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valmoraTitle: eau-de-désir (I'm so unhappy with this title I'm not even going to translate it)
Fandom: Banlieue 13 (District B13)
Characters: Leïto+Damien, Lola
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: characters + world not mine, no money made
Notes: If you know nothing of Cyrano de Bergerac, you are missing a glorious tragicomedy and should read it (don't watch the Steve Martin version; it "fixed" the ending. watch the one with Gérard Depardieu in French, or read a translation, or the original if you can).
A few thoughts are had around water, most of them about how incredibly ridiculous Leïto's crush on Damien is, with bonus mention of extremely large noses.
Leïto’s in the middle of picking through Damien’s dresser looking for something to wear, towel wrapped around his hips, when Lola pokes him in the shoulder and says, “You want to sleep with him.”
He jerks his arm out of her way; her nails haven’t been cut for a while, so getting poked stings. “I don’t.”
“You do,” she says, crossing her arms. “I saw the way you two fight.” She looks up at him through her bangs; she took a shower while Leïto and Damien went to visit Krüger, so she looks a lot healthier now that the makeup’s gone.
The white noise of the shower running stops. Leïto gives his sister a look and she grins at him, holding a finger against her lips while he finally grabs a shirt.
Leïto ignores Lola’s suggestion that he grill Damien on his sexual habits for the first of the two months that they’re in Damien’s apartment. It would be in poor taste to start trying to get in his host’s pants – well. He actually is in Damien’s pants, literally, since the only clothes that Leïto brought with him were the ones he was wearing. He and Damien are pretty much the same size, so he just borrows a couple pairs of pants and a few shirts and uses that as his wardrobe. He sometimes has to do laundry while wearing a towel, but that doesn’t seem to bother anybody.
And despite what Lola says to tease him, Damien has absolutely no trouble keeping his gaze on Leïto’s face whenever Leïto is shirtless.
Leïto wishes he could say the same, but it would be wrong in two ways: not only does he doubt he could do it, but Damien never goes shirtless.
Then one day Leïto is about to do the laundry – clothed, this time – when Damien walks back into the apartment, home from a post-job workout at the dojo. Damien stops him with a quiet, “Wait,” drops his gym bag, drawing back his shoulders to let his jacket fall to the floor, before pulling off his sleeveless shirt and dropping it in the basket.
“That all?” Leïto asks, shifting his weight, flicking his eyes down Damien’s chest. Damien has the hard musculature of a man who needs his body to do everything he asks of it, because his life depends on it. Leïto swallows and drags his eyes to the wall.
Damien shakes his head minutely in Leïto’s peripheral vision, toeing off his sneakers and leaning over to pull off his socks. Those, too, go in the basket, making a perfect complement to Leïto’s brain, which needs to be washed also. Shit.
“Thanks,” Damien says, hefting his gym bag and coat and nodding at Leïto on his way to the bedroom and, by extension, the shower.
Leïto nods back. “No problem.”
The shower has just started running when Lola leans agains the sink next to where he’s fiddling with the laundry machine controls.
“So, Cyrano,” she says, “how about doing something, before some lovely Christine in the police force with a great smile and a penchant for running through the city streets steals his heart?”
“My nose,” he declares, into the ‘start’ button, “is large, but not as large as that. And I hate poetry.”
“And Roxane would probably have been less than charmed by watching him fight. Instead of being willing to spar with him.”
Leïto grunts.
He spends the last half-month going running through the city whenever he starts thinking too hard about Damien. It gives him an excuse to take cold showers.
At the gate to Banlieue 13 he holds Damien’s hand, his arm, and wants nothing more than to pull him in, to breathe on Damien’s skin. He imagines trying to find the places on Damien’s body that would give him pleasure, already knowing the shape of his pain, then lets go.
Which is why he can’t stop the flare of envious betrayal when Lola kisses Damien, casual, like a promise. And why he can’t look away, turning himself to see better, shocked that his sister would kiss Damien of all people.
He can’t help noticing that Damien doesn’t respond, and, okay, it would be stupid to imagine that to be a favorable sign. But it’s not an unfavorable one, and the apartment building doesn’t have a water tank big enough for him to be taking cold showers as often as he’d need to, to keep up any sort of pretense he doesn’t want Damien.
Maybe when Damien visits, he thinks, and glances back.
Fandom: Banlieue 13 (District B13)
Characters: Leïto+Damien, Lola
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: characters + world not mine, no money made
Notes: If you know nothing of Cyrano de Bergerac, you are missing a glorious tragicomedy and should read it (don't watch the Steve Martin version; it "fixed" the ending. watch the one with Gérard Depardieu in French, or read a translation, or the original if you can).
A few thoughts are had around water, most of them about how incredibly ridiculous Leïto's crush on Damien is, with bonus mention of extremely large noses.
Leïto’s in the middle of picking through Damien’s dresser looking for something to wear, towel wrapped around his hips, when Lola pokes him in the shoulder and says, “You want to sleep with him.”
He jerks his arm out of her way; her nails haven’t been cut for a while, so getting poked stings. “I don’t.”
“You do,” she says, crossing her arms. “I saw the way you two fight.” She looks up at him through her bangs; she took a shower while Leïto and Damien went to visit Krüger, so she looks a lot healthier now that the makeup’s gone.
The white noise of the shower running stops. Leïto gives his sister a look and she grins at him, holding a finger against her lips while he finally grabs a shirt.
Leïto ignores Lola’s suggestion that he grill Damien on his sexual habits for the first of the two months that they’re in Damien’s apartment. It would be in poor taste to start trying to get in his host’s pants – well. He actually is in Damien’s pants, literally, since the only clothes that Leïto brought with him were the ones he was wearing. He and Damien are pretty much the same size, so he just borrows a couple pairs of pants and a few shirts and uses that as his wardrobe. He sometimes has to do laundry while wearing a towel, but that doesn’t seem to bother anybody.
And despite what Lola says to tease him, Damien has absolutely no trouble keeping his gaze on Leïto’s face whenever Leïto is shirtless.
Leïto wishes he could say the same, but it would be wrong in two ways: not only does he doubt he could do it, but Damien never goes shirtless.
Then one day Leïto is about to do the laundry – clothed, this time – when Damien walks back into the apartment, home from a post-job workout at the dojo. Damien stops him with a quiet, “Wait,” drops his gym bag, drawing back his shoulders to let his jacket fall to the floor, before pulling off his sleeveless shirt and dropping it in the basket.
“That all?” Leïto asks, shifting his weight, flicking his eyes down Damien’s chest. Damien has the hard musculature of a man who needs his body to do everything he asks of it, because his life depends on it. Leïto swallows and drags his eyes to the wall.
Damien shakes his head minutely in Leïto’s peripheral vision, toeing off his sneakers and leaning over to pull off his socks. Those, too, go in the basket, making a perfect complement to Leïto’s brain, which needs to be washed also. Shit.
“Thanks,” Damien says, hefting his gym bag and coat and nodding at Leïto on his way to the bedroom and, by extension, the shower.
Leïto nods back. “No problem.”
The shower has just started running when Lola leans agains the sink next to where he’s fiddling with the laundry machine controls.
“So, Cyrano,” she says, “how about doing something, before some lovely Christine in the police force with a great smile and a penchant for running through the city streets steals his heart?”
“My nose,” he declares, into the ‘start’ button, “is large, but not as large as that. And I hate poetry.”
“And Roxane would probably have been less than charmed by watching him fight. Instead of being willing to spar with him.”
Leïto grunts.
He spends the last half-month going running through the city whenever he starts thinking too hard about Damien. It gives him an excuse to take cold showers.
At the gate to Banlieue 13 he holds Damien’s hand, his arm, and wants nothing more than to pull him in, to breathe on Damien’s skin. He imagines trying to find the places on Damien’s body that would give him pleasure, already knowing the shape of his pain, then lets go.
Which is why he can’t stop the flare of envious betrayal when Lola kisses Damien, casual, like a promise. And why he can’t look away, turning himself to see better, shocked that his sister would kiss Damien of all people.
He can’t help noticing that Damien doesn’t respond, and, okay, it would be stupid to imagine that to be a favorable sign. But it’s not an unfavorable one, and the apartment building doesn’t have a water tank big enough for him to be taking cold showers as often as he’d need to, to keep up any sort of pretense he doesn’t want Damien.
Maybe when Damien visits, he thinks, and glances back.
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Date: 2009-03-16 09:14 am (UTC)I love that Lola is at the hub of the story, even though she doesn't have to be. The bit about Leito's brain needing to be washed also is hilarious.
And, dude, if there's anyone who can get to the moon by standing on an iron plate & throwing a magnet upward, it's Leito or Damien.
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Date: 2009-03-16 01:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-16 05:53 pm (UTC)I LOLed at Leito needing to wash his brain, and of course Lola would know exactly what is really going on. My interpretation of the kiss has always been that she was a) testing Damien and b) giving her brother a wake-up call. I'm joining the chorus begging for a sequel, since you've set the scene for a visit so nicely! ;)
Also, welcome to the community, and thanks for contributing these goodies straight away!
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Date: 2009-03-16 07:12 pm (UTC)I love Lola, reading her brother like a book and teasing him mercilessly. And also hopefully spurning him to stop stalling and make his move ;-)
There has to be more, right? Right?
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Date: 2009-03-19 05:22 pm (UTC)Nice description of Damien's physique, by the way (and poor Leito's reaction LOL). It is extremely annoying that we never get to appreciate it in the movie. :(
Maybe when Damien visits, he thinks, and glances back.
You do realize you've just basically promised a sequel, right? Pretty please with DamienandLeito on top?
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Date: 2011-11-08 09:54 am (UTC)Love your writing. Love the way this makes me want to scream at them. Lola is Brilliant *g* Poor Leito. :D