Siren Song CH1
Author: a_life_defiant
Beta: lexa4227
Genre: AU, WIP
WC: 1,113
Warnings: None ATM
Rating: R for language right now. Eventual NC-17.
Summary: Justin is a centuries old Siren. His only purpose in life is to lure men to their deaths - his only purpose until he meets a man that will change everything.
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, don't own, blah, blah, no money, blah, blah, fuck you muchly.
A/N: fic is loosely based on cherry-picked lyrics from Portishead's "Scorn". Also I know this is a little different/out there....so I'd love the feedback, let me know what you think.
I’m so tired of playing, playing with this bow and arrow
For I’ve been a temptress too long.
Justin stood atop Allegheny General looking down on the people in disgust. Their deaths no longer gave him any satisfaction, though he knew he would continue to take their lives regardless. It had just gotten painfully old these past few centuries. No one even so much as whispered about Sirens any more. He began to sing one of his favorite melodies; gentle and barely above a whisper. After all, he wasn’t trying to make all the men of Pittsburgh jump to their deaths. One for tonight would do. He felt, more than heard, someone’s approach. ‘Far too easy tonight.’ He thought to himself. He continued singing and turned to face the man who was stepping quietly, but dutifully towards him. Unaware that everything was about to change…
Brian POV
Mikey’s still rambling on about some Green Lantern or whateverthefuck bullshit - all I’m concerned about is finding the bathroom in this fucking place. I thought hospitals were supposed to have things clearly labeled? How many hallways are we going to have to go down before we fin- oh. Finally.
“Ladies first, Mikey.” I smirk as I open the door. He whines something in response but it is totally drowned out but something else. The sound….I can’t even describe it. It’s some sort of song, but unlike any I’ve ever heard before. It sends shivers down my spine but fills my insides, not to mention my dick, with unimaginable heat. It’s like the best orgasm I’ve ever had times ten; and it’s constant. I need to find the source right fucking now.
“Brian!” I feel Mikey tug on my shirt, trying to break me out of my trance. No such luck.
“Do you need me to hold it for you?! Christ! Use the bathroom like a big boy Mikey.” I inflect as much harshness as I can muster; I don’t want him to follow me where I’m going. A feeble “Fuck you”, is all I get in response as he slams the door behind him. Good. I head toward an open door marked ROOF ACCESS AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY; serendipitously left open. As I walk up the few short flights of stairs I can hear the song louder. I realize it’s most definitely a man singing, which only serves to make my dick impossibly harder; pulling me toward him like a hook buried deep within. I step out onto the roof and see him; losing my breath and all coherent thought at once. He’s in the process of turning to meet me…..almost like - like he was expecting me. His face is younger than I had anticipated, and far more ethereal; almost like he’s some sort of fallen angel. His face is angular, yet soft. Eyes piercing and cold, yet they ignite some sort of heat through their gaze. His slightly grown-out hair shining in the moonlight; a few silvery strands getting caught in the breeze. Am I still breathing? I can’t tell. All I know is his voice is doing things to me I don’t understand. Things I don’t understand but really fucking like. Disappointment washes over me like ice-water when he stops abruptly.
Justin POV
I turn slowly but deliberately to meet the man whose fate is now doomed; continuing my song even softer. Now that he’s attuned to the sound, I could even just hum lightly and get him to fall to his death. As I face him full on, the melody gets stuck in my throat; I choke on it. How did one of the Gods find me here of all places??? More importantly what is he about to ask of me? I wait for him to speak as I start to bow but his voice stops me; plaintive.
“Why did you stop?” He wears a wounded look. No, this isn’t right. He looks like one of the old deities - his face is one of the most immaculate I’ve seen in ages, but the voice isn’t right. It’s rich, but it doesn’t have the same timbre of the Gods. It may have been a long time since I heard it, but I would recognize it immediately.
I hum a few bars to test him. His face gets bright with wonderment, lust, adoration, pure trust. No, this man is no Immortal. He will die like the rest; he will just leave a more beautiful corpse.
Brian POV
He immediately resumes singing; re-igniting the fire inside me. I need to touch him, to taste him. God, I want to fucking crawl inside him and just - fuck! I don’t know. I just need to be closer. My feet begin to move towards him and I’m rewarded with a smile so bright, that for a second, I thought the sun had risen - but it was only him.
I’m about to step up onto the ledge when I hear him whisper, “That’s it. Come to me my child.” And something inside me rips at my chest. Child….why is that so familiar? I raise my foot up but falter. Child….I have a child…..don’t I? I begin to back away and he starts to sing louder; I feel like I’m being torn in two. His song is more urgent now, and I just know I should go with him…but I can’t. GUS! I need to go see my son. I need to kiss him goodnight his first night on Earth. What the fuck am I doing?? I look the angel in the face with a look of apology. Probably the first apologetic anything I’ve given in my life, but I needed to let him know I don’t really want to leave. His eyes are boring into me; scrutinizing. I feel a slight sense of drowning as I gaze back but quickly look away and head toward the door. As I hit the first flight of stairs I hear the silence; he’s stopped singing and I can’t help but feel like I just killed something precious. I feel a pang of something unidentifiable in my stomach but manage to keep moving. ‘I’m coming Sonny boy.’
Justin POV
My mouth is hanging open. It has been for the past minute. A man, a MORTAL man, just resisted my call. In all my existence that has never happened. EVER. He had gotten this look on his face and his steps became unsure - so I sang louder; more encouraging. Then he completely stopped moving, whispered someone’s name, and left. I need to gather the others and consult them. No man has escaped me before, and I don’t intend to let this one elude me for long.
TBC…
Beta: lexa4227
Genre: AU, WIP
WC: 1,113
Warnings: None ATM
Rating: R for language right now. Eventual NC-17.
Summary: Justin is a centuries old Siren. His only purpose in life is to lure men to their deaths - his only purpose until he meets a man that will change everything.
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, don't own, blah, blah, no money, blah, blah, fuck you muchly.
A/N: fic is loosely based on cherry-picked lyrics from Portishead's "Scorn". Also I know this is a little different/out there....so I'd love the feedback, let me know what you think.
I’m so tired of playing, playing with this bow and arrow
For I’ve been a temptress too long.
Justin stood atop Allegheny General looking down on the people in disgust. Their deaths no longer gave him any satisfaction, though he knew he would continue to take their lives regardless. It had just gotten painfully old these past few centuries. No one even so much as whispered about Sirens any more. He began to sing one of his favorite melodies; gentle and barely above a whisper. After all, he wasn’t trying to make all the men of Pittsburgh jump to their deaths. One for tonight would do. He felt, more than heard, someone’s approach. ‘Far too easy tonight.’ He thought to himself. He continued singing and turned to face the man who was stepping quietly, but dutifully towards him. Unaware that everything was about to change…
Brian POV
Mikey’s still rambling on about some Green Lantern or whateverthefuck bullshit - all I’m concerned about is finding the bathroom in this fucking place. I thought hospitals were supposed to have things clearly labeled? How many hallways are we going to have to go down before we fin- oh. Finally.
“Ladies first, Mikey.” I smirk as I open the door. He whines something in response but it is totally drowned out but something else. The sound….I can’t even describe it. It’s some sort of song, but unlike any I’ve ever heard before. It sends shivers down my spine but fills my insides, not to mention my dick, with unimaginable heat. It’s like the best orgasm I’ve ever had times ten; and it’s constant. I need to find the source right fucking now.
“Brian!” I feel Mikey tug on my shirt, trying to break me out of my trance. No such luck.
“Do you need me to hold it for you?! Christ! Use the bathroom like a big boy Mikey.” I inflect as much harshness as I can muster; I don’t want him to follow me where I’m going. A feeble “Fuck you”, is all I get in response as he slams the door behind him. Good. I head toward an open door marked ROOF ACCESS AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY; serendipitously left open. As I walk up the few short flights of stairs I can hear the song louder. I realize it’s most definitely a man singing, which only serves to make my dick impossibly harder; pulling me toward him like a hook buried deep within. I step out onto the roof and see him; losing my breath and all coherent thought at once. He’s in the process of turning to meet me…..almost like - like he was expecting me. His face is younger than I had anticipated, and far more ethereal; almost like he’s some sort of fallen angel. His face is angular, yet soft. Eyes piercing and cold, yet they ignite some sort of heat through their gaze. His slightly grown-out hair shining in the moonlight; a few silvery strands getting caught in the breeze. Am I still breathing? I can’t tell. All I know is his voice is doing things to me I don’t understand. Things I don’t understand but really fucking like. Disappointment washes over me like ice-water when he stops abruptly.
Justin POV
I turn slowly but deliberately to meet the man whose fate is now doomed; continuing my song even softer. Now that he’s attuned to the sound, I could even just hum lightly and get him to fall to his death. As I face him full on, the melody gets stuck in my throat; I choke on it. How did one of the Gods find me here of all places??? More importantly what is he about to ask of me? I wait for him to speak as I start to bow but his voice stops me; plaintive.
“Why did you stop?” He wears a wounded look. No, this isn’t right. He looks like one of the old deities - his face is one of the most immaculate I’ve seen in ages, but the voice isn’t right. It’s rich, but it doesn’t have the same timbre of the Gods. It may have been a long time since I heard it, but I would recognize it immediately.
I hum a few bars to test him. His face gets bright with wonderment, lust, adoration, pure trust. No, this man is no Immortal. He will die like the rest; he will just leave a more beautiful corpse.
Brian POV
He immediately resumes singing; re-igniting the fire inside me. I need to touch him, to taste him. God, I want to fucking crawl inside him and just - fuck! I don’t know. I just need to be closer. My feet begin to move towards him and I’m rewarded with a smile so bright, that for a second, I thought the sun had risen - but it was only him.
I’m about to step up onto the ledge when I hear him whisper, “That’s it. Come to me my child.” And something inside me rips at my chest. Child….why is that so familiar? I raise my foot up but falter. Child….I have a child…..don’t I? I begin to back away and he starts to sing louder; I feel like I’m being torn in two. His song is more urgent now, and I just know I should go with him…but I can’t. GUS! I need to go see my son. I need to kiss him goodnight his first night on Earth. What the fuck am I doing?? I look the angel in the face with a look of apology. Probably the first apologetic anything I’ve given in my life, but I needed to let him know I don’t really want to leave. His eyes are boring into me; scrutinizing. I feel a slight sense of drowning as I gaze back but quickly look away and head toward the door. As I hit the first flight of stairs I hear the silence; he’s stopped singing and I can’t help but feel like I just killed something precious. I feel a pang of something unidentifiable in my stomach but manage to keep moving. ‘I’m coming Sonny boy.’
Justin POV
My mouth is hanging open. It has been for the past minute. A man, a MORTAL man, just resisted my call. In all my existence that has never happened. EVER. He had gotten this look on his face and his steps became unsure - so I sang louder; more encouraging. Then he completely stopped moving, whispered someone’s name, and left. I need to gather the others and consult them. No man has escaped me before, and I don’t intend to let this one elude me for long.
TBC…