July 13, 2002
dead of night [sian]

[after scene with sickboy | in wyrmpit | AIM]

it is late when he returns (the dawn will soon bebreaking) fingers a soft cadence along the wooden doorframe, letting it fall open before him as mismatched eyes surge ahead to search for her form in the near darkness, the song of her scent as it passes into his lungs on each (tempered) breath

the door clicking (snapping) shut behind, his weight settled against it for short count of three,and then (only then), do boots dare cross the carpeted void

The bed is broken, its bones twisted into shards of broken wood, the mattress pulled [ hauled in a trail of wooden splinters and shattered frame-bones] to the corner of the room. It is dark in the room but he can FEEL her still, the lazy-slow beat of her life. It pushes slowly along, daring -taunting-crushing what stood in its meandering path. As the door snaps shut slanting eyes flick open, thier inky cadence indiscernable from the void of the blackened room. He can feel the lazy calm in the air, as if the world around her breathed relief at her respite.

[you.]


he can feel her (inside him) just as she can feel him (inside her) the track of his boots stops in crouch before her lazy calm, the broken crackle of splintered wood a tribal drum againts his skin that rages further (louder, brasher) with each passing step

"You've been busy.... Sian...."

surely she can hear the smile coloring his words, as it always does to breath her name, reaching to splay fingers in the darkness, a caress of her form hovering an inch away

: So too does she move [hunters. Twinned destroyers.] her flesh an uttered warcry against the air itself as she twists head tipping backward as soundless moyth opens to sieze apon outstretched fingers Sucking on them slowly, gently pulling before [ I have missed you.] teeth bite down twisting against the angle of bone urging forth the the pleasure [.....wait for it.....] -able -SNAP!- of digit. Her head twist as teeth tug yanking bloodied hand toward her her--unstopplably urging [..urge is too soft a word for the FORCE she exhibits ALWAYS.] him towards her.

the words fade into gentle moan, feeling the wrap of her tongue excite nerves the length of his arm as it cleans the blood (saved.....just for her) that clings to skin, a sound (sharp as the crack of his finger) catching, before his weight shifts (twin destroyers clashing) to follow her command, to bow to her force, deliverance by the strength which bends him (willingly) to her whim, and brings his body against hers, arm snaking to coil around the steel of her frame

It is a rush.

It is a storm, muscles of the eastern nobility urging her upward in the volatile [..gliding glycerine.] slide of flesh-blood-sweat-woodsplinters against the dancing play of his own. The world spins nightmare [..never so sweet as this.]webs of teeth and fingers her body urging to his push and pull instinctively her mouth opens to speak [Shhh.. its only breath.] And finally jostling, a whirlwind of limbs and hair, crielty and indulgence, her tremble ceases and steel is unrestrained as she mounts him knees digging against his shoulders as fingers seize at his lips and jaw for balance.

[ Where have you been?]

I want to feel your words.

nerves ignite beneath the hail of her attentions, the (violent) storm that rises above him, overtaking in the mount, flipping to .submit. beneath the terrible thunder of her attention, pressing beneath to rise against her, to touch her in every possible way, affection (molestation) in his fingers the way they glide against her skin, tips tapping the rhythmic cadence across the sensory roadmap beneath her skin

his hand opens, a spider on it's back, at the destination of her face, his palm carries a strange (rotten) scent

"Another found me..... tonight....."

breath of his words spilling over her fingers, her flesh, bathing them in the warmth carried within him

"He is of Yul and Collum..... journeyed from far to Bless us with the maggot children of the Wyrm......"

mismatched eyes search the darkness above, for the (deadly) glimmer carried in hers, as she reads the scent of his hand

"What do you think....."

His words vibrate against the nerves of her skin her rippling lyrical noise. [All these words are silent.] Sian sinking lower, her desire [it transmission my submission.] to pry open his chest cavity, to finger the smooth gushy inside. Mouth to beating heart [I want to taste you in the secret places.] But she contents herself with hands that drag down his mouth, her gently caress to his china-delicateness leaving red streaks where blood surges upward capilaries battered through skin isn't broken. And finally settles her head under his chin her head canting as teeth settle against the bubbling birth of his voice. [Mine.] And she exhales heated breath still craddling vocal chords in her teeth.

--pulls back as she whispers softly against his neck, her words a mockery of sound, and air filled pantomine of syllables. "--tell me more."


his breath inhales slowly (ohyes) in her Fall across him, the deepest shine in his eyes lost as they close, captured by the heady thrills she brings in the violence held at bay against his skin, chin lifting to press the lump in his throat (thick blood rushing so closely beneath) against flat teeth (you.) flesh vibrating in low, roiling, sound (I.) listening to her whisper hiding against his throat (Trust.)

"He wishes to join with us.....this Plague-Bearer.... and we found a woman, he and I. We fond her for our Games."

his own words no more than a murmur (moaned) sliding smoothly across her senses, teasing them like dancing outside the fence of a rabid dog, painting a picture by the vibrations against her lips

"We followed her home, from the boardwalk, a long drive through the city, the lights as the flashed and clashed, but they mattered not...... not even the homes clustered like hens, and the expensive treats hidden inside...... only this woman..... and her blood I brought home for you...."

It is Sian's tongue that answers, sliding heavy against his neck and higher to his jawline. His taste feeding the whirlwind frenzy that hands barely restrained behind her eyes. The sticky heat of saliva clinging to his skin as the blood is accepted in soundless manner. It lingers there [I taste his plague on your skin.] drying in a small spot of cleaned flesh. She would continue, perhaps he expects her too-- But pauses instead, her words [Is he worthy?] injected by the grip of her hand squeezing onto his bicep, as she pulls upward to regard him with undying intensity.

[My Loyalty.]


he lays so easily (so very trusting) beneath her salivic inspection - he would accept her holding a Klaive against his skin, but how he craves this slither of her tongue (both, he knows, an expression of love driven by madness), the way her fluids grace his skin, the prickling chill of evaporation raising gooseflesh (only to be flayed at slightest whim) silently holding her regard, a moment (an eternity) of light and dark and blackened voids locked in the darkness

"He is devoted..... and fanatic..... perhaps worthier than others that would want to join with us......but I would leave such judgement to Kaj'sha....."

at times his words twist in endless infamy, though times he speaks so clearly to her, in the (their) night, so fierce his loyalty to her, and hers so jealously guarded

"..... and you."


Who knows what swirls behind the silence. Mucsles tense ever so briefly and she withdraws her attentions from the middle of his form as deft movement pull her to the corner of the mattress the soft -THUD- of lithe musculature crashing against wall. [...i would shake these foundations.] A small snort emitted as a hand swipes up his left foot fairly dragging his body closer whilenails sink into the pad of his foot. A small spiral of swelling blood which grows with her attention, nails sinking [...when your inside of me.] deeper as she continues.

"Smart? Fight?"

That air-breathe voice.

the smallest of whimpers constricts his throat at the chill left by the vacancy of her body (wait...) head lifting to watch the shadow outline of her crouch at the end of the (known world) mattress, open shirt whistling to gather beneath his arms, drug like a child's (her) doll closer..... muscle in his belly crunching (pulsing so deep inside) to roll and close in behind her (and how many other could do so and not be gutted before movement stopped?)

"Brutally."

fingers reaching to stroke through the black ocean of hair riding her shoulders, his broken bone grating from the drag, thick strands brought against his cheek, lips (tasting her essence as it drips over his fingers)


The slide of fingers against flesh, cool against the weight of hair pushed asside. Sian's eyes close as she [....reaches out and pulls his throat from his neck --] exhales, her fingers sinking deeper in the pad of his foot the shockwaves of his pain radiating through her--the color of her existance. [ Shhh.] Blood spills [You. Pour. Out.] to wet her limbs, to stain the harried mattress, to lubrate the slide of unwearied limbs and..

She approves of his friend.
[drink it down.]

Her tongue sliding against stained palm.
"..your blood is better."

Their quiet moments, when she finds whispered voice.

his body trembles behind her, small sounds catching in his throat, solely for her ears, reactions to the pain (pleasure) excited by her nails (sinking within him, as he has her) splitting pad, fingers leave the maze of her hair to reach, arms circling her shoulders, his hands before her features in the darkness..... there are no words as his cheek rests against the muscular curve at the top of her shoulders, rotating (spun. right. off.) to catch thin strip of flesh gently between flat teeth, pressure feeble to not even mark...... his fingers twine, a dance in the darkness, the air vibrating against her lips from slow (preparing) movements

snapped

to sudden stillness, warmth splattering smooth curves of flesh, jewels adorning the features of a (his) goddess, the break twisted for bone to erupt from the flesh that held it cradled at bay, fingers quivering to smear the fragrant slick and paint her lips (then it is yours, if you love it so much), his gift invoked to smooth the whimpers into a moan sliding past his tongue, caressing the muscle to which his teeth cling


Packmates.
Siblings.
Lovers.

--all. A ruby colored lipstick that dribbles down her lips as she turns foot forgotten. As attention is turns solely to him quiet [as a slit wrist.] she turns. This nightmare dream of flesh and dark(-est) desire. Its the pain that she craves, [..only now.] the dance of destruction continued between them. Sian tenses between tongue and tooth of Asher's clinging mouth. ..black-blacker-BLACKEST. And thunder screams against hands that plunge deeper into splitting pad, her upper body pressing against his encircling form.

the cling of his teeth slackens in shaking (quivering,excited) moan, canines grate against his gums, growl throttling in his chest (such a threat to any other) and the loosening grip turns to clench, parting the fibers of her flesh as she (lovingly) has his, long tongue moving to worm itself into the wound, lapping the gift (she gives) he claims in return

an arm curves around her chest (trapped tight to his), bleeding hand gripping her jaw, mangled digit forced past scarlet painted lips, clashing against the muscle laying so seldomly used in her mouth

his pain rising in shockwaves against her frame, hackling skin pressed to his chest, heaving against her back as breath sucks in then expells from lungs, his blood coating her teeth, the act itself egging nerves to shreik, receptors overloading to feed and quench her crave (there is nothing I will not do for you)

Scream. [So APTLY named.] Can not , -if she wanted to- would not, -if she could- control the senses which rage from control as they sink, as they spiral down. [..let me show you] The gash in foot widen as fingers rip into flesh. Her upperbody twisting once more in his, iron is not so hard as flesh, clench grip her tongue snaking against his finger taking what he would give [let us sink together--spiral DOWN.] and so much more. Her hands finally leave him stubborn flesh ripping only a bit more before blood slicked skin twist from her grip freeing hands which SEEK now.

The beast shimmers under her skin. [MONSTER.] Her hands moving to his wrists and wrestling against him strength for strength, the smaller female form flexinging the corded steel that hid beneath her skin. The war-like deity poised to DESTROY.

his moan only begs more, of this deadly (mangling) game, as bone catches the smooth eel of her tongue lapping the gift that seeps from him - as she coils , a nasty spring, before him, his arms rise with her grip on wrists.... twin destroyers in mirrored crucifixion, forcing her close, her curves against his chest, his panted breath (even this we share) blasting across full lips, her taste oozing to drip, singly, down his chin

and his weight throws backwards, controlled, slowly, dragging her through crackling air to the mattress with him, her weight spread over his form (you. win.) the oil slick ocean of hair spilling on either side of his face bowing to gravity even they cannot resist, lifting, bridge of nose pressing beneath the (savage) curve of her jaw, tongue drug to claim the sweat from her skin, lips grazing flesh that harbors steel beneath..... laying back to lift mismatched eyes to the orbital voids of hers, gazing into the darkness of this (beloved) monster

She falls against him and he can feel the whirr of hands shifting, soft nails becoming razored claws that shred his clothing from his frame even as form shifts to follow suit. Like twinned edges of a single blade they exist only closer-closest-ONE. Asher's push of her to the pull of her own mania. Her mania only pulls her to him. Dancers in this UN-creation, thier bodies desecrating by virtue of existance, by mere presence of the other. The torturer and and the willing victim. [Indulge me all of this.] The listening ear to the endless voice. Each time craving a bit more. How long before they ripped each other to shreds,--isn't what they TRULY craved?


Make me real.
Make me whole.
......deny it all....
[-destroy.]

[the rest is up to your imagination]

Posted by asher at July 13, 2002 12:00 AM
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