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sparkindarknessAnd some actual smut as well!
No it's not a PWP (well, maybe), it clears up some possible confusion after teh big battle against Camaalis, but it follows on with dark sexy slash. Always good, I've been missing it.
As ever, all previous entries for Spark in Darkness, in fact, for all my fiction, can be found in my memories section.
Sweet gods, I was tired. Fighting my family always takes everything I have. One day I should look at marketing it as a wonderful new exercise programme.
“What’s so funny?” Rick shook me, gently. I hadn’t even realised I was smiling. I tilted my head up to look at him fully from my warm little nest in his arms.
“I was thinking about selling fugitive status from my family as a keep fit programme.” I think honesty is best in a relationship. Especially when it messes with his head. He always looks so cute when he’s confused. He rarely looks cute, usually looks gorgeous, super sexy and unbelievably beautiful, but rarely cute. He solves his confusion by kissing me. I didn’t think he understood, but kissing is better than understanding anyway.
He pulled away, but he didn't have his usual slightly goofy grin as he usually did. He looked worryingly serious... I’ve been dreading this, desperately trying to avoid the subject, hoping it would eventually go away. He always complains when I do that, he thinks I should talk about when I have a problem. There aren’t enough hours in the day for me to talk that long. I wouldn’t inflict it on Rick either.
He took him a full minute to find the words, I’m sure, his mouth moving silently as he tried to think. “Hmmm... Darren? Errr... what happened?”
I blinked. It wasn’t what I was expecting. I eyed him suspiciously, he’s leading up to it, I know it. “What happened when, exactly?”
He gave me a stern look. It didn't suit him; he needed more practice. He seemed to realise this, and tapped my nose instead. I was much more practiced at withering glares than he, even if they never did have any affect on him.
“Don’t give me that! We just had a small war, or didn’t you notice? You went into a coma! What happened?” Then he grinned. Not necessarily a good sign. “Tell me, or I’ll have to torture it out of you...”
I considered this for a little while. It isn't an entirely unappealing idea, Rick can be very... imaginative at times. No, maybe later. He does deserve an explanation... He did nearly die... no, I’m not going to think about that either. Not yet. Not ever if I can manage it.
I took a deep breath, and began. “You know why my family hunts me, I’m not going to drag it up again. You know why they attacked and why we fought them.” I shifted a little, trying to pull myself into him, fell him warm against me. Trying to push aside my guilt a little, I don’t need more. “You know why I trapped you in the oubliette as well... I didn’t want to risk you.” I looked up at him again, he hasn’t brought that up yet either. I know I’d be furious if he’d done it to me. He watched me severely of what seemed like an eternity. He couldn’t hold it though, he was too nice a person. is face cracked, his near ever-present smile floating to the surface.
He leaned down to kiss me again, one hand stroking across my chest and stomach, slightly proprietarily. I liked it and stretched against him. “We’ll talk about that later. Believe me.” It seemed Rick hadn’t forgotten the torture either... “Why the park? And what happened to you? And them for that matter!”
“I let them choose the place for us to meet. They expected a fight, I imagine they wanted to avoid the possibility of people being caught in the cross fire. They value life very highly.” I didn’t try to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. “You took care of Nikolai, which must have surprised him. Surprised me, too.” He glared at me and smacked me, gently. I grabbed his hand, briefly amusing myself by sucking the long fingers. It always seems to be an effective method of distracting him.
“Donald spent a brief period playing with Ahrimadan and some of his own corrupted minions. I think the daemons were banished safely...” I thought for a minute, I hadn't banished them, Rick hadn’t. That could be a problem for the future... “I assume Ahrimadan has dealt with it.”
“Oh, that fills me with confidence!”
I ignored him. “And I, what is that pleasant little euphemism your military uses to try and make their wars sound clean? Ah yes, I neutralised Rhiannon. Unfortunately she managed to send my consciousness to the very depths of my mind. A last, self-sacrificing blow against me.”
I sat up, until we were eye to eye. I love his eyes, they’re pale, but very bright, always shining with something. “I was trapped in my own mind. I could get out... I think I could. But I longed for oblivion too much to drive myself to freedom. I would be lost now, prisoned in my own self hate, if you had not come. You gave me a reason to come out of the darkness.” I kissed him this time, wrapping my legs around his waist so I could press our bodies together as closely as possible. He was warm, almost hot against me. He always felt like he bathed in his own personal sunlight.
“I have to tell you, I had some help from the old shaman for that. Nikolai? Yeah, Nikolai. He knew far more about this mind crap than I did. I’d never have got in without him.” See? He agrees with honesty too. But he really is such an innocent, it’s almost frightening at times.
“Don’t be so quick to praise him. His motives weren’t so pure.” Rick blinked a couple of times, looking a little worried. I felt the ever-present burning on my chest flash a lot hotter. My eyes must have turned black... anger always raises my power. “He thought you would die in the darkness of my mind. If not, he thought he could kill us both while we lay insensible. If it weren’t for Ahrimadan fighting him, we would both be dead now.” I buried my head in his chest. We’d both have died... I would have lost him.
He pulled me up, his large strong hands holding my head firmly, burying into my long, thick hair. “We didn’t die. There was light in your head, as well as darkness. I survived it.” One hand held my head to mine, pushing me down into a kiss, the other slid down my body, pulling me back into him. He was wonderfully strong.
Then the kiss had me, thinking, light dark or otherwise, left me. There was only the hot, gentle press of his lips, so amazingly soft, against mine. He held me tight and firm, but still gentle, always gentle and tender. His tongue pushed its way slowly past his lips to explore me. I closed my eyes, barely even feeling the hand move from the back of my head. I needed nothing to pull me against him, just the touch of his lips against mine. It seemed such a long time since we had last been together.
His hand slid across the bare skin of my stomach, a gentle, tickling touch that I almost didn’t feel. It raised the few fine hairs I had across my torso, pebbling my skin with goose pimples. Bare skin? I pulled back from him and opened my eyes. He was grinning that little wicked grin of his, while that hand roamed upwards to gently circle my nipples. He’d taken off my shirt while he was kissing me, I hadn’t even noticed him doing it.
His grin widened, his other hand had now come round the front of me, and was sweeping inexorably downwards. He’d undone the buttons on my trousers as well! His hand slipped past my waist band easily, stroking and gently pulling at my already hard cock. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. He chuckled, low and rich, his hand moving expertly.
He used his gentle grip on my cock to tease me upwards. His fingers brushing upwards to the head of my cock, teasing and luring. I rose up onto me knees, one knee on each of his legs trying to follow the sweet caress of his hand.
His other hand drops now, I feel its passage from my chest, the fingers walking across my skin. It went lower, sliding past even my cock, to cup my balls, rubbing and grinding ever so slightly. I groaned, muffling the sound by pressing my lips fiercely against his. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, I didn't want any distractions, no sight, no sound. I just wanted to feel his hands on me, his mouth against mine, his tongue in its audacious explorations and the wave of heat steaming upwards from his body.
His hands moved together in perfect symphony, their harmony occasionally interrupted as one or other left their maddening ministrations, but never for long. My hands clung to his shoulders as if I were drowning and he the only thing keeping me afloat. I could feel my nails digging into his skin, but I couldn't stop. My power rose within me, unbidden, the burning of the wards couldn't compete with the wonderful feeling of Rick’s hands on my body.
One of Rick’s hands had moved to my arse, gripping the cheeks so hard it almost hurt. I growled, lower than my voice ever reached, a low rich rumbling sound heard through the skin and the spine. I felt the tiny hairs dusting Rick’s body stand on end, he shivered with a delicious chill.
He pulled back from me long enough to see the darkness in my eyes and the predatory slant to my lips. Whatever he saw, he seemed to like, his answering grin wide and wicked. He slowly brought his lips back towards mine. I didn't let him, I wouldn’t wait. I rammed my head down like a hammer, hitting him so hard he nearly fell backwards. My lips eat at his, tongue pushing his back roaming freely through his mouth. The muscles in my face strained as I kissed harder. I hungered for the taste of him.
Then I had it! A sweet metallic rush, hot, sticky and incredibly tasty. One of my suddenly elongated canines had cut his lip, the gorgeous blood slipping between our wrestling tongues. I roared against his mouth, revelling in the carnal heat. He growled against me in response, defiant and challenging thick with his strength and sex. The hand on my arse moved, slicked with one of the eternal bottles of lube buried in the depths of the sofa, he plunged it into me, fast and hard. He thrust that one spearing finger into me time and again in time with his rumbling sex charged growl. My voice dissolved into guttural animal cries and the screams of daemons. I felt claws rip their way free of my fingers, the razored talons clawing mercilessly at his back. He screamed in full tortured pain, sweet gods it was wonderful! The inky pools of my eyes sought his; heat burned back at me, lust burning ever hotter through the sweet seasonings of pain and fear.
He lifted me bodily, his finger coming free from inside me. I snarled in protest, my hair coiled in animate waves, snaring his arms and body, and ebon spider web trying to pull us back together. He fought their cloying strength briefly, before pulling me down squarely on top of his throbbing hard cock. I screamed again, hands tightening, claws ripping flesh and shredding the sofa upholstery. My head thrashed round, lashing us with the million tailed whip of my hair, raising innumerable tiny welts on our skin. One fresh sprouted curving horn caught a cushion on the back of settee, sending it flying across the room, stuffing raining down from a gash down the front of it.
We fought in ecstatic counterpoint. I rode him fiercely from above, fighting for control in ever more frenzied movements. He battled for dominance from below, pushing his hips upwards with all his strength and more, forcing himself into me. We both drove the rhythm on with violence passion and heat, spurred on by the painful pleasure of my lashing hair. I roared and screamed, shaking the windows with my calls, rattling the furniture with my cries. Rick snarled and growled in counterpoint, challenging my every sound, driving it home with defiant burning eyes, fighting from behind a thin cage of delicious fear.
We were lost in the battle, absorbed in the conflict. We clashed in erotic duelling for an age, the world dissolved down to the sight of him under me, the feel of him inside me, the feel of my hair still driving us on, and the cry of the dark violent passions inside me. Hours seemed to pass but the shortness of breath never stilled the cries, the shining sheen of sweat never stilled the energised thrusting against each other. We never slowed, never paused, never broke. We fought to the end, the glorious divine end!
We were so lost in the unbearable sea of intensity that the sudden overwhelming blast of orgasm hit us both completely unawares. It was incredible! Beyond description!” Beyond imagining#! Beyond experience!” My body shattered, my form lost, I was the orgasm, a shining being of unbelievable hedonistic pleasure! I barely felt my flailing hand smash the entire back off the sofa in an explosion of splinters. I rode the wave as my other hand flailed helplessly, tearing so deeply into the cushions under us that the talons cut into the springs themselves. My head flailed, and I was only dimly aware of my hair shattering the ceiling light. I didn’t even feel when my body resolved back into its original form. I screamed and cried and writhed over him as I poured my seed on his stomach in deep shuddering waves. I felt him come deep, so very deep inside me, his hips bucking and shaking. I think he cried out, but it was hard to hear over my own screams.
Rick panted up at me eyes wide and awed.
“Fuck... that was incredible.”
I just nodded mutely. I think I’d shouted myself raw.
“I don’t know what that was, but you are so doing it again!”
I opened my mouth to protest - it was too dangerous... and then the sofa collapsed.
We hit the floor hard, adding bruises to the injuries we’d already inflicted on each other - well, that I'd already inflicted on us both. I lay stunned for a minute on top of him.
He laughed, wild and free and joyous. There was no pain in his eyes, no fear just joy. It was infectious, I couldn’t help but send my own quite, little used laugh after his. Gods, how long had it been since I’d last laughed, really laughed? How many years?
I knew I really was home.
Ha! And we’d just wrecked it. In that moment I just dissolved into helpless mirth.
It was good to be home.
No it's not a PWP (well, maybe), it clears up some possible confusion after teh big battle against Camaalis, but it follows on with dark sexy slash. Always good, I've been missing it.
As ever, all previous entries for Spark in Darkness, in fact, for all my fiction, can be found in my memories section.
Sweet gods, I was tired. Fighting my family always takes everything I have. One day I should look at marketing it as a wonderful new exercise programme.
“What’s so funny?” Rick shook me, gently. I hadn’t even realised I was smiling. I tilted my head up to look at him fully from my warm little nest in his arms.
“I was thinking about selling fugitive status from my family as a keep fit programme.” I think honesty is best in a relationship. Especially when it messes with his head. He always looks so cute when he’s confused. He rarely looks cute, usually looks gorgeous, super sexy and unbelievably beautiful, but rarely cute. He solves his confusion by kissing me. I didn’t think he understood, but kissing is better than understanding anyway.
He pulled away, but he didn't have his usual slightly goofy grin as he usually did. He looked worryingly serious... I’ve been dreading this, desperately trying to avoid the subject, hoping it would eventually go away. He always complains when I do that, he thinks I should talk about when I have a problem. There aren’t enough hours in the day for me to talk that long. I wouldn’t inflict it on Rick either.
He took him a full minute to find the words, I’m sure, his mouth moving silently as he tried to think. “Hmmm... Darren? Errr... what happened?”
I blinked. It wasn’t what I was expecting. I eyed him suspiciously, he’s leading up to it, I know it. “What happened when, exactly?”
He gave me a stern look. It didn't suit him; he needed more practice. He seemed to realise this, and tapped my nose instead. I was much more practiced at withering glares than he, even if they never did have any affect on him.
“Don’t give me that! We just had a small war, or didn’t you notice? You went into a coma! What happened?” Then he grinned. Not necessarily a good sign. “Tell me, or I’ll have to torture it out of you...”
I considered this for a little while. It isn't an entirely unappealing idea, Rick can be very... imaginative at times. No, maybe later. He does deserve an explanation... He did nearly die... no, I’m not going to think about that either. Not yet. Not ever if I can manage it.
I took a deep breath, and began. “You know why my family hunts me, I’m not going to drag it up again. You know why they attacked and why we fought them.” I shifted a little, trying to pull myself into him, fell him warm against me. Trying to push aside my guilt a little, I don’t need more. “You know why I trapped you in the oubliette as well... I didn’t want to risk you.” I looked up at him again, he hasn’t brought that up yet either. I know I’d be furious if he’d done it to me. He watched me severely of what seemed like an eternity. He couldn’t hold it though, he was too nice a person. is face cracked, his near ever-present smile floating to the surface.
He leaned down to kiss me again, one hand stroking across my chest and stomach, slightly proprietarily. I liked it and stretched against him. “We’ll talk about that later. Believe me.” It seemed Rick hadn’t forgotten the torture either... “Why the park? And what happened to you? And them for that matter!”
“I let them choose the place for us to meet. They expected a fight, I imagine they wanted to avoid the possibility of people being caught in the cross fire. They value life very highly.” I didn’t try to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. “You took care of Nikolai, which must have surprised him. Surprised me, too.” He glared at me and smacked me, gently. I grabbed his hand, briefly amusing myself by sucking the long fingers. It always seems to be an effective method of distracting him.
“Donald spent a brief period playing with Ahrimadan and some of his own corrupted minions. I think the daemons were banished safely...” I thought for a minute, I hadn't banished them, Rick hadn’t. That could be a problem for the future... “I assume Ahrimadan has dealt with it.”
“Oh, that fills me with confidence!”
I ignored him. “And I, what is that pleasant little euphemism your military uses to try and make their wars sound clean? Ah yes, I neutralised Rhiannon. Unfortunately she managed to send my consciousness to the very depths of my mind. A last, self-sacrificing blow against me.”
I sat up, until we were eye to eye. I love his eyes, they’re pale, but very bright, always shining with something. “I was trapped in my own mind. I could get out... I think I could. But I longed for oblivion too much to drive myself to freedom. I would be lost now, prisoned in my own self hate, if you had not come. You gave me a reason to come out of the darkness.” I kissed him this time, wrapping my legs around his waist so I could press our bodies together as closely as possible. He was warm, almost hot against me. He always felt like he bathed in his own personal sunlight.
“I have to tell you, I had some help from the old shaman for that. Nikolai? Yeah, Nikolai. He knew far more about this mind crap than I did. I’d never have got in without him.” See? He agrees with honesty too. But he really is such an innocent, it’s almost frightening at times.
“Don’t be so quick to praise him. His motives weren’t so pure.” Rick blinked a couple of times, looking a little worried. I felt the ever-present burning on my chest flash a lot hotter. My eyes must have turned black... anger always raises my power. “He thought you would die in the darkness of my mind. If not, he thought he could kill us both while we lay insensible. If it weren’t for Ahrimadan fighting him, we would both be dead now.” I buried my head in his chest. We’d both have died... I would have lost him.
He pulled me up, his large strong hands holding my head firmly, burying into my long, thick hair. “We didn’t die. There was light in your head, as well as darkness. I survived it.” One hand held my head to mine, pushing me down into a kiss, the other slid down my body, pulling me back into him. He was wonderfully strong.
Then the kiss had me, thinking, light dark or otherwise, left me. There was only the hot, gentle press of his lips, so amazingly soft, against mine. He held me tight and firm, but still gentle, always gentle and tender. His tongue pushed its way slowly past his lips to explore me. I closed my eyes, barely even feeling the hand move from the back of my head. I needed nothing to pull me against him, just the touch of his lips against mine. It seemed such a long time since we had last been together.
His hand slid across the bare skin of my stomach, a gentle, tickling touch that I almost didn’t feel. It raised the few fine hairs I had across my torso, pebbling my skin with goose pimples. Bare skin? I pulled back from him and opened my eyes. He was grinning that little wicked grin of his, while that hand roamed upwards to gently circle my nipples. He’d taken off my shirt while he was kissing me, I hadn’t even noticed him doing it.
His grin widened, his other hand had now come round the front of me, and was sweeping inexorably downwards. He’d undone the buttons on my trousers as well! His hand slipped past my waist band easily, stroking and gently pulling at my already hard cock. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. He chuckled, low and rich, his hand moving expertly.
He used his gentle grip on my cock to tease me upwards. His fingers brushing upwards to the head of my cock, teasing and luring. I rose up onto me knees, one knee on each of his legs trying to follow the sweet caress of his hand.
His other hand drops now, I feel its passage from my chest, the fingers walking across my skin. It went lower, sliding past even my cock, to cup my balls, rubbing and grinding ever so slightly. I groaned, muffling the sound by pressing my lips fiercely against his. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, I didn't want any distractions, no sight, no sound. I just wanted to feel his hands on me, his mouth against mine, his tongue in its audacious explorations and the wave of heat steaming upwards from his body.
His hands moved together in perfect symphony, their harmony occasionally interrupted as one or other left their maddening ministrations, but never for long. My hands clung to his shoulders as if I were drowning and he the only thing keeping me afloat. I could feel my nails digging into his skin, but I couldn't stop. My power rose within me, unbidden, the burning of the wards couldn't compete with the wonderful feeling of Rick’s hands on my body.
One of Rick’s hands had moved to my arse, gripping the cheeks so hard it almost hurt. I growled, lower than my voice ever reached, a low rich rumbling sound heard through the skin and the spine. I felt the tiny hairs dusting Rick’s body stand on end, he shivered with a delicious chill.
He pulled back from me long enough to see the darkness in my eyes and the predatory slant to my lips. Whatever he saw, he seemed to like, his answering grin wide and wicked. He slowly brought his lips back towards mine. I didn't let him, I wouldn’t wait. I rammed my head down like a hammer, hitting him so hard he nearly fell backwards. My lips eat at his, tongue pushing his back roaming freely through his mouth. The muscles in my face strained as I kissed harder. I hungered for the taste of him.
Then I had it! A sweet metallic rush, hot, sticky and incredibly tasty. One of my suddenly elongated canines had cut his lip, the gorgeous blood slipping between our wrestling tongues. I roared against his mouth, revelling in the carnal heat. He growled against me in response, defiant and challenging thick with his strength and sex. The hand on my arse moved, slicked with one of the eternal bottles of lube buried in the depths of the sofa, he plunged it into me, fast and hard. He thrust that one spearing finger into me time and again in time with his rumbling sex charged growl. My voice dissolved into guttural animal cries and the screams of daemons. I felt claws rip their way free of my fingers, the razored talons clawing mercilessly at his back. He screamed in full tortured pain, sweet gods it was wonderful! The inky pools of my eyes sought his; heat burned back at me, lust burning ever hotter through the sweet seasonings of pain and fear.
He lifted me bodily, his finger coming free from inside me. I snarled in protest, my hair coiled in animate waves, snaring his arms and body, and ebon spider web trying to pull us back together. He fought their cloying strength briefly, before pulling me down squarely on top of his throbbing hard cock. I screamed again, hands tightening, claws ripping flesh and shredding the sofa upholstery. My head thrashed round, lashing us with the million tailed whip of my hair, raising innumerable tiny welts on our skin. One fresh sprouted curving horn caught a cushion on the back of settee, sending it flying across the room, stuffing raining down from a gash down the front of it.
We fought in ecstatic counterpoint. I rode him fiercely from above, fighting for control in ever more frenzied movements. He battled for dominance from below, pushing his hips upwards with all his strength and more, forcing himself into me. We both drove the rhythm on with violence passion and heat, spurred on by the painful pleasure of my lashing hair. I roared and screamed, shaking the windows with my calls, rattling the furniture with my cries. Rick snarled and growled in counterpoint, challenging my every sound, driving it home with defiant burning eyes, fighting from behind a thin cage of delicious fear.
We were lost in the battle, absorbed in the conflict. We clashed in erotic duelling for an age, the world dissolved down to the sight of him under me, the feel of him inside me, the feel of my hair still driving us on, and the cry of the dark violent passions inside me. Hours seemed to pass but the shortness of breath never stilled the cries, the shining sheen of sweat never stilled the energised thrusting against each other. We never slowed, never paused, never broke. We fought to the end, the glorious divine end!
We were so lost in the unbearable sea of intensity that the sudden overwhelming blast of orgasm hit us both completely unawares. It was incredible! Beyond description!” Beyond imagining#! Beyond experience!” My body shattered, my form lost, I was the orgasm, a shining being of unbelievable hedonistic pleasure! I barely felt my flailing hand smash the entire back off the sofa in an explosion of splinters. I rode the wave as my other hand flailed helplessly, tearing so deeply into the cushions under us that the talons cut into the springs themselves. My head flailed, and I was only dimly aware of my hair shattering the ceiling light. I didn’t even feel when my body resolved back into its original form. I screamed and cried and writhed over him as I poured my seed on his stomach in deep shuddering waves. I felt him come deep, so very deep inside me, his hips bucking and shaking. I think he cried out, but it was hard to hear over my own screams.
Rick panted up at me eyes wide and awed.
“Fuck... that was incredible.”
I just nodded mutely. I think I’d shouted myself raw.
“I don’t know what that was, but you are so doing it again!”
I opened my mouth to protest - it was too dangerous... and then the sofa collapsed.
We hit the floor hard, adding bruises to the injuries we’d already inflicted on each other - well, that I'd already inflicted on us both. I lay stunned for a minute on top of him.
He laughed, wild and free and joyous. There was no pain in his eyes, no fear just joy. It was infectious, I couldn’t help but send my own quite, little used laugh after his. Gods, how long had it been since I’d last laughed, really laughed? How many years?
I knew I really was home.
Ha! And we’d just wrecked it. In that moment I just dissolved into helpless mirth.
It was good to be home.
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Date: 2003-12-22 05:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-12-23 01:36 am (UTC)They've done the bed and the kitchen table before. They WERE content to not bother me with repeat performances.
*groans* I'm too tired to have that buzzing in my head...