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Characters: wars_stars, wars_hunter, eclipsed_stars, nomore_stars, markwannabe, three other Orions
Prompt: 036. Smell.
Word Count: 751
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They're all in a room. And they're all going to be sexing.
Notes: I honestly have no excuse for this besides 'Kippur made me do it!' and while that's always an excellent excuse, I am still heartily, heartily apologetic for this. What's the point of having several versions of a character if you can't make them have sex? This is the part one out of five.
They were lined up- no particular order, just a slightly ragged line of similiar faces, weights, heights, hair, slight differences... but some things stayed the same. Vivid blue eyes, a slightly nervous expression... well, except the one. But he only barely counted.
"This is going to be awkward," one of the men muttered, not looking at the other seven.
"Awkward? I think it sounds like fun." He cupped his neighbour's cheek, smirking as the younger, smaller boy pulled away, sucking his lip nervously. "Aw, don't be scared, pretty."
"He thinks this is a bad idea. He wants to go home." One of them pulled away from the rest, wedging himself tightly into a corner.
"I think I speak for, um, at least four of us when I say I'm confused?" Another perched on the back of a couch, balancing neatly. "What's going on?"
Geeze, stop talking and get to the sex already. G has the right idea. Seriously, another two minutes and I'm sex pollinating this place.
"Whoever that is, let us out!" The sense of power behind the words was intense, like a wave of dark chocolate preparing to wash down in a sea of saccharin destruction.
Don't argue with me. I'll make your narrative urple.
"Urple? What's urple? Where am I? I need to get home to Ian, and this is not the corner store." One of the others crossed his arms uncomfortably. "And no offense, but I'm monogamous. Please respect my personal beliefs and let me out."
There was a sharp nod of agreement from the final man. "Seconded. This isn't funny."
I'm getting bored. Sex pollen it is.
There was a smell. Wild, floral, raw- inexpressibly arousing and the youngest Orion found him pressing into the evil one's hands, a raw need building inside of him that he didn't even think of trying to deny. The Orion he was with obviously had experience stripping people and he liked that in a man, he'd like any man who touched him and if he didn't get more touching now, he'd die, or.. explode, or... well, it would be messy.
Angel hadn't felt like this in years, since... since Eric and... but no, it was wrong to feel this way, especially with people who weren't Bella, he wasn't being punished, it was bad to feel like this, but the way that man's- his, but not his- hips were moving and the black leather he wore clung to them like a second skin.
He was licking his lips, but he couldn't- shouldn't presume to even touch, he wouldn't want Angel to touch. But the leather looked so slick, so he ran his finger down where it stretched over his thigh and was rewarded with a shiver and a slender, pale hand wrapping around his wrist and pulling him up.
Even that touch on his over-stimulated skin was almost enough to send him off.
This is still confusing. And weird. But his body's reacting in ways he's pretty sure it usually wouldn't- thinking's hard, he's not sure of anything right now except that he wants that pretty version of himself who's eyeing him so hard he feels like he'll burst into flame any second to be over here sucking him off. Pretty damn quickly. He walks over, trying to make it look like it's no hurry, but the urgency is too much, he needs him, god, that smell is insane...
The kiss is bruising and tight and he pushes him down and thank fuck he doesn't have to think anymore.
Then there were two- one standing, his eyes dark and troubled, arms wrapped around himself, denying what he needed now. The smell worked over him, and he shivered and closed his eyes tight, trying not to look at the other, whose longing was palpable. Eric wasn't here. He could w... there were fingers running down his back, the wing-nerves sending jolting pleasure up and down his spine. His breath caught and he let out a whine, leaning back into it for just a moment before pulling away, stumbling on clumsy legs to the wall.
Of course, getting cornered wasn't the smartest idea, especially with the predatorial way the other Orion was moving, walking up to him, pinning him against the wall, licking his lips and murmuring something he doesn't catch before his fingers are gripping his hips, digging in until he knows they'll bruise. And he can't stop himself from rocking against his alternate for more, whimpering as the last of his resistance fades away. The last conscious thought is that there should be more flowers that smell like that.
Prompt: 036. Smell.
Word Count: 751
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They're all in a room. And they're all going to be sexing.
Notes: I honestly have no excuse for this besides 'Kippur made me do it!' and while that's always an excellent excuse, I am still heartily, heartily apologetic for this. What's the point of having several versions of a character if you can't make them have sex? This is the part one out of five.
They were lined up- no particular order, just a slightly ragged line of similiar faces, weights, heights, hair, slight differences... but some things stayed the same. Vivid blue eyes, a slightly nervous expression... well, except the one. But he only barely counted.
"This is going to be awkward," one of the men muttered, not looking at the other seven.
"Awkward? I think it sounds like fun." He cupped his neighbour's cheek, smirking as the younger, smaller boy pulled away, sucking his lip nervously. "Aw, don't be scared, pretty."
"He thinks this is a bad idea. He wants to go home." One of them pulled away from the rest, wedging himself tightly into a corner.
"I think I speak for, um, at least four of us when I say I'm confused?" Another perched on the back of a couch, balancing neatly. "What's going on?"
Geeze, stop talking and get to the sex already. G has the right idea. Seriously, another two minutes and I'm sex pollinating this place.
"Whoever that is, let us out!" The sense of power behind the words was intense, like a wave of dark chocolate preparing to wash down in a sea of saccharin destruction.
Don't argue with me. I'll make your narrative urple.
"Urple? What's urple? Where am I? I need to get home to Ian, and this is not the corner store." One of the others crossed his arms uncomfortably. "And no offense, but I'm monogamous. Please respect my personal beliefs and let me out."
There was a sharp nod of agreement from the final man. "Seconded. This isn't funny."
I'm getting bored. Sex pollen it is.
There was a smell. Wild, floral, raw- inexpressibly arousing and the youngest Orion found him pressing into the evil one's hands, a raw need building inside of him that he didn't even think of trying to deny. The Orion he was with obviously had experience stripping people and he liked that in a man, he'd like any man who touched him and if he didn't get more touching now, he'd die, or.. explode, or... well, it would be messy.
Angel hadn't felt like this in years, since... since Eric and... but no, it was wrong to feel this way, especially with people who weren't Bella, he wasn't being punished, it was bad to feel like this, but the way that man's- his, but not his- hips were moving and the black leather he wore clung to them like a second skin.
He was licking his lips, but he couldn't- shouldn't presume to even touch, he wouldn't want Angel to touch. But the leather looked so slick, so he ran his finger down where it stretched over his thigh and was rewarded with a shiver and a slender, pale hand wrapping around his wrist and pulling him up.
Even that touch on his over-stimulated skin was almost enough to send him off.
This is still confusing. And weird. But his body's reacting in ways he's pretty sure it usually wouldn't- thinking's hard, he's not sure of anything right now except that he wants that pretty version of himself who's eyeing him so hard he feels like he'll burst into flame any second to be over here sucking him off. Pretty damn quickly. He walks over, trying to make it look like it's no hurry, but the urgency is too much, he needs him, god, that smell is insane...
The kiss is bruising and tight and he pushes him down and thank fuck he doesn't have to think anymore.
Then there were two- one standing, his eyes dark and troubled, arms wrapped around himself, denying what he needed now. The smell worked over him, and he shivered and closed his eyes tight, trying not to look at the other, whose longing was palpable. Eric wasn't here. He could w... there were fingers running down his back, the wing-nerves sending jolting pleasure up and down his spine. His breath caught and he let out a whine, leaning back into it for just a moment before pulling away, stumbling on clumsy legs to the wall.
Of course, getting cornered wasn't the smartest idea, especially with the predatorial way the other Orion was moving, walking up to him, pinning him against the wall, licking his lips and murmuring something he doesn't catch before his fingers are gripping his hips, digging in until he knows they'll bruise. And he can't stop himself from rocking against his alternate for more, whimpering as the last of his resistance fades away. The last conscious thought is that there should be more flowers that smell like that.