First Story!
Title: Touch
Author: balladic
Summary: Just read it. I'm lazy. x_x I only know that it came from the top of my head, and probably doesn't make any sense.
Pairing: There will be one. ^^
Rating: R-ish? Mainly, use your imagination folks!
Dedicated to dalphaengi
He spoke with his fingertips, leaving traces of himself in silenced messages.
Psalms were written through his palms and every word unfolded a new story. Secrets ravelled free with every stroke stimulated from the base of a shivering spine. And still, he continued. Patterns were built upon that shaking pulse, protecting a heart which begged him to proceed. Taunting, he stopped, only to return at will, writing a tale only meant for the surface of sensitive skin. The plotline peaked then plummeted, reaching heights and depths to his decision, dipping further until...
A gasp.
A moan.
"Please..."
The subject lay victim, vulnerable to witness and display. A series of actions revealed information, and greedily, he gathered and exchanged as result. Placing this to memory, the author fueled himself farther - drawing in and out repetitively while ripping pages from the poor, quivering, frame. The responses came abundantly, his participant active in reply. His judgement decided that this was an applause worth hearing, over and over.
Limply, the other fell, body wracked with exhaustion. The need for oxygen was dire and desperately longed for, but was easily overpowered by the figure hovering above. The feeling of being prey to a hungry predator remained, and haunted every corner which the Author invaded. The story thickened once more.
A strangled cry was only short-lived, cut quickly by the assistance of traveling fingers and warm breath. He scripted along, using those talent-worn digits as a tool to get his message across, suspending and surrounding the one held most precious.
At last, a climax approached. Creature and Creator both trapped within the bindings of themselves. A devious murmer meant to mock the sounds of laughter slipped past his lips, causing the delicate design to writhe beneath him. An obscure plea came forth -- and yet, he persisted.
Flesh met flesh in unrecorded unity, when finally, both succumbed to their worldly desires. Breathing became unsteady as the union commanded and conquered, overtaking the writer and his writing.
An eternity passed, and eyes suddenly snapped open.
A trembling voice spoke in search for his beloved. "YunHo?"
And in return, he was greeted with Lucifer's smile. Unclothed, the Leader bent down to relay words that made his heart throb terribly.
"... To be continued."
END.
Author: balladic
Summary: Just read it. I'm lazy. x_x I only know that it came from the top of my head, and probably doesn't make any sense.
Pairing: There will be one. ^^
Rating: R-ish? Mainly, use your imagination folks!
Dedicated to dalphaengi
He spoke with his fingertips, leaving traces of himself in silenced messages.
Psalms were written through his palms and every word unfolded a new story. Secrets ravelled free with every stroke stimulated from the base of a shivering spine. And still, he continued. Patterns were built upon that shaking pulse, protecting a heart which begged him to proceed. Taunting, he stopped, only to return at will, writing a tale only meant for the surface of sensitive skin. The plotline peaked then plummeted, reaching heights and depths to his decision, dipping further until...
A gasp.
A moan.
"Please..."
The subject lay victim, vulnerable to witness and display. A series of actions revealed information, and greedily, he gathered and exchanged as result. Placing this to memory, the author fueled himself farther - drawing in and out repetitively while ripping pages from the poor, quivering, frame. The responses came abundantly, his participant active in reply. His judgement decided that this was an applause worth hearing, over and over.
Limply, the other fell, body wracked with exhaustion. The need for oxygen was dire and desperately longed for, but was easily overpowered by the figure hovering above. The feeling of being prey to a hungry predator remained, and haunted every corner which the Author invaded. The story thickened once more.
A strangled cry was only short-lived, cut quickly by the assistance of traveling fingers and warm breath. He scripted along, using those talent-worn digits as a tool to get his message across, suspending and surrounding the one held most precious.
At last, a climax approached. Creature and Creator both trapped within the bindings of themselves. A devious murmer meant to mock the sounds of laughter slipped past his lips, causing the delicate design to writhe beneath him. An obscure plea came forth -- and yet, he persisted.
Flesh met flesh in unrecorded unity, when finally, both succumbed to their worldly desires. Breathing became unsteady as the union commanded and conquered, overtaking the writer and his writing.
An eternity passed, and eyes suddenly snapped open.
A trembling voice spoke in search for his beloved. "YunHo?"
And in return, he was greeted with Lucifer's smile. Unclothed, the Leader bent down to relay words that made his heart throb terribly.
"... To be continued."
END.