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dorksidefiker) wrote2010-12-04 11:05 pm
dorksidefiker) wrote2010-12-04 11:05 pm
Incubus
TITLE: Incubus
AUTHOR:dorksidefiker
FANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Victor/Santo, Alani
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 38. Hard
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Victor’s been getting a ghostly visitor.
WARNINGS: Slash!
NOTES: Nothing to note.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Victor felt ghostly hands wandering over his body, and pressure on his lips, like someone was kissing him awkwardly. His eyes flew open as the pressure grew around his crotch, and he groaned, his back arching. “What-”
He could see… something. Like light that was trying to be man-shaped and wasn’t quite managing. The pressure moved from his mouth to his neck, warm and insistent and strangely pleasant. It might have been more so if he had any idea who was doing this to him. “Who-” He moaned, clutching at phantasmal flesh. The phantom faded like morning mist in the sunlight.
Vic…
Victor stat up, shuddering, his erection straining against his boxers. “Jesus.” He looked down at himself, noting that the claws on the end of his hand had ripped through the sheets as he clutched them. Before the thing had faded away, he could have sworn he’d heard Santo’s voice.
Which was impossible.
He flopped back down on the bed, still rock hard and a little bit scared.
***
Santo was poking food around his plate, looking unusually morose. “I miss eating,” he said. Victor grunted, his head propped up in his hand.
“Santo?”
Santo continued pushing food around, a look of longing on his stoney face as he daintily picked up a piece of bacon. “Yeah, Vic?”
Victor licked his lips. “Never mind. It’s nothing.”
“ ‘kay.”
***
Two nights later, it came back.
Victor had been waiting, watching, and wondering if maybe he’d dreamed the whole thing. The product of hormones, ongoing sexual frustration, and eating questionable food before bed.
But then it came back, more solid this time.
One moment, Victor was alone in his room, staring up at the ceiling, and the next there was a warm presence weighing down on him. The phantom mouth traced his jaw, the hands caressing him urgently. Victor wriggled, gasping as one of the hands sank partially through his flesh. It tingled, but in a good way. He whimpered, closing his eyes and clutching at the sheets under him. “Oh God…”
Vic
“Santo? Is that you?”
I
Then he was gone again. Victor pulled the pillow over his face, using it to muffle his frustrated shout.
***
“I think Santo’s sleep walking or something.” Victor said. “I mean, Dr. McCoy said he was really just psionic energy animating a stone golem. So it… could be him. Maybe.”
“What’s he been doing?” Alani asked, cutting a scoop of ice cream in half with her spoon. Victor stared into his own dish of ice cream, blushing.
“Vic? What did he do?”
“Nothing,” Victor mumbled. “He was just -- it’s nothing.”
“Uh-huh,” Alani said, not buying it.
AUTHOR:
dorksidefikerFANDOM: X-Men
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Victor/Santo, Alani
TABLE: C
PROMPT: 38. Hard
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Victor’s been getting a ghostly visitor.
WARNINGS: Slash!
NOTES: Nothing to note.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Victor felt ghostly hands wandering over his body, and pressure on his lips, like someone was kissing him awkwardly. His eyes flew open as the pressure grew around his crotch, and he groaned, his back arching. “What-”
He could see… something. Like light that was trying to be man-shaped and wasn’t quite managing. The pressure moved from his mouth to his neck, warm and insistent and strangely pleasant. It might have been more so if he had any idea who was doing this to him. “Who-” He moaned, clutching at phantasmal flesh. The phantom faded like morning mist in the sunlight.
Vic…
Victor stat up, shuddering, his erection straining against his boxers. “Jesus.” He looked down at himself, noting that the claws on the end of his hand had ripped through the sheets as he clutched them. Before the thing had faded away, he could have sworn he’d heard Santo’s voice.
Which was impossible.
He flopped back down on the bed, still rock hard and a little bit scared.
***
Santo was poking food around his plate, looking unusually morose. “I miss eating,” he said. Victor grunted, his head propped up in his hand.
“Santo?”
Santo continued pushing food around, a look of longing on his stoney face as he daintily picked up a piece of bacon. “Yeah, Vic?”
Victor licked his lips. “Never mind. It’s nothing.”
“ ‘kay.”
***
Two nights later, it came back.
Victor had been waiting, watching, and wondering if maybe he’d dreamed the whole thing. The product of hormones, ongoing sexual frustration, and eating questionable food before bed.
But then it came back, more solid this time.
One moment, Victor was alone in his room, staring up at the ceiling, and the next there was a warm presence weighing down on him. The phantom mouth traced his jaw, the hands caressing him urgently. Victor wriggled, gasping as one of the hands sank partially through his flesh. It tingled, but in a good way. He whimpered, closing his eyes and clutching at the sheets under him. “Oh God…”
Vic
“Santo? Is that you?”
I
Then he was gone again. Victor pulled the pillow over his face, using it to muffle his frustrated shout.
***
“I think Santo’s sleep walking or something.” Victor said. “I mean, Dr. McCoy said he was really just psionic energy animating a stone golem. So it… could be him. Maybe.”
“What’s he been doing?” Alani asked, cutting a scoop of ice cream in half with her spoon. Victor stared into his own dish of ice cream, blushing.
“Vic? What did he do?”
“Nothing,” Victor mumbled. “He was just -- it’s nothing.”
“Uh-huh,” Alani said, not buying it.
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I wouldn't call it "lately", with how I've written Alani. I've been sitting on this story (and the other ones I posted) for the gods only know how long.
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