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skull_bearerTITLE: Masochist
AUTHOR: Skull Bearer
FANDOM: Dragonlance
PAIRING: Raistlin/Dalamar
GENRE: Slash
TABLE: Here
PROMPT: 06 Pain
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 478
SUMMARY: Just. Plain. Porn.
WARNINGS: Um... sex, a bit of violence. Rough stuff.
DISCLAIMER: As no one's really writing about Raistlin or Dalamar nowadays, I might as well own them.
Raistlin dug his fingers into the grass and gritted his teeth to keep from crying out. Dalamar's breath was hot on the back of his neck; he could feel his teeth against his nape. One of the elf's hands was clenched painfully on his shoulders, his nails almost drawing blood from Raistlin's golden skin. The other was braced against the ground.
Dalamar grunted and thrust harder, driving deeper inside Raistlin's body. His hands clawed down from his shoulder to his hip, and this time Raistlin was sure he was drawing blood. He groaned, and let his head fall to the grassy ground. His arms were starting to ache and Dalamar's thrusts kept throwing him off balance. He groaned again as Dalamar's hands loosened, then closed on his cock. He hoped the elf would remember not to squeeze /too/ hard, but that was smashed as Dalamar pushed in so deep Raistlin gasped, then yelped as the elf's hand clenched agonizingly tightly on his erection.
"Sorry." Dalamar gasped, and relaxed his grip, stroking the underside soothingly.
Raistlin smiled into the grass. He meant to say something that it was all right, but then Dalamar pinched his foreskin teasingly, and the words turning into a gasp. He was fairly sure Dalamar understood though. The Dark elf had stopped thrusting, focusing all his attention on torturing his lover. He released the foreskin, then pulled it back, rubbing his thumb against the tip.
Raistlin actually whimpered, it was so tender it was painful; Dalamar chuckled darkly, and caught the lobe of his ear between his teeth, biting down.
"Dalamar..." The demanding tone he was aiming for came out as a whine.
Again, Dalamar chuckled, then started thrusting again, hard, painful and deep. His hand tightened on Raistlin's cock again, hard enough to border on the side of pain. Raistlin's groan turned into a gasp, each thrust almost pushed him over, almost tore him apart from the inside. Dalamar's teeth were tight against the nape of his neck, his breath burning the tender skin.
"Dalamar..." He wailed again, unable to bite it back. He was so close, the fire coiling in his groin tightening until it was close to pain, unbearable. "Please..."
Dalamar was beyond speech, and his teeth tightened, actually drawing blood this time. Raistlin felt the hot blood trickling down the side of his neck the same moment the elf orgasmed inside him, and he followed with a scream.
Afterwards, when they'd rolled themselves up in their bedroll and curled up together, after Dalamar had kissed him and apologized for being quite so rough, after the elf's fingers- now gentle- had traced out his body and the myriad of cuts and bruises they had left behind, after Dalamar had snuggled close and fallen asleep with his face buried in his hair, it occurred to Raistlin that he might be becoming a masochist.
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Date: 2007-10-12 10:01 am (UTC)You should at least get shares.
Raistlin&Dalamar: *hugging* "We're not sharing!"
SB: "No! Share = this piece of paper
sadly."it occurred to Raistlin that he might be becoming a masochist
Me too, right now. Meep.
Note to self: Next time save porn till after lunch.
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Date: 2007-10-13 09:14 pm (UTC)This reminds me of the line from Poison by Alice Cooper..."I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name". I like muchly
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Date: 2007-10-14 06:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-14 10:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-14 11:05 am (UTC)