Fic: Touch my scars (part V of yet the same darned thing)
1. (Theme #3) The sound of a fan
2. (theme #8) Rusty chains
3. (Theme #14) A fine, unsmudged line
4. (theme #2) Leather whip
5. (Theme #18) Touch my scars
6. (theme #4) Candlestick
7. (theme #21) Power
Title: Touch my scars(X-posted to 30_evil_deeds)
Word count: *sigh* I forgot to count and I don't feel like opening the file again, so "unknown"
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya belongs to M. Kurumada, Toei and some others. No offense meant.
As the evening turned into night, Deathmask went in and out of blessed unconsciousness a handful of times, only to be wakened by a rather rough Pisces Saint. When the whipping halted, Deathmask congratulated himself on getting through it without giving in to the other man’s suggestions of how much easier things would be if he would just be more compliant. Whatever Pisces could have in store now, it had to be better than the sharp ends of that wretched thing.
The smirk on his face disappeared when he realized that Aphrodite had stopped only to reapply the poison on the whip. The leather was sticky with dried blood and the freshly applied liquid dripped off on the floor, cleaning the edges of the whip’s scales. The muscles on his stomach twitched at the idea of getting another go at the re-sharpened ends of the weapon, and when Aphrodite uncoiled the whip he trashed and screamed, trying again to break free of the chains.
- So, how is your fear of the whip coming?
The lashing went straight to his face this time, and Deathmask cried out in pain.
- Ready to admit you’ve had enough?
- Fuck you and your damned whip, Pisces, go to…
- Hell, I know. Go to hell.
The whip fell again on his face, carefully avoiding the eyes and retracing the previous blow’s path. The burning on his skin knew new highs as more followed, and when Aphrodite approached Deathmask was already sobbing.
- Wanna go on a little longer? I thought not.
Appreciative fingers followed the red lines on Deathmask’s face, stopping on the lips long enough for the other to understand what was expected of him. Timidly at first but soon avidly, Deathmask licked the offered hand. A certain feeling of despair grew in his chest when Aphrodite turned to the cupboard, but it quickly changed into surprise when Pisces came back with a rather big candlestick.
- Lick, Crabby.
- The candle? I don’t understand, Aphrodite…
- Yeah, the candle. And I think you meant “master”
- Aphrod…
A well-placed kick on the whip’s end returned it to Pisces’ hands, who used the handle to deliver a blow between Deathmask’s eyes.
- Lick.
- Yes…master. Deathmask wasn’t certain what tasted so bitter, the blood dripping down his face on his lips or the word.
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Saint Seiya is the property of M. Kurumada, Toei and possibly some others. No infringement or disrespect is intended by this non-profit, non-commercial amateur work of fan fiction, which is not published for profit or material gain. The author and the posters have no intent to infringe any intellectual property rights held by the owners of existing copyrights in Saint Seiya or its derivative works
2. (theme #8) Rusty chains
3. (Theme #14) A fine, unsmudged line
4. (theme #2) Leather whip
5. (Theme #18) Touch my scars
6. (theme #4) Candlestick
7. (theme #21) Power
Title: Touch my scars(X-posted to 30_evil_deeds)
Word count: *sigh* I forgot to count and I don't feel like opening the file again, so "unknown"
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya belongs to M. Kurumada, Toei and some others. No offense meant.
As the evening turned into night, Deathmask went in and out of blessed unconsciousness a handful of times, only to be wakened by a rather rough Pisces Saint. When the whipping halted, Deathmask congratulated himself on getting through it without giving in to the other man’s suggestions of how much easier things would be if he would just be more compliant. Whatever Pisces could have in store now, it had to be better than the sharp ends of that wretched thing.
The smirk on his face disappeared when he realized that Aphrodite had stopped only to reapply the poison on the whip. The leather was sticky with dried blood and the freshly applied liquid dripped off on the floor, cleaning the edges of the whip’s scales. The muscles on his stomach twitched at the idea of getting another go at the re-sharpened ends of the weapon, and when Aphrodite uncoiled the whip he trashed and screamed, trying again to break free of the chains.
- So, how is your fear of the whip coming?
The lashing went straight to his face this time, and Deathmask cried out in pain.
- Ready to admit you’ve had enough?
- Fuck you and your damned whip, Pisces, go to…
- Hell, I know. Go to hell.
The whip fell again on his face, carefully avoiding the eyes and retracing the previous blow’s path. The burning on his skin knew new highs as more followed, and when Aphrodite approached Deathmask was already sobbing.
- Wanna go on a little longer? I thought not.
Appreciative fingers followed the red lines on Deathmask’s face, stopping on the lips long enough for the other to understand what was expected of him. Timidly at first but soon avidly, Deathmask licked the offered hand. A certain feeling of despair grew in his chest when Aphrodite turned to the cupboard, but it quickly changed into surprise when Pisces came back with a rather big candlestick.
- Lick, Crabby.
- The candle? I don’t understand, Aphrodite…
- Yeah, the candle. And I think you meant “master”
- Aphrod…
A well-placed kick on the whip’s end returned it to Pisces’ hands, who used the handle to deliver a blow between Deathmask’s eyes.
- Lick.
- Yes…master. Deathmask wasn’t certain what tasted so bitter, the blood dripping down his face on his lips or the word.
~~~~~~~
Saint Seiya is the property of M. Kurumada, Toei and possibly some others. No infringement or disrespect is intended by this non-profit, non-commercial amateur work of fan fiction, which is not published for profit or material gain. The author and the posters have no intent to infringe any intellectual property rights held by the owners of existing copyrights in Saint Seiya or its derivative works