"It's like in the great stories... The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why."
aldiara on May 15th, 2011 04:22 pm (UTC) Oubliette (or I May Have Some Serious Marian Hate To Work Out of My System)
The room's only window has been bricked up, but there's a gap in the top right corner. A little ray of sunshine comes through every morning, travels across the dusty floor in a narrow sliver of light, then disappears. Most of the time it's dark, though.
She brings him food, sometimes, and women. They're all skinny, and he doesn't know how much she pays them. He doesn't really care; in the dark, they could all be her.
At first, he screamed, cursed, begged. She only shrugged. "You wanted us to be happy in a back room. Aren't you happy, Marian?"
amo_amas_amat on May 15th, 2011 04:37 pm (UTC) Back Room (with Simone being a dirty slash fan again)
“Mike, I think it’s in the back room if you’re heading that way.” Simone calls.
Mike sniggers, causing Lars to give him a hard, caustic stare. Great, Mike thinks, Lars already has his best grumpy-bastard face on.
“Just come help me find it yeah.” Lars follows Mike into the back room with an irritated pout on his face, which Mike would find funny if he wasn’t so annoyed.
They find the Ice Queen’s tiara below several layers of feather bowers which now lie strewn at their feet.
Lars’s eyes soften as he leans in, lifting the crown to Mike’s head.
antiteb on May 15th, 2011 05:09 pm (UTC) Hinterzimmer (so ein kreativer Titel....)
Deniz liebte es, wenn Roman ihn in irgendwelche Hinterzimmer schob, seine Lippen auf Deniz’ Hals legte und knabberte, leckte, saugte. Die Hände fahrig auf nackter, sensibler Haut, der Atem heiß.
Deniz liebte es, wenn Roman seine Hände um Deniz’ Gesicht legte und mit den Fingern über die hohen Wangenknochen fuhr. Wenn Roman ihm dabei tief in die Augen schaute und ihm mit einem sanften Kuss sagte, dass er ihn liebte.
Deniz liebte es, wenn Roman auf die Knie ging und seine Hose öffnete. Wenn mit einem Mal alles um ihn herum egal war. Er nur noch fühlte.
aldiara on May 15th, 2011 05:18 pm (UTC) Re: Hinterzimmer (so ein kreativer Titel....)
Mrrrroooowwwww. Entschuldige, ich muss mir mal schnell Luft zufächeln.
Bei mir schwingt auch gerade ziemlich viel Wehmut mit, wenn ich was DeRo-zentrisches lese, aber das war einfach nur schön. Heiß, liebevoll, in-character und schön.
winterlover on May 21st, 2011 04:25 pm (UTC) Re: Sie ist innen größer
TARDIS!!! Oh, so eine bräuchte ich jetzt, um all die Dinge reinzutun, die ich noch aufräumen muss, bevor meine Eltern morgen zu Besuch kommen. Oder ich könnte einige Tage zurückreisen und schon eher mit Saubermachen beginnen...
A breath. A gasp. A moan. Light shifting, playing over skin beaded with sweat. Every inch of him is on fire. The only other sound in the little room is the thud and thunder of music from the club proper.
Everything in his midsection tightens. As he comes, Deniz breaks the kiss and cries out into Marc’s mouth. Marc kisses his neck, still pushing into him, sliding him through the spasms.
~*~
Deniz woke, his cock still hard, a sticky warmth on his belly. He glanced over at Roman, breathing next to him. And knew things would never be the same.