One more for Ru-chan
I still love this story. It's the kind of imagery and short vignette structure that I like to write best. ^_^ Contains het, slash, femmeslash, and mindfuckery.
Boniface grinned. A harsh, predatory expression. An “I’m going to fuck you till you bleed” kind of expression. With a casual flick of the hand, he locked the door.
Julius held his breath. Please, let this be real.
“Here’s the deal, slut. You don’t speak and you don’t touch unless I say you can.”
A sharp laugh. “Mother, may I?”
Boniface slapped him hard, and threw him to the floor.
“Don’t test me. I’ll hurt you for that. And not in a way you’ll like.” The older man’s breath was hot in Julius’s ear. His erection throbbed painfully, trapped between the hardwood floor and Boniface’s weight on his back. Heh, hardwood.
“What’s so funny, slut?”
“Nothing... sir.”
The honorific brought a smile to Boniface’s face. “Say it again.”
Julius shivered. “Yes, sir.”
Arma ran a gentle hand down the curve of Lamia’s hip. She toyed with the hem of her skirt, nimble, strong fingers idly caressing the coarse fabric of the school uniform. Lamia cocked her head to the side, long lilac locks falling into her face. Arma brushed them lovingly aside and let her hand linger at the curve of Lamia’s neck.
“You are so beautiful, Lamia.” the redhead whispered. “I can’t believe it took me so long to realize...”
Soft fingers on her lips silenced her sentence. “Just kiss me, Arma.”
She did.
Julius had never questioned the presence of the hook in the middle of the ceiling, and certainly didn’t object to its current use. Boniface had strung him up by one of his many belts, tight leather biting his wrists and making his hands ache with the loss of circulation. The handle of a whip dragged softly along his spine. His thighs. His ass.
A shuddering breath. “Boniface... please.”
The whipcrack was deafening in the silent room. Julius screamed as it stung his back.
“What did I say about talking, bitch? Next time I draw blood.”
Julius whimpered as his hands were freed and he fell to the floor. “Yes, sir.”
He couldn’t take much more of this.
Dark fingers on pale skin, teasing moans out of Lamia’s throat. Her breasts strained temptingly against the black lace of her bra. “Arma, please...”
Arma raised her head and gave Lamia’s navel a parting lick. “What do you want, Lamia?”
A long, lingering kiss, filled with lust and desire, and hints of something more. Lamia felt her bra being removed and eagerly pressed her bare flesh against Arma’s chest. “You, Arma... I want... I want you.”
“You have me,” Arma panted, “Now what do you want me to do?”
Lamia held her breath for a moment. In a swift cat-like motion, she kissed the side of Arma’s neck, nibbling her way to a sensitive earlobe.
Barely a whisper, “I want you to lick me.”
Arma slipped a hand up the coy schoolgirl skirt. “I was hoping you’d say that” She went to her knees.
Lamia’s knees went weak.
“Open your mouth, whore, I’m going to give you what you want.” Julius lifted his head and tried not to lose it. He hadn’t ever been this turned on, and every slight move almost pushed him over the edge. He took a deep breath, licked his lips slowly and did as he was told. Boniface unfastened the dark leather pants he wore, exposing the object of Julius’s constant lust. Mustn’t look too eager, no indeed. He might stop. To cover his excitement, he closed his eyes and waited. Boniface grabbed the back of his head and roughly thrust into the wet, willing mouth. Julius tried desperately to keep from coming in his pants.
“You’re not very good at this,” Boniface mocked. Well, if he could give it his full attention, then... Julius felt a hand at the fly of his jeans.
“Doesn’t mean you don’t have other uses.”
Oh god, yes.
“Nnn... Arma! Oh, oh god, yes!” Lamia’s words were barely intelligible, but she found she couldn’t stop herself. Watching the redhead move between her thighs, those incredible hands working miracles, rough calluses on soft skin causing sensations she had never felt before. And her tongue... She felt the familiar, earth-shattering waves of orgasm begin to ripple through her body. How many times since Arma started? Lamia honestly couldn’t remember. She came with Arma’s name on her lips.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Lamia.” Lamia moaned. “I could do that all day and night.” Arma held the smaller girl close as the aftershocks subsided. Lamia kissed her leader deeply.
“I love you, Arma.” A breathless moment, then tearful green eyes met her own.
“I love you, Lamia. More than words can say.”
Boniface slammed mercilessly into Julius. Julius was aware that he was probably bleeding, and even if he wasn’t he still wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week, but that was nothing compared to the sheer elation of having what he’d always wanted. Boniface filled him so deeply it was almost inhuman. He had come with the first thrust, but that didn’t stop Boniface. After all, he didn’t give a fuck what Julius wanted. He just wanted a fuck. Julius almost laughed at that thought, but the hard pounding he was taking drove the breath from his body.
“You like that, slut? I know you’ve been wanting it for years. You sick little fuck.”
Julius felt himself getting hard again. He prayed that this would never stop.
Lying in her lover’s arms, Lamia felt perfectly safe and loved. Cherished, even. When she looked into Arma’s eyes, she saw nothing but devotion and passion. And love. The sort of love that lasts forever, even beyond death and the end of time itself. She loved that feeling. But duty calls, and demons don’t kill themselves. The couple reluctantly donned their Guardian uniforms, and prepared to patrol the city. Arma stretched her arms above her head. “I hope it’s a quiet night tonight.”
Lamia laughed. “What’s wrong? You tired?”
She found herself suddenly trapped in Arma’s embrace. “I just want to get you back in this bed.”
Lamia kissed her, passionately.
Boniface nonchalantly fastened his pants. “I guess you weren’t too bad.”
Julius sprawled on the floor, struggling to regain his breath. He was worn out in every sense of the word.
“I might even want to do that again sometime. You know, just for variety.” The older man threw his shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned. Julius lifted his head and smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. He said nothing and hid his expression when Boniface turned to face him. Booted feet tread heavily to where he lay. “What do you say, slut?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
The door slammed shut, leaving Julius alone.
There was a thumping noise and the whirr of the shoddy motel air conditioner coming on. Reality, once again, interfered. The pair got dressed in silence. They knew each other far too well. Lamia took the brush from her purse and ran it through her hair, carefully restoring it to a perfect, unmolested style. Julius was the first to speak.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have started this. Lord knows it can’t be healthy.”
“Are you teasing, or are you being serious?” Lamia asked from her perch on the sink.
Julius laughed softly, “You know me, baby.”
She laughed in response, “I sure do. But you do have a point. Maybe we should call it quits. You know, just for our sanity’s sake.”
“I think that’s something we gave up before we ever met, if I’m being honest.”
Lamia put her brush back and looked at the alarm clock. “I should go. Vesta will worry if I’m late for dinner.”
Julius slipped his arms around her waist, “Yeah, and we wouldn’t want the little dingbat to worry, would we? Is she keeping off the sauce?”
Lamia unlocked the deadbolt. “She won’t even use wine to cook now. It’s really funny.”
She opened the door and afternoon sunlight flooded into the room. He took his hands away from her body. “Well, kiddo, same bat-time, same bat-channel?”
Lamia gave him a confused, disdainful look. “Excuse me?”
Julius smiled playfully. “See you here Friday?”
Lamia laughed. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Boniface grinned. A harsh, predatory expression. An “I’m going to fuck you till you bleed” kind of expression. With a casual flick of the hand, he locked the door.
Julius held his breath. Please, let this be real.
“Here’s the deal, slut. You don’t speak and you don’t touch unless I say you can.”
A sharp laugh. “Mother, may I?”
Boniface slapped him hard, and threw him to the floor.
“Don’t test me. I’ll hurt you for that. And not in a way you’ll like.” The older man’s breath was hot in Julius’s ear. His erection throbbed painfully, trapped between the hardwood floor and Boniface’s weight on his back. Heh, hardwood.
“What’s so funny, slut?”
“Nothing... sir.”
The honorific brought a smile to Boniface’s face. “Say it again.”
Julius shivered. “Yes, sir.”
Arma ran a gentle hand down the curve of Lamia’s hip. She toyed with the hem of her skirt, nimble, strong fingers idly caressing the coarse fabric of the school uniform. Lamia cocked her head to the side, long lilac locks falling into her face. Arma brushed them lovingly aside and let her hand linger at the curve of Lamia’s neck.
“You are so beautiful, Lamia.” the redhead whispered. “I can’t believe it took me so long to realize...”
Soft fingers on her lips silenced her sentence. “Just kiss me, Arma.”
She did.
Julius had never questioned the presence of the hook in the middle of the ceiling, and certainly didn’t object to its current use. Boniface had strung him up by one of his many belts, tight leather biting his wrists and making his hands ache with the loss of circulation. The handle of a whip dragged softly along his spine. His thighs. His ass.
A shuddering breath. “Boniface... please.”
The whipcrack was deafening in the silent room. Julius screamed as it stung his back.
“What did I say about talking, bitch? Next time I draw blood.”
Julius whimpered as his hands were freed and he fell to the floor. “Yes, sir.”
He couldn’t take much more of this.
Dark fingers on pale skin, teasing moans out of Lamia’s throat. Her breasts strained temptingly against the black lace of her bra. “Arma, please...”
Arma raised her head and gave Lamia’s navel a parting lick. “What do you want, Lamia?”
A long, lingering kiss, filled with lust and desire, and hints of something more. Lamia felt her bra being removed and eagerly pressed her bare flesh against Arma’s chest. “You, Arma... I want... I want you.”
“You have me,” Arma panted, “Now what do you want me to do?”
Lamia held her breath for a moment. In a swift cat-like motion, she kissed the side of Arma’s neck, nibbling her way to a sensitive earlobe.
Barely a whisper, “I want you to lick me.”
Arma slipped a hand up the coy schoolgirl skirt. “I was hoping you’d say that” She went to her knees.
Lamia’s knees went weak.
“Open your mouth, whore, I’m going to give you what you want.” Julius lifted his head and tried not to lose it. He hadn’t ever been this turned on, and every slight move almost pushed him over the edge. He took a deep breath, licked his lips slowly and did as he was told. Boniface unfastened the dark leather pants he wore, exposing the object of Julius’s constant lust. Mustn’t look too eager, no indeed. He might stop. To cover his excitement, he closed his eyes and waited. Boniface grabbed the back of his head and roughly thrust into the wet, willing mouth. Julius tried desperately to keep from coming in his pants.
“You’re not very good at this,” Boniface mocked. Well, if he could give it his full attention, then... Julius felt a hand at the fly of his jeans.
“Doesn’t mean you don’t have other uses.”
Oh god, yes.
“Nnn... Arma! Oh, oh god, yes!” Lamia’s words were barely intelligible, but she found she couldn’t stop herself. Watching the redhead move between her thighs, those incredible hands working miracles, rough calluses on soft skin causing sensations she had never felt before. And her tongue... She felt the familiar, earth-shattering waves of orgasm begin to ripple through her body. How many times since Arma started? Lamia honestly couldn’t remember. She came with Arma’s name on her lips.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Lamia.” Lamia moaned. “I could do that all day and night.” Arma held the smaller girl close as the aftershocks subsided. Lamia kissed her leader deeply.
“I love you, Arma.” A breathless moment, then tearful green eyes met her own.
“I love you, Lamia. More than words can say.”
Boniface slammed mercilessly into Julius. Julius was aware that he was probably bleeding, and even if he wasn’t he still wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week, but that was nothing compared to the sheer elation of having what he’d always wanted. Boniface filled him so deeply it was almost inhuman. He had come with the first thrust, but that didn’t stop Boniface. After all, he didn’t give a fuck what Julius wanted. He just wanted a fuck. Julius almost laughed at that thought, but the hard pounding he was taking drove the breath from his body.
“You like that, slut? I know you’ve been wanting it for years. You sick little fuck.”
Julius felt himself getting hard again. He prayed that this would never stop.
Lying in her lover’s arms, Lamia felt perfectly safe and loved. Cherished, even. When she looked into Arma’s eyes, she saw nothing but devotion and passion. And love. The sort of love that lasts forever, even beyond death and the end of time itself. She loved that feeling. But duty calls, and demons don’t kill themselves. The couple reluctantly donned their Guardian uniforms, and prepared to patrol the city. Arma stretched her arms above her head. “I hope it’s a quiet night tonight.”
Lamia laughed. “What’s wrong? You tired?”
She found herself suddenly trapped in Arma’s embrace. “I just want to get you back in this bed.”
Lamia kissed her, passionately.
Boniface nonchalantly fastened his pants. “I guess you weren’t too bad.”
Julius sprawled on the floor, struggling to regain his breath. He was worn out in every sense of the word.
“I might even want to do that again sometime. You know, just for variety.” The older man threw his shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned. Julius lifted his head and smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. He said nothing and hid his expression when Boniface turned to face him. Booted feet tread heavily to where he lay. “What do you say, slut?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
The door slammed shut, leaving Julius alone.
There was a thumping noise and the whirr of the shoddy motel air conditioner coming on. Reality, once again, interfered. The pair got dressed in silence. They knew each other far too well. Lamia took the brush from her purse and ran it through her hair, carefully restoring it to a perfect, unmolested style. Julius was the first to speak.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have started this. Lord knows it can’t be healthy.”
“Are you teasing, or are you being serious?” Lamia asked from her perch on the sink.
Julius laughed softly, “You know me, baby.”
She laughed in response, “I sure do. But you do have a point. Maybe we should call it quits. You know, just for our sanity’s sake.”
“I think that’s something we gave up before we ever met, if I’m being honest.”
Lamia put her brush back and looked at the alarm clock. “I should go. Vesta will worry if I’m late for dinner.”
Julius slipped his arms around her waist, “Yeah, and we wouldn’t want the little dingbat to worry, would we? Is she keeping off the sauce?”
Lamia unlocked the deadbolt. “She won’t even use wine to cook now. It’s really funny.”
She opened the door and afternoon sunlight flooded into the room. He took his hands away from her body. “Well, kiddo, same bat-time, same bat-channel?”
Lamia gave him a confused, disdainful look. “Excuse me?”
Julius smiled playfully. “See you here Friday?”
Lamia laughed. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”