Save Me
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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1,771
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6
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Save Me
Title: Save Me
Author: Nicu (me)
Claimer: I own everything.
Warnings: Solo time ^_~
Pairings: Ski/Ski
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Rain was perpetual in that place of eternal darkness. Maybe it was the city's way of purging itself of all the crime and disease that was widespread through out it; or maybe it was a way of erasing the tracks of murder and blood, making it impossible to gather any evidence against anyone. Rayne sighed in contempt as he thought about all the possibilities that went through his mind about the damned city. None of them really mattered though, here he was sent to live in banishment from heaven forever. That factor kept him alone and with no hope in the dark city of thousands. The pouring rain had soaked him within seconds of waking up in the streets and his white hair weighed heavily with water. White blue eyes searched the ground he walked refusing to look up and meet anyone's gaze on the streets. It did not matter; nothing did. He was in this dark place, no light shined through to touch his soul or heal the wounds on his back, which still seemed to be gaping holes. Was this hell? No, surely God would be merciful enough to spare him such an ordeal. Right? Rayne was not very sure now. The pain of his wings ripped slowly from his body still lingered clearly in his mind and mingled sharply with the pain in his heart. They throbbed together as one open sore and would continue to fester until they ate him alive. God was not merciful. God was vengeful. However, Rayne was confused, he had never known such darkness or such intense pain in all of his life and to be feeling it now without any guidance left him not only feeling bewildered but hurt and abandoned. What had he done to deserve such treatment? Rayne could not quite remember. The harder he pushed to find out the more pain shot up his spine and through his shoulder blades. He sighed it was not that important anyway. He obviously was not that important so nothing that happened to him mattered. Finally noticing the cold as he began to shake Rayne went into a nearby alleyway hoping to find some shelter or comfort that the streets could not provide. Luckily, he picked an ally that had an overpass and he ducked underneath it to avoid the rain. Curling up into his soaked trench coat, Rayne lay on the ground and passed out from exhaustion hoping that maybe the water would rise and drown him.
What Rayne did not know was that his misery broadcasted to every nonhuman in a 1-mile radius. Despair appeals to vampires because they get an easy kill, no fighting if the personlly lly wants to die or to an incubi who would slowly kill the victim off with sexual means and would steal their life energy. Although his innocence defiled when he fell from grace, he was still part angel and a hungry demon would not be fussy about meals. Rayne was a nice target for all of these creatures to dine on and he was completely oblivious, not that he would have cared if he knew. Therefore, he slept in a fitful slumber, resting in the alleyway just waiting for someone to take him when a human mage stumbled over his body.
Ski cautiously headed out of his store in the alleyway, you never knew what kind of people would be walking around here trying to get top-notch spell books and hard to find ingredients for brewing potions. He grumbled slightly under his breath, he could handle the illiterate troublemaking masses, but the stronger vampires and demons that worked in groups troubled him. Sometimes Ski would come across people who did not want to pay the fees he charged for such dark work, but his friends in higher places protected him well. Clutching his shadow book to his chest, he warily cast a protective and locking spell to it and stepped out of the shop door, making sure to lock it behind him. He was not paying much attention to his feet so when he strode forward he tripped over Rayne’s still sleeping body and tumbled into the alleyway. Ski gave a muffled shout and quickly jumped to his feet, still clinging to his shadow book. Rayne turned over and gazed at Ski with a broken expression and Ski felt his anger melting away into concern.
Rayne woke up when something kicked him in his ribs. Maybe he could escape this hell now. Gazing through his hair, that now looked grayer than white, he saw a man in all black carrying a book. Stumbling to his feet, he swayed unsteadily and grasped the wall beside him. Rayne was unaware that he had actually been bleeding through his back from the wounds but the pool of blood by his feet proved that he had been. Things were going black and Rayne stumbled, fell and passed out into the crimson water beneath him.
Ski blinked uncertainly then went up to the man and checked his pulse; it was beating faintly. He picked up Rayne and took him across the ally to the side door of his apartment. He was thankful for once that he lived so close by to his shop and that this door led straight into his home. Ski placed the strange man into the bathtub and stripped away all of his clothing so that he could determine where the bleeding was coming from. He cursed when he saw the twin oblong holes in Rayne’s shoulder blades. The gouges were bleeding freely, gushing out the precious crimson liquid with every weak pulse of his heart. The wounds did not stop there though. Turning Rayne over Ski saw the bleeding whip marks across his stomach, chest, and some that had caught his face and neck. Ski cursed again, this was a fallen angel.
Rayne woke up disoriented and immobile. He started to struggle but froze as pain shot up his back and arms. Giving a whimpering cry, he sank back into the bed. Ski was at the bedside immediately shushing any sounds that Rayne made. “It’s ok, shh, you’re ok.” Ski repeated this until Rayne was quiet and at ease.
“Where am I?” Ski shivered when he heard the man’s voice. It was like silken honey, rising a falling musically, and rough from unconscious sleep.
“You’re in the only city that is completely dark, Shadow Cast. This is my home, in the fourth quadrant reserved for mages and apprentices only.” Ski saw the man trying to move and placed a hand on his temple. “Don’t, you’ll only hurt yourself.”
Rayne felt the coolness seep from Ski’s hand and sighed appreciatively. “Who are you?” He nudged the man’s hand with his head, trying to get more affection.
Ski smiled and obliged by stroking his hair gently. “I’m Ski, a mage. You are?”
Rayne all but purred at the hand, it felt so good. “I’m Rayne… and I’m…” Rayne tried to remember what he was, what had happened before he got here. Pain intensified and burn down his spine. “Ah! No, no, no.” He tried to curl up into a ball but could not move and was panicked. He mumbled incoherently jerking around in pain. Then Ski was on top of him, pinning his arms down talking to him.
“It’s ok. It’s ok. Sedo.” He knew the spell worked when he saw Rayne’s eyes lose the panicked state and become calm again. “You can’t move, the wounds on your back will open up and start bleeding again. I don’t know if I have any more energy left to help your with blood loss.” Ski panted slightly at the excursion, Rayne was a lot stronger than he looked.
Rayne looked up at Ski inquisitively. “What wounds?” Ski sighed and shifted so that he was laying with Rayne, side by side and wrapped his arms around the slight fallen angel.
“Don’t worry about it baby, do you want to sleep now?” When Rayne nodded Ski cast the spell “Dormio.” (or sleep) and Rayne was instantly sleeping. Ski wrapped a leg around Rayne’s leg and instantly regretted it, rubbing his erection against Rayne’s leg. “Ugh.” He murmured to himself. This was not what he wanted. Moving off the bed, he went to take a shower grumbling softly.
He turned on the shower to a scorching heat and climbed in. Ski washed every part of his body, trying to ignore the pulsing of his member as it protested the under stimulation. When he realized it wasn’t going away on it’s own, he dragged his hand down his stomach and wrapped his hand around his penis. Ski pumped up and down slowly, swirling around the head of his cock every now and then and gasping at the sensations and the fantasy playing through in his mind.
Ski pinned him down, Rayne moaning sensually as Ski licked and sucked his neck, nibbling every now and then at Rayne’s earlobe. Ski nibbled down his neck to his nipple sucking greedily, and biting and working between both. Rayne whimpered and cried out. “Please, Ski.” Ski all but melted. He worked down to Rayne’s happy trail with his mouth. And teasingly nudged at it, pulling Rayne’s boxers down slightly with each nudge. Rayne was squirming and tired of the teasing flipped Ski over and took his cock in his mouth. Ski cried out Rayne’s name, it was amazing. The sensations… “Fuck Rayne, nnnm…” His mouth is heaven Ski thought before cumming in the deep cavern and crying out as Rayne cnuednued to suck him dry.
Ski fisted himself hard and came over the bathroom tiles, briefly blinded by ecstasy. He panted and decided it was time to turn off the lukewarm shower now. He stepped out, drying himself off, and collapsed onto the bed with Rayne next to him, in nothing but a towel.
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Whew, that was invigorating. Now, if you want me to write more give me lots of reviews so that I know the story is appreciated. Otherwise I'll be undermotivated and feel as if you people don't want the story to continue. So >.> What are you waiting for?
Author: Nicu (me)
Claimer: I own everything.
Warnings: Solo time ^_~
Pairings: Ski/Ski
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Rain was perpetual in that place of eternal darkness. Maybe it was the city's way of purging itself of all the crime and disease that was widespread through out it; or maybe it was a way of erasing the tracks of murder and blood, making it impossible to gather any evidence against anyone. Rayne sighed in contempt as he thought about all the possibilities that went through his mind about the damned city. None of them really mattered though, here he was sent to live in banishment from heaven forever. That factor kept him alone and with no hope in the dark city of thousands. The pouring rain had soaked him within seconds of waking up in the streets and his white hair weighed heavily with water. White blue eyes searched the ground he walked refusing to look up and meet anyone's gaze on the streets. It did not matter; nothing did. He was in this dark place, no light shined through to touch his soul or heal the wounds on his back, which still seemed to be gaping holes. Was this hell? No, surely God would be merciful enough to spare him such an ordeal. Right? Rayne was not very sure now. The pain of his wings ripped slowly from his body still lingered clearly in his mind and mingled sharply with the pain in his heart. They throbbed together as one open sore and would continue to fester until they ate him alive. God was not merciful. God was vengeful. However, Rayne was confused, he had never known such darkness or such intense pain in all of his life and to be feeling it now without any guidance left him not only feeling bewildered but hurt and abandoned. What had he done to deserve such treatment? Rayne could not quite remember. The harder he pushed to find out the more pain shot up his spine and through his shoulder blades. He sighed it was not that important anyway. He obviously was not that important so nothing that happened to him mattered. Finally noticing the cold as he began to shake Rayne went into a nearby alleyway hoping to find some shelter or comfort that the streets could not provide. Luckily, he picked an ally that had an overpass and he ducked underneath it to avoid the rain. Curling up into his soaked trench coat, Rayne lay on the ground and passed out from exhaustion hoping that maybe the water would rise and drown him.
What Rayne did not know was that his misery broadcasted to every nonhuman in a 1-mile radius. Despair appeals to vampires because they get an easy kill, no fighting if the personlly lly wants to die or to an incubi who would slowly kill the victim off with sexual means and would steal their life energy. Although his innocence defiled when he fell from grace, he was still part angel and a hungry demon would not be fussy about meals. Rayne was a nice target for all of these creatures to dine on and he was completely oblivious, not that he would have cared if he knew. Therefore, he slept in a fitful slumber, resting in the alleyway just waiting for someone to take him when a human mage stumbled over his body.
Ski cautiously headed out of his store in the alleyway, you never knew what kind of people would be walking around here trying to get top-notch spell books and hard to find ingredients for brewing potions. He grumbled slightly under his breath, he could handle the illiterate troublemaking masses, but the stronger vampires and demons that worked in groups troubled him. Sometimes Ski would come across people who did not want to pay the fees he charged for such dark work, but his friends in higher places protected him well. Clutching his shadow book to his chest, he warily cast a protective and locking spell to it and stepped out of the shop door, making sure to lock it behind him. He was not paying much attention to his feet so when he strode forward he tripped over Rayne’s still sleeping body and tumbled into the alleyway. Ski gave a muffled shout and quickly jumped to his feet, still clinging to his shadow book. Rayne turned over and gazed at Ski with a broken expression and Ski felt his anger melting away into concern.
Rayne woke up when something kicked him in his ribs. Maybe he could escape this hell now. Gazing through his hair, that now looked grayer than white, he saw a man in all black carrying a book. Stumbling to his feet, he swayed unsteadily and grasped the wall beside him. Rayne was unaware that he had actually been bleeding through his back from the wounds but the pool of blood by his feet proved that he had been. Things were going black and Rayne stumbled, fell and passed out into the crimson water beneath him.
Ski blinked uncertainly then went up to the man and checked his pulse; it was beating faintly. He picked up Rayne and took him across the ally to the side door of his apartment. He was thankful for once that he lived so close by to his shop and that this door led straight into his home. Ski placed the strange man into the bathtub and stripped away all of his clothing so that he could determine where the bleeding was coming from. He cursed when he saw the twin oblong holes in Rayne’s shoulder blades. The gouges were bleeding freely, gushing out the precious crimson liquid with every weak pulse of his heart. The wounds did not stop there though. Turning Rayne over Ski saw the bleeding whip marks across his stomach, chest, and some that had caught his face and neck. Ski cursed again, this was a fallen angel.
Rayne woke up disoriented and immobile. He started to struggle but froze as pain shot up his back and arms. Giving a whimpering cry, he sank back into the bed. Ski was at the bedside immediately shushing any sounds that Rayne made. “It’s ok, shh, you’re ok.” Ski repeated this until Rayne was quiet and at ease.
“Where am I?” Ski shivered when he heard the man’s voice. It was like silken honey, rising a falling musically, and rough from unconscious sleep.
“You’re in the only city that is completely dark, Shadow Cast. This is my home, in the fourth quadrant reserved for mages and apprentices only.” Ski saw the man trying to move and placed a hand on his temple. “Don’t, you’ll only hurt yourself.”
Rayne felt the coolness seep from Ski’s hand and sighed appreciatively. “Who are you?” He nudged the man’s hand with his head, trying to get more affection.
Ski smiled and obliged by stroking his hair gently. “I’m Ski, a mage. You are?”
Rayne all but purred at the hand, it felt so good. “I’m Rayne… and I’m…” Rayne tried to remember what he was, what had happened before he got here. Pain intensified and burn down his spine. “Ah! No, no, no.” He tried to curl up into a ball but could not move and was panicked. He mumbled incoherently jerking around in pain. Then Ski was on top of him, pinning his arms down talking to him.
“It’s ok. It’s ok. Sedo.” He knew the spell worked when he saw Rayne’s eyes lose the panicked state and become calm again. “You can’t move, the wounds on your back will open up and start bleeding again. I don’t know if I have any more energy left to help your with blood loss.” Ski panted slightly at the excursion, Rayne was a lot stronger than he looked.
Rayne looked up at Ski inquisitively. “What wounds?” Ski sighed and shifted so that he was laying with Rayne, side by side and wrapped his arms around the slight fallen angel.
“Don’t worry about it baby, do you want to sleep now?” When Rayne nodded Ski cast the spell “Dormio.” (or sleep) and Rayne was instantly sleeping. Ski wrapped a leg around Rayne’s leg and instantly regretted it, rubbing his erection against Rayne’s leg. “Ugh.” He murmured to himself. This was not what he wanted. Moving off the bed, he went to take a shower grumbling softly.
He turned on the shower to a scorching heat and climbed in. Ski washed every part of his body, trying to ignore the pulsing of his member as it protested the under stimulation. When he realized it wasn’t going away on it’s own, he dragged his hand down his stomach and wrapped his hand around his penis. Ski pumped up and down slowly, swirling around the head of his cock every now and then and gasping at the sensations and the fantasy playing through in his mind.
Ski pinned him down, Rayne moaning sensually as Ski licked and sucked his neck, nibbling every now and then at Rayne’s earlobe. Ski nibbled down his neck to his nipple sucking greedily, and biting and working between both. Rayne whimpered and cried out. “Please, Ski.” Ski all but melted. He worked down to Rayne’s happy trail with his mouth. And teasingly nudged at it, pulling Rayne’s boxers down slightly with each nudge. Rayne was squirming and tired of the teasing flipped Ski over and took his cock in his mouth. Ski cried out Rayne’s name, it was amazing. The sensations… “Fuck Rayne, nnnm…” His mouth is heaven Ski thought before cumming in the deep cavern and crying out as Rayne cnuednued to suck him dry.
Ski fisted himself hard and came over the bathroom tiles, briefly blinded by ecstasy. He panted and decided it was time to turn off the lukewarm shower now. He stepped out, drying himself off, and collapsed onto the bed with Rayne next to him, in nothing but a towel.
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Whew, that was invigorating. Now, if you want me to write more give me lots of reviews so that I know the story is appreciated. Otherwise I'll be undermotivated and feel as if you people don't want the story to continue. So >.> What are you waiting for?