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Title: Razorblade kiss
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: X-Men (X-Men Genesis RPG)
Pairing: Spiral/Marrow
Summary: PWP. Sometimes a kiss is like a razorblade, and it'll slice you right down to the bone.
Words: 1403
Kissing Spiral was like sticking her hand into a bin full of glass shards. Could cut herself open at any moment. Slick feel of glass and metal sliding across her skin, cutting it open, flaying herself to the deep bone underneath. Gliding across the bones that spiked her all over, from the horns above her eyes to the rough pads that poked through her heels and the balls of her feet.
Marrow could taste Spiral in the kiss, something metallic and remote. Made her hands tighten their grip on two of the woman’s wrists and bite at her tongue, wanting the more familiar copper taste of blood. Taste something that was more real. So much of Spiral wasn’t real, wasn’t solid. Vague drifting words and the wild ways that were removed by one step from the real world, glittering smile and shining knives. The knives were real and solid, and the laugh that Spiral gave her when crimson tainted their lips was real too.
Tilted her head back and licked her lips, dragging her tongue across one of the few always-soft places on her body. Her mouth tasted like metal, all the keen edge of Spiral’s predator nature smeared across her teeth and tongue. Grinned. Spiral brought one of her hands up from resting on Marrow’s shoulders and ran the edge of one nail down her cheek, the chipped edge catching on a freckle of bone as the other woman pressed her nail deep against the Morlock’s face. Marrow snapped her teeth at the older woman, squeezing the wrists she held in her hands harder again. Felt the thrill of this race through her veins.
Definite disadvantage in the hands department, when a person was around Spiral. Six to two, wasn’t something that it was easy to get around.
Breathed in sharply, city air rushing down into her lungs as one of the lowest pair of hands cupped the front of her pants. Shorts, ragged and cut short. Once, they’d been a pair of jeans. She liked denim, it lasted through almost anything. At least, it did for awhile. Laughter again as her fingers clutched spasmodically at Spiral’s wrists as sure fingers rubbed achingly slow at the inseam of her pants between her legs.
“F-uck,” Marrow groaned, resisting the urge to grind her hips down against the teasing pressure. Bared her teeth in something that was almost a grin at Spiral. “Bitch.”
“Cruelty in kindness is the wickedest cruelty of all, bone child,” Spiral murmured against her ear, moulding the front of her body to Marrow’s. Hands ran through Marrow’s chopped short hair, leaving blood behind as the palms of Spiral’s hands caught against the bone spikes hidden underneath tangled magenta. Reddening the colour in streaks and smears. Kisses at the edges of her mouth like Spiral was tasting her, hands tilting her face just right for the other woman as Marrow’s nails dug into the skin of Spiral’s wrists. Felt wet warmth of blood rise against her fingertips as she pierced the skin. “And something wicked this way comes...”
Brutal slam of her back against the alley wall as Spiral pushed her backwards. This was what they had. Hurried moments in rot and decay, the taste of blood and the rush of acid edged pleasure. Bones skidded against brick, against soft skin, red spots appearing on the rags she was wearing as spurs broke and tore. Penetrating through underneath the black outfit that Spiral was wearing, and probably causing the same red spots. Black didn’t show up the blood so easy. Maybe she should invest in it.
Thoughts broke as she wrapped an arm around Spiral’s neck, pulling her face down so that she could kiss her. Metal in her mouth like she’d bitten a dagger, graze of teeth. Sharp touch between her thighs, nails digging into her even through the jeans.
“Fucking bitch,” the teen spat out of her mouth against Spiral’s neck, cupping one of the woman’s breasts in her hand and squeezing. Digging her own nails in, claws piercing the uniform fabric and sliding into skin. Just the tips. She had enough control so that she didn’t go too deep. Wondered sometimes, if Spiral wanted her to do that. Go deep. Touch her heart.
It’d make a great picture.
“Two eyes, waking. Two ears, listening. Are you listening, Marrow Morlock? Are you seeing?”
Insanity breathed into her ear, tracing its way down her spine. Finding a home for itself in her brain. She always came away from Spiral feeling like the world was out of joint. Her perception changed. Callisto would say it had been warped. Marrow didn’t think she agreed.
“Are you feeling?”
Burning jab as Spiral drove her fingers upwards like there wasn’t denim in the way, like she could fuck Marrow with them even though there was an obstruction. Drove her fingers in harder, like she could push her way through. Made her arch and snarl, deep in the back of her throat.
Licking tease to the curve of her ear as bones spiked and grabbed at leather and flesh. Least, she thought what Spiral was wearing was leather. Couldn’t tell what it was if it wasn’t. Didn’t have the same scent as leather, but it sort of felt the same. Smelt like Spiral. Marrow nipped at the curve of Spiral’s jaw, leaving a small bloody indent from a canine tooth behind. Hand stroking and squeezing warm heavy flesh as she played with one of Spiral’s tits. Would have reached down with her other hand, but it was happy hooked around the older woman’s neck, holding her there. Bit and licked and kissed her mouth and throat, hips rolling and grinding to the stabbing beat of Spiral’s fingers. If she had more hands -
Touch, sliding down the line of her exposed vertebrae. Nails catching a little on healing skin and jagged bone. Almost purred at the spike of pleasure and pain, which danced along her nerves like velvet soaked in acid. Gasped, had her breath stolen from her mouth by a kiss, swallowed down by Spiral like it was going to feed her. So strange, to be touched without fear. Spiral weren’t never afraid of nothing, nothing at all. Blood was like another hot touch sliding over her skin. Hers, Spiral’s. Mixing like there wasn’t no difference at all.
Slid her hand down from Spiral’s breast to between her legs, grimly determined to bring her to the same sort of fuzzy thinking that was clouding her head. Rubbed and prodded, while laughter wrapped itself around them both like something thick and heavy. Cream. Licked her lips and moaned, crushing her body against the one in front of her. Points of contact like electricity sparking. Blistering electricity that stole her mind and her breath, made her weak at the knees and dripping wet between her thighs.
She’d never known what it was like to feel like this before Spiral.
Like everything was a crazy dream. Like she could really be something. Mean something. Do something. Spiral’s madness was catching, infectious.
Like a fever she couldn’t get out of her blood. Infection heat rising, boiling her brain in its pan to mush. Frying it like a summer sidewalk not long after dusk. The heat had to be felt to be believed, burning its way through the soles of her bare feet where they weren’t protected by pads of spiked bone.
Teeth closed on a pulsepoint, and Marrow howled.
Hips bucked and twisted, bone grating and scraping against brick as she shuddered and shook with orgasm, ripping brand new tears into everything she was in contact with. Blood slid down her fingers, warm and wet and alive. Nothing like the rain that opened up from above, stinging her face as she gasped for breath. Cold city rain that coated them in chemicals, whispered kiss against her cheek as Spiral stepped back and let her slide to her knees.
The question again, always repeated, never answered to Spiral’s satisfaction was hanging in her eyes. By now, Marrow could read it. See it. Almost taste it.
Shook her head no, and Spiral smiled in that way she had and disappeared. Not even waiting for Marrow to return the favor of an explosive orgasm. Shivered in the rain and wondered - what would happen when Spiral got tired of hearing no?
Licked her lips and tried to hold onto the taste of metal.
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: X-Men (X-Men Genesis RPG)
Pairing: Spiral/Marrow
Summary: PWP. Sometimes a kiss is like a razorblade, and it'll slice you right down to the bone.
Words: 1403
Kissing Spiral was like sticking her hand into a bin full of glass shards. Could cut herself open at any moment. Slick feel of glass and metal sliding across her skin, cutting it open, flaying herself to the deep bone underneath. Gliding across the bones that spiked her all over, from the horns above her eyes to the rough pads that poked through her heels and the balls of her feet.
Marrow could taste Spiral in the kiss, something metallic and remote. Made her hands tighten their grip on two of the woman’s wrists and bite at her tongue, wanting the more familiar copper taste of blood. Taste something that was more real. So much of Spiral wasn’t real, wasn’t solid. Vague drifting words and the wild ways that were removed by one step from the real world, glittering smile and shining knives. The knives were real and solid, and the laugh that Spiral gave her when crimson tainted their lips was real too.
Tilted her head back and licked her lips, dragging her tongue across one of the few always-soft places on her body. Her mouth tasted like metal, all the keen edge of Spiral’s predator nature smeared across her teeth and tongue. Grinned. Spiral brought one of her hands up from resting on Marrow’s shoulders and ran the edge of one nail down her cheek, the chipped edge catching on a freckle of bone as the other woman pressed her nail deep against the Morlock’s face. Marrow snapped her teeth at the older woman, squeezing the wrists she held in her hands harder again. Felt the thrill of this race through her veins.
Definite disadvantage in the hands department, when a person was around Spiral. Six to two, wasn’t something that it was easy to get around.
Breathed in sharply, city air rushing down into her lungs as one of the lowest pair of hands cupped the front of her pants. Shorts, ragged and cut short. Once, they’d been a pair of jeans. She liked denim, it lasted through almost anything. At least, it did for awhile. Laughter again as her fingers clutched spasmodically at Spiral’s wrists as sure fingers rubbed achingly slow at the inseam of her pants between her legs.
“F-uck,” Marrow groaned, resisting the urge to grind her hips down against the teasing pressure. Bared her teeth in something that was almost a grin at Spiral. “Bitch.”
“Cruelty in kindness is the wickedest cruelty of all, bone child,” Spiral murmured against her ear, moulding the front of her body to Marrow’s. Hands ran through Marrow’s chopped short hair, leaving blood behind as the palms of Spiral’s hands caught against the bone spikes hidden underneath tangled magenta. Reddening the colour in streaks and smears. Kisses at the edges of her mouth like Spiral was tasting her, hands tilting her face just right for the other woman as Marrow’s nails dug into the skin of Spiral’s wrists. Felt wet warmth of blood rise against her fingertips as she pierced the skin. “And something wicked this way comes...”
Brutal slam of her back against the alley wall as Spiral pushed her backwards. This was what they had. Hurried moments in rot and decay, the taste of blood and the rush of acid edged pleasure. Bones skidded against brick, against soft skin, red spots appearing on the rags she was wearing as spurs broke and tore. Penetrating through underneath the black outfit that Spiral was wearing, and probably causing the same red spots. Black didn’t show up the blood so easy. Maybe she should invest in it.
Thoughts broke as she wrapped an arm around Spiral’s neck, pulling her face down so that she could kiss her. Metal in her mouth like she’d bitten a dagger, graze of teeth. Sharp touch between her thighs, nails digging into her even through the jeans.
“Fucking bitch,” the teen spat out of her mouth against Spiral’s neck, cupping one of the woman’s breasts in her hand and squeezing. Digging her own nails in, claws piercing the uniform fabric and sliding into skin. Just the tips. She had enough control so that she didn’t go too deep. Wondered sometimes, if Spiral wanted her to do that. Go deep. Touch her heart.
It’d make a great picture.
“Two eyes, waking. Two ears, listening. Are you listening, Marrow Morlock? Are you seeing?”
Insanity breathed into her ear, tracing its way down her spine. Finding a home for itself in her brain. She always came away from Spiral feeling like the world was out of joint. Her perception changed. Callisto would say it had been warped. Marrow didn’t think she agreed.
“Are you feeling?”
Burning jab as Spiral drove her fingers upwards like there wasn’t denim in the way, like she could fuck Marrow with them even though there was an obstruction. Drove her fingers in harder, like she could push her way through. Made her arch and snarl, deep in the back of her throat.
Licking tease to the curve of her ear as bones spiked and grabbed at leather and flesh. Least, she thought what Spiral was wearing was leather. Couldn’t tell what it was if it wasn’t. Didn’t have the same scent as leather, but it sort of felt the same. Smelt like Spiral. Marrow nipped at the curve of Spiral’s jaw, leaving a small bloody indent from a canine tooth behind. Hand stroking and squeezing warm heavy flesh as she played with one of Spiral’s tits. Would have reached down with her other hand, but it was happy hooked around the older woman’s neck, holding her there. Bit and licked and kissed her mouth and throat, hips rolling and grinding to the stabbing beat of Spiral’s fingers. If she had more hands -
Touch, sliding down the line of her exposed vertebrae. Nails catching a little on healing skin and jagged bone. Almost purred at the spike of pleasure and pain, which danced along her nerves like velvet soaked in acid. Gasped, had her breath stolen from her mouth by a kiss, swallowed down by Spiral like it was going to feed her. So strange, to be touched without fear. Spiral weren’t never afraid of nothing, nothing at all. Blood was like another hot touch sliding over her skin. Hers, Spiral’s. Mixing like there wasn’t no difference at all.
Slid her hand down from Spiral’s breast to between her legs, grimly determined to bring her to the same sort of fuzzy thinking that was clouding her head. Rubbed and prodded, while laughter wrapped itself around them both like something thick and heavy. Cream. Licked her lips and moaned, crushing her body against the one in front of her. Points of contact like electricity sparking. Blistering electricity that stole her mind and her breath, made her weak at the knees and dripping wet between her thighs.
She’d never known what it was like to feel like this before Spiral.
Like everything was a crazy dream. Like she could really be something. Mean something. Do something. Spiral’s madness was catching, infectious.
Like a fever she couldn’t get out of her blood. Infection heat rising, boiling her brain in its pan to mush. Frying it like a summer sidewalk not long after dusk. The heat had to be felt to be believed, burning its way through the soles of her bare feet where they weren’t protected by pads of spiked bone.
Teeth closed on a pulsepoint, and Marrow howled.
Hips bucked and twisted, bone grating and scraping against brick as she shuddered and shook with orgasm, ripping brand new tears into everything she was in contact with. Blood slid down her fingers, warm and wet and alive. Nothing like the rain that opened up from above, stinging her face as she gasped for breath. Cold city rain that coated them in chemicals, whispered kiss against her cheek as Spiral stepped back and let her slide to her knees.
The question again, always repeated, never answered to Spiral’s satisfaction was hanging in her eyes. By now, Marrow could read it. See it. Almost taste it.
Shook her head no, and Spiral smiled in that way she had and disappeared. Not even waiting for Marrow to return the favor of an explosive orgasm. Shivered in the rain and wondered - what would happen when Spiral got tired of hearing no?
Licked her lips and tried to hold onto the taste of metal.