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noirenewyork2014-01-17 02:30 am
abeautifulnightmare) wrote in noirenewyork2014-01-17 02:30 am
051.5. Misc prompt
"One look (one look), could kill (could kill), my pain, your thrill...
I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I wanna too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison"
- Poison, by Alice Cooper
HERE @ muserevival
It was right out the front of the building where Brodie lived that Asher had halted, coming to a dead stop at the base of the stairs. He was bathed in a stream of light from the street light above and his hand came to rest on the wrought iron rail of the stairs where his long fingers brushed over the chilled metal. Brodie had touched this, he could feel it. His silver eyes dropped to the brass numbers on the door, emphasising for him that he had the right place. He had stalked block after block in the shadows, Kindred speed in his favour, even though he worked to remain hidden. Anyone could assume he was stalking pray if he had been seen, and maybe in a sense, he was. There was just not a single fibre of him that would ever let him think of Brodie as prey. Brodie was his love, his heart, his soul, his everything. And he had thrown it all away, making his life not worth living.
He had little self-control left by this point. The pause had merely been an attempt to ensure he had the right place. Logan could very well have fed him the wrong address to throw him off the scent. Asher wasn't rational by this point, he didn't have the capacity to analyse why Brodie's scent had been dripping from Logan's person, unwaveringly piquing every single one of Asher's volatile Kindred senses. His footfalls were silent as he scaled up the stairs and a twist of the door handle had it opening easily, unlocked. A veiled but dangerous smile danced at the corners of his lips and he entered the building. Third floor had been the location, and once again, he didn't make a single sound taking the marble stairs up to the desire floor.
As he got closer, any lingering control he had slipped away from his grasp. He gave two knocks at the door of the apartment, and there was no forethought to who else could be there. It was late... very late. If there was no answer, there would be no way in this living hell that he would walk away. It was just as he was contemplating breaking in, the door opened, and Brodie was standing there in an Elmo t-shirt with those familiar, well, well loved Star Wars pyjama bottoms. He was rubbing at his eyes to try to clear them, and his hair was messed up, the thick and dark mop tussled every which way over his head. His eyes only cleared and fell hard - shocked - on Asher for a second or two before Asher was grabbing his face between his hands and kissing him with a hunger that was eating him up from the inside out. Brodie's reaction hadn't been anything he had been able to consider either. The hunger and the desire had swallowed everything else up.
Brodie couldn't get a word out. He couldn't even get a small gasp or a squeak of shock out. His brain had just gone from fitful sleep, to barely away, to OMFG ASHER, all in about a minute space of time. That was as far as it got before Asher had him seized in a kiss that it took Brodie's breath away. He had somewhat gone limp in his hold too, because no matter how long they had spent together before they broke up, and how they had been each other's firsts in just about everything... Asher had never kissed him like this before. Like he was consuming him. Brodie lost his footing, legs giving out beneath him from the sheer force of the kiss. The stumble broke it, but Asher's hold prevented him from falling.
Something was... wrong? Different? Not right? Brodie had a moment or two to finally see Asher's face close up, only noticing now that Asher had him vice up against the wall, their faces just inches apart. As soon as they made eye contact, Brodie was hit with an overwhelming sense of terror and arousal all at the same time. This had to be some fucking ridiculously fucked up dream, and he hadn't even taken any hallucinogenic drugs to be able to blame it on. Asher's eyes were the welcoming blue he had always known. They were a bright and almost venomous silver, and - oh holy fucking shit - fangs. Were those fangs?! It was all happening so quickly that Brodie really was beginning to feel like the world was spinning all around him. All he could do was stare, slack-jawed, at Asher's eyes and then his mouth.
With Brodie in his arms, Asher was tuning in directly to every single emotional he was reacting with and as soon as he sensed the fear, it felt like that icy grip of heartbreak had its clutches around his heart again. It was when he began to momentarily falter, regret scaring Brodie like this, but instead of running, he began to stroke his fingers softly and soothingly over Brodie's cheek, like he was petting an innocent and skittish animal. He was so beautiful. He was more beautiful than he ever remembered. Asher shed a single tear, and the droplet of blood tracked down his porcelain-pale skin as his eyes swept over Brodie's face, drawing in everything he once thought was so perfect and would be with him forever. "No... no... don't be scared, my darling..." he murmured and he looked at Brodie's lips, capturing them with his own again. Only this time, his fangs pierced the soft skin of Brodie's lower lip and it was that first hint of taste of Brodie blood that stole the last ounce of control Asher had remaining...
Brodie issued a caught gasp and his head dropped back against the wall. The fear was swallowed up and replaced with nothing but sheer arousal. He could taste the blood on his tongue, but all it did was make him grab the back of Asher's hair and begin to kiss him heatedly, even raising a leg to hook up around Asher, with his lost love taking his entire weight against the wall. He had no idea what happened next. All he was aware of was a sharp surge of pain slicing through his throat and causing him to cry out. His head dropped to the side reflexively, and that was the last thing he had any true sensation of before it was flooded over by an aroused pleasure unlike he had ever felt before. He didn't know what was happening, but very quickly, he lost all consciousness to it anyway, entirely unaware of anything that happened next that he wouldn't be afforded the luxury of remembering anyway...
I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I wanna too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison"
- Poison, by Alice Cooper
HERE @ muserevival
It was right out the front of the building where Brodie lived that Asher had halted, coming to a dead stop at the base of the stairs. He was bathed in a stream of light from the street light above and his hand came to rest on the wrought iron rail of the stairs where his long fingers brushed over the chilled metal. Brodie had touched this, he could feel it. His silver eyes dropped to the brass numbers on the door, emphasising for him that he had the right place. He had stalked block after block in the shadows, Kindred speed in his favour, even though he worked to remain hidden. Anyone could assume he was stalking pray if he had been seen, and maybe in a sense, he was. There was just not a single fibre of him that would ever let him think of Brodie as prey. Brodie was his love, his heart, his soul, his everything. And he had thrown it all away, making his life not worth living.
He had little self-control left by this point. The pause had merely been an attempt to ensure he had the right place. Logan could very well have fed him the wrong address to throw him off the scent. Asher wasn't rational by this point, he didn't have the capacity to analyse why Brodie's scent had been dripping from Logan's person, unwaveringly piquing every single one of Asher's volatile Kindred senses. His footfalls were silent as he scaled up the stairs and a twist of the door handle had it opening easily, unlocked. A veiled but dangerous smile danced at the corners of his lips and he entered the building. Third floor had been the location, and once again, he didn't make a single sound taking the marble stairs up to the desire floor.
As he got closer, any lingering control he had slipped away from his grasp. He gave two knocks at the door of the apartment, and there was no forethought to who else could be there. It was late... very late. If there was no answer, there would be no way in this living hell that he would walk away. It was just as he was contemplating breaking in, the door opened, and Brodie was standing there in an Elmo t-shirt with those familiar, well, well loved Star Wars pyjama bottoms. He was rubbing at his eyes to try to clear them, and his hair was messed up, the thick and dark mop tussled every which way over his head. His eyes only cleared and fell hard - shocked - on Asher for a second or two before Asher was grabbing his face between his hands and kissing him with a hunger that was eating him up from the inside out. Brodie's reaction hadn't been anything he had been able to consider either. The hunger and the desire had swallowed everything else up.
Brodie couldn't get a word out. He couldn't even get a small gasp or a squeak of shock out. His brain had just gone from fitful sleep, to barely away, to OMFG ASHER, all in about a minute space of time. That was as far as it got before Asher had him seized in a kiss that it took Brodie's breath away. He had somewhat gone limp in his hold too, because no matter how long they had spent together before they broke up, and how they had been each other's firsts in just about everything... Asher had never kissed him like this before. Like he was consuming him. Brodie lost his footing, legs giving out beneath him from the sheer force of the kiss. The stumble broke it, but Asher's hold prevented him from falling.
Something was... wrong? Different? Not right? Brodie had a moment or two to finally see Asher's face close up, only noticing now that Asher had him vice up against the wall, their faces just inches apart. As soon as they made eye contact, Brodie was hit with an overwhelming sense of terror and arousal all at the same time. This had to be some fucking ridiculously fucked up dream, and he hadn't even taken any hallucinogenic drugs to be able to blame it on. Asher's eyes were the welcoming blue he had always known. They were a bright and almost venomous silver, and - oh holy fucking shit - fangs. Were those fangs?! It was all happening so quickly that Brodie really was beginning to feel like the world was spinning all around him. All he could do was stare, slack-jawed, at Asher's eyes and then his mouth.
With Brodie in his arms, Asher was tuning in directly to every single emotional he was reacting with and as soon as he sensed the fear, it felt like that icy grip of heartbreak had its clutches around his heart again. It was when he began to momentarily falter, regret scaring Brodie like this, but instead of running, he began to stroke his fingers softly and soothingly over Brodie's cheek, like he was petting an innocent and skittish animal. He was so beautiful. He was more beautiful than he ever remembered. Asher shed a single tear, and the droplet of blood tracked down his porcelain-pale skin as his eyes swept over Brodie's face, drawing in everything he once thought was so perfect and would be with him forever. "No... no... don't be scared, my darling..." he murmured and he looked at Brodie's lips, capturing them with his own again. Only this time, his fangs pierced the soft skin of Brodie's lower lip and it was that first hint of taste of Brodie blood that stole the last ounce of control Asher had remaining...
Brodie issued a caught gasp and his head dropped back against the wall. The fear was swallowed up and replaced with nothing but sheer arousal. He could taste the blood on his tongue, but all it did was make him grab the back of Asher's hair and begin to kiss him heatedly, even raising a leg to hook up around Asher, with his lost love taking his entire weight against the wall. He had no idea what happened next. All he was aware of was a sharp surge of pain slicing through his throat and causing him to cry out. His head dropped to the side reflexively, and that was the last thing he had any true sensation of before it was flooded over by an aroused pleasure unlike he had ever felt before. He didn't know what was happening, but very quickly, he lost all consciousness to it anyway, entirely unaware of anything that happened next that he wouldn't be afforded the luxury of remembering anyway...