Stitches
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,659
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Stitches
Title: Stitches
Written by: danglingdingle & mamazano
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: Disney's characters used and abused merely for fun and games. No profit made while at it.
Warnings: Bloodplay, playpiercing
A/N: 470 words inspired by the LJ- community blackpearlsails prompt 'Night'
Feedback: Oh, yes, yes, please!
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Stitches
On measured silence he stole both treasures in the ink black night.
One spherical, shining soft shade of rose, the other, daedally laced, webbed with words entangling, binding this moment.
Goose down softness at his fingertips, waiting to be tattered, spread warmth between his impassioned thighs.
Eyes darker than the night around them, the gossamer tightening around his entrapped heart, its ties freeing his soul to soar amidst the glittering heavens above.
Conjoining the joys of both flesh and spirit, together they formed an oasis, watering their parched mouths with the eighth, sanguine wonder of the world.
Lapping waves caressed them in silent splendor, approving their thirst for forbidden fruits, for taking it further, deeper, beyond pleasure, beyond pain… With each carefully piercing stitch, they were, truly, becoming one.
Cries of anguish drowned and changed in the torrents of rain-soaked bliss, thunder resounding in their pounding hearts, the lightning-sharp feel of blinding white delight of ultimate closeness running static through their cocks, both embedded, and pressed between. The violently flashing night shed ambrosial tears out of witnessing the nigh unbearable beauty, displayed only for her.
Life's salty ocean trickled outward, liberating them with each prick as it spilled upon the shores of mysteries, drowning all doubt and distrust, colouring them brightly to reflect the depths, the fierce vitality, underlining the meaning of their acts.
Pausing, burning, delirious with the finality, with his need to reach unity, he released another ring of now gloriously reddened gold, holding the identical pieces tight. Enjoying the cutting sensation as the filament dug inside his flesh, he searched for confirmation from the bottomless wells of darkness rivaling his own, only to find Death looking back with eagerness, with pure, sinless want, and opening his mouth, the best he still could, to receive Love’s gifts.
A sacrament of transubstantiating presence, becoming born anew in blessed conjugation, as the needle pushed into soft skin, finding new layers, the blood-anointed thread sliding smoothly while their tongues played with their materialized vows inside the hot furnace of their kiss, the raw, carnal taste of the iron only adding to the ecstasy. Their burning skins a cloth embroidered with freely surrendered abandonment, adornment of which there was no lingering doubts left.
Enwrapped into tightness and strength only mastered by Will, Jack handed the needle to Will’s awaiting fingers, their seal, in need of perfecting, preventing him from seeing, but allowing him to feel more than he’d dared to dream.
Will’s eyelashes on his own, twitching with the exquisite pleasure, their mouths ineluctably engulfing, devouring their moans as the final, deliberately slow, torturing puncture was made, sewing their lips together, bonding them to have and to hold, the marks of their renewed, profound, unspeakable oath always hidden, always healing under whiskers, always witnessed only by the darkest, most understanding of nights.
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A/N 2: Thanks for reading! :)
Written by: danglingdingle & mamazano
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: Disney's characters used and abused merely for fun and games. No profit made while at it.
Warnings: Bloodplay, playpiercing
A/N: 470 words inspired by the LJ- community blackpearlsails prompt 'Night'
Feedback: Oh, yes, yes, please!
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Stitches
On measured silence he stole both treasures in the ink black night.
One spherical, shining soft shade of rose, the other, daedally laced, webbed with words entangling, binding this moment.
Goose down softness at his fingertips, waiting to be tattered, spread warmth between his impassioned thighs.
Eyes darker than the night around them, the gossamer tightening around his entrapped heart, its ties freeing his soul to soar amidst the glittering heavens above.
Conjoining the joys of both flesh and spirit, together they formed an oasis, watering their parched mouths with the eighth, sanguine wonder of the world.
Lapping waves caressed them in silent splendor, approving their thirst for forbidden fruits, for taking it further, deeper, beyond pleasure, beyond pain… With each carefully piercing stitch, they were, truly, becoming one.
Cries of anguish drowned and changed in the torrents of rain-soaked bliss, thunder resounding in their pounding hearts, the lightning-sharp feel of blinding white delight of ultimate closeness running static through their cocks, both embedded, and pressed between. The violently flashing night shed ambrosial tears out of witnessing the nigh unbearable beauty, displayed only for her.
Life's salty ocean trickled outward, liberating them with each prick as it spilled upon the shores of mysteries, drowning all doubt and distrust, colouring them brightly to reflect the depths, the fierce vitality, underlining the meaning of their acts.
Pausing, burning, delirious with the finality, with his need to reach unity, he released another ring of now gloriously reddened gold, holding the identical pieces tight. Enjoying the cutting sensation as the filament dug inside his flesh, he searched for confirmation from the bottomless wells of darkness rivaling his own, only to find Death looking back with eagerness, with pure, sinless want, and opening his mouth, the best he still could, to receive Love’s gifts.
A sacrament of transubstantiating presence, becoming born anew in blessed conjugation, as the needle pushed into soft skin, finding new layers, the blood-anointed thread sliding smoothly while their tongues played with their materialized vows inside the hot furnace of their kiss, the raw, carnal taste of the iron only adding to the ecstasy. Their burning skins a cloth embroidered with freely surrendered abandonment, adornment of which there was no lingering doubts left.
Enwrapped into tightness and strength only mastered by Will, Jack handed the needle to Will’s awaiting fingers, their seal, in need of perfecting, preventing him from seeing, but allowing him to feel more than he’d dared to dream.
Will’s eyelashes on his own, twitching with the exquisite pleasure, their mouths ineluctably engulfing, devouring their moans as the final, deliberately slow, torturing puncture was made, sewing their lips together, bonding them to have and to hold, the marks of their renewed, profound, unspeakable oath always hidden, always healing under whiskers, always witnessed only by the darkest, most understanding of nights.
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A/N 2: Thanks for reading! :)