The years flow by like water, and one day men come home again. Part II

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

From here. Iblis freed Micah!Tez from his bond to Management, and then gave him an unexpected gift.
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"You had a riding crop once. I remember."

I drop my head forward again, and I look at him through my lashes. I remember looking at him like before.

"I don't remember that. But I would like to, I think." I eat my pie, tart berry and sweet pastry. "Eat your pie," I say, smiling, "and then find somewhere you can remind me of lots of things like that."

[ac: sex, some blood, as you might expect. Schmoop warning! ;)]
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[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

I cry out when he bites me. I'm hard underneath him, and I tug his weight on top of me, press up against him. He makes a frustrated sound. I can feel him trying to... shift something in himself, and I make a soothing sound.

"You know how," I say, and touch his forehead. "Here." I can feel his bones shift, teeth grow sharper. I have a memory of - animal, I think. "There," I say, smiling, and tip my head back for him. His teeth are very sharp, now, and my back arches. "Oh."

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

Oh, like that. He pushes up under me, and I put a hand on his shoulder to hold him down, quite gently. His blood still tastes like fire, somewhere down inside. "Oh," I agree breathlessly, and lick up his neck where it's running down, worry at the place where neck and shoulder join. The beauty of pale skin's becoming the stranger beauty of exposed flesh.

"I want all of you," I say without thinking. It's a stupid thing to say.

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I like him holding me down. He bites me in different places. I can feel my own blood on my skin. I like that, too.

"I want all of you."

"Of course," I say, surprised. "You have that, don't you?" I have a vague memory that... this body is - for him, somehow. I'm not quite sure what that means, but I don't worry about it. It's hard to worry about anything when his hands are on me and his teeth are in me. "Will you take your clothes off?"

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

For now I do, I think fiercely. For now, and for as much of him as is here. It's better than not at all, isn't it?

"Will you take your clothes off?"

I nod and roll off him a bit to pull off my shirt and pants. The grass is cool against my bare skin. "I want to make you happy," I tell him. Even more stupid.

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"Of course you do," I say, "can't you tell?" I smile at him. "Your foot," I say, looking at him. "It's... whole." I think I remember it being hurt before. I take my own clothes off and straddle him. My blood's running down my chest, and a few drops splash onto his face. I lean forward and lick them off. "I want you to do what you want with me," I say. "I won't mind. I think I like whatever you do to me." I say it confidently. I'm sure, somehow, that whatever Micah and I do to each other is...as it should be.

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

I could close my eyes, but I don't. I look into his face instead and smile. This moment, this moment. Will he remember it afterwards?

"Good," I say, and he climbs on top of me. He licks my face, quite delicately, and I smile.

"I want you to do what you want with me. I won't mind. I think I like whatever you do to me."

"I don't want you just not mind," I say - very fiercely, which surprises me. "I want you to want." I pull him down and roll him under me again in the grass, kiss his face again and again. He smells of blood and like a young human and like the grass he made. I suck on the mess I've made of his neck.

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

I laugh when he rolls me under him and gasp as he sucks my neck.

"Oh," I gasp, "I want you, I want..." He must be able to tell, with me pressed against him like this. I can feel how hard he is, and I smile and strain against him. "I always want you." I scratch my nails down his back, hard enough to draw blood. I like him bleeding, too. I think blood is important to us, somehow.

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

It's a relief to bleed for him. He's pushing up under me and we're rubbing together. But I move down and kiss his chest, fingers stroking his ribcage. I want, I want too. I push my tongue against his sternum, like I can lick through skin and bone. I can feel his heart beating. "I want us inside each other in every way," I say against it, and reach down to hold his penis. It's very hot and I think my teeth are sharp again.

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"Yes," I say, a breath, "yes, that." I tip my hips up. "Put your prick inside me, " I demand. I think it will hurt, but I think I like that. I remember liking it. "It's been so long."

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

It has. I shudder hard. "There's nothing to..." I've done it with people in the last three years, and I know how it works now, that we need something to make it easier. I suppose he doesn't mind.

I move down to that I can push his legs up and apart, knees towards his shoulders, and get between them. I feel clumsy next to him. "Oh." I look at him for a long moment, then: "Wait. First." And I lie on my belly in the grass and press my mouth to his hole, tongue pushing inside him. I wish that I could just fall into him completely, and my mind presses against his.

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

"There's nothing to..."

I laugh.

"That doesn't matter," I say, amused. Then his tongue is inside me and my eyes roll back. I can feel - oh. His thoughts pressing against mine, and I let him in. His mind is a strange broken thing too, pieces missing, as mine seems to me. It feels better when we're together. We're whole, I tell him, smiling, and then I cry out as he moves his tongue. My hands reach down and fist in his hair.

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

I remember how we fitted together once before, smeared across the sky all dark and light. We're whole, and I don't know what whole is meant to feel like but I understand we, us, one thing together. His fingers are very tight in my hair and it's right that it hurts. It all hurts, really, tight pain and happiness one thing, like us.

His anus is tight and I move my tongue hard until I can't bear it any more. My body's quite impatient. I pull back: "I need." I shuffle clumsily to get myself in the right position, feel my penis press and slip against his spit-wet hole. "Hurt me," I tell him, very seriously, and start to push in.

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

He hurts. I can feel it in my thoughts, pain and joy all knotted up together. I don't understand why, so I just show him how happy I am, to help him.

"I need. Hurt me."

It hurts me when he starts to push in, my breath huffing out.

"Yes," I say, "oh, yes," and I claw at his back, but that's not enough. I dig my heel into his back and pull myself up so I can bite at him, teeth digging in. My teeth aren't sharp like his, but I'm strong, it seems, and before long there's blood in my mouth. It tastes of salt and iron, but beyond that - oh, you taste of stars and my prick throbs.

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

His happiness is dazzling. I breathe it in like air, fill myself with it as much as I can. That will hurt more later, but now I just try to mirror it back at him, show him how beautiful he is.

His teeth are a painful grind in my flesh as I push into him. I feel his pain as well as mine. I rest on him heavily, breathing hard, and he says: Oh, you taste of stars. So I show him stars, pulling them up from the dark inside me. I want to give him everything beautiful. I lift myself up enough to fumble a hand between us and try to stroke him. I'm clumsy. He feels so good.

[al-shairan.livejournal.com]

I'm laughing a little, breathless, because I feel so happy. He's dazzling me, star-bright. you're so beautiful, I think to him, and suck at his flesh. I cry out against it when he puts his hand round my prick. You make me happy. Is this love? I ask him, uncertain. I feel so much for him.

[tezcatl-ipoca.livejournal.com]

Is this love?

His uncertainty makes me fierce. I want to protect him, so I won't feel any pain, not now, not while he can see. Love, I echo back, ferocious joy, because it could be, couldn't it, just in this moment, just while he's like this. I want to say yes but i don't want to lie, I want to say love me but I told him me loving him would be enough.

So I just show him love in me, so he can see, so he can compare. Love, this is love, do you see, do you feel it. I've never hidden it from him and now I lay it as bare as I can. And at the same time I'm trying not to orgasm because it's too soon. Everything's confusing and overwhelming so it's easier to lay myself bare, down beyond the bone. Even the thing that came back out of the dark and took this body loves him in its way. Has been reshaped strangely by that love. I want to say his name but I don't want to call him back to himself. "Brant," I say instead. My voice is very thin. "Brant, Brant."