Knowledge - PG-13(Slash) (M/J)
Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 1:09 am
A/N: I'm being rather picky as to what fics I bring over here - while it's fun (and a bit embarrassing) to re-read the old stuff, I thought I'd move the newest stuff over first and decide later whether or not to bring the tried-and-trues as well.
This one's for Red, who challenged us to step out of our comfort zone (in my case, so far out of it I couldn't even see it with a telescope) and 1) prove that PG-13 can be hot and 2) slash doesn't have to be graphic (no offense intended towards our darling Emerald). Since Red's the one that convinced me I could do this, it seems only proper to bring it here to this new site.
Usual disclaimers apply. I own nothing.
KNOWLEDGE
“You were watching me. You want to know.”
Hazel eyes heavy with booze, blood and lust watched Josef approach him. Sinuous as a snake, lithe as a tiger, Josef’s lean body moved with a contained grace. Even when the redhead had knelt before him, Mick had watched Josef weave through the party crowd that night, wielding his charms on the beautiful women - and men - that gathered.
Watching Josef brush his fingers over the cheek of a newly turned male, Mick had…wanted but not understood. He’d felt a hunger he didn’t know how to feed, felt the furnace inside him so deeply banked he didn’t know how to stoke it.
“You want to know what it feels like when I touch you.”
A careless touch against Mick’s shoulder, a caress against his cheek. A long finger drawn down the center of his chest, toying with Mick’s shirt buttons.
“You want to know what it feels like when I taste you.”
A tongue sliding seductively over Mick’s jugular. Mick heard a noise rumble through the room, a cross between a moan and a growl and realized it was coming from him. His eyes fluttering shut as Josef’s lips brushed over his. A breath drawn in sharply when a razor-sharp fang nicked Mick’s lip. A hum of approval as Josef licked at the welling blood.
“You want to know the difference between my body up against yours and that redhead you were doing earlier. Don’t you?”
Words caught in a dry throat. A reluctant nod.
“Tell me. Tell me you want me to show you.” Cool breath against Mick’s skin, hot words in his ear. “Tell me you want to know how it feels.”
“I want…I can’t…”
“Shh.” A quiet admonition. “You can. You will.” An urgent whisper, partner to a tongue slipped between Mick’s lips. “Say it, Mick. Tell me what you want.”
The words tumbling free, the dam of reluctance broken. Wishes. Desires. Cravings. Everything Mick could want, found in the clever fingers undressing him, unbuckling his belt, undoing buttons, rasping down his zipper.
“Look at me.” A soft command, impossible to ignore. Mick was falling, drowning in eyes the color of fine whiskey. He was helpless to keep from drinking in the hard planes of the exquisite body displayed before him.
“You want to touch me.”
“No.” Yes.
“You lie. Say it.”
A hand yanked forward. “Say it, Mick.”
“I want…” A groan from both as contact was made. “…to touch you.”
“You want me.”
“No.” Jesus, YES.
“Your words lie, but the truth is in your body and in your blood.” Another whisper against heated skin. “Trust me, Mick.”
Bodies tumbling onto an acre-sized bed. Lips, tongue and teeth moving over fevered flesh….teasing…taunting….tempting. A light palm brushed over Mick, causing him to roll his hips and surge forward, desperate for more contact. A brush of Josef’s auburn hair against his skin. A shiver at Josef’s fangs dragging down his neck. A moan at a kiss pressed to the hollow of his throat.
Mick’s soft pleas filled the room, the music of them sweet to Josef’s ears. The body beneath Josef’s hands bowed and arched, silently beseeching him.
Touch me. Take me. Please.
“Oh God, Josef…” A warm, wet mouth enveloping him.
Cool air against suddenly exposed, wet skin. Sheets and bodies shifting, moving, coming together.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“Beg.”
“PLEASE.”
Pain. Pleasure. Shivers of sensation crawling down Mick’s spine, matching the motion of Josef’s tongue and teeth. Waves of acceptance crashing against prejudices and preconceived emotions. Bodies rocking and tears washing the remnants of taboo aside, replaced by freedom and contentment. Deep moans, keening towards the blessed release of tension and the gratification of shared desire.
Lust ebbing and flowing, the rush subsiding. Bodies easing apart, collapsing as Mick’s sweat-soaked back made sticky contact with the black sheets beneath him. A forearm thrown over his eyes, covering his confusion. If lungs needed breath, both sets would be heaving air like a blacksmith’s bellows. If hearts still beat, both would be pounding like jackhammers, beating their way out of damp chests.
Heated and slick skin, tight and tingly, stretched too tightly over bones. Gentle fingers brushing back a lock of Mick’s damp hair from his forehead as he lowered his arm and frowned at a comfortably naked Josef. A self-satisfied smile, then lips rubbing lightly over Mick’s.
“You look pleased with yourself.”
“I am.”
A hand resting on Mick’s knee, gently pressing him open, rekindling the fire burning deep within him.
“Again?”
You want to know. Don’t you?
A complicated answer to a simple question.
Mick was dying to try to find the answer again.
This one's for Red, who challenged us to step out of our comfort zone (in my case, so far out of it I couldn't even see it with a telescope) and 1) prove that PG-13 can be hot and 2) slash doesn't have to be graphic (no offense intended towards our darling Emerald). Since Red's the one that convinced me I could do this, it seems only proper to bring it here to this new site.
Usual disclaimers apply. I own nothing.
KNOWLEDGE
“You were watching me. You want to know.”
Hazel eyes heavy with booze, blood and lust watched Josef approach him. Sinuous as a snake, lithe as a tiger, Josef’s lean body moved with a contained grace. Even when the redhead had knelt before him, Mick had watched Josef weave through the party crowd that night, wielding his charms on the beautiful women - and men - that gathered.
Watching Josef brush his fingers over the cheek of a newly turned male, Mick had…wanted but not understood. He’d felt a hunger he didn’t know how to feed, felt the furnace inside him so deeply banked he didn’t know how to stoke it.
“You want to know what it feels like when I touch you.”
A careless touch against Mick’s shoulder, a caress against his cheek. A long finger drawn down the center of his chest, toying with Mick’s shirt buttons.
“You want to know what it feels like when I taste you.”
A tongue sliding seductively over Mick’s jugular. Mick heard a noise rumble through the room, a cross between a moan and a growl and realized it was coming from him. His eyes fluttering shut as Josef’s lips brushed over his. A breath drawn in sharply when a razor-sharp fang nicked Mick’s lip. A hum of approval as Josef licked at the welling blood.
“You want to know the difference between my body up against yours and that redhead you were doing earlier. Don’t you?”
Words caught in a dry throat. A reluctant nod.
“Tell me. Tell me you want me to show you.” Cool breath against Mick’s skin, hot words in his ear. “Tell me you want to know how it feels.”
“I want…I can’t…”
“Shh.” A quiet admonition. “You can. You will.” An urgent whisper, partner to a tongue slipped between Mick’s lips. “Say it, Mick. Tell me what you want.”
The words tumbling free, the dam of reluctance broken. Wishes. Desires. Cravings. Everything Mick could want, found in the clever fingers undressing him, unbuckling his belt, undoing buttons, rasping down his zipper.
“Look at me.” A soft command, impossible to ignore. Mick was falling, drowning in eyes the color of fine whiskey. He was helpless to keep from drinking in the hard planes of the exquisite body displayed before him.
“You want to touch me.”
“No.” Yes.
“You lie. Say it.”
A hand yanked forward. “Say it, Mick.”
“I want…” A groan from both as contact was made. “…to touch you.”
“You want me.”
“No.” Jesus, YES.
“Your words lie, but the truth is in your body and in your blood.” Another whisper against heated skin. “Trust me, Mick.”
Bodies tumbling onto an acre-sized bed. Lips, tongue and teeth moving over fevered flesh….teasing…taunting….tempting. A light palm brushed over Mick, causing him to roll his hips and surge forward, desperate for more contact. A brush of Josef’s auburn hair against his skin. A shiver at Josef’s fangs dragging down his neck. A moan at a kiss pressed to the hollow of his throat.
Mick’s soft pleas filled the room, the music of them sweet to Josef’s ears. The body beneath Josef’s hands bowed and arched, silently beseeching him.
Touch me. Take me. Please.
“Oh God, Josef…” A warm, wet mouth enveloping him.
Cool air against suddenly exposed, wet skin. Sheets and bodies shifting, moving, coming together.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“Beg.”
“PLEASE.”
Pain. Pleasure. Shivers of sensation crawling down Mick’s spine, matching the motion of Josef’s tongue and teeth. Waves of acceptance crashing against prejudices and preconceived emotions. Bodies rocking and tears washing the remnants of taboo aside, replaced by freedom and contentment. Deep moans, keening towards the blessed release of tension and the gratification of shared desire.
Lust ebbing and flowing, the rush subsiding. Bodies easing apart, collapsing as Mick’s sweat-soaked back made sticky contact with the black sheets beneath him. A forearm thrown over his eyes, covering his confusion. If lungs needed breath, both sets would be heaving air like a blacksmith’s bellows. If hearts still beat, both would be pounding like jackhammers, beating their way out of damp chests.
Heated and slick skin, tight and tingly, stretched too tightly over bones. Gentle fingers brushing back a lock of Mick’s damp hair from his forehead as he lowered his arm and frowned at a comfortably naked Josef. A self-satisfied smile, then lips rubbing lightly over Mick’s.
“You look pleased with yourself.”
“I am.”
A hand resting on Mick’s knee, gently pressing him open, rekindling the fire burning deep within him.
“Again?”
You want to know. Don’t you?
A complicated answer to a simple question.
Mick was dying to try to find the answer again.
