coyote (sister_coyote) wrote in ironman7, @ 2007-08-28 23:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | digital devil saga, sister_coyote, week 2: prompt 2 |
Digital Devil Saga (Heat/Seraph) [week 2, prompt 2]
Title: Everything There Ever Was
Author: Sister Coyote
Rating: Not worksafe/adult.
Word Count: 500
Warnings: Serious spoilers through the end of DDS2.
Summary: "I don't know what to make of you," Heat said.
"I don't know what to make of you," Heat said, so bright, so vivid, red and tan and alive -- except not, very much not alive -- in the shifting lights and shadows of the Sun.
Seraph considered this. From the one-that-had-been-two, the answer came in Sera's sweet voice: "Why do you have to make anything of me?"
Heat took his/her arms, but not as roughly as he had once done, as though he had learned something in his journey. They all had. "I was in love with you," he said, rough. Standing so close, Seraph could smell his distinctive scent, skin and sweat, fire and sunlight, cinnamon and ash. She/he knew that he meant both of them --
"But in different ways," Seraph said, both of them now, understanding. Beloved leader, beloved rival; precious ward, hidden goddess. He did not know how to join the two in his mind, did not know what to do now that his jealousy -- for there had been that, too, and confusion -- resolved itself thus.
Sera had been an innocent, but Serph had not been. Seraph shed the tight black singlet; Heat's hands ghosted over small breasts atop lean pectoral muscles, down over her/his flat belly to the phallus -- soft at first but quickening under his touch -- and then back over soft labial lips, growing wet beneath fingers that left a trail of fire.
"It's the end of the world," Seraph said. "Nothing we do here is wrong."
"You are everything there ever was," Heat said, "from the first," and again he meant both of them, Seraph knew, Seraph knew, as was right because they were one, and more one with every moment.
He/she drifted back, floating, light as dream or memory, and drew Heat back too until they both lay gentle against the ground. Seraph opened Heat's belt and felt him thick and hard and uncomplicated, stroked once, twice, and then guided him in.
At the end of the world it could not last, but Seraph tasted fire in Heat's mouth and felt it in his skin, and Heat moved deep and steady and -- cautiously and but never hesitantly, it was not in his nature -- stroked Seraph until she/he was hard in his hand. Seraph made a noise -- not quite Sera's high voice, with a note of the tenor of Serph's voice, the rare times he used it -- born both of the slow hot pressure growing where Heat moved deep inside and the sharper, brighter pressure of his hand on Seraph's phallus, until Heat came with a wordless cry and Seraph followed. It was not a likely thing, were they flesh creatures, to reach climax with such synchronicity; but here it was not about flesh, or its constraints, and it was all about synchronicity.
Afterward, they did not speak of it, but Heat touched the back of Seraphs' neck, and his eyes said: let's go save the world.