"Not a Hallucination" - FH AU Porn
NC-17 liek whoa.
Fandom High AU Fic
Characters: The prompt was Bel/Cally. I added some more. I don't want to ruin the surprise.
Disclaimers: PORN. I don't own the characters. And this is what happen when I write fic in the dark on a plane.
"She swam away," Bel said, trying his damnedest not to cry. "She actually swam away." He was sitting on the edge of his bed, twisting and wringing his hands.
Cally though this was all terribly awkward. She had no idea how you comforted a reformed demon whose girlfriend just left him because she turned into a mermaid. She just decided that the old standby was the best plan.
Hugging a poor demon wasn't any weirder than anything else she'd done during her time at Fandom High. It was definitely less crazy than the time she'd attempted to cuddle the Baby Jesus gremlin.
However, when Bel's hand slipped down to squeeze her ass she wondered if this had been a good idea after all.
"What are you--" Cally's objection was interrupted as Bel pulled her into a hard, probing kiss. She struggled for a second, then gave, her hands quickly pressing against his back, slipping under his shirt, brushing against the bare skin.
Bel wasn't sure what he was doing, why he was doing it. This wasn't Phoebe. She didn't smell like Phoebe, didn't kiss like Phoebe, didn't taste like Phoebe.
Maybe it was just so he could feel something other than the gnawing pit of loss in his stomach.
Whichever, whatever, whyever, Bel found his hands pulling almost angrily at the button of Cally's jeans, yanking it open and nearly tearing the zipper clean off as he pulled it down. His hand instantly went inside, rubbing against the soft fabric of her panties.
Cally let out a whimper against Bel's lips, before digging her fingernails into his back. Her breath was quickening, her reasoning and caution long since thrown to the wind.
"Harder," Bel growled, reaching a hand up to Cally's breasts. All too quickly his patience wore and he tore at the shirt, ripping it open with one hand, the other still rubbing and teasing against her panties.
"Ow," Cally said. "I coulda--"
"Too slow," Bel said, ducking his head to kiss between her breasts, his breath warm and wet against her skin. Cally decided that turnabout was fair play, and tore open the white t-shirt to expose the demon's chest. Bel chuckled before pulling both hands to Cally's waist. "Lose the bra," he said.
"Say please," Cally teased.
"Now," Bel said, unbuttoning his own jeans, slipping them and his briefs off with one quick motion, exposing his hard, erect cock.
"Whoa, okay," Cally said quickly, unfastening the bra and tossing it aside. Her hands dragged slowly down Bel's chest, pressing a fingernail in every so often, to make him suck in a quick breath each time. She kissed at his waist, before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, teasing her tongue against the tip.
Bel smirked, suddenly very glad he hadn't torn the tie from her hair. The ponytail made for an excellent grip as he entangled his hand in her brunette locks. He had exactly the amount of control he liked, able to--
Oh god, Phoebe never does that.
Cally's eyes were deadlocked on Bel's, watching exactly for his reaction as she drew her tongue methodically along the underside of his shaft, he hand cupping and massaging at his balls as she did so.
How could Anders possible have thought about--
Bel had a very bad idea. And while he could have been perfectly content with getting better acquainted with all Cally had to offer. . .
He reached down with his free hand to take hold of her's. While Cally was surprised at hat she assumed was a gesture of intimacy, she took it and quickly intertwined her fingers with his.
And then they shimmered.
"Oh dear lord, what the hell?!" Angel exclaimed, sitting up in his bed.
"Uh, hi," Bel said, suddenly unsure of his plan.
Cally, on the other hand, merely waved awkwardly. Her mom had always told her it was rude to talk with your mouth full, and it was very full at that moment with Bel's cock.
"I'm having a bad dream," Angel said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to close my eyes. Please, please don't be here when I open them."
"Heeeeey," Cally said in protest, having disentangled herself from Bel's genitalia.
"Cally, I'm going to pretend this just didn't hap--" Angel suddenly eeped as he felt the hand on his crotch. "God, Bel, you have got to be--" This time, he was interrupted by Bel's mouth against his own.
"Great, I've helped another boy on his path to other boys," Cally grumbled, eyeing Angel's wardrobe and wondering how baggy his clothes would be on here. Angel pushed Bel away for a split-second, enough to get out a few words.
"You're not going anywhere. No way I'm doing thing alo--" Bel again shoved his lips against Angel's, cutting off his sentence by entwining their tongues. Angel did the only thing that made any sense, given the circumstances. He reached with one hand to pull Cally into the tangle of bodies, while his other hand reached down to begin stroking at Bel's cock.
Bel's enthusiasm got the best of him, tearing at Angel's pajamas, ripping them away as fast as he could, pressing his own hard body against the cool undead flesh, groaning and grunting in anticipation.
"Those were handmade," Angel said with a smirk, grabbing hold of Bel's hips and turning him around. "I guess I'll just have to take it out--"
"Shut up and fuck me," Bel growled.
"You just be nice and not leave the girl out of this." Angel spat down, wetting the demon's ass, getting it ready, teasing it with a finger. Then he quickly shoved his cock inside, making Bel gasp for a second before he buried his face between Cally's legs.
The bodies entangled, groping, licking, kissing, sweating, moaning, coming.
-----
The three sat, shoulder to shoulder, naked. The half-soaked sheets were haphazardly pulled over them.
"You will tell nobody," Angel said.
"Agreed," Bel said.
Cally didn't even have a chance to say anything before the door to the room opened suddenly.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead," Callisto said, walking in. "I flew out. . ." She stopped and stared, trembling with rage.
"Oh, frak," Cally said.
Bel grabbed for Angel's hand and shimmered away.
"Oh, double frak," Call said.
"Run," Callisto said, disturbingly calm. "Run fast. Run hard. Hope that after I kill the boys I am satisfied."
-----
Logan Echolls always assumed he had been hallucinating, the night he saw a naked Veruca Cally run past his door.
He was wrong in that assumption, of course.
fin
[Comments are still shiny happy love. And sorry about the spam again]
Fandom High AU Fic
Characters: The prompt was Bel/Cally. I added some more. I don't want to ruin the surprise.
Disclaimers: PORN. I don't own the characters. And this is what happen when I write fic in the dark on a plane.
"She swam away," Bel said, trying his damnedest not to cry. "She actually swam away." He was sitting on the edge of his bed, twisting and wringing his hands.
Cally though this was all terribly awkward. She had no idea how you comforted a reformed demon whose girlfriend just left him because she turned into a mermaid. She just decided that the old standby was the best plan.
Hugging a poor demon wasn't any weirder than anything else she'd done during her time at Fandom High. It was definitely less crazy than the time she'd attempted to cuddle the Baby Jesus gremlin.
However, when Bel's hand slipped down to squeeze her ass she wondered if this had been a good idea after all.
"What are you--" Cally's objection was interrupted as Bel pulled her into a hard, probing kiss. She struggled for a second, then gave, her hands quickly pressing against his back, slipping under his shirt, brushing against the bare skin.
Bel wasn't sure what he was doing, why he was doing it. This wasn't Phoebe. She didn't smell like Phoebe, didn't kiss like Phoebe, didn't taste like Phoebe.
Maybe it was just so he could feel something other than the gnawing pit of loss in his stomach.
Whichever, whatever, whyever, Bel found his hands pulling almost angrily at the button of Cally's jeans, yanking it open and nearly tearing the zipper clean off as he pulled it down. His hand instantly went inside, rubbing against the soft fabric of her panties.
Cally let out a whimper against Bel's lips, before digging her fingernails into his back. Her breath was quickening, her reasoning and caution long since thrown to the wind.
"Harder," Bel growled, reaching a hand up to Cally's breasts. All too quickly his patience wore and he tore at the shirt, ripping it open with one hand, the other still rubbing and teasing against her panties.
"Ow," Cally said. "I coulda--"
"Too slow," Bel said, ducking his head to kiss between her breasts, his breath warm and wet against her skin. Cally decided that turnabout was fair play, and tore open the white t-shirt to expose the demon's chest. Bel chuckled before pulling both hands to Cally's waist. "Lose the bra," he said.
"Say please," Cally teased.
"Now," Bel said, unbuttoning his own jeans, slipping them and his briefs off with one quick motion, exposing his hard, erect cock.
"Whoa, okay," Cally said quickly, unfastening the bra and tossing it aside. Her hands dragged slowly down Bel's chest, pressing a fingernail in every so often, to make him suck in a quick breath each time. She kissed at his waist, before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, teasing her tongue against the tip.
Bel smirked, suddenly very glad he hadn't torn the tie from her hair. The ponytail made for an excellent grip as he entangled his hand in her brunette locks. He had exactly the amount of control he liked, able to--
Oh god, Phoebe never does that.
Cally's eyes were deadlocked on Bel's, watching exactly for his reaction as she drew her tongue methodically along the underside of his shaft, he hand cupping and massaging at his balls as she did so.
How could Anders possible have thought about--
Bel had a very bad idea. And while he could have been perfectly content with getting better acquainted with all Cally had to offer. . .
He reached down with his free hand to take hold of her's. While Cally was surprised at hat she assumed was a gesture of intimacy, she took it and quickly intertwined her fingers with his.
And then they shimmered.
"Oh dear lord, what the hell?!" Angel exclaimed, sitting up in his bed.
"Uh, hi," Bel said, suddenly unsure of his plan.
Cally, on the other hand, merely waved awkwardly. Her mom had always told her it was rude to talk with your mouth full, and it was very full at that moment with Bel's cock.
"I'm having a bad dream," Angel said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to close my eyes. Please, please don't be here when I open them."
"Heeeeey," Cally said in protest, having disentangled herself from Bel's genitalia.
"Cally, I'm going to pretend this just didn't hap--" Angel suddenly eeped as he felt the hand on his crotch. "God, Bel, you have got to be--" This time, he was interrupted by Bel's mouth against his own.
"Great, I've helped another boy on his path to other boys," Cally grumbled, eyeing Angel's wardrobe and wondering how baggy his clothes would be on here. Angel pushed Bel away for a split-second, enough to get out a few words.
"You're not going anywhere. No way I'm doing thing alo--" Bel again shoved his lips against Angel's, cutting off his sentence by entwining their tongues. Angel did the only thing that made any sense, given the circumstances. He reached with one hand to pull Cally into the tangle of bodies, while his other hand reached down to begin stroking at Bel's cock.
Bel's enthusiasm got the best of him, tearing at Angel's pajamas, ripping them away as fast as he could, pressing his own hard body against the cool undead flesh, groaning and grunting in anticipation.
"Those were handmade," Angel said with a smirk, grabbing hold of Bel's hips and turning him around. "I guess I'll just have to take it out--"
"Shut up and fuck me," Bel growled.
"You just be nice and not leave the girl out of this." Angel spat down, wetting the demon's ass, getting it ready, teasing it with a finger. Then he quickly shoved his cock inside, making Bel gasp for a second before he buried his face between Cally's legs.
The bodies entangled, groping, licking, kissing, sweating, moaning, coming.
-----
The three sat, shoulder to shoulder, naked. The half-soaked sheets were haphazardly pulled over them.
"You will tell nobody," Angel said.
"Agreed," Bel said.
Cally didn't even have a chance to say anything before the door to the room opened suddenly.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead," Callisto said, walking in. "I flew out. . ." She stopped and stared, trembling with rage.
"Oh, frak," Cally said.
Bel grabbed for Angel's hand and shimmered away.
"Oh, double frak," Call said.
"Run," Callisto said, disturbingly calm. "Run fast. Run hard. Hope that after I kill the boys I am satisfied."
-----
Logan Echolls always assumed he had been hallucinating, the night he saw a naked Veruca Cally run past his door.
He was wrong in that assumption, of course.
fin
[Comments are still shiny happy love. And sorry about the spam again]