Post by sidonie on Apr 1, 2011 15:16:36 GMT 10
Title: War
Rating: R
Word Count: 225
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: Raoul was made for war.
Warning: EXTREMELY violent (though pretty non-explicit) sex.
Author's Note: Companion/prequel to museical's fic Disparity.
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Fire spread through Raoul's veins, a bright haze of agony, born of the bruises dappling his skin, the cuts and scratches that formed a pattern delicate as old lace.
His body, transformed into a map of pain, trembled and shivered, his aching, wearied muscles threatening collapse. Screams and rough groans echoed around him, and he knew some to be his own.
The battle overwhelmed his senses, fizzing through every inch of him, and he tasted exhilaration, edged with sweetness. He felt the heat, the frenzy, the wildness, as he threw himself into the fray, a fierce grin stretched across his face.
This was what he was born for, this clamorous chaos, devoid of etiquette and niceties. Here, there was no dishonesty, only the raw emotion of movement, the passion and joy of a struggle for supremacy. Here, the blows, the conflict, and the pain were sacred, acts of worship, sacrifices which fueled a divine flame. He burned with it, his skin feverish and sweat-slicked as he was consumed, devoured, swallowed up by the agony he could no longer distinguish from pleasure.
His mind overflowed with wordless light.
In the moments before it erased all thought, he looked down at his friend, partner, opponent, and could only muse that Gary had never looked so perfect as when his body bore the darkened marks of their love.
[EXCLUDED for violent sex, and embracing the violence of a sexual act, which is not permitted on Glake.]
Rating: R
Word Count: 225
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 1/E
Summary: Raoul was made for war.
Warning: EXTREMELY violent (though pretty non-explicit) sex.
Author's Note: Companion/prequel to museical's fic Disparity.
~~~~~~
Fire spread through Raoul's veins, a bright haze of agony, born of the bruises dappling his skin, the cuts and scratches that formed a pattern delicate as old lace.
His body, transformed into a map of pain, trembled and shivered, his aching, wearied muscles threatening collapse. Screams and rough groans echoed around him, and he knew some to be his own.
The battle overwhelmed his senses, fizzing through every inch of him, and he tasted exhilaration, edged with sweetness. He felt the heat, the frenzy, the wildness, as he threw himself into the fray, a fierce grin stretched across his face.
This was what he was born for, this clamorous chaos, devoid of etiquette and niceties. Here, there was no dishonesty, only the raw emotion of movement, the passion and joy of a struggle for supremacy. Here, the blows, the conflict, and the pain were sacred, acts of worship, sacrifices which fueled a divine flame. He burned with it, his skin feverish and sweat-slicked as he was consumed, devoured, swallowed up by the agony he could no longer distinguish from pleasure.
His mind overflowed with wordless light.
In the moments before it erased all thought, he looked down at his friend, partner, opponent, and could only muse that Gary had never looked so perfect as when his body bore the darkened marks of their love.
[EXCLUDED for violent sex, and embracing the violence of a sexual act, which is not permitted on Glake.]
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!