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tamingthemuseTitle:Without Words (Chapter 20)
Fandom:Original
Prompt: Ravish
Warnings: Contains slash smex. ^_^ And somethings that may resemble noncon. and incest.
Rating: M for mature
Summary: Alec once was an angel on high. Then he fell and began a life on Earth. Too bad he's decided to hate everything. In this chapter, he is reunited with his past love, his brother.
Detsu’s house was dark and chilled. Alec rubbed his arms, eyes swinging to and fro as the demon lead him up the stairs.
“Why is it so dark?”
Detsu glanced at him over his shoulder. “Haven’t you noticed how the sun hurts?”
Alec glared. “Everything hurts.”
Detsu opened a door and stood aside to let Alec through first. As Alec passed, he reached out and ran his fingers through his black hair. Alec paused only to look around the room, years ago used to Detsu touching him, although never in his human form.
The room was just as dark as the hall and stair way, and just as empty. There was a mirror along one wall and a large bed against the other. Between, a wide window with black curtain stood locked against the sun’s light. He walked toward it and pulled it open enough to see outside.
Behind him, Detsu wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. “Do you really hate it here? Knowing that I’m now with you?”
He felt something building in his chest, but couldn’t describe it. He didn’t want Detsu to touch him. Twisting away, Alec tried to move out of his grip, but his brother was stronger.
“Release me.”
“Why? You love me still, don’t you?” He forced him to turn around, facing him. He pressed his lips to Alec’s again. “Didn’t you miss me? I missed you, so very much.”
Alec nearly melted into the strong hold, but that feeling was still building in him. “I can’t think.”
“You don’t need to think.” He pressed against Alec, leading him backwards, toward the bed. Muddled, pain flaring wherever they were touching, Alec settled into Detsu’s hold, afraid of the pain. He quickly pulled Alec’s shirt off his shoulders, he ran his hands up and down his back, his lips touching his shoulders and neck. Alec’s head tipped back as he moaned. Detsu then sank his teeth into his flesh.
Hissing as pain exploded in him, Alec roughly pushed himself away from Detsu, stumbling against the bed and abruptly sitting down. He held a hand to the throbbing on his shoulder as he glared up at his brother.
“What was that for? It hurt.”
Detsu smiled, wiping blood from his lips. “That is pain, little brother. Now, do you know the difference?”
Still nursing his shoulder, Alec didn’t notice as Detsu knelt before him and his hands retuned to the hem of his shirt. His fingers lightly brushed against his skin, causing Alec to jump.
“Do you want to know more pain?”
Before Alec could respond, Detsu was pushing him onto his back, his lips attacking Alec’s. Alec pushed his hands against Detsu’s shoulders, trying to hold him off.
Detsu caught his hands and held them over his head. Under them, Alec’s wings spread out over the bed, a dull ach growing in his back. He tried to pull his arms free, but Detsu was much stronger than him, always had been. He brought his knees up, arching his back to try to gain any space, any loosening of his hold.
Then he felt the body above him hardening. He froze, letting Detsu’s tongue delve into his mouth. He moaned, tears beginning to leak from his eyes. He wrenched his lips from Detsu’s. “Stop. My back.”
Detsu grinned and suddenly Alec was laying on this stomach. He pushed himself on his elbows and twisted his neck to see Detsu staring at his wings with something akin to awe, or perhaps lust. He reached out and lightly touched his fingers to the soft feathers, much as Alec had done earlier that day.
He shuddered as Detsu’s fingers touched the skin between the wings.
“You like that, hum? Was it not pain?” He chuckled and brought his lips to the exposed skin. Then Alec’s shirt was completely gone. Detsu ran his hands down his sides, sharp nails lightly scraping his skin. He laid his body over Alec’s, pressing him into the bed, his lips at his ears.
“There’s more, little one. Do you want it?”
Alec’s only response was a low moan. Detsu laughed and thrust his hips against Alec’s rump. His hand moved downward, quickly tugging at his belt and the button holding his pants closed. Then he was touching flesh, and Alec arched his back, pushing into Detsu’s grip.
Again did Detsu hold Alec’s hands over his head with only one of his own, refusing to let him any escape from his hold. His lips found a sensitive spot on Alec’s shoulder and sucked lightly. He set Alec into a soft rocking motion that pushed his member firmly into Detsu’s grip, sending shudders down Alec’s back.
Detsu continued to murmur words of encouragement into Alec’s ear as he brought him to the peak of pleasure, only to pull back and wait for his breathing to even out. He entangled his fingers with Alec’s over his head and pressed wet kisses to his bared shoulders, down his spine.
Alec shifted under Detsu’s weight, something like annoyance building inside him, making room with that something else that made him want to leave his long time lover. His touches were blissful, and hated. Longed for, and resented.
Then Detsu was pulling his pants down and Alec tried to turn to face him. Detsu firmly held him down, and Alec reflected that the other man had always been much stronger than him. His light more vibrant. Overpowering.
Detsu startled him by touching his lips to his backside, making a trail back up his spine. Shuddering under the touch, Alec moaned into the pillow, his black brows pulled tightly together as he tried in vain to sort out the emotions flooding him.
Lust? Hate? Longing? Fear.
Then Detsu was pushing into him from behind and a whole new wave crashed over him. He gave a hoarse shout as pain spread throughout him, his nails digging into his own flesh and into Detsu’s fingers where they still gripped his. As the ripping and agony increased with Detsu’s movements, Alec discovered the same for the feeling that had been building within him.
Shame.
Fandom:Original
Prompt: Ravish
Warnings: Contains slash smex. ^_^ And somethings that may resemble noncon. and incest.
Rating: M for mature
Summary: Alec once was an angel on high. Then he fell and began a life on Earth. Too bad he's decided to hate everything. In this chapter, he is reunited with his past love, his brother.
Detsu’s house was dark and chilled. Alec rubbed his arms, eyes swinging to and fro as the demon lead him up the stairs.
“Why is it so dark?”
Detsu glanced at him over his shoulder. “Haven’t you noticed how the sun hurts?”
Alec glared. “Everything hurts.”
Detsu opened a door and stood aside to let Alec through first. As Alec passed, he reached out and ran his fingers through his black hair. Alec paused only to look around the room, years ago used to Detsu touching him, although never in his human form.
The room was just as dark as the hall and stair way, and just as empty. There was a mirror along one wall and a large bed against the other. Between, a wide window with black curtain stood locked against the sun’s light. He walked toward it and pulled it open enough to see outside.
Behind him, Detsu wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. “Do you really hate it here? Knowing that I’m now with you?”
He felt something building in his chest, but couldn’t describe it. He didn’t want Detsu to touch him. Twisting away, Alec tried to move out of his grip, but his brother was stronger.
“Release me.”
“Why? You love me still, don’t you?” He forced him to turn around, facing him. He pressed his lips to Alec’s again. “Didn’t you miss me? I missed you, so very much.”
Alec nearly melted into the strong hold, but that feeling was still building in him. “I can’t think.”
“You don’t need to think.” He pressed against Alec, leading him backwards, toward the bed. Muddled, pain flaring wherever they were touching, Alec settled into Detsu’s hold, afraid of the pain. He quickly pulled Alec’s shirt off his shoulders, he ran his hands up and down his back, his lips touching his shoulders and neck. Alec’s head tipped back as he moaned. Detsu then sank his teeth into his flesh.
Hissing as pain exploded in him, Alec roughly pushed himself away from Detsu, stumbling against the bed and abruptly sitting down. He held a hand to the throbbing on his shoulder as he glared up at his brother.
“What was that for? It hurt.”
Detsu smiled, wiping blood from his lips. “That is pain, little brother. Now, do you know the difference?”
Still nursing his shoulder, Alec didn’t notice as Detsu knelt before him and his hands retuned to the hem of his shirt. His fingers lightly brushed against his skin, causing Alec to jump.
“Do you want to know more pain?”
Before Alec could respond, Detsu was pushing him onto his back, his lips attacking Alec’s. Alec pushed his hands against Detsu’s shoulders, trying to hold him off.
Detsu caught his hands and held them over his head. Under them, Alec’s wings spread out over the bed, a dull ach growing in his back. He tried to pull his arms free, but Detsu was much stronger than him, always had been. He brought his knees up, arching his back to try to gain any space, any loosening of his hold.
Then he felt the body above him hardening. He froze, letting Detsu’s tongue delve into his mouth. He moaned, tears beginning to leak from his eyes. He wrenched his lips from Detsu’s. “Stop. My back.”
Detsu grinned and suddenly Alec was laying on this stomach. He pushed himself on his elbows and twisted his neck to see Detsu staring at his wings with something akin to awe, or perhaps lust. He reached out and lightly touched his fingers to the soft feathers, much as Alec had done earlier that day.
He shuddered as Detsu’s fingers touched the skin between the wings.
“You like that, hum? Was it not pain?” He chuckled and brought his lips to the exposed skin. Then Alec’s shirt was completely gone. Detsu ran his hands down his sides, sharp nails lightly scraping his skin. He laid his body over Alec’s, pressing him into the bed, his lips at his ears.
“There’s more, little one. Do you want it?”
Alec’s only response was a low moan. Detsu laughed and thrust his hips against Alec’s rump. His hand moved downward, quickly tugging at his belt and the button holding his pants closed. Then he was touching flesh, and Alec arched his back, pushing into Detsu’s grip.
Again did Detsu hold Alec’s hands over his head with only one of his own, refusing to let him any escape from his hold. His lips found a sensitive spot on Alec’s shoulder and sucked lightly. He set Alec into a soft rocking motion that pushed his member firmly into Detsu’s grip, sending shudders down Alec’s back.
Detsu continued to murmur words of encouragement into Alec’s ear as he brought him to the peak of pleasure, only to pull back and wait for his breathing to even out. He entangled his fingers with Alec’s over his head and pressed wet kisses to his bared shoulders, down his spine.
Alec shifted under Detsu’s weight, something like annoyance building inside him, making room with that something else that made him want to leave his long time lover. His touches were blissful, and hated. Longed for, and resented.
Then Detsu was pulling his pants down and Alec tried to turn to face him. Detsu firmly held him down, and Alec reflected that the other man had always been much stronger than him. His light more vibrant. Overpowering.
Detsu startled him by touching his lips to his backside, making a trail back up his spine. Shuddering under the touch, Alec moaned into the pillow, his black brows pulled tightly together as he tried in vain to sort out the emotions flooding him.
Lust? Hate? Longing? Fear.
Then Detsu was pushing into him from behind and a whole new wave crashed over him. He gave a hoarse shout as pain spread throughout him, his nails digging into his own flesh and into Detsu’s fingers where they still gripped his. As the ripping and agony increased with Detsu’s movements, Alec discovered the same for the feeling that had been building within him.
Shame.
