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kinkfestTitle: A Bitter Vintage
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Rating: R
Warnings: incest, metaphysical conceits
Wordcount: 439
Prompt: Revolutionary Girl Utena/Sandman, Anthy/Akio/Desire: incest, threesome- "The waves of desire in the world ocean are an intoxicating wine."
They are old, yes, but it is older still.
In a moment unfettered by time, she slaps its eldest sister’s hand from her brother’s fevered brow. “He is mine,” she says. “I will take him.”
“Where?” Death asks.
“Away,” she replies, brushing sanguine lips to his cheek. “Far from the thieves and whores who seek to claim him.”
“What more can they claim?” she asks. Dios trembles on his bed of straw. “There’s only a shell left.” Her pale hand hovers over the embers of his soul; the light they emit is feeble, the warmth halting at best.
“Enough to save,” Anthy counters.
“He’ll be in pain,” Death says. “He’ll never be whole again. Is it worth it?”
“Yes,” she says, and Desire heats her voice, slips into the facets of her emerald eyes.
“Sibling.” Death’s tone is black. “Yours?”
“Mine,” it says. “And my twin’s. And dear little sister’s. And my elder brother’s, and the prodigal’s, and the eldest’s. But never yours. No, never.”
“You’ll regret this,” she promises. “And so will they.”
“I think not,” it says. “There are always those who spurn your embrace, and they seem content enough not knowing your touch. It is their right to refuse you, is it not?”
“Yes.” Her kohl-lined lips draw taut. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
“No more than they.” Its smile is sharp as a dagger’s point. “But that’s half the fun.”
It insinuates its way inside them when they rut on the straw for the first time, she pinned between pain and ecstasy when the million swords writhe within her, he aglow with a cold and hungry flame as he forges the million blades into one, a length of ghostly steel glittering with glimpses of what he was, once. It guides the crescents of his nails to his sister’s dark nipples, guides his palm to the heat gathering between her legs. It whispers not of the years to come to her but rather of the straw sticking to her sweat-slicked back, the breadth of him buried deep within her, the sharp points of his teeth on her ear. And when they lay spent, it gives the former prince a name more fitting to his station: Akio, from the fairest and fallen. It is not blasphemy but tribute.
And in the eons to come, when Despair’s hooks twist in their flesh and Delirium’s butterflies perch on their eyelids, it is still Desire’s voice that carries them through their nights together, dark though its whispers may have grown.
The waves of Desire in the world ocean are an intoxicating wine still, bitter though the vintage may be.
Author:
puella_nerdiiRating: R
Warnings: incest, metaphysical conceits
Wordcount: 439
Prompt: Revolutionary Girl Utena/Sandman, Anthy/Akio/Desire: incest, threesome- "The waves of desire in the world ocean are an intoxicating wine."
They are old, yes, but it is older still.
In a moment unfettered by time, she slaps its eldest sister’s hand from her brother’s fevered brow. “He is mine,” she says. “I will take him.”
“Where?” Death asks.
“Away,” she replies, brushing sanguine lips to his cheek. “Far from the thieves and whores who seek to claim him.”
“What more can they claim?” she asks. Dios trembles on his bed of straw. “There’s only a shell left.” Her pale hand hovers over the embers of his soul; the light they emit is feeble, the warmth halting at best.
“Enough to save,” Anthy counters.
“He’ll be in pain,” Death says. “He’ll never be whole again. Is it worth it?”
“Yes,” she says, and Desire heats her voice, slips into the facets of her emerald eyes.
“Sibling.” Death’s tone is black. “Yours?”
“Mine,” it says. “And my twin’s. And dear little sister’s. And my elder brother’s, and the prodigal’s, and the eldest’s. But never yours. No, never.”
“You’ll regret this,” she promises. “And so will they.”
“I think not,” it says. “There are always those who spurn your embrace, and they seem content enough not knowing your touch. It is their right to refuse you, is it not?”
“Yes.” Her kohl-lined lips draw taut. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
“No more than they.” Its smile is sharp as a dagger’s point. “But that’s half the fun.”
It insinuates its way inside them when they rut on the straw for the first time, she pinned between pain and ecstasy when the million swords writhe within her, he aglow with a cold and hungry flame as he forges the million blades into one, a length of ghostly steel glittering with glimpses of what he was, once. It guides the crescents of his nails to his sister’s dark nipples, guides his palm to the heat gathering between her legs. It whispers not of the years to come to her but rather of the straw sticking to her sweat-slicked back, the breadth of him buried deep within her, the sharp points of his teeth on her ear. And when they lay spent, it gives the former prince a name more fitting to his station: Akio, from the fairest and fallen. It is not blasphemy but tribute.
And in the eons to come, when Despair’s hooks twist in their flesh and Delirium’s butterflies perch on their eyelids, it is still Desire’s voice that carries them through their nights together, dark though its whispers may have grown.
The waves of Desire in the world ocean are an intoxicating wine still, bitter though the vintage may be.
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Date: 2007-10-09 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-09 04:17 am (UTC)everythingshows like Utena, where the poetic surrealism of both universes blends together beautifully.And I'll post it over there. Always happy to share the Utena love!
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Date: 2007-10-09 04:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-09 04:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-09 02:34 pm (UTC)*smile*. Wow.
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Date: 2007-10-09 03:49 pm (UTC)