coyote (sister_coyote) wrote in ironman7, @ 2007-09-01 17:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | kingdom hearts, sister_coyote, week 2: prompt 3 |
Kingdom Hearts (Luxord/Demyx) [week 2, prompt 3]
Title: Keeping Time
Author: Sister Coyote
Rating: Not worksafe.
Word Count: 500
Summary: His voice was gentle but firm with the confidence of one who knew beyond doubt that he would be obeyed.
Demyx touched Luxord's symbol on the luminous white wall of the castle. After a moment, silently, the edges of the door appeared and it swung silently open, admitting him to the round, opulent room in which time played tricks.
Luxord sat before a low carved table, playing an elaborate solitaire variant that Demyx did not try to follow. On Demyx's Other's world solitaire was played with cards with five suits: sun and moon, wind and sea, and the luck-suit, stone. Luxord's cards were more brightly-painted than that, and their suits were rods, swords, coins, cups. From time to time he sipped from a heavy cut-glass cup of brandy. Demyx did not speak; he sat quietly at Luxord's feet and began to play.
He did not show surprise when no hum came from his sitar's resonator, no melody from its strings. He simply continued to play the Ballad of the Princess Beneath the Waves in the silence, while the fire crackled and Luxord played his game and sipped his slow golden brandy. When the silent song was done, Demyx put his sitar aside and waited. After a moment, Luxord finished his game, drained the last of his glass of brandy, and said, "Stand up, love." His voice was gentle but firm with the confidence of one who knew beyond doubt that he would be obeyed.
And Demyx did obey. He stood, and when Luxord said, "Off with the robe now, love, let me see that beautiful body," he complied with that, too. He had of course worn nothing under it but his boots, his gloves. Luxord handed him a little bottle of scented oil, and he prepared himself and then slid onto Luxord's lap, his heart thumping with anticipation. Luxord opened his pants and guided Demyx down, and Demyx caught his breath and moaned at the slow slide.
"That's it," Luxord said, coaxingly: "that's it, love. Sing." Demyx moaned again, softly, rocking on Luxord's lap and angling his hips just right to stroke the perfect spot. His voice rose and fell, and he heard Luxord's little hum of satisfaction.
Then the music came back -- effect following cause by a long space, all the time Luxord had wound up unreeling, but not in order -- so that one line from the refrain played three times running, backing short breathy moans, and then the first verse came trembling around him, notes on the air underlying a longer, lower sound. The hum of the resonator wrapped around him, sank deep into his bones and came out in a shudder and Luxord said, "Keep singing."
The fragments of captured time looped, split, swooped back in; rose and sank and rose again; cascaded around them, counterpoint to his voice, becoming a wholly new song -- and he did not stop moaning until it was done, and he slid off Luxord's lap and felt a gloved hand stroking his chest.
Demyx wet his lips. "You liked it?"
Luxord smiled. "Of course."