Mini ficlet (with cliffhanger)
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sparkindarknessFirst of all my appeal for unknowns on my flist to introduce themselves has apparently driven some of them off... that was never the intention nor did I seek to force you to comment... so, um... sorry?
Anyway, here's a fic-let cut for content suggested more than done. Yes there's kinky fun, and yes there's probably the worst kind of cliffhanger.
My angst alarm’s going off. Darren’s definitely working on a full blown self-hating brood-fest. Did I ever mention how high maintenance Darren’s feelings are? The guy has some fucking severe issues, you just have to keep shovelling before you get drown in it. He’s worth it though. Trust me.
I thought we were in the clear, to be honest. I mean, he barely fucking blinked when we wasted the last load of Camaalis who came to call. Fuck, he would have killed that old shaman as well if I hadn't stopped him. Normally that'd be worth at least a month of tortured soul searching and gothic moping. We didn’t even get the deep meditating thing. Actually, that kind of worried me. Aren’t you supposed to be at least a little down after massacring family members? I think I’m going to file that under ‘don’t go there’ and let it go, ok? After what I’ve seen in his head, he has no reason to be sorry when family members drop dead.
So what’s sent him over this time? Sex. I know, it too me a while to figure out too. Alright, sex doesn't normally involve growing horns and claws (though the freaky eye thing is really sexy, the whippy hair thing also has reaaaal potential, but I’ll have to remember to keep more healing stuff round the place. It’s sexy when you’re thrusting into the sexy daemon boy, but just fucking painful when you’re trying to watch TV a couple of hours afterwards). Him wrecking the furniture isn’t the best either - great in the moment, then you’re standing on splinters. Worth it though, after all, who else can say that the sex is so good that you have to wreck the place when you come?
The sex was, fuck, I can’t describe it. It was beyond. Beyond what? Beyond everything! Seriously! Yeah, I’m making no sense, but if my brother’s heaven’s near as good as that then I’m converting. No, scrap that, I couldn’t take it! Ever felt so good that it hurt? Hurt more than anything you've ever felt before, I’m talking severe torture kind of hurt? But it still feels so good that you want to keep doing it, even as the pain gets worse? Yes? Well, take that, times it by a hundred or so and you might, might get an idea of what that sex was like. It was scary. It was extreme.
So what’s the problem? Well, fucked if I know. No, I do know, I just don’t want to think it through, it’s all kind of messy. Basically, Darren lost it, and I guess he could’ve seriously hurt me - I know there was no way I was going to stop him. He also topped. Yeah, I know I was technically the top, but he was in control, he held the power and ran with it, I just ran to keep up. He called the shots, and that doesn’t happen often. Yes, the little deamon boy’s a submissive through and through - I think one of the reasons he likes sex so much (beyond my totally amazing talent of course) is that he takes a back seat, gives up control to someone else. Guess that's why he's got so many messed up D/S and S/M fantasies. I get it though, when you have to spend every minute controlling yourself in case you accidentally drop a genocide must really make you want to let loose now and then, let someone else take up the reins. Or the whips.
And now he’s lost his little sanctuary. He doesn't think he can be safe anymore, doesn't think he can let loose his controls. This is going to be a serious down for our love life, especially since I really want him to go all daemon-y again at some point - a little evil can’t hurt, can it?
There’s only one thing for it. For the sake of Darren’s sanity and my sex life, I have to take control again, and make sure Darren knows who holds the reins. Yes, a terrible burden, but I will not fail!
Ok, arse-less leather chaps? Check. Leather harness? Check. Leather armless shirt-thing? Check. BOOTS (the capitals count, these aren’t wimpy boots, these are shit, kicking, bitching BOOTS) really check! Warded ropes? Check. Warded chains? Check. Warded handcuffs? Check four times over! Locks, clamps and straps? Check, check and check. Blindfolds, collar, ear muffs and gags? Sacks of them! Whips and fun stuff?? In the bag and ready.
Hold on Darren, I’m coming.
It’s amazing how selfless I am, you know.
Anyway, here's a fic-let cut for content suggested more than done. Yes there's kinky fun, and yes there's probably the worst kind of cliffhanger.
My angst alarm’s going off. Darren’s definitely working on a full blown self-hating brood-fest. Did I ever mention how high maintenance Darren’s feelings are? The guy has some fucking severe issues, you just have to keep shovelling before you get drown in it. He’s worth it though. Trust me.
I thought we were in the clear, to be honest. I mean, he barely fucking blinked when we wasted the last load of Camaalis who came to call. Fuck, he would have killed that old shaman as well if I hadn't stopped him. Normally that'd be worth at least a month of tortured soul searching and gothic moping. We didn’t even get the deep meditating thing. Actually, that kind of worried me. Aren’t you supposed to be at least a little down after massacring family members? I think I’m going to file that under ‘don’t go there’ and let it go, ok? After what I’ve seen in his head, he has no reason to be sorry when family members drop dead.
So what’s sent him over this time? Sex. I know, it too me a while to figure out too. Alright, sex doesn't normally involve growing horns and claws (though the freaky eye thing is really sexy, the whippy hair thing also has reaaaal potential, but I’ll have to remember to keep more healing stuff round the place. It’s sexy when you’re thrusting into the sexy daemon boy, but just fucking painful when you’re trying to watch TV a couple of hours afterwards). Him wrecking the furniture isn’t the best either - great in the moment, then you’re standing on splinters. Worth it though, after all, who else can say that the sex is so good that you have to wreck the place when you come?
The sex was, fuck, I can’t describe it. It was beyond. Beyond what? Beyond everything! Seriously! Yeah, I’m making no sense, but if my brother’s heaven’s near as good as that then I’m converting. No, scrap that, I couldn’t take it! Ever felt so good that it hurt? Hurt more than anything you've ever felt before, I’m talking severe torture kind of hurt? But it still feels so good that you want to keep doing it, even as the pain gets worse? Yes? Well, take that, times it by a hundred or so and you might, might get an idea of what that sex was like. It was scary. It was extreme.
So what’s the problem? Well, fucked if I know. No, I do know, I just don’t want to think it through, it’s all kind of messy. Basically, Darren lost it, and I guess he could’ve seriously hurt me - I know there was no way I was going to stop him. He also topped. Yeah, I know I was technically the top, but he was in control, he held the power and ran with it, I just ran to keep up. He called the shots, and that doesn’t happen often. Yes, the little deamon boy’s a submissive through and through - I think one of the reasons he likes sex so much (beyond my totally amazing talent of course) is that he takes a back seat, gives up control to someone else. Guess that's why he's got so many messed up D/S and S/M fantasies. I get it though, when you have to spend every minute controlling yourself in case you accidentally drop a genocide must really make you want to let loose now and then, let someone else take up the reins. Or the whips.
And now he’s lost his little sanctuary. He doesn't think he can be safe anymore, doesn't think he can let loose his controls. This is going to be a serious down for our love life, especially since I really want him to go all daemon-y again at some point - a little evil can’t hurt, can it?
There’s only one thing for it. For the sake of Darren’s sanity and my sex life, I have to take control again, and make sure Darren knows who holds the reins. Yes, a terrible burden, but I will not fail!
Ok, arse-less leather chaps? Check. Leather harness? Check. Leather armless shirt-thing? Check. BOOTS (the capitals count, these aren’t wimpy boots, these are shit, kicking, bitching BOOTS) really check! Warded ropes? Check. Warded chains? Check. Warded handcuffs? Check four times over! Locks, clamps and straps? Check, check and check. Blindfolds, collar, ear muffs and gags? Sacks of them! Whips and fun stuff?? In the bag and ready.
Hold on Darren, I’m coming.
It’s amazing how selfless I am, you know.
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Re: GAHAHAHA!
Date: 2004-01-01 05:14 pm (UTC)Return of the King must be worshipped... At least you got to see it before coming Europe side. Not getting drunk yet is a terrible crime - drink much sangria and have Manuel bring you home in a wheelbarrow.
I've not vanished, but I had to take a brief hiatus for the hollidays, since I went to visit family, then I had to re-acquaint myself with my b/f. things have been hectic, I'm now playing catchup