Untitled bit of porn (except not actually porn quite yet.)
Future porn. Wanna-be porn? Porn hopeful.
Right, so... I'm writing fanfic of a pair of friends' rp characters. Nothing dorky about that... xD This is a preview of a larger bit of porn I'm writing starring Ashe and Reign, two characters belonging to my friends here: z3.invisionfree.com/HxRV2/index.php at the Hidden Crossroads. To be perfectly clear, I didn't make up the world or the characters; I'm just playing with them. ^_^
“Send him in.” The man's voice was cold, betraying no emotion beyond a vague impatience. He had no reason to sound otherwise, of course; he'd won.
A scuffling presently ensued outside the entrance to the elegant command tent; the man waited a moment, then turned to face his guest.
“Ah, welcome, Ashe.” He greeted the other man mildly, as though meeting him for tea and companionship. Indeed, he had a pot steeping in what passed for a corner of he rounded room. Continuing amiably, he poured two hot cups. Steam wafted, fragrantly: Raspberry.
“It's been quite some time, hasn't it. I trust you've been well?” Ashe spat on the floor, and made no other answer. Kneeling between the two guards, suspended by the tension of his own arms stretched tight and held between them, the man was the very picture of defeat: face and hands filthy with dirt and blood, hair tangled and hanging in his face, leather coat scuffed and worn, his entire person spattered with mud and gore.
His eyes, however, flashed in defiant contradiction. At odds with the rest of his countenance, they sparked and smoldered with barely contained rage.
“Reign.” He growled, low and dangerous. His hands clenched into impotent fists; below the guards' firm grasp, wiry, corded muscle twisted and twitched. Strong arms and broad shoulders were one line of tension straining against his restraint.
“And how is that boy of yours,” Reign continued blithely, absorbing himself with the task of preparing the tea. “Silver, I believe his name was? I trust he is well?”
“Bastard!” With a roar, Ashe surged forward and would have thrashed free had Reign not been anticipating, and indeed deliberately provoking this precise reaction.
Quicker than Ashe would have thought possible, the other man crossed the room. In an instant, something cold and metallic was pressed roughly to his brow.
“Stop.” Reign's voice parked out, a sharp, clear command. A burst of golden light filled his vision, and a painful pressure exerted itself at the back of his eyes. Ashe's entire body seized, freezing, quite without his permission, motionless.
“That won't do,” Reign quietly admonished as Ashe's senses slowly came back online. “That won't do at all.” A warm, smooth pressure, like living leather and live wires, encircled his neck. Ashe tried mightily to blink his eyes and clear his vision, and found to his distress that he could not. Another point of sharp, hot pressure flared briefly at the base of his throat.
“Leave us.” Ashe heard Reign order absently, presumably to the guards, who immediately released him and retreated. His arms briefly hung suspended in midair, then slowly wilted until his hands fell to rest on his thighs.
“That was stupid, Reign,” A dangerous grin crept its way onto the kneeling man's face. The other raised his eyebrows, cooly. “Really.”
“You should have killed me when you had the chance.” Time. He just needed a little more time. Already his body was becoming his own once more. If he could just keep Reign talking for a few- more- seconds-
“Really? Would you prefer I correct that error now?” The infuriating man seemed, of all things, amused. “Or perhaps you'd rather kill me ?” He offered as though pointing out different selections of teacake. Ashe growled. Laughing coldly, Reign spread his arms wide.
“Go ahead!” He cried. “I'm right here!” Ashe smirked.
“If you insist,” Snarling, Ashe surged forward, his hand going for the knife hidden at the small of his back. The blade flashed silver, viper quick, as it leapt with deadly accuracy at Reign's pale, unprotected throat.
Once again, a blinding flash of yellow and pressure-pain behind the eyes. Ashe's arm seized and froze, the blade halted a hair's breadth from the soft, white flesh of his captor's neck. Ashe cursed violently.
Reign threw his head back and laughed. “You actually thought it would be that easy? I think I'm insulted, my friend. I'm surprised you think that little of me.” Carelessly, he took the knife from unresisting fingers and tossed it aside.
“Surely you know of the Amulet of Submission?” Reign asked, tone casually condescending. “Apparently they were developed to subdue the Seekers, and are generally used on the more... unmanageable creatures.” Reign watched, mouth quirked in mocking amusement, as realization slowly dawned. “As you know, the amulet is keyed to one creature; that's you, by the way-” Reign smirked. “You are now incapable of causing me harm, and your entire body seizes motionless if I say say the word 'stop.'” His smirk turned malicious watching his rival's eyes go vague and his body freeze in a brief rictus. “Though,” he continued on thoughtfully, “it does nothing to keep you from running away-”
In an instant, Ashe was gone. Reign chuckled, gave the escapee a good minute, then raised a slim finger to stroke the polished silver disk on his bracelet, murmuring, “Come.” Ashe appeared in the center of the floor, frozen in mid-stride.
“-which is why I took the liberty of fitting you with a Collar of Bonding.” He continued as though uninterrupted, mastering the urge to laugh aloud at the look of shock and fury slowly blooming on his defeated rival's face. Slowly, confidently, he closed the distance between them. “You can't hurt me,” he murmured, inches from the tender, exposed flesh of the other man's jugular. “And you can't escape.”
This is a rough draft, un-beta'd, fresh from my brain to your eyes, so forgive the roughness. *bashful*
Right, so... I'm writing fanfic of a pair of friends' rp characters. Nothing dorky about that... xD This is a preview of a larger bit of porn I'm writing starring Ashe and Reign, two characters belonging to my friends here: z3.invisionfree.com/HxRV2/index.php at the Hidden Crossroads. To be perfectly clear, I didn't make up the world or the characters; I'm just playing with them. ^_^
“Send him in.” The man's voice was cold, betraying no emotion beyond a vague impatience. He had no reason to sound otherwise, of course; he'd won.
A scuffling presently ensued outside the entrance to the elegant command tent; the man waited a moment, then turned to face his guest.
“Ah, welcome, Ashe.” He greeted the other man mildly, as though meeting him for tea and companionship. Indeed, he had a pot steeping in what passed for a corner of he rounded room. Continuing amiably, he poured two hot cups. Steam wafted, fragrantly: Raspberry.
“It's been quite some time, hasn't it. I trust you've been well?” Ashe spat on the floor, and made no other answer. Kneeling between the two guards, suspended by the tension of his own arms stretched tight and held between them, the man was the very picture of defeat: face and hands filthy with dirt and blood, hair tangled and hanging in his face, leather coat scuffed and worn, his entire person spattered with mud and gore.
His eyes, however, flashed in defiant contradiction. At odds with the rest of his countenance, they sparked and smoldered with barely contained rage.
“Reign.” He growled, low and dangerous. His hands clenched into impotent fists; below the guards' firm grasp, wiry, corded muscle twisted and twitched. Strong arms and broad shoulders were one line of tension straining against his restraint.
“And how is that boy of yours,” Reign continued blithely, absorbing himself with the task of preparing the tea. “Silver, I believe his name was? I trust he is well?”
“Bastard!” With a roar, Ashe surged forward and would have thrashed free had Reign not been anticipating, and indeed deliberately provoking this precise reaction.
Quicker than Ashe would have thought possible, the other man crossed the room. In an instant, something cold and metallic was pressed roughly to his brow.
“Stop.” Reign's voice parked out, a sharp, clear command. A burst of golden light filled his vision, and a painful pressure exerted itself at the back of his eyes. Ashe's entire body seized, freezing, quite without his permission, motionless.
“That won't do,” Reign quietly admonished as Ashe's senses slowly came back online. “That won't do at all.” A warm, smooth pressure, like living leather and live wires, encircled his neck. Ashe tried mightily to blink his eyes and clear his vision, and found to his distress that he could not. Another point of sharp, hot pressure flared briefly at the base of his throat.
“Leave us.” Ashe heard Reign order absently, presumably to the guards, who immediately released him and retreated. His arms briefly hung suspended in midair, then slowly wilted until his hands fell to rest on his thighs.
“That was stupid, Reign,” A dangerous grin crept its way onto the kneeling man's face. The other raised his eyebrows, cooly. “Really.”
“You should have killed me when you had the chance.” Time. He just needed a little more time. Already his body was becoming his own once more. If he could just keep Reign talking for a few- more- seconds-
“Really? Would you prefer I correct that error now?” The infuriating man seemed, of all things, amused. “Or perhaps you'd rather kill me ?” He offered as though pointing out different selections of teacake. Ashe growled. Laughing coldly, Reign spread his arms wide.
“Go ahead!” He cried. “I'm right here!” Ashe smirked.
“If you insist,” Snarling, Ashe surged forward, his hand going for the knife hidden at the small of his back. The blade flashed silver, viper quick, as it leapt with deadly accuracy at Reign's pale, unprotected throat.
Once again, a blinding flash of yellow and pressure-pain behind the eyes. Ashe's arm seized and froze, the blade halted a hair's breadth from the soft, white flesh of his captor's neck. Ashe cursed violently.
Reign threw his head back and laughed. “You actually thought it would be that easy? I think I'm insulted, my friend. I'm surprised you think that little of me.” Carelessly, he took the knife from unresisting fingers and tossed it aside.
“Surely you know of the Amulet of Submission?” Reign asked, tone casually condescending. “Apparently they were developed to subdue the Seekers, and are generally used on the more... unmanageable creatures.” Reign watched, mouth quirked in mocking amusement, as realization slowly dawned. “As you know, the amulet is keyed to one creature; that's you, by the way-” Reign smirked. “You are now incapable of causing me harm, and your entire body seizes motionless if I say say the word 'stop.'” His smirk turned malicious watching his rival's eyes go vague and his body freeze in a brief rictus. “Though,” he continued on thoughtfully, “it does nothing to keep you from running away-”
In an instant, Ashe was gone. Reign chuckled, gave the escapee a good minute, then raised a slim finger to stroke the polished silver disk on his bracelet, murmuring, “Come.” Ashe appeared in the center of the floor, frozen in mid-stride.
“-which is why I took the liberty of fitting you with a Collar of Bonding.” He continued as though uninterrupted, mastering the urge to laugh aloud at the look of shock and fury slowly blooming on his defeated rival's face. Slowly, confidently, he closed the distance between them. “You can't hurt me,” he murmured, inches from the tender, exposed flesh of the other man's jugular. “And you can't escape.”
This is a rough draft, un-beta'd, fresh from my brain to your eyes, so forgive the roughness. *bashful*