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maderrWe struck a bargain. She lived up to her half, so I am living up to mine.
NWS
That Sable was a demon of storms was easy to forget.
Few demon lords flashed their power about. There was no need. It wasn’t even a matter of arrogance, not entirely, just that…they were what they were and that was enough. Confined though they were to their territories, they were the most powerful abnormals in the world. Showing off their power was unnecessary.
Sable was arrogant, but he was also strangely humble at times. A result, Chris knew, of the years he’d spent enslaved and all the other demons he’d had to kill during that time. Despite what rumors often said, demons were not mindless killers who demolished any annoyance in their path.
Demons most often preferred to be left the hell alone, as precious few enjoyed the time they spent enslaved when first summoned from hell. That was no small part of the reason for Sable’s “palace.” The three hotels were elegant and grand, flashy without being gaudy, delightful distractions in a city that was always gray due to his presence.
People were so busy playing in his palace, they did not truly notice the owner – and the normals tended not to notice the oddities running rampant amongst the abnormal portion of the clientele.
Sable attended meetings and parties and had even thrown a birthday party or two – but that was not the same thing as truly seeing him, and that was what Sable wanted.
No one living had ever really seen the Sable that could control the weather with a thought, conjuring anything from a simple drizzle to a devastating blizzard in a matter of seconds. Only occasionally did lightning appear to flash in his eyes, for Sable did not truly anger easily.
But he was a demon of storms, and one who’d been forced to endure a level of pain that only another demon could truly understand.
Most of the time it didn’t matter. Sable was not the type to brood over things much of the time.
Occasionally, though, Chris found him sitting behind his desk much as he had the first time they’d met, or standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows that lined at least one wall of nearly every room of his private floors.
In such cases, the only way to handle his lover was to wait the storm out – or throw himself into it. Given patience had never been his greatest virtue, Chris preferred to face the storm.
Thunder crashed, shaking even the magically-enhanced stability of the Tantalus. Lightning cut down to strike buildings and trees, anything foolish enough to brave the raging storm. Rain poured down in sheets with so much force Chris was amazed the glass didn’t break. It was the sort of rain that would hurt, not least of all because of the driving wind that made it go in all directions at once.
No one and nothing would be outside this night, and those who knew the demonic source of the storm would make doubly sure to stay well out of sight.
The world was lost to a dark and stormy night, a night that would continue unabated so long as Sable brooded.
Chris stripped out of his jacket and t-shirt, toed off his shoes and socks, and raked a hand through his wet hair before padding across the bedroom to where Sable stood before the window looking out at his storm-tossed kingdom below, seeing things that only demons ever saw.
Instead of touching his lover, or even acknowledging him, Chris simply moved to the window and pressed his hands and forehead to it, staring out. Here and there lights were visible, but even supplemented by magic most of the power had gone out. Only Sable’s hotels were able to withstand the ferocity of the storm.
He waited. A storm, after all, could not be controlled, except of course by a demon of storms. They could, to a degree, be predicted, but weathermen were often as wrong as they were right. So he waited.
A storm, after all, always moved on. The winds always shifted, and though Chris wasn’t arrogant about it…he knew how to shift the winds as he wanted, occasionally.
Outside the rains steadied ever so slightly, falling down in straight sheets rather than being blown in every direction.
There was movement to his right, then a presence right behind him, a hand curving over his left hip. Chris still didn’t move, holding his position until the hand circled around to rest flat on his stomach, tugging him gently back. He tilted his head to the side, granting full access to the mouth that bent to lightly kiss the point where his pulse beat.
“Christian…” Sable breathed his name softly, as though saying a prayer. Chris shivered, always left dazed and humbled by such things. He knew how much Sable loved him, but it would always leave him feeling stunned.
He was turned around, pressed against the glass, then Sable was kissing him slow and deep and sure. It left Chris aching in a hundred ways, entire body tingling, still shivering. The first time Sable had kissed him, he’d thought the demon tasted like magic. He thought it still. If magic could have a flavor, it was the sharp, tangy taste of his lover, like lightning shattering the sky while rain drowned it.
A long moan escaped him, swallowed by the kiss, and Chris buried his hands in Sable’s thick, soft curls to hold his lover close, moaning again as hands landed on his ass to pull them flush together. Sable’s kiss shifted from a slow burn to a flash fire, teeth biting at his lip, bruising it, before the slight pain was buried beneath another consuming kiss.
One hand strayed from his ass to explore every bump and curve of his spine, then vanished abruptly as Chris was hauled up, pulled away from the window. He held tight as they moved, never breaking the kiss, knowing Sable would not let him fall, then was pressed down upon the soft satin coverlet of their bed, jeans stripped off and tossed aside, Sable’s own clothes discarded just as swiftly.
He opened his eyes and took in the sight of his lover – the thick black curls, as soft as they were untamable, gentling the hard lines of Sable’s handsome face. Chris splayed his hands across Sable’s smooth chest, loving the way his lover pressed closer, the firm muscles beneath the soft skin, the sheer heat that Sable radiated, so different from the cold rain outside.
Sable leaned down to kiss him again, leaving Chris breathless and so hard it hurt, only to continue the torment on his throat, his chest, lapping and nipping, occasionally biting hard enough to leave a mark that Chris would snarl about later.
For now, he simply stayed quiet save for moans and whimpers and needy pleas for more.
More he was readily given, and bucked hard with a hoarse cry as Sable swallowed him down without warning, struggling for balance but sweat made his hands slick and they slid from Sable’s shoulders. He settled for tangling his fingers in the sheets, snarling when Sable forced him to hold still, fingers digging into his hips while the demon continued to torturously pleasure him, mouth hot enough to burn, tongue as wickedly talented as ever.
One hand slid away to cup his balls, roll and squeeze gently, before sliding behind to tease at his hole, one finger pressing just far enough inside that Chris finally came with a ragged cry. His movements were clumsy as he trembled in Sable’s arms, lips slow to obey as Sable claimed them in a kiss that did nothing to help him recover, tasting himself mingled with Sable’s familiar sharpness.
Sable vanished for a moment, and returning to press fingers now warm and slick to Chris’s entrance. “Sable…” Chris moaned the name, heat and need already crawling up his spine again, fogging his head. Only distantly did he note that the thunder had lessened to a low and steady rumble, lightning coming only occasionally, but then one finger became two and the only lightning he saw was the flashes behind his eyes.
His fingers slid on the tight, rippling muscles of Sable’s arms, but he at last managed to get enough of a hold to drag his demon down for another kiss that became a needy moan as fingers were replaced by a hot, blunt heat that stretched him wide, familiar and right.
Sable was slick with sweat, musk and the tang of ozone and magic thick in the air, a scent that was wholly Sable and one to which only Chris would ever be privy. The scent of his demon, his lover. He met each thrust, hips jerking, digging his nails into Sable’s shoulders, begging for and immediately getting another kiss, Sable’s tongue taking his mouth in a rhythm to match his thrusts, and Chris swore the beating of their hearts was far louder than storm could ever be.
With a shout to rival his thunder, Sable came, and Chris immediately followed him, the world shattering into pieces. Slowly it reassembled itself, and Chris became aware of the hot, heavy weight of his lover on top of him.
He combed his hands through Sable’s damp curls, pressing a kiss to his brow, idly stroking his back.
Eventually Sable moved just enough that Chris could breathe properly, though only just.
“Beloved…” Sable murmured softly in his ear, then the demon was fast asleep, the storm outside fallen to a light rain, the sky already more gray than black.
NWS
That Sable was a demon of storms was easy to forget.
Few demon lords flashed their power about. There was no need. It wasn’t even a matter of arrogance, not entirely, just that…they were what they were and that was enough. Confined though they were to their territories, they were the most powerful abnormals in the world. Showing off their power was unnecessary.
Sable was arrogant, but he was also strangely humble at times. A result, Chris knew, of the years he’d spent enslaved and all the other demons he’d had to kill during that time. Despite what rumors often said, demons were not mindless killers who demolished any annoyance in their path.
Demons most often preferred to be left the hell alone, as precious few enjoyed the time they spent enslaved when first summoned from hell. That was no small part of the reason for Sable’s “palace.” The three hotels were elegant and grand, flashy without being gaudy, delightful distractions in a city that was always gray due to his presence.
People were so busy playing in his palace, they did not truly notice the owner – and the normals tended not to notice the oddities running rampant amongst the abnormal portion of the clientele.
Sable attended meetings and parties and had even thrown a birthday party or two – but that was not the same thing as truly seeing him, and that was what Sable wanted.
No one living had ever really seen the Sable that could control the weather with a thought, conjuring anything from a simple drizzle to a devastating blizzard in a matter of seconds. Only occasionally did lightning appear to flash in his eyes, for Sable did not truly anger easily.
But he was a demon of storms, and one who’d been forced to endure a level of pain that only another demon could truly understand.
Most of the time it didn’t matter. Sable was not the type to brood over things much of the time.
Occasionally, though, Chris found him sitting behind his desk much as he had the first time they’d met, or standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows that lined at least one wall of nearly every room of his private floors.
In such cases, the only way to handle his lover was to wait the storm out – or throw himself into it. Given patience had never been his greatest virtue, Chris preferred to face the storm.
Thunder crashed, shaking even the magically-enhanced stability of the Tantalus. Lightning cut down to strike buildings and trees, anything foolish enough to brave the raging storm. Rain poured down in sheets with so much force Chris was amazed the glass didn’t break. It was the sort of rain that would hurt, not least of all because of the driving wind that made it go in all directions at once.
No one and nothing would be outside this night, and those who knew the demonic source of the storm would make doubly sure to stay well out of sight.
The world was lost to a dark and stormy night, a night that would continue unabated so long as Sable brooded.
Chris stripped out of his jacket and t-shirt, toed off his shoes and socks, and raked a hand through his wet hair before padding across the bedroom to where Sable stood before the window looking out at his storm-tossed kingdom below, seeing things that only demons ever saw.
Instead of touching his lover, or even acknowledging him, Chris simply moved to the window and pressed his hands and forehead to it, staring out. Here and there lights were visible, but even supplemented by magic most of the power had gone out. Only Sable’s hotels were able to withstand the ferocity of the storm.
He waited. A storm, after all, could not be controlled, except of course by a demon of storms. They could, to a degree, be predicted, but weathermen were often as wrong as they were right. So he waited.
A storm, after all, always moved on. The winds always shifted, and though Chris wasn’t arrogant about it…he knew how to shift the winds as he wanted, occasionally.
Outside the rains steadied ever so slightly, falling down in straight sheets rather than being blown in every direction.
There was movement to his right, then a presence right behind him, a hand curving over his left hip. Chris still didn’t move, holding his position until the hand circled around to rest flat on his stomach, tugging him gently back. He tilted his head to the side, granting full access to the mouth that bent to lightly kiss the point where his pulse beat.
“Christian…” Sable breathed his name softly, as though saying a prayer. Chris shivered, always left dazed and humbled by such things. He knew how much Sable loved him, but it would always leave him feeling stunned.
He was turned around, pressed against the glass, then Sable was kissing him slow and deep and sure. It left Chris aching in a hundred ways, entire body tingling, still shivering. The first time Sable had kissed him, he’d thought the demon tasted like magic. He thought it still. If magic could have a flavor, it was the sharp, tangy taste of his lover, like lightning shattering the sky while rain drowned it.
A long moan escaped him, swallowed by the kiss, and Chris buried his hands in Sable’s thick, soft curls to hold his lover close, moaning again as hands landed on his ass to pull them flush together. Sable’s kiss shifted from a slow burn to a flash fire, teeth biting at his lip, bruising it, before the slight pain was buried beneath another consuming kiss.
One hand strayed from his ass to explore every bump and curve of his spine, then vanished abruptly as Chris was hauled up, pulled away from the window. He held tight as they moved, never breaking the kiss, knowing Sable would not let him fall, then was pressed down upon the soft satin coverlet of their bed, jeans stripped off and tossed aside, Sable’s own clothes discarded just as swiftly.
He opened his eyes and took in the sight of his lover – the thick black curls, as soft as they were untamable, gentling the hard lines of Sable’s handsome face. Chris splayed his hands across Sable’s smooth chest, loving the way his lover pressed closer, the firm muscles beneath the soft skin, the sheer heat that Sable radiated, so different from the cold rain outside.
Sable leaned down to kiss him again, leaving Chris breathless and so hard it hurt, only to continue the torment on his throat, his chest, lapping and nipping, occasionally biting hard enough to leave a mark that Chris would snarl about later.
For now, he simply stayed quiet save for moans and whimpers and needy pleas for more.
More he was readily given, and bucked hard with a hoarse cry as Sable swallowed him down without warning, struggling for balance but sweat made his hands slick and they slid from Sable’s shoulders. He settled for tangling his fingers in the sheets, snarling when Sable forced him to hold still, fingers digging into his hips while the demon continued to torturously pleasure him, mouth hot enough to burn, tongue as wickedly talented as ever.
One hand slid away to cup his balls, roll and squeeze gently, before sliding behind to tease at his hole, one finger pressing just far enough inside that Chris finally came with a ragged cry. His movements were clumsy as he trembled in Sable’s arms, lips slow to obey as Sable claimed them in a kiss that did nothing to help him recover, tasting himself mingled with Sable’s familiar sharpness.
Sable vanished for a moment, and returning to press fingers now warm and slick to Chris’s entrance. “Sable…” Chris moaned the name, heat and need already crawling up his spine again, fogging his head. Only distantly did he note that the thunder had lessened to a low and steady rumble, lightning coming only occasionally, but then one finger became two and the only lightning he saw was the flashes behind his eyes.
His fingers slid on the tight, rippling muscles of Sable’s arms, but he at last managed to get enough of a hold to drag his demon down for another kiss that became a needy moan as fingers were replaced by a hot, blunt heat that stretched him wide, familiar and right.
Sable was slick with sweat, musk and the tang of ozone and magic thick in the air, a scent that was wholly Sable and one to which only Chris would ever be privy. The scent of his demon, his lover. He met each thrust, hips jerking, digging his nails into Sable’s shoulders, begging for and immediately getting another kiss, Sable’s tongue taking his mouth in a rhythm to match his thrusts, and Chris swore the beating of their hearts was far louder than storm could ever be.
With a shout to rival his thunder, Sable came, and Chris immediately followed him, the world shattering into pieces. Slowly it reassembled itself, and Chris became aware of the hot, heavy weight of his lover on top of him.
He combed his hands through Sable’s damp curls, pressing a kiss to his brow, idly stroking his back.
Eventually Sable moved just enough that Chris could breathe properly, though only just.
“Beloved…” Sable murmured softly in his ear, then the demon was fast asleep, the storm outside fallen to a light rain, the sky already more gray than black.
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Date: 2007-04-07 09:15 pm (UTC)*.*
*brain shorted out, will get back to you later* *.* Mew.
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Date: 2007-04-07 09:25 pm (UTC)ditto?
Adore this - besides the omfg!hot. ^__~ Sable and Chris... they're the epitome of what I think the consort thing is supposed to be - they match each other and steady each other, and I love that Chris knows exactly what to do to settle Sable's storms. ::grin:: Yeah, that's all I got. Must go re-read and re-melt my poor brain. ^__~
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Date: 2007-04-07 09:34 pm (UTC)YES. Yum. Very, very yummy.
And Christian knowing how to "calm the storm"? ^__^
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Date: 2007-04-07 10:55 pm (UTC)That is all.
(I don't think I've ever read you writing full-on NC-17 smut before. Hmm.)
*attempts to reconstitute and fails*
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Date: 2007-04-07 11:56 pm (UTC)Wonderful use of weather and storms throughout the whole piece.
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Date: 2007-04-08 02:29 am (UTC)Thank you for letting us see! *love, love, love*
(I like that Chris is going to complain of the hickeys later.)
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Date: 2007-04-08 02:38 am (UTC)*brains dribble out ears* Guh! GUH!!!
*______*
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Date: 2007-04-08 03:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 04:14 am (UTC)ssshhhhh Dieter my love.
It's sweet, and it's fluffy, but not too sweet. But question, do demons have siblings? and if they did have siblings, would they be annoying ones?...
Date: 2007-04-08 02:21 pm (UTC)Thought.
Window.
Out.
*flails* GUH.
Re: ...
Date: 2007-04-08 02:22 pm (UTC)Re: ...
Date: 2007-04-08 02:27 pm (UTC)*still giggling*
I think that was the best incoherent response I've ever read in my life. <3
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Date: 2007-04-08 03:03 pm (UTC)Re: ...
Date: 2007-04-08 04:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-08 07:58 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2007-04-08 09:43 pm (UTC)~KD
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Date: 2007-04-08 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-09 03:21 am (UTC)Re: ...
Date: 2007-04-09 03:45 am (UTC)...And on that note, they'd like to offer you their complete admiration, awe, respect, and congratulations. (And if you manage it again, a large number of things I'm not sure are legal...^___^; I won't mention my Cion/Deyllgo *_* *braingoo* moment, or you'll find yourself with far too many offerings of first born and sacrficial offerings than you'd like... )
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Date: 2007-04-09 10:44 pm (UTC)yaowza.
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Date: 2007-04-10 01:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-11 12:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-15 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-18 12:56 am (UTC)My favorite couple, yay!
Sincerely, I wish I could read more and more and more about them. And this kind of scene, too ^^
Awwww!
Date: 2009-01-18 09:01 am (UTC)MORE!! Puuuuuh-weeeeeeeez?!