Petshop of Horrors (Tetsu/D)
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puella_nerdii
Rating: R
Wordcount: 666 (hee)
Warnings: cannibalism, xeno
Prompt: predatory sex - "suck you dry and lick you clean"
Notes Again, terribly sorry for the lateness on this one.
Tetsu’s request is simple, at first; he wants an oven.
“The food’s still good raw,” he says. “But if I sear the most tender cut of the flesh on the outside and leave the rest pink...” He traces his bottom lip with his tongue.
“It’s an easy enough request,” D says. “I will do what I can.”
He certainly seems content with the oven at first. D can’t pass his room without catching the smoky scent of roasting meat wafting from within. A week later, however, he asks D for salt (“for a more full-bodied flavor”), then for basil and oregano (“it’s good for accenting the richness of the roast”). D appreciates food, certainly, but he’s hardly the connoisseur that Tetsu is, so he can only venture vague guesses about Tetsu’s plans for jalapenos or cinnamon cloves or blood oranges.
The night after D brings him confectioner’s sugar (“I’m thinking of trying a sweet glaze”), he hears Tetsu howl. He raps lightly on the door, but Tetsu’s howls stretch on, accompanied by a crash that sounds like breaking china. This won’t do. He’s usually meticulous about obtaining permission before he enters any of his pets’ quarters, but exceptions can be made. And should, if Tetsu disturbs his neighbors or worse yet, harms himself in his towering fury. His kind is startlingly rare these days, and Tetsu is such an exquisite sample of his species. Such a thick coat, such a sensitive tongue.
Tetsu rests on his haunches before the charred ruins of a dish D can’t identify. His lips pull back from his teeth in a snarl, and the white serving platter meant to contain the meal lies in thin shards ringing it, their sharp tips pointing accusingly at the marred dish.
“Tetsu?”
“It’s not right,” he growls. “I can’t get it right. The flavors are all wrong -- ”
“What are you trying to cook?” D kneels beside him slowly, taking care not to wrinkle his robe.
“You,” he says. “It’s supposed to taste like you.”
D’s smile stretches across his face. “You’re still hungering for me?”
Tetsu’s eyes glaze over -- D can almost see the saliva pooling behind his tongue. “Yes,” he whispers hoarsely. “Yes.”
D brushes a speck of ash from his knee and stands. “You only had to ask.” Tetsu gapes at him mutely. He uncurls his hand before Tetsu’s mouth, the tip of his little finger grazing his bared teeth. “But something small, if you don’t mind. I’m expecting company tomorrow, and smaller things take less time to regrow.”
Tetsu’s mouth closes around his finger, hot and insistent. He hesitates at first as though he’s still caught in a dream, the edges of his canines barely making an impression on D’s skin, but then he whines and rocks forward, his rough tongue tickling D’s palm. Tetsu’s jaws are strong enough to crush bone in one bite and rip flesh from its mooring in two more. The pain stabs through his arm when his hand finally realizes what’s been done to it; he bears down on the cherry-red wires radiating from his wound and forces his flesh to seal itself shut before he loses too much blood. The finger itself he’ll regrow later, when he doesn’t have the sight of Tetsu to distract him -- crimson liquid dribbling down his chin and eyes clenched into blissful slits.
“It’s even better than -- ” he chokes out. “Oh -- ”
And he dives forward to shred the clasps holding D’s overrobe in place, snarling deep in the back of his throat. When the silk pools around his ankles, he seizes D’s hips and places his head between his thighs. Tetsu’s mouth is still slick and warm with D’s own blood, and he shivers at the feel of it.
He traces one of Tetsu’s horns with the tip of his finger. “Have you dined well?”
“It was the most --” Tetsu begins, then stops. “I -- yeah. Yes.”
“Good,” D says. “Good.”
Author:
puella_nerdiiRating: R
Wordcount: 666 (hee)
Warnings: cannibalism, xeno
Prompt: predatory sex - "suck you dry and lick you clean"
Notes Again, terribly sorry for the lateness on this one.
Tetsu’s request is simple, at first; he wants an oven.
“The food’s still good raw,” he says. “But if I sear the most tender cut of the flesh on the outside and leave the rest pink...” He traces his bottom lip with his tongue.
“It’s an easy enough request,” D says. “I will do what I can.”
He certainly seems content with the oven at first. D can’t pass his room without catching the smoky scent of roasting meat wafting from within. A week later, however, he asks D for salt (“for a more full-bodied flavor”), then for basil and oregano (“it’s good for accenting the richness of the roast”). D appreciates food, certainly, but he’s hardly the connoisseur that Tetsu is, so he can only venture vague guesses about Tetsu’s plans for jalapenos or cinnamon cloves or blood oranges.
The night after D brings him confectioner’s sugar (“I’m thinking of trying a sweet glaze”), he hears Tetsu howl. He raps lightly on the door, but Tetsu’s howls stretch on, accompanied by a crash that sounds like breaking china. This won’t do. He’s usually meticulous about obtaining permission before he enters any of his pets’ quarters, but exceptions can be made. And should, if Tetsu disturbs his neighbors or worse yet, harms himself in his towering fury. His kind is startlingly rare these days, and Tetsu is such an exquisite sample of his species. Such a thick coat, such a sensitive tongue.
Tetsu rests on his haunches before the charred ruins of a dish D can’t identify. His lips pull back from his teeth in a snarl, and the white serving platter meant to contain the meal lies in thin shards ringing it, their sharp tips pointing accusingly at the marred dish.
“Tetsu?”
“It’s not right,” he growls. “I can’t get it right. The flavors are all wrong -- ”
“What are you trying to cook?” D kneels beside him slowly, taking care not to wrinkle his robe.
“You,” he says. “It’s supposed to taste like you.”
D’s smile stretches across his face. “You’re still hungering for me?”
Tetsu’s eyes glaze over -- D can almost see the saliva pooling behind his tongue. “Yes,” he whispers hoarsely. “Yes.”
D brushes a speck of ash from his knee and stands. “You only had to ask.” Tetsu gapes at him mutely. He uncurls his hand before Tetsu’s mouth, the tip of his little finger grazing his bared teeth. “But something small, if you don’t mind. I’m expecting company tomorrow, and smaller things take less time to regrow.”
Tetsu’s mouth closes around his finger, hot and insistent. He hesitates at first as though he’s still caught in a dream, the edges of his canines barely making an impression on D’s skin, but then he whines and rocks forward, his rough tongue tickling D’s palm. Tetsu’s jaws are strong enough to crush bone in one bite and rip flesh from its mooring in two more. The pain stabs through his arm when his hand finally realizes what’s been done to it; he bears down on the cherry-red wires radiating from his wound and forces his flesh to seal itself shut before he loses too much blood. The finger itself he’ll regrow later, when he doesn’t have the sight of Tetsu to distract him -- crimson liquid dribbling down his chin and eyes clenched into blissful slits.
“It’s even better than -- ” he chokes out. “Oh -- ”
And he dives forward to shred the clasps holding D’s overrobe in place, snarling deep in the back of his throat. When the silk pools around his ankles, he seizes D’s hips and places his head between his thighs. Tetsu’s mouth is still slick and warm with D’s own blood, and he shivers at the feel of it.
He traces one of Tetsu’s horns with the tip of his finger. “Have you dined well?”
“It was the most --” Tetsu begins, then stops. “I -- yeah. Yes.”
“Good,” D says. “Good.”
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Date: 2007-07-16 10:07 pm (UTC)I know the feeling re: extremely flexible comfort zones. I have been known to call my boyfriend at obscene hours of the night and ask him if I should be disturbed by some of the things I come up with.
And thank you! ^^
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Date: 2007-07-16 10:15 pm (UTC)I don't have the disturbing-people-at-ungodly-hours tendency, but I can talk about just about anything with my friends. I think I should be disturbed but they aren't so maybe I'm normal, I think. Until it turns into a debate and they come up with even weirder things, or I say something that gets me a WTF group look. Normal or not. Hmm...
Ah, who cares. The worry-because-I-don't-worry is a little annoying, though.
You're welcome. ^^