Perfect Timing (Legacy of Kain, NC-17, yaoi, Sebastian/Faustus)
Title: Perfect Timing
Fandom: Legacy of Kain
Type: Yaoi
Pairing: Sebastian x Faustus
Rating: NC-17. Smuttiness ensues. Whee!
Disclaimer: I definitely, DEFINITELY do not own these characters - Eidos Interactive and Crystal Dynamics do, and they made a mighty fine game out of them. Not that I don't think there'd be a market for LoK smut games but y'know. I'm making no money off this.
Notes: Very little to note ^_^. PWP, used all 60 minutes, done for the seasons challenge on temps_mort. More specifically, for Autumn.
[Sebastian]
When people like Faustus are in the same room as you, you often find that your eye might get caught by a blonde or blue-eyed creature at first, but it's those like Faustus who you end up preferring to rest your eyes on. The ones whose beauty isn't completely thrust into your face like a whore's; who are easy on the eye, and have a mystery to them that draws you in. Of course, you could strike looking at the blonde dolls for any length of time if your eyes were to meet Faustus' on the way in. He has intense, dark, impossibly expressive eyes that draw you in as much as any shadow draws those who want to hide. His eyes ooze danger, strength, the force of him. And they are absolutely stunning. The first time I really looked at his eyes was the first time I realised I would never be able to get him out of my mind completely.
Faustus arched on the bed, claws digging into my headboard for support, splintering the mahogany as I took him in my mouth while preparing his body for later. It had been quite a depressing amount of time since I last practised this but he was certainly receptive to the licks and feather-light scratching of my fangs along his length. Either that or I dared not think how loud his moans would be when I was in him, or some other time if he played his cards right, when he was in me. I didn't like the taste of him here much, though. It wasn't that it was disgusting, simply that it didn't taste… right on him. The heat was him, and the slight bitterness, yes. But salt was wrong, too… plain? His lips tasted right, tasted the way he should, rich and intoxicating and undeniably ripe. He had been killed at an ideal time in his mortal life, where he was dancing on the borderline of adolescence and adulthood, his skin retaining the soft velvety texture of a child, but his muscle structure as well defined as an adult's.
Another arch of his back and he trembled, one of his legs sneaking up around my neck and hooking me to him, nearly choking me. I was suddenly thankful that strictly speaking I didn't need air, but that was warning enough for me to pull away from him, causing him to swear aloud at the sudden absence of my lips. Probably from the cold as well now that the heat of my mouth was gone, but he needed that unless he wanted to spoil our fun by exhausting himself early. "What now?" I taunted, shifting up and kissing along his neck while my fingers continued their scissoring inside his body, begun before I sucked on him, giving him a temporary but effective distraction from the awkward pain.
"I'm ready," He replied, voice thick with need and want, pulling my hands away from him to rest at either side of his head. "How do you want me?"
I smirked before freeing one of my hands to take his and link them behind my neck, then lifting one of his legs and urging Faustus to settle them both around my hips. "I think I want you on this bed, in this position... right about now." I shifted into him, biting down hard on my lip and pressing my head against his shoulder, shuddering at the tightness of him and how damn good he felt. When I decided I was settled again, my heart not racing as though it was trying to escape an angered Soul Reaver-armed Kain, I lifted my head and tried to smile at him, but found even this took a surprising amount of effort. Being in him was draining, desperately so, but he felt absolutely wonderful.
Faustus himself seemed to be half in a world of his own at first, eyes concentrated on the ceiling, and I knew it had been painful for him but then he seemed to come down from whatever clouds he had been living in temporarily, and he smiled at me, arching his back to kiss me and simultaneously push me back off him slightly, an urge for me to move. I nodded at him to acknowledge his silent request and shifted again, feeling an almost electrical spasm of energy shooting up and down my spine, fuelling me on. Faustus didn't complain at my starting to speed up, but I wasn't surprised. He knew damn well how impatient I was by nature, and god, he couldn't be any riper for the picking, he was perfect, absolutely, absolutely perfect. I'm used to planning things and executing them well, but this was... indescribable. He had been moaning quietly at first, but I had my rhythm sorted out now and could adjust my angle to suit him better. A first subtle shift, a second subtle shift, third-
"Oh GOD!" Found it. And now came the loud moans I had been expecting, his lips flushing darker with blood, a human reaction to arousal that we all retained until they finished blackening. "Th-Thanks for that," he gasped, and I couldn't help but laugh against his shoulder, thrilled by the warmth his blood was giving off through his skin as it pounded through his body, the subtle vibrations his moans made. "Can-" Before he finished his question I adjusted my weight to rest mostly on my left hand, the right one taking hold of his erection, stroking it in a somewhat faster echo of what the rest of us was doing.
"I can't hold out much longer," I let him know between gasps, body physically aching for release. I almost didn't want this to end but I knew I couldn't take from him forever. I suddenly wanted to beg him for something before this was over, but I had no idea what I wanted to ask him for, my nerves were confused and my blood was decidedly not rushing to my head anymore.
Faustus' body suddenly convulsed and I leant forward to try and prevent his release getting over any more of my skin than was necessary, washing was such a pain, but god, I could feel those spasms around me, his legs tightening around my hips until they threatened to leave bruising, arms drawing me close to his chest. The same meaningless requests I had wanted to make were on his face as well, and then I felt wet, near scalding heat spreading over my stomach, heat I knew I would be emptying into him soon and-
And there it was, and I somehow managed to keep from completely collapsing thanks to my elbows, coming hard inside of him and his willing body, and I knew I had never felt release like this in years, probably decades. "Thank you," I gasped to him, wishing I could think of something more meaningful to say. The flush of his skin, strangely on his chest as well, his bruised lips, the strands of his hair randomly sticking to his face from sweat - all of him was absolutely breathtaking when he lay there, as if I had needed any more strain to be placed on my lungs. And the part of me that rapidly threatened to feel cold and empty as I moved off him to lie at his side didn't matter the second he opened his eyes again. I knew the second he met my gaze that all I needed was to give him time, to wait a little, and he would be ready again, beautiful as ever, to do this another night. I knew neither of us had the energy to get under the bed's quilts, neither of us wanted to move much at all, so I grabbed my cloak from the bedside table, deciding it could get washed later if necessary. Sod folding it neatly. Faustus rested his head against my chest, secure in the warmth of me and the blanket, and I felt at least as secure with his body nestled against mine. "Sleep well," I whispered again in his ear, stroking my fingers through his hair, before resting my head against the pillow.
It had been far too long since I last fell asleep with a smile on my face.
Fandom: Legacy of Kain
Type: Yaoi
Pairing: Sebastian x Faustus
Rating: NC-17. Smuttiness ensues. Whee!
Disclaimer: I definitely, DEFINITELY do not own these characters - Eidos Interactive and Crystal Dynamics do, and they made a mighty fine game out of them. Not that I don't think there'd be a market for LoK smut games but y'know. I'm making no money off this.
Notes: Very little to note ^_^. PWP, used all 60 minutes, done for the seasons challenge on temps_mort. More specifically, for Autumn.
[Sebastian]
When people like Faustus are in the same room as you, you often find that your eye might get caught by a blonde or blue-eyed creature at first, but it's those like Faustus who you end up preferring to rest your eyes on. The ones whose beauty isn't completely thrust into your face like a whore's; who are easy on the eye, and have a mystery to them that draws you in. Of course, you could strike looking at the blonde dolls for any length of time if your eyes were to meet Faustus' on the way in. He has intense, dark, impossibly expressive eyes that draw you in as much as any shadow draws those who want to hide. His eyes ooze danger, strength, the force of him. And they are absolutely stunning. The first time I really looked at his eyes was the first time I realised I would never be able to get him out of my mind completely.
Faustus arched on the bed, claws digging into my headboard for support, splintering the mahogany as I took him in my mouth while preparing his body for later. It had been quite a depressing amount of time since I last practised this but he was certainly receptive to the licks and feather-light scratching of my fangs along his length. Either that or I dared not think how loud his moans would be when I was in him, or some other time if he played his cards right, when he was in me. I didn't like the taste of him here much, though. It wasn't that it was disgusting, simply that it didn't taste… right on him. The heat was him, and the slight bitterness, yes. But salt was wrong, too… plain? His lips tasted right, tasted the way he should, rich and intoxicating and undeniably ripe. He had been killed at an ideal time in his mortal life, where he was dancing on the borderline of adolescence and adulthood, his skin retaining the soft velvety texture of a child, but his muscle structure as well defined as an adult's.
Another arch of his back and he trembled, one of his legs sneaking up around my neck and hooking me to him, nearly choking me. I was suddenly thankful that strictly speaking I didn't need air, but that was warning enough for me to pull away from him, causing him to swear aloud at the sudden absence of my lips. Probably from the cold as well now that the heat of my mouth was gone, but he needed that unless he wanted to spoil our fun by exhausting himself early. "What now?" I taunted, shifting up and kissing along his neck while my fingers continued their scissoring inside his body, begun before I sucked on him, giving him a temporary but effective distraction from the awkward pain.
"I'm ready," He replied, voice thick with need and want, pulling my hands away from him to rest at either side of his head. "How do you want me?"
I smirked before freeing one of my hands to take his and link them behind my neck, then lifting one of his legs and urging Faustus to settle them both around my hips. "I think I want you on this bed, in this position... right about now." I shifted into him, biting down hard on my lip and pressing my head against his shoulder, shuddering at the tightness of him and how damn good he felt. When I decided I was settled again, my heart not racing as though it was trying to escape an angered Soul Reaver-armed Kain, I lifted my head and tried to smile at him, but found even this took a surprising amount of effort. Being in him was draining, desperately so, but he felt absolutely wonderful.
Faustus himself seemed to be half in a world of his own at first, eyes concentrated on the ceiling, and I knew it had been painful for him but then he seemed to come down from whatever clouds he had been living in temporarily, and he smiled at me, arching his back to kiss me and simultaneously push me back off him slightly, an urge for me to move. I nodded at him to acknowledge his silent request and shifted again, feeling an almost electrical spasm of energy shooting up and down my spine, fuelling me on. Faustus didn't complain at my starting to speed up, but I wasn't surprised. He knew damn well how impatient I was by nature, and god, he couldn't be any riper for the picking, he was perfect, absolutely, absolutely perfect. I'm used to planning things and executing them well, but this was... indescribable. He had been moaning quietly at first, but I had my rhythm sorted out now and could adjust my angle to suit him better. A first subtle shift, a second subtle shift, third-
"Oh GOD!" Found it. And now came the loud moans I had been expecting, his lips flushing darker with blood, a human reaction to arousal that we all retained until they finished blackening. "Th-Thanks for that," he gasped, and I couldn't help but laugh against his shoulder, thrilled by the warmth his blood was giving off through his skin as it pounded through his body, the subtle vibrations his moans made. "Can-" Before he finished his question I adjusted my weight to rest mostly on my left hand, the right one taking hold of his erection, stroking it in a somewhat faster echo of what the rest of us was doing.
"I can't hold out much longer," I let him know between gasps, body physically aching for release. I almost didn't want this to end but I knew I couldn't take from him forever. I suddenly wanted to beg him for something before this was over, but I had no idea what I wanted to ask him for, my nerves were confused and my blood was decidedly not rushing to my head anymore.
Faustus' body suddenly convulsed and I leant forward to try and prevent his release getting over any more of my skin than was necessary, washing was such a pain, but god, I could feel those spasms around me, his legs tightening around my hips until they threatened to leave bruising, arms drawing me close to his chest. The same meaningless requests I had wanted to make were on his face as well, and then I felt wet, near scalding heat spreading over my stomach, heat I knew I would be emptying into him soon and-
And there it was, and I somehow managed to keep from completely collapsing thanks to my elbows, coming hard inside of him and his willing body, and I knew I had never felt release like this in years, probably decades. "Thank you," I gasped to him, wishing I could think of something more meaningful to say. The flush of his skin, strangely on his chest as well, his bruised lips, the strands of his hair randomly sticking to his face from sweat - all of him was absolutely breathtaking when he lay there, as if I had needed any more strain to be placed on my lungs. And the part of me that rapidly threatened to feel cold and empty as I moved off him to lie at his side didn't matter the second he opened his eyes again. I knew the second he met my gaze that all I needed was to give him time, to wait a little, and he would be ready again, beautiful as ever, to do this another night. I knew neither of us had the energy to get under the bed's quilts, neither of us wanted to move much at all, so I grabbed my cloak from the bedside table, deciding it could get washed later if necessary. Sod folding it neatly. Faustus rested his head against my chest, secure in the warmth of me and the blanket, and I felt at least as secure with his body nestled against mine. "Sleep well," I whispered again in his ear, stroking my fingers through his hair, before resting my head against the pillow.
It had been far too long since I last fell asleep with a smile on my face.