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Category:
1 through F › From Hell
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,061
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own From Hell, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dark Body, Invisible Wound
Series: From Hell/ Wilde
Pairing: Fredrick Abberline/ Rentboy
Chapter Summary: Death doesn’t necessarily do us part.
Warnings: Angst (just a little though), supernatural.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money off them.
Notes: Yes the title’s from a Fear Factory song (lyrics are here if anyone’s interested: http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/residentevil/invisiblewoundsthesuturemix.htm) Also, I wrote this in under 2 hours soon after I got back from my honeymoon, sorry if it sucks.
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A gentle breeze embraces me. It feels nice, relaxing, pleasingly warm and cool at the same time. I breathe it in, savoring the fragrant sweetness it brings with it. I like the breeze. It’s always with me.
I close my eyes and lean back in my chair as another gentle gust of wind ruffles my hair and caresses my body like a pair of ghostly hands. The feeling makes me smile. I feel loved. The breeze loves me.
The hands roam all over my body, whispering over my face, arms, chest, thighs, and even my groin. The breeze wants me to strip, the movement of his hands tells me so. A chill of anticipation runs down my spine at the thought. He wants me, and I shall do as he desires.
Silently I reach for the buttons of my shirt and undo them one at a time. Goose bumps rise on my flesh as it’s exposed little by little. Angel kisses. “Let me love you again,” my lips murmur.
I reach down to unfasten my pants. I’m already hard. And it’s not long before ghostly hands reach my hardness. He’s teasing me. He wants me completely naked. And I comply, quickly slipping out of my garments and dropping them in a messy pile on the floor. This is how he’s always liked me to be.
A warm mouth engulfs my length and sucks lovingly, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply in what areas. I moan in delight and hold out my hands, hoping against hope that my fingers come into contact with soft flesh. But they do not.
Then just like that the mouth leaves as well.
“No…!” Disappointment beckons sadness, but that won’t happen this time. I know I’m not alone. He’s still here. Surely enough, my organ is engulfed again. This time though, it is not by a mouth.
Warm thighs straddle mine as a tight body moulds against me, making me whimper in delight. He knows how much I enjoy this. His arms are around me and I can feel his lips planting ghostly kisses all over my face and neck. How I wish I could kiss him back. How I wish I could touch his soft skin and silky curls again. But this will just have to do.
I can almost hear his labored breathing as he rides me faster. I see his face in my mind, glowing and damp with sweat. His beautiful features constrict in tender passion as incoherent words of pleasure spill from his rosy lips. How I long to hear those words breathily mumbled in my ears again.
My skin feels warmer and sweatier by the second, and my body starts to stiffen. No… I don’t want it to be over so soon. I try to prolong it as much as possible, but after a certain point my body looses control and I shudder in waves of orgasmic pleasure. It’s fantastic! But I fear the aftermath…
As my orgasm subsides I open my eyes. I’m completely alone, just as I’d dreaded. I look around my bedroom for any sign of what just happened and find absolutely nothing. My skin still feels flushed though, and there’s proof of my orgasm on my chest and stomach.
“Kevin?” I call out meekly, hoping that by some miracle he answers. But he doesn’t. Just like he didn’t the night before, or the night before that, or the night before that. And it is at this point that my sadness stares to return. I get off my chair and walk over to the open window so I can shut it and turn in for the night. But just as I twist the latch to securely lock it, I feel another warm gust of fragrant wind. It makes me smile again. I know it couldn’t have come from outside, I just locked my window. He’s still here, watching over me.
Just then I notice a single red rose petal floating down out of nowhere and landing upon my pillow. My heart feels a flutter as I take a deep breath and inhale the flowery fragrance. And just as I rest my head down I whisper, “I love you too.”
Pairing: Fredrick Abberline/ Rentboy
Chapter Summary: Death doesn’t necessarily do us part.
Warnings: Angst (just a little though), supernatural.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any money off them.
Notes: Yes the title’s from a Fear Factory song (lyrics are here if anyone’s interested: http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/residentevil/invisiblewoundsthesuturemix.htm) Also, I wrote this in under 2 hours soon after I got back from my honeymoon, sorry if it sucks.
**************************************************************
A gentle breeze embraces me. It feels nice, relaxing, pleasingly warm and cool at the same time. I breathe it in, savoring the fragrant sweetness it brings with it. I like the breeze. It’s always with me.
I close my eyes and lean back in my chair as another gentle gust of wind ruffles my hair and caresses my body like a pair of ghostly hands. The feeling makes me smile. I feel loved. The breeze loves me.
The hands roam all over my body, whispering over my face, arms, chest, thighs, and even my groin. The breeze wants me to strip, the movement of his hands tells me so. A chill of anticipation runs down my spine at the thought. He wants me, and I shall do as he desires.
Silently I reach for the buttons of my shirt and undo them one at a time. Goose bumps rise on my flesh as it’s exposed little by little. Angel kisses. “Let me love you again,” my lips murmur.
I reach down to unfasten my pants. I’m already hard. And it’s not long before ghostly hands reach my hardness. He’s teasing me. He wants me completely naked. And I comply, quickly slipping out of my garments and dropping them in a messy pile on the floor. This is how he’s always liked me to be.
A warm mouth engulfs my length and sucks lovingly, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply in what areas. I moan in delight and hold out my hands, hoping against hope that my fingers come into contact with soft flesh. But they do not.
Then just like that the mouth leaves as well.
“No…!” Disappointment beckons sadness, but that won’t happen this time. I know I’m not alone. He’s still here. Surely enough, my organ is engulfed again. This time though, it is not by a mouth.
Warm thighs straddle mine as a tight body moulds against me, making me whimper in delight. He knows how much I enjoy this. His arms are around me and I can feel his lips planting ghostly kisses all over my face and neck. How I wish I could kiss him back. How I wish I could touch his soft skin and silky curls again. But this will just have to do.
I can almost hear his labored breathing as he rides me faster. I see his face in my mind, glowing and damp with sweat. His beautiful features constrict in tender passion as incoherent words of pleasure spill from his rosy lips. How I long to hear those words breathily mumbled in my ears again.
My skin feels warmer and sweatier by the second, and my body starts to stiffen. No… I don’t want it to be over so soon. I try to prolong it as much as possible, but after a certain point my body looses control and I shudder in waves of orgasmic pleasure. It’s fantastic! But I fear the aftermath…
As my orgasm subsides I open my eyes. I’m completely alone, just as I’d dreaded. I look around my bedroom for any sign of what just happened and find absolutely nothing. My skin still feels flushed though, and there’s proof of my orgasm on my chest and stomach.
“Kevin?” I call out meekly, hoping that by some miracle he answers. But he doesn’t. Just like he didn’t the night before, or the night before that, or the night before that. And it is at this point that my sadness stares to return. I get off my chair and walk over to the open window so I can shut it and turn in for the night. But just as I twist the latch to securely lock it, I feel another warm gust of fragrant wind. It makes me smile again. I know it couldn’t have come from outside, I just locked my window. He’s still here, watching over me.
Just then I notice a single red rose petal floating down out of nowhere and landing upon my pillow. My heart feels a flutter as I take a deep breath and inhale the flowery fragrance. And just as I rest my head down I whisper, “I love you too.”