[GW] - [FIC] [C] Ah, Paraphilia!
i was compleeeetely negligent in finishing merula31's October!drabbles in time~~ T___T but anyway, this was the 4th one. ^^;;; (picking a lighter mood to counteract the two previous pieces of melodrama)
Rating: NC-17 (lemon)
Pairing: 1x2
Genre: supernatural, deathfic (of the already dead variety)
Warnings: lemon?
Notes: Again, not particularly halloween-y... but... ^O^;;; in line with the awkward supernatural sandbox that I've built for myself to play in? the title kind of ruins the punchline but i couldn't think of anything else. T_T
Heero was pressed tightly against Duo's body, was pressed tightly into Duo's body. They were so close; both men could barely breathe from it. Duo struggled to hold Heero to him, clutching him with arms, legs, body. All he wanted was for Heero to press closer, press deeper. Their lips were sealed together, each swallowing the other's pleas for 'harder' and 'faster' and 'more'.
They rocked together, Duo not letting Heero withdraw enough for a full thrust, and Heero not really inclined to pull away either. But it was enough to bring both of them close to the edge of orgasm.
Heero let himself slip a little, hunching low to brush his lips against Duo's neck. He could feel the pulse jumping beneath the thin skin and he wanted to bite him so very badly, wanted to taste him, wanted to mark him. His lips parted, almost of their own accord, and he ran his tongue along the salty, sweat soaked column of Duo's neck.
"Heero…"
Duo was breathing hard, taking these little hitching breaths that made Heero want to drive him to insanity.
"Heero, stop. Wait…"
Heero was really not up for waiting.
"Heero, Heero!"
Duo pushed him up and away, though he looked as though he were still yearning for Heero's kiss.
Though thoroughly confused by this turn of events, Heero backed off obediently.
"I need…" Duo was panting. "Turn me over… hands… on… on my hands, and knees…" he gasped.
Heero shook his head 'no' and leaned down again to finish what he'd started.
"Heero, please!" Duo pleaded. "I want it deeper… I need it…"
Heero scowled a little, but he wasn't in any position to deny such a sweet and, admittedly sexy, request. He all but threw Duo onto his stomach and dove back in with renewed vigor. He set a punishing pace, driving Duo to his limits and then beyond. Duo's back was arched, one hand was braced against the headboard and the other clutched a pillow tightly to him. He was bent in complete submission and his body was bearing down on Heero's cock like the fate of the universe depended on this one shining moment.
Then Duo came, with Heero's name on his lips like the sweetest benediction.
Heero could no longer resist the urge to bite and mark that perfect body laid out beneath him, now writhing in the throes of orgasm.
He sank his teeth into Duo's shoulder as he found his release in the impossibly tight grip of Duo's body.
As they lay basking in the aftermath, eyes half closed, short of breath, sweaty, but smiling lazy sweet smiles at one another, Heero could not help but notice that he'd left a pretty big mark on Duo's shoulder.
The deep dents in that smooth skin had a jarring, sobering effect on Heero.
"Oh, shit, Duo, I hurt you…"
Duo buried his face against Heero's side and pressed a light kiss against whatever part of Heero he was touching at the moment.
"Don't worry about it," he murmured. "It's not like this is our first time and you know I like it hard."
Heero leaned in for a closer look at the injury.
"No, not that… I bit you…"
Duo craned his neck to peek at his shoulder.
"Don't worry about it."
He tried to pull Heero back into a more comfortable snuggling position.
"I might have broken the skin…"
And Heero's eyes seemed to take on a bit of a feverish gleam.
"Maybe you should kiss it better, then?" suggested Duo.
But Heero pulled away then, a panicked expression on his face.
"No. No, I really can't. I shouldn't. I…"
Sitting up, Duo reached out a hand to gently touch Heero's face.
"What's the matter? I told you it was okay. It doesn't hurt."
Heero shook his head vehemently.
"No! You don't understand, Duo. It's… It's dangerous. I can't…"
Silence descended upon the two wrapped in the soiled linens of the bed they'd shared for the past six months.
"Duo, I have a confession to make."
Heero kept his head down, unable to bring himself to watch Duo's face as he confessed his most secret of all secrets.
"It's going to sound really stupid and you're not going to believe me, but… I'm a vampire."
It was said.
Heero had never felt so relieved to have it finally out in the open.
"But I swear to you that I've never taken your blood before and I promise I would never bite you without your permission!" he vowed. "I would have told you sooner but I wasn't sure how you'd react and I wanted so much to keep you with me. I didn't want to lose you. Please… Duo…?"
He looked up then, but he was completely surprised to see that Duo was not looking at him with any mixture of disgust, horror, or disbelief. Instead, Duo looked… oddly enough… like he was trying to hold in the giggles.
"I'm sorry, Heero," Duo blurted out with a muffled chortle. "I'm not laughing *at* you, but… you see… I have a little confession to make too."
Heero waited with bated breath.
"I'm… sort of… undead myself!"
Heero didn't find anything worth laughing about.
"So all this time you've been worrying for nothing! Even if you had bitten me, you wouldn't have been able to draw any blood because I don't have any!"
Duo giggled like a little girl.
Heero just looked confused.
"So… Huh."
He stared at Duo's neck. It was pale, sexy, tasty-looking to be sure. It certainly looked like it was coursing with sweet, ruby-red blood.
"Nothing at all?"
"Nope."
"Do you have any bodily fluids?"
Duo shook his head cheerfully enough.
Heero reached out and touched where he could 'see' Duo's pulse beating. It stopped.
He stared at Duo.
"Ah, yeah. I control that."
Heero found that he couldn't stop stroking that one spot on Duo's neck.
"But no bodily fluids."
"No."
"Can't control that?"
Duo thought about it for a second.
"Where would I get the fluid from? The pulse is just making muscles jump."
Heero looked faintly disturbed.
And then suddenly…
"Is this why you never let me…" He touched his hand to his lips and glanced pointedly down at Duo's lap.
For someone with no blood, Duo could do an amazing full body blush.
"Uh… yeah…"
Heero looked like he was going to be sick.
"Oh come on! You're a freaking vampire and you're telling me a little 'undead' sex grosses you out?"
"Duo, you just... I mean, I think... that makes me a necrophiliac!"
There was a pause and Duo's mouth opened and closed silently several times as he groped desperately for an appropriate response to that statement.
After a minute, he replied: "Uh… valid… Totally valid."
Heero didn't look particularly happy with that verdict.
Duo leaned forward and kissed him gently, first on the nose, then at the corner of his mouth, and then fully on the lips. He kissed him sweetly and surely and as warmly as he could.
"If it makes you feel better," he mumbled against Heero's mouth, "you're not exactly alive either…"
Heero pushed him away, looking quite scandalized. Unfortunately for Heero, but fortunately for Duo, this left the…ambiguously undead one sprawled, arms and legs spread wide, across their plush bed. It had always been hard for Heero to ignore Duo, and a naked, spread out, sex-mussed Duo was just-
As Heero was easing himself into Duo's body for a second, or was that third now, run for the night, he decided that maybe this wasn't such a bad turn of events. At least he'd never have to worry about accidentally being tempted to drain his lover (that's what happened to his mother… and his brother-in-law… and his cousin's boyfriend…). And with a zombie lover he'd never have to worry about being coerced into a sunny seaside picnic (that's how his grandfather went) or being dumped for sleeping in a coffin (which is how his Aunt Constance ended up a single mother).
"It's not really necrophilia if we're not technically corpses, right?" he murmured the question against Duo's lips.
Duo gasped and laughed and pulled Heero closer, then closer still.
"It's just love, Heero. Just love."
END
Rating: NC-17 (lemon)
Pairing: 1x2
Genre: supernatural, deathfic (of the already dead variety)
Warnings: lemon?
Notes: Again, not particularly halloween-y... but... ^O^;;; in line with the awkward supernatural sandbox that I've built for myself to play in? the title kind of ruins the punchline but i couldn't think of anything else. T_T
Heero was pressed tightly against Duo's body, was pressed tightly into Duo's body. They were so close; both men could barely breathe from it. Duo struggled to hold Heero to him, clutching him with arms, legs, body. All he wanted was for Heero to press closer, press deeper. Their lips were sealed together, each swallowing the other's pleas for 'harder' and 'faster' and 'more'.
They rocked together, Duo not letting Heero withdraw enough for a full thrust, and Heero not really inclined to pull away either. But it was enough to bring both of them close to the edge of orgasm.
Heero let himself slip a little, hunching low to brush his lips against Duo's neck. He could feel the pulse jumping beneath the thin skin and he wanted to bite him so very badly, wanted to taste him, wanted to mark him. His lips parted, almost of their own accord, and he ran his tongue along the salty, sweat soaked column of Duo's neck.
"Heero…"
Duo was breathing hard, taking these little hitching breaths that made Heero want to drive him to insanity.
"Heero, stop. Wait…"
Heero was really not up for waiting.
"Heero, Heero!"
Duo pushed him up and away, though he looked as though he were still yearning for Heero's kiss.
Though thoroughly confused by this turn of events, Heero backed off obediently.
"I need…" Duo was panting. "Turn me over… hands… on… on my hands, and knees…" he gasped.
Heero shook his head 'no' and leaned down again to finish what he'd started.
"Heero, please!" Duo pleaded. "I want it deeper… I need it…"
Heero scowled a little, but he wasn't in any position to deny such a sweet and, admittedly sexy, request. He all but threw Duo onto his stomach and dove back in with renewed vigor. He set a punishing pace, driving Duo to his limits and then beyond. Duo's back was arched, one hand was braced against the headboard and the other clutched a pillow tightly to him. He was bent in complete submission and his body was bearing down on Heero's cock like the fate of the universe depended on this one shining moment.
Then Duo came, with Heero's name on his lips like the sweetest benediction.
Heero could no longer resist the urge to bite and mark that perfect body laid out beneath him, now writhing in the throes of orgasm.
He sank his teeth into Duo's shoulder as he found his release in the impossibly tight grip of Duo's body.
As they lay basking in the aftermath, eyes half closed, short of breath, sweaty, but smiling lazy sweet smiles at one another, Heero could not help but notice that he'd left a pretty big mark on Duo's shoulder.
The deep dents in that smooth skin had a jarring, sobering effect on Heero.
"Oh, shit, Duo, I hurt you…"
Duo buried his face against Heero's side and pressed a light kiss against whatever part of Heero he was touching at the moment.
"Don't worry about it," he murmured. "It's not like this is our first time and you know I like it hard."
Heero leaned in for a closer look at the injury.
"No, not that… I bit you…"
Duo craned his neck to peek at his shoulder.
"Don't worry about it."
He tried to pull Heero back into a more comfortable snuggling position.
"I might have broken the skin…"
And Heero's eyes seemed to take on a bit of a feverish gleam.
"Maybe you should kiss it better, then?" suggested Duo.
But Heero pulled away then, a panicked expression on his face.
"No. No, I really can't. I shouldn't. I…"
Sitting up, Duo reached out a hand to gently touch Heero's face.
"What's the matter? I told you it was okay. It doesn't hurt."
Heero shook his head vehemently.
"No! You don't understand, Duo. It's… It's dangerous. I can't…"
Silence descended upon the two wrapped in the soiled linens of the bed they'd shared for the past six months.
"Duo, I have a confession to make."
Heero kept his head down, unable to bring himself to watch Duo's face as he confessed his most secret of all secrets.
"It's going to sound really stupid and you're not going to believe me, but… I'm a vampire."
It was said.
Heero had never felt so relieved to have it finally out in the open.
"But I swear to you that I've never taken your blood before and I promise I would never bite you without your permission!" he vowed. "I would have told you sooner but I wasn't sure how you'd react and I wanted so much to keep you with me. I didn't want to lose you. Please… Duo…?"
He looked up then, but he was completely surprised to see that Duo was not looking at him with any mixture of disgust, horror, or disbelief. Instead, Duo looked… oddly enough… like he was trying to hold in the giggles.
"I'm sorry, Heero," Duo blurted out with a muffled chortle. "I'm not laughing *at* you, but… you see… I have a little confession to make too."
Heero waited with bated breath.
"I'm… sort of… undead myself!"
Heero didn't find anything worth laughing about.
"So all this time you've been worrying for nothing! Even if you had bitten me, you wouldn't have been able to draw any blood because I don't have any!"
Duo giggled like a little girl.
Heero just looked confused.
"So… Huh."
He stared at Duo's neck. It was pale, sexy, tasty-looking to be sure. It certainly looked like it was coursing with sweet, ruby-red blood.
"Nothing at all?"
"Nope."
"Do you have any bodily fluids?"
Duo shook his head cheerfully enough.
Heero reached out and touched where he could 'see' Duo's pulse beating. It stopped.
He stared at Duo.
"Ah, yeah. I control that."
Heero found that he couldn't stop stroking that one spot on Duo's neck.
"But no bodily fluids."
"No."
"Can't control that?"
Duo thought about it for a second.
"Where would I get the fluid from? The pulse is just making muscles jump."
Heero looked faintly disturbed.
And then suddenly…
"Is this why you never let me…" He touched his hand to his lips and glanced pointedly down at Duo's lap.
For someone with no blood, Duo could do an amazing full body blush.
"Uh… yeah…"
Heero looked like he was going to be sick.
"Oh come on! You're a freaking vampire and you're telling me a little 'undead' sex grosses you out?"
"Duo, you just... I mean, I think... that makes me a necrophiliac!"
There was a pause and Duo's mouth opened and closed silently several times as he groped desperately for an appropriate response to that statement.
After a minute, he replied: "Uh… valid… Totally valid."
Heero didn't look particularly happy with that verdict.
Duo leaned forward and kissed him gently, first on the nose, then at the corner of his mouth, and then fully on the lips. He kissed him sweetly and surely and as warmly as he could.
"If it makes you feel better," he mumbled against Heero's mouth, "you're not exactly alive either…"
Heero pushed him away, looking quite scandalized. Unfortunately for Heero, but fortunately for Duo, this left the…ambiguously undead one sprawled, arms and legs spread wide, across their plush bed. It had always been hard for Heero to ignore Duo, and a naked, spread out, sex-mussed Duo was just-
As Heero was easing himself into Duo's body for a second, or was that third now, run for the night, he decided that maybe this wasn't such a bad turn of events. At least he'd never have to worry about accidentally being tempted to drain his lover (that's what happened to his mother… and his brother-in-law… and his cousin's boyfriend…). And with a zombie lover he'd never have to worry about being coerced into a sunny seaside picnic (that's how his grandfather went) or being dumped for sleeping in a coffin (which is how his Aunt Constance ended up a single mother).
"It's not really necrophilia if we're not technically corpses, right?" he murmured the question against Duo's lips.
Duo gasped and laughed and pulled Heero closer, then closer still.
"It's just love, Heero. Just love."
END