Title: Whose Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf?
Author/pseudonym: R.A. Swain
Fandom: The Charmings
Paring: Eric Charming aka Prince Charming
Rating: PG
Status: New 2/27/00
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E-mail address for feedback: raswain@internettrash.com
Series/Sequel: Part of the Lounge Series
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Disclaimers: The characters are not my property. They are used
without permission, and are used for the sole intent of
entertainment and not for profit. Note other disclaimers at
beginning of story.
Notes: Got the idea after an e-mail I received from one of the
gay lists I belong to, which was lamenting about the lack of
Prince Charmings out there, and how they always seem to meet the
Big Bad Wolf types.
Summary: Eric Charming AKA Prince Charming is lamenting about the lack of good
slash sex he's had lately.
Warnings: It's a cute type story without real sex.
Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If
you are under the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it
is illegal for you to possess it. If you read beyond this point,
you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and that it is legal for
you to possess adult oriented material.
This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between
consenting adults, homosexuality or therein is offensive to you,
DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond this point you are accepting
homosexuality and adult oriented material willing.
Whose Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf?
by R.A. Swain
Sam The Sham's voice flowed from the jukebox, as Eric Charming
strolled into the lounge and up to the bar. "Hey Doc, how's
it going?"
"Hi Eric. Long time, where you been hiding?" Doc asked
the Prince.
"Here and there, just out doing my Princely duties."
"So what'll it be?"
"Straight scotch," Eric said.
"Scotch? Eric, you don't drink. You're Prince
Charming."
"Yeah, well, my image is changing."
Doc poured the drink and returned to Eric. "I don't get it,
why the change?"
Eric lifted the glass to his lips and took a quick swig. He
choked and coughed. "Darn, that's strong."
Doc eyed the forlorn Prince. "What's up?"
"Not me," Eric replied.
"Eric, I don't get it?"
"Neither do I," Eric retorted. "At least I haven't
been for a long time. No one wants Prince Charming anymore, they
all want the Big Bad Wolf."
A vague twinkle of understanding fell on Doc. "Are you
talking about that Little Red Riding Hood incident?"
"Not only that," Eric said. "Look around this
lounge. That guy over there, Alex, and the cute vampire, Spike,
and all those others. They're the Big Bad Wolves. Oh sure, I'm
the one they all want when it's time to settle down. Mr. bland
and boring, Eric Charming. Doc, I want the hot sex too."
Doc almost laughed. "Eric, I've heard stories about you and
Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater."
Eric blushed a bit. "Okay, so he and I--"
"And what about Jack B. Nimble?"
"Yeah, that candle stick trick was pretty hot, but the wax
was murder on my sword."
"And speaking of swords, I heard about you and Jack Sprat
too."
"Yeah, but the food fetish was a little strange."
"I heard you could hold ten pineapple rings on your
sword," Doc said.
"It was twelve," Eric corrected. "But I'm tired of
playing in the fairytale leagues. I want Fox Mulder, and Duncan
MacLeod, and Daniel Jackson, and--"
"I get the picture," Doc said, "but what has that
got to do with changing your image?"
"The Big Bad Wolves drink and smoke, and they do a lot more
sexually than I've been doing lately." Eric finished his
drink, slamming the empty glass down on the bar. "Whoa!
That's really strong. Have you got any that might taste like
peppermint?"
Doc smiled. "Eric, you don't want to change your
image."
"Don't I?"
"No. You've been having sex just as hot as any of these
wolves. I also heard you climbed the bean stalk with Jack."
"It's not as big of a stalk as Jack claims," Eric said,
a slight slur become evident.
"The point is, these so-called wolves are getting the same
kind of sex you are."
"But I want to be having it with some of them. I don't like
to complain, Doc, but even Jack Horner gets slashier stuff than I
do." Eric slumped his chin down on the bar with a thud.
"Jack Horner is always off in a corner playing with
himself."
"Yeah, but in really public places."
"He's an exhibitionist, Eric." Doc took the bar rag,
folded it in half and slipped it under Eric's chin. "The
point I'm making is, these guys have their nitch, and you have
yours. The fairytale worlds need hot slash just as much as all
the other slashdoms. Remember, there aren't as many of you to go
around. Sure, it looks like the wolves are getting the hotter
sex. Come on, it's the bad boy image that gets them the
reputations, but without good, reliable guys like yourself to
balance it out, there would be no wolves."
Eric was quiet for a moment, either pondering Doc's words or
drifting off to sleep. He leaned out on his elbows. "I'll
buy that, Doc, but do you think you could arrange a slash for me
with Fox Mulder? Just once? You know, kind of a couple of good
guys just enjoying each other's company? Come on Doc, be a pal.
Please?"
"all right Eric, I'll talk to Fox, but just this one time."
"If you can't get Mulder, Robin Hood, the cute dark haired
one, would do." Eric's head slumped back down on the bar and
he was asleep.
Doc signaled to a couple of cartoon weasels he employed for just
such emergencies. "Take him to the back room, gently."
He ordered, pondering the possibilities of both Mulder and Robin
Hood for Eric. After all, Eric did have a birthday coming up
soon.
The End