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works/99819.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fantastic_Four_(Ultimateverse)
  Relationship:
      Reed_Richards/Victor_Van_Damme
  Character:
      Reed_Richards, Victor_Van_Damme
  Additional Tags:
      Humor, Mathematics
  Stats:
      Published: 2004-06-26 Words: 1139
****** Written Proofs ******
by shrift
Summary
     Apparently, the whole 'don't barge into my room without asking first'
     conversation hadn't actually penetrated Victor's thick skull.
Notes
     Many thanks to Livia for the enthusiasm, the helpful suggestions, and
     oh yeah, the scans.
Victor Van Damme was probably one of the most brilliant people Reed had ever
met. He was brilliant, and undoubtedly the most aggravating person in every
single dimension in existence. The guy had no manners, absolutely no concept of
personal space, and for Christ's sake, nobody should have to wake up to his
desk lamp snapping on at three o'clock in the morning. Reed scrubbed at his
face and squinted, but Victor was still sitting at Reed's desk, hunched over
his notes and writing equations all over them with short, violent strokes of
his ink pen.
Apparently, the whole 'don't barge into my room without asking first'
conversation hadn't actually penetrated Victor's thick skull, not the first
time or the sixth. Reed stared resentfully at the mutt fast asleep at the foot
of his bed. So much for the watchdog hating Victor's guts.
Reed would bet lab time that Victor was bribing the dog with treats behind his
back.
"God, what are you doing here?" Reed demanded. He shoved at the bed covers and
stood up, tugging his pajama pants back into place. They always twisted around
his hips in the night. Victor didn't answer; he didn't even look up from Reed's
spiral notebook, and the dark fall of his hair covered his eyes. Reed yawned
and stumbled across the room, still half-asleep. "Couldn't this wait until
morning?"
Victor stared at him when Reed put his hand on the back of the desk chair. He
always did that, staring so long and so impassively that Reed wanted to squirm
or look away, except he wouldn't give Victor the satisfaction.
Of course, that assumed the arrogant jerk would even get satisfaction out of
it.
"No," Victor said finally, and Reed had almost forgotten the question he had
asked.
"Okay, fine. This better be good," he said, reaching over Victor's shoulder for
the notepad. Victor scowled as Reed snatched it out of his hands, the pen
sliding off the page with a jagged black slash. He had to hold the notepad
close to his nose because his glasses were still somewhere on his nightstand,
and Reed scanned the numbers and symbols as quickly as his eyes could follow,
flipping page after page. His heart started beating a little faster and he
could feel a flush bloom over his face. His brain spun with changes, numbers,
and improvements to theories faster than he could articulate. It was a total
rush.
Reed loved it at the Bax. The kids at Midtown Middle School could barely
identify a hypotenuse, let alone the Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen effect... which
Reed had tried to explain to his math teacher at least five times before
finally giving up.
Victor squeezed the pen in his hand like a stress ball. "I wasn't finished."
"We're supposed to work together on this, remember?" Reed told him, flipping to
another page. "Besides, I could kiss you for what you've already got here."
Victor stared at him again, and Reed realized the problem was that he didn't
blink. Neither did snakes, but at least snakes had the excuse of not having
eyelids. The chair squeaked as Victor stood up abruptly. Suddenly nervous, Reed
took a step back. Victor followed, his eyes narrowed and blue.
"Um," Reed said, and then Victor kissed him. His mouth was wet and insistent,
and his hands felt warm on Reed's face. He jerked away from Victor and made a
strangled noise in his throat. "You can't just bust in here whenever you -
- mmph!"
The second kiss was awkward and fierce, their teeth clacking together for a
moment until Victor tilted Reed's head and stroked inside his mouth. Victor
kissed like he wrote, and Reed couldn't help moaning. Maybe he had wanted this
to happen again, but there was no way Reed would ever say it out loud. Perhaps
for the first time in memory, Reed was overjoyed that Victor was so taciturn
and contrary in nature.
He let Victor walk them backward toward his bed. Reed pulled at Victor's
jacket, nearly strangling him when he yanked off the badge hanging around his
neck. Victor caught Reed's lips with his tongue and teeth, and the buttons on
his black shirt bit into Reed's fingers as he fumbled with them. Victor finally
pushed his hands away, pulling off both the button-down and the T-shirt
underneath, the action tousling his hair.
"Get undressed," Victor said as he unfastened his belt. For a second, Reed had
to duck his head and look at the floor, but he was determined not to be shy
about this anymore. He clenched his jaw, looked back up, and defiantly took off
his shirt. Victor stared and still didn't blink. He dropped his belt on the
floor, removed his shoes and socks, and then undressed completely without so
much as a nervous twitch. And Victor didn't have anything to be nervous about
in a locker room, as far as he had seen. Reed wriggled out of his pajama
bottoms and boxers, and blindly got onto his bed. Victor was right behind him,
pale and perfect in a way Reed would never be.
Victor kissed him again, and he was hard against Reed's belly. Reed touched him
and his skin was soft and warm. Victor never made any noise when something felt
good. He would just tense and move against Reed's cock, and that made him eager
to touch Victor's shoulders and the muscles of his arms and back. Victor kissed
his mouth and then kissed his neck the same way, continued kissing him as he
put his hand on Reed's cock, and it felt nothing like how he touched himself.
He moaned and pushed into Victor's hand, and Reed came with his hands buried in
Victor's hair.
He closed his eyes and sprawled against his pillow... which was now nearly
falling off the bed, but Reed didn't mind enough to move. And then the mattress
dipped and Reed didn't want to open his eyes, until it moved again and
something tickled his abdomen. He raised his head a little to see that Victor
was draped over his legs and writing on the skin underneath Reed's navel with a
gel pen.
"Don't move," Victor said when Reed wiggled, pushing down on his hip.
"Hey, what about..." Reed said. Victor was still hard, his cock pressing
against Reed's leg.
Victor stopped writing symbols on Reed's skin for several long heartbeats. His
eyes were sleepy and his mouth red. "Later."
"You're completely nuts, you know that, right?" Reed said, unable to keep the
grin from his face. He snagged his glasses from the nightstand and tried to
read the equations upside-down. "Wait -- go back. What's that variable for?"
They both stared at it.
"You smudged my variable," Victor said. He scowled, licked his thumb, and
rubbed away the ink. "Now don't move."
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