Author: Blue ^__^
Category: PWP, 5x3
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, supernatural.
Note: Happy Halloween! You can blame this entirely upon Pond, windsor
blue and Stacy. *nods* There are several resolutions possible here, depends
entirely upon you which one you see. *evil grin* Have fun....
It was as hot as the center
of hell itself.
Around him, above him, below him, music pounded into his fevered brain.
Decadence flowed from the walls, dark brocades and black silks draped
from the ceiling, disappearing upwards into shadow. The light was dim
and sparse, men and women melted into darkness to vanish completely, appearing
moments later, bathed in the soft light from hidden lamps and fitfully
They wore silk and leather, satin and vinyl. A woman dressed in the wicked
parody of high Victorian, her waist impossibly small and her full breasts
barely contained by the bodice of her gown, stood linked arm in arm with
a man clad in nothing more than leather pants and calf-high boots. Their
faces were flushed and their laughter high. Dark, blood red liquor swirled
in glasses held in loose hands, the drink thick and potent and clinging
to the sides in long, seeping trails.
The air was heavy with sex and sin, wrapping him in its delicious embrace
as people swayed and moved around him, lost in their own indulgent corruption.
He leaned back against an alcove wall, white tendrils of smoke twining
around his ankles and curling around his legs. The heat and drink left
him with a heady feeling, excitement dancing along his nerves as the world
beyond this one room shrank to nothingness. He closed his eyes, breathing
deep. There was only now.
Turning his head to the side, he slowly reopened lazy green eyes turned
to darkened pools from the night's touch. Towards him walked a man, his
newfound companion for the night, moving from light to shadow to light
again, easily avoiding the flow of human life that would impede another's
progress. He was a being made out of the night, exotic and tasting vaguely
of the forbidden.
Long black hair, straight and fine, hung loosely about his face, framing
dark, slanted eyes. High cheekbones were untouched by the flush of the
heated room, his skin golden by the light of dozens of candles. Clad only
in black, the silk of his shirt clung tightly to his body; his arms were
left bare, the line of skin broken only by a small cuff around one wrist.
His pants rested low on his waist, offering tantalizing glimpses of naked
skin as he moved. The material fit snugly to his thighs and hips, flowing
looser further down his legs and shifting only slightly as he walked.
Then, the man was beside him and he felt the cool touch of a glass being
pressed into his hand even as he felt the heat of the other's body pressing
close. He raised it to his lips and drank, swallowing roughly as it burned
a trail down his throat. He took several short breaths as the man lifted
one hand and ran his fingers lightly down the column of his neck, following
the path the drink had just taken.
The man spoke, and his voice, like he himself, was a paradoxical taste
of elegant iniquity. "You are lost to this world, Trowa," he observed.
Swallowing past the madness that had taken hold of his brain, Trowa managed
a small nod. He was intoxicated on the air itself, the lingering taste
of alcohol on his tongue mild in comparison. The man took the glass from
his hand and set it aside before turning back to him once more, this time
trailing his hands down Trowa's sides to grip his hips tightly.
"Why are you here, Trowa?" the man asked, his lips close to Trowa's ear
as he spoke, his breath brushing over his skin in a soft, heated rush.
"Why this place, on this night?"
Trowa shuddered, closing his eyes, a soft moan escaping his lips unnoticed
as he felt startlingly sharp teeth nip lightly along the shell of his
ear. "I don't know," he said finally, one hand moving to bury itself into
the other's hair at the base of his neck.
The man lowered his eyelids, his lips curving up into a wicked smile.
"I thought not." He brought those teasing lips close to the other's, brushing
them back and forth over the soft, damp skin. The heat of his body burned
into Trowa's, firm and strong against him.
Trowa's head swam. He sagged against the wall behind him, felt the warm
velvet of a table covering under his hand when he reached out to steady
himself. A hand brushed his cheek, slid through his hair and came to rest
on the wall beside his head. He opened his eyes to see the man still watching
him, still with unholy promises in his smile. Firelight from the many
candles set into the recess beside them wavered across his skin, reflecting
in his dark eyes - eyes in which Trowa could not see himself.
Lips trailed along his jawline, dipped down to caress his throat. Warm
and wet, he felt the man's tongue flick over his skin, making damp trails
that tingled when exposed to the air. Teeth scraped over the length of
his neck, and he shivered as he clutched at the man's hips, rubbing slowly
against him. He wanted a name to put to the sin before him, to this man
made of lust and darkness. Hard teeth nipped at his skin, and intended
words disintegrated into moans.
"Wufei," came the man's voice, the name sliding into his mind and winding
cat-like through the clouded haze.
Trowa echoed him, the foreign word strange and thrilling on his tongue.
Hands ghosted across his chest, pushing aside the material of his shirt.
He watched in rapt fascination as the man as Wufei dipped his fingers
into the drink and lifted them to Trowa's lips, painting them with the
cool liquid. He flicked his tongue out to taste the tips, dragging in
a harsh breath when one was pushed between his lips and into his mouth.
Trowa fought to focus his eyes, to fix his gaze upon Wufei's face.
Sliding the finger deeper into his mouth, Wufei's dark eyes were heavy
as the slender length disappeared, then reappeared, slick and damp. Trowa
grasped the other man's arm, running his hands up to hold his wrist still
as he dipped his head, sucking fervently on the finger in his mouth. He
felt it press against his tongue, and his mouth opened under the pressure.
Wufei leaned close, lazily moving his hand away and replacing it with
A low growl was torn from Trowa's throat, and he wrapped his arms tightly
around the other's waist, jerking him hard against his body. The tongue
in his mouth teased and tormented, sliding along his own and then withdrawing
to lap at his parted lips. His eyes closed, he panted for breath and felt
the curving of Wufei's lips. He could see it burning in his mind, and
he could not escape it.
The world was blurred and trembling. Trowa felt warm fingers dance along
his ribs, then the touch cooled, became wet and slippery. Wufei had dipped
his hand into the drink again and was now dragging it along the center
of Trowa's chest, following the path with his mouth. Warmth closed over
one of his nipples, the light flickering of Wufei's tongue on his skin
adding to the fog that covered his thoughts.
The buttons of Trowa's pants were undone by deft fingers, exposing him
to the other's touch. The startling contrast of warm hand and cool liquid
on his stomach drew a ragged gasp from his throat, and he looked down
to see Wufei's hand sliding into his pants. Strong fingers wrapped around
his cock, and the trail of alcohol left by the other's hand on his lower
belly glistening in the dim light. Trowa jerked his hips forward, giving
breathless voice to his pleasure.
"I wanted you here," Wufei murmured, setting the tips of his fingers to
playing across the head of Trowa's erection.
Trowa dragged his gaze up to meet the other man's eyes. Blackness stared
back at him, dark and deep enough to lose himself in. Fire flickered in
his eyes, dancing with a seductive rhythm that drew Trowa to the edge
of oblivion as surely as the pleasure singing along his nerves. Wufei
continued to speak, and Trowa could not look away.
"I wanted you," he said quietly, though the words echoed clearly in Trowa's
He had him. Trowa could no more step away from him than stop the world
from turning. His body ached, the pressure at the base of his spine building
inside him to an unbearable level; the heavy beat of the music thrumming
through his bones unmercifully. Wufei had him, and Trowa found himself
wanting nothing more in that moment. A low laugh invaded his thoughts,
the sound sending yet another shiver racing along his skin.
"There is nothing more beyond this," Wufei told him, his laugh still sounding
in Trowa's mind. "Not now..."
Not ever. The words came unbidden to Trowa, and he knew them to be true.
A thrill of fear coursed through him, swiftly overtaken by dark lust as
he felt his pants slip from his hips, hands moving over his skin to touch
and tease him. He felt the cheeks of his ass spread, fingers slipping
along the crevice and soft pads pressing against the tight opening that
shuddered under the touch. He groaned, low and rough.
Pressure at his side made him turn, bracing his forearm against the wall,
his other hand moving to slide over his ass, gripping and then spreading
himself for the man watching his every move. His back arched, his hips
lifted, and Wufei stepped forward, rubbing his clothed groin against Trowa's
ass and leaning low over him, teeth nipping at the back of his bent neck.
"Enough," Trowa ground out, reaching the limit of his endurance.
Wufei laughed again, soft and unrepentant. "No, Trowa. Never will it be
The heat of Wufei lessened as he backed away, the lips on his neck becoming
a light caress. Frustrated beyond all measure, Trowa wrenched open his
eyes, words of damnation and entreatment sharp on his tongue, but silenced
before they could leave his lips. The heavy heat of Wufei's cock slid
against his ass, settling between the cheeks and rubbing against him.
Trowa's grip tightened, the knuckles of his hand turning white, and he
pushed himself desperately back into the touch.
Slick fingers followed the heat, sliding over Trowa's entrance and circling
the ring of muscle. The tip of one finger pressed against him, the pressure
increasing as it slipped inside him. His breath caught in his throat as
Wufei continued pushing, forcing his finger deep before pausing and beginning
to draw it out again. Something grasped at the limits of Trowa's mind,
tantalizing and evasive, and he could not reach it.
Music pounded, people laughed, the air grew thicker in Trowa's lungs.
His breathing was labored and shallow, rasping loud in his ears. Light
blended and became indistinct from shadow, and the pressure in his body
and mind intensified as he felt the thickness of another finger join the
first. Wufei toyed with him mercilessly, curling his hand to push firmly
inside him, spreading him open, brushing his fingers lightly over the
small bundle of nerves deep inside Trowa. Words fell from his lips, and
he had no idea what they were.
The fingers withdrew slightly, though the pressure did not lessen. He
felt the head of Wufei's cock touch him, nudging between his fingers and
stretching him impossibly tight. His breath hissed out from between clenched
teeth as the other man entered him, pushing forward again without pause
until he was fully seated inside Trowa's body.
Hands tightly gripped his hips, and Wufei drew back, pushing forward again
just as slowly. The pressure inside him made him gasp and pant for breath,
the sensation mirrored by the pressure building inside his head, his thoughts
tattered and shredded at the edges. Behind tightly closed eyes, he saw
the black dancing fire of Wufei's eyes.
A harsh cry left Trowa's lips as Wufei snapped his hips forward, driving
hard and deep into him. Teeth grazed the side of his neck, closed over
his skin and bit down. Skin gave way, and he felt the razor edge of impossibly
sharp, pointed teeth sinking into him even as Wufei pushed inside him.
Slamming his palm flat against the wall, the last vestiges of Trowa's
mind buckled and broke under the strain.
The storming circle of push and pull swept up the pieces of his consciousness
and left him trembling in its wake. Wufei's cock pushed into him, his
teeth mirroring the sensation, then pulled back, dragging himself slowly
from Trowa's body, soft lips and rough tongue working at the wound in
his neck and stealing the life from his veins. Hands roamed over his body,
soothing and tormenting all at once. Fingers teased and pinched a nipple,
hard enough to wring a sound of protest from Trowa's throat. A gentler
hand wrapped firmly around his cock, stroking him, making his protests
melt into moans.
Mind lost and body taken, Trowa gave himself over completely. Sensations
of pain and pleasure melded into one. Wufei's voice echoed in his ears,
the image of his eyes smoldering in his mind, the feeling of him inside
him seared upon his body. There was only Wufei.
Trowa's climax rose up and engulfed him, his senses taxed and failing.
He gasped for breath, expending it in harsh, ragged cries and struggling
to regain it only to find it stolen from him in yet another cry. Warmth
flooded his body and being, and beyond that, there was nothing.
Abused consciousness returned to him slowly, and Trowa blinked bleary
eyes in an attempt to clear his vision. He lay sprawled on a low couch,
his clothing righted but his muscles aching and his mind still in pieces.
Glancing quickly around, he caught no sight of his dark companion. Need
rose up inside him, strong enough to choke. Staggering to his feet and
murmuring hasty, garbled apologies to the people he shoved out of his
way, Trowa began his frantic search for the source of the chaos in his
mind. That one touch...it wasn't enough
You are lost to this world.
Leaving the dark club for the even darker alley, Trowa's breath hitched
at a sharp sting of pain. He raised his hand to his neck, his hand touching
the drying tackiness of his wound. Dizzy and disoriented, he removed his
hand and stared unseeing at it. Jerking his head up suddenly, he started
forward again, dropping his hand to his side.
I wanted you here.
Late partygoers passed him without notice, the edges of his vision still
blurred and the bright streetlamps stinging his eyes. Squinting against
the discomfort, Trowa cast about again. Festive lights were strung in
windows, candy wrappers left from overeager children littering the ground.
Jack-o-lanterns grinned devilishly at him from darkened houses. He felt
a touch ghost through his mind, dark and beckoning and seductive.
Never will it be enough.
He stumbled into the shadow of a building, slumping against the wall,
his chest heaving. There was no coherent thought, no logic and no reason.
There is nothing more beyond this.
Curling his hand into a tight fist, Trowa pounded it against the bricks
behind him, letting out a strangled growl born of pure frustration. He
closed his eyes and saw nothing but Wufei's darkness staring back at him.
He snarled angrily, unable to form a single thought. Slumping back in
defeat, Trowa sank to the cold concrete, propping his elbows up on his
bent knees and fisting a hand in his hair. The air was cool on his neck
where fresh blood had begun to flow.
"This is all that there is, Trowa."
Slipping easily through his turmoil, Wufei's voice echoed in his mind.
Raising his head slowly, Trowa's eyes fell upon his face, the evasive
touch that had teased him crashing forward and halting his breath. Wufei
crouched in front of him, balanced on the balls of his feet. His eyes
were drowning black fire, addicting and infernal. His lips were reddened
from Trowa's kiss, stained with his blood, fang glinting clearly against
the darkness. Straightening up with inhuman grace, he stared down at Trowa
with that same unholy promise lingering in his gaze.
Shaking his head once and swallowing the thrill of fear and anticipation
that curled through him, Trowa braced himself against the wall, rose unsteadily
to his feet, and searched for his voice.
"There is nothing else beyond it."
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