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sparkindarknessA little darker than the faery boys, but then it's a darker fic. Not quite in time with the rest of a fic, take this as a preview of poor (or lucky, depending upon your kinks) Ethan's life.
Again, this is in honour of Giogio's Pronography Celebration Week. A lot of my boys seem eager to help *sigh*
Ethan raised his head groggily. The sun was setting, it generally took him a few minutes to come round, then a few more minutes of cursing that the sun had put him under again. he hated that so much, why was he the only vampire in the city, hell, for all he knew, in the world, who went into a coma during the day?
Tonight, though, he managed to clear the clouds a lot quicker. The main reason for this was that he seemed to be hanging by his wrists from the ceiling beams, his feet barely able to touch the floor. A second reason screamed that he was also completely naked. Then the Twins strode into view, dressed in nothing but artfully arranged strips of leather. They both wore perfectly applied make up, amplifying every breathtaking feature to stunning effect. They were beautiful and androgynous so alike it was near impossible to tell them apart even though one was a guy and the other a girl. Both wore identical predatory smiles on their incredibly crimson lips. Today they had tilted eyes and high cheekbones making them look incredibly exotic and alien. You never knew what the Twins would look like, they could mould their flesh like clay. It was really disturbing, something the Twins seemed to relish in. The only thing you could be sure of is that they would always be mirror images of each other.
They stalked forwards like two great cats intent on some very tasty prey. Ethan knew all to well who that prey was. A Twin trailed one elegant hand down Ethan’s chest, long, talon like nails puckering the skin leaving red lines just short of drawing blood. Ethan tried to pull back in his chains, swaying like some disturbingly erotic pinata. He lay against the cold body of the Twin who had circled round his back. He heard it laugh, a hissing purring sound, and felt it’s long fangs nibble at one ear. Two slim pale arms wrapped around his chest, stretching his body painfully, pressing him harder against the near naked torso behind him. The Twin bit down suddenly, fangs piercing Ethan’s ear neatly. Ethan yelped and tried to pull away, but two more hands had moved up to prison his head, long nails resting so dangerously close to his eyes, delicate hands belying their vice like grip. The Twins moved as if they practiced every action for hours before hand. They seemed to know exactly what the other was doing at all times. They were one being with two bodies. It was really really disturbing.
Blood flowed down Ethan’s neck. Ear wounds always bled freely, and he never healed as well as the others. The Twins liked that. The Twin behind him certainly did as it leaned forward again to puncture two more holes in his ear lobe. Then another set, and another. Ethan gritted his teeth, grinding his own fangs into his lower lip, tasting blood. There was no point in struggling, either one of them could handle him like a child. He had to endure... The Twin moved to the next ear... had to endure, had to endure...
The second Twin held his head prisoner still, but raised itself up enough to lap the blood flowing down his neck. Its tongue was faintly raspy, like a cat’s, and its fangs scratched along his skin, adding new fine trickles to the crimson flow. Ethan closed his red eyes that had started to glow despite himself, and tried to block it all out.
The Twin had moved away from his ears, and was working his way down his back. It alternated between licking the blood that had coated his neck in a thick red coating, glistening like a toffee apple. It practically begged a vampire to sink in its fangs, and the Twin never even bothered to resist, adding new punctures in the smooth skin, increasing the rich, dark flow. Ethan felt the dark liquid trickle down his spine, onto his back. The smell was intoxicating, sweet blood flowing in a wave that raised every need in his body. He couldn't stop the growl before it escaped his lips. The Twins laughed, they liked to be appreciated.
The hands trapping his head moved down, as their owner’s Twin moved down Ethan’s back, biting down Ethan’s strong, pale back adding new rivers of blood that nearly covered his back now. The front Twin knelt, arms above his head, still on Ethan’s neck. The fingers curved, nails wielded as claws. They pushed into the yielding flesh of Ethan’s neck, grinding groves into his collar bones. Ethan threw back his head, glowing red eyes casting shadows across the ceiling as he screamed. It was useless, he was a prisoner to their whims. The Twin chuckled, lasciviously at Ethan’s distress and dragged its claws horrendously slowly through the flesh of his defined torso, rending that pale skin, embellishing it with an ocean of sweet blood, candy coating his own body in his life fluid. It pulled out its claws just above Ethan’s hips, leaving him near delirious from pain. The hunger raged through Ethan as the blood loss raged through his long dead body.
The Twin lapped at the blood, eyes rolling back in pleasure. It licked lower and lower. It buried its face in Ethan’s groin, nuzzling against Ethan’s defiantly erect member. It buried its nose into Ethan’s balls, smearing makeup into the blood into near artistic swirl of colour. The creature cooed in childish delight at the patterns, smoothing its long fingers across the lines and swirls under Ethan’s cock.
The Twin behind had also knelt, and was also making creative use of its claws. It did not use them to dig and rend, though. Using only the delicate tips of its nails it traced delicate curves and patterns on Ethan’s buttocks. Ethan shuddered at the delicate but painful touch, fighting conflicting emotions of need, fear and pain. Trying to escape it, while wanting it, trying to hate it despite the betrayal of his full manhood.
The Twin bit his buttocks, but gently, hardly even breaking the skin. It was a mere prelude to a long, amazingly hot tongue to trace its way in slow circles, tracing the intricate, spiralling patterns inwards to the cleft of Ethan’s buttocks. Ethan tried to brace himself against what came next, but he was caught off-guard by the Twin to his front. It had ceased its infantile amusement, and moved in with one quick motion to take the full straining length of Ethan’s cock into his mouth, and suck hard. Long fangs brushed against Ethan’s velvety skin, touching, but not hurting, an almost tickling touch compared to the fierce strength of the Twin’s sucking. Ethan’s convulsed so strongly he nearly pulled his feet a foot off the ground, only the Twins’ quick, strong hands managed to hold him still as the rear Twin’s tongue found its mark, easing between the cleft of Ethan’s tight buttocks.
The Twins held his writhing body with strong hands on his chest and back, heads buried lower. Ethan wasn’t trying to escape now, but he couldn't stand still, couldn’t hold himself still, couldn't ignore the electric sensations tearing through his body far stronger than the Twins’ claws ever had. He gnashed his fangs futilely on empty air, tearing his lip, drinking the blood. It was too much. The Twins moved in perfect unison, when Ethan writhed left, they’d both adjusted their stance to add the movement to theirs, make it harder, stronger and even greater. They’re tongues explored him eagerly, hungrily, driven to new heights by the thick, cloying layer of blood that assaulted the vampire’s nostrils with an erotic scent that defied description.
The Twin behind probed deeply into Ethan’s hole, not neglecting so much as an inch. It was incredibly long, and as strong as the rest of his body as it probed with amazing expertise to find that sport within the hanging vampire. The Twin worked his tongue as if he knew every part of Ethan, inside and out, with scientific perfection. Ethan screamed long and wordlessly, trying to push back one second, trying to pull the whole feeling into himself, and pull away the next, overwhelmed by how it felt, unable to stand it.
The Twin in front encircled Ethan’s cock again and again with his tongue, pulling away only briefly to paint his groin with more of the blood still flowing freely down Ethan's body. Its tongue danced up and down Ethan’s cock, one second an almost feather light touch, the next intense pressure that gripped and pulled and controlled. All the time there was the incredible suction, strength no mortal could possess. Its head moved back and forth in counterpoint to Ethan’s twitching, desperate flailing. It moved so fast a mortal would have injured themselves by now, so fast it’s short hair flew back and forth from the force of the motion.
Ethan lost himself. The feelings running through him conflicted and burst, rose up and fought feeding each other to reach new, greater heights. Impossible heights, no-one should be able to take this. Agonising pain and red tinged rage roiled with hot lust and enormous, quivering hunger. Shocks of ecstasy from his groin and buttocks rode through it all flavouring every other sensation with its powerful screams. And above it all was the sweet cloying scent of so much precious, wondrous blood, coating his skin, welling in his mouth, flowing into the mouths of his vicious tormentors, his glorious lovers.
His vision was veiled in red and black. He threw his head high and roared to the new forged night. He convulsed, pulling himself free from the Twins’ fierce grip as he came. The orgasm hit him like a speeding train, unstoppable and mighty. Thought fell before it, rage, pain and even diabolical hunger died in the shining glory of it. The night itself seemed to shudder with the power of it.
He fell. The chains had snapped when he was driven over the edge. He hit the floor hard between the Twins. His beautiful body curled in on itself, his cock deflating, his skin twitching. The Twins watched for a short eternity, hungrily regarding every curve of the abused body before them. They both turned as one, and cat-like, stalked out of the room, purring as they went, deep, low and sated.
Ethan lay there. Her couldn’t stand. There was pain and afterglow, but mainly there was burning shame and dark hatred. He loathed being so weak, so pathetic. He loathed being their toy, their plaything. And he really hated enjoying it, hated it with every part of what was left of his soul.
He lay there for a long time, sobbing, seething and trying to hide from the crippled shame that lay within his head.
Again, this is in honour of Giogio's Pronography Celebration Week. A lot of my boys seem eager to help *sigh*
Ethan raised his head groggily. The sun was setting, it generally took him a few minutes to come round, then a few more minutes of cursing that the sun had put him under again. he hated that so much, why was he the only vampire in the city, hell, for all he knew, in the world, who went into a coma during the day?
Tonight, though, he managed to clear the clouds a lot quicker. The main reason for this was that he seemed to be hanging by his wrists from the ceiling beams, his feet barely able to touch the floor. A second reason screamed that he was also completely naked. Then the Twins strode into view, dressed in nothing but artfully arranged strips of leather. They both wore perfectly applied make up, amplifying every breathtaking feature to stunning effect. They were beautiful and androgynous so alike it was near impossible to tell them apart even though one was a guy and the other a girl. Both wore identical predatory smiles on their incredibly crimson lips. Today they had tilted eyes and high cheekbones making them look incredibly exotic and alien. You never knew what the Twins would look like, they could mould their flesh like clay. It was really disturbing, something the Twins seemed to relish in. The only thing you could be sure of is that they would always be mirror images of each other.
They stalked forwards like two great cats intent on some very tasty prey. Ethan knew all to well who that prey was. A Twin trailed one elegant hand down Ethan’s chest, long, talon like nails puckering the skin leaving red lines just short of drawing blood. Ethan tried to pull back in his chains, swaying like some disturbingly erotic pinata. He lay against the cold body of the Twin who had circled round his back. He heard it laugh, a hissing purring sound, and felt it’s long fangs nibble at one ear. Two slim pale arms wrapped around his chest, stretching his body painfully, pressing him harder against the near naked torso behind him. The Twin bit down suddenly, fangs piercing Ethan’s ear neatly. Ethan yelped and tried to pull away, but two more hands had moved up to prison his head, long nails resting so dangerously close to his eyes, delicate hands belying their vice like grip. The Twins moved as if they practiced every action for hours before hand. They seemed to know exactly what the other was doing at all times. They were one being with two bodies. It was really really disturbing.
Blood flowed down Ethan’s neck. Ear wounds always bled freely, and he never healed as well as the others. The Twins liked that. The Twin behind him certainly did as it leaned forward again to puncture two more holes in his ear lobe. Then another set, and another. Ethan gritted his teeth, grinding his own fangs into his lower lip, tasting blood. There was no point in struggling, either one of them could handle him like a child. He had to endure... The Twin moved to the next ear... had to endure, had to endure...
The second Twin held his head prisoner still, but raised itself up enough to lap the blood flowing down his neck. Its tongue was faintly raspy, like a cat’s, and its fangs scratched along his skin, adding new fine trickles to the crimson flow. Ethan closed his red eyes that had started to glow despite himself, and tried to block it all out.
The Twin had moved away from his ears, and was working his way down his back. It alternated between licking the blood that had coated his neck in a thick red coating, glistening like a toffee apple. It practically begged a vampire to sink in its fangs, and the Twin never even bothered to resist, adding new punctures in the smooth skin, increasing the rich, dark flow. Ethan felt the dark liquid trickle down his spine, onto his back. The smell was intoxicating, sweet blood flowing in a wave that raised every need in his body. He couldn't stop the growl before it escaped his lips. The Twins laughed, they liked to be appreciated.
The hands trapping his head moved down, as their owner’s Twin moved down Ethan’s back, biting down Ethan’s strong, pale back adding new rivers of blood that nearly covered his back now. The front Twin knelt, arms above his head, still on Ethan’s neck. The fingers curved, nails wielded as claws. They pushed into the yielding flesh of Ethan’s neck, grinding groves into his collar bones. Ethan threw back his head, glowing red eyes casting shadows across the ceiling as he screamed. It was useless, he was a prisoner to their whims. The Twin chuckled, lasciviously at Ethan’s distress and dragged its claws horrendously slowly through the flesh of his defined torso, rending that pale skin, embellishing it with an ocean of sweet blood, candy coating his own body in his life fluid. It pulled out its claws just above Ethan’s hips, leaving him near delirious from pain. The hunger raged through Ethan as the blood loss raged through his long dead body.
The Twin lapped at the blood, eyes rolling back in pleasure. It licked lower and lower. It buried its face in Ethan’s groin, nuzzling against Ethan’s defiantly erect member. It buried its nose into Ethan’s balls, smearing makeup into the blood into near artistic swirl of colour. The creature cooed in childish delight at the patterns, smoothing its long fingers across the lines and swirls under Ethan’s cock.
The Twin behind had also knelt, and was also making creative use of its claws. It did not use them to dig and rend, though. Using only the delicate tips of its nails it traced delicate curves and patterns on Ethan’s buttocks. Ethan shuddered at the delicate but painful touch, fighting conflicting emotions of need, fear and pain. Trying to escape it, while wanting it, trying to hate it despite the betrayal of his full manhood.
The Twin bit his buttocks, but gently, hardly even breaking the skin. It was a mere prelude to a long, amazingly hot tongue to trace its way in slow circles, tracing the intricate, spiralling patterns inwards to the cleft of Ethan’s buttocks. Ethan tried to brace himself against what came next, but he was caught off-guard by the Twin to his front. It had ceased its infantile amusement, and moved in with one quick motion to take the full straining length of Ethan’s cock into his mouth, and suck hard. Long fangs brushed against Ethan’s velvety skin, touching, but not hurting, an almost tickling touch compared to the fierce strength of the Twin’s sucking. Ethan’s convulsed so strongly he nearly pulled his feet a foot off the ground, only the Twins’ quick, strong hands managed to hold him still as the rear Twin’s tongue found its mark, easing between the cleft of Ethan’s tight buttocks.
The Twins held his writhing body with strong hands on his chest and back, heads buried lower. Ethan wasn’t trying to escape now, but he couldn't stand still, couldn’t hold himself still, couldn't ignore the electric sensations tearing through his body far stronger than the Twins’ claws ever had. He gnashed his fangs futilely on empty air, tearing his lip, drinking the blood. It was too much. The Twins moved in perfect unison, when Ethan writhed left, they’d both adjusted their stance to add the movement to theirs, make it harder, stronger and even greater. They’re tongues explored him eagerly, hungrily, driven to new heights by the thick, cloying layer of blood that assaulted the vampire’s nostrils with an erotic scent that defied description.
The Twin behind probed deeply into Ethan’s hole, not neglecting so much as an inch. It was incredibly long, and as strong as the rest of his body as it probed with amazing expertise to find that sport within the hanging vampire. The Twin worked his tongue as if he knew every part of Ethan, inside and out, with scientific perfection. Ethan screamed long and wordlessly, trying to push back one second, trying to pull the whole feeling into himself, and pull away the next, overwhelmed by how it felt, unable to stand it.
The Twin in front encircled Ethan’s cock again and again with his tongue, pulling away only briefly to paint his groin with more of the blood still flowing freely down Ethan's body. Its tongue danced up and down Ethan’s cock, one second an almost feather light touch, the next intense pressure that gripped and pulled and controlled. All the time there was the incredible suction, strength no mortal could possess. Its head moved back and forth in counterpoint to Ethan’s twitching, desperate flailing. It moved so fast a mortal would have injured themselves by now, so fast it’s short hair flew back and forth from the force of the motion.
Ethan lost himself. The feelings running through him conflicted and burst, rose up and fought feeding each other to reach new, greater heights. Impossible heights, no-one should be able to take this. Agonising pain and red tinged rage roiled with hot lust and enormous, quivering hunger. Shocks of ecstasy from his groin and buttocks rode through it all flavouring every other sensation with its powerful screams. And above it all was the sweet cloying scent of so much precious, wondrous blood, coating his skin, welling in his mouth, flowing into the mouths of his vicious tormentors, his glorious lovers.
His vision was veiled in red and black. He threw his head high and roared to the new forged night. He convulsed, pulling himself free from the Twins’ fierce grip as he came. The orgasm hit him like a speeding train, unstoppable and mighty. Thought fell before it, rage, pain and even diabolical hunger died in the shining glory of it. The night itself seemed to shudder with the power of it.
He fell. The chains had snapped when he was driven over the edge. He hit the floor hard between the Twins. His beautiful body curled in on itself, his cock deflating, his skin twitching. The Twins watched for a short eternity, hungrily regarding every curve of the abused body before them. They both turned as one, and cat-like, stalked out of the room, purring as they went, deep, low and sated.
Ethan lay there. Her couldn’t stand. There was pain and afterglow, but mainly there was burning shame and dark hatred. He loathed being so weak, so pathetic. He loathed being their toy, their plaything. And he really hated enjoying it, hated it with every part of what was left of his soul.
He lay there for a long time, sobbing, seething and trying to hide from the crippled shame that lay within his head.
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Date: 2003-10-31 02:32 am (UTC)... not really one of my kinks, but well written.
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Date: 2003-10-31 04:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-10-31 03:12 am (UTC)Just one question. Are all your stories original fiction? Or is this fandom. Just need to know for the big pimping post next week.
Also, if this is original, have you considered submitting some of your worek to the Slash Archive? Have a look and read the FAQ. Right of the bat, I would gladly take this story :)
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Date: 2003-10-31 04:52 pm (UTC)The rest (sparkindarkness, light & Dark, Predator et al) are my own weird mind at work
Really? Thank you! I've heard but never thought before, I'll have a look at the FAQ asap.
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Date: 2003-10-31 07:11 pm (UTC)As for the above fic, I'd love to submit it, and it is preety much a PWP, but it is also part of a series, should I submit the series, the fic alone or some of the series (it's a fairly new series)
The Faeries were also part of a so far 6 part series.
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Date: 2003-10-31 11:55 pm (UTC)If you decide to submit this piece now, just e-mail it to me as a plain text file, and I'll format it for you. If there are any typos, I'll correct them and e-mail the final file back to your for approval before adding it to the archive with the next update.