"I need you...."
Lucien walks slowly over and sits beside Marius as he lounges on the couch. He reaches out slowly and strokes the white-haired man's hair gently. Marius rubs his head against Lucien's hand and looks miserable.
Lucien pulls him in and hugs him, in his own companionable world of misery. Marius snuggles closer and hides his face in Lucien's hair as he continues to pat and stroke Marius, unaware he has started to purr softly. In turn, Marius gently strokes Lucien's hair, softly inhaling its faint scent. Lucien curls around him tighter, stroking his face with long, soft fingers, unsmiling, his intense eyes watching every move.
Marius curls up in Lucien's arms, losing himself in the elf's eyes. Lucien stares back, his lips parted, barely able to breathe. Slowly, almost terrified, he pulls Marius closer, tasting his breath, sniffing catlike, leaning ever closer....Relaxing completely, Marius lets his head fall back, lips parted, willingly surrendering himself up to the elf. He closes his eyes and faintly moans, his tongue briefly tasting Lucien's lips. Lucien gasps, leaning in again, this time pressing his lips firmly to Marius's, his tongue flicking into his mouth, groaning and surrendering to his desire. Trustingly, Marius wraps his slender arms about Lucien's neck, lips parting for Lucien's tongue.
The elf's eyes close slowly, his arms tightening, his mouth opening wider, encouraging Marius, wanting his ardour. Marius returns the kiss deeper, harder, with more fervour, enjoying the sudden constriction of Lucien's arms around him, the feeling of being imprisoned in his embrace - he, the willing prisoner.
"So sad and yet.....not...." Lucien's voice is deep and rich, a well known tone, slightly mocking as his hands stroke across Marius's shoulders and arms, his grip not loosening.
"It is only your absence from me that makes me sad...." Marius opens his eyes slowly.
"My.... you mean it is because you....you miss me?" His eyes are wide, startled, not quite able to comprehend being wanted this way.
"Yes. is that so strange? I miss you." Marius strokes Lucien's face slowly. "I dream of you...."
"And I....I dream of you....nightly, or daily more like...." His hand looses itself, reaching up, turning Marius's face back, stroking it softly, delight wonder and sadness in his eyes.
"It feels as though I am barely existing from moment to moment when I am not with you. And when I am..." He stares into the elven eyes. "I feel like I'm drowning in you...."
"I can feel you still, drawing me to you, like you are some strange part of me, or I am of you...." Lucien presses his head against Marius's shoulder. "It is like you are calling me, like I have to answer and if I don't it drives me mad."
"What have we done, Lucien? What is this link between us? What did you do when you called me back?" Marius whispers.
"What did I.....? Called you back? I really don't understand...." Lucien's huge silvery eyes are confused, incomprehending, but a violet tint flickers in their depths.
"When I died... you called me back. I was surrounded by the light, and it was drawing me away - but then you called me back from death." He snuggles his head against Lucien's chest. "I should be dead, but for you." He glances up. "I'm sorry I leapt into the water. I shouldn't have done that. I was afraid I had lost you forever."
"No.....you....you can't....." Lucien strokes his fingers through the fine white waves, breathing deeply, his body quivering slightly.
"It was... somewhat comforting... drowning...." Marius blinks slowly. "Like I was just drifting away, thinking of you.... But I shouldn't have jumped." He catches Lucien's fingers in his and kisses them softly. "Am I forgiven?"
"Of course, just please....you nearly made my heart stop....I thought....I....you sent me away and then.....I thought you would die and it ....it nearly tore me apart." Suddenly he lets go and rubs his own arms, the bare skin prickling.
Marius clutches at Lucien as the support of the elf's arms is suddenly gone. "I'll never do it again, Lucien, I promise!"
The elf wraps his arms back around the other man, his grip desperate, his mouth instantly seeking out the soft lips, wanting to ignore the remembered pain in the moment. Marius tilts his head back and surrenders his mouth to Lucien's kisses once more, not making a murmur even though the other man's embrace is bruisingly hard, crushing him against the elf's chest. Lucien presses back, bearing Marius to the floor, swinging one leg up, straddling his hips, his mouth kissing, sucking deperately, his arms sliding out from under the prone body to stroke his face and shoulders. Marius moans, arching his back, his hips rising to meet Lucien, whose breathing has rapidly become a desperate pant, his mouth a hungry force, crushing against Marius', his hands sliding down, loosening the hem of his shirt, sliding up the smooth skin of his stomach, groaning at the feel of such perfection. Marius whimpers faintly, his own hands tracing feverishly up Lucien's back.
"Why? Why do you do this to me? Why can I never resist you?" His voice groans in Marius's ear, his hips grinding down against Marius, firm, but not crushing.
"I... was about..." he gasps, "to ask..." he moans, "you the same thing...." His voice trails away in a whimper. Groaning deeply Lucien collapses back upon Marius, his mouth seeking his throat, sucking and nibbling in desperate need. "I want you," he groans. "I always want you...." He writhes, grinding atop Marius. "You're something...something incredible...." he moans, gasping. "Your touch, your eyes, you just seem to...you seem to fill me in a way I just can't understand...." He licks up Marius's throat and around his jawline.
He tilts his head back, baring his throat to Lucien. "It's mutual..." he gasps, "I can assure you... You're like..." he whimpers, "like a drug... can't get enough of you... even when it hurts, I still want it...."
The elf whimpers, his hips grinding down once more, his cock now straining against the taut leather, the hardness pressing bruisingly against Marius. "You want me? You really want me? Not just this...my body....or for who or what I am....but just me?" His head is pressed against Marius's own, forehead to forehead, their lips a breath from touching, his huge eyes staring.
"Just you. It's just you I dream of... all I ever dream of now...." Marius' voice trails off into a moan then a whisper. "I need you. Not the rock star... YOU."
"Need me?" His breath is hot against Marius's face, scented faintly like cinnamon; he rubs against him like a cat, his hands still roaming the lithe body. "I....you....you make me feel....oh god...." He groans desperately. "I could so easily.....so easily....I...." His lips run up Marius' cheek; he cuts his own words off with a kiss, deep and longing, passionate, but not so crushing and desperate, intensely erotic and yet not the pure and brutal carnality of previous kisses....somehow far more intimate.
Marius slips his hands down Lucien's sides then drops them to the waistband of the elf's leather pants. "These seem... awfully tight..." He grins teasingly and tugs, grinding his own hips against Lucien. He kisses Lucien briefly. "Could so easily what, love?" His eyes dance, inviting.
Lucien pulls back, groaning deeply, his head thrown back, before dropping once more to meet the kiss. "Yes....painfully tight now...." He groans, writhing. "Um...." he pants quietly. "...um. I could...." he groans ".....so easily.....love you....loose myself in you...."
Staring into his eyes, Marius whispers, "As I have in you?" His deft fingers pop the button on tight leather, freeing straining flesh. Lucien gasps, the air shockingly hot on his skin, then groans deeply. "And more.....but...but how could I? Hell.....how could you ever want someone so faithless?" His eyes are squeezed shut, crystal tears seeping onto the long lashes, his body never ceasing its movements against his lover.
Marius shakes his head. "Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter to me. I still need you.... * his hands slide down to encircle Lucien's member....
Abruptly Marius awakes, breathing harsh and panting. He stares up at the poster above his bed; a straitjacketted Corpselight grins at him manically, mocking him. With a groan, Marius rolls over and waits for the erratic racing of his heart to slow down, one hand toying with the jewelled pendant at his throat.
Just a dream. Just a dream.
He sighs, and slowly slips away into sleep once more.
(Taken from an RP session with effigyvisceral)
Lucien pulls him in and hugs him, in his own companionable world of misery. Marius snuggles closer and hides his face in Lucien's hair as he continues to pat and stroke Marius, unaware he has started to purr softly. In turn, Marius gently strokes Lucien's hair, softly inhaling its faint scent. Lucien curls around him tighter, stroking his face with long, soft fingers, unsmiling, his intense eyes watching every move.
Marius curls up in Lucien's arms, losing himself in the elf's eyes. Lucien stares back, his lips parted, barely able to breathe. Slowly, almost terrified, he pulls Marius closer, tasting his breath, sniffing catlike, leaning ever closer....Relaxing completely, Marius lets his head fall back, lips parted, willingly surrendering himself up to the elf. He closes his eyes and faintly moans, his tongue briefly tasting Lucien's lips. Lucien gasps, leaning in again, this time pressing his lips firmly to Marius's, his tongue flicking into his mouth, groaning and surrendering to his desire. Trustingly, Marius wraps his slender arms about Lucien's neck, lips parting for Lucien's tongue.
The elf's eyes close slowly, his arms tightening, his mouth opening wider, encouraging Marius, wanting his ardour. Marius returns the kiss deeper, harder, with more fervour, enjoying the sudden constriction of Lucien's arms around him, the feeling of being imprisoned in his embrace - he, the willing prisoner.
"So sad and yet.....not...." Lucien's voice is deep and rich, a well known tone, slightly mocking as his hands stroke across Marius's shoulders and arms, his grip not loosening.
"It is only your absence from me that makes me sad...." Marius opens his eyes slowly.
"My.... you mean it is because you....you miss me?" His eyes are wide, startled, not quite able to comprehend being wanted this way.
"Yes. is that so strange? I miss you." Marius strokes Lucien's face slowly. "I dream of you...."
"And I....I dream of you....nightly, or daily more like...." His hand looses itself, reaching up, turning Marius's face back, stroking it softly, delight wonder and sadness in his eyes.
"It feels as though I am barely existing from moment to moment when I am not with you. And when I am..." He stares into the elven eyes. "I feel like I'm drowning in you...."
"I can feel you still, drawing me to you, like you are some strange part of me, or I am of you...." Lucien presses his head against Marius's shoulder. "It is like you are calling me, like I have to answer and if I don't it drives me mad."
"What have we done, Lucien? What is this link between us? What did you do when you called me back?" Marius whispers.
"What did I.....? Called you back? I really don't understand...." Lucien's huge silvery eyes are confused, incomprehending, but a violet tint flickers in their depths.
"When I died... you called me back. I was surrounded by the light, and it was drawing me away - but then you called me back from death." He snuggles his head against Lucien's chest. "I should be dead, but for you." He glances up. "I'm sorry I leapt into the water. I shouldn't have done that. I was afraid I had lost you forever."
"No.....you....you can't....." Lucien strokes his fingers through the fine white waves, breathing deeply, his body quivering slightly.
"It was... somewhat comforting... drowning...." Marius blinks slowly. "Like I was just drifting away, thinking of you.... But I shouldn't have jumped." He catches Lucien's fingers in his and kisses them softly. "Am I forgiven?"
"Of course, just please....you nearly made my heart stop....I thought....I....you sent me away and then.....I thought you would die and it ....it nearly tore me apart." Suddenly he lets go and rubs his own arms, the bare skin prickling.
Marius clutches at Lucien as the support of the elf's arms is suddenly gone. "I'll never do it again, Lucien, I promise!"
The elf wraps his arms back around the other man, his grip desperate, his mouth instantly seeking out the soft lips, wanting to ignore the remembered pain in the moment. Marius tilts his head back and surrenders his mouth to Lucien's kisses once more, not making a murmur even though the other man's embrace is bruisingly hard, crushing him against the elf's chest. Lucien presses back, bearing Marius to the floor, swinging one leg up, straddling his hips, his mouth kissing, sucking deperately, his arms sliding out from under the prone body to stroke his face and shoulders. Marius moans, arching his back, his hips rising to meet Lucien, whose breathing has rapidly become a desperate pant, his mouth a hungry force, crushing against Marius', his hands sliding down, loosening the hem of his shirt, sliding up the smooth skin of his stomach, groaning at the feel of such perfection. Marius whimpers faintly, his own hands tracing feverishly up Lucien's back.
"Why? Why do you do this to me? Why can I never resist you?" His voice groans in Marius's ear, his hips grinding down against Marius, firm, but not crushing.
"I... was about..." he gasps, "to ask..." he moans, "you the same thing...." His voice trails away in a whimper. Groaning deeply Lucien collapses back upon Marius, his mouth seeking his throat, sucking and nibbling in desperate need. "I want you," he groans. "I always want you...." He writhes, grinding atop Marius. "You're something...something incredible...." he moans, gasping. "Your touch, your eyes, you just seem to...you seem to fill me in a way I just can't understand...." He licks up Marius's throat and around his jawline.
He tilts his head back, baring his throat to Lucien. "It's mutual..." he gasps, "I can assure you... You're like..." he whimpers, "like a drug... can't get enough of you... even when it hurts, I still want it...."
The elf whimpers, his hips grinding down once more, his cock now straining against the taut leather, the hardness pressing bruisingly against Marius. "You want me? You really want me? Not just this...my body....or for who or what I am....but just me?" His head is pressed against Marius's own, forehead to forehead, their lips a breath from touching, his huge eyes staring.
"Just you. It's just you I dream of... all I ever dream of now...." Marius' voice trails off into a moan then a whisper. "I need you. Not the rock star... YOU."
"Need me?" His breath is hot against Marius's face, scented faintly like cinnamon; he rubs against him like a cat, his hands still roaming the lithe body. "I....you....you make me feel....oh god...." He groans desperately. "I could so easily.....so easily....I...." His lips run up Marius' cheek; he cuts his own words off with a kiss, deep and longing, passionate, but not so crushing and desperate, intensely erotic and yet not the pure and brutal carnality of previous kisses....somehow far more intimate.
Marius slips his hands down Lucien's sides then drops them to the waistband of the elf's leather pants. "These seem... awfully tight..." He grins teasingly and tugs, grinding his own hips against Lucien. He kisses Lucien briefly. "Could so easily what, love?" His eyes dance, inviting.
Lucien pulls back, groaning deeply, his head thrown back, before dropping once more to meet the kiss. "Yes....painfully tight now...." He groans, writhing. "Um...." he pants quietly. "...um. I could...." he groans ".....so easily.....love you....loose myself in you...."
Staring into his eyes, Marius whispers, "As I have in you?" His deft fingers pop the button on tight leather, freeing straining flesh. Lucien gasps, the air shockingly hot on his skin, then groans deeply. "And more.....but...but how could I? Hell.....how could you ever want someone so faithless?" His eyes are squeezed shut, crystal tears seeping onto the long lashes, his body never ceasing its movements against his lover.
Marius shakes his head. "Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter to me. I still need you.... * his hands slide down to encircle Lucien's member....
Abruptly Marius awakes, breathing harsh and panting. He stares up at the poster above his bed; a straitjacketted Corpselight grins at him manically, mocking him. With a groan, Marius rolls over and waits for the erratic racing of his heart to slow down, one hand toying with the jewelled pendant at his throat.
Just a dream. Just a dream.
He sighs, and slowly slips away into sleep once more.
(Taken from an RP session with effigyvisceral)