My Gift to You: Sandman drabble
Author: Bitterfig
Fandom: Sandman
Pairing: Desire/Dream
Title: My Gift to You
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 116
Rating: R
Warnings: Implied Endless incestiness. Sexual content.
Author’s Note: Written for the porn_battle prompt Sandman, Desire/Dream, Reminders of past selves.
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
My Gift to You
Brother.
My dour, defiant, depressing Dream.
You really must accept that I’ve got you wrapped around my finger, that you’ve been a slave to me all these eons.
Every love affair that’s ever entangled you (and you’ve been entangled sooooo many times) was a web woven by me. Every woman you’ve ever been with (and there have been sooooo many women) has been a gift from me.
On far away stars, at the dawn of history, in ancient Greece and yesterday, each time you felt Desire you danced with me. I still tease you with the memories of Killalla’s shining eyes, of Thessaly’s fleeting sweetness, Calliope’s strawberry and cream breasts, and the honey between Nada’s thighs.
Fandom: Sandman
Pairing: Desire/Dream
Title: My Gift to You
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 116
Rating: R
Warnings: Implied Endless incestiness. Sexual content.
Author’s Note: Written for the porn_battle prompt Sandman, Desire/Dream, Reminders of past selves.
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
My Gift to You
Brother.
My dour, defiant, depressing Dream.
You really must accept that I’ve got you wrapped around my finger, that you’ve been a slave to me all these eons.
Every love affair that’s ever entangled you (and you’ve been entangled sooooo many times) was a web woven by me. Every woman you’ve ever been with (and there have been sooooo many women) has been a gift from me.
On far away stars, at the dawn of history, in ancient Greece and yesterday, each time you felt Desire you danced with me. I still tease you with the memories of Killalla’s shining eyes, of Thessaly’s fleeting sweetness, Calliope’s strawberry and cream breasts, and the honey between Nada’s thighs.