And here's the text of the drabble if you want to just read it here:
"Avarice" The sharp, feline screech took to the night air from outside and more goosebumps rose up Mikami's back. Kira was loud when He was being fucked.
He knew that he should repent, that he should be on his knees in worship and offer -- not in callous taking.
But he'd seen Him. He'd seen his god with that woman, that thin, shrewd, news woman. He'd seen the embrace, seen the greedy smile on her face when Kira slid His lips down her body. He'd seen it all and he'd trembled with a righteous jealousy.
He was Kira's servant! He was the one with the book! He was the one who should be tasting divine flesh!
He could not fight the desire to push down, to conquer, to serve when Kira appeared in his apartment. It was so easy to give in to pious passion and grasp those narrow hips, to claim the sweet skin of neck and chest and thigh and hip. And Kira gave no resistance. He did not fight back, merely fell to His knees, head tossed back, smug smile playing at thin lips as Mikami pressed into Him from behind.
An unforgiving thrust, a strangled God-choke, and the cats outside took to their monstrous shriek once more.
Here's the link if you want to try again: http://pollinia.livejournal.com/18551.html#cutid2
And here's the text of the drabble if you want to just read it here:
"Avarice"
The sharp, feline screech took to the night air from outside and more goosebumps rose up Mikami's back. Kira was loud when He was being fucked.
He knew that he should repent, that he should be on his knees in worship and offer -- not in callous taking.
But he'd seen Him. He'd seen his god with that woman, that thin, shrewd, news woman. He'd seen the embrace, seen the greedy smile on her face when Kira slid His lips down her body. He'd seen it all and he'd trembled with a righteous jealousy.
He was Kira's servant! He was the one with the book! He was the one who should be tasting divine flesh!
He could not fight the desire to push down, to conquer, to serve when Kira appeared in his apartment. It was so easy to give in to pious passion and grasp those narrow hips, to claim the sweet skin of neck and chest and thigh and hip. And Kira gave no resistance. He did not fight back, merely fell to His knees, head tossed back, smug smile playing at thin lips as Mikami pressed into Him from behind.
An unforgiving thrust, a strangled God-choke, and the cats outside took to their monstrous shriek once more.
(And thanks so much! I adore that pairing. ^^)
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