AFF Prompt Responses

Written for the prompt: Snow.

Fic Type: FlashFic

Warnings: Implied and referenced SoloM, Fetishes, M/M contact, yaoi-ish.

Rating: Adult

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Noel couldn’t sleep. He sat in his room, staring out the window at the falling snow. The powdery flakes floated to the earth, turning everything white. The air in the building was stale, and much too hot for Noel’s liking. The owner of the small inn he and his friends were staying at had the heat cranked up. He doubted anyone else was able to sleep, either. Noel decided to go for a walk to cool off. He bundled up, and left the inn. The cold air hitting his lungs was painful at first, but he quickly got use to it. Snow crunched beneath his feet. The sound of it echoed down the otherwise empty and silent street.

As he neared the end of the lane, Noel’s ears twitched at a noise off to his left. He looked around for the source of it, but the only thing there was a bunch of barrels. The sound got louder, it was…heavy breathing? The zoologist frowned in confusion. The noise seemed to be coming from the inside of one of the barrels. His confusion turned to worry. What if an animal was trapped in one of them? He heard a low growl. An animal was trapped! Noel noticed one of the barrels had a lid that wasn’t on properly. What he found inside surprised him.

“Ashton?” Noel’s voice came out in a hoarse whisper. “What are you doing?”

The swordsman’s face was red. His hands were clasped over his lap, and he looked guilty and embarrassed. His dragons seemed amused. “I…um…couldn’t sleep.” Ashton replied.

“Neither could I.” Noel said. “But why are you in that barrel?”

Ashton’s blush deepened. He looked away and didn’t respond. Creepy made a sound that was probably supposed to be laughter. Weepy bit Ashton’s hair.

What was going on finally dawned on Noel. He blushed and stammered an apology. “I-I’m sorry for intruding upon s-something so private.” The animal lover turned and walked away. The crunch of the snow beneath his feet was now deafening in the awkward silence.

Noel returned to the inn. He sat on the deck and watched the snow. It was falling harder now, the wispy powder transformed into heavy gobs. Ashton joined him. The silence remained thick and uncomfortable for quite some time. Then, Ashton spoke.

“Do you…” He started, then turned away. “eh, never mind.”

Noel looked over at him. “What is it?” He asked.

Ashton had a hesitant expression. “Do you have any fetishes?” The question came out rushed, all the words piling on top of each other.

It took a moment for Noel to process what the swordsman said. The animal enthusiast managed to nod in reply. Noel wasn’t comfortable talking about sex. From the looks of things, neither was Ashton.

The dragon host squirmed in his seat. “Well, it’s good to know I’m not the only one.” Ashton said with a nervous laugh. “What is yours?”

“I’d rather not say.” Noel mumbled.

“That’s not fair.” Ashton whined. “You caught me acting on mine. Can’t you at least tell me what yours is so I can stop feeling so weird?”

Noel scratched his head. “How would knowing what my fetish is make you feel less weird?”

“It would make me feel like less of a freak.” Ashton crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

“You’re not a freak.” Noel attempted to soothe.

Ashton gaped at him. “Have you not seen the dragons attached to my back?” He gestured wildly towards Creepy and Weepy, who snapped at his hands. “Do you not recall seeing me masturbate in a barrel?”

Noel snorted. “At least you don’t look like you’re part man, part animal.” He countered.

The swordsman considered his reply, then grimaced. “Are you into bestiality?”

“What? No!” Noel practically shrieked. He was offended. How could somebody do that to an animal?

“Well, if it’s not that, then it can’t possibly be as bad as my barrel fetish.” Ashton said.

Another moment of silence passed. Then Noel asked, “why barrels?”

“It’s the smell…and the feel of the wood, the curve of it. It’s like a beautiful work of art to me…one that I like a little too much.” Ashton smiled and stared into space, then snapped his head back toward Noel. “Hey, no fair digging for info and not giving me any!” He groused.

Noel laughed. “Sorry, but I’m still not telling.”

“Tell me what your fetish is!” Ashton stood and stomped his feet as he yelled at Noel.

“He likes his ears played with.” A groggy voice replied from above.

Ashton smirked. “Thanks Claude!”

Noel looked scandalized. He sputtered unintelligibly.

“How did Claude know that?” The swordsman asked.

The zoologist regained his wits. “He rubbed them.”

Ashton’s jaw dropped. “Have you and Claude…?” He trailed off.

Noel shook his head almost violently. “No, nothing like that. He just rubbed them after I told him ear rubs are soothing for animals.” He frowned and lowered his ears.

More silence.

“I don’t think that counts as a fetish. It’s an erogenous zone.” Ashton said. “A lot of people like it when their ears are touched.”

“By their lovers, perhaps.” Noel responded. “But anyone can do it to me and…I get turned on. It’s embarrassing.”

The swordsman looked at Noel, a mischievous grin slowly spreading across his lips.

“Don’t even think about it.” Noel muttered.

“Too late.” Ashton replied.

“Well don’t do it.” The zoologist huffed.

The dragon host sulked.

Noel gawked at him. “Why would you want to do that?” He asked disbelievingly.

“It would be funny to see your reaction.” Ashton said with a snort.

Noel scooped some snow into a ball and threw it at Ashton, hitting him in the face.

Creepy growled. Weepy bit the fire dragon. Ashton fell over. “What was that for?” He whined.

“It was funny to see your reaction.” Noel retorted.

The two young men proceeded to have a snowball fight. Ashton pinned Noel down and grabbed for his ears...

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AN: Thank you for giving my work a chance. I hope you enjoyed it! :)