To Curse The Darkness

by Euphrosyne

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ase/euphrosyne/curse.php
Summary: Not Supplied

Strong arms wrapped around him.

First a lick and then a kiss under his ear.

"Stop that. What are you an animal?"

"Would you like me to be? I could be if you wanted."

"I like you just how you are, a little weird but still mine."

"I didn't know you were so afraid of thunderstorms."

"It's not the thunderstorm; it's the lightning I don't like."

"I guess it can be scary."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"Not really, never has. I've always been fascinated by it; drawn to it."

"That figures."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"Well it sure sounds like it's SUPPOSED to mean something."

The arms tried to drop from around his chest, but he grabbed them, and held them in place, his arms laid carefully over them.

"I'm sorry; I just get a little jumpy." He leaned back against the broad chest and sighed. Another kiss was planted below his ear and he tilted his head in the other direction to expose more neck to the soft lips.

Another brilliant white arc split the sky. Had it not been for the strong arms containing him, he would be far from the window; but he was safe here in these arms.

"Tell me about it."

"About what?"

"Lightning. Tell me again how it looks."

A kiss below the ear and the arms drew him back tighter to the broad chest. They rocked side to side, to invisible music.

"It's amazing. You look down and all you see is flashes of light, backlighting the clouds. Occasionally you see an arc from one cloud to another, but mostly brilliant back flashes. The clouds are lighted from inside and look surreal, but there's no thunder. The whole time you're surrounded by peace and quiet. Its like a giant light show, it flickers and flashes. You almost feel in control of it, like you're directing it."

"It sounds beautiful" The crack and crash of thunder stopped their rocking.

"How far away was that one?"

"I don't know. Was I supposed to be counting?"

"Uh, you are the lightning expert."

"I'm no expert."

"Well you like it and I don't, so in my mind that makes you the expert."

"Ah well, then I guess that would."

White light arced again, closer this time. A loud boom and crash and the upwards fountain of sparks and smoke indicated the selected victim had been a utility pole. The soft lights in the living room went out, leaving only the light from the candles on the dining room table.

"Well, looks like you got your wish."

"My wish?"

"An early night."

"Well, that's nice, but I really got my wish the first time you kissed me."

"Oooo, a romantic, eh?"

"Who me?" The face smiled into his neck planting a kiss far down near his collarbone.

"We need some candles."

"I'll get them; you get the two from the dining room table."

"Here or the bedroom?"

"Here, I think. I like the lightning, remember."

The house shook with another crash and the other-worldly illumination that briefly created daylight. They parted, moving towards different rooms of the house. The coffee table was moved aside, large pillows came from their closet hiding place and joined the thick foam backed sheepskin that had been their gift to each other after their first liaison, on the floor in front of the couch. Candles of various sizes and shapes soon sat lighted on the coffee table and the mantle creating a new kind of light that moved and danced with each breath. A couple of large towels sat on the end of the sofa next to a blanket from the spare room. They met back at the sheepskin. Clothes were cast casually aside.

"What took you so long?"

"Sorry, traffic."

"S'okay. You're here now. That's all that counts."

They dropped to the sheepskin in an ungraceful heap. Arms, legs and lips hopelessly tangled, they pawed and giggled like ticklish kids until one was flat and straddled by the other.

"I love you."

"I know. I love you too."

The lightning was like a photo flash illuminating microseconds in a freeze-frame as they moved against each other, tasting and stroking. Long fingers picked up a lighted taper from the coffee table and brought it close, illuminating both faces and one devilish smile.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I might torture you a little."

Now there were two devilish smiles.

"I'm thinking I might enjoy that a little."

A small wrist movement tilted the candle enough to allow a few drops of wax to fall near a hardened nipple and brought a gasp from the torture victim.

"I think you DO enjoy this." Another drop of wax fell near the first and another gasp escaped its victim.

A strong hand reached up to roll a nipple and was slapped away.

"I didn't say you could touch yet."

"Sorry."

"You will be."

A line of wax drops was strung like pearls from the chest and down the flat belly, veering off around the hard cock lying there. More drops on the thigh, high up then down the inside of the leg.

Then, leaning down, a long lick went up the underside of the hard cock, leaving a wet trail that was followed by another line of wax drops.

"Please, no more."

"Why?"

"It hurts."

"It does not. Tell me why, really?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"No."

"NO?"

"Not yet, I'm not done with you yet. I'm glad we shaved last night though. It will make it a lot easier to get this wax off when I am done."

"Will you fuck me then?"

"Say please."

"Please?"

"I'll think about it."

Another close by crash of thunder and flash of light startled him into dripping wax a little to closely to the already weeping glans, making his victim jump.

"Easy. You're gonna have to be a little more careful there, unless you really intend to do damage."

"Sorry."

"Not forgiven."

"NOT forgiven? What the hell does NOT FORGIVEN mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like."

"You think I did that on purpose?"

"No, I'm sure you didn't, but if I forgive you then you won't have to do penance, will you?"

"Ahh, always the tactician, eh?"

"As long as it suits me, anyway."

"And for my penance?"

"Still thinking about that, but you can just pick up where you left off till I decide."

"Oh, how noble of you."

The candle dripped again, from slightly farther away, the drop falling heavy on the shaved scrotum.

"Ahh, more."

A large hand reached up to the other cock standing proudly at attention, teasing him. He wrapped his hand around it and squeezed slightly, causing the candle holder to double over, the lighted candle coming close enough to singe chest hair.

"HEY!"

"Sorry"

"You're always sorry."

"Well THAT was your fault."

"I just decided your penance."

"Oh, really? What?"

"Fuck me."

"Oh please, that is so pedestrian. You will have to do better than that."

"Hey, I decide your penance, not you. If I want pedestrian, you walk."

"Very funny."

"Assume the position."

"Now?"

"Now."

The lightning flashed again, freezing the tableau for a microsecond.

The candle set aside now, the torturer took position on his hands and knees, facing away from his victim. The victim moved behind and spread the tight buttocks, kissing both cheeks after a small affectionate bite. The tongue came out and began to tease the crack and balls that dangled close by, driving the torturer down on his chest and tilting his butt higher in the air. The victim chuckled, then resumed the tonguing, driving his tongue in deeper with each backward thrust of the torturer's hips. The victim looked towards the coffee table, choosing his weapon before reaching for it. He brought the candle closer and began to drip blue wax onto the buttocks so insistently thrusting at his mouth.

"Ahh, oh god! More, please?"

"Now, what could you possibly want?" The victim's face came away from the wet crack laughing.

"Fuck me, please?"

"Certainly, how would you like it?"

"Hard and fast, please." It was almost a hiss through clenched teeth.

The candle was blown out and inserted quickly into the saliva lubricated anus, causing the torturer to gasp in surprise.

"Hey! What?" Any complaints evaporated quickly when the candle was pushed in further then pulled out, slightly angling over the nub of prostate that craved stimulation. Again and again the motion was repeated causing shudders to run through the torturer's body, much to his victim's amusement.

Suddenly, it stopped.

"What, why?" The only words the torturer could get out.

"Suck me, now, slave." The victim pushed the candle deep into the torturer, then let go, laying back. His cock, purple in the candlelight, dripped constantly.

The torturer turned and crawled towards the victim on his forearms, his butt still in the air. He approached from the side and dipped his head again, his mouth engulfing the swollen tip, and then he began to suck. The victim pulled himself back to lean up against the front of the couch, watching the torturer doing his penance. He reached up and grabbed the candle still sticking out as he had left it and wiggled it side to side in its flesh and blood candle holder.

"Like that?"

The torturer's head bobbed up and down on his cock. He grabbed the candle and jiggled it more, rotating it in a large circle.

"Ahh" The heavy cock dropped from the torturer's hot mouth and he shuddered again, his victim chuckling deep in his throat and rotating the candle again.

"You DO like that! Who told you to stop sucking?"

The torturer went down again on the hard cock and began to work the hairless balls in his palm, rubbing his thumb over them again and again. The victim placed his right hand on the torturer's head and stroked, then thrust his hips up and impaled the torturer's throat with his cock, rewarding his choking torturer with a wild wiggling of the candle protruding from his anus.

The torturer came up briefly looking into the glazed brown eyes then went to the tip, sucking hard. He slipped a hand under the soft balls and stroked the perineum with a long finger, forcing the finger against the opening when his victim next thrust his hips. The victim's head went back, mouth gaping. His brain partially disconnected with sensation. The torturer watched from the corner of his eye and chuckled around the fat cock, groaning again when the victim mercilessly rotated the candle in another wide circle. The battle was joined now. Who would be the first to succumb to sensation?

The torturer's finger gained entry to the victim's body, advancing with every opportunity. The victim responded, each time rubbing the torturer's happy button. As soon as the torturer touched the victim's prostate, his mouth was filled with spurt after spurt of viscous heat, the victim doubling over in response to the stimulation. As the victim's cock softened in his mouth, the torturer kissed the glans and looked up at his victim still hunched forward with his eyes closed, and grinned.

"Gotcha!... Are you okay?"

"Hmmm, uh... yeah. You?"

"Hot enough to melt wax, hint, hint."

"Now for the other part of your penance." The victim moved slightly away from the couch and laid flat on the sheepskin.

"Hey what about this pole sticking out of my ass?"

"Oh no, THAT stays. I have plans for that!... Fuck me, now."

"Why do you always get your way?"

"Cause I'm old and decrepit and you have to humor me."

"THAT is sooo unfair. You come up with the lamest excuses."

"At my age, I'm just happy that I come UP at all!"

The torturer moved up carefully on the victim and lifted the already elevated legs straight up and over his shoulders and applied lube to two fingers and eased them immediately into his victim.

"Do it now, please? I'm dying here, screw all that ceremonial stuff."

"I don't want to hurt you..."

"Please, like you could actually hurt an old queen like me! Honey, I was taking it up the spout while you were in grade school."

"Oh, thanks very much for THAT little visual! You've got SUCH a mouth!"

"All the better to EAT you with my dear! Besides, you LOVE it! Now FUCK ME!! before I forget all about that candle."

The torturer drove forward without any further hesitation, completely sheathing himself in one stroke, to the gasping delight of his victim. The torturer stilled long enough to allow the victim to bend to the side at the waist grabbing the blue candle that still protruded from the torturer's ass and wiggled it wildly causing the torturer to throw his full weight down on the victim's legs and torso. The torturer began to move in a nearly frantic pace, balls slapping skin in a sound that mimicked the cracking of the storm outside. Every chance the victim got he leaned to the side and moved the blue candle, until he was too lost in sensation to coordinate his movement.

The storm outside was forgotten as grips slipped on sweat covered bodies. With a last lunge, the victim moved the candle, suddenly striking the torturer's prostate and pushing him into the white void. He fell still on his victim, pumping lava into him. Then, just as the void started to take form, the victim reached up one last time to wildly wiggle the candle.

Pleasure danced on the fine line of pain.

"Ahhh, GODS, JACK! ENOUGH! PLEASE!"

The victim chuckled and they fell into each other's mouths. The torturer withdrew and fell prone next to his victim. The victim's joints popped and creaked as he assumed a more comfortable position on his side where he could rub circles on the torturer's back with his hand, occasionally reaching down to rotate the candle, causing shudders in the torturer's body.

The torturer looked up, tortured now himself, and saw the feral grin on the victim's face. He pulled his knees up under him and offered himself to his victim's pleasure. The victim moved up behind him and removed the candle. Quickly smearing his again prominent erection with lubricant, he grabbed the torturer's hips and parted the buttocks with his thumbs. He placed the tip of his cock at the portal to the torturer's body and stroked forward, taking the torturer in a single stroke. Then he pulled all the way back, leaving only the glans inside. This was a much slower pace. As the torturer became the tortured, the victim's second climax ended, just as intense but a little less dramatic than his first. He fell on the broad strong back and the torturer collapsed forward, taking them both to the floor.

"Old queen, my ass!" The torturer muttered.

"You say something?" The victim kissed a strong shoulder and lifted his head.

"Yeah, I said OLD QUEEN, MY ASS! I suppose your hearing's going now too?" Then he rolled to the side and wound his arms around his victim, pulling him close enough for an exchange of sloppy wet kisses.

"WHAT?"

"I said you are SUCH a phony..." then whispering, "...and I love you, Jack, you old queen."

"HEY! I heard that!" The victim grinned.

"I knew it, selective deafness." The torturer responded.

"Rank hath its privileges, Major Gorak. Rank HATH its privileges." was the victim's response through a broad grin.