The Manifestation
From: FindingKilig
Title: The Manifestation
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,900
Prompt: Litost: a state of agony and torment created by the sudden sight of one's own misery
Warning/s: Talk of the devil and hints of a mentally fucked Sehun (it's not major or anything).
Before you start reading: I wrote to this :3
Dark and sticky, like thick treacle. Gliding smoothly, the mephistophelian substance trickles.
Strange, of course, starting a tale with a grim description of a droplet of blood. But it was important, it was vital to the existence of sehun. It was essential and priceless because it wasn't any normal, average, dreary human's blood- It was Luhan's.
Luhan, the core of every reason Sehun could muster of why he should live. Luhan was the essence of Sehun's smile, the energy behind every heartbeat. He was the very manifestation of 'the meaning of life'.
Sehun chose not to question Luhan's sudden entry into his life. He didn't question the man's mysterious appearance. He wasn't scared or alarmed because he knew Luhan; he had created Luhan.
Sehun didn't recognise him at first. How could he? How could Sehun's meager written descriptions ever fully depict the glory of his lovely Luhan? Luhan was the embodiment of beauty, a mere glance at his face left Sehun breathless.
Locks of glossy bleach-white hair framed his face charmingly, just the beginnings of black roots showing through the thick mane. He had luminescent, pale skin stretched over his lanky build, the smooth organ starting to show the summer sun's gentle kisses. His prized skinny hands, long fingers always gracefully dancing across the piano keys, were so fragile looking, like delicate porcelain. His bony wrist was never without his leather braided bracelet. His face was a work of art: a small curved nose, big glistening eyes decorated with sprigs of dark eyelashes, irises the colour of comforting earth. And, Sehun's favourite, small, pink lips that always stretched into a shining smile at the sight of Sehun, like he was hot chocolate on an icy winter's day.
Every second in Luhan's company was a sip of wine- delicious, warm, numbing and yet somehow sending tingles through his body.
His body responded to every motion of Luhan. It blasted it's heart into a pounding beat every time Luhan laughed with that beautiful smile and crinkles around his eyes, each time he made a childish joke, each time he blushed from Sehun's loving gaze.
How Luhan had managed to crawl from between the pages of Sehun's unpublished manuscript, Sehun didn't bother to guess at. He didn't ever want him to go back- he was far more enjoyable in the flesh.
Sehun had forgotten about the old book. One of many tattered manuscripts- one of the considerably smaller number of finished manuscripts. He had wrote it five- no, ten, ten years ago as a fresh teenager. Sehun couldn't remember how it ended. He chose not to know, watching the story unfold before him in real life was far more tempting.
Luhan's cry rebounded off every surface, his hot body trembling against the apartment's cold wall. His every nerve was high on the feeling on Sehun inside of him, finally. He leant forward, biting and suckling at Sehun's glorious collarbones.
"Lu..." Sehun's uncontrolled moan tumbled from his mouth.
Luhan nodded deliriously, trying to take in every millimetre of Sehun's perfection before him. The dark eyes, the small scar on his left cheek, the jaw sharp like a blade to his heart.
Sehun pulled out, hearing a second of Luhan's complaints before thrusting so sharply and deeply inside him that Luhan forgot what his name was. Luhan's moans, his incoherent mumbling, his red flushed face, his eyes slightly moist with tears. It was pain, pain mixed with pure pleasure to the point of death to all of his conscious thoughts. All of his mind concentrated on one thing, one thing only- Sehun, his godly Sehun. His.
Sehun could barely conceive his own existence because all he was was Luhan. His only purpose was to make Luhan happy, the only music worth listening to was the sounds that spilled from Luhan's seductive mouth. Luhan felt so real, he could feel Luhan so vividly. His fears that Luhan would slip from his grasp at any second were only sated in moments like these, when they were one, completely melded together in a mixture of carnal sex and love.
He had only realised Luhan was his character come to life a couple of months after they had met. He had witnessed each chaptered event fall perfectly in place, living out a story he had penned himself.
Luhan had tumbled into his life in a turmoil of emotions, hormones and music. Sehun could clearly remember the first time he had seen Luhan. Sehun had witnessed the younger male slam his car door in frustration and consequently drop the keys from his overfull hands. He had watched in amusement as the blondie screamed wantonly at the items tumbling from his arms and kick his rusty car- proceeding to jump and wail in pain. He had trudged upstairs to the apartment next door with his small collection of battered boxes. The only meaningful possession, in material and sentimental value, he owned was a gorgeous old piano, which he spent hours playing beautiful pieces on. Sehun would sit with his back to his wall, a glass of rum and coke in his hands, head resting against the peeling wallpaper as he listened to the melodies wafting through.
"It's so pretty." Breathed Luhan, running his dainty fingers along the keys. "Probably the most pretty thing I've ever seen." At this he glanced quickly up at Sehun's smiling face, blushing pink from whatever thoughts were running through his head. He shook his head gently, continuing. "I inherited it from my grandma. She never cared that I was gay. She loved me all the same. My family managed to write me almost completely out of the will, scared that I would get a piece of granny's money. But they never managed to convince her that this piano belonged anywhere but with with me. I don't care, money is meaningless- but music? Music withstands time, it speaks for every emotion and great tragedy, it speaks a universal language that unites all cultures despite our fervent desire to destroy each other. Every key is a memory of a time sat on this bench with granny, her awesome cookies and her massive, bejewelled rings." He giggled softly to himself.
Sehun couldn't help himself. He leaned forward, taking one of Luhan's tiny hands in his own large ones. He kissed each finger before leaning down to kiss Luhan's smooth forehead. Luhan bit his lip, eyes closed as he treasured the moment. Smiling, Sehun kissed him softly on his plush lips.
Their love had been cliché, a little wild but mostly heartfelt. Two drifting, broken humans who had collided and clung on to each other desperately, hoping to find a cocoon of peace in their stormy lives.
A minute spent in Luhan's presence was Sehun's elixir of life.
Who needed a book, a useless, unwanted book just like his many other rejects, to tell him of his beautiful love?
But.
But, his curiousity was the ragged, dirty blade that slit the cat's throat.
His hands finally found the curling pages amongst his never ending pile of stories 'left for later'. He could practically smell the devil's black magic soaked into the words. How else would life be born from ink? God doesn't grant wishes, but the darkness, however, always those in times of need. The devil gladly gave his full support in the form of this most tantalisingly diabolic gift.
'The Stranger' was dusty but intact. Sehun thumbed through the dusty pages with fondness, each line describing a well enjoyed time with Luhan.
Luhan moaned lusciously, throwing his head back in defeat. His hands twisted in Sehun's golden hair.
Sehun blew cold air onto Luhan's nipple, smirking as the boy wriggled in pleasure. He took the pink nub into his mouth, swirling his tongue.
"Sehunnie..." Luhan tugged on Sehun's hair, making the man look up to meet his gaze. He looked at Luhan's half lidded eyes, his beautiful eyes, his ethereal features and desperate expression.
Sehun grabbed Luhan's clothed groin roughly, watching the pleasure seep into his eyes, the musical whine bubble from between his pretty lips.
"You're mine, Lu- Mine." He whispered into Luhan's ear as he slowly pulled the boy's sweatpants down. Luhan nodded numbly, biting his lip as Sehun's warm, rough hand encased his cock, tugging sluggishly. Sehun kissed Luhan just below the ear, moving down to his hips, pumping leisurely.
Sehun kissed along Luhan's hip bone, humming a small tune of contentment.
"I'm your's." Luhan agreed, whimpering at the feeling of a tongue running down his length. "Only your's."
Sehun's heart cracked at the smaller man's voice, his love and devotion to his baby too big for the small, beating organ.
He licked at the tip of Luhan's cock, tasting the sweet precum. With a hum, he enveloped the head in his mouth, relishing Luhan's sharp intake of breath.
With a 'pop' he came away, smirking at Luhan's little pleas and squirming movements.
He ran a hand down Luhan's pale side, painting invisible circles with his thumb. Sehun slowly took in Luhan's full length, bobbing his head as he gathered speed. Luhan was here, real, in the flesh, his- always his.
Sehun always wondered- did Luhan know he was a fictional character? His way of blindly, stumbling through life seemed too genuine.
Luhan wasn't home yet. He had left Sehun's boredom to fester. By now, there were less pages to read thsn ones read. His hands were gripping the edges harshly, nails ripping the paper. He flipped the page impatiently, tearing it with his rough action.
He swallowed, the gulp sounding loudly in the quiet apartment.
It was just a dumb book.
It had no relevance.
Luhan's worn out converse were flung by the door, a constant reminder to Sehun that he was real. He wasn't just another victim of his runaway imagination. The laces curled like snakes against the door, reminding Sehun of the snake in the Garden of Eden, whispering demonic things in Eve's unsuspecting ear.
There was one page left. Sehun couldn't taste his own mouth.
"The nurse picked up a splintered pencil in her dry, wrinkled hand." He read aloud, voice cracking. "Sighing, she printed the words on crisp paper. She had wrote these words a million times over but she always felt that it could have been avoided. 'Time of death: 23:15.' She flung it on the desk with more force than necessary. 'What bloodshed.' She muttered to herself. 'That poor boy.'"
Sehun was breathing heavily, eyes pinned to the door. It was getting late; Luhan should be home. They would laugh over the book's resemblance to Luhan and their time spent together, make jokes about Sehun being magic over a couple of drinks- whisky, dry on the rocks.
The glowing green numbers on the bedroom alarm clock flickered.
11:12pm.
Dark and sticky, like thick treacle. Gliding smoothly, the mephistophelian substance trickles.
The devil always had a price.
Author’s Note: :3
Title: The Manifestation
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,900
Prompt: Litost: a state of agony and torment created by the sudden sight of one's own misery
Warning/s: Talk of the devil and hints of a mentally fucked Sehun (it's not major or anything).
Before you start reading: I wrote to this :3
Dark and sticky, like thick treacle. Gliding smoothly, the mephistophelian substance trickles.
Strange, of course, starting a tale with a grim description of a droplet of blood. But it was important, it was vital to the existence of sehun. It was essential and priceless because it wasn't any normal, average, dreary human's blood- It was Luhan's.
Luhan, the core of every reason Sehun could muster of why he should live. Luhan was the essence of Sehun's smile, the energy behind every heartbeat. He was the very manifestation of 'the meaning of life'.
Sehun chose not to question Luhan's sudden entry into his life. He didn't question the man's mysterious appearance. He wasn't scared or alarmed because he knew Luhan; he had created Luhan.
Sehun didn't recognise him at first. How could he? How could Sehun's meager written descriptions ever fully depict the glory of his lovely Luhan? Luhan was the embodiment of beauty, a mere glance at his face left Sehun breathless.
Locks of glossy bleach-white hair framed his face charmingly, just the beginnings of black roots showing through the thick mane. He had luminescent, pale skin stretched over his lanky build, the smooth organ starting to show the summer sun's gentle kisses. His prized skinny hands, long fingers always gracefully dancing across the piano keys, were so fragile looking, like delicate porcelain. His bony wrist was never without his leather braided bracelet. His face was a work of art: a small curved nose, big glistening eyes decorated with sprigs of dark eyelashes, irises the colour of comforting earth. And, Sehun's favourite, small, pink lips that always stretched into a shining smile at the sight of Sehun, like he was hot chocolate on an icy winter's day.
Every second in Luhan's company was a sip of wine- delicious, warm, numbing and yet somehow sending tingles through his body.
His body responded to every motion of Luhan. It blasted it's heart into a pounding beat every time Luhan laughed with that beautiful smile and crinkles around his eyes, each time he made a childish joke, each time he blushed from Sehun's loving gaze.
How Luhan had managed to crawl from between the pages of Sehun's unpublished manuscript, Sehun didn't bother to guess at. He didn't ever want him to go back- he was far more enjoyable in the flesh.
Sehun had forgotten about the old book. One of many tattered manuscripts- one of the considerably smaller number of finished manuscripts. He had wrote it five- no, ten, ten years ago as a fresh teenager. Sehun couldn't remember how it ended. He chose not to know, watching the story unfold before him in real life was far more tempting.
Luhan's cry rebounded off every surface, his hot body trembling against the apartment's cold wall. His every nerve was high on the feeling on Sehun inside of him, finally. He leant forward, biting and suckling at Sehun's glorious collarbones.
"Lu..." Sehun's uncontrolled moan tumbled from his mouth.
Luhan nodded deliriously, trying to take in every millimetre of Sehun's perfection before him. The dark eyes, the small scar on his left cheek, the jaw sharp like a blade to his heart.
Sehun pulled out, hearing a second of Luhan's complaints before thrusting so sharply and deeply inside him that Luhan forgot what his name was. Luhan's moans, his incoherent mumbling, his red flushed face, his eyes slightly moist with tears. It was pain, pain mixed with pure pleasure to the point of death to all of his conscious thoughts. All of his mind concentrated on one thing, one thing only- Sehun, his godly Sehun. His.
Sehun could barely conceive his own existence because all he was was Luhan. His only purpose was to make Luhan happy, the only music worth listening to was the sounds that spilled from Luhan's seductive mouth. Luhan felt so real, he could feel Luhan so vividly. His fears that Luhan would slip from his grasp at any second were only sated in moments like these, when they were one, completely melded together in a mixture of carnal sex and love.
He had only realised Luhan was his character come to life a couple of months after they had met. He had witnessed each chaptered event fall perfectly in place, living out a story he had penned himself.
Luhan had tumbled into his life in a turmoil of emotions, hormones and music. Sehun could clearly remember the first time he had seen Luhan. Sehun had witnessed the younger male slam his car door in frustration and consequently drop the keys from his overfull hands. He had watched in amusement as the blondie screamed wantonly at the items tumbling from his arms and kick his rusty car- proceeding to jump and wail in pain. He had trudged upstairs to the apartment next door with his small collection of battered boxes. The only meaningful possession, in material and sentimental value, he owned was a gorgeous old piano, which he spent hours playing beautiful pieces on. Sehun would sit with his back to his wall, a glass of rum and coke in his hands, head resting against the peeling wallpaper as he listened to the melodies wafting through.
"It's so pretty." Breathed Luhan, running his dainty fingers along the keys. "Probably the most pretty thing I've ever seen." At this he glanced quickly up at Sehun's smiling face, blushing pink from whatever thoughts were running through his head. He shook his head gently, continuing. "I inherited it from my grandma. She never cared that I was gay. She loved me all the same. My family managed to write me almost completely out of the will, scared that I would get a piece of granny's money. But they never managed to convince her that this piano belonged anywhere but with with me. I don't care, money is meaningless- but music? Music withstands time, it speaks for every emotion and great tragedy, it speaks a universal language that unites all cultures despite our fervent desire to destroy each other. Every key is a memory of a time sat on this bench with granny, her awesome cookies and her massive, bejewelled rings." He giggled softly to himself.
Sehun couldn't help himself. He leaned forward, taking one of Luhan's tiny hands in his own large ones. He kissed each finger before leaning down to kiss Luhan's smooth forehead. Luhan bit his lip, eyes closed as he treasured the moment. Smiling, Sehun kissed him softly on his plush lips.
Their love had been cliché, a little wild but mostly heartfelt. Two drifting, broken humans who had collided and clung on to each other desperately, hoping to find a cocoon of peace in their stormy lives.
A minute spent in Luhan's presence was Sehun's elixir of life.
Who needed a book, a useless, unwanted book just like his many other rejects, to tell him of his beautiful love?
But.
But, his curiousity was the ragged, dirty blade that slit the cat's throat.
His hands finally found the curling pages amongst his never ending pile of stories 'left for later'. He could practically smell the devil's black magic soaked into the words. How else would life be born from ink? God doesn't grant wishes, but the darkness, however, always those in times of need. The devil gladly gave his full support in the form of this most tantalisingly diabolic gift.
'The Stranger' was dusty but intact. Sehun thumbed through the dusty pages with fondness, each line describing a well enjoyed time with Luhan.
Luhan moaned lusciously, throwing his head back in defeat. His hands twisted in Sehun's golden hair.
Sehun blew cold air onto Luhan's nipple, smirking as the boy wriggled in pleasure. He took the pink nub into his mouth, swirling his tongue.
"Sehunnie..." Luhan tugged on Sehun's hair, making the man look up to meet his gaze. He looked at Luhan's half lidded eyes, his beautiful eyes, his ethereal features and desperate expression.
Sehun grabbed Luhan's clothed groin roughly, watching the pleasure seep into his eyes, the musical whine bubble from between his pretty lips.
"You're mine, Lu- Mine." He whispered into Luhan's ear as he slowly pulled the boy's sweatpants down. Luhan nodded numbly, biting his lip as Sehun's warm, rough hand encased his cock, tugging sluggishly. Sehun kissed Luhan just below the ear, moving down to his hips, pumping leisurely.
Sehun kissed along Luhan's hip bone, humming a small tune of contentment.
"I'm your's." Luhan agreed, whimpering at the feeling of a tongue running down his length. "Only your's."
Sehun's heart cracked at the smaller man's voice, his love and devotion to his baby too big for the small, beating organ.
He licked at the tip of Luhan's cock, tasting the sweet precum. With a hum, he enveloped the head in his mouth, relishing Luhan's sharp intake of breath.
With a 'pop' he came away, smirking at Luhan's little pleas and squirming movements.
He ran a hand down Luhan's pale side, painting invisible circles with his thumb. Sehun slowly took in Luhan's full length, bobbing his head as he gathered speed. Luhan was here, real, in the flesh, his- always his.
Sehun always wondered- did Luhan know he was a fictional character? His way of blindly, stumbling through life seemed too genuine.
Luhan wasn't home yet. He had left Sehun's boredom to fester. By now, there were less pages to read thsn ones read. His hands were gripping the edges harshly, nails ripping the paper. He flipped the page impatiently, tearing it with his rough action.
He swallowed, the gulp sounding loudly in the quiet apartment.
It was just a dumb book.
It had no relevance.
Luhan's worn out converse were flung by the door, a constant reminder to Sehun that he was real. He wasn't just another victim of his runaway imagination. The laces curled like snakes against the door, reminding Sehun of the snake in the Garden of Eden, whispering demonic things in Eve's unsuspecting ear.
There was one page left. Sehun couldn't taste his own mouth.
"The nurse picked up a splintered pencil in her dry, wrinkled hand." He read aloud, voice cracking. "Sighing, she printed the words on crisp paper. She had wrote these words a million times over but she always felt that it could have been avoided. 'Time of death: 23:15.' She flung it on the desk with more force than necessary. 'What bloodshed.' She muttered to herself. 'That poor boy.'"
Sehun was breathing heavily, eyes pinned to the door. It was getting late; Luhan should be home. They would laugh over the book's resemblance to Luhan and their time spent together, make jokes about Sehun being magic over a couple of drinks- whisky, dry on the rocks.
The glowing green numbers on the bedroom alarm clock flickered.
11:12pm.
Dark and sticky, like thick treacle. Gliding smoothly, the mephistophelian substance trickles.
The devil always had a price.
Author’s Note: :3