answered with a smile. "From Papa." When Nicholai continued to look at it without touching it, Luciano laughed. "Open it!"
He looked over at Antonio. "I'm afraid it'll blow up."
"Oh, that's a good idea," Antonio replied with a raised eyebrow and a tilt of his head. "I'll keep that in mind for next year."
Nicholai snorted. "Freak."
"Just open it." Luciano pushed his arm.
The present was wrapped nicely, with shimmery paper and a perfect bow. Nicholai couldn't help but wonder who wrapped it. Gunter wasn't good enough at anything creative to make such a perfect package, but Nicholai doubted Antonio did it himself. That kind of work would be below him, especially if it were for Nicholai's sake. He figured it must have been wrapped by Quincy, or the old doctor, or one of the twins, or Luciano's dad, or- fuck, there were a lot of people in this house.
He hefted the box a bit. It had a pretty good weight to it for its size. It piqued his curiosity, so he unceremoniously flipped the box over and tore the paper at the taped seam. There was no delicacy in the way he ripped the paper and snapped the ribbon that made the bow. In mere moments, the nice wrapping was shredded and tossed aside.
It was a camera. A nice one from the looks of it, though Nicholai didn't know anything about photography or its equipment. With the kind of money Antonio had and the way he liked to flaunt it, it was probably an expensive piece, but Nicholai had never shown any interest in photography, so the reason behind the gift was baffling. His only comment was "The hell?"
"I thought perhaps if you developed a hobby you would be too busy to have sex with my son," was Antonio's unabashed response.
Gunter immediately covered Luka's ears and scolded "Antonio!"
Nicholai just gave him a dumbfounded look that was mixed with his usual scowl. "I don't know shit about cameras."
"By that he means thank you," Luciano chimed in.
Antonio lowered his eyelids, looking bored and haughty. "Then educate yourself. Do something besides sit around all day."
"That means you're welcome."
In the three weeks since Christmas, Nicholai had started to get used to the camera. For the first week it just sat untouched in its box, but curiosity got the better of him, and he finally took it out and began playing with it. Ignoring the manuals, he began by experimenting with it, getting a feel for it. Then he began playing with the settings, teaching himself about f-stops and aperture through trial and error. He learned about focus and how to get the best lighting. For two weeks he was rarely seen without the camera in hand. Luciano said he was sure Antonio was proud that Nicholai liked the gift he'd gotten him, even if he'd never admit to it any more than Nicholai would admit to actually being happy with the camera.
He started off taking pictures of buildings and rivers or whatever other landmarks the city had to offer. He snapped a few shots of flowers, but they bored him, so he didn't stick with it. His favorite picture he'd taken so far was of a dog who'd jumped on him in the park. He clicked the shutter just as the dog reared up, with its tongue hanging out of the side of its mouth, and it managed to look incredibly happy in the photo. Though he deleted most of the pictures he took, he decided to keep that one.
"Hey, are you coming to bed?" Luciano asked from across the room. He was already under the covers, nude from the waist up, laying on his back with his hands behind his head.
"In a minute," Nicholai responded around the cigarette that dangled from his lips as he deleted another picture off the camera's memory card.
"Dear lord, Papa was right. You have been too busy with that thing for sex."
Nicholai's only response was to lift the camera and snap a shot of Luciano laying there. He checked the display screen, and liked what he saw. Luciano looked off-guard, but the innocent expression combined with his bare chest and relaxed pose made a nice picture. Luciano looked sexy. Nicholai gave a half smile and raised the camera again.
"Don't take pictures of me," Luciano said with a shake of his head.
Nicholai snapped another picture. He checked the screen again, and his smile turned into a feral grin.
Reaching over to stub out his cigarette, Nicholai stood from the chair he'd been sitting on and crossed over to the bed, still holding the camera. He kneeled on the bed, making his way over to where Luciano was laying, and took another picture.
"I said don't," Luciano said.
"Lay on your side," Nicholai ordered. "And put your arms like this." With one hand, he pulled Luciano into the position he wanted, on his side with his head resting on his hands. "Turn your head a little more."
He liked what he saw, so he took the picture. It was sensual; the lighting was low, and Luciano's face half buried in his hands made him look shy. Even as Luciano protested, Nicholai took a few more shots from different angles, then yanked the blanket that covered Luciano's lower half down. He tried a few mostly full-bodied pictures, but Luciano's sleep shorts ruined the effect he was going for. Without warning, he reached over and pulled the shorts off.
"Hey! You can't just rip a guy's pants off!"
Nicholai gave a dismissive snort. "You never complained before." Then he took a shot of Luciano's angry face.
"You were never holding a camera before!"
Lowering the camera with a scornful look, Nicholai asked "Since when are you so shy?"
And Luciano gave a mischievous smile. "It makes better pictures, right?"
Luciano grinned, then the angry, embarrassed face came back. "No photos!"
Nicholai took a few more pictures, including a sexy one of Luciano shyly covering his crotch with his hand. He even somehow managed to call a blush to his cheeks, perfecting the scandalized look. When Luciano rolled onto his stomach, Nicholai took some shots of the smooth planes of his back, the nape of his neck, and the curve of his ass. Though he'd never said as much, and probably never would, Nicholai thought Luciano was beautiful. Taking pictures of him, especially like this, really could become a hobby.
Reaching out once more, Nicholai flipped Luciano over again, onto his back, and pushed his legs open. With one finger on the camera's shutter and his eyes on the display screen, he watched Luciano's face as he slid the other hand along his inner thigh, snapping pictures as his expression strained with anticipation. When the hand finally wrapped around Luciano's hardening cock, he gasped. The camera's shutter snapped away.
Nicholai avoided getting Luciano's dick in any of the photos. It wasn't the effect he was going for. These shots were meant to be sensual, not pornographic. Instead, the lens stayed focused on Luciano's face, which was becoming increasingly needy and wanton. His mouth hung open, panting and gasping as Nicholai stroked him faster. His hands were balled into fists on each side of his head, gripping the pillow tightly. And though Nicholai himself had become painfully hard, he kept his camera in hand, capturing Luciano's euphoric expression in pictures.
When Luciano came, his back arched, his eyes closed tightly, and he moaned loudly. And with a smirk, Nicholai snapped his new favorite picture.
The strangest part of the day was that there was a large envelope for that monster Luciano had brought home amongst the regular mail. Nicholai had never gotten mail before, so Antonio picked up the envelope and looked at it curiously. It was from some online photo printing company. Apparently the beast took some pictures he deemed worthy of printing.
A smile crossed Antonio's lips. He didn't particularly care if Nicholai was happy, but he did so love being right. He considered finding a gift that Nicholai really liked a point scored.
He ripped open the top of the envelope, unconcerned with the fact that it wasn't addressed to him. He wanted to see the kind of photos that were being taken with his brilliant gift. But when he saw what the pictures were of - who they were of - his blood began to boil. The photographs he held crumpled as his hands balled into fists.
When Nicholai and Luciano returned to their room from the hot shower they'd taken together, they found Nicholai's camera spread across the floor in pieces.
Luciano only laughed. "I guess Papa saw your pictures."
Nicholai stared at the metal and glass that littered their bedroom floor. He wasn't really angry; it wasn't like he'd bought the camera himself, so it wasn't money out of his pocket, and he still had all of his favorite pictures saved on Luciano's computer. But after all this time, occasionally it still amazed him how destructive Antonio's temper could be.
"Your father..." Nicholai said slowly. "Is one crazy motherfucker."