Fic + Manip: "Play"
Title: Play
Author: magnavox_23
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They're not mine I just use them from time to time and promise to give them back in perfect working order...eventually ;)
Summary: Mac/Murdoc, a neotantric booty call...
Season/Spoiler info: none
Author's notes: Dedicated to my now deceased childhood and inspired by the Michael Des Barres music video for 'Money Don't Come Easy' courtesy of the incorrigible strg8g33k...
Bad news has always girdled Mac's life. Some times it binds him so tightly like cords digging into his flesh. He has fought the good fight, tooth & nail, paper clip & gum wrapper... But tonight, 'evil' holds him in its embrace once more. Strong well-toned muscled arms across his pectorals and around his waist hold him firmly.
Mac breathes deeply.
Murdoc is at his back.
No words, just the intake and expulsion of breath, whisps of air play in Mac's long tangled hair. The warmth at his back, the bulge that rests against his backside - evil wants him to play. Dance the line, Mac. You will not deny evil's place in the world, inside you.
Mac's eyes are closed. He can feel Murdoc melting into him, heat and temptation, play.
Candlelight flickers.
Murdoc's slow questing fingers, asps, move down his torso to slide through short wirey hairs and caress sensitive skin. Mac slowly tilts his head back in acquiesce, offering his body to the fight. Heat envelops him, cradles him as he feels Murdoc fully erect, Kundalini's kiss.
Mac accepts evil's touch and he spills forth, giving in.
Fight.
His sight is poor in the darkened room as the fire behind his eyelids fades. He sits alone.
Author: magnavox_23
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They're not mine I just use them from time to time and promise to give them back in perfect working order...eventually ;)
Summary: Mac/Murdoc, a neotantric booty call...
Season/Spoiler info: none
Author's notes: Dedicated to my now deceased childhood and inspired by the Michael Des Barres music video for 'Money Don't Come Easy' courtesy of the incorrigible strg8g33k...
Bad news has always girdled Mac's life. Some times it binds him so tightly like cords digging into his flesh. He has fought the good fight, tooth & nail, paper clip & gum wrapper... But tonight, 'evil' holds him in its embrace once more. Strong well-toned muscled arms across his pectorals and around his waist hold him firmly.
Mac breathes deeply.
Murdoc is at his back.
No words, just the intake and expulsion of breath, whisps of air play in Mac's long tangled hair. The warmth at his back, the bulge that rests against his backside - evil wants him to play. Dance the line, Mac. You will not deny evil's place in the world, inside you.
Mac's eyes are closed. He can feel Murdoc melting into him, heat and temptation, play.
Candlelight flickers.
Murdoc's slow questing fingers, asps, move down his torso to slide through short wirey hairs and caress sensitive skin. Mac slowly tilts his head back in acquiesce, offering his body to the fight. Heat envelops him, cradles him as he feels Murdoc fully erect, Kundalini's kiss.
Mac accepts evil's touch and he spills forth, giving in.
Fight.
His sight is poor in the darkened room as the fire behind his eyelids fades. He sits alone.
