Zap (RPF)
Author: Odd
Title: Zap
Rating: R-ish?
Word Count: 1,200
Warnings: Electric shocks, comparison of same to knives, uhm…yeah. Sorry, I suck at this stuff
Spoilers: Can't spoil something that isn't real
Summary: Fun with electricity! Woo!
Notes: So, livinganexistence started of my day with news of the whole "controlled danger" thing, and the ensuing caps-lock text frenzy on my bus ride to work made me remember that once upon a time, I wanted to write violet wand porn. This is barely porny, but it's uhm...something. Whatever that is, I don’t know. Maybe you will. :P
"Uh, Chris?" Darren asked, barely holding in his laughter. "Aren't belts usually worn to keep your pants up?"
"Mm?" Chris hummed noncommittally, not bothering to look up from the belt he was tightening around his waist. He fastened it, then gave it a tug and frowned before sliding it to the next notch down. He gave it another tug, then nodded, apparently satisfied. "Your point?"
"My point," Darren grinned, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one elbow, "is that you aren't wearing any pants to hold up."
Chris flashed Darren a look that clearly proclaimed 'you're lucky you're cute', then reached for something on the dresser and walked toward the bed. "I needed it for this," he said, holding up a bit of metal, about the size of a credit card, if a bit thicker. There was a length of plumbers chain attached, with an odd sort of plug at the other end. "And before you ask," he said with mock-annoyance as he reached under the bed and withdrew an odd-looking device with a long cord that appeared to have been plugged into the outlet below their headboard, "it all comes down to this."
Darren's eyebrow lifted before he could stop it. "What the fuck is that?"
"This," Chris said, a smirk playing upon his lips, "is called a violet wand. They were invented in the eighteen hundreds to help prevent baldness. They're not very good for that," he shot a glance at the top of Darren's head, eyes glinting with barely concealed amusement, "but they are good for other things."
"Like?"
"Like this," Chris said, kneeling on the bed beside him before he slid the power switch to on and leaned forward. "Stick out your tongue."
Darren grinned. "Mommy says it'll stay that way, if I do."
"You should be so lucky," Chris said, bending forward and dragging the underside of his lower lip against Darren's forehead. At least, that's what Darren thought he was going to do. The sharp sting that traced across his skin, however, had him more than a bit confused. It must have shown on his face, because Chris looked down with undisguised delight as he lifted one of Darren's fingers and gave it a slow, deliberate lick. Darren wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it, but the sharp, almost knife-like sting and the faint purple-pink glow as tiny sparks erupted at the touch made it clear that yeah, Chris had done that, but he'd also done so much more.
"This," Chris said, pointing to the strange device he'd left sitting on the bed, "generates electric current. This," he said, gesturing to the metal plate at his waist, "makes it run through me."
"So when you touch me," Darren said, eyes widening as Chris nodded. "Oh," he swallowed. "Okay."
"As long as the contact is focused," Chris smiled as he reached out and ran the tip of one finger down Darren's chest, the faint hum of electricity crackling as it made its way down, down, down, and - gone. "We should start slow," he murmured. "Don't want to overwhelm you."
"Overwhelm me?" Darren asked, not sure if he should feel wounded or not.
"Please," Chris grinned. "You always give in first. There's no shame in knowing your limits - even if they aren't as high as mine. That's why we're starting with this and not some of the other attachments."
Darren's eyebrows raised and Chris took great pleasure in using the tip of his finger to slowly drag against his skin. It took a second for Darren to realize Chris was forming letters, and a few more before he realized he could see them. F - L - O - G read the letters on his thigh, faintly pink against the rest of his skin. "Holy fuck-" he began, but Chris pressed the same fingertip to his lips, bringing the now familiar sting along with it.
"They'll fade soon. Let me have this for now," he murmured, not waiting for Darren's response before he stretched out his tongue and lapped a series of tiny licks around his lips. Cheeks. Throat. Barely there, but bringing so much of that sharp bite that Darren began to squirm in spite of himself.
Chris worked his way down Darren's body, peppering it with the same feather-light flicks of his tongue until Darren thought he might explode. Repeated glances told him that none of these were strong enough to leave marks, but part of him almost wished they were. He wanted to be able to look at himself later - in the mirror, in the shower, wherever - and see something to remind him of the ways and places Chris had made him his.
"More…" Darren rasped, eyes locking onto Chris's as he came up for air. Chris didn't answer with words, but the way his eyes narrowed and his smirk widened said all Darren needed. He blinked once, slowly, then stretched out his tongue yet again. Darren watched as Chris formed it to a point and began to drag it slowly down his skin, causing him to hiss as he took in each breath.
Y - O - U - - A - R - E - - M - I - N - E the letters formed across his chest in pink letters, his skin aching in the most delicious way as each appeared.
Darren arched his back into the touch as Chris moved down to his stomach. Lines criss-crossed and intersected at random intervals as Chris dragged his tongue against him, the end result looking almost like a map to some place that no one else could know.
"Are you ready to stick your tongue out yet?" Chris asked, his hair falling into his face as he looked up at Darren, eyes dark and full of want.
Darren didn't need to think before he opened his mouth, and before he even had his tongue extended, Chris was running the tip of his up and down the length of it, literally running a shock through Darren's body. "Fuck," Darren gasped when they broke apart. "That felt-"
"Amazing?" Chris finished, a devilish look on his face.
"To say the least," Darren nodded, surging upward to sweep his tongue along Chris's lower lip and groaning at the crackle that ensued.
"Good," Chris grinned, straddling him. Darren pouted a little, disappointed at the loss of the charge now that so much of their skin was touching, but when he pulled his thighs close together and pushed upward, urging Chris off of him, he was gratified at the way that Chris reached back and ran a lazy fingertip along his calf. At least, he was until it was gone. "That's enough for now," Chris murmured, leaning forward and brushing their lips together. "More tomorrow," he promised.
"More of this?" Darren asked, swallowing thickly at the thought of being marked even further.
"This," Chris nodded, trailing his fingertips around Darren's hip in a lazy swirl, causing his fingers to crackle faintly against him. "Or…" he trailed, running his finger slowly along his thigh. "We could always try something new."
Darren stared open-mouthed at the first word Chris had marked him with, now emphasized with one dark line drawn beneath it.
F - L - O - G
"Yeah," he breathed. "New is definitely good…"
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Title: Zap
Rating: R-ish?
Word Count: 1,200
Warnings: Electric shocks, comparison of same to knives, uhm…yeah. Sorry, I suck at this stuff
Spoilers: Can't spoil something that isn't real
Summary: Fun with electricity! Woo!
Notes: So, livinganexistence started of my day with news of the whole "controlled danger" thing, and the ensuing caps-lock text frenzy on my bus ride to work made me remember that once upon a time, I wanted to write violet wand porn. This is barely porny, but it's uhm...something. Whatever that is, I don’t know. Maybe you will. :P
"Uh, Chris?" Darren asked, barely holding in his laughter. "Aren't belts usually worn to keep your pants up?"
"Mm?" Chris hummed noncommittally, not bothering to look up from the belt he was tightening around his waist. He fastened it, then gave it a tug and frowned before sliding it to the next notch down. He gave it another tug, then nodded, apparently satisfied. "Your point?"
"My point," Darren grinned, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one elbow, "is that you aren't wearing any pants to hold up."
Chris flashed Darren a look that clearly proclaimed 'you're lucky you're cute', then reached for something on the dresser and walked toward the bed. "I needed it for this," he said, holding up a bit of metal, about the size of a credit card, if a bit thicker. There was a length of plumbers chain attached, with an odd sort of plug at the other end. "And before you ask," he said with mock-annoyance as he reached under the bed and withdrew an odd-looking device with a long cord that appeared to have been plugged into the outlet below their headboard, "it all comes down to this."
Darren's eyebrow lifted before he could stop it. "What the fuck is that?"
"This," Chris said, a smirk playing upon his lips, "is called a violet wand. They were invented in the eighteen hundreds to help prevent baldness. They're not very good for that," he shot a glance at the top of Darren's head, eyes glinting with barely concealed amusement, "but they are good for other things."
"Like?"
"Like this," Chris said, kneeling on the bed beside him before he slid the power switch to on and leaned forward. "Stick out your tongue."
Darren grinned. "Mommy says it'll stay that way, if I do."
"You should be so lucky," Chris said, bending forward and dragging the underside of his lower lip against Darren's forehead. At least, that's what Darren thought he was going to do. The sharp sting that traced across his skin, however, had him more than a bit confused. It must have shown on his face, because Chris looked down with undisguised delight as he lifted one of Darren's fingers and gave it a slow, deliberate lick. Darren wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it, but the sharp, almost knife-like sting and the faint purple-pink glow as tiny sparks erupted at the touch made it clear that yeah, Chris had done that, but he'd also done so much more.
"This," Chris said, pointing to the strange device he'd left sitting on the bed, "generates electric current. This," he said, gesturing to the metal plate at his waist, "makes it run through me."
"So when you touch me," Darren said, eyes widening as Chris nodded. "Oh," he swallowed. "Okay."
"As long as the contact is focused," Chris smiled as he reached out and ran the tip of one finger down Darren's chest, the faint hum of electricity crackling as it made its way down, down, down, and - gone. "We should start slow," he murmured. "Don't want to overwhelm you."
"Overwhelm me?" Darren asked, not sure if he should feel wounded or not.
"Please," Chris grinned. "You always give in first. There's no shame in knowing your limits - even if they aren't as high as mine. That's why we're starting with this and not some of the other attachments."
Darren's eyebrows raised and Chris took great pleasure in using the tip of his finger to slowly drag against his skin. It took a second for Darren to realize Chris was forming letters, and a few more before he realized he could see them. F - L - O - G read the letters on his thigh, faintly pink against the rest of his skin. "Holy fuck-" he began, but Chris pressed the same fingertip to his lips, bringing the now familiar sting along with it.
"They'll fade soon. Let me have this for now," he murmured, not waiting for Darren's response before he stretched out his tongue and lapped a series of tiny licks around his lips. Cheeks. Throat. Barely there, but bringing so much of that sharp bite that Darren began to squirm in spite of himself.
Chris worked his way down Darren's body, peppering it with the same feather-light flicks of his tongue until Darren thought he might explode. Repeated glances told him that none of these were strong enough to leave marks, but part of him almost wished they were. He wanted to be able to look at himself later - in the mirror, in the shower, wherever - and see something to remind him of the ways and places Chris had made him his.
"More…" Darren rasped, eyes locking onto Chris's as he came up for air. Chris didn't answer with words, but the way his eyes narrowed and his smirk widened said all Darren needed. He blinked once, slowly, then stretched out his tongue yet again. Darren watched as Chris formed it to a point and began to drag it slowly down his skin, causing him to hiss as he took in each breath.
Y - O - U - - A - R - E - - M - I - N - E the letters formed across his chest in pink letters, his skin aching in the most delicious way as each appeared.
Darren arched his back into the touch as Chris moved down to his stomach. Lines criss-crossed and intersected at random intervals as Chris dragged his tongue against him, the end result looking almost like a map to some place that no one else could know.
"Are you ready to stick your tongue out yet?" Chris asked, his hair falling into his face as he looked up at Darren, eyes dark and full of want.
Darren didn't need to think before he opened his mouth, and before he even had his tongue extended, Chris was running the tip of his up and down the length of it, literally running a shock through Darren's body. "Fuck," Darren gasped when they broke apart. "That felt-"
"Amazing?" Chris finished, a devilish look on his face.
"To say the least," Darren nodded, surging upward to sweep his tongue along Chris's lower lip and groaning at the crackle that ensued.
"Good," Chris grinned, straddling him. Darren pouted a little, disappointed at the loss of the charge now that so much of their skin was touching, but when he pulled his thighs close together and pushed upward, urging Chris off of him, he was gratified at the way that Chris reached back and ran a lazy fingertip along his calf. At least, he was until it was gone. "That's enough for now," Chris murmured, leaning forward and brushing their lips together. "More tomorrow," he promised.
"More of this?" Darren asked, swallowing thickly at the thought of being marked even further.
"This," Chris nodded, trailing his fingertips around Darren's hip in a lazy swirl, causing his fingers to crackle faintly against him. "Or…" he trailed, running his finger slowly along his thigh. "We could always try something new."
Darren stared open-mouthed at the first word Chris had marked him with, now emphasized with one dark line drawn beneath it.
F - L - O - G
"Yeah," he breathed. "New is definitely good…"
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