That’s what they call him and when he’s like this, it’s easy to see why. He’s stretched out asleep, pleasingly naked, with the morning sun warming the bare skin of his back. His hair shines gold in the light.
Wellington runs a possessive hand over the curve of Grant’s strong shoulders, down the length of his spine and lower, over the curve of his arse. Last night that skin had been decorated with marks, the prints of hands and the stripes from a riding crop. This morning the redness has faded, leavings only shadows that hint at the beginning of bruises here and there.
Title: El Bueno Granto
Summary: A fill for the prompt “Major Grant has a particularly excellent backside that is, I believe, begging for a good spanking. I can’t decide who I would prefer to do such a thing so…. five times Grant had his arse spanked and one time he did the spanking?”
Part 1: Colquhoun Grant/Arthur Wellesley and Colquhoun Grant/William De Lancey
Part 2: William De Lancey/Colquhoun Grant/Arthur Wellesley & Jonathan Strange
Grant enters the mess tent in the early evening to find his fellow officers in high spirits. Someone has returned from Lisbon with a dozen bottles of good champagne, and it is being swigged by the mug as if it was beer. The air is thick with tobacco smoke, and MacPherson is playing a jig on a fiddle.
He joins De Lancey and Fitzroy Somerset, and De Lancey passes him a bottle, slaps him on the back, and tells him to get it down his neck.
A short while later, Jonathan Strange arrives, dishevelled and travel-weary, his bag over one shoulder, and his basin on his back. He fills his plate from the communal pot, and carries it to the next table, and Grant pays him no further heed until a sharp exclamation, accompanied by the clatter of a spoon being dropped onto a tin plate, makes him glance towards its source. It is Strange. He is standing, with his hand clapped over his nose and mouth.
Title: Blood and Milk
Characters: Colquhoun Grant & Jonathan Strange
Summary: Fill for a prompt on the jsmn kinkmeme asking for a story in which Strange has a nosebleed in front of Major Grant.
Major Colquhoun Grant scanned the faces around the table they’d set up in the converted stables at the end of the courtyard and breathed a sigh of relief when he noted a particular absence.
“Where’s Strange?” he asked the man next to him.
“Oh, he took himself off to the mountains as soon as the post arrived. Said the men need him to read their letters for them.”
Grant smirked. It was clear that the magician undertook this task out of a need to boost his sense of self importance rather than any altruistic motivation but as least he was making himself useful and keeping out of the way.
Title: I Will Lay Me Down
Characters: William De Lancey/Colquhoun Grant, Arthur Wellesley & Jonathan Strange
Summary: Colonel De Lancey receives a letter that shakes him to the core.
At the end of a hard day’s ride, they came at last to their night’s resting-place, an abandoned farmhouse in the valley. The setting sun shone on a walled orchard full of pear trees, gilding the fruit that hung heavy on the boughs. Major Grant dismounted with an exclamation of delight and set about pulling the ripe fruit from the trees.
“What will you cook them with?” asked Strange, who doubted the farmhouse would provide what was needed here. He did not intend to eat any of the fruit: stewed pears reminded him of his childhood and attendant bellyaches.
“Cook them?” Grant exclaimed in astonishment. “You don’t cook pears like these, Merlin. It would be a sacrilege.”
Title: Scrumping Series
Characters: Colquhoun Grant/Jonathan Strange
Summary: a series of short fics in which Grant and Strange indulge in both the local delicacies, and one another.