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[OUATIM] Pitch Black (R, RPAS)
Okay. Same as before, but Sands and a certain object important to him. Blamed on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
permetaform and lil_neko.
Fandom: OUATIM
Author: Beth Winter
Pairing: Sunglasses/Sands, El/Sands
Rating: R
PITCH BLACK
They've always been special, ever since he first saw them in a mall in Washington-fucking-DC. But there had been others, and it's only since Culiacan that they've become his true soulmates.
Now Sands reaches up to them, rubbing his fingers along the smooth curves. They hold him in, hold him safe as he lies on the bed.
Give in, they whisper. Accept our darkness. You like it, don't you?
And the thing is, he did. Always with the blindfolds in bed, and isn't that just fucking ironic? At least now blindfolds are necessary, or his partners would throw up instead of get down and dirty.
Blindfolds, or them.
Sands can feel the cool fingers closing around his head, rubbing the sensitive places behind his ears as he moves his head, tilting it into the caress. He arches slightly off the bed and reaches down to adjust himself. There is something sublimely hot about being touched by something he can't see, and right now that means that he's spending his days in a state of perpetual horniness in addition to the daze of painkillers.
That's it, lose yourself. That whisper again, on the edge of his hearing. You can do anything, with us. You can be anyone. Under our protection, no-one can tell what you're thinking.
"No-one can ever tell what I'm thinking anyway," Sands snarls quietly. "Now more than ever-"
And you need us now, more than ever. The voice is jeering, and right. Without us, no-one will have any doubt about what kind of monster you are.
And that hurts, but at the same time shoots a spark of arousal straight to his groin. He arches his back again and his hands let go of them, falling to the pillow on both sides of his head.
Sands is so lost in sensation that he doesn't hear the jingle of chains as El walks into the room. The next thing he knows is that their phantom touches have been replaced by hot hands that seem to know his body far too well.
"You looked beautiful just now," El mutters in his ear just before he kisses him. "What were you thinking about?"
Sands smiles into the kiss and says nothing. He wonders if he can one day talk El into a group orgy with him and the sunglasses.
~FINIS~
permetaform and lil_neko.Fandom: OUATIM
Author: Beth Winter
Pairing: Sunglasses/Sands, El/Sands
Rating: R
PITCH BLACK
They've always been special, ever since he first saw them in a mall in Washington-fucking-DC. But there had been others, and it's only since Culiacan that they've become his true soulmates.
Now Sands reaches up to them, rubbing his fingers along the smooth curves. They hold him in, hold him safe as he lies on the bed.
Give in, they whisper. Accept our darkness. You like it, don't you?
And the thing is, he did. Always with the blindfolds in bed, and isn't that just fucking ironic? At least now blindfolds are necessary, or his partners would throw up instead of get down and dirty.
Blindfolds, or them.
Sands can feel the cool fingers closing around his head, rubbing the sensitive places behind his ears as he moves his head, tilting it into the caress. He arches slightly off the bed and reaches down to adjust himself. There is something sublimely hot about being touched by something he can't see, and right now that means that he's spending his days in a state of perpetual horniness in addition to the daze of painkillers.
That's it, lose yourself. That whisper again, on the edge of his hearing. You can do anything, with us. You can be anyone. Under our protection, no-one can tell what you're thinking.
"No-one can ever tell what I'm thinking anyway," Sands snarls quietly. "Now more than ever-"
And you need us now, more than ever. The voice is jeering, and right. Without us, no-one will have any doubt about what kind of monster you are.
And that hurts, but at the same time shoots a spark of arousal straight to his groin. He arches his back again and his hands let go of them, falling to the pillow on both sides of his head.
Sands is so lost in sensation that he doesn't hear the jingle of chains as El walks into the room. The next thing he knows is that their phantom touches have been replaced by hot hands that seem to know his body far too well.
"You looked beautiful just now," El mutters in his ear just before he kisses him. "What were you thinking about?"
Sands smiles into the kiss and says nothing. He wonders if he can one day talk El into a group orgy with him and the sunglasses.
~FINIS~
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And this was the good kind. Very nice.
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Then check out
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*dead*
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::volunteers to join the group orgy::
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rpasfpas 4-evar!!!1!11one!;-; And now, on a note of seriousness, this was lovely. <3
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Oh, by the way...
At least now blindfolds are necessary, or his partners would throw up instead of get down and dirty.
I must admit that down and dirty would not be a problem here, not in the slightest.
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(Anonymous) 2003-11-22 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)beautifully written!
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Mmmmm...now I'm imagining how sensitive the skin where the glasses rest might be, and how he would hiss an indrawn breath if I barely traced my fingertips there...
Um, I need to lie down now.
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