Ah, yes <3! I do have some more to write with that, specifically to join up the prequel and the main story.

As far as my own headcanon went, yes; Logan killed Adam during the siege of the Capitol. He ransacked the building, and when he found the state that Julian was in he killed Adam in a fit of vengeance and rage. If Adam did somehow manage to escape, (and for whatever reason left Julian behind) he would be stuck spending the rest of his life in hiding, and would probably eventually be found out and sold out to the new government managing Panem.

Either way, once the Capitol went down, the time for Adam’s gloating was pretty much over.

“I was just-” “Running off?” Ethan smiled, casually leaning on the gate. Micah crossed his arms and smiled weakly. Now that the fire had cooled, and everything settled down, it looked like things were well on their way to becoming normal again. “Shane doesn’t need me here anymore. He’s going to be busy, between Blaine, and Reed…” The twins smiles gained a twinkle of sympathy as Micah’s voice betrayed him. “It’s time for me to go.” He said softly. “Oh? “Go where, exactly?” The twins circled around him, naturally rounding the beautiful boy between them. A hand slipped forward, stroking Micah’s chin. He made a sound of agitation as his glasses were removed, but found that his arms had been (quite gently) restrained. “We’re not telling you to stay.” “But stick around for a while.” “How long has it been since you had a bed of your own?” Micah’s eyes grew large, just now realizing what they were propositioning. “But… me?” “Why not you?” Summer had a tendency to be so very long and tedious after all. A stay kitten might just serve to stave off the boredom.

“Remember,”

“I know, I know.” Clay laughed, throwing his blazer across the room. “I tell anyone, and I’m dead.” He grinned, turning around to unbutton his shirt. He knew that Derek loved this view to watch it slide off. Each time it seemed, he learned more about the big man on campus, the Casanova who broke the hearts of women but somehow developed and addiction to the wildcat Windsor.

Not that Clay minded. He was developing something of an obsession himself. Being gripped to tight, pinned too fast. Being able to touch and kiss and be dominated by the sort of individual anyone would be lucky to grow up and become.

Everyone knew it.

Everyone, except perhaps Derek himself.

(Only one thing to do with a double post XD)

It was one of the perks of having his own room now, as Hanover prefect. He never had to wait for time alone. All he needed was a quiet Sunday evening and a lock on his door.

The stress of the day and his responsibilities melted away as he shimmied out of his trousers, his hand curling around himself.  He pressed his face into the soft fabric of his pillow, stifling a soft, breathy moan as he slowly began to work himself. He never thought of anyone in particular. Simply a warm, firm body pressed against his. Hands to run down his chest and tease the dip of his abs that led to the thigh. A warm, soothing voice to whisper sweet nothings into his ear as he was slowly, sensually worked to peak arousal.

Danny’s hips hitched and worked into the motion, letting his mind wander to no real destination. He bit his lip, his body growing hot and his movements more hurried.

He was close, so close…

His mind foggy from wanting, for just a moment in his complete isolation, he let curiosity take over. A hand slipped between his legs, the tip of his smallest finger teased his hole. Before he could register what he was doing, before he could slip inside, his body spasmed. He jerked and gasped, spilling out with a stammering cry.

Danny fell back on the sheets, too dazed to wonder just what he had been trying to do.

What it might mean.

How far he had intended to go.

I’ve been in something of a rut recently, and I’ve always enjoyed doing this.

If anyone would like to participate, leave a random character name in my ask box, and I will take them two at a time to write short drabbles <3!

“Hey Wes?”

“Yeah, Danny?”

“…Do you remember the last time we sat here together?”

“ Of course I do.”

Wes smiled sadly, tossing the last of his roll to the birds. Windsor, Hanover, Stuart or Day, it didn’t matter where you lived during finals week at Dalton, the entire place was a graveyard. Wes and Danny found themselves in the rare situation of being the first two boys to finish with their exams. Save for a handful of others, the entire school would still be clammed up inside studying away the glorious summery afternoon.

They were in no rush to get anywhere, walking leisurely from one end of campus to another after picking up some lunch. They had stopped here naturally, not meaning to out of any sense of obligation to the past. It was only after a bit of lighthearted reminiscing (“Of course I remember the sofa fiasco! We were sweeping up feathers for days after that!”) did Wes realize that this was the same bench that Danny had stormed off to, that day Wes saw the scars that crisscrossed his forearms. A strangely comfortable silence settled between them, their shoulders casually touching. Both stared out over the gardens, looking serenely over the buildings and grounds, the monument under construction to commiserate what was lost in the wreckage of the old art hall.

“You saved my life, you know.” Danny said softly.

Wes chuckled dryly.

“Come on Danny-”

“-I’m serious.”

“You would have realized it soon enough. If it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else. You would have realized it, you know.”

“Realized what?”

“How much your life is worth living.”

Wes looked down at Danny, who had naturally moved to return the gaze.

Danny was the first one to move. It was his eyes that slipped shut, his head tilted back just so. The air was so warm and pleasant after all, he could have just been dozing off. But when he felt the bridge of Wes’ nose brush against his, it was his lips that sought them out.

It was innocent. Mouths closed. Wes kissed Danny’s lower lip, the Hanover pressing up against him.

Danny couldn’t remember how he got back to his room. He imagined he was in a sort of shell-shocked daze. By the time he was back in Hanover however, a mix of self-doubt and anxiety had successfully rewritten the entire incident in his mind.

He had kissed Wes.

Forced himself on him, even.

Overcome by a fit of

The next thing he knew he was screaming into his pillow, teeming with guilt. Wes. His friend. How stupid could he be? How could he face him again?

Wes on the other had was a bit less phased. After all, he had no problem with the idea of kissing boys, especially with cute ones that he had feelings for which could probably be described as mildly “warm and fuzzy.”

When he returned to Windsor, he breezed listlessly through the library, humming to himself a bit as he poured over the possibility of kissing a boy for the first time. He had to admit, it did make him feel a little giddy, a tiny thrill of adventure. Suddenly Tabitha felt like a creature that existed in his life ages ago. However, any of his anxiety was forgotten at a quarter past four when the rest of Windsor house charged inside, seizing the building for a rancorous end-of-finals fiesta involving a nerf/lightsaber war, some treacherous antics with zorb balls, and a game of capture the flag with Stuart House which ended with four am hostage negotiation between Logan and Charlie over the apprehended Julian and Kurt.

Really, Wes only remembered almost a day later. Wanting some closure before heading off home for the summer, he wandered over to Hanover house to make certain Danny hadn’t left just yet.

“Danny!”

Wes caught him hauling two large Vera Bradley suitcases out to the curb. He looked up like a deer in headlights, his eyes going wide and flitting about to find a graceful means of escape.

“Hey! Need any help?”

“Actually, I was just going, um… these aren’t mine!” He gestured to the absurdly bright flowered suitcases.

“Merril’s? I figured.” Wes tried smiling again, ruffling Danny’s hair in the way that always relaxed him when they had been roommates. This time though, it only made him tense and shy away, as if he was expecting to be hit.

“Yeah… Helping her out.” Danny mumbled, looking away from him.

“Hey, are you alright?” Wes sat down on one of the suitcases, looking up at him. Danny shuffled about, rubbing the back of his neck.

“We kissed.” He said, as if that should have explained everything.

“Did you not like it?” Wes blinked up at him. He was slowly starting to realize that this was a bigger deal for Danny than it had been for him.

“No? I mean,” Danny was starting to panic a little. He ran his hands through his hair with agitation, forcing a large sigh. “I didn’t think… my first kiss would be-”

“Your first?” Wes balked, only just now realizing what this meant. Danny’s face colored a spectacular shade of crimson.

“Look, just forget about it okay?”

“No, come on Danny this is important.” Wes grabbed Danny’s wrists before he could pull away. Danny’s eyes were locked on Wes’ feet, his cheeks burning with shame. He realized now that while he had spent all night awake in a fit of nerves, it hadn’t phased Wes one bit. Of course not, Wes had more girls than he knew what to do with. He always had.

Before he could stew any further in his misery however, he was seized once again, Wes pressing his lips firmly against Danny’s own. It only lasted a moment however before he pulled away with a cry.

“Wes, stop it! I-ngfh!”

He was thrust up against a nearby tree, Wes gripping Danny’s hair gently. He took one more kiss, sweet and brief and insistent.

“No. I like kissing you.” He breathed against Danny’s lips. He needed to try again after all, to see and be certain. Now he was. “You taste like cherries.” He laughed.

“You can’t… I’m not a toy.” Danny simpered, trying to curl back against the tree. Wes could feel how his heart was pounding.

“No, you’re not. I’m not a very good boyfriend either.” Wes apologized. “I forget important dates sometimes, and I have a hard time understanding how people feel.” He smirked, thrilled that Danny was watching him again. At least now he had been stunned into a sort of shocked compliance.

“You aren’t…”

“Visit my house this summer.” Wes pressed. “We’ve been meaning to do that for the last two years after all.”

“Yeah, but Wes. You don’t really…”

“Why not?” Wes laughed. His nose crinkled as he did so, brushing it against Danny’s nose. Yes, this felt right. Maybe they weren’t soul-mates, but it was thrilling. What’s more, it felt like something that Wes ought to do. He knew Danny. He knew how to love him.

He knew how to keep him from being hurt.

And all at once it clicked. He wanted to be the one who had him, who held him for the first time.

By the way Danny’s deep red flush had turned to a gentle tinge of pink, by the way he had relaxed, his eyes now subtly following Wes’ lips… He had a feeling that Danny liked the idea too.

With the dismissal of the Council of Three, Logan returned to his quarters. At his strict insistence, Logan had been given a wing whose view blocked out most of the city, instead offering a wide panoramic view of the ocean. Personally, the salty breeze didn’t sit well with Logan, but it made HIM happy.

He entered the room, an airy and spacious place.

“I thought you’d want to explore the city.”

“It reeks of urine and rot.”

Logan laughed, casting off his heavy pauldrons onto the divan in the corner. White fluttering curtains half-obscured his view of his hard-won prize. They were a diminished and dying people, but the sea dwellers were nothing if not proud. When they heard word of the advancing army, all of the Southern Islands united at once against him, despite being outnumbered five to one.

The last sight Julian had of his kingdom was watching the islands smoulder and burn from the deck of Logan’s departing fleet.
Though in time he had been forced to give up the light silk garments of his homeland in favor of the clothing Logan offered, he still wore the jewelry of his homeland. Not precious stones or metals, but earrings and bracelets made of pearl and precious abalone. Julian barely needed any adornment however, his beauty alone made the conquest worthwhile.

Since then, Logan’s flower had… wilted somewhat. Retreated into a shell, staring wistfully out to the water. He sat there now on the windowsill. He did not resist as Logan stroked his hair, or placed a kiss to his temple.
“Is it true?”

“Is what true?” Logan sat down on the bed, continuing to disrobe of his heavy, foppish finery.

“The dragons are coming.” Logan smirked. It was good to hear some life in his voice again.

“Help me out of these things. Perhaps I’ll tell you.” He teased, earning a scowl from his prize.

“I am not your servant.”

“No, just my slave.” Logan didn’t need to strike Julian to punish him. Not when his words were worse than any lashing. “Now, come. I’ve never failed to reward you for good behavior.”

After a long, terse pause between them, Julian at last relented. He assisted Logan out of this armor, his fingers deft and skilled.

“Yes. The Lancasters are gathering forces in the East.” He smirked, unlacing his boots. “Why the sudden interest?”

“… My family-”

“High priests to the old gods, yes. I imagine word of the dragons get you hot and bothered, does it?” Logan stroked Julian’s cheek, causing him to writhe and pull away.

“That’s not it at all!”

“Oh?” Logan laughed, he did love to see Julian bare his teeth and hiss like the exotic feline that he was. Though Logan would have all of the kingdoms believe otherwise, he had not touched Julian any further than this, to Julian’s deep confusion. It was clear just how much Logan wanted him.

So what was he waiting for?

The wolves charged through the forest. Powerful muscles strained and worked and legs pounded through the undergrowth. When they broke out of the brush, the pack found themselves standing on a soft grassy outcropping on a hilltop over the valley. They skidded to a stop, panting and tails wagging at the prospect of a break.

A massive, gold-haired wolf walked forward, calmly surveying the landscape.

This is vantage point is good ground. We will stop here for the night. Rest as needed. Then we hunt.

Immediately, the wolves relaxed. They sat back on their haunches, licking tired paws, rolling about on the soft grass.

The gold alpha was joined by an equally large brown wolf, looking over the landscape.

-We’re making good time. You ought to relax.-

-We’re well within human territory. I will not relax until we reach the sanctuary.- Cold, deep green eyes glared across the valley. A few smokestacks of chimneys could be seen here and there. He stood, and stretched.

Derek, remind the others. No hunting the human livestock.

-Where are you going?-

The brown wolf stood as he blond did.

-Where do you think?- Logan said dryly. Derek blinked in surprise, looking over the pack. Thad and Bailey were currently play wrestling, Bailey licking his chin for mercy. The sandy-haired pup they had recently adopted was quietly grooming near the trees. Derek snorted with derision. Two were missing.

-They’ve run off already?-

A brown and tawny wolf barked and raced through the undergrowth, wrestling and snapping at one another like two who had not been running all day. They broke out of the trees, toppling over the grass and rolled over one another down the hill.

A hand shot out, grabbing the other’s wrist.

Laughing, Sebastian caught Julian and rolled easily against him. The two human bodies tangled up in one another as they finally skidded to a stop in the tall grass, naked under the warm sun.

“I beat you, I did!” Julian laughed, trying to wriggle his way on top of Sebastian, without much avail.

“Give it up, Jules!” Sebastian playfully bit at Julian’s ear in a rather canine manner.

“Ow, ah- stop it!”

The two were laughing again, lying together in a heap in the warm sunlight.

“Logan’s gonna be mad again.”

“We’ll tell him we were hunting. He never lets us have any fun.” Sebastian huffed, blowing warm air into Julian’s sore ear.

“He’s not going to buy that again!” Julian laughed.

“No, he won’t.” The stern, tone caused them both to bolt upright, looking up at the glare of their alpha standing over them.

Julian caught him staring. Of course, he was used to that. People stared all the time. It was the default setting of the masses when it came to Julian Larson. He was immune to it on the streets, and that carried over flawlessly to Dalton.

But Julian noticed him staring.

Perhaps it was because he was a boy who always tended to catch his eye as it was. He forced Julian to be in a perpetual double-take. With his shorter, leaner stature he clearly wasn’t him. But his hair and his eyes, something about the curve of his jaw and the way his shoulders were sculpted. And his expression… no, Logan would never look at him like that. With eyes wide and blue, simply drinking him in when he thought Julian wasn’t looking. Sustaining himself on shy glances, the slight pauses in his stride when Julian crossed in front of him.

Strangely enough, Julian was not bothered by it. Quite the opposite, he found himself taken in. It was one of his guilty fantasies after all, how much easier things would be if only Logan was one of the masses who was hopeless for Julian, hanging on his every word and scrutinizing every photograph.

It was just a coincidence that the day Julian finally acted was the same day that Logan blew him off when they were supposed to get lunch. Probably.

But when he saw Austin secretly staring, quietly captivated, he couldn’t resist.

It wasn’t unusual for Julian to get playful now and again. To forget about the consequences and indulge in a bit of fun. After all, he just wanted to see just how large Austin’s eyes would grow when Julian finally glanced back, meeting his eyes and holding his gaze.

They were lovely.

Julian fought the urge to laugh out loud. The bookworm was like a deer in headlights, utterly helpless. He was clutching his books so tightly, unable to move or look away. With the calm, casual smile of an experienced predator, Julian approached with his sly smile.

“See something you like, Manning?” He teased, fingertips ghosting over Austin’s soft lips, slightly pale from stress. Julian could almost feel the boy’s heart pounding, his blood running hot, filling his cheeks. Julian knew his type. Demure, quiet. Not the kind who ever wanted to be caught… indulging.

Perhaps that was why Julian wanted to press the moment just a bit farther. To indulge a bit himself. To close his eyes and pretend that it was another beautiful blond that he had at his mercy, that was hopeless for him. With a soft whisper of laughter, Julian stole a sweet kiss from the Faun.

What he could not have anticipated, was what had happened next. The beat of pause, followed by hands tangling in Julian’s hair, pulling him in. The gasp of air and crashing of lips and teeth. Books clattered to the floor as Julian found himself thrust against the trellis of the garden, half-hidden by vines and wisteria. Now, it was Julian’s turn to whimper. Austin might have been smaller than the subject of his fantasy, but he was strong. If Julian had been bullying him, he was about to pay for it all now. But Julian didn’t pull away, or fight or protest.

How could he?

What could he do but let his wrist be pinned above his head, surrendering to the warm, solid body pinning him down. While shy, the similarities had to be closely scrutinized. Eyes half closed to ignore the differences between them. But now, there was too much. Logan was all around him, taking him and dominating him in every way that Julian had ever been starving for. He had indulged in fantasy, but now he was in far too deep.

It was time to see how far he would fall.