Fic: Candlestick (part VI of long forgotten fic)
Ehem, it's been a while, I know. Lots of things kinda happened and I didn't feel like finishing this.
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: Candlestick (X-posted to 30_evil_deeds)
word count: 790
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya belongs to M. Kurumada, Toei and some others. No offense meant
Warning: some non-con and yaoi. Please don't read if those offend you/are not appropriate
Candlestick
The candlestick was a rather big one, roughly a couple of handspans in length and thick as those one often sees in old churches. The taste of wax and smoke made him gag as Pisces pushed it deeper into his throat.
Aphrodite pulled the candle out and spoke to the other man soothingly “It’s all right, Deathmask. You’re doing it really well. Just a bit longer now."
With his lips tightly pressed together so as not to drop the candle and the bright red marks of the whip on his face, chest and stomach, Deathmask was truly a sight to behold, at least in Pisces’ opinion. So it was only sighing that he circled out of sight, the dark wooden of the broken table hiding the body of his captive.
Cancer hardly felt the blow when the tabletop disintegrated at his back, so precise it was. The chains gave out a bit as the joints to the wood fell apart, and Deathmask fell forwards a few inches, knees bent. The trembling of the body became more apparent without the firm surface to hold it, and Pisces nodded in approval before running his hands over the other’s hair, neck and back. The timing was just right, a little more and the proud Cancer Saint would be no more.
Shirt and pants were torn easily enough and fell in a neat pile at the feet of the bounded saint. If Deathmask felt any shame or rage at being naked and chained, he was too spent to show and at this point Aphrodite had too many things in his mind to care.
He pressed his body closer to the other’s, running a hand up his spine and around the neck.
-How are you holding up, dearest? Oh, the candle, I understand… let me help you with that.
Softly, as if caressing a lover, Aphrodite took the candle in his hands and out of Cancer’s mouth, his other hand still stroking his hair soothingly.
-I’m sorry this party didn’t turn out just how you expected it, but it’s still your birthday. And no birthday can be perfect without a candle. I haven’t got a cake…
The poison, the pain and the soft, low words were having an effect in Deathmask, who felt as if he was just floating in some unknown space. He struggled with the words, but this was his chance to get out of the nightmare the evening had become.
-T’is all rai..right. Thank you for … the party.
The chains holding his arms were being lowered and a tiny voice in his head screamed that this was the time for revenge. But the hand around his neck tightened its grip, and the fear and powerlessness drowned the want for payback.
He felt more than heard the rustling of chains as they were thrown around his waist and into a hook in the ceiling. When the latest set of chains was tight, blood starting flowing down into Deathmask’s face, who was now with his head inches away from the floor.
Aphrodite patted amiably the naked buttocks, currently the highest point in his captive’s anatomy. The candle was conveniently wet, and it wasn’t hard to ignore the broken sobs and noes of the man he had been playing with for hours.
Careful to prevent the wax from breaking, he pushed it slowly into Deathmask, working it harder when the screams subsided to whimpers.
When he finally lit the candle and started singing “happy birthday” in his feminine, mocking voice, Deathmask rattled -struggling to find enough courage in himself to tell Aphrodite off.
Minutes went by, with Aphrodite singing the stupid song several times and even cheering and clapping once. He finally sat down on the floor, right in front of Cancer’s face. When he offered his hand again, saying what a pretty sight he was, with that bright cheerful light coming out of his ass, Deathmask tried to bit him.
- Careful now, honey. You don’t want to upset me, right? Not now that I’m going to give you your birthday present!
In a single movement, Aphrodite disappeared out of sight and pulled out the candle, blowing it off before discarding it.
- You’re going to fucking love it, Crabby.
Avid hands spreading him, Cancer closed his eyes and let his mind wander away. He wished his blanking out had worked at getting his conscience somewhere else when he felt the other man pushing in and making way for himself inside of his body. But no matter how hard he tried to deny it he was still very aware of the weight, the pressure, the pain, but more importantly of the shame and the fury at being overpowered and treated like this.
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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
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: Candlestick (X-posted to 30_evil_deeds)
word count: 790
Disclaimer: Saint Seiya belongs to M. Kurumada, Toei and some others. No offense meant
Warning: some non-con and yaoi. Please don't read if those offend you/are not appropriate
Candlestick
The candlestick was a rather big one, roughly a couple of handspans in length and thick as those one often sees in old churches. The taste of wax and smoke made him gag as Pisces pushed it deeper into his throat.
Aphrodite pulled the candle out and spoke to the other man soothingly “It’s all right, Deathmask. You’re doing it really well. Just a bit longer now."
With his lips tightly pressed together so as not to drop the candle and the bright red marks of the whip on his face, chest and stomach, Deathmask was truly a sight to behold, at least in Pisces’ opinion. So it was only sighing that he circled out of sight, the dark wooden of the broken table hiding the body of his captive.
Cancer hardly felt the blow when the tabletop disintegrated at his back, so precise it was. The chains gave out a bit as the joints to the wood fell apart, and Deathmask fell forwards a few inches, knees bent. The trembling of the body became more apparent without the firm surface to hold it, and Pisces nodded in approval before running his hands over the other’s hair, neck and back. The timing was just right, a little more and the proud Cancer Saint would be no more.
Shirt and pants were torn easily enough and fell in a neat pile at the feet of the bounded saint. If Deathmask felt any shame or rage at being naked and chained, he was too spent to show and at this point Aphrodite had too many things in his mind to care.
He pressed his body closer to the other’s, running a hand up his spine and around the neck.
-How are you holding up, dearest? Oh, the candle, I understand… let me help you with that.
Softly, as if caressing a lover, Aphrodite took the candle in his hands and out of Cancer’s mouth, his other hand still stroking his hair soothingly.
-I’m sorry this party didn’t turn out just how you expected it, but it’s still your birthday. And no birthday can be perfect without a candle. I haven’t got a cake…
The poison, the pain and the soft, low words were having an effect in Deathmask, who felt as if he was just floating in some unknown space. He struggled with the words, but this was his chance to get out of the nightmare the evening had become.
-T’is all rai..right. Thank you for … the party.
The chains holding his arms were being lowered and a tiny voice in his head screamed that this was the time for revenge. But the hand around his neck tightened its grip, and the fear and powerlessness drowned the want for payback.
He felt more than heard the rustling of chains as they were thrown around his waist and into a hook in the ceiling. When the latest set of chains was tight, blood starting flowing down into Deathmask’s face, who was now with his head inches away from the floor.
Aphrodite patted amiably the naked buttocks, currently the highest point in his captive’s anatomy. The candle was conveniently wet, and it wasn’t hard to ignore the broken sobs and noes of the man he had been playing with for hours.
Careful to prevent the wax from breaking, he pushed it slowly into Deathmask, working it harder when the screams subsided to whimpers.
When he finally lit the candle and started singing “happy birthday” in his feminine, mocking voice, Deathmask rattled -struggling to find enough courage in himself to tell Aphrodite off.
Minutes went by, with Aphrodite singing the stupid song several times and even cheering and clapping once. He finally sat down on the floor, right in front of Cancer’s face. When he offered his hand again, saying what a pretty sight he was, with that bright cheerful light coming out of his ass, Deathmask tried to bit him.
- Careful now, honey. You don’t want to upset me, right? Not now that I’m going to give you your birthday present!
In a single movement, Aphrodite disappeared out of sight and pulled out the candle, blowing it off before discarding it.
- You’re going to fucking love it, Crabby.
Avid hands spreading him, Cancer closed his eyes and let his mind wander away. He wished his blanking out had worked at getting his conscience somewhere else when he felt the other man pushing in and making way for himself inside of his body. But no matter how hard he tried to deny it he was still very aware of the weight, the pressure, the pain, but more importantly of the shame and the fury at being overpowered and treated like this.
~~~~~~~
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