Lullaby 1/1
Title: Lullaby
By: ladysalieri
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Definitely cracked; PWP; dubious consent but with a side order of fluff? Bogus soap plot twistiness with no medical authenticity whatsoever.
Notes: Guess it's still Halloween in SOME time zones! Inspired by the Halloween song challenge on lure_promptsand The Cure's Lullaby. I wasn't planning to participate in the Halloween prompt, but then this song popped up on my iPod playlist, and I was hit with the CRACKIEST plot bunny I've ever had. Written in just a few hours, so probably pretty crappy -- but I hope I didn't do TOO bad a job of representing the song and the characters.
For those who don't know the song (or have never seen the video), here it is!
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The cobweb on the outside of the window fluttered in the harsh October wind.
Reid lay still in bed, his gaze held captive by the tangle of gossamer strands, gleaming with reflected light from a nearby streetlamp on the otherwise black and moonless night. As Reid stared unblinkingly at the web, the thin lines of silk seemed to thicken and expand, stretching across the window as if enclosing the room in an impenetrable net.
Another gust of wind howled through the trees outside and rattled the window in its sturdy metal fixture. Tiny tree branches, stripped bare of leaves, sang a eerie, discordant melody as they scratched and scraped along the glass.
Then the wind died again, and the sound was replaced by the slow, methodic scrape of… something else. Reid’s eyes widened with disbelief as what could only be described as a pair of thick, sharp, impossibly large claws rose up from beneath the window sill and tapped inquisitively at the glass pane. Another pair climbed to join the first, their curved talons rising higher along the glass to reveal the spindly black legs from which they sprang. The legs stretched out, claws trailing along the glass as if searching for a latch or hinge from which to pull the window open and gain admittance to Reid’s room.
Then in another instant, they were gone.
Reid lifted his head from his pillow as he struggled to see out through the murky night, straining for sounds that the strange, inhuman appendages had returned to continue their assault on the window.
But when the tap of claws came again, it was from the other side of the room.
Reid turned his head sharply in the direction of the sound, and all the breath left his chest in a whoosh of shock as the half-open doorway to his room creaked inward.
The creature that pushed through the doorway was at once spider and man-built with the general shape and body of an arachnid, but as large and sturdy as a human man. Sprouting from the creature’s thorax were eight thick, multi-jointed legs covered with a thick coat of black hair and trailing off in curved, wickedly sharp claws that clicked against the tile floor as it moved. The creature’s head was its most human feature, the hairy coating of its body trailing off to reveal a starkly pale white face, with a clearly recognizable mouth, nose, and eyes-though the eyes were too dark and faceted to be anything but alien.
Reid watched, transfixed in horror, as the spiderman crept closer to the foot of his bed, one long leg reaching up to trail along the length of Reid’s thinly covered leg. Another spindly leg reached up to the mattress, and with a mighty heave, the spiderman pushed its bulbous torso to perch itself half over Reid’s prone figure. The spiderman’s head cocked inquisitively at the man, as if contemplating its next action-then the creature surged forward and began snuffling at the skin of Reid’s face and forehead.
Reid felt the press of something soft and lingering on his brow and along his cheekbone, like a strange, ghastly mockery of a trail of kisses. The creature’s head left a trail of wetness as it explored Reid’s skin, lingering at the curve of his jaw. Was it saliva? Reid wondered hazily. Did a spiderman even have saliva-or was it instead some type of enzyme, like the substance spiders used to digest their prey…?
Suddenly shaking himself from the terrified stupor that had held him motionless in the face of this impossible terror, Reid willed himself to rise up from the bed and flee from the hulking creature that was trying to consume him-but his arms and legs seemed unable to heed him, holding fast to his mattress as if pinned there by some unseen force. Reid looked down at his uncooperative form, and now he could see the tight knots of webbing tying his wrists and legs to the bed. With a whimper of desperation, he tugged fruitlessly at the bonds holding him in place.
The creature lifted an appendage from the bed to lay it across Reid’s mouth.
“Be still, be calm, my precious boy,” it hushed, its voice high-pitched and odd, as if from an old record played at the wrong speed. “Don’t struggle like that; I’ll only love you more.”
Reid looked hopelessly at the darkened lamp at his bedside as the creature leaned in again. If only he’d left the light on, then someone might come by and see the grotesque creature in Reid’s room. And even if it was much too late to save Reid from his looming death, at least others would know… know that somewhere in Oakdale there existed a monster beyond anything human imagination could conceive, and that if it wasn’t hunted down and destroyed, then Reid might be the first of many victims yet to come.
With a flick of one razor-sharp claw, the creature sliced away at the thin layer of sheets and nightclothes that covered Reid, and the half-human head lowered itself to nibble at the skin on Reid’s chest. He tossed his head desperately, he struggled to find breath to scream, he…
…he felt a shiver of pleasure.
The creature moved with an unexpectedly gentle touch as it savored Reid’s skin, alternately lapping and nipping at his right nipple in a gesture that was a stirring as it was inexplicably familiar. A tickle of breath on Reid’s wet skin sent an undeniable frisson of arousal to Reid’s groin, and he bucked up in protest against the sensation only to feel the lithe, solid mass of the creature’s body settling its weight around his lower body.
A glide of something that felt like a man’s hand trailed warmly down along Reid’s chest to tease at the waistband of his briefs before slipping inside, reaching with an assured gesture to clasp around the column of flesh beneath.
Reid let out a moan of confused encouragement.
“Yesss,” the creature hissed eagerly. “That’s it.”
The creature’s hand stroked Reid’s cock with a tortuously slow pace as the creature slid up Reid’s body to capture his mouth with its own. Reid gave a gasp of surprise as the creature’s tongue traced the outline of Reid’s lower lip, and the creature took advantage of the opening to dive further inside, sipping at Reid’s taste and taunting him with quick darts of his skilled tongue Reid closed his eyes as if to deny his own helpless surrender to the crushing kiss, and he felt the tug of a-claw?-hand in his hair at the very moment that the creature’s other hand squeezed Reid’s throbbing cock. The twin sensations drove blood even further from Reid’s head, and he broke off the kiss with a panting groan.
“Come back to me,” the creature said again, moving lower again, his mouth tracing a path of wet, smacking kisses down Reid’s sternum. “Come back, love.”
The creature’s own arousal had given warmth to his pale features, his once chalky face now glowing with an attractive, golden tone. The creature’s eyes were still dark, but round with desire and unmistakably brown-and their shape seemed more warm and puppy-like than insectile in nature.
The creature had arrived at his destination, and he bent his head to take a soft, quick flick of the moisture forming on the tip of Reid’s cock. Reid bucked again, and the creature drew back to direct an oddly uncertain look up at Reid’s face.
“More!” Reid demanded, bucking again in an imperious invitation.
The creature’s lush lips curled in a smile. His hand tightened again at the base of Reid’s cock as he dove in to take Reid’s length in his mouth.
Reid was all but lost to sensation. His hands struggled at the restraints-not webbing, he could see now, but leather and nylon bands-that were wrapped tightly around his wrists, aching to free himself so that he could bury his hands in the creature’s tousled, golden hair. He moaned and cursed and trembled all at once, mindlessly urging the creature to take Reid deeper, faster, rougher, to swallow Reid’s essence and drive away the last of the lingering cobwebs from Reid’s mind.
As Reid felt his orgasm tighten in his balls, he tossed back his head and gave a wondering shout.
“Luke!” he cried out, giving the creature his rightful name as Reid shuddered his way through completion.
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When Reid came to his senses again, he was lying in a sweaty but blissful mess in bed, and Luke Snyder was snug against him-his arms wrapped tightly around him and his expressive face knit with concern.
“Reid?” Luke asked in a fearful half-whisper. “Are you with still me?”
Reid gave a contented chuckle. “It may have felt like you sent me into orbit, Mr. Snyder,” he said warmly, “but I’m pretty sure I’m back again.”
A sob fell from Luke’s lips, and the younger man raised a hand to turn Reid’s face toward his own. “Thank God,” Luke breathed, giving Reid a hard, lingering kiss, then another. “Reid… Reid…. Reid!”
Luke buried his head in the curve of Reid’s shoulder with a whimper of pain and relief, his arm tightening almost painfully around Reid’s chest. Instinctively, Reid moved to lay a reassuring hand on Luke’s back-only to be frustrated in his intent by the straps that still held him bound to the bed.
In fact, Reid realized, making a quick assessment of his surroundings, the bed they were currently reclining on wasn’t the bed Luke and Reid had been sharing this past thirteen months. It was a hospital bed-and more specifically a hospital bed in Memorial’s Intensive Care Unit. Reid’s photographic memory hadn’t often let him down, but for the life of him, Reid couldn’t remember strapping himself into a hospital bed… couldn’t remember anything that would explain how he ended up here, and with his boyfriend in such obvious distress.
“Luke?” Reid asked bemusedly. “What’s going on?”
“You were right!” Luke said, not looking up from Reid’s shoulder. “The Night Stalker, it was Nurse Jenson! She’s been injecting people with some kind of drug she picked up in the West Indies; it triggers the fear response in the brain, traps people in a nightmarish hallucination until it literally scares them to death. She realized you were onto her, so she attacked you in the parking lot, emptied a whole syringe of the drug into your veins. You’ve been out of it for three days, screaming and struggling and fighting everything we did to help. John said it was only a matter of time before you had a fatal stroke, just like all the others.” Luke gave Reid another bone-crushing squeeze. “I thought I was going to lose you again!”
Reid felt Luke’s hand slide to the scar along Reid’s collarbone, a vivid reminder of the last (and till now, only) time Reid’s life had been in mortal jeopardy. He could remember it all so clearly, the deafening whistle of the oncoming train, his frantic cries to Luke in the passenger seat to save himself and stop struggling to free Reid, and the almost superhuman strength by which Luke had finally torn Reid out from his seatbelt and away from the car, only for Reid to be nearly decapitated by flying debris from the mangled car.
Reid turned to nuzzle against Luke’s hair and place a reassuring kiss on his forehead. “You saved me, Luke,” he said gently. “You always save me.” He thought about that for a moment, then continued: "Hold on, how did you save me?”
Luke looked up at Reid with a modest shrug. “I remembered what you said about the other patients, how they seemed to respond to physical stimulus. I thought-if I could just give you enough physical stimulation-maybe it would snap you out of your hallucination.”
“You’re a brilliant man, Mr. Snyder,” Reid said sincerely. “You must be hanging out with the right people.”
This time, Luke buried his face in Reid’s shoulder to hide the flush of pride.
Reid lay there for a moment, basking in the ease of physical release and the simple joy of having Luke Snyder next to him, before a sudden thought struck him, and he gave a delighted chuckle. Luke looked up from Reid’s shoulder again with a suspicious air.
“Do you realize you just sucked me off in a hospital room?” Reid asked, all mocking disbelief. “You… Mr. Oh-But-What-If-My-Second-Cousin’s-Husband’s-Mother-Has-A-Sudden-Need-To-Look-In-This-Storage-Closet?”
“Well, don’t expect it to happen again,” Luke groused, in a grumpy tone that nevertheless seemed to convey that Luke wasn’t quite as absolute in his refusal as he claimed. “I prefer a bed with some privacy.”
Reid leaned forward to give Luke a kiss. “Get me out of these restraints, Mr. Snyder, and I think that can be arranged.”
“Just let me get John to check you out first,” Luke said, blissfully ignoring Reid’s scowl of frustration as he hopped up from the bed, leaving Reid still trapped in the restraints. “I want to make sure you’re fit for anything.”
Luke gave a smile full of seduction and promise as he turned to leave the room. Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly, Reid thought, and he smiled at the comparison.
He couldn’t imagine a more willing victim than he.
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By: ladysalieri
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Definitely cracked; PWP; dubious consent but with a side order of fluff? Bogus soap plot twistiness with no medical authenticity whatsoever.
Notes: Guess it's still Halloween in SOME time zones! Inspired by the Halloween song challenge on lure_promptsand The Cure's Lullaby. I wasn't planning to participate in the Halloween prompt, but then this song popped up on my iPod playlist, and I was hit with the CRACKIEST plot bunny I've ever had. Written in just a few hours, so probably pretty crappy -- but I hope I didn't do TOO bad a job of representing the song and the characters.
For those who don't know the song (or have never seen the video), here it is!
Click to view=====
The cobweb on the outside of the window fluttered in the harsh October wind.
Reid lay still in bed, his gaze held captive by the tangle of gossamer strands, gleaming with reflected light from a nearby streetlamp on the otherwise black and moonless night. As Reid stared unblinkingly at the web, the thin lines of silk seemed to thicken and expand, stretching across the window as if enclosing the room in an impenetrable net.
Another gust of wind howled through the trees outside and rattled the window in its sturdy metal fixture. Tiny tree branches, stripped bare of leaves, sang a eerie, discordant melody as they scratched and scraped along the glass.
Then the wind died again, and the sound was replaced by the slow, methodic scrape of… something else. Reid’s eyes widened with disbelief as what could only be described as a pair of thick, sharp, impossibly large claws rose up from beneath the window sill and tapped inquisitively at the glass pane. Another pair climbed to join the first, their curved talons rising higher along the glass to reveal the spindly black legs from which they sprang. The legs stretched out, claws trailing along the glass as if searching for a latch or hinge from which to pull the window open and gain admittance to Reid’s room.
Then in another instant, they were gone.
Reid lifted his head from his pillow as he struggled to see out through the murky night, straining for sounds that the strange, inhuman appendages had returned to continue their assault on the window.
But when the tap of claws came again, it was from the other side of the room.
Reid turned his head sharply in the direction of the sound, and all the breath left his chest in a whoosh of shock as the half-open doorway to his room creaked inward.
The creature that pushed through the doorway was at once spider and man-built with the general shape and body of an arachnid, but as large and sturdy as a human man. Sprouting from the creature’s thorax were eight thick, multi-jointed legs covered with a thick coat of black hair and trailing off in curved, wickedly sharp claws that clicked against the tile floor as it moved. The creature’s head was its most human feature, the hairy coating of its body trailing off to reveal a starkly pale white face, with a clearly recognizable mouth, nose, and eyes-though the eyes were too dark and faceted to be anything but alien.
Reid watched, transfixed in horror, as the spiderman crept closer to the foot of his bed, one long leg reaching up to trail along the length of Reid’s thinly covered leg. Another spindly leg reached up to the mattress, and with a mighty heave, the spiderman pushed its bulbous torso to perch itself half over Reid’s prone figure. The spiderman’s head cocked inquisitively at the man, as if contemplating its next action-then the creature surged forward and began snuffling at the skin of Reid’s face and forehead.
Reid felt the press of something soft and lingering on his brow and along his cheekbone, like a strange, ghastly mockery of a trail of kisses. The creature’s head left a trail of wetness as it explored Reid’s skin, lingering at the curve of his jaw. Was it saliva? Reid wondered hazily. Did a spiderman even have saliva-or was it instead some type of enzyme, like the substance spiders used to digest their prey…?
Suddenly shaking himself from the terrified stupor that had held him motionless in the face of this impossible terror, Reid willed himself to rise up from the bed and flee from the hulking creature that was trying to consume him-but his arms and legs seemed unable to heed him, holding fast to his mattress as if pinned there by some unseen force. Reid looked down at his uncooperative form, and now he could see the tight knots of webbing tying his wrists and legs to the bed. With a whimper of desperation, he tugged fruitlessly at the bonds holding him in place.
The creature lifted an appendage from the bed to lay it across Reid’s mouth.
“Be still, be calm, my precious boy,” it hushed, its voice high-pitched and odd, as if from an old record played at the wrong speed. “Don’t struggle like that; I’ll only love you more.”
Reid looked hopelessly at the darkened lamp at his bedside as the creature leaned in again. If only he’d left the light on, then someone might come by and see the grotesque creature in Reid’s room. And even if it was much too late to save Reid from his looming death, at least others would know… know that somewhere in Oakdale there existed a monster beyond anything human imagination could conceive, and that if it wasn’t hunted down and destroyed, then Reid might be the first of many victims yet to come.
With a flick of one razor-sharp claw, the creature sliced away at the thin layer of sheets and nightclothes that covered Reid, and the half-human head lowered itself to nibble at the skin on Reid’s chest. He tossed his head desperately, he struggled to find breath to scream, he…
…he felt a shiver of pleasure.
The creature moved with an unexpectedly gentle touch as it savored Reid’s skin, alternately lapping and nipping at his right nipple in a gesture that was a stirring as it was inexplicably familiar. A tickle of breath on Reid’s wet skin sent an undeniable frisson of arousal to Reid’s groin, and he bucked up in protest against the sensation only to feel the lithe, solid mass of the creature’s body settling its weight around his lower body.
A glide of something that felt like a man’s hand trailed warmly down along Reid’s chest to tease at the waistband of his briefs before slipping inside, reaching with an assured gesture to clasp around the column of flesh beneath.
Reid let out a moan of confused encouragement.
“Yesss,” the creature hissed eagerly. “That’s it.”
The creature’s hand stroked Reid’s cock with a tortuously slow pace as the creature slid up Reid’s body to capture his mouth with its own. Reid gave a gasp of surprise as the creature’s tongue traced the outline of Reid’s lower lip, and the creature took advantage of the opening to dive further inside, sipping at Reid’s taste and taunting him with quick darts of his skilled tongue Reid closed his eyes as if to deny his own helpless surrender to the crushing kiss, and he felt the tug of a-claw?-hand in his hair at the very moment that the creature’s other hand squeezed Reid’s throbbing cock. The twin sensations drove blood even further from Reid’s head, and he broke off the kiss with a panting groan.
“Come back to me,” the creature said again, moving lower again, his mouth tracing a path of wet, smacking kisses down Reid’s sternum. “Come back, love.”
The creature’s own arousal had given warmth to his pale features, his once chalky face now glowing with an attractive, golden tone. The creature’s eyes were still dark, but round with desire and unmistakably brown-and their shape seemed more warm and puppy-like than insectile in nature.
The creature had arrived at his destination, and he bent his head to take a soft, quick flick of the moisture forming on the tip of Reid’s cock. Reid bucked again, and the creature drew back to direct an oddly uncertain look up at Reid’s face.
“More!” Reid demanded, bucking again in an imperious invitation.
The creature’s lush lips curled in a smile. His hand tightened again at the base of Reid’s cock as he dove in to take Reid’s length in his mouth.
Reid was all but lost to sensation. His hands struggled at the restraints-not webbing, he could see now, but leather and nylon bands-that were wrapped tightly around his wrists, aching to free himself so that he could bury his hands in the creature’s tousled, golden hair. He moaned and cursed and trembled all at once, mindlessly urging the creature to take Reid deeper, faster, rougher, to swallow Reid’s essence and drive away the last of the lingering cobwebs from Reid’s mind.
As Reid felt his orgasm tighten in his balls, he tossed back his head and gave a wondering shout.
“Luke!” he cried out, giving the creature his rightful name as Reid shuddered his way through completion.
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When Reid came to his senses again, he was lying in a sweaty but blissful mess in bed, and Luke Snyder was snug against him-his arms wrapped tightly around him and his expressive face knit with concern.
“Reid?” Luke asked in a fearful half-whisper. “Are you with still me?”
Reid gave a contented chuckle. “It may have felt like you sent me into orbit, Mr. Snyder,” he said warmly, “but I’m pretty sure I’m back again.”
A sob fell from Luke’s lips, and the younger man raised a hand to turn Reid’s face toward his own. “Thank God,” Luke breathed, giving Reid a hard, lingering kiss, then another. “Reid… Reid…. Reid!”
Luke buried his head in the curve of Reid’s shoulder with a whimper of pain and relief, his arm tightening almost painfully around Reid’s chest. Instinctively, Reid moved to lay a reassuring hand on Luke’s back-only to be frustrated in his intent by the straps that still held him bound to the bed.
In fact, Reid realized, making a quick assessment of his surroundings, the bed they were currently reclining on wasn’t the bed Luke and Reid had been sharing this past thirteen months. It was a hospital bed-and more specifically a hospital bed in Memorial’s Intensive Care Unit. Reid’s photographic memory hadn’t often let him down, but for the life of him, Reid couldn’t remember strapping himself into a hospital bed… couldn’t remember anything that would explain how he ended up here, and with his boyfriend in such obvious distress.
“Luke?” Reid asked bemusedly. “What’s going on?”
“You were right!” Luke said, not looking up from Reid’s shoulder. “The Night Stalker, it was Nurse Jenson! She’s been injecting people with some kind of drug she picked up in the West Indies; it triggers the fear response in the brain, traps people in a nightmarish hallucination until it literally scares them to death. She realized you were onto her, so she attacked you in the parking lot, emptied a whole syringe of the drug into your veins. You’ve been out of it for three days, screaming and struggling and fighting everything we did to help. John said it was only a matter of time before you had a fatal stroke, just like all the others.” Luke gave Reid another bone-crushing squeeze. “I thought I was going to lose you again!”
Reid felt Luke’s hand slide to the scar along Reid’s collarbone, a vivid reminder of the last (and till now, only) time Reid’s life had been in mortal jeopardy. He could remember it all so clearly, the deafening whistle of the oncoming train, his frantic cries to Luke in the passenger seat to save himself and stop struggling to free Reid, and the almost superhuman strength by which Luke had finally torn Reid out from his seatbelt and away from the car, only for Reid to be nearly decapitated by flying debris from the mangled car.
Reid turned to nuzzle against Luke’s hair and place a reassuring kiss on his forehead. “You saved me, Luke,” he said gently. “You always save me.” He thought about that for a moment, then continued: "Hold on, how did you save me?”
Luke looked up at Reid with a modest shrug. “I remembered what you said about the other patients, how they seemed to respond to physical stimulus. I thought-if I could just give you enough physical stimulation-maybe it would snap you out of your hallucination.”
“You’re a brilliant man, Mr. Snyder,” Reid said sincerely. “You must be hanging out with the right people.”
This time, Luke buried his face in Reid’s shoulder to hide the flush of pride.
Reid lay there for a moment, basking in the ease of physical release and the simple joy of having Luke Snyder next to him, before a sudden thought struck him, and he gave a delighted chuckle. Luke looked up from Reid’s shoulder again with a suspicious air.
“Do you realize you just sucked me off in a hospital room?” Reid asked, all mocking disbelief. “You… Mr. Oh-But-What-If-My-Second-Cousin’s-Husband’s-Mother-Has-A-Sudden-Need-To-Look-In-This-Storage-Closet?”
“Well, don’t expect it to happen again,” Luke groused, in a grumpy tone that nevertheless seemed to convey that Luke wasn’t quite as absolute in his refusal as he claimed. “I prefer a bed with some privacy.”
Reid leaned forward to give Luke a kiss. “Get me out of these restraints, Mr. Snyder, and I think that can be arranged.”
“Just let me get John to check you out first,” Luke said, blissfully ignoring Reid’s scowl of frustration as he hopped up from the bed, leaving Reid still trapped in the restraints. “I want to make sure you’re fit for anything.”
Luke gave a smile full of seduction and promise as he turned to leave the room. Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly, Reid thought, and he smiled at the comparison.
He couldn’t imagine a more willing victim than he.
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