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Serendipity (Dethroned 1shot)
This is the first time I've SUCCESSFULLY written more than a few congruent sentences in a very long time. I did this this afternoon, and now I am trying with every fiber of my soul to complete another (desperately overdue) project before the bug leaves me. 6_6
This is a piece of Dethroned (http://dethroned.kidavi.net)... if you were so inclined, you could do your own research on the project. Otherwise, just swallow it like it is~ an insignificant one-shot consisting of a couple pages of smut.
Title: Serendipity. If only the object had been to choose the most arbitrary, inappropriate title, then this would be an admirable success.
Series: Dethroned [original, based off of an RP storyline (http://dethroned-axc.livejournal.com)]
Pairing: The Arbiter / Ciro
Rating: NC-17, were you expecting something less?
Warnings: yaoi / slash, a little violence, nonconsensual, master-slave. A bit of disturbing imagery, if things like~ well. Whatevs, but suffice to say this is the first time I've written this particular fetish. Stay away if you're easily put off.
Feedback: None necessary, but always welcome.
SERENDIPITY
The human was standing near the top of the stairwell, his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
The Arbiter scowled. Giving this creature free rein in the castle was a dreadful mistake on the king's part. A few of the slave demons may have learned a lesson from the earlier display, but that was not going to deter the determined.
He ground his teeth, unable to understand why Azelus would not simply devour him and have done with it. Feet pounding angrily on the stone, he glanced up suddenly to find that the human had moved to stand in his path.
“Get out of here, slave,” snarled the Arbiter, slowing. In spite of himself, he cast an appraising eye over the barely-clothed body. One shoulder and a good expanse of pale chest were visible at the collar of his tunic. The demon sneered again, frustrated with his own hunger. Couldn't the king at least dress his whore properly?
While he was musing, the human took a step forward. Unconsciously, the Arbiter took a step back, then choked with disbelief. He was retreating from this creature? Frightened by his own inability to contain his urges? Glaring into that despicably beautiful face, he saw amusement written in the green eyes.
“You—” he snarled, stepping forward to recover the little ground he'd lost and to gain more. The human did not shrink back, but gazed at him steadily, his slender neck craning slightly. A small smile twisted the corner of his mouth.
“Me,” he said simply. He clasped his hands behind his back. “You're Azelus' arbiter,” he commented needlessly.
The Arbiter glared at him, and folded his own hands behind his back... if only to prevent himself from grabbing the human to ravage his flesh. “That's right, slave,” he growled. “And you are his temporary amusement. A disposable plaything. When Azelus tires of you, you'll have nothing to do but perish miserably.”
The human laughed then, and the mocking sound rang in the Arbiter's head. He was already salivating—just being this close to the human summoned the most carnal of urges. He didn't need this, the teasing from a being whose throat he could crush between a finger and thumb if he had mind to...
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he lashed out and shoved the human into the wall. A small cry escaped the slave's lips as the Arbiter gripped his shoulder and gave him a hard shake.
“You insist on provoking us,” he whispered throatily into the human's ear. His hand traveled up the hem of the ill-fitting tunic. It came to rest low on the warm abdomen, now quivering with quick pants. The Arbiter smiled into the slave's hair. He inhaled the scent of fearful sweat, and the more subtle aroma of living blood pulsing beneath flesh.
He was answered with a faint twitch and a hastily drawn breath. “He trusts you...” the whore whispered softly.
“That is because he knows no reason not to,” replied the Arbiter, burying his face in the human's neck. The roving hand wandered up to tweak a nipple. The human gasped again, and began to struggle.
Grinning in earnest now, the Arbiter pressed his body against the slave's, crushing him against the wall. He grasped the bit of tender flesh and twisted it hard, at the same time closing his lips over the creature's mouth to stifle his moan. The human writhed fitfully. His hands came up and tried to pry the demon's fingers from his chest. The Arbiter felt him groan into his mouth.
He suffocated him with the kiss for a moment longer before pulling away. The temptation to sink his teeth in and suck out the blood was too strong. He was becoming light-headed from the effort of resisting it—was this what the king had meant? Intoxicated, he plunged his other hand down the waistband of the human's trousers. It was warm, delightfully so, and he felt ravenous again. Agile fingers curled around the whore's balls. The demon paused for an agonizing minute, then squeezed as hard as he dared.
The human's mouth widened in a silent scream, his eyes springing open and staring blankly at the ceiling. His breath had stopped, and the Arbiter leaned forward and mouthed his throat. Still cradling the delicate organs, he stretched a finger out to brush the pucker further in. He heard the human choke on a sob.
“As much as I'd love to hear you scream, you're the king's pet,” he purred, licking a tear from the corner of the slave's eye. “Be silent, or he'll hear you. Isn't this what you wanted from me?” he added viciously, thrusting the finger inside the contracting heat. The human's spine arched against him. His breathing was harsh and ragged, broken by grinding teeth.
The Arbiter released the abused nipple and groped his way down the slave's back. He reached the small and kneaded the tense muscles there as his other hand worked the protesting hole. He longed to impale the human on his cock, then slit his throat and feel his body buck and jerk around him in the throes of death.
Groaning, euphoric now in his own arousal, he spread the human and held him open. He scissored two fingers in the widened entrance, then pushed in a third. The slave's head dropped heavily onto his shoulder, his body shaking violently. His blunt fingernails dug into the Arbiter's biceps, but could do no damage. The demon moaned and ground his groin against the human's thigh.
Azelus would kill him. He'd kill him as he had killed that other demon, esteemed servant or not, if he caught him liaisoning with his pet. But suddenly, this was far from a deterrent. The thrill of it caught up to him and overwhelmed him. Shoving his shoulder cruelly against the human's face, he muffled him as best he could with both hands preoccupied. Still holding the soft flesh open, he withdrew his other hand and curled his fingers.
The human bit him as he pushed against the too-small entrance with his knuckles. Panting now, ignoring the teeth sawing into him, the Arbiter grunted and twisted his wrist until the creature's muscles relaxed enough to press further in.
With one swift, brutal thrust, he rammed his fist inside the yielding body. There was a brief pang of concern—the king, he would be furious—as he felt flesh tear, blood immediately slicking his hand... But then it gave way to delight as the human screamed into his chest.
The Arbiter remained still, holding the human's face with his body, crushing the back of his skull against the wall. He reveled in the torn warmth pulsing around him. The slave jerked erratically—his frail form slumping in the demon's arms. He was fainting from the pain.
“Oh now, is that all you can take?” the demon hissed gently against the human's temple.
A low whine answered him, and he moved his fist ever so slightly.
The slave's reaction was immediate; his body lurched, another scream gurgling from his lips to be strangled beneath the Arbiter's shoulder.
The demon felt pleased malice curl up in his throat. The human was broken in his grasp, at his mercy. It should have been the same as with any prey, but his helplessness was intriguing. The Arbiter let out a shortened breath. Toying with weaklings was not supposed to be so amusing, he thought vaguely.
Eager for more responses, he drew his fist back until his knuckles stretched the human's ruined entrance once more. The slave heaved in his grip. He gagged on his own cries as the demon shoved his hand back in. Tight flesh bled and squeezed hard. The gripping of his ravaged body made the demon dizzy with rapture. Thick blood greased his thrusts, the sounds accompanied by muffled sobbing.
Growling in the back of his throat, the demon drew his knee up and seated the human on it. Then he braced them both against the wall and pumped his fist ferociously into the clenching tunnel.
He wished he didn't have to stifle the creature's cries—his voice was beautiful, laced with agony. The Arbiter snarled as the screams died into rasps... restraint, the king had said. Though he ached to murder the pretty pet, it would never do. The slave was a limp doll clasped to his chest. Any more would be unwise.
The Arbiter sighed slowly and extracted his fist. Barely conscious, the human's body protested the withdrawal, muscles spasming fiercely. The demon supported him with a hand to his throat. He raised the other hand, the bloody one—to his lips and sampled it. He shivered once with pleasure, then cocked his head to study the limp human's face.
His green eyes were hazy and half-lidded; damp brown curls clung to his neck and forehead. His cheeks were flushed bright red.
The Arbiter laughed. “We are both fortunate for Aciel, suddenly,” he remarked to the dangling slave. “Because of his knowledge, you will heal rapidly. Unless you tell him, Azelus will never know.” He flashed a feral smile. “So if you wish my death... inform the king. But I doubt you will.” Abruptly, he released the human and watched him crumple brokenly to the floor. He laid there, on his side, panting softly.
“You seem to harbor your own desires,” the Arbiter said surreptitiously. “I don't know why you approached me, nor do I care to find out right now. If you should die at any time, I will gladly consume your flesh.” He laughed again, though more quietly. “The king and I are to hunt. Left alone here, this may be the last time we'll meet while you still live.”
He turned and took a few strides down the darkened passage before looking back at the inert, bleeding heap on the floor. “Beware, human. You play with demons here in Hell.”
Then he whirled, and headed dutifully down the stone staircase.
~ fin ~
This is a piece of Dethroned (http://dethroned.kidavi.net)... if you were so inclined, you could do your own research on the project. Otherwise, just swallow it like it is~ an insignificant one-shot consisting of a couple pages of smut.
Title: Serendipity. If only the object had been to choose the most arbitrary, inappropriate title, then this would be an admirable success.
Series: Dethroned [original, based off of an RP storyline (http://dethroned-axc.livejournal.com)]
Pairing: The Arbiter / Ciro
Rating: NC-17, were you expecting something less?
Warnings: yaoi / slash, a little violence, nonconsensual, master-slave. A bit of disturbing imagery, if things like~ well. Whatevs, but suffice to say this is the first time I've written this particular fetish. Stay away if you're easily put off.
Feedback: None necessary, but always welcome.
The human was standing near the top of the stairwell, his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
The Arbiter scowled. Giving this creature free rein in the castle was a dreadful mistake on the king's part. A few of the slave demons may have learned a lesson from the earlier display, but that was not going to deter the determined.
He ground his teeth, unable to understand why Azelus would not simply devour him and have done with it. Feet pounding angrily on the stone, he glanced up suddenly to find that the human had moved to stand in his path.
“Get out of here, slave,” snarled the Arbiter, slowing. In spite of himself, he cast an appraising eye over the barely-clothed body. One shoulder and a good expanse of pale chest were visible at the collar of his tunic. The demon sneered again, frustrated with his own hunger. Couldn't the king at least dress his whore properly?
While he was musing, the human took a step forward. Unconsciously, the Arbiter took a step back, then choked with disbelief. He was retreating from this creature? Frightened by his own inability to contain his urges? Glaring into that despicably beautiful face, he saw amusement written in the green eyes.
“You—” he snarled, stepping forward to recover the little ground he'd lost and to gain more. The human did not shrink back, but gazed at him steadily, his slender neck craning slightly. A small smile twisted the corner of his mouth.
“Me,” he said simply. He clasped his hands behind his back. “You're Azelus' arbiter,” he commented needlessly.
The Arbiter glared at him, and folded his own hands behind his back... if only to prevent himself from grabbing the human to ravage his flesh. “That's right, slave,” he growled. “And you are his temporary amusement. A disposable plaything. When Azelus tires of you, you'll have nothing to do but perish miserably.”
The human laughed then, and the mocking sound rang in the Arbiter's head. He was already salivating—just being this close to the human summoned the most carnal of urges. He didn't need this, the teasing from a being whose throat he could crush between a finger and thumb if he had mind to...
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he lashed out and shoved the human into the wall. A small cry escaped the slave's lips as the Arbiter gripped his shoulder and gave him a hard shake.
“You insist on provoking us,” he whispered throatily into the human's ear. His hand traveled up the hem of the ill-fitting tunic. It came to rest low on the warm abdomen, now quivering with quick pants. The Arbiter smiled into the slave's hair. He inhaled the scent of fearful sweat, and the more subtle aroma of living blood pulsing beneath flesh.
He was answered with a faint twitch and a hastily drawn breath. “He trusts you...” the whore whispered softly.
“That is because he knows no reason not to,” replied the Arbiter, burying his face in the human's neck. The roving hand wandered up to tweak a nipple. The human gasped again, and began to struggle.
Grinning in earnest now, the Arbiter pressed his body against the slave's, crushing him against the wall. He grasped the bit of tender flesh and twisted it hard, at the same time closing his lips over the creature's mouth to stifle his moan. The human writhed fitfully. His hands came up and tried to pry the demon's fingers from his chest. The Arbiter felt him groan into his mouth.
He suffocated him with the kiss for a moment longer before pulling away. The temptation to sink his teeth in and suck out the blood was too strong. He was becoming light-headed from the effort of resisting it—was this what the king had meant? Intoxicated, he plunged his other hand down the waistband of the human's trousers. It was warm, delightfully so, and he felt ravenous again. Agile fingers curled around the whore's balls. The demon paused for an agonizing minute, then squeezed as hard as he dared.
The human's mouth widened in a silent scream, his eyes springing open and staring blankly at the ceiling. His breath had stopped, and the Arbiter leaned forward and mouthed his throat. Still cradling the delicate organs, he stretched a finger out to brush the pucker further in. He heard the human choke on a sob.
“As much as I'd love to hear you scream, you're the king's pet,” he purred, licking a tear from the corner of the slave's eye. “Be silent, or he'll hear you. Isn't this what you wanted from me?” he added viciously, thrusting the finger inside the contracting heat. The human's spine arched against him. His breathing was harsh and ragged, broken by grinding teeth.
The Arbiter released the abused nipple and groped his way down the slave's back. He reached the small and kneaded the tense muscles there as his other hand worked the protesting hole. He longed to impale the human on his cock, then slit his throat and feel his body buck and jerk around him in the throes of death.
Groaning, euphoric now in his own arousal, he spread the human and held him open. He scissored two fingers in the widened entrance, then pushed in a third. The slave's head dropped heavily onto his shoulder, his body shaking violently. His blunt fingernails dug into the Arbiter's biceps, but could do no damage. The demon moaned and ground his groin against the human's thigh.
Azelus would kill him. He'd kill him as he had killed that other demon, esteemed servant or not, if he caught him liaisoning with his pet. But suddenly, this was far from a deterrent. The thrill of it caught up to him and overwhelmed him. Shoving his shoulder cruelly against the human's face, he muffled him as best he could with both hands preoccupied. Still holding the soft flesh open, he withdrew his other hand and curled his fingers.
The human bit him as he pushed against the too-small entrance with his knuckles. Panting now, ignoring the teeth sawing into him, the Arbiter grunted and twisted his wrist until the creature's muscles relaxed enough to press further in.
With one swift, brutal thrust, he rammed his fist inside the yielding body. There was a brief pang of concern—the king, he would be furious—as he felt flesh tear, blood immediately slicking his hand... But then it gave way to delight as the human screamed into his chest.
The Arbiter remained still, holding the human's face with his body, crushing the back of his skull against the wall. He reveled in the torn warmth pulsing around him. The slave jerked erratically—his frail form slumping in the demon's arms. He was fainting from the pain.
“Oh now, is that all you can take?” the demon hissed gently against the human's temple.
A low whine answered him, and he moved his fist ever so slightly.
The slave's reaction was immediate; his body lurched, another scream gurgling from his lips to be strangled beneath the Arbiter's shoulder.
The demon felt pleased malice curl up in his throat. The human was broken in his grasp, at his mercy. It should have been the same as with any prey, but his helplessness was intriguing. The Arbiter let out a shortened breath. Toying with weaklings was not supposed to be so amusing, he thought vaguely.
Eager for more responses, he drew his fist back until his knuckles stretched the human's ruined entrance once more. The slave heaved in his grip. He gagged on his own cries as the demon shoved his hand back in. Tight flesh bled and squeezed hard. The gripping of his ravaged body made the demon dizzy with rapture. Thick blood greased his thrusts, the sounds accompanied by muffled sobbing.
Growling in the back of his throat, the demon drew his knee up and seated the human on it. Then he braced them both against the wall and pumped his fist ferociously into the clenching tunnel.
He wished he didn't have to stifle the creature's cries—his voice was beautiful, laced with agony. The Arbiter snarled as the screams died into rasps... restraint, the king had said. Though he ached to murder the pretty pet, it would never do. The slave was a limp doll clasped to his chest. Any more would be unwise.
The Arbiter sighed slowly and extracted his fist. Barely conscious, the human's body protested the withdrawal, muscles spasming fiercely. The demon supported him with a hand to his throat. He raised the other hand, the bloody one—to his lips and sampled it. He shivered once with pleasure, then cocked his head to study the limp human's face.
His green eyes were hazy and half-lidded; damp brown curls clung to his neck and forehead. His cheeks were flushed bright red.
The Arbiter laughed. “We are both fortunate for Aciel, suddenly,” he remarked to the dangling slave. “Because of his knowledge, you will heal rapidly. Unless you tell him, Azelus will never know.” He flashed a feral smile. “So if you wish my death... inform the king. But I doubt you will.” Abruptly, he released the human and watched him crumple brokenly to the floor. He laid there, on his side, panting softly.
“You seem to harbor your own desires,” the Arbiter said surreptitiously. “I don't know why you approached me, nor do I care to find out right now. If you should die at any time, I will gladly consume your flesh.” He laughed again, though more quietly. “The king and I are to hunt. Left alone here, this may be the last time we'll meet while you still live.”
He turned and took a few strides down the darkened passage before looking back at the inert, bleeding heap on the floor. “Beware, human. You play with demons here in Hell.”
Then he whirled, and headed dutifully down the stone staircase.