Fayt could write a thesis on the physical aspects of Klausians. [Cliff/Fayt]
Warnings: Yaoi, drabbles. Don't like? Don't read. It's rather simple, yes?
Notes: Uh-huh, admit it. You thought the same thing when you first saw Cliff and he did that thing. You know. That thing that made it look like his spine was made outta liquid rubber.
It was a well known fact that Klausian's were one of the toughest races in the galaxy. The harsh environs of their homeworld required any living things on it to be physically tough just to stand the high gravity. What wasn't very well known was that part of that toughness was due to a certain flexibility of their bone structure.
An extreme flexibility.
Fayt collapsed on Cliff's chest breathing hard his vision grayed out. He was fairly certain he could write an entire thesis on the physical capabilities of Klausians. The fact that he was wondering if he could get extra credit for a live demonstration was a pretty good indication of just how thoroughly addled his mind was. His vision cleared and he felt the Klausian shift slightly before wrapping one arm securely around him. Fayt watched numbly as Cliff used his free hand to wipe one corner of his mouth.
"Hey," Cliff smirked at the young man, "I told ya, I'm flexible."