HoM fanfic: "Feather Comforter"
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eliyesTitle: Feather Comforter
'verse: House of M (Marvel canon AU)
Characters: Sabretooth, the Angel, the Iceman
Author's notes: Non-slash snuggling -- it's good for what ails ya!
Victor Creed stood over the bed and took a moment to appreciate the tableau his slumbering teammates made. The bed itself was large, with a generous amount of clear space to either side, the better to accommodate the six-limbed mutant who usually used it. The Angel habitually slept on his belly, letting his large, white-feathered wings sprawl a bit. Conversely, the man in the bed with him was on his back, one arm flung to the side with the other wrapped loosely around his bedmate below the wings. The Angel had him pinned with a leg, an arm, and half a torso, face pressed into the juncture of neck and shoulder.
They weren't naked -- they wore pajama pants and boxer shorts, respectively -- nor did they smell like sex. To the best of his knowledge, they had never gone that route; this intimacy was innocently platonic.
He suppressed a snort of amusement. Innocence wasn't something the Horsemen of Apocalypse could truly claim. He had seen these men in battle, fought beside them. What was more, he knew how the humans now under their master's power saw them. The Angel, whose beauty and unearthly grace could have sent Michaelangelo into raptures, was a symbol of the End Times to some, a point in proof of an uncaring God. The unprepossessing brunet he cuddled like a teddy bear was in fact the elemental Iceman, whose deceptively normal appearance here usually gave way to an inhuman guise and devastating power. Here in North Africa, his chilling attention could be balm or bane.
Good men to work with, if you happened to be the Sabretooth. And as much as their loyalty to each other were what lead to this sort of vulnerable private moment, it was a greater allegiance that gave him cause to stealth in on it. Service to Apocalypse was paramount, and he'd been sent with a summons.
He kicked the bed hard enough to jostle them awake.
"Up an' at 'em, boys. The boss wants to see us."
'verse: House of M (Marvel canon AU)
Characters: Sabretooth, the Angel, the Iceman
Author's notes: Non-slash snuggling -- it's good for what ails ya!
Victor Creed stood over the bed and took a moment to appreciate the tableau his slumbering teammates made. The bed itself was large, with a generous amount of clear space to either side, the better to accommodate the six-limbed mutant who usually used it. The Angel habitually slept on his belly, letting his large, white-feathered wings sprawl a bit. Conversely, the man in the bed with him was on his back, one arm flung to the side with the other wrapped loosely around his bedmate below the wings. The Angel had him pinned with a leg, an arm, and half a torso, face pressed into the juncture of neck and shoulder.
They weren't naked -- they wore pajama pants and boxer shorts, respectively -- nor did they smell like sex. To the best of his knowledge, they had never gone that route; this intimacy was innocently platonic.
He suppressed a snort of amusement. Innocence wasn't something the Horsemen of Apocalypse could truly claim. He had seen these men in battle, fought beside them. What was more, he knew how the humans now under their master's power saw them. The Angel, whose beauty and unearthly grace could have sent Michaelangelo into raptures, was a symbol of the End Times to some, a point in proof of an uncaring God. The unprepossessing brunet he cuddled like a teddy bear was in fact the elemental Iceman, whose deceptively normal appearance here usually gave way to an inhuman guise and devastating power. Here in North Africa, his chilling attention could be balm or bane.
Good men to work with, if you happened to be the Sabretooth. And as much as their loyalty to each other were what lead to this sort of vulnerable private moment, it was a greater allegiance that gave him cause to stealth in on it. Service to Apocalypse was paramount, and he'd been sent with a summons.
He kicked the bed hard enough to jostle them awake.
"Up an' at 'em, boys. The boss wants to see us."
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