Azziria's journal

Drabble following on from Intelligence.

Pulling rank

One of the perks of being Prince Consort is that when you bark, courtiers jump.

"Out!" Danny snaps, "Everybody out!" and an unseemly scramble of gentlemen of the bedchamber leaves him and Prince Steven alone.

"Daniel," Steven says, straightening formally, and despite his state of deshabille he somehow still manages to look utterly regal. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Steven," Danny says, "we need to talk."

Steven looks... cornered. "If you wish to request an audience then my Private Secretary..."

Danny shakes his head and wonders if laying a Crown Prince out with a right hook constitutes treason.

Follows on from Let's dance.

Affairs of State

Danny's no fool, he's always known what a Royal marriage might mean - affairs of State come before personal feelings when you're a Prince of the realm. He's always known that he's a commodity, to be married off for Jersey's benefit. He just hadn't expected to like his spouse so much. Or to find him so hot. And he'd thought the feeling was mutual.

But maybe Prince Steven was just doing his duty on their wedding night.

Maybe Danny needs to resign himself to a life of celibacy with nothing but sex toys and his good right hand for gratification.

Drabble following on from Going viral.

By Royal invitation

The envelope is made of rich, creamy paper and sealed with the Royal seal.

"Daniel," Steven's script is strong and regular, "I am pleased to inform you that the unfortunate matter of the video can now be considered closed. However, my advisers recommend that we appear together at this evening's charity dinner to demonstrate that we are unconcerned by recent events. I therefore cordially request that you attend me in my personal reception rooms at 7 o'clock this evening. Prince Steven."

Danny frowns. What sort of husband sends a formal invitation to dinner to his spouse instead of just asking?

Drabble following on from Proof of purchase.

( Signed, sealed, delivered (NC-17) )

Challenging myself to 100 words a day this week. Because I really need a hobby.

Drabble written for the 1_million_words word of the day prompt: Quixotic.

Prince Charming

As a suitor, Prince Steven is proving infuriating, one minute showering Danny with gifts so perfectly-judged that Danny wonders how many surveillance devices the Prince has planted in his staterooms during the few over-chaperoned and frustratingly chaste meetings sanctioned by their royal advisors, and the next unexpectedly disappearing off on a ridiculously dangerous month-long quest to prove his devotion by slaying a mythical beast.

Danny really doesn't need a dragon's head.

What Danny needs is for Prince Steven to survive long enough for Danny to discover whether he's as quixotic in the marriage bed as he is out of it.

Drabble written for the 1_million_words word of the day prompt: Mediate.

Mediation

For all his training – and thank God for that training – Steve's never had to mediate between two parties in a dispute that is quite so sensitive or quite so important before. Because if he manages to persuade the warring parties to agree to a cessation in hostilities - or at least to an uneasy truce- then life will be bearable, whereas if he fails he'll be living in a battle zone for weeks to come.

He'll give it his best shot. If Danny and his teenage daughter need a mediator to sort things out between them, then Steve's their man.

Drabble written for the 1_million_words word of the day prompt: Lucid.

Gone

In his more lucid moments he remembers who he is. Remembers where he is and – worst of all – remembers why he's here. But then the pain and the memories well up and engulf him in a wave of black despair and he's not strong enough to bear it, he hits the button, welcoming the numbness as the drugs kick in and he can let go and fall back into a world where none of this ever happened.

A world where the bomb never detonated and where there's still time for him to tell Danny how he really feels about him.

A triple drabble reward for mcgarrett for the 1_million_words weekend challenge.

( A sure thing (Steve/Danny, NC-17) )

Drabble written for the 1_million_words word of the day prompt: Astute. Follows on from Temptation.

Blown

With his last few remaining coherent thoughts Danny wonders how the fuck this happened. Where did he go wrong, what did he let slip, how did his cover get blown? He'd been so careful about everything he said and did, approached this like every other undercover operation he's ever been part of, and yet still he got made.

But he's astute enough to know that you don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Especially when said gift horse seems to be intent on using said mouth to suck your brains out through your dick.

Damn, Steve's good at this.

Drabble written for the 1_million_words word of the day prompt: Impeccable.

Future imperfect

Steve's in his dress blues, medal ribbons perfectly horizontal, tie perfectly straight, clean-shaven and with not a hair out of place, and his manners are impeccable, just like his uniform. He escorts Danny's mother into dinner on his arm as though she's the Queen of England, engages Danny's father in polite conversation that exhibits the appropriate level of interest without being intrusive, and generally behaves like the perfectly-trained Navy automaton that Danny knows he isn't.

It's driving Danny wild. All he can think about is how long it'll be until he can get Steve all alone and mess him up.