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The Les Mis Anon Kink Meme, Round 8
and I am winterborn
10littlebullets wrote in makinghugospin
Since LJ seems to have finally capitulated to the Russian government and is now subject to Russian anti-obscenity laws, I'm not going to take a chance on sudden deletions. The Les Mis kinkmeme now lives at https://lesmiskinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/. (Round 8 here.) Everything has been backed up there. The LJ kinkmeme will stay up, but is now closed to new comments.

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Re: Fill: Decorum Est 1/6

(Anonymous)
There was a long silence after that – Grantaire seemed out of words at last, or perhaps too spent to search for any. Enjolras, still a trifle unsteady, moved towards the table where he had left his clothes and began to dress.

When he was clothed again, he turned to face Grantaire, who had propped himself up on his elbows to better watch Enjolras.

“Well.” It was hard to know how to follow that, but something had to be said. “Did you find what you came here for?”

“Say whether I pleased you, and then I will know.”

“Do you pretend then that you took no pleasure for you own sake? I would not believe that even had I not seen evidence of it. You wear your desires plainly.”

“I have no desire to hide them.” Grantaire moved slowly to his feet and looked inquiringly at Enjolras. “Do you?”

“I have been quite open about what I desire most. No man can dispute that. The rest-“ Enjolras waved a hand dismissively, “the rest do not matter.”

“True, your mistress need never doubt you. You are ever faithful in her cause. But I am made for doubts, so I beg you again to tell me whether I pleased you.”

“You beg much tonight.”

Grantaire shrugged slightly. “Tonight you have been generous; why shouldn’t I try my luck further?”

“And if I say no?”

“Then I will know how to answer your question.”

Enjolras weighed his thoughts, unable to explain his reluctance even to himself. Grantaire had pleased him, and therein, he realized, lay the problem. Grantaire’s many disappointments had not been undone, and Enjolras was still angry at him under the pleasant haze of his release. But worse, Enjolras had taken what he wanted from Grantaire for his own sake. As his leader, he had a right to Grantaire’s compliance. As his fellow citizen, he had a right to Grantaire’s passion. But as Enjolras, he had no right to demand either of Grantaire, or to take them when offered. Grantaire had not done as he ought, true, but neither had Enjolras. But to lie would be to compound the sin; Justice demanded honesty.

“Very well. I will say it: you pleased me. But I would rather have been pleased as a patriot than as a man. I cannot give you absolution on that score.”

Grantaire smiled beatifically, as though Enjolras had offered him love sonnets rather than a half-hearted concession as much rebuke as praise. The expression almost made him look handsome. “Then I have hope. I have pleased you once, I may please you again.”

“Do not rely on it.” Enjolras looked Grantaire square in the face and made his expression neutral. “If you are satisfied, you may leave. I have much to do and too few hours to accomplish it all.”

“Perhaps I could help, if you would let me.”

“You would hinder,” said Enjolras coldly. “As you are doing now.” Grantaire moved to protest, but Enjolras forestalled him with a sharp gesture. “Nothing of substance has changed.”

“Ah well.” Grantaire sighed in apparent defeat. “I never could comprehend substance. Goodnight then, if you wish it.”

“I do.”

Grantaire had moved to the door, but he paused with his hand on the handle. “May I kiss you before I go?”

“No.”

He expected Grantaire to argue, to wheedle and beg, but Grantaire merely nodded, waved a hand in mock salute, and walked out into the night.

A rush of cold wind came through the open door behind him. Even in parting Grantaire, made trouble wherever he went. Enjolras shivered, and wondered whether he would have been warmer with the memory of a kiss on his lips.

It didn’t matter. He had always burned bright enough alone.
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*Fill: Decorum Est 6/6

(Anonymous)
Sorry, screwed up the subject lines on 4 and 6...I'm probably too tired to be posting anything right now.
-Author Anon
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Re: Fill: Decorum Est 1/6

(Anonymous)
Hoooooooot!
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Re: Fill: Decorum Est 1/6

(Anonymous)
Success! I'm glad (and relieved) to hear it.

-Author!Anon
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Re: Fill: Decorum Est 1/6

(Anonymous)
Yes, good! This is the fucked up Enjolras/Grantaire that I signed up for.
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Re: Fill: Decorum Est 1/6

(Anonymous)
Excellent; that's exactly the reaction I was going for. I like to hope that they can be at least a little better than this, but I can't say I've got full confidence...

(thank you!)
-Author!Anon
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Re: Fill: Decorum Est 1/6

(Anonymous)
this is so hot and so well-written. your enjolras voice is fantastic.
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Re: Fill: Decorum Est 1/6

(Anonymous)
Thank you!!! I don't really have experiencing writing this sort of thing, so I was a bit nervous posting it. I'm glad you think it came out alright anyway.

Although I feel like being told I have a good Enjolras voice is maybe something I should be concerned about, even if it was my goal here... (just kidding - thank you, really)

-Author!Anon
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Re: Fill: Decorum Est 1/6

(Anonymous)
Oooh, this was beautiful and heartbreaking. Thanks so much for posting! :D xx
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