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sparkindarknessLike the previous two, this is spurred by Giogio, in response to Bush's holy crusade against anything vaguely interesting.
I would have posted this sooner, but I've only just copied it up from my Business Accounts notes (and believe me, you have never seen anything mnore jarring than the utter tedium that is accounts next to descriptions of pretty boy sex).
As for Spark in Darkness - this is canon, but is a prequel to happier times. I'm not doing current slash - Darren is in a near coma like state after all, even Rick isn't that sick. Honest.
“OK, time out Darren.” I put the paint roller down for a second. We’ve been at this for hours, and, alright the bedroom’s looking more interesting, but it’s still a mess. Yeah, I know, wait ‘till it's finished, and some bits of it are really cool, but I’m not into the idea of taking weeks to redecorate. “Are we finished yet?”
He puts down his paint brush, carefully cleaning it, looks at me, glances round the room. Then looks back and raises and eyebrow. “Does it look finished?”
“Yeah, it’s cool. Oriental.”
Oops, mistake. I’m getting that ‘is he kidding or is he really that stupid’ look. “It’s actually Regency modulated with dramatic Victorian Gothic with art deco accents.”
“Do you know how gay you sound saying things like that? We’re trying to get away from the froofy stereotype.”
Another ultra-expressive eye movement. Is it a European thing, an English thing, a Camaalis thing or just a Darren thing that lets him say a sentence with a glance? “Fine. We need a small fridge full of beer, a commode and a television, like on the advert then.”
“Whatever. Look I’m beat. Can we take a break or something at least?” He had got me up at dawn to do this after all. And virtually no coffee breaks, surely the daemon tainted sorcerer has a least some pity.
“You sleep like the dead until ten - well, like the dead if they could operate industrial machinery, because your snoring just isn’t natural, work for five minutes then want a break?” Then he smiles, I always look for Darren’s smiles, they’re so rare, better than diamonds to me. “Besides, I thought you had more stamina?” Ok, maybe not diamonds. The Camaalis family is right, he is evil incarnate.
I try my most seductive smile on him, one that has tripped dozens of guys into my bed. Yeah I know, when I first tried it on Darren he nearly killed me, but there has to be a first time. “You get all naked and lay on the bed and I’ll give you stamina all day if you want.”
Guess what? It doesn’t work. “The paint’s wet, I’m not cavorting all over the room and ruining a weeks work. We’re both covered in enough paint as it is, thanks to your... novel painting technique.”
Ok, going for broke, I have an idea. “Your right, we’re coated aren’t we?” Another eye roll. “Well, we should clean up.” He has time to look suspicious before I grab him and sling him over one shoulder. I managed to get us both to the bathroom before he started yelling at me. Don’t worry, it’s good for him, trust me. I dump him on the tile floor, a little hard I admit, but it gives me time to grab a handful of his hair and ruffle it up into a massive mess. A couple of tangles fall in front of his face completely covering it. This is the best way to keep him prisoner, he might struggle out of handcuffs, he can call diabolical spells to break any cage. Strip him naked and he’ll run out nude. But mess up his hair and he isn't going anywhere until every strand’s back in place. maybe someone should tell the Camaalis family - don’t bother with plots and spells, just swap his conditioner.
I start the hot water taps for the Jacuzzi and turn back to Darren while he’s still blindly fumbling for a hair brush. I grab the front of his shirt and pull, buttons pop off and go flying everywhere, he opens his mouth, to yell at me probably since his eyes are still covered, but gets a mouthful of hair and nearly chokes instead. If I were him I’d so get a hair cut, ankle length hair's cool when all dressed up and a fucking pain the rest of the time. Still, with his arms pinned, eyes covered and being suffocated by his own hair, he really can't stop me pulling his trousers off, or his underwear. Actually he doesn’t recover until I’ve take off the shirt and gloves as well. Scrap that, long hair is cool.
He glares at me, but it really doesn't work when he’s naked and yummy on the floor. That really white skin and black hair, I love it. Add in those blue eyes and I swear the Camaalis’s have got some secret beauty spells or something. His colourful tattoos round his neck, ankles and wrists look amazing, even his silver wards make him look even more stunning. Even the fucking burns caused by the wards look great. Shit, humans just don't look that good!
He seems to realise that the glare so isn't working, best not to give him time to think really. He opens his mouth but I drop him in the Jacuzzi before he can actually say anything, well, anything beyond coughing and spluttering. Which gave me time to strip off too. See? I got this all planned out.
He glares at me from the other side of the tub as I get in, though his eyes do wander, I love the way he can’t keep his eyes off me whenever I’m naked - it’s real good for the self-esteem. I sit opposite and hold my arms out to him. He’ll come round eventually.
Yep, he goes for one last eye roll before sliding over next to me, he even lets me pull him into a hug, pressing our wet bodies together real tight. He stays stiff as a board for a few seconds - and not even in the right places either, until finally relaxing against me. I lean down to kiss him and he turns his head to bring his mouth to mine.
“I’m still angry with you.”
“Whatever you say.” I kiss him again. He doesn’t resist at all, even when I pull him on top of me, straddling my legs and wrap my arms around him. I let him pull back, then he kisses me, running one hand through my short blond hair and the other trailing down my back.
“Still mad at me?” He ignores me, he seems far more interested in licking the water off my chest, but I’m happy to go with that. Just one thing, though...
I reach over and turn on the water jets, the after comes alive with powerful streams and currents, and, if you have the talent to see it, spirits. Really good spirits actually, took me days to get this right. The water moves weirdly, not naturally. It roils round you, almost caressing you like hands. It even manages to touch you in just the right places. It works perfectly, they were definitely days well spent.
Darren goes rigid as a board against me, which is so not a bad thing, before glaring at me. “That is obscene.” I just grin back and kiss him again. It’s not like he couldn't stop it if he wanted to. He kissed me back, hard and really hot. His hands had moved to my shoulders and they were holding on real hard, it’s always surprising how strong Darren is, he looks so frail but can nearly leave bruises with his grip.
I sink down into the water, it feels like a thousand delicate hands rubbing me just right, pulling Darren down on top of me. Or maybe just letting him push me down and ride up on top of me. The water shifts, forming a depression where my head is to stop me drowning and let us go deep enough to covert most of Darren as well. He writhes beautifully above me as the water swirls round him and into him. I can almost feel it touch every hotspot he has. I do brilliant work.
He rolls forwards and kisses me, and he so isn’t mad anymore. His tongue smashes into my mouth as his body slides on top of mine, grinding into me, rubbing our cocks together, surrounded by thousands of invisible stroking hands, it’s beyond intense. His hair falls into the water, entangling us, tying us together, seeming to bring us closer. Fuck, with these spirits, maybe it is! He doesn't fight it, and I certainly aren’t, as we’re pulled tighter and tighter together with bands of ebony.
My hands reach the unbelievably tight cheeks of his arse, slim but strong, no fat their, just muscle moulded by some perfect artist. I just squeeze over and over for a time, I can't help it, it feels so good in my hands, besides it drives him mad, makes him rub up against me even harder, and I thought he was already pushing with everything he had!
I was getting too close now, had to do it now or I’d come too soon. I pull him up by his sweet backside, pulling him up my body. He growls low and savage, as his lips leave mine, the suction parts with a pop of released pressure. Something dark moves behind his eyes, something inhuman and hungry. Something hungry that saw it’s prey being taken away. Have I ever mentioned how incredibly sexy that look is? Never had anyone look at me with such need before. Yeah, it’s dangerous, but to be wanted like that, needed like that... well, that’s something else.
I spread his cheeks apart, staring into his eyes as that hunger burns hotter. I push him back down, slowly, carefully, holding that violent eye contact where something dark snarls. The head of my cock eases against his tight hole. I saw the darkness rear in his eyes. I push him down, hard and fast, pushing myself deep inside him, using only the heightened bath water to ease the passage. The darkness roars, and falls upon me. Darren’s lips plunge into mind, so hard my head hits the bottom of the bath, the world swims in erotic bubbles and sensual streams. My legs come up, forcing my cock full length inside him. He yells, muffled by my mouth that he refuses to release. I can't breathe, his mouth against mine, the water burning around me. He rocks on top of my cock, leading the action, taking control from above. I can't breathe, I can't catch my breath. My body moves instinctively against his, into his, following the pace he sets as the water seethes and caresses and gropes.
I can't breathe, and I’m past caring. My whole body is rolling with it now, my spine arching back and whipping forward. My hands clutch his hair so hard I can feel them cramp, not important, I have to keep his lips against mine. His tongue in my mouth, those hungry eyes less than an inch from mine.
He rides me in a frenzy, completely lost in the wild, violent motions. The Water raises up in waves before crashing back down to rub and stroke and slap. It oozes between our bodies, encircles us and covers us in a hot foaming mass.
With a shot of scalding heat, Darren pulls away from me, his mouth wide but silent, he doesn’t have enough breath to scream as he comes. He shudders over me time and again, body thrashing over me, muscles contracting over and over, squeezing me, pulling me, bringing me. I come inside him screaming when he can't, uncaring that I’m half drowning. The spirit water around us freezes briefly then explodes outwards, drenching the entire bathroom, nearly emptying the bath.
I collapse, panting, trying to breathe again. Darren, who normally seems to weigh next to nothing, now pins me underneath him. He wavers, dazed, looking almost concussed. Muzzily, he turns off the Jacuzzi. The room is silent except for the dripping of water and our gasping breath. Darren collapses on top of me, knocking what little air I have left out of me.
Darren raises his head, his eyes are unfocused. Damn, I’m good. “You’re cleaning the bathroom.”
I just grin and hold him.
I would have posted this sooner, but I've only just copied it up from my Business Accounts notes (and believe me, you have never seen anything mnore jarring than the utter tedium that is accounts next to descriptions of pretty boy sex).
As for Spark in Darkness - this is canon, but is a prequel to happier times. I'm not doing current slash - Darren is in a near coma like state after all, even Rick isn't that sick. Honest.
“OK, time out Darren.” I put the paint roller down for a second. We’ve been at this for hours, and, alright the bedroom’s looking more interesting, but it’s still a mess. Yeah, I know, wait ‘till it's finished, and some bits of it are really cool, but I’m not into the idea of taking weeks to redecorate. “Are we finished yet?”
He puts down his paint brush, carefully cleaning it, looks at me, glances round the room. Then looks back and raises and eyebrow. “Does it look finished?”
“Yeah, it’s cool. Oriental.”
Oops, mistake. I’m getting that ‘is he kidding or is he really that stupid’ look. “It’s actually Regency modulated with dramatic Victorian Gothic with art deco accents.”
“Do you know how gay you sound saying things like that? We’re trying to get away from the froofy stereotype.”
Another ultra-expressive eye movement. Is it a European thing, an English thing, a Camaalis thing or just a Darren thing that lets him say a sentence with a glance? “Fine. We need a small fridge full of beer, a commode and a television, like on the advert then.”
“Whatever. Look I’m beat. Can we take a break or something at least?” He had got me up at dawn to do this after all. And virtually no coffee breaks, surely the daemon tainted sorcerer has a least some pity.
“You sleep like the dead until ten - well, like the dead if they could operate industrial machinery, because your snoring just isn’t natural, work for five minutes then want a break?” Then he smiles, I always look for Darren’s smiles, they’re so rare, better than diamonds to me. “Besides, I thought you had more stamina?” Ok, maybe not diamonds. The Camaalis family is right, he is evil incarnate.
I try my most seductive smile on him, one that has tripped dozens of guys into my bed. Yeah I know, when I first tried it on Darren he nearly killed me, but there has to be a first time. “You get all naked and lay on the bed and I’ll give you stamina all day if you want.”
Guess what? It doesn’t work. “The paint’s wet, I’m not cavorting all over the room and ruining a weeks work. We’re both covered in enough paint as it is, thanks to your... novel painting technique.”
Ok, going for broke, I have an idea. “Your right, we’re coated aren’t we?” Another eye roll. “Well, we should clean up.” He has time to look suspicious before I grab him and sling him over one shoulder. I managed to get us both to the bathroom before he started yelling at me. Don’t worry, it’s good for him, trust me. I dump him on the tile floor, a little hard I admit, but it gives me time to grab a handful of his hair and ruffle it up into a massive mess. A couple of tangles fall in front of his face completely covering it. This is the best way to keep him prisoner, he might struggle out of handcuffs, he can call diabolical spells to break any cage. Strip him naked and he’ll run out nude. But mess up his hair and he isn't going anywhere until every strand’s back in place. maybe someone should tell the Camaalis family - don’t bother with plots and spells, just swap his conditioner.
I start the hot water taps for the Jacuzzi and turn back to Darren while he’s still blindly fumbling for a hair brush. I grab the front of his shirt and pull, buttons pop off and go flying everywhere, he opens his mouth, to yell at me probably since his eyes are still covered, but gets a mouthful of hair and nearly chokes instead. If I were him I’d so get a hair cut, ankle length hair's cool when all dressed up and a fucking pain the rest of the time. Still, with his arms pinned, eyes covered and being suffocated by his own hair, he really can't stop me pulling his trousers off, or his underwear. Actually he doesn’t recover until I’ve take off the shirt and gloves as well. Scrap that, long hair is cool.
He glares at me, but it really doesn't work when he’s naked and yummy on the floor. That really white skin and black hair, I love it. Add in those blue eyes and I swear the Camaalis’s have got some secret beauty spells or something. His colourful tattoos round his neck, ankles and wrists look amazing, even his silver wards make him look even more stunning. Even the fucking burns caused by the wards look great. Shit, humans just don't look that good!
He seems to realise that the glare so isn't working, best not to give him time to think really. He opens his mouth but I drop him in the Jacuzzi before he can actually say anything, well, anything beyond coughing and spluttering. Which gave me time to strip off too. See? I got this all planned out.
He glares at me from the other side of the tub as I get in, though his eyes do wander, I love the way he can’t keep his eyes off me whenever I’m naked - it’s real good for the self-esteem. I sit opposite and hold my arms out to him. He’ll come round eventually.
Yep, he goes for one last eye roll before sliding over next to me, he even lets me pull him into a hug, pressing our wet bodies together real tight. He stays stiff as a board for a few seconds - and not even in the right places either, until finally relaxing against me. I lean down to kiss him and he turns his head to bring his mouth to mine.
“I’m still angry with you.”
“Whatever you say.” I kiss him again. He doesn’t resist at all, even when I pull him on top of me, straddling my legs and wrap my arms around him. I let him pull back, then he kisses me, running one hand through my short blond hair and the other trailing down my back.
“Still mad at me?” He ignores me, he seems far more interested in licking the water off my chest, but I’m happy to go with that. Just one thing, though...
I reach over and turn on the water jets, the after comes alive with powerful streams and currents, and, if you have the talent to see it, spirits. Really good spirits actually, took me days to get this right. The water moves weirdly, not naturally. It roils round you, almost caressing you like hands. It even manages to touch you in just the right places. It works perfectly, they were definitely days well spent.
Darren goes rigid as a board against me, which is so not a bad thing, before glaring at me. “That is obscene.” I just grin back and kiss him again. It’s not like he couldn't stop it if he wanted to. He kissed me back, hard and really hot. His hands had moved to my shoulders and they were holding on real hard, it’s always surprising how strong Darren is, he looks so frail but can nearly leave bruises with his grip.
I sink down into the water, it feels like a thousand delicate hands rubbing me just right, pulling Darren down on top of me. Or maybe just letting him push me down and ride up on top of me. The water shifts, forming a depression where my head is to stop me drowning and let us go deep enough to covert most of Darren as well. He writhes beautifully above me as the water swirls round him and into him. I can almost feel it touch every hotspot he has. I do brilliant work.
He rolls forwards and kisses me, and he so isn’t mad anymore. His tongue smashes into my mouth as his body slides on top of mine, grinding into me, rubbing our cocks together, surrounded by thousands of invisible stroking hands, it’s beyond intense. His hair falls into the water, entangling us, tying us together, seeming to bring us closer. Fuck, with these spirits, maybe it is! He doesn't fight it, and I certainly aren’t, as we’re pulled tighter and tighter together with bands of ebony.
My hands reach the unbelievably tight cheeks of his arse, slim but strong, no fat their, just muscle moulded by some perfect artist. I just squeeze over and over for a time, I can't help it, it feels so good in my hands, besides it drives him mad, makes him rub up against me even harder, and I thought he was already pushing with everything he had!
I was getting too close now, had to do it now or I’d come too soon. I pull him up by his sweet backside, pulling him up my body. He growls low and savage, as his lips leave mine, the suction parts with a pop of released pressure. Something dark moves behind his eyes, something inhuman and hungry. Something hungry that saw it’s prey being taken away. Have I ever mentioned how incredibly sexy that look is? Never had anyone look at me with such need before. Yeah, it’s dangerous, but to be wanted like that, needed like that... well, that’s something else.
I spread his cheeks apart, staring into his eyes as that hunger burns hotter. I push him back down, slowly, carefully, holding that violent eye contact where something dark snarls. The head of my cock eases against his tight hole. I saw the darkness rear in his eyes. I push him down, hard and fast, pushing myself deep inside him, using only the heightened bath water to ease the passage. The darkness roars, and falls upon me. Darren’s lips plunge into mind, so hard my head hits the bottom of the bath, the world swims in erotic bubbles and sensual streams. My legs come up, forcing my cock full length inside him. He yells, muffled by my mouth that he refuses to release. I can't breathe, his mouth against mine, the water burning around me. He rocks on top of my cock, leading the action, taking control from above. I can't breathe, I can't catch my breath. My body moves instinctively against his, into his, following the pace he sets as the water seethes and caresses and gropes.
I can't breathe, and I’m past caring. My whole body is rolling with it now, my spine arching back and whipping forward. My hands clutch his hair so hard I can feel them cramp, not important, I have to keep his lips against mine. His tongue in my mouth, those hungry eyes less than an inch from mine.
He rides me in a frenzy, completely lost in the wild, violent motions. The Water raises up in waves before crashing back down to rub and stroke and slap. It oozes between our bodies, encircles us and covers us in a hot foaming mass.
With a shot of scalding heat, Darren pulls away from me, his mouth wide but silent, he doesn’t have enough breath to scream as he comes. He shudders over me time and again, body thrashing over me, muscles contracting over and over, squeezing me, pulling me, bringing me. I come inside him screaming when he can't, uncaring that I’m half drowning. The spirit water around us freezes briefly then explodes outwards, drenching the entire bathroom, nearly emptying the bath.
I collapse, panting, trying to breathe again. Darren, who normally seems to weigh next to nothing, now pins me underneath him. He wavers, dazed, looking almost concussed. Muzzily, he turns off the Jacuzzi. The room is silent except for the dripping of water and our gasping breath. Darren collapses on top of me, knocking what little air I have left out of me.
Darren raises his head, his eyes are unfocused. Damn, I’m good. “You’re cleaning the bathroom.”
I just grin and hold him.
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Date: 2003-11-04 10:11 pm (UTC)Guh.
I reeeaally like Darren's hair. Really really. And that jacuzzi? Wow.
me=not very coherent at the moment. I think you broke me.
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Date: 2003-11-05 09:20 am (UTC)Long hair jus... well, ye dinna need words, tis purty.
Rick's Jaccuzzi is probably illegal but great fun... he does ahve soem good ideas that boy.
*prods broken phoenix* oops! Anyone got any super glue?
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Date: 2003-11-07 04:07 pm (UTC)NoIdonothavealonghairobsessionwhydoyouask? Mmm, hair-bondage...
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Date: 2003-11-07 05:48 pm (UTC)Hair bondage... oh no...
Rick: oooh, that sounds fun.
Darren: *glares*