03 - [X/1999 + XIAOLIN SHOWDOWN] that boy is a monster
Rating: R
Characters: Kamui, dragon!Chase
Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown + X/1999
Summary: Chance occurences and things Kamui was lucky to avoid.
Notes: 5 things that could've happened on an august 31 evening. Violence, something akin to porn, etcetera. God the things I write nowadays.
i
-- could've had his throat viciously bitten to lap up blood, naked as he was in the witching hour and rudely awoken right out of bed. The last thing Kamui sees before he shuts his eyes and faints is a flash of amber narrowed into slowly sated slits; the last thing he hears, a roar that shakes the very walls of his room. He feels the floor vibrate in lust and Kamui leaves the world quiet and asleep.
ii
-- could've been given the chance to touch scales from face to tail, breathing in their elegant coldness, and fragile ruthlessness. Kamui sees himself reflected against the mirror-like surface and he also sees the cracks and scars carefully hidden around the dark green skin. The dragon will open its mouth and he will see rows and rows (what great teeth you have) of teeth. Kamui will lick the edge of his lips as it bares its fangs. His teeth will feel hot against his tongue. He will feel a shiver down his spine as if the very act itself was a method of offering prayer. And in a way, it was.
iii
-- could've met him in a half-remembered dream; a fitful night spent in the nude with skin moist from the heat of a fever he felt rising and blooming in his head and slither silently to the soles of his feet. The glass breaks and the windows open in an expression of frozen horror as the dragon enters, uninvited and hungry. In the dark a set of teeth carves itself on his legs to draw blood; the rest of it is wiped on his door and left to dry as the shadows pass. When he wakes up he remembers nothing but a violent desire that will disturb him for the rest of the day, heavy and imposing but something oddly close to fulfillment.
iv
His ribcage is opened like a butterfly and the dragon takes its fill and cleans him inside out in some perfected ritual. By morning his bones have been picked clean.
v
Nataku slices him into thin ribbons, and they make soup. Even in death the dragon is beautiful as it boils down to skin and bones. Nataku puts his lips around a burning rib and Kamui eats the eyes first. They go down smoothly and without grace in his pale throat.
Characters: Kamui, dragon!Chase
Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown + X/1999
Summary: Chance occurences and things Kamui was lucky to avoid.
Notes: 5 things that could've happened on an august 31 evening. Violence, something akin to porn, etcetera. God the things I write nowadays.
i
-- could've had his throat viciously bitten to lap up blood, naked as he was in the witching hour and rudely awoken right out of bed. The last thing Kamui sees before he shuts his eyes and faints is a flash of amber narrowed into slowly sated slits; the last thing he hears, a roar that shakes the very walls of his room. He feels the floor vibrate in lust and Kamui leaves the world quiet and asleep.
ii
-- could've been given the chance to touch scales from face to tail, breathing in their elegant coldness, and fragile ruthlessness. Kamui sees himself reflected against the mirror-like surface and he also sees the cracks and scars carefully hidden around the dark green skin. The dragon will open its mouth and he will see rows and rows (what great teeth you have) of teeth. Kamui will lick the edge of his lips as it bares its fangs. His teeth will feel hot against his tongue. He will feel a shiver down his spine as if the very act itself was a method of offering prayer. And in a way, it was.
iii
-- could've met him in a half-remembered dream; a fitful night spent in the nude with skin moist from the heat of a fever he felt rising and blooming in his head and slither silently to the soles of his feet. The glass breaks and the windows open in an expression of frozen horror as the dragon enters, uninvited and hungry. In the dark a set of teeth carves itself on his legs to draw blood; the rest of it is wiped on his door and left to dry as the shadows pass. When he wakes up he remembers nothing but a violent desire that will disturb him for the rest of the day, heavy and imposing but something oddly close to fulfillment.
iv
His ribcage is opened like a butterfly and the dragon takes its fill and cleans him inside out in some perfected ritual. By morning his bones have been picked clean.
v
Nataku slices him into thin ribbons, and they make soup. Even in death the dragon is beautiful as it boils down to skin and bones. Nataku puts his lips around a burning rib and Kamui eats the eyes first. They go down smoothly and without grace in his pale throat.