Since we started about pairings...
...I'm not blameless in stuff myself. Gather your stones to throw. ;)
Done for Derrewyn aaaages ago for this challenge:
Series: Saint Seiya
Pairing: Master Sorrento and Slave Hagen
Title: "The day the eight-legged horse got mounted "
Line: " Please, master, use your flute for the bridle? ... I've always... wanted to have it inside my mouth... "
The day the eight-legged horse got mounted
(or every floppy sometimes dreams to be a hard disk)
The Beta God Warrior of Merak knelt in front of Sorrento. He was flushed, embarrassed and naked.
Just the way Sorrento wanted him.
"Come closer," he ordered.
"Yes, Master", the God Warrior whispered and stood up.
"Did I give you a permission to get from your knees?" Sorrento purred. Oh, how he loved these little blunders...it wasn't purposeful defiance, still such a lovely excuse to punish his toy.
"I beg for your pardon, Master!" Hagen
(his name's Hagen for sure? Or Hagrid? Argh, bugger, what's the difference...)
hastily flopped back on his knees, all his posture radiating fear and...oh, yes. Excitement. There was no doubt about that.
Sorrento relished this evidence of his power over Hagen (Hagrid?) as the latter struggled forward and froze in front of Sorrento, eyes cast down and shivers running through gorgeous muscular body.
"You will receive your punishment later," Sorrento cupped Hagen's chin with one had and lifted it up to look into the blue eyes
(Or are they green? Grrr....stop rambling, concentrate, concentrate!)
full of terrified anticipation. With his other hand Sorrento fondled his flute and trailed patterns across Hagen's face with it.
Hagen followed it, warily -- he was ready for a wallop across the face any moment -- but, Sorrento observed with satisfaction, his lips sought to touch it.
"Tell me what you want?" he demanded, grabbing a handful of silky blond hair,
(must be silky, looks like that anyway...blast, concentrate!)
greedily peering into Hagen's face, admiring the delicious mixture of humiliation and lust and feeling proud of invoking this in the God Warrior, who might look cool and severe like a drifting iceberg, but would obey every command of Sorrento like a well-trained horse.
His riding horse.
"Tell me what you want?" Sorrento growled again, tugging forcefully on Hagen's hair.
"I..." Hagen gasped. As the flute stroked his lips, his tongue darted out in attempt to touch it; this transparent reaction gave him courage to finish, " Please, master, use your flute for the bridle? ...I've always...wanted to have it inside my mouth..."
"I bet you have, you dirty little slut," Sorrento cooed, the tip of his flute lazily dancing over Hagen's lips. "Are you a dirty little slut, Hagen?"
"Yes…Master…"
"And whose dirty little slut you are?"
"Yours, Master!"
"Mine…all mine…" Sorrento drawled smugly. "Now, please your Master, please me well, and I shall think of…rewarding you."
"Oh, thank you, Master! Yes, yes, yesssssssssss..."
* * *
Unlike Sanctuary, Undersea didn't have houses for its Marinas. There was no need for a roof since there never rained, and absence of wind and temperature changes made walls unneeded as well.
However, due to the complicated architecture of Undersea one could always find a hypothetical private spot A, where they could be seen and heard by nobody and see and hear everything what was happening on equally hypothetical spot B.
Currently one such spot A was occupied by Baian and Io, respectfully Sea Horse and Scylla Marinas. They were observing events of spot B, which contained Siren Sorrento.
"I say," Io nudged Baian. "Why is he doing that?"
"Because he's a dirty little slut," Baian snorted rowdily, "and Kanon's out of town for…how long by now…about two weeks. So he's helping himself as he can."
"Nay, I'm not about wanking. I mean, why is he biting on his flute so hard? People do that when they're in serious pain, fixin' their broken leg all by themselves an' stuff," Io mused and, catching a funny look from Baian, added defensively, "I saw that in movies."
"Maybe he is in pain," Baian shrugged. "Caught some disease, prob'ly. When you have tripper, it hurts to piss, so maybe there's a disease when it hurts when you wank."
"You don't say?" Io awed, taking a mental note to keep away from Baian and his experiences. "But then, why he keeps doing it if it hurts?"
"Cause pain turns him on," Baian snorted again. Then, as he remembered witnessing the scene involving Kanon, a selection of whips, Sorrento's bottom and lots of screaming, he thought it appropriate to add, "at least Kanon says so."
"I say…mayhap we oughta tell Kanon Sorrento's got this problem?" ventured Io, who recently started making out with Kanon and wanted to be on the safe side.
"Bwah, betcha it's Kanon who gave him that in the first place. He'd hang ole Sorrento by his figgin if he found out someone else's been cleaning his barrel, if you get my drift," Baian pointed out. "You alright, Io?"
"Why, yes, eheh…of course I am."
"Only you suddenly went very pale."
"Haha, ahaha…it must be I got sick watching him…flute like that and stuff…ahaha."
"Really? Beats me why. You wasn't squicked when Kanon brought this pepper and garlic sausage and…"
"Er. I, er…I think we better go, shall we? Look, he's done anyway."
"Seems so," Baian nodded. "Lets go…my, you look really sick, man. Go see a doc, will you?"
"I think I will indeed. Just…ahaha…in case."
They stood up; Baian shot one last curious look as they turned to leave.
"I wonder, who he imagined when…you know?"
"What? Oh. Dunno. Hope it wasn't me."
Done for Derrewyn aaaages ago for this challenge:
Series: Saint Seiya
Pairing: Master Sorrento and Slave Hagen
Title: "The day the eight-legged horse got mounted "
Line: " Please, master, use your flute for the bridle? ... I've always... wanted to have it inside my mouth... "
The day the eight-legged horse got mounted
(or every floppy sometimes dreams to be a hard disk)
The Beta God Warrior of Merak knelt in front of Sorrento. He was flushed, embarrassed and naked.
Just the way Sorrento wanted him.
"Come closer," he ordered.
"Yes, Master", the God Warrior whispered and stood up.
"Did I give you a permission to get from your knees?" Sorrento purred. Oh, how he loved these little blunders...it wasn't purposeful defiance, still such a lovely excuse to punish his toy.
"I beg for your pardon, Master!" Hagen
(his name's Hagen for sure? Or Hagrid? Argh, bugger, what's the difference...)
hastily flopped back on his knees, all his posture radiating fear and...oh, yes. Excitement. There was no doubt about that.
Sorrento relished this evidence of his power over Hagen (Hagrid?) as the latter struggled forward and froze in front of Sorrento, eyes cast down and shivers running through gorgeous muscular body.
"You will receive your punishment later," Sorrento cupped Hagen's chin with one had and lifted it up to look into the blue eyes
(Or are they green? Grrr....stop rambling, concentrate, concentrate!)
full of terrified anticipation. With his other hand Sorrento fondled his flute and trailed patterns across Hagen's face with it.
Hagen followed it, warily -- he was ready for a wallop across the face any moment -- but, Sorrento observed with satisfaction, his lips sought to touch it.
"Tell me what you want?" he demanded, grabbing a handful of silky blond hair,
(must be silky, looks like that anyway...blast, concentrate!)
greedily peering into Hagen's face, admiring the delicious mixture of humiliation and lust and feeling proud of invoking this in the God Warrior, who might look cool and severe like a drifting iceberg, but would obey every command of Sorrento like a well-trained horse.
His riding horse.
"Tell me what you want?" Sorrento growled again, tugging forcefully on Hagen's hair.
"I..." Hagen gasped. As the flute stroked his lips, his tongue darted out in attempt to touch it; this transparent reaction gave him courage to finish, " Please, master, use your flute for the bridle? ...I've always...wanted to have it inside my mouth..."
"I bet you have, you dirty little slut," Sorrento cooed, the tip of his flute lazily dancing over Hagen's lips. "Are you a dirty little slut, Hagen?"
"Yes…Master…"
"And whose dirty little slut you are?"
"Yours, Master!"
"Mine…all mine…" Sorrento drawled smugly. "Now, please your Master, please me well, and I shall think of…rewarding you."
"Oh, thank you, Master! Yes, yes, yesssssssssss..."
* * *
Unlike Sanctuary, Undersea didn't have houses for its Marinas. There was no need for a roof since there never rained, and absence of wind and temperature changes made walls unneeded as well.
However, due to the complicated architecture of Undersea one could always find a hypothetical private spot A, where they could be seen and heard by nobody and see and hear everything what was happening on equally hypothetical spot B.
Currently one such spot A was occupied by Baian and Io, respectfully Sea Horse and Scylla Marinas. They were observing events of spot B, which contained Siren Sorrento.
"I say," Io nudged Baian. "Why is he doing that?"
"Because he's a dirty little slut," Baian snorted rowdily, "and Kanon's out of town for…how long by now…about two weeks. So he's helping himself as he can."
"Nay, I'm not about wanking. I mean, why is he biting on his flute so hard? People do that when they're in serious pain, fixin' their broken leg all by themselves an' stuff," Io mused and, catching a funny look from Baian, added defensively, "I saw that in movies."
"Maybe he is in pain," Baian shrugged. "Caught some disease, prob'ly. When you have tripper, it hurts to piss, so maybe there's a disease when it hurts when you wank."
"You don't say?" Io awed, taking a mental note to keep away from Baian and his experiences. "But then, why he keeps doing it if it hurts?"
"Cause pain turns him on," Baian snorted again. Then, as he remembered witnessing the scene involving Kanon, a selection of whips, Sorrento's bottom and lots of screaming, he thought it appropriate to add, "at least Kanon says so."
"I say…mayhap we oughta tell Kanon Sorrento's got this problem?" ventured Io, who recently started making out with Kanon and wanted to be on the safe side.
"Bwah, betcha it's Kanon who gave him that in the first place. He'd hang ole Sorrento by his figgin if he found out someone else's been cleaning his barrel, if you get my drift," Baian pointed out. "You alright, Io?"
"Why, yes, eheh…of course I am."
"Only you suddenly went very pale."
"Haha, ahaha…it must be I got sick watching him…flute like that and stuff…ahaha."
"Really? Beats me why. You wasn't squicked when Kanon brought this pepper and garlic sausage and…"
"Er. I, er…I think we better go, shall we? Look, he's done anyway."
"Seems so," Baian nodded. "Lets go…my, you look really sick, man. Go see a doc, will you?"
"I think I will indeed. Just…ahaha…in case."
They stood up; Baian shot one last curious look as they turned to leave.
"I wonder, who he imagined when…you know?"
"What? Oh. Dunno. Hope it wasn't me."