Issue 11 - Erato rules.

[sparkindarkness]

He's burning. His skin, I was sure it was cool, so cold I was sure he was ill, or in shock, something wrong anyway. Not now, he's hot, not just looking hot, but his skin practically sends off steam. His mouth burns against mine. He feeds, eats at my lips, pushing with such force, exploring with an almost desperate urge that my lips bruise and my mouth opens in the face of his assault.

Hes so desperate, so... I don't have a word for it, he's just so fucking passionate it's almost scary. He's clutching to me so hard I can feel every inch of his body, even through jeans. It's almost painful how hard he's holding on, his fingers bruising into my shoulders, clawing frantically at my back.

His teeth grate across my lip, I feel a little blood shed and he growls. He fucking growled, and it was SO damn sexy. I'm already hard as a rock, but that sound makes the blood rush so strong it hurts. I can't hold back, I gotta have him. I need him! My hands clutch the strong firm muscles of his back, helping him pull closer, hold us together stronger, hotter, harder.

He twists in my grip pulling down, my fingers claw down his back. I didn't mean to, but he dragged himself across my tight grip. I know my nails have drawn blood. Shit. I want to apologise, the blood's flowing down his back, I can feel it coating my fingers. Fuck, I cut him up. Badly. But he growls. He fucking growls and grins

Oh FUCK I never seen that expression on anyone, on anything. I don't know whether to kiss him or run like hell. There's something... animal in that grin, something predatory. Something that's gonna take whatever it wants, however it wants, screw everyone else. Literally. How can someone be so hot and so scary at the same time?

He grabs my shirt, trying to pull it away, shit he ripped it! That was expensive! It was white and had these cool chinese characters going down the front. It even had an amazing chinese dragon twirling all round it, and...

He licks and bites down my chest. From my neck down to my trousers. Pausing slowly to leave deep impressions of his teeth on my skin. I can't stay still, I have to writhe and moan. It hurts, but damn, it feels good. How can it feel this good? His mouth is so hot. Everywhere he touches me, bites me, burns. Really painfully burns, and I love it. Breathe... must remember to breath. My hands are spasming in his hair, I can't control them. I'm never like this, never so quickly!

His fingers claw at my thighs, trying to reach flesh through my jeans. Is he trying to destroy all my wardrobe?. His hands are amazingly strong for their size, I can feel his nails dragging runnels in my skin even through the denim. But they're tiny, like the rest of him - well not all of him, it's pretty clear that at least one part is built on a larger scale. But he's so small and delicate, no way he can rip through my jeans. I try to unzip myself, but his mouth is still working, still marking me, biting it's way along my abs. My hands can't let go of their death grip in his hair.

He growls again and my mouth goes dry. So scary, so sexy. Then he looks at me. I love his eyes, rich strong blue, like incredibly deep pools. They're not anymore, they're black. Like holes into the abyss. Not sexy, scary! Very Scary!

"Um, Darren? Your eyes?!" I didn't scream, my voice is a little high pitched from lack of breath, is all.

His hands are surrounded in dark fire... oh shit! Not good, not good at all! He reaches for me... I'm desperately trying not to scream here. The silver pentacle on his chest flares angrily, a strong silver light. His chest smoulders where it touches. He touches my legs...

And my jeans turn to dust. And underwear. He grins again. I'm trying to breathe normally...

"Haven't you ever heard of a zipper? Do you have to ruin all my clothes?"

He looks confused, like language is too hard for him.

"Your clothes are horrible. Consider it a service to your wardrobe." Well, fuck, he's a fashion critic.

Then he screws up his face and looks like he's going to cry. Oh that's good for the self esteem! First time a guy sees you naked and he bursts into tears! He turns away and starts to scoot across the bed away from me.

"Darren? Darren, what's wrong? Your making me feel deformed here!" I think I surprised him. At least he turned back and looked at me. I think he meant to turn away but he just stopped and stared. The full body stare. Oh yes, now that's good for the self-esteem! He's just panning over my body again and again. Oh I love this. His eyes aren't black anymore, but they shine. Not power, lust.

"Darren? Yo, Darren?" He blinks and looks at my face. For a second anyway. Then he starts to tear up.

"I used power... I didn't mean to, it just came. We can't do this. I'll hurt you. I couldn't live with myself if I killed you."

Now it's my turn to growl. Mine's anger though. He is so not going all angsty in my fucking bed. I reach into the draw by my bed and pull out a pair of handcuffs - I keep some useful toys around, you never know when you might need them. I grab his arm with my other hand. He's magickally powerful. He could fry me to cinders with a thought and nothing my spirits could do would stop it. But physically, he's 5' 4" and slender. I got the advantage. He looks at me like I hit him with a club. Gives me enough time to force him onto his back and push his arms over his head. I lean on top of him, feel him squirm under my body, as I snap the cuffs around his wrists and through the headboard. I lean back, straddling his hips and look down at him with my own wicked grin. He just looks shell shocked.

"I can break through these." he rattles the cuffs above his head, and I feel the first stirrings of his power, and shudder. The silver pentacle on his chest glows, the smaller ones at his wrists gleam on their thin chains. To his surprise, the numerous tiny runs on the handcuffs glow too.

Told you I had some nifty toys. "You can. But with the binding spirits in the cuffs, and your wards, I think you have to be trying pretty fucking hard to do it." I lean down, one hand caressing down the length of him, and kiss him. Gently. I whisper into his mouth. "You can let go. You're safe here."

"Safe..." he's whispering. And he shudders. I try to focus on his eyes - difficult when you've got that gorgeous body laid out in front of you. When you can feel him hard as a rock underneath you. I hold eye contact and reach into the draw again. His eyes shift, following my hand. He licks his lips and that grin returns... His eyes burn, lust, impatience and just a little, fear. After all, there are so many nice toys in here. And some not so nice ones.

Time for that later, I hope. I pull out the lube, instead, and slowly move down off him, tracing his body with my fingers, until I reach his black silk boxer shorts. I stroke him through the fabric and hear his breath catch. I can't wait, foreplay some other time, damn it, I've gone through hell to get this guy in my bed. And he just goes through hell every day of his life. I pull his boxers down, almost roughly, and throw them in a corner. I'd destroy them like he did my clothes, but his look more expensive...

He's perfect. He may be short, but his cock is a good 7". I'm bigger, but an enormous cock on a short guy looks weird. This fits him, and besides, he's a good size in anyone's book. He's smooth and perfect, with very little hair, just enough to frame his beautiful pale cock and balls with a black halo. And it's soft, the hair is almost as soft as his head hair. His skin like velvet. I stroke him, unable to take my eyes from him, and hear the chain of the cuffs clink against the headboard as he shudders.

I move down, forcing his legs up with my hands, until I see his gorgeous arse stretched in front of me. I open the lube and begin lubing him up. Working it inside him. I lean down and lick, slowly, lightly from his arse up to his balls. Slowly I work in one finger, gently. He writhes on the bed, gasping. I like further up his balls, up his cock, to the very tip, before slowly working my way back down. I push another finger into him. Not as gently anymore, I can't, I want him so badly. I suck his cock into my mouth, licking the head in smooth circular rhythms. He groans, and I echo him. Working up and down that beautiful cock, I feel him throbbing in my mouth. His groans become a gasp as I work in a third finger, and there's nothing gentle about it at all.

I pull back from him. His head jerks up, eyes black from edge to edge, and he snarls at me. I can't help but shiver, how can he look so dangerous, laid out on his back, cuffed to the head board and hard as a rock?


I lift his heels high and bring myself to him. I lay my cock against his hole and push, gently. I ease myself into him. He throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut. His breath his ragged and hands clenched, he pulls himself a little away from me, closer to the headboard. Ick, I don't want to hurt him... I try to slow down, though it's so hard...

He rams downwards in one fast, hard movement. Suddenly I'm inside him, all in one go. He throws back his head and screams. I start to pull back, that had to hurt! Not wanting to sound vain, but I'm not a small guy by any stretch.

He jerks his eyes open and glares at me - hey, that wasn't my fault!

"Don't you dare stop now, Rick!" Fuck, Darren's seriously gagging for it! I heard some like it rough but this is ridiculous...

But his wish is my command. I loop his legs over my shoulders in one smooth movement and plunge myself back in him, fast and hard. He groans as I rise above him. Shakes and struggles as I fuck him. Deeper, stronger, harder, faster. I lean as high as I can for leverage and thrust into him with everything I got. Moving so fast that I'm sure we'll get friction burns...

He's screaming again, but it's not pain. He's yelling wordlessly, and the expression on his face is breath-taking. I can't describe that combination of lust, pleasure and heat. Just looking at him's enough to get me off...

BUt I'm doing far more than looking. And he's squeezing me, his body moving under me. He lifts his head, still gasping desperately, to kiss me. Still thrusting I kiss as hard as I can, but we're both gasping for breath. Breathing so hard, and he can't stop screaming and yelling. Time stretches. We spend and eternity in a world of hammering flesh and burning heat.

He tenses under me, I'm nearly thrown off him as he arches his back and screams so loud I'm sure the neighbours are calling the police. Then all thought leaves, and my screams chase his as I come inside him. The orgasm is so intense, stronger than anything I've ever felt before. My legs collapse under me. I fall the full length of his body, his legs falling to the bed. Our bodies are melded together, hot and slick with sweat. Fuck, that felt good.

I don't know how long I just lay on top of him, trying to breath, unable to move and not caring. I just stare into those beautiful blue eyes of his, at that happy smile. It's not his grin from before, not the sexy feral baring of teeth. It's soft and gentle. Angelic. Beautiful. I think I'm wearing a mirror image. He's just so perfect...

"I don't care if I am damned, Rick, for today you have already given me heaven. I will always remember this as a shield in dark times."

There's a lump in my throat, I don't know why, but it hits me as the most beautiful thing I ever heard.

"This will only be heaven, Darren, if you stay here. You can stay here in heaven, and have far more than memories as a shield."

Ok, I can't match his pretty words, but I mean it. I just can't imagine him leaving. I look in his eyes and see a brief moment of conflict. Resolve to go dissolves in his face.

He smiles, and I know he won't leave me.

Comments

[sparkindarkness.livejournal.com]

Thank you! *wipes up drool*

I like writing slash to cut his angst.

Ah, the mythical sleep, I really must try that some time!