Closer

Closer
By: Karie Chaos

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Nyow! =3 Don\'t mind me. I\'m just... Gah, sudden weird inspiration. ^.^ OC slash fic I suppose. Normally I\'m an anime girl but hey, when it rears its head, you write it down, ne? These are my characters, so, *hides them* MINE! ^.^ Enjoy, ne?

WARNING!: ^.^ Shameless use of Nine Inch Nails lyrics, slash, lemony goodness, master/slave treatment, stalking, mild bondage, bit of play with blood (Mostly Real\'s), and of course general me-ness.
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Real stared from off stage, eyes scanning the crowd slowly.

Dark crimson hair brushed across his eyes and he tossed it back with a shake of his head, looking for that white skin, that silver hair, those huge gold eyes slitted like a cat\'s. Had he heard? Had he come? Real didn\'t see him. He turned away from the curtain.

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Take slipped in through the back, eyes luminous, hiding under a black sweatshirt, long hair tucked inside hanging down his back. He writhed his way up near the front of the crowd, leaving stunned people in his wake as he mind-fucked them. He smiled, lips glimmering pinkish with the remanents of his last meal. He wanted to see this.... See if the wild abandon that this rock star had on stage was the same as the abandon that he\'d shown with only a night in the monsters bed.

When the curtain lifted and the fireworks went off, lights flashing erratically over the tall, lean figure in the center of the stage, hard dark blue eyes staring defiantly, long crimson bangs brushing the tip of his delicate nose, Take smiled. So Atherial was here. He waited, through the first few songs, still just lacking spark, lacking definition. But it seemed to be building to something.

A slow hissing beat started to grow, filling the corners of the room before Real\'s voice murmured, the leather wrapped body starting to writhe and grind against the music, against the stand of the microphone, hips thrust forward, luscious.

\"You let me violate you... You let me desicrate you... You let me penetrate you.... You let me complicate you....\"

Take laughed under the music and threw the sweatshirt he\'d stolen from his victem off. Long silver hair caught the lights and one swung towards him, hilighting white skin wrapped in a sheer silver shirt. A black tribal tattoo around his left bicep and the enormous scrolling black cross on his back were visible, and gold eyes reflected the light with greens.

Real looked faintly scared but it passed with the music and his body seemed to beckon.

\"Help me... I broke apart my insides. Help me... I\'ve got no soul to sell. Help me... The only thing that works for me. Help me get away from myself.\"

Take simply slipped up to the edge of the stage and gripped it, eyes flashing before he heaved himself upwards, landing in a crouch before his long, sensuous body unfolded itself in the lights, pale and willowy. He moved across the stage, working his body in long slow undulations, hands rising over his head to grasp at the air, hips working as though he were sexing up an invisible partner.

\"I wanna fuck you like an animal. I wanna feel you from the inside.... I wanna fuck you like an animal. My whole existance is flawed.... You get me closer to God.\"

Take stopped facing Real who took the mic with him off the stand, cold blue eyes bouncing the lights off. Almost impersonally he stepped up against him, leather pressed to denim and mesh. Take just smirked and rolled his body, sliding down to his knees before the red-head, and then leaning back from there, still kneeling as he thrust his hips upwards and writhed as though he were having sex. Then he brought himself to his hands and knees.

He crawled towards Real as he continued to sing.

\"You can help my isolation. You can help the hate that it brings. You can help my absence of faith. You can help my everything... Help me... You tear down my reason. Help me... Its your sex I can smell. Help me... You make me perfect. Help me think I\'m somebody else.\"

He stared at the boy\'s ankle and worked his lips up the leather-clad leg and then around the front of it to the inside of his thigh, tasing the leather and working it, hands wrapped around his calf as he laved the juncture of hip and thigh, sliding closer and rubbing himself shamelessly against the tall one\'s leg.

\"I wanna fuck you like an animal. I wanna feel you from the inside... I wanna fuck you like an animal! My whole existance is flawed... You get me closer to God!\"

Real dropped to his knees screaming the last three lines and then he let Take prowl up against his chest and start licking and biting his neck as he whispered.

\"I dream of honey.... Inside your eyes...... You are the reason..... I stay alive.....\"

Take grinned against his skin and rolled his hips against impassible leather, fingers raking down, catching on the bondage straps and making metal buckles chime before the music trailed away. The lights went black as the crowd gave a massive roar and manic screaming came. The curtains closed and Real stared at him, cold.

\"Get off me.\"

Take just laughed in his face, leaning down to drag his tounge against the shell of his ear, purring into it.

\"You think I don\'t know you want me, Atherial?\"

The boy stiffened. Take smirked and slowly slid off him, streaching sensuously and then holding out his hand, cat-slitted eyes gleaming in the darkness behind the curtain as he waited. White teeth caught the light from his eyes and the tribal tattoo soaked in the darkness, making his skin whiter. He waited.

A long fingered hand settled in his own. Victory.

Take crushed the other body too himself and seized those thin lips with his own, parting them and devouring the man from the mouth down until he couldn\'t breathe. Then he let him go, leaving him realing as he sashayed off stage, beckoning him with the sway of his hips. He could hear the human footsteps behind him and he grinned, tounge flitting across his lips. Atherial was always delicious.

And what was more....

Atherial was his.

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Take stopped in front of a door to a house in the middle of the city, in the middle of a large, undeveloped lot. The shutters were tightly closed, gleaming black metal against the gray backdrop of the house. The sloping roof was topped by a smoking chimney and he smirked as he led the way into his house. A cold mist swirled around the feet of them both, though it caressed its way up Take\'s legs like searching fingers. He taunted it, biting the tip of his finger and letting a drop hang suspended in the air for a moment before it fell to the floor and the mist gave off a hissing, bubbling sound. Atherial clung close too his heels as he led the way up the twisted black stairs. He smirked and walked into a room hung in white and gold, sprawling across the soft bed.

\"Atherial.....\"

The human shuddered but his head dropped, defeated. He crept closer to the bed, fingers clenched into fists at his sides. Take sat up and hooked his fingers into the leather, ripping downwards. The leather shreaded like he\'d taken a serrated knife too it and it fell in ruins to the floor, followed by the black leather top. Metal buckles clanked as they hit and bounced off the floor and one another. Real stood with his hands blocking himself, cheeks flushed.

\"Shy?\"

Take purred and wrapped his hands around lean thighs, pulling Atherial onto the bed over him and then rolling them, sheding denim and mesh like a snake, and pressing cool skin to heated human flesh. His tattoo\'s were deep in the light of the room, and he smirked, thrusting bare hips against the red-head.

\"Don\'t be.\"

\"I\'m not.\"

The words were short, clipped. Rough with an accent from his homeland. Atherial retained his English sound, even now. Take had traded his years ago for the easily adaptable, blended American of this place. He traced a white mark left on the red-heads collar bone with his tounge, sending a shivver through the boy. Slowly those hand rose and slide over his back. He purred and writhed his hips against the red-head before he bit the boy\'s skin.

\"Bad boy. Hands up.\"

Atherial whimpered and the hands went over his head to grip the side of the bed. Take slid off him and sauntered to a chest of drawers, opening the top one and taking out several wide, thick leather straps. He turned, brandishing them with a wicked laugh and his hips twitched as he walked back to the bed. Atherial looked nervous and his fingers were twisting the bed clothes into knots.

\"Turn long ways.\"

It was a command, and Atherial scrambled to offer his hands towards the metal bedframe. Take climbed to straddle his chest and two of the heavy straps bound his hands, one holding them together and one holding them to the bed frame. He smirked and slid down the muscled body to stand at the foot of the bed. Those long legs were strapped from the knees, lifted to expose him utterly, attached to a pair of distended silver chains hanging from the ceiling.

Atherial whimpered brokenly before he was hushed with a hand stroking down the back of his thigh towards his buttocks before Take skipped merrilly towards the chest of drawers, drawing out a few more items for use. He turned and pranced back, leaning down to draw his tounge over the arch of Atherial\'s foot making him gasp and whine slightly before he nipped just behind the ball of his foot sharply.

Then he came around the side of the bed, depositing his load on the floor. The first thing he picked up was a knife in its sheath. It was drawn out with the slow sound of metal against silk and a sharp snick as it exited the sheath. One side had a smooth straight blade and the other side was unevenly serrated, meant for ripping and shreading rather than smooth marks.

The blade caught the light and it flashed across Take\'s eyes. Real gave a wide-eyed panicked look before the blade turned to the smooth side and the tip came to rest just below his ribs. Take laughed again as the blade split his flesh, sending ribbons of red over Atherial\'s skin. The boy\'s breath hitched in his throat as he fought not to cry out. That was a sensitive place, ripe with nerve endings. Take\'s tounge lapped at the curls of liquid spreading downwards. He pressed his lips to it, filming them with red and then laughing before his teeth teased the edge of the wound. He pulled the blade back towards himself, creating a second line a few inches lower but still in the same area.

He smiled and dug the knife a little deeper for the second cut, spilling more blood. He trailed a finger through it and then lifted it to the flawless chest, painting his name across the soft skin.

\"A - T - T - A - K - E - N\"

He murmured, it had been years since he\'s spelled his full name. Attaken. Ah - ta - ken. It was strange, but it was also very VERY old. He smiled and then smeared his hand through the blood below the red-head\'s ribs, painting it in vivid strokes across his stomach and over his hips, lifting his hand to leave it colouring his thighs. He thought Atherial looked good painted in blood. He laughed and turned the serrated side towards the boy\'s flesh, lifting it too his arms and drawing it down them, leaving two long rents in his flesh, scarlet pouring down onto the bed and around them, soaking into white and gold fabric, staining it. They\'d have to be burned.

He leaned up, tounge digging into the torn flesh of the boy\'s arms, making him scream finally as he sucked from his flesh, moving to sit astride the boy, lapping like a cat and feasting on him. When he pulled his mouth away there was blood running down his face, and he was laughing, teeth still white somehow. He threw the knife to the floor and smiled, picking up a whip and cracking it in the air a few times to warm up. He rotated his shoulder and then let fly, the whip snapping down on his captive\'s chest, raising a deep red welt which was met by a second strike, leaving a second... A third....

By the time Take was done, the lash marks were criss-crossed against his chest, some nearly purple, those would bruise, take a while to heal. Take was finally breathing hard, but it wasn\'t from exertion. It was lust. His eyes burned when he looked upon the bleeding, bound figure displayed for him, and his hand slid down his impeccable flesh to wrap careful fingers around himself, thumb rolling across the swollen tip and making him gasp slightly before he forced his hand away.

He moved around, crawling up between lifted and spread thighs, leaning down to drag his tounge through the pool of running blood on Atherial\'s stomach before he grasped slim hips, lifting them slightly and pressing against him, not bothering to prepare him. The blood sliding down his skin would be enough to slick the entery. If not, well then it was too bad, wasn\'t it?

When Take took him, slamming himself deep into Atherial\'s unprepared body, the slender figure arched and twisted violently, a scream trembling the curtains tied to the corners of the bed, chains holding him rattling madly, a ringing counterpoint to his movements.

Take didn\'t stop for Atherial\'s pain, he drank it in waves, feeding on it, lips parting in silent rapture as the pain and confused desire surged from one to the other, one giving and the other inhaling like it was air. Take\'s passion rose to heights he hadn\'t seen in years before it crashed back down as Atherial\'s mind wiped of everything but an exulted, desperate, terrified cry.

\"TAKE!\"

Take froze, his own mind awash with white, the fuzzy, lightheadedness that accompanied his release. As the sounds of his world came flooding back too him, he withdrew, fingers caressing sticky, red-pink skin. Semen has diluted the blood to swirls of pink through the mess. He leaned down, lapping it all away shamelessly, the blood had all stopped, even the worst flow had stemmed from the blood all flowing elsewhere. He smiled and lay to one side of his pet.

\"Lets take a break, ne?\"

He smiled as his eyes closed. Atherial whimpered softly and then whispered.

\"Let me down....\"

A golden eye opened.

\"I\'m not finished my dear Gem. Not at all. Just a break.\"

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He had come.... And Atherial Stone was lost in him.

~OWARI~