FIC Halloween Ball (6/6) - Rictor/Shatterstar (adult)
Title: Halloween Ball
Authors: Tarchannon and X-Tricks
'Verse: X-men movieverse, post-X1, AU
Pairing: Julio Richter and Gaveedra Seven
Rating: adult (explicit sexuality, slash, brief violence)
Series: yes - see Ghost in the Genes - Epiphany | Wednesday Revelations | Tectonic Shift | Wednesday Lessons | Halloween Ball Part One Part Two | First Snow | The Question | Home for Christmas
Notes:
1) Julio Richter (Rictor) and Gaveedra Seven (Shatterstar) are students in Xavier's School and both are struggling to fit in when neither of them are quite sure they want to.
2) This is an alternating POV story.
3) This story followed the AUs established before December 2003 for Left Turn at Westchester. The passing references to the Logan/Warren relationship have also been expanded into fiction and transcripts, and are available at Ghost in the Genes.
Disclaimer: The X-men and their world belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox. No profit or copyright infringement is intended.
Betas: The_cur and Spanish help from Dawn_rogue Thanks, guys!
Word Count: 11,980 (~2,000 per part)
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He nodded, following Julio with a shiver as they made their way to the little glass windowed room in the front. It was colder here but Julio had thought of that; there was a nest of blankets tucked away in the shadows.
The room was flooded with blue, rippling light like deep water and Gaveedra’s breath left him in a hiss as cruel memory stirred. He froze for a moment, pulse pounding hard in his throat but not in desire. Gaveedra drew in a harsh breath; air not water, and shook the memory away as he scented Julio.
"Star?" Worry touched Julio's voice.
Gaveedra shook his head, not wishing to visit memories now, gathering a handful of Julio's hair and kissing him hard, as if to drown himself in the present. Julio was warm and hard when Gaveedra reached to touch him and his body kindled with the promise Julio had given him: to take - and to give. Julio suckled his throat and Gaveedra gave himself to that with a groan, burning with a new longing to surrender as they sank into the nest of blankets Julio had created for them.
Julio's tongue stroked down his chest, circling one of Gaveedra's nipples until he arched with a low, wordless demand and the sharp nip was a release of his anticipation. Fingers danced over his skin along with soft Spanish murmurs of encouragement and the weight of Julio pressed him into the blankets. Julio's skin was smooth and sweat damp, the scent of soap lost in the scent of rising lust. Gaveedra slid his palms in a heavy caress down Julio's back, pressing them tight together to let their hard cocks throb in the trap of their bellies.
Julio's hands were clever, warming his skin and Gaveedra's breathing deepened, fingers dragging in strong caresses along Julio's spine. Julio settled his hips between Gaveedra's thighs, cock pressed hard and hot against him even as he brushed kisses along Gaveedra's throat and jaw. Gaveedra drew a knee up willingly as a compact, warm hand slid up his thigh, fingertips gathered his balls up, making him pant and thrust. Touches behind his balls drew a shivering sound from him even as he felt Julio breath harsh against his chest in eagerness. There was an awkward moment, then Julio's fingers were cold and slick and waking in him that strange excitement; his cock throbbing at the press inside his body even as his hands tightened on Julio's arms uncertainly. Julio rolled his hips, belly rubbing his cock and Gaveedra arched up, then down as sensation fed craving. He needed something - something more and he was so hard now. What Julio was doing, the push of his fingers inside him, was making him so hard. Gaveedra dragged Julio's face up, they met in a kiss, Gaveedra sucking Julio's tongue into his mouth with a muffled groan. He pushed his hips up and pressed a hard hand at the small of Julio's back, feeling the flex of muscle under his hand and the odd feel of himself clenching around Julio's prodding fingers.
"Te amo, Star," Julio was breathless, eyes consuming, looking amazed down at him. "Alright?"
"Si," Gaveedra managed, pulse thrumming and a little uneasy at the hard drum of need that was swallowing him down. "Now - Julio - por favor - now -"
Julio pushed back, staring down at him, gaze dark and hungry, then he lifted away and fumbled for the condoms. Gaveedra, sprawled on his back, cock hard and red on his belly, could only watch - eyes wide - as the little foil packet was tossed aside and Julio managed to get the latex over his cock with trembling fingers. Then Julio was back on him again, pressed close, breathing hard. Then he was closer and Gaveedra hissed at the pressure - painful but not in a bad way, not in a wrong way - and the ache made him arch, head thrown back, eyes squeezing shut for a moment then his breath left him in a shuddering moan. Then slowly, the heat of it, spread through him like fever. He would burn from it, Gaveedra thrashed a little under Julio, thighs tensing on his hips. Julio moaned high in his throat, shaking atop him, tremors that Gaveedra could feel in him, like the fierce beating of Julio's heart in the pulse of his cock.
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Julio sagged down onto Star, still inside that incredible heat. He felt giddy, alive - there was no way to describe it that didn’t fall somewhere between 'Gaveedra', "God', and 'home'. His mind floated, Star under him warm and inviting as the Mexican sun.
"Te amo," he whispered, no other words coming to him as he kissed feverish lips carefully pulled out. Star's hardness was pressed wet against his belly and that reminded him of the one thing left he wanted - and he now wanted it like nothing else that came before.
With a surprise tickle to the ribs, Julio stole another kiss and then heaved, rolling them over as he arched at the touch and they laughed together. Gaveedra was smiling, teeth white in the dappled reflected light, and Julio couldn't help but sober a little. He was in love so much it hurt, and he couldn’t keep his fingers from tracing the lines of Star's face. "Madre de dios, Star," he whispered, stunned, but the longer he looked the more his need grew, and the more his fear.
Gav suddenly sat back on his haunches, the silver light sending his torso into tiled planes of light and dark. He was still hard, so beautiful, but his face was unreadable, his eyes glittering. "Julio, I…."
"Shhhhhh," Ric said, sitting up and reaching to press two fingers against his lips. Gav could read his emotions but not his head. Something in him registered that this was the last barrier, the final barrier for him, and he was afraid. But he was also brave - he was a Richter, after all - and he was in love. There was no option in his head or in his soul; he was sure. Damn the Church and damn the rest of the world; let the stars fall from the heavens, and let his belly quiver until the world became nothing but silver eyes and pale skin and a heat like the sun. Julio let his fingers slid down his lover's body, slowly, memorizing this moment as he laid back down. Lifting his legs to slide his legs behind Star's hips, he whispered throatily, "Make love to me, Star."
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With Julio lying back like that, eyes in shadow, light rippling on his body it was hard to move at all. Gaveedra wanted to fill up his mind, like Julio had filled his body before.
"A good thing", he murmured in the in the odd pidgin of the Cadre and "Beautiful," in Spanish, words that Julio would know. Gaveedra drew his fingertips down Julio's skin, watching the shiver follow and smiled, then bent to breathe his way along Julio's collarbone. His touches were butterfly light; the tickle of a tongue-tip along Julio's throat, fingers stroking along the skin of his thigh. Gaveedra paused at the tip of a hard nipple, lips just touching it. The feel thrilled through him and he gathered it in his mouth, suckling for a moment and finishing with a gentle bite. He was in no rush, not even as Julio began to moan and shift under him.
This time he did not obey Julio's urges, or his demands, or his pleas. Instead, Gaveedra laced his fingers through Julio's and tasted every bit of him, salt and sweet and hot; the beating of his heart in his chest, the flex of muscles in his thigh and only when Julio was moaning and wordless did he lean back.
The first condom--even though he had practiced this--flew off somewhere and Julio laughed until he had the hiccups. Grinning and flushed both, Gaveedra did better with the second. With Julio still smiles, the way he wanted him to always be, Gaveedra braced himself on one hand and pressed a slippery finger into him.
"Oh, oh--" Julio's eyes went wide, "s-slow, Star."
Gaveedra, shivering at the feel of Julio, eased his touch. He could tell Julio liked it though. He was still hard and he began to shift restlessly, pushing against his hand. He let Julio's pleasure guide him, crooking his fingers within the tight heat of his body and twisting them--and again when Julio gasped and his cock leapt with eagerness.
"Now, now…" Julio was muttering, wild in a good way, and dragging at Gaveedra's hips as he settled closer. The touch of his body--Gaveedra sank his teeth into his lip as sudden sweat broke out across his back and forehead. Julio was so tight and his chest heaved beneath Gaveedra and the sounds he made were somewhere between frantic and desperate. The instinct to thrust--to force his way deep into the live center of his beloved knotted Gaveedra's back, his thighs shook as he stilled himself, sinking deeper in the slow rythym of their breathing. He would not force. He would not steal this gift Julio was offering.
Everything seemed impossible, then Julio tilted his hips and gasped and Gaveedra was suddenly in him. A slide and smooth clasp and they were rocking together in familiar tandem. "Julio--," Gaveedra breathed his name, inhaling his breath, scenting his pleasure. "So good…"
"Si, ahh-si, yes," Julio gasped and rolled beneath him, a move that swept Gaveedra with delight and a deep drumming urgency. He had to…had to thrust, his hair tumbling tangled around them both. They drove each other faster, higher, sweeter, and Gaveedra could feel Julio's pleasure in the hard grip of his thighs, the dig of his heels and in the tight, tight throb around his cock.
The release shattered him like a heart wound, and he cried Julio's name. Too weak to move, it was Julio's strength he collapsed on, Julio's heart drumming in his ear, Julio who reminded him he must rid himself of the condom already slipping free of his softening cock. Gaveedra pressed his palm to Julio's cheek, tears and sweat.
"All right, Julio? Yes?" He could not bear the thought that he had hurt Julio, his peacock. But Julio drew him down again, kissed him, and murmured to him.
"Si, te amo, mi Star," he whispered. "Si."
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They lay there for a long time, speaking in touches and sighs and little sounds that would never appear in any dictionary. Wrapped in one another, they were content and they drowsed in the lazily wavering blue light reflected off the pool. "There should never be anything more than this," he thought as he drifted away on sea of strawberry blond hair.
"Julio," Star eventually whispered, warning him that he was going to turn over.
Julio complained under his breath until he opened his eyes to see the strange light caressing that milk-pale skin and gray eyes to luminescence. He couldn't speak, so he leaned over to tease the closer nipped with his tongue. Gav's fingers skated languidly across his back.
"Did I…?"
"Shhhh," Julio said, dropping his forehead down against his lover's chest to hide his stupid smile. He quickly tossed his head back to get the hair out of his eyes before he stopped any further comment with a deep, lingering kiss.
When he opened his eyes, it was just them, together, sheltered from the rest of the world by the quiet and the stillness and the fine curtain of his hair. They looked at one another for the longest time, bodies pressed together, touching, exchanging breath. It was perfect.
"It's was... everything," Julio explained quietly, as if those words explained it all. And perhaps it did because Star kissed him again, slowly, like there was not another thing in the world that mattered more. Julio agreed.
Shifting down so he could lay on Star's chest, he realized that he'd be feeling the ache of their lovemaking tomorrow as he went about his day, and he grinned as he thought about how jealous some of his friends would be if he told them. Of course, he would not, but the idea was nice. He let his fingers trace circles over Star's chest and side. Eventually he asked, "Should we?"
"No," Gaveedra said sleepily. "Let them come."
Julio closed his eyes, letting Star's voice echo through him. "He is right: let them come," he thought contentedly, shifting one thigh over Star's. Let Scott come, let Xavier come, let Magneto come… his parents, the Church. Let the world end - it did not matter. They were here and they were together, and it was perfect and right.
Gaveedra's arm slipped around his back as he snuggled closer, his big fingers slipping into his hair. Julio sighed happily and closed his eyes and they drifted away off to sleep.
Authors: Tarchannon and X-Tricks
'Verse: X-men movieverse, post-X1, AU
Pairing: Julio Richter and Gaveedra Seven
Rating: adult (explicit sexuality, slash, brief violence)
Series: yes - see Ghost in the Genes - Epiphany | Wednesday Revelations | Tectonic Shift | Wednesday Lessons | Halloween Ball Part One Part Two | First Snow | The Question | Home for Christmas
Notes:
1) Julio Richter (Rictor) and Gaveedra Seven (Shatterstar) are students in Xavier's School and both are struggling to fit in when neither of them are quite sure they want to.
2) This is an alternating POV story.
3) This story followed the AUs established before December 2003 for Left Turn at Westchester. The passing references to the Logan/Warren relationship have also been expanded into fiction and transcripts, and are available at Ghost in the Genes.
Disclaimer: The X-men and their world belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox. No profit or copyright infringement is intended.
Betas: The_cur and Spanish help from Dawn_rogue Thanks, guys!
Word Count: 11,980 (~2,000 per part)
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He nodded, following Julio with a shiver as they made their way to the little glass windowed room in the front. It was colder here but Julio had thought of that; there was a nest of blankets tucked away in the shadows.
The room was flooded with blue, rippling light like deep water and Gaveedra’s breath left him in a hiss as cruel memory stirred. He froze for a moment, pulse pounding hard in his throat but not in desire. Gaveedra drew in a harsh breath; air not water, and shook the memory away as he scented Julio.
"Star?" Worry touched Julio's voice.
Gaveedra shook his head, not wishing to visit memories now, gathering a handful of Julio's hair and kissing him hard, as if to drown himself in the present. Julio was warm and hard when Gaveedra reached to touch him and his body kindled with the promise Julio had given him: to take - and to give. Julio suckled his throat and Gaveedra gave himself to that with a groan, burning with a new longing to surrender as they sank into the nest of blankets Julio had created for them.
Julio's tongue stroked down his chest, circling one of Gaveedra's nipples until he arched with a low, wordless demand and the sharp nip was a release of his anticipation. Fingers danced over his skin along with soft Spanish murmurs of encouragement and the weight of Julio pressed him into the blankets. Julio's skin was smooth and sweat damp, the scent of soap lost in the scent of rising lust. Gaveedra slid his palms in a heavy caress down Julio's back, pressing them tight together to let their hard cocks throb in the trap of their bellies.
Julio's hands were clever, warming his skin and Gaveedra's breathing deepened, fingers dragging in strong caresses along Julio's spine. Julio settled his hips between Gaveedra's thighs, cock pressed hard and hot against him even as he brushed kisses along Gaveedra's throat and jaw. Gaveedra drew a knee up willingly as a compact, warm hand slid up his thigh, fingertips gathered his balls up, making him pant and thrust. Touches behind his balls drew a shivering sound from him even as he felt Julio breath harsh against his chest in eagerness. There was an awkward moment, then Julio's fingers were cold and slick and waking in him that strange excitement; his cock throbbing at the press inside his body even as his hands tightened on Julio's arms uncertainly. Julio rolled his hips, belly rubbing his cock and Gaveedra arched up, then down as sensation fed craving. He needed something - something more and he was so hard now. What Julio was doing, the push of his fingers inside him, was making him so hard. Gaveedra dragged Julio's face up, they met in a kiss, Gaveedra sucking Julio's tongue into his mouth with a muffled groan. He pushed his hips up and pressed a hard hand at the small of Julio's back, feeling the flex of muscle under his hand and the odd feel of himself clenching around Julio's prodding fingers.
"Te amo, Star," Julio was breathless, eyes consuming, looking amazed down at him. "Alright?"
"Si," Gaveedra managed, pulse thrumming and a little uneasy at the hard drum of need that was swallowing him down. "Now - Julio - por favor - now -"
Julio pushed back, staring down at him, gaze dark and hungry, then he lifted away and fumbled for the condoms. Gaveedra, sprawled on his back, cock hard and red on his belly, could only watch - eyes wide - as the little foil packet was tossed aside and Julio managed to get the latex over his cock with trembling fingers. Then Julio was back on him again, pressed close, breathing hard. Then he was closer and Gaveedra hissed at the pressure - painful but not in a bad way, not in a wrong way - and the ache made him arch, head thrown back, eyes squeezing shut for a moment then his breath left him in a shuddering moan. Then slowly, the heat of it, spread through him like fever. He would burn from it, Gaveedra thrashed a little under Julio, thighs tensing on his hips. Julio moaned high in his throat, shaking atop him, tremors that Gaveedra could feel in him, like the fierce beating of Julio's heart in the pulse of his cock.
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Julio sagged down onto Star, still inside that incredible heat. He felt giddy, alive - there was no way to describe it that didn’t fall somewhere between 'Gaveedra', "God', and 'home'. His mind floated, Star under him warm and inviting as the Mexican sun.
"Te amo," he whispered, no other words coming to him as he kissed feverish lips carefully pulled out. Star's hardness was pressed wet against his belly and that reminded him of the one thing left he wanted - and he now wanted it like nothing else that came before.
With a surprise tickle to the ribs, Julio stole another kiss and then heaved, rolling them over as he arched at the touch and they laughed together. Gaveedra was smiling, teeth white in the dappled reflected light, and Julio couldn't help but sober a little. He was in love so much it hurt, and he couldn’t keep his fingers from tracing the lines of Star's face. "Madre de dios, Star," he whispered, stunned, but the longer he looked the more his need grew, and the more his fear.
Gav suddenly sat back on his haunches, the silver light sending his torso into tiled planes of light and dark. He was still hard, so beautiful, but his face was unreadable, his eyes glittering. "Julio, I…."
"Shhhhhh," Ric said, sitting up and reaching to press two fingers against his lips. Gav could read his emotions but not his head. Something in him registered that this was the last barrier, the final barrier for him, and he was afraid. But he was also brave - he was a Richter, after all - and he was in love. There was no option in his head or in his soul; he was sure. Damn the Church and damn the rest of the world; let the stars fall from the heavens, and let his belly quiver until the world became nothing but silver eyes and pale skin and a heat like the sun. Julio let his fingers slid down his lover's body, slowly, memorizing this moment as he laid back down. Lifting his legs to slide his legs behind Star's hips, he whispered throatily, "Make love to me, Star."
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With Julio lying back like that, eyes in shadow, light rippling on his body it was hard to move at all. Gaveedra wanted to fill up his mind, like Julio had filled his body before.
"A good thing", he murmured in the in the odd pidgin of the Cadre and "Beautiful," in Spanish, words that Julio would know. Gaveedra drew his fingertips down Julio's skin, watching the shiver follow and smiled, then bent to breathe his way along Julio's collarbone. His touches were butterfly light; the tickle of a tongue-tip along Julio's throat, fingers stroking along the skin of his thigh. Gaveedra paused at the tip of a hard nipple, lips just touching it. The feel thrilled through him and he gathered it in his mouth, suckling for a moment and finishing with a gentle bite. He was in no rush, not even as Julio began to moan and shift under him.
This time he did not obey Julio's urges, or his demands, or his pleas. Instead, Gaveedra laced his fingers through Julio's and tasted every bit of him, salt and sweet and hot; the beating of his heart in his chest, the flex of muscles in his thigh and only when Julio was moaning and wordless did he lean back.
The first condom--even though he had practiced this--flew off somewhere and Julio laughed until he had the hiccups. Grinning and flushed both, Gaveedra did better with the second. With Julio still smiles, the way he wanted him to always be, Gaveedra braced himself on one hand and pressed a slippery finger into him.
"Oh, oh--" Julio's eyes went wide, "s-slow, Star."
Gaveedra, shivering at the feel of Julio, eased his touch. He could tell Julio liked it though. He was still hard and he began to shift restlessly, pushing against his hand. He let Julio's pleasure guide him, crooking his fingers within the tight heat of his body and twisting them--and again when Julio gasped and his cock leapt with eagerness.
"Now, now…" Julio was muttering, wild in a good way, and dragging at Gaveedra's hips as he settled closer. The touch of his body--Gaveedra sank his teeth into his lip as sudden sweat broke out across his back and forehead. Julio was so tight and his chest heaved beneath Gaveedra and the sounds he made were somewhere between frantic and desperate. The instinct to thrust--to force his way deep into the live center of his beloved knotted Gaveedra's back, his thighs shook as he stilled himself, sinking deeper in the slow rythym of their breathing. He would not force. He would not steal this gift Julio was offering.
Everything seemed impossible, then Julio tilted his hips and gasped and Gaveedra was suddenly in him. A slide and smooth clasp and they were rocking together in familiar tandem. "Julio--," Gaveedra breathed his name, inhaling his breath, scenting his pleasure. "So good…"
"Si, ahh-si, yes," Julio gasped and rolled beneath him, a move that swept Gaveedra with delight and a deep drumming urgency. He had to…had to thrust, his hair tumbling tangled around them both. They drove each other faster, higher, sweeter, and Gaveedra could feel Julio's pleasure in the hard grip of his thighs, the dig of his heels and in the tight, tight throb around his cock.
The release shattered him like a heart wound, and he cried Julio's name. Too weak to move, it was Julio's strength he collapsed on, Julio's heart drumming in his ear, Julio who reminded him he must rid himself of the condom already slipping free of his softening cock. Gaveedra pressed his palm to Julio's cheek, tears and sweat.
"All right, Julio? Yes?" He could not bear the thought that he had hurt Julio, his peacock. But Julio drew him down again, kissed him, and murmured to him.
"Si, te amo, mi Star," he whispered. "Si."
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They lay there for a long time, speaking in touches and sighs and little sounds that would never appear in any dictionary. Wrapped in one another, they were content and they drowsed in the lazily wavering blue light reflected off the pool. "There should never be anything more than this," he thought as he drifted away on sea of strawberry blond hair.
"Julio," Star eventually whispered, warning him that he was going to turn over.
Julio complained under his breath until he opened his eyes to see the strange light caressing that milk-pale skin and gray eyes to luminescence. He couldn't speak, so he leaned over to tease the closer nipped with his tongue. Gav's fingers skated languidly across his back.
"Did I…?"
"Shhhh," Julio said, dropping his forehead down against his lover's chest to hide his stupid smile. He quickly tossed his head back to get the hair out of his eyes before he stopped any further comment with a deep, lingering kiss.
When he opened his eyes, it was just them, together, sheltered from the rest of the world by the quiet and the stillness and the fine curtain of his hair. They looked at one another for the longest time, bodies pressed together, touching, exchanging breath. It was perfect.
"It's was... everything," Julio explained quietly, as if those words explained it all. And perhaps it did because Star kissed him again, slowly, like there was not another thing in the world that mattered more. Julio agreed.
Shifting down so he could lay on Star's chest, he realized that he'd be feeling the ache of their lovemaking tomorrow as he went about his day, and he grinned as he thought about how jealous some of his friends would be if he told them. Of course, he would not, but the idea was nice. He let his fingers trace circles over Star's chest and side. Eventually he asked, "Should we?"
"No," Gaveedra said sleepily. "Let them come."
Julio closed his eyes, letting Star's voice echo through him. "He is right: let them come," he thought contentedly, shifting one thigh over Star's. Let Scott come, let Xavier come, let Magneto come… his parents, the Church. Let the world end - it did not matter. They were here and they were together, and it was perfect and right.
Gaveedra's arm slipped around his back as he snuggled closer, his big fingers slipping into his hair. Julio sighed happily and closed his eyes and they drifted away off to sleep.