P.R.O.U.D. CHAPTER 12
Title: P.R.O.U.D. Chapter 12; “The angel opens its eyes.”
Author: onthethruway01
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: supernatural, angst, smut
Length: chaptered
Warning: This is really explicit boy x boy sex; rimming
A/N: Sorry this is late again; life has gotten in my way and I’ve been drawing lots of fan art.
Summary: Kim Junsu is a research scientist at P.R.O.U.D. (Paranormal Research & Other Unexplained Developments) and has his hands full with a pair of naughty demons.
Eyes fluttered open; consciousness returning, but the awareness was clouded. Brain was numb, surroundings cold and empty. Warmth of something foreign upon his body made him stir; soft low sounds like a humming vibration drifted into his ears. The warmth seemed wet; like dew drops upon the petals of a flower in the morning. The sensations were sweet and gentle; the humming, or purring, as it began to resemble, grew louder, and yet the sound remained delicate.
Touches, teases; the feeling of silk upon the entire surface of his skin heightened his awareness. Heat; prickly hot now encompassed every inch of his body as a great shadow loomed over him, blocking the white light which burned his eyes. This was not a dream; he was not alone.
He moaned; body arching as the warmth and wetness engulfed him. He struggled to raise himself up, but could not do so. His eyes still could not focus; he kept them closed and reluctantly gave in to the power which overtook him. Tears like gentle drops of rain trickled down his cheeks; the deep voice of the dark presence soothing him; wiping them a way with a surprisingly loving touch.
He felt so heavy and weak; his strength sapped from his body. A burning pain in his shoulders and his back made him flinch; he touched his side; a smear of blood causing him to gasp. He called out to the shadowy creature; his voice child-like and pitiful; his pleas answered by a set of full lips upon his own.
“Make love to me,” a deep raspy voice whispered in his ear.
“Angels don’t make love,” he answered the creature. “Angels are love.”
“We shall see.”
The panic and anguish turned to pleasure as the dark one continued to love him; skillful hands and tongue exploring his body; sensations flooding his brain; pulse and breathing increasing with every nip and suck his tormentor placed upon his burning flesh.
The angel wept as he fell into corruption; he was damned; damned for all Eternity, and there was nothing he could do.
The angel pleaded once more, but the foul creature did not listen. He touched the angel’s sensitive skin and feasted upon it, taking care not to prick the skin with his fangs. The angel cursed him and the demon responded with a deep chortle. The demonic laughter faded as the demon’s tongue lapped and swirled between the legs of the angel, coating the hapless being with saliva; preparing him for what was to come. Fingers replaced tongue as the demon stretched his victim; the angel twisting and turning; his desperate attempts to escape the evil one’s grasp failing as strong arms flipped him onto his belly.
The angel cried out at the penetration; one clawed hand digging into his hip, the other grasping strands of golden hair which cascaded past his shoulders. He was doomed now, just as he had been all those years ago. The demon was right all along; their destinies were written before the dawn of time.
The angel hung his head in sorrow; resolved to accept his fate. There, on the cold, stark floor, he remained on his hands and knees while the beast behind him took what was left of his innocence.
But the angel was not the only one in torment. To his surprise, the creature which ripped him open, wept freely; his tears falling upon the angel’s back. Were they tears of joy or sorrow? The angel could not tell; but the demon’s body was wracked with sobs so terrible, that the angel almost took pity upon him.
With every thrust, an angst ridden, sorrowful wail escaped the demon’s lips; one more terrible than the other until his deep, raspy voice grew hoarse and weak.
Was the creature in pain? Was he driven by some unforeseen force? Was his lust for the angel not of his own making, but that of his foul master; that loathsome fiend that dwells within the depths of Hell itself?
“Yoochun stop,” the angel cried out, as if he had the power to persuade the demon to give up his quest.
“You don’t have to do this. Don’t give in. Don’t let him win. You’re in pain. Please stop. I’m not angry anymore. I forgive you. I….”
The angel stammered.
“I love you Yoochun.”
The demon’s fragile brain snapped.
He shrieked as he pitched forward, spilling deep inside the angel’s body; heart hammering against aching ribs. Sweat and tears stung his eyes; small unintelligible sounds escaping his lips. He breathed heavily through his open mouth; gasping for air while saliva dripped from his menacing fangs.
Slumping backwards, he released the angel from his grasp; the celestial being flushed with embarrassment as he felt the demon’s seed drip down his thighs.
The angel made no attempt to run away from his tormentor. He sat up and stared at the demon; the foul creature meeting his gaze; his eyes red and swollen. The demon sniffled; body quivering like a leaf.
They sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity; angel and demon; lovers from a past life now trapped in a web of confusion and pain.
The angel stared at the demon; the animal finally turning away, no longer able to bare the look in his victim’s eyes. The angel’s gaze burned into his soul.
A gentle touch upon his back made him flinch.
“Yoochun?”
The demon turned and wrapped his arms around the angel’s waist. He trembled and sobbed once more. No longer able to contain his own grief, the angel joined his would be lover and wept beside him. Downy white feathers and bat-like wings encircled each other as they huddled together like frightened children.
Too absorbed in their own sorrow, they did not notice the presence of another; a shadowy figuring watching from the observation booth above; a witness to the tragic play which had just unfurled.
Author: onthethruway01
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: supernatural, angst, smut
Length: chaptered
Warning: This is really explicit boy x boy sex; rimming
A/N: Sorry this is late again; life has gotten in my way and I’ve been drawing lots of fan art.
Summary: Kim Junsu is a research scientist at P.R.O.U.D. (Paranormal Research & Other Unexplained Developments) and has his hands full with a pair of naughty demons.
Eyes fluttered open; consciousness returning, but the awareness was clouded. Brain was numb, surroundings cold and empty. Warmth of something foreign upon his body made him stir; soft low sounds like a humming vibration drifted into his ears. The warmth seemed wet; like dew drops upon the petals of a flower in the morning. The sensations were sweet and gentle; the humming, or purring, as it began to resemble, grew louder, and yet the sound remained delicate.
Touches, teases; the feeling of silk upon the entire surface of his skin heightened his awareness. Heat; prickly hot now encompassed every inch of his body as a great shadow loomed over him, blocking the white light which burned his eyes. This was not a dream; he was not alone.
He moaned; body arching as the warmth and wetness engulfed him. He struggled to raise himself up, but could not do so. His eyes still could not focus; he kept them closed and reluctantly gave in to the power which overtook him. Tears like gentle drops of rain trickled down his cheeks; the deep voice of the dark presence soothing him; wiping them a way with a surprisingly loving touch.
He felt so heavy and weak; his strength sapped from his body. A burning pain in his shoulders and his back made him flinch; he touched his side; a smear of blood causing him to gasp. He called out to the shadowy creature; his voice child-like and pitiful; his pleas answered by a set of full lips upon his own.
“Make love to me,” a deep raspy voice whispered in his ear.
“Angels don’t make love,” he answered the creature. “Angels are love.”
“We shall see.”
The panic and anguish turned to pleasure as the dark one continued to love him; skillful hands and tongue exploring his body; sensations flooding his brain; pulse and breathing increasing with every nip and suck his tormentor placed upon his burning flesh.
The angel wept as he fell into corruption; he was damned; damned for all Eternity, and there was nothing he could do.
The angel pleaded once more, but the foul creature did not listen. He touched the angel’s sensitive skin and feasted upon it, taking care not to prick the skin with his fangs. The angel cursed him and the demon responded with a deep chortle. The demonic laughter faded as the demon’s tongue lapped and swirled between the legs of the angel, coating the hapless being with saliva; preparing him for what was to come. Fingers replaced tongue as the demon stretched his victim; the angel twisting and turning; his desperate attempts to escape the evil one’s grasp failing as strong arms flipped him onto his belly.
The angel cried out at the penetration; one clawed hand digging into his hip, the other grasping strands of golden hair which cascaded past his shoulders. He was doomed now, just as he had been all those years ago. The demon was right all along; their destinies were written before the dawn of time.
The angel hung his head in sorrow; resolved to accept his fate. There, on the cold, stark floor, he remained on his hands and knees while the beast behind him took what was left of his innocence.
But the angel was not the only one in torment. To his surprise, the creature which ripped him open, wept freely; his tears falling upon the angel’s back. Were they tears of joy or sorrow? The angel could not tell; but the demon’s body was wracked with sobs so terrible, that the angel almost took pity upon him.
With every thrust, an angst ridden, sorrowful wail escaped the demon’s lips; one more terrible than the other until his deep, raspy voice grew hoarse and weak.
Was the creature in pain? Was he driven by some unforeseen force? Was his lust for the angel not of his own making, but that of his foul master; that loathsome fiend that dwells within the depths of Hell itself?
“Yoochun stop,” the angel cried out, as if he had the power to persuade the demon to give up his quest.
“You don’t have to do this. Don’t give in. Don’t let him win. You’re in pain. Please stop. I’m not angry anymore. I forgive you. I….”
The angel stammered.
“I love you Yoochun.”
The demon’s fragile brain snapped.
He shrieked as he pitched forward, spilling deep inside the angel’s body; heart hammering against aching ribs. Sweat and tears stung his eyes; small unintelligible sounds escaping his lips. He breathed heavily through his open mouth; gasping for air while saliva dripped from his menacing fangs.
Slumping backwards, he released the angel from his grasp; the celestial being flushed with embarrassment as he felt the demon’s seed drip down his thighs.
The angel made no attempt to run away from his tormentor. He sat up and stared at the demon; the foul creature meeting his gaze; his eyes red and swollen. The demon sniffled; body quivering like a leaf.
They sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity; angel and demon; lovers from a past life now trapped in a web of confusion and pain.
The angel stared at the demon; the animal finally turning away, no longer able to bare the look in his victim’s eyes. The angel’s gaze burned into his soul.
A gentle touch upon his back made him flinch.
“Yoochun?”
The demon turned and wrapped his arms around the angel’s waist. He trembled and sobbed once more. No longer able to contain his own grief, the angel joined his would be lover and wept beside him. Downy white feathers and bat-like wings encircled each other as they huddled together like frightened children.
Too absorbed in their own sorrow, they did not notice the presence of another; a shadowy figuring watching from the observation booth above; a witness to the tragic play which had just unfurled.