OMG_Maou - Alarik/Aki/? - Keep At Bay - R
Title: Keep at bay
Fandom: omg_maou
Pairing: Alarik/Aki/?
Rating: R
Summary: Even the smallest light can keep the shadows away.
The Shrine is Sealed. He can taste the magic, treacle-thick in the air around him and he hisses his displeasure. So close to escape, but this time, he has managed to snare his captors with him. He imagines the screams, the terror of the maidens as they fled, tastes the blood from gutted guardians and fancies he can still taste the hatred and fear. Delicious and crisp after so long with only his own memories to sustain him. He laughs at the memories, his laughter echoing down the hallways. The corridors are pitch black, candles and lamps flickering and dying as he passes. Drawn back again like a moth to the flame.
Here, in the main sanctuary, where the Shinous shine with the flow of power through and around them. He stalks them from the ring of shadows, eyeing them hungrily as warm air whispers against his stolen cheek. Two of them. Twice the feast for the eyes as he licks purloined lips and runs his eyes over golden hair and half-closed violet eyes. The taller - the stranger, the other-not-Shinou - wears black, creating a pleasing contrast with pale skin and polished gold hair. The other, his old 'friend', looks tense and fragile; so close to breaking point...so very, very close, with cracks spider-webbing across his arrogant haughty mask.
He smirks as the taller turns his head, fire glowing in his eyes and moves on. Never stopping, always circling, circling and waiting for a chance to strike. He will not need much - a single instant of hesitation. It won't take too much longer. There are tears starting to gather in the eyes of Shinou.
No, Alarik, he corrects himself and giggles at the corrupt decadence of saying his enemy's name at last. Clever little Sage, to guess how he twisted and tore at his enemies through the older forms of magic. The name had been taken, hidden so well that ten thousand prisoners died under his hands, screaming of 'taichou' ...or later 'heika'. And now he has it, the victory somewhat lessened by the fact that it comes too late to be of real use but still he gloats and smirks at them both.
Alarik turns away from his mocking gaze, muscles rippling along his jaw as his hands curl into impotent fists. He grins wider and moves so Alarik has to actually turn to avoid his gaze this time. Pushing and pushing, just to see the blond crack open and raw before him. So many old scars and he wonders what it would be like to rip them all open, one by one, and dilute the pure gold with vivid crimson. A prickle of heat, as his own arousal starts to boil over into the body he wears. Another triumph, to break the boy's defences so.
The taller - Aki, he thinks - looks from him to the hunched figure of his double and he wants to crow that it's too late. The cracks are there and it is now just a matter of time. The blond catches Alarik's arm, the smaller Shinou half-glares then stops, brows lowering as Aki 'talks'. He hisses his displeasure, still infuriated that the Shinous can communicate without him being able to eavesdrop. The two stare at each other, ignoring him. He snarls and seethes, glaring hate at them both.
The body languages changes sudden and subtle; Aki leaning back more, eyes flickering away but Alarik is leaning in to close even the scant distance Aki had maintained, one hand on the taller Shinou's wrist. Curious now, he moves a little closer. Close enough to see the determination, so intense as to resemble madness, in Alarik's eyes and the indecision in the other's eyes. A few seconds pass and Aki sighs, head dipping in a reluctant nod.
Something has changed, some agreement reached and he inches closer. Then Aki's hand moves, quick and decisive. He darts back, but the hand only moves to the back his smaller double's head. Then they are kissing each other and the two auras bump and overlap and flow together. Alarik's hands come up to tangle in long blond hair as he arches up into the kiss.
He watches, jaw slack and body flushing with heat and lust. The glow around them is an inferno, stripping away shadows. They look like golden statues, impossibly perfect. Lines of pure white light spin out around them, weaving a crystalline cocoon. It dissolves into a fountain of sparks and the clothing flows away in thin ribbons of fabric.
They are both already aroused and Aki pushes Alarik down, onto the crimson carpet and his breath catches at the hard-edged contrast. Alarik's hands are trailing across his double's chest, picking and plucking at stiff nipples. The taller Shinou's body shifts and twists, rocking against him. They both arch back, breaking from the kiss in a mutual hiss-groan.
Aki dips his head to worry at his double's collarbone, making Alarik hiss and shiver under him, eyes wide as Aki starts to touch him. The slow glide of long-fingered hands against honey-smooth skin is mesmerising. Alarik gasps and writhes, his own hands pulling at Aki's hair as his body bucks and twists. The taller Shinou is trembling - only slightly and he would wager that Alarik has yet to notice.
Lips and sharp white teeth leave a glistening trail of reddened marks down the smooth skin of Alarik's chest. His hands rove lower, pushing and tantalizing as Alarik's control wavers and starts to splinter. His mouth is open and the tone of his voice is demanding, breathless and imperial. Aki's hair almost hides the answering grin and the other Shinou sets to work to drive his double to madness.
He moves closer, ignoring the searing tendrils of power that radiate from the radiant figures. Aki is pulling Alarik up to straddle his lap, hands on his double's waist. Alarik grips Aki's shoulders and crushes their lips together. It's impossible to see which of them moves first - Aki pushing up or Alarik pushing down but it only takes a second and then they lean into each other, breathless and panting.
It is Alarik who starts move, rocking his hips up against his double as they thrust and bite at each other. The aura around them flares and flickers across their skin, casting shadows and it's impossible now to see where one stops and the other starts. They gasp and growl as skin slides and slicks against skin. The climax is simultaneous and he swears the whole of the Shrine shakes as they sink together, hands and lips entwined as the golden light condenses and contracts around them.
Then it explodes outward in incandescent light and he screams as the light burns through him. He is torn from the boy's body and he screams soundless as claws of light burrow into his naked soul, ripping him apart as he dissolves into nothingness.
Fandom: omg_maou
Pairing: Alarik/Aki/?
Rating: R
Summary: Even the smallest light can keep the shadows away.
The Shrine is Sealed. He can taste the magic, treacle-thick in the air around him and he hisses his displeasure. So close to escape, but this time, he has managed to snare his captors with him. He imagines the screams, the terror of the maidens as they fled, tastes the blood from gutted guardians and fancies he can still taste the hatred and fear. Delicious and crisp after so long with only his own memories to sustain him. He laughs at the memories, his laughter echoing down the hallways. The corridors are pitch black, candles and lamps flickering and dying as he passes. Drawn back again like a moth to the flame.
Here, in the main sanctuary, where the Shinous shine with the flow of power through and around them. He stalks them from the ring of shadows, eyeing them hungrily as warm air whispers against his stolen cheek. Two of them. Twice the feast for the eyes as he licks purloined lips and runs his eyes over golden hair and half-closed violet eyes. The taller - the stranger, the other-not-Shinou - wears black, creating a pleasing contrast with pale skin and polished gold hair. The other, his old 'friend', looks tense and fragile; so close to breaking point...so very, very close, with cracks spider-webbing across his arrogant haughty mask.
He smirks as the taller turns his head, fire glowing in his eyes and moves on. Never stopping, always circling, circling and waiting for a chance to strike. He will not need much - a single instant of hesitation. It won't take too much longer. There are tears starting to gather in the eyes of Shinou.
No, Alarik, he corrects himself and giggles at the corrupt decadence of saying his enemy's name at last. Clever little Sage, to guess how he twisted and tore at his enemies through the older forms of magic. The name had been taken, hidden so well that ten thousand prisoners died under his hands, screaming of 'taichou' ...or later 'heika'. And now he has it, the victory somewhat lessened by the fact that it comes too late to be of real use but still he gloats and smirks at them both.
Alarik turns away from his mocking gaze, muscles rippling along his jaw as his hands curl into impotent fists. He grins wider and moves so Alarik has to actually turn to avoid his gaze this time. Pushing and pushing, just to see the blond crack open and raw before him. So many old scars and he wonders what it would be like to rip them all open, one by one, and dilute the pure gold with vivid crimson. A prickle of heat, as his own arousal starts to boil over into the body he wears. Another triumph, to break the boy's defences so.
The taller - Aki, he thinks - looks from him to the hunched figure of his double and he wants to crow that it's too late. The cracks are there and it is now just a matter of time. The blond catches Alarik's arm, the smaller Shinou half-glares then stops, brows lowering as Aki 'talks'. He hisses his displeasure, still infuriated that the Shinous can communicate without him being able to eavesdrop. The two stare at each other, ignoring him. He snarls and seethes, glaring hate at them both.
The body languages changes sudden and subtle; Aki leaning back more, eyes flickering away but Alarik is leaning in to close even the scant distance Aki had maintained, one hand on the taller Shinou's wrist. Curious now, he moves a little closer. Close enough to see the determination, so intense as to resemble madness, in Alarik's eyes and the indecision in the other's eyes. A few seconds pass and Aki sighs, head dipping in a reluctant nod.
Something has changed, some agreement reached and he inches closer. Then Aki's hand moves, quick and decisive. He darts back, but the hand only moves to the back his smaller double's head. Then they are kissing each other and the two auras bump and overlap and flow together. Alarik's hands come up to tangle in long blond hair as he arches up into the kiss.
He watches, jaw slack and body flushing with heat and lust. The glow around them is an inferno, stripping away shadows. They look like golden statues, impossibly perfect. Lines of pure white light spin out around them, weaving a crystalline cocoon. It dissolves into a fountain of sparks and the clothing flows away in thin ribbons of fabric.
They are both already aroused and Aki pushes Alarik down, onto the crimson carpet and his breath catches at the hard-edged contrast. Alarik's hands are trailing across his double's chest, picking and plucking at stiff nipples. The taller Shinou's body shifts and twists, rocking against him. They both arch back, breaking from the kiss in a mutual hiss-groan.
Aki dips his head to worry at his double's collarbone, making Alarik hiss and shiver under him, eyes wide as Aki starts to touch him. The slow glide of long-fingered hands against honey-smooth skin is mesmerising. Alarik gasps and writhes, his own hands pulling at Aki's hair as his body bucks and twists. The taller Shinou is trembling - only slightly and he would wager that Alarik has yet to notice.
Lips and sharp white teeth leave a glistening trail of reddened marks down the smooth skin of Alarik's chest. His hands rove lower, pushing and tantalizing as Alarik's control wavers and starts to splinter. His mouth is open and the tone of his voice is demanding, breathless and imperial. Aki's hair almost hides the answering grin and the other Shinou sets to work to drive his double to madness.
He moves closer, ignoring the searing tendrils of power that radiate from the radiant figures. Aki is pulling Alarik up to straddle his lap, hands on his double's waist. Alarik grips Aki's shoulders and crushes their lips together. It's impossible to see which of them moves first - Aki pushing up or Alarik pushing down but it only takes a second and then they lean into each other, breathless and panting.
It is Alarik who starts move, rocking his hips up against his double as they thrust and bite at each other. The aura around them flares and flickers across their skin, casting shadows and it's impossible now to see where one stops and the other starts. They gasp and growl as skin slides and slicks against skin. The climax is simultaneous and he swears the whole of the Shrine shakes as they sink together, hands and lips entwined as the golden light condenses and contracts around them.
Then it explodes outward in incandescent light and he screams as the light burns through him. He is torn from the boy's body and he screams soundless as claws of light burrow into his naked soul, ripping him apart as he dissolves into nothingness.