Fic: Shadowed Hand (1/1 Forever Knight)
Was puttering around, and remembered I actually posted this over on one of my lists. So I went and looked it up and sure enough, it was still there. Damn, this is old. I think this is circa 2001, but I'm not sure. I don't remember if I posted it immediately after writing it or not.
Also, I thought I should mention that while I've read...a lot of the fanfic, I've only seen bits and pieces of the actual show. Read at your own risk. (It's short, about the length of your typical chapter of OI&E.)
TITLE: Shadowed Hand
PAIRING: Nick/Nat, Nick/Lacroix
RATING: FRAO
CATEGORY: Um, dunno what's considered categories in FK fanfic; Nick's reaction to recovering his 'humanity' if that helps.
ARCHIVE: No thank you
DISCLAIMER: Please don't sue; I don't own em, or much else, either...
NOTES: This was written in response to James Walkswithwind's story The Cross, but stands on its own. Actually, other than that remark, it has little to do with The Cross, but I thought I should mention it.
Nick twisted, phantom hands running along his body, turning his nerves to fire. Helpless not to respond, the pleasure ached within him, burning, destroying as it washed through him, yet another piece of humanity denied him, turned to ashes to crack and crumble through his fingers. Desire became an agony, skin sweat-slick, seeking those hands that tortured him, desperate for the pleasure/pain release that would put an end to the torment, if only for the time being. He could not enjoy it, could not find surcease under the soft, caring hands of his human lover, the woman he'd given everything he was up for.
"Please..." he whimpered, not knowing whether he was begging for the Nat in his dreams to continue or to leave him alone to be with his memories, all he had left. "Please..." A tear escaped him as he reached out, trying to return the caresses as if it would rush them to the end and leave him panting in the aftermath, feeling dirty and used.
"Shhh..." a painfully familiar voice urged, tenderly restraining him, the hands growing larger, square, calloused.
Nick surrendered, letting the pain go, giving himself up as an offering he was only too prepared to make in the light of day, but could only in the dark of night, in the unreality of his own dreams. Passion twisted through him, binding him in shining threads of love and want, filling his torn soul. He writhed in pleasure, seeking those hands that knew all the places that drove him mad, wanting the sweet torment to continue endlessly.
A strangled moan slipped from him as cool lips brushed his jaw, parting to let sharp teeth scrape his throat; Nick's body arched in release as they broke the skin, blood spurting. Strong arms gathered him up, pressed him to a muscular chest and soothed him as the shudders wracked his body, tremors making him weak.
Finally Nick's breathing slowed, eyes shut tightly against the pain that swamped him. "Please..." Again, he didn't know what he was asking for: his father to accept him back into the fold? This comforting interlude to continue indefinitely? Something else entirely? Whatever he did want, it was not to be, and he slipped into an uneasy slumber, unsure of what would greet him under the light of the sun.
The sun still burned him, charred him, even if only in his heart.
~~~
Nat stirred, wakened by Nick's shifting around in bed against her. She opened her eyes and stared at the darkened ceiling, listening to her lover's soft pleas and wondered what he was asking for, what the desperation in his voice was for.
'When are you going to admit this was a mistake, Nick? When are you going to go back to him?' she thought miserably to herself, knowing that when the time came, she would be strong enough to give him up, to let him live again, but until he did it for himself, she would take from him what she could. 'Am I selfish to want you for myself, even knowing what I do now? That you can never belong to me, no matter how much you might want to? You always belonged to him, Nick, you will always belong to him. Why couldn't I see that? Why did I have to make you suffer?' She turned her head away in shame, letting scalding tears drip into the pillow.
"Please..." Nick's hoarse, pained voice cut through the silence.
The simple plea seemed to say it all.
~~~the end~~~
Also, I thought I should mention that while I've read...a lot of the fanfic, I've only seen bits and pieces of the actual show. Read at your own risk. (It's short, about the length of your typical chapter of OI&E.)
TITLE: Shadowed Hand
PAIRING: Nick/Nat, Nick/Lacroix
RATING: FRAO
CATEGORY: Um, dunno what's considered categories in FK fanfic; Nick's reaction to recovering his 'humanity' if that helps.
ARCHIVE: No thank you
DISCLAIMER: Please don't sue; I don't own em, or much else, either...
NOTES: This was written in response to James Walkswithwind's story The Cross, but stands on its own. Actually, other than that remark, it has little to do with The Cross, but I thought I should mention it.
Nick twisted, phantom hands running along his body, turning his nerves to fire. Helpless not to respond, the pleasure ached within him, burning, destroying as it washed through him, yet another piece of humanity denied him, turned to ashes to crack and crumble through his fingers. Desire became an agony, skin sweat-slick, seeking those hands that tortured him, desperate for the pleasure/pain release that would put an end to the torment, if only for the time being. He could not enjoy it, could not find surcease under the soft, caring hands of his human lover, the woman he'd given everything he was up for.
"Please..." he whimpered, not knowing whether he was begging for the Nat in his dreams to continue or to leave him alone to be with his memories, all he had left. "Please..." A tear escaped him as he reached out, trying to return the caresses as if it would rush them to the end and leave him panting in the aftermath, feeling dirty and used.
"Shhh..." a painfully familiar voice urged, tenderly restraining him, the hands growing larger, square, calloused.
Nick surrendered, letting the pain go, giving himself up as an offering he was only too prepared to make in the light of day, but could only in the dark of night, in the unreality of his own dreams. Passion twisted through him, binding him in shining threads of love and want, filling his torn soul. He writhed in pleasure, seeking those hands that knew all the places that drove him mad, wanting the sweet torment to continue endlessly.
A strangled moan slipped from him as cool lips brushed his jaw, parting to let sharp teeth scrape his throat; Nick's body arched in release as they broke the skin, blood spurting. Strong arms gathered him up, pressed him to a muscular chest and soothed him as the shudders wracked his body, tremors making him weak.
Finally Nick's breathing slowed, eyes shut tightly against the pain that swamped him. "Please..." Again, he didn't know what he was asking for: his father to accept him back into the fold? This comforting interlude to continue indefinitely? Something else entirely? Whatever he did want, it was not to be, and he slipped into an uneasy slumber, unsure of what would greet him under the light of the sun.
The sun still burned him, charred him, even if only in his heart.
~~~
Nat stirred, wakened by Nick's shifting around in bed against her. She opened her eyes and stared at the darkened ceiling, listening to her lover's soft pleas and wondered what he was asking for, what the desperation in his voice was for.
'When are you going to admit this was a mistake, Nick? When are you going to go back to him?' she thought miserably to herself, knowing that when the time came, she would be strong enough to give him up, to let him live again, but until he did it for himself, she would take from him what she could. 'Am I selfish to want you for myself, even knowing what I do now? That you can never belong to me, no matter how much you might want to? You always belonged to him, Nick, you will always belong to him. Why couldn't I see that? Why did I have to make you suffer?' She turned her head away in shame, letting scalding tears drip into the pillow.
"Please..." Nick's hoarse, pained voice cut through the silence.
The simple plea seemed to say it all.
~~~the end~~~