Brain Freeze (brain_freeze) wrote in frozen_fic, @ 2008-08-02 21:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | challenge fic, dc comics, hartley rathaway/james jesse |
Even in Death (DC comics) Piper/Trickster (complete)
Title: Even in death
Author: Seftimiu aka Brain Freeze
Rating: Mature/NC-17
Warning: Necrophilia. Yes, for real.
Disclaimer: Don't own don't make money off of it. Dree and Xenos are characters in an RPG.
Prompt/Challenge: Necrophilia- but um like the good kind where the person is um all preserved and it is done as part of a resurrection more like screwing a clone not yet in full working order all body and mind isn't there yet.
Piper stared at the body in front of him trying to figure out how he'd come to this point. It was true, he wanted to bring Trickster back, no matter what. But when he had started on this quest, he never realized it would evolve to this kind of thing. Or should he say devolve? He wasn't even sure at this point.
He passed a hand over his eyes, bringing it down over his face.
His skin felt sticky and grimy. The air was heavy and humid and he felt weighed down. It didn't help that there were torches lit nearby while thick incense burned around them. Black leather straps were placed around the altar, hanging from the ceiling, while the body lay on a larger piece of leather.
"So, we gonna do this, or not?" Dree bounced on his toes and beamed at him. "Cause, you know? I got things I could be doin'." He chuckled. "Not to mention? Once this is done? I'm going to be a 'daddy' again! That's kind of exciting, you know?"
Behind him and off to the side stood the Necromancer that had created the ceremony and everything thus far. Xenos Filch. He had not said anything in depth since their last meeting. He generally allowed his partner to do all the talking. He figured out the steps, Dree initiated them.
"I'm... thinking." Piper told him, looking back over at the body that was laid out peacefully on the altar.
"Yeah, you do that." Dree rolled his eyes, and lounged in a chair while Xenos seated himself across from him, still silent as the proverbial 'grave'. "Meanwhile? I'll sit here like a 1950's expectant father, waiting!"
Piper stepped closer to the altar, looking down at the body. The body. He was having trouble thinking of it as Trickster, yet. He'd watched it being created. Had even helped create it!
Dree had explained that it was better if he was part of the entire process from beginning to end. That way he'd appreciate it more. At least, that was how he phrased it.
He glanced back at the Dark Wizard that was currently paging through a magazine. Adrian Rosier was said to be thousands of years old, and not truly human. Piper had been in their company for three months now, and he still wasn't sure if he believed it or thought they were lying.
Dree certainly didn't act like a man that had been alive for nearly five thousand years. He acted more like he was about five years old! But if he was telling the truth? Then, if this worked, not only would this man be Trickster's 'father', in a way, Trickster would be safe from Neron from this point on.
Reaching up to his hood, he pulled it down further. It gave him the illusion he was alone, if he ignored the sound of their breathing and their heartbeats.
It had taken him nearly a year to find someone that would and could help him, both. He wasn't even sure how to go about inquiring at first. He had learned to distrust magic users, and in the end, he knew that he was going to have to have their help. Because magic trumped science on this particular issue.
He'd started out subtle. Just asking if anyone knew of any magic users in the area that might take pay for a job. Someone that might practice the darker stuff. It had led him down a path that got very dark and very twisted very fast.
Piper fell out of contact with just about everyone he'd known and trusted within months of his quest. There was no time, usually. And if he had the time? He was too tired, or depressed. Any of his old friends would have tried to bring him home, if he tried to talk to them about it.
But he was obsessed by this point.
It was common sense that people shouldn't be trusted, and so he had gone in with the knowledge to take everything he heard with a grain of salt. As well as to use all due caution. That is, as best he could. He didn't think of himself as a magic user, and was not truly experienced enough with magic that he felt he could protect himself.
He'd used his flute to deflect attention in London while he walked the streets, intent on going to an underground occult shop. No one spoke or talked to him until finally a man leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette called out to him. "Interesting trick. There's easier ways to cast that spell, but you certainly picked a novel way to do it. Catchy too. I give it an eight. Add some drums and guitar? I'll give it a ten!"
Piper spun toward him, ready to fight, but the man merely smiled and threw his cigarette butt on the ground, grinding it out with his boot heel. "The costume's a nice touch, by the way." He winked and opened a door that Piper had not been aware that existed.
It was the shop he'd been searching for.
The man held the door open and gestured for him to enter. "Come on! Before the Mundanes realize something is up. They might not see what's in front of their faces half the time, but they sometimes get the vibe that something is off."
"You used magic to 'see' me." Piper half asked, half stated.
"Duh." The man said in amusement. "And you used magic to hide yourself. Dur. That's how it works. Magic is magic is magic. Doesn't matter how you all describe it with science or rationalize it to yourself. It's still magic. A seed maturing and growing into a plant, you can talk about energy and whatever all you want. But that energy itself? Was the magic that helped it grow. You're a magician, just one that likes to use music to accomplish your wishes." He shrugged. "Self trained, obviously."
Piper was quiet for a moment, not sure he wanted to argue. It seemed like a moot point, either way. And he was tired. So very tired. Almost to his soul.
"Now, I'm thinking you were looking for this shop, right? What can I do for you?" The man asked, leaning against the counter.
The shop was surprisingly bright and clean compared to all the others he'd been in. Instead of dark and musty, with cobwebs and a sense of being in a dungeon. He felt out of place in his Pied Piper costume, standing in the middle of florescent lighting... wait. It wasn't florescent. It was just... bright. He wasn't sure where or what the light source was! But it lit up even the corners. And he saw hospitals that weren't as clean as this place. Even the counter was without fingerprints on the glass.
Interesting, an arcane magic store run by a neat freak!
"I'm told that this shop sells things that other places won't touch." Piper said vaguely. Because, it couldn't possibly be true, right? Because, things of that ilk belonged hidden in the shadows. Locked in antique boxes with dust and grim.
"Ahhhh! You're looking for the naughty books. The ones that are banned." The man winked, leveling a finger at him. "Why?" He asked bluntly. "Why do you want them?"
Piper felt his shoulders slumping. He'd been searching for so long, and given the run around. Not to mention, he was starting to truly despair. It was that desperation that allowed him to keep talking. To answer in some form, at all! "I lost something, and I want..."
"To get it back." The other man finished with a nod and a roll of his eyes. "But considering it is the kind of magic that is banned that you're searching for, I'm going to think you don't mean you lost your keys."
"No. Not my keys. I lost, someone." He admitted, looking toward the floor. His vision swam in front of his eyes and he closed them a second.
"Living or dead?" The other man asked almost gently.
"Dead." He continued to look down.
"Some say it isn't healthy to hang on to them, after they are gone. That you should just leave them to their resting place. Let them go on. What would be the point in bringing them back? Or are you just talking about you know... talking to them? Not that I think that's what you're talking about. Because anyone can buy a board or go bug a Medium."
"He didn't deserve to die. He died because someone else was messing with me. My head. Trying to drive me..." He broke off bitterly. "He should be alive. He died saving me."
"Lots of people don't 'deserve' to die." The man countered. "What makes him so special?"
"I care about him." Piper offered weakly.
"Everyone has loved ones they care about that die. What makes this man SO special that an exception should be made for you and him?" The man pressed. His eyes were intense, and he refused to look away. It wasn't that he was saying 'no'. It was that he was searching for the 'right' answer. Piper wasn't sure what that answer was!
"I..." Piper looked down, feeling helpless. He wanted to scream! He fought to control his voice. "I don't know. He... he's probably in Hell, and Neron is going to torture him. He doesn't deserve that. He... He's the father of an embodiment of a God. He... I don't know. There was more that he needed to do in life!" He insisted.
"True, the Neron and father of a vessel thing is interesting, but, that still doesn't tell me, why an exception should be made for you and him." The other man shook his head slowly and narrowed his eyes.
"I guess there isn't anything other than I want to. I want to bring him back. I want him back and I'm willing to do anything necessary to do it. I don't care that he doesn't love me back. I don't care. I've searched all this time, and I'll keep searching until I find SOMEONE that will tell me how to do it. But I'm not going to give up. And I don't care how much and how many people are going to try and reason with me. I don't care if people think or 'know' I'm obsessed. I don't care if it is right or wrong. I want him back damn it. It wasn't fucking FAIR!" He ranted, and as he yelled the last word, he braced himself with his hands against the counter.
"I'm Rosier. Adrian Rosier." The man held out his hand to Piper's surprise. "And that was good enough for me." He smiled. "You have to be obsessed. A bit unbalanced. And willing to do anything. You sound like a nut! You're perfect." He beamed at him.
He didn't know whether to be relieved or insulted.
Rosier closed up shop not long after that and asked him to come home with him. "Someone I want you to meet." He smiled as he locked the door, and then magicked them to keep anyone from breaking in. He stifled a yawn and sniffed. "He doesn't really talk all that much, but that's just his way. He's a bit creepy, but keep in mind, he's not only my best friend? But he's the guy that will help you get your buddy back. So be nice." He warned him.
"He has perfected this kind of magic. We've only managed to do it three times in the last hundred and fifty years. But each time we've done it this way? It's been right." He sighed in bliss. "My boys!"
When Dree, as he told Piper to call him, introduced him to Xenos Filch, he'd been surprised to find that Rosier was not exaggerating. He was almost completely silent. Oh, he could talk. He just chose not to most the time.
It didn't seem to bother Dree at all. He would ramble on and talk for Xenos, sometimes carrying on both sides of the conversation, without Xenos even bothering to raise a brow.
Where Dree was tall, and broad, muscular? Xenos was average sized. Where Dree had stylish hair, was clean shaven and wore fashionable clothing? Xenos' hair was merely cut to efficiency, had a beard and wore what looked like second hand clothing from the Salvation Army. Dree was hyper at times, talkative all the time, and almost affectionate. Xenos was sedate, silent, and rarely smiled much less reached out to touch someone's shoulder.
But despite their differences, there was something very similar between them.
Piper couldn't quite put his finger on it. He didn't know how to qualify it, or name it. Just that those two had more in common than he knew.
He did figure out that neither man liked to apply the term 'magician' to themselves. They were, in their words, wizards. Or rather, if one had to be technical, Dark Wizards. Capital letters.
What's more, Dree had offhand mentioned that he was immortal and had been alive for the last five thousand years. When Piper had looked toward Xenos, the other man had nodded sagely and continued to sip his tea.
They weren't concerned with convincing Piper. They knew it to be true, and that was all that mattered, it seemed.
As they helped Piper settle into their home, because he would indeed be living there while they worked, he discovered their little quirks on a nearly daily basis.
Things like the fact that Dree would sing about almost anything, and would dance through the house while doing so. He had a personalized and special dance, just for brownies. Which, the man was obsessed with to a startling and disturbing degree.
Xenos was not a day person by any stretch of the imagination. He tended to sleep most the day, waking in the evening, and then staying up all night. He'd often wait until nine in the morning before toddling off to bed. Dree on the other hand, would stay up late, till about one or two in the morning, go to bed, and then wake up about ten in the morning so he could go run the shop for a few hours.
He was in turns amazed and amused by how normal they could be one moment, and then weird and creepy the next. Dree would come home, usually with take out of some kind, and then insist that Piper eat. Eat eat eat, you're too skinny! EAT! And then if Piper tried to open, say, the freezer, Dree would throw himself in front of it and give him an awkward smile saying... ah... let's not do that today, shall we? I'll... take care of it! And then he'd block access to the freezer and then padlock it.
Few people would visit, but when they did, they would close themselves off in another room, and Piper would hear absolutely no sounds whatsoever from that room till morning. Magic, he guessed.
It was another two weeks before they gave him the first hint of what they expected of him, or started to tell him what they planned to do. "Okay, here's the thing. First things first? We need to determine if he really wants to come back. I mean, it is all well and good, you want him here. But if he's absolutely resistant? Chances are he's going to suicide in the first week. If he's gone to heaven? That's almost a sure bet." Dree explained sincerely.
"How do we do that?" Piper asked. Logically, he knew that was a possibility, and he knew that really he needed James' consent. But he didn't know how to go about it. He hoped they did!
Dree made a slight face and then stuck out his tongue. "Ugh. Means we gotta go use a middle man, of course we also need to figure out where to find him. See, there's more than one realm, and more than one dimension I guess you would call it. We? We live on one. Think of it in terms of panes of glass. We're like, the third pane of glass in a stack of of them. And that stack is pretty damn high. Some figure as many as a hundred and fifty, others say it is infinite. It ain't like anyone can get an accurate count, if you know what I mean. And each one has it's own... thing... going on." He tried to explain.
"Some are a lot like here. Sommmme are hellish. Sooome others? Heavenly. So, depending on what's going on? Some people end up there, or over there, or yet over there. It isn't like there's truly a phone book of the dead. And the reason it's so hard to get in contact sometimes is because, here we are on the third pane of glass, and Joe Blow is over there on the seventy fifth pane. And while we might be able to see him, kinda, in a distorted way? We may not be able to hear him, or get an accurate account of what he's saying."
"Are you saying it is impossible?" Piper asked, refusing to believe it was, but having to ask all the same.
"Nooooo." Dree shook his head. "Just difficult, and a pain in the ass." He smiled. "So, have a bit more patience. We'll send someone through Neron's level first since he's the one that has the hate on for the guy."
Piper wasn't sure what he meant by 'send someone through', but he wasn't too sure he cared either. But he anxiously awaited word either way. When it came down, he was both relieved and horrified. Neron had managed to get his claws on him, but, Trickster was also more than anxious to come back to life. It wasn't going to be an issue.
The next issue? A body.
"Wellllll, he has to have a body." Dree had explained. "And those just aren't that easy to come by. I mean, they don't have a store for them. You know, with a meat locker and everything. 'Today's special is white blond boy!' Just doesn't work that way. Soooo, we need to figure out how we're going to get him a body. I'm going to assume after a year, his body is pretty much goo or mummified. Either way? Not the freshest thing on the market."
Piper had nodded, swallowing. He didn't want to remember it, or think about it. But it was impossible to avoid. Every night, he saw it.
"Still willing to do 'anything'?" Dree teased with a smirk.
"Do I have to kill someone?" Piper whispered. He threaded his fingers together, grasping them tightly.
Dree looked thoughtful for a moment and then shook his head. "Nah. I won't do that to you. Besides, experience tells us that trying to take other people's bodies and give them to other souls tends to cause psychotic breaks later. I think... we're going to have to start from scratch." He decided. "But, you get to help! Now, first things first. I need an approximate location of where you left his body."
Dree disappeared for a week, and when he returned, it was with a casket. "Do you have any idea what the pay off is these days for getting a dead body through customs these days?" Piper heard him bitching in the kitchen to Xenos. "Gah."
Xenos, of course, did not speak and only ruffled his newspaper as he turned the page to look at the sports page.
"What dead body?" Piper asked, stepping into the brightly lit room. He'd only woken a few minutes ago, and was still getting his wits together.
"Your friend's. Need some bits and pieces from it. Nothing to worry about. Took a while to find though. You weren't really that precise on where you left it." Dree snorted in almost amusement. "But I found it! The hardest part was getting them to come down on price to let me bring it through. Damn bastards. Talk about crooks. They're the crooks!" He swore.
He turned to Piper and smiled. "This is where, you get to start proving, you'll do anything." He told him.
Dree led Piper down into the workroom where he'd set up. "We have to remove what's left of the meat and skin from his bones. Without damaging the bones. Yeah, he's missing a hand. But hey, we'll roll with it." He told Piper, slapping him on the back.
Anything. Piper whispered to himself. Anything.
He used it as a mantra, as they performed their task.
He didn't eat for three days.
Next, they needed... an artist.
"You ever heard the story about how Wonder Woman was born?" Dree asked cheerfully while Piper sorted through pictures he'd found after a frantic search back home. He'd gone back for a day and a half before returning to the small dark house in London. He brought everything he could lay hands on, from mug shots to newspaper clippings, to candid pictures taken with instant cameras.
"Kinda." Piper admitted carefully.
"Well, supposedly, she was made out of clay and then given life. We're kinda sorta going to do that. Kinda."
"How kinda?" Piper asked, curious.
"We're not going to use just clay, per se. Or rather, we are, but it has to be mixed with other stuff." He wrinkled his nose and gave him a playful smile. "And it is going to be formed onto his bones."
The artist that Dree contacted arrived at the end of the week. He was, as he told Piper, a Dark Creature. He was not human. He was a vampire. What's more, he was over five hundred years old. And a descendent of Dree's.
Piper again, wasn't sure how to take that or whether or not to believe it. But he figured it didn't really matter in the long run.
"Do you love this guy like a brother? Or more?" Dree asked him the night Aeron arrived.
Piper closed his eyes and then whispered. "More."
"Well, then, guess you get to skip THIS step." Dree said thoughtfully. "Wouldn't do to use your blood in the clay, nor your semen." He admitted. "Guess that means... I'm spanking the monkey tonight!" He stood up and dusted himself off. "See you later. Hey! Xenos! You seen my porn mags? I also need my knife!" He yelled as he started down the stairs, leaving Piper to gape after him.
Aeron took the clay and formed it into a man. Not just any man, but an almost exact replica of Trickster. Sketches he'd made from the pictures hung around the work room as he worked. And Aeron was just as temperamental an artist as people spoke of. Alternating between dragging Piper down to look at his creation, and kicking him out because he was distracting him from the process!
It had taken him many days to finish it, but by the time he was done, it was as perfect as one could get. Minus a hand.
"There are worse things than being one handed, mon ami." Aeron told him quietly. "Being dead and lifeless, is one of them. He'll get over it once he's back." He assured him.
"Play." Xenos commanded Piper on the next night while the moon was growing full. "Play, every night for this month. Throughout the night. Play. Whatever you feel. Play. But play with your heart. Not your mind!" With that, he shut Piper into the room with the clay sculpture. He would lead Piper down every night as the sun went down, and then release him from the room come morning.
By the time he was let out, he was invariably exhausted and just wanted to pass out. He never played that much in his life. And sometimes, he worried that he was going to fail in his task. But Dree would just smile, shake his head and remind him. "Do it as your heart tells you to. Intention, is everything. It's why you have to be obsessed. Why you have to be... focused." He explained.
So he played.
Sometimes, the songs were made up as he went. Sometimes they were things he'd learned as a youth. Sometimes, they were just ditties he'd heard on the radio. But he played, whatever seemed to want to come from his lips and fingertips.
Two weeks in, he noticed a change in the sculpture. But it wasn't until another week had passed that he realized what was happening. The clay, was becoming real. The clay was becoming flesh and blood, on the bones of Trickster's body.
On the last night, it was as though James had gone to sleep. That is, if you could ignore the fact that he wasn't breathing and had no heartbeat.
Dree and Xenos entered the room that morning, and examined the body. They looked pleased.
"Saaaweeet." Dree said in approval.
"But, the body isn't alive, quite yet. Almost there! It's still empty. We have to bring him back, and place him within the shell." Dree corrected. "We can get his essence and soul here. But, this is the thing you have to also do next. You? Have to ground him, to this plane, and fuse him to his body."
"How do I do that?" Piper asked.
"He needs the... ahhhh how to put this..." Dree squinted, looking toward the ceiling. "Okay, your sperm? It's all sorts of 'life giving' ya know? Well, it's a good way to jump start a body if you combine sex magic with necromancy. There's a lot of symbolism there. If you think about it."
"You... want me..." Piper started to ask weakly.
"To get it on with your dead friend's body, which is technically a dead body ONLY until he's back inside it. Yeah." Dree nodded. "It's okay though, we had our go between talk to him about it, and he's completely fine with it. Since he's in a bit of a hurry to get out of that hell realm and all. He even suggested getting you drunk and handing you a bag of Viagra if it would help. He also said something about..." Here even Dree looked confused, but still relayed the message. "I take back everything I said. I'm sorry. I was a prick. I was just scared of everything going on. Fighting made me forget about it."
Piper rubbed his forehead. "I have to... Oh, God."
"Hey, you did say... anything." Dree grinned.
They had to wait, till everything was 'right', and tonight, was supposed to be that night.
Dree looked at his watch and then looked at Piper. "Done thinking yet? Beeecause, time's tick-tocking away. And I was hoping to watch some House MD tonight. You have to plan these things in advance you know. Otherwise Xenos takes over the television and I'm stuck watching stuff like Dr. G Medical Examiner or something!"
"I'm ready." Piper said, uncomfortable still with the idea.
Dree came up behind him, speaking over his shoulder and into his ear in a low voice. "Don't think of it as a brain-dead body. Don't think of his corpse at all. Ever play bondage games?" He asked, putting his hands on Piper's shoulders and then sliding his hands down to his elbows slowly. He then reached out and tugged on a black strap. "It connects to the piece under him. Lifts him up. Come on, ever had sex on a swing?"
"I'm not answering that." Piper stated, a slight waver in his voice.
"I'll take that as a yes." Dree chuckled low, under his breath.
The lights in the room were low, and Xenos had slipped out of the room by now. Dree put a hand on Piper's hip, walking him a step closer toward the body on the altar. "He's here, in the room... his essence. It's here, watching... approving. He wants this. He wants you to bring him back." His voice was still low and almost hypnotic as he spoke just behind Piper's ear.
Normally, it would be too loud. But somehow, probably the magic that Dree often used without forethought, it still managed to sound as though it was just barely above a whisper.
"He wants you." Dree placed a tiny hot kiss just behind the back of his ear. "I'm here, Piper." He breathed, and his voice took on a higher quality. The accent changing with his words.
Trickster?
"James?" Piper held his breath as he felt hands on his stomach, stroking the material of his shirt down.
"Yes, here. Waiting. I'm here, waiting for you." Another wet kiss brushed over the nape of his neck and Piper closed his eyes. "Bring me to life, Piper." One of the other man's hands, slipped under his shirt for a second before coming down to the fly and unsnapping the button.
Piper's eyes were closed, and he unintentionally leaned into the warmth behind him. Listening to Trickster's voice speaking just for him. "Never wanted to want you." James' voice told him softly. "But couldn't help it, in the end. Want you, now, and forever..." He pulled the shirt from over Piper's head. "Need you." He told him, kissing his shoulder.
Eyes still closed, breath hitching, Piper tilted his head to the side as arms hugged him tightly to the warm body behind him. He felt flushed, and his groin tightened as he felt the hardness against his backside. "I'm here, Hart. I'm here." He assured. "Help me, please. I need you. I have been dreaming about you." He quietly begged as one arm slid out from around him and grasped his hand, slowly moving it to the prone figure still reclined on the altar.
"Love me." He felt his hand placed firmly on the Trickster's body.
Dree's hands withdrew, slowly sliding to his back, but gently pushing him toward James' body before disappearing all together.
Piper slowly opened his eyes and kept his eyes focused only on the other man in front of him.
He was a man. Not a body. Not a corpse. James was here. He had to remind himself of this.
The skin was flawless. No scars. No marks at all. Baby-soft too. Experimentally, he leaned down and placed a small kiss on his cheek. It was clean, but without the taste of soap. There were no smells either, other than the incense that burned around the room.
He heard the slight scrape of the door opening and then closing, and knew that Dree had removed himself from the room.
But he was still not alone in the room. He could still feel a... presence... just over his shoulder.
A gust of cold breath over the nape of his neck. He closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath. "God." He breathed, swallowing hard. Was that James' spirit? His ghost?
The cold gust of air came again, lower on his back and he rolled his shoulders in response, shivering.
He tried to figure out how to connect what he felt outside of himself, to what was in front of him, unmoving.
A snippet of words came back to him. Dree had mentioned bondage? It could work?
It was hard to think straight. The cold breath on his neck returned and he wished he could lean back into it, and to a hard warm body behind him. But it wasn't 'there'. Not yet.
It was in front of him, waiting...
And that is what got him moving. He tentatively put his hands back on the body and then to the arms. They were solid, firm, and not too cold. No more than anyone's body would be unclothed and laying on top of the covers.
The cold breath returned, tracing a path from the back of his neck down his spine. Piper shivered at the feel, closing his eyes. Trickster was teasing him in the only way he could.
Chill trailed over his hips, following his hands as he pushed down the jeans. He gasped as that same gust of cold air ghosted over his erection, causing it to jump in his own hand. "Fuck." He breathed. He could almost swear, he felt a touch of an icy tongue. He didn't know if it was his imagination, or James trying to make his presence more known. Either way, it didn't matter. It worked.
He covered James' with his own body, brushing a kiss against James' lips and was surprised to feel that same cold gust of air blowing back on his lips in response. It gave him the illusion that James was actually there, inside the body, and interacting...
He smiled slightly and leaned down again, this time giving the chilled body a longer deeper kiss. Pushing the lips apart with his tongue as he did so.
Oil was supplied in a small jar on the pallet. He could probably get away with a quickie, but, no. No. Because, James was here. And... this meant something.
Tenderly, he rubbed his hands down the body, as though to warm it or relax him. "This, is going to be so much better, when you can actually participate." He muttered aloud, trailing kisses down James' chest.
He closed his eyes as he went lower, breathing deeply the clean smell of the flesh. It wouldn't harden, no. But he still tasted and rubbed his cheek against the wiry hair before pulling back and kneeling between the other man's legs.
When he'd first come in, he'd wondered about the straps that hung nearby. No, that wasn't true. It was more that he'd tried hard not to wonder about them. He had thought he didn't want to know. But now he pulled the leather bits closer to them, watching them move on the rod suspended on the ceiling. A sling, or in this case, a swing, would indeed make this easier.
He pulled the straps down, shifting them under his legs, back and used what he realized was part of the set up that had been connected to the back strap to make sure that his neck didn't swing backward. It left James' body inclined, and his legs spread as Harley pulled on the chain lifting him above the altar. He secured it to a hook beside him and shook his head. "The fact that they have this already rigged up and ready? Scares the hell out of me." He muttered. But he decided he just didn't care, because James was laying spread out for him, nearly ready.
He ran his hands along James' legs, rubbing with his thumbs as he leaned forward and took him in his mouth again. He dropped one hand down to the oil and picked it up. It was warm and slick and he found himself closing his eyes as he smoothed it on himself and James. He released him from his lips and pulled himself up, settling one hand on his hips and then guiding himself with the other.
Living presence inside or not, Piper had to hold his breath at the tightness.
Mumbling an oath he held himself still until he was sure he could control himself and then pulled out again. Every stroke, his breath caught in his throat, and he pulled James tighter to him. Bursts of cold air, randomly blew onto his sweat soaked body as he bit his lip. At first on his back, neck, and on his backside, and then eventually round the front until when he felt he could no longer hold on any longer, he realized that it was consistently on his throat. In the same place.
The first time he felt James spasm around him, Piper could no longer hold on and felt himself lose all control. Rocking against him, leaning up as far as he could to kiss the slack lips in front of him until he finally drained himself inside the other man.
He held him tightly in his arms, almost afraid to take a breath. Afraid it hadn't worked.
Afraid they'd failed.
He slipped out of his body, and still held on. Afraid to see.
"I better get a..." The voice paused as he wet his lips and tried to find his words. "An encore performance, of this. Otherwise, I'm going to be pissed. I missed out. My body had fun without me. That's depressing."
Piper jerked back and stared wide eyed at James who pulled at the straps and made himself swing a little. "Trickster?"
"No. Seriously. My body had sex without me. That's not at all fair. What is your recovery rate?"
Piper gaped at him, mouth opening and closing, not sure what to say now that Trickster was here and honestly alive.
"Would it be rude to ask for head?" He asked, gesturing down to where he was growing hard. "I mean, it looked pretty hot when you were licking and sucking on it before..."
"Trickster?" Piper repeated.
He smiled slowly and reached out, pulling Piper closer. "You said, you'd do anything for me." He whispered to him. Then kissed him long and deep.
When he pulled back, gasping for breath he gave Piper a huge cheesy smile. "So, what do you say? Oral?"
Piper cuffed him on the shoulder and gave him a narrow look before he smiled and grabbed his wrists. "I hope this body is well rested and also has a quick recovery rate." He told him. "Because... you're going to need it." He promised, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Hot damn." Trickster breathed.