A last treat
Oct. 31st, 2006 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdThis is a bit I worked up with a co-writer this evening.
Corban lay on his stomach, watching old, cheesy horror. The trick-or-treaters were gone for the night and the cauldron of chocolate goodies was half empty. He’d undone most of his bandages and was down to just the heavy Egyptian eye makeup and some strategically placed rags.
He heard the front door open and David’s light tread in the hall. This was going to fun. David knelt over his hips, resting his weight on Corban’s half-covered ass.
“Mmm, lovely.” He kissed Corban’s neck.
Corban barely turned his head. David was wearing a brown cassock with an unholy wooden symbol around his neck. A priest of Dagon from Innsmouth, just as he’d said he would be. He gave his lover a soft smile. “C.c.c.could raise me from the dead?”
“Of course, I should be able to turn or dispell such a creature. Or perhaps even raise one. Yes, my resurrection skills should be just equal to the task.”
Corban shuddered as David ran gentle hands over his back, accompanying them with soft, faux Latinate chanting, that segued into the Cthulhu invocation and a couple of fake Egyptian things from the movies.
Corban fought to keep from smiling as David whispered “Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn!” over his back, along with soft words of Mother Hydra and Dagon. He followed these with light breaths over each of the seven chakra points, beginning at the base of the spine.
Corban rolled over obligingly, lying still, his eyes closed and almost sunken-looking in the dim light of the old black and white movie. David breathed over the crown chakra and then kissed his whole face, whispering of the breath of life.
Corban’s eyes flew open when David kissed him deep and hard, amber flashing their brown depths. The kiss was closer to CPR, David breathing for both of them as Corban moaned under his mouth.
When David settled down to sit on his hips again, Corban let his tongue flicker out, playing over David’s lips and teeth.
“Are you again among the living, my beautiful one? My own Nefertiti? The Beautiful One is Come?”
Corban lifted his hips in response, almost smirking. David gave a soft laugh, and followed it with more faux Latin as he stroked Corban’s cock. “I see one good quality of death remains.”
Corban swore softly, but gave a louder moan.
“Seven openings of the body,” David said. “Each needs its proper attention to return you to me.”
“Yes.”
David kissed each of Corban’s ears. He whispered in each, “Sexy sensual boy. Return for my pleasure,” accompanied by a string of Lovecraftian words. Corban tipped his head each time, inviting the words, and the small breaths that accompanied them.
Corban chuckled when David kissed the tip of his nose then blew gently into each nostril. The chuckles turned to moans at another of those deep, wet kisses where David breathed into him. He wrapped his arms around his lover.
“Drag you down into a little death with me,” he whispered, biting at David’s ear..
“Yes... The re-animator must share the death to return the life.” David kissed him again, and disengaged from his teeth. “Shhh, two more to go, sweetness. Two more to return you to me.” He stripped away the hip rags from Corban, who was already hard and leaking.
Corban cried out as David pushed his legs back to his chest and began rimming him enthusiastically. His mouth ran its usual course of profanities.
David laughed softly and licked the length of his cock. “The last gate between the dead and the living. I will open it and return you to me, then a final infusion of life and you will be mine.”
Corban hissed, and his hips bucked just once as David sucked him in. He controlled himself, reminding himself he was dead and had to lie still. That was a true challenge as David sucked him deep and hard, playing a great deal with the slit and head. He sweated, moaning vulgarities like a prayer of his own.
“Come back to me, lover.’ David chanted a brief sentence then returned to sucking him.
Corban came with a wild cry, his hips leaving the floor entirely. David swallowed and licked until he went soft.
“One last step, my own life flowing into you.” David returned to rimming him, slick fingers from an unseen tube of lubricant aiding in his work. Corban hissed again, his eyes closing as David entered. He moved slowly and steadily. “Do you feel me?”
Corban felt the thick cock sliding all the way in, opening him. “Yes..fucking hell yes...”
“Good.” David kissed him. “Come back to me.” He breathed into Corban’s mouth as he came, filling his lungs. “Filled with my very essence, I summon you.”
Corban let his hips buck wildly as David kissed him again and withdrew. He came with a howl, to lie breathless and limp as David licked him clean.
They lay together, Corban nuzzling close in David’s arms. He ran his fingers through David’s hair. “Next year, we’ll plan even better.”
Corban lay on his stomach, watching old, cheesy horror. The trick-or-treaters were gone for the night and the cauldron of chocolate goodies was half empty. He’d undone most of his bandages and was down to just the heavy Egyptian eye makeup and some strategically placed rags.
He heard the front door open and David’s light tread in the hall. This was going to fun. David knelt over his hips, resting his weight on Corban’s half-covered ass.
“Mmm, lovely.” He kissed Corban’s neck.
Corban barely turned his head. David was wearing a brown cassock with an unholy wooden symbol around his neck. A priest of Dagon from Innsmouth, just as he’d said he would be. He gave his lover a soft smile. “C.c.c.could raise me from the dead?”
“Of course, I should be able to turn or dispell such a creature. Or perhaps even raise one. Yes, my resurrection skills should be just equal to the task.”
Corban shuddered as David ran gentle hands over his back, accompanying them with soft, faux Latinate chanting, that segued into the Cthulhu invocation and a couple of fake Egyptian things from the movies.
Corban fought to keep from smiling as David whispered “Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn!” over his back, along with soft words of Mother Hydra and Dagon. He followed these with light breaths over each of the seven chakra points, beginning at the base of the spine.
Corban rolled over obligingly, lying still, his eyes closed and almost sunken-looking in the dim light of the old black and white movie. David breathed over the crown chakra and then kissed his whole face, whispering of the breath of life.
Corban’s eyes flew open when David kissed him deep and hard, amber flashing their brown depths. The kiss was closer to CPR, David breathing for both of them as Corban moaned under his mouth.
When David settled down to sit on his hips again, Corban let his tongue flicker out, playing over David’s lips and teeth.
“Are you again among the living, my beautiful one? My own Nefertiti? The Beautiful One is Come?”
Corban lifted his hips in response, almost smirking. David gave a soft laugh, and followed it with more faux Latin as he stroked Corban’s cock. “I see one good quality of death remains.”
Corban swore softly, but gave a louder moan.
“Seven openings of the body,” David said. “Each needs its proper attention to return you to me.”
“Yes.”
David kissed each of Corban’s ears. He whispered in each, “Sexy sensual boy. Return for my pleasure,” accompanied by a string of Lovecraftian words. Corban tipped his head each time, inviting the words, and the small breaths that accompanied them.
Corban chuckled when David kissed the tip of his nose then blew gently into each nostril. The chuckles turned to moans at another of those deep, wet kisses where David breathed into him. He wrapped his arms around his lover.
“Drag you down into a little death with me,” he whispered, biting at David’s ear..
“Yes... The re-animator must share the death to return the life.” David kissed him again, and disengaged from his teeth. “Shhh, two more to go, sweetness. Two more to return you to me.” He stripped away the hip rags from Corban, who was already hard and leaking.
Corban cried out as David pushed his legs back to his chest and began rimming him enthusiastically. His mouth ran its usual course of profanities.
David laughed softly and licked the length of his cock. “The last gate between the dead and the living. I will open it and return you to me, then a final infusion of life and you will be mine.”
Corban hissed, and his hips bucked just once as David sucked him in. He controlled himself, reminding himself he was dead and had to lie still. That was a true challenge as David sucked him deep and hard, playing a great deal with the slit and head. He sweated, moaning vulgarities like a prayer of his own.
“Come back to me, lover.’ David chanted a brief sentence then returned to sucking him.
Corban came with a wild cry, his hips leaving the floor entirely. David swallowed and licked until he went soft.
“One last step, my own life flowing into you.” David returned to rimming him, slick fingers from an unseen tube of lubricant aiding in his work. Corban hissed again, his eyes closing as David entered. He moved slowly and steadily. “Do you feel me?”
Corban felt the thick cock sliding all the way in, opening him. “Yes..fucking hell yes...”
“Good.” David kissed him. “Come back to me.” He breathed into Corban’s mouth as he came, filling his lungs. “Filled with my very essence, I summon you.”
Corban let his hips buck wildly as David kissed him again and withdrew. He came with a howl, to lie breathless and limp as David licked him clean.
They lay together, Corban nuzzling close in David’s arms. He ran his fingers through David’s hair. “Next year, we’ll plan even better.”
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Date: 2006-11-01 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-01 11:15 pm (UTC)The above comment from Anon was actually from me.:D
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Date: 2006-11-02 10:59 pm (UTC)They're characters from my dark future universe, but Halloween is no longer celebrated in the country they live in.