Your Sins Into Me [4/?]
anonymous
September 5 2010, 21:53:15 UTC
“Yes, I do!” Arthur huffed, hands clenched tightly. “He is the one I want. And I never asked to be tied to you. That was my brothers’ doing. I never loved you and I never will!”
Arthur might have considered Francis’ feelings, years and years prior. But not when he was so foolishly in love with his human. If he had never met Alfred, perhaps over time, he might have even learned to love Francis. He might have grown to love this pompous prince and be happy with him.
But no in this world, not when Alfred so clearly existed.
Francis’ hand was not the one Arthur wished to hold.
Smiling in disdain, hurt but unwilling to show it, Francis wiped the blood off his chin. “You might find his touch to be less gentle than you’d thought, my dearest Arthur,” he said coolly, hands balled into tight fists. Obviously, he’d not expected rejection; but Francis was too proud to show just how much Arthur’s words had hurt him. In end, Francis and Arthur were more alike then they thought. “He is human. You should know by now that humans cannot hold anything in their hands without destroying it.”
Arthur ignored him, refusing to believe his words. Yes, humans were cruel and clumsy with their hands, creating wars and never learning from their mistakes-but not Alfred, who possessed no green thumb but still tried to grow chili peppers every summer. He was poor at gardening, his hands too strong against the frailty of a flower. Arthur had taken pity on him and took up the task of caring for the man’s little garden, sprinkling it with magic every so often to make Alfred believe he could grow something when he put his mind to it.
Alfred’s hands were surely gentle, were surely careful with fragile things. Alfred was not a cruel man. He might be a little childish and quick to act without thinking, but he was kind. Arthur firmly believed that.
He should have known Francis’ words would come back to haunt him.
“Hmm.” Pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, Alfred pursued his lips in frustration. “That’s strange. The wings are not made of bone or muscle, yet the sensory nerves…no, these are mixed nerves.”
Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, his lashes fluttering helplessly against his cheeks, much like his wings…the appendages were restrained, held and picked and prodded by cruel, clumsy hands. He was a butterfly, pinned and helpless.
Clawing helplessly at the cold metal beneath him, Arthur tried to separate himself from the feeling of having his wings handled so carelessly. They were the most fragile part of him, so strong yet so weak, so sensitive to touch. They were the most intimate part of him, and yet Alfred…
“…response to pain is off the charts! The transmission impulses are amazing.” Excitement shined behind Alfred’s glasses, his lips curving into a keen smile. “It resembles a butterfly in many of its aspects, but the form is aesthetically human. Male, 10.5 inches in height. Wings are made of some type of gossamer fiber-no.” Alfred shook his head, frowning thoughtfully. “The texture is more of a silk paper, but…hmm. They do not look strong enough to lift the body, but why else would they be there?”
A pained gasp ripped itself from Arthur’s throat when something cold and sharp ran down his spine, his shoulders twitching at the sensation. The object moved further down, stopping at the low of his back. Goosebumps rose on Arthur’s skin. Though coated with a cold layer of sweat, the almost ethereal glow of the pale skin was unmistakable. This puzzled Alfred.
Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
September 5 2010, 21:55:44 UTC
Yanking off his gloves, this time Alfred touched Arthur with his bare hands.
Arthur chocked when he was turned on his stomach. The hands prodded at his skin, leaving behind angry purple-green bruises, sores that would last for days. Arthur’s breath hitched when lean fingers ran up the length of his body, spiking higher and higher, dangerously close to the clasp that held his robe together…
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…eh. I am much too embarrassed to post the rest of this chapter. Cough. I’ve never written this kink before, hell, never even considered it, so please allow me some time to mentally prepare myself. I will post the rest later tonight, dear anons. Also, thanks so much for your comments; I’m wary about replying to them as I do not wish to take up valuable space. But please know that I appreciate every single one of them! :D
Re: Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
September 5 2010, 22:18:20 UTC
This story makes me feel like I'm watching a car crash in a strange beautiful way. My heart bleeds for Arthur and I think I spent most of this section just really wanting him to go off with Francis if only to spare him. I've got my fingers crossed for a happy ending.
Re: Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
September 5 2010, 22:51:38 UTC
When I saw that this had updated, I got this cold feeling in my gut. Though maybe that was just the water I was drinking.
Either way! This story is disturbing in the best way possible. Even though I have a feeling it's only going to get worse before it gets please anon? better. I'm pretty resiliant when it comes to dark and angsty stuff, but this...I'm not sure that I'll be able to finish this one. D:
Re: Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
September 5 2010, 22:54:39 UTC
Oh my god, I love this story more than words. I love all of the build up at the beginning, the way Arthur truly loves Alfred, oh god, it's just going to get even more painful. I am so glad like you don't even know that you're filling this, anon. And don't worry, I'm sure you'll do a wonderful job writing the kink! :D
Re: Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
September 6 2010, 04:09:34 UTC
Byah. Loving this fill to bits, definitely one of the best I've seen in these past few months. Has me clapping with glee and squealing in my head every time I see an update posted. Everything about it is just plain superb, from the emotion to the prose. Absolutely gorgeous, cannot wait for more. ♥
Re: Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
September 13 2010, 02:48:15 UTC
Eep, a week since the update! Horrible OP is horrible, I apologize, rl things made it impossible to check on kinkmeme for a loooong while. D;
THIS...THIS... Oh my god, you have no idea how much I'm in love with your writing. qwrjiikhbkjj I know I sound repetitive, but in all seriousness, I don't even know how you do it authoranon, turning the prompt into something this horribly disturbing and absolutely beautiful all at once. Alfred's scientific observations are just perfect, chillingly cruel without meaning to be, and Francis Francis, I strangely feel so sorry for him in this story. ;_; Gah, you deserve all the hugs and kisses and love you can get for your amazingness. Love you lots, authornon, even if I don't get to say so promptly and never stop writing ♥
Ah, I completely understand the bit about mental preparation. It took me quite a while to get used to a lot of kinks that snoop around here too, orz. Anonymity made it easy in the end pfff
Re: Your Sins Into Me [5/?]
anonymous
October 26 2010, 13:31:08 UTC
Wow didn't expect the fill to turn out like this, and I'm assuming Arthur could be human sized if he tried. My mind is very much in the gutter with these thoughts. Please continue with this, it's amazing.
Arthur might have considered Francis’ feelings, years and years prior. But not when he was so foolishly in love with his human. If he had never met Alfred, perhaps over time, he might have even learned to love Francis. He might have grown to love this pompous prince and be happy with him.
But no in this world, not when Alfred so clearly existed.
Francis’ hand was not the one Arthur wished to hold.
Smiling in disdain, hurt but unwilling to show it, Francis wiped the blood off his chin. “You might find his touch to be less gentle than you’d thought, my dearest Arthur,” he said coolly, hands balled into tight fists. Obviously, he’d not expected rejection; but Francis was too proud to show just how much Arthur’s words had hurt him. In end, Francis and Arthur were more alike then they thought. “He is human. You should know by now that humans cannot hold anything in their hands without destroying it.”
Arthur ignored him, refusing to believe his words. Yes, humans were cruel and clumsy with their hands, creating wars and never learning from their mistakes-but not Alfred, who possessed no green thumb but still tried to grow chili peppers every summer. He was poor at gardening, his hands too strong against the frailty of a flower. Arthur had taken pity on him and took up the task of caring for the man’s little garden, sprinkling it with magic every so often to make Alfred believe he could grow something when he put his mind to it.
Alfred’s hands were surely gentle, were surely careful with fragile things. Alfred was not a cruel man. He might be a little childish and quick to act without thinking, but he was kind. Arthur firmly believed that.
He should have known Francis’ words would come back to haunt him.
“Hmm.” Pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, Alfred pursued his lips in frustration. “That’s strange. The wings are not made of bone or muscle, yet the sensory nerves…no, these are mixed nerves.”
Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, his lashes fluttering helplessly against his cheeks, much like his wings…the appendages were restrained, held and picked and prodded by cruel, clumsy hands. He was a butterfly, pinned and helpless.
Clawing helplessly at the cold metal beneath him, Arthur tried to separate himself from the feeling of having his wings handled so carelessly. They were the most fragile part of him, so strong yet so weak, so sensitive to touch. They were the most intimate part of him, and yet Alfred…
“…response to pain is off the charts! The transmission impulses are amazing.” Excitement shined behind Alfred’s glasses, his lips curving into a keen smile. “It resembles a butterfly in many of its aspects, but the form is aesthetically human. Male, 10.5 inches in height. Wings are made of some type of gossamer fiber-no.” Alfred shook his head, frowning thoughtfully. “The texture is more of a silk paper, but…hmm. They do not look strong enough to lift the body, but why else would they be there?”
A pained gasp ripped itself from Arthur’s throat when something cold and sharp ran down his spine, his shoulders twitching at the sensation. The object moved further down, stopping at the low of his back. Goosebumps rose on Arthur’s skin. Though coated with a cold layer of sweat, the almost ethereal glow of the pale skin was unmistakable. This puzzled Alfred.
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Arthur chocked when he was turned on his stomach. The hands prodded at his skin, leaving behind angry purple-green bruises, sores that would last for days. Arthur’s breath hitched when lean fingers ran up the length of his body, spiking higher and higher, dangerously close to the clasp that held his robe together…
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…eh. I am much too embarrassed to post the rest of this chapter. Cough. I’ve never written this kink before, hell, never even considered it, so please allow me some time to mentally prepare myself. I will post the rest later tonight, dear anons. Also, thanks so much for your comments; I’m wary about replying to them as I do not wish to take up valuable space. But please know that I appreciate every single one of them! :D
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Though maybe that was just the water I was drinking.
Either way! This story is disturbing in the best way possible. Even though I have a feeling it's only going to get worse before it gets please anon? better. I'm pretty resiliant when it comes to dark and angsty stuff, but this...I'm not sure that I'll be able to finish this one. D:
Even so, keep up the good work, anon. d;_;b
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I eagerly await more.
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THIS...THIS... Oh my god, you have no idea how much I'm in love with your writing. qwrjiikhbkjj I know I sound repetitive, but in all seriousness, I don't even know how you do it authoranon, turning the prompt into something this horribly disturbing and absolutely beautiful all at once. Alfred's scientific observations are just perfect, chillingly cruel without meaning to be, and Francis Francis, I strangely feel so sorry for him in this story. ;_; Gah, you deserve all the hugs and kisses and love you can get for your amazingness. Love you lots, authornon, even if I don't get to say so promptly and never stop writing ♥
Ah, I completely understand the bit about mental preparation. It took me quite a while to get used to a lot of kinks that snoop around here too, orz. Anonymity made it easy in the end pfff
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Please continue with this, it's amazing.
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