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kinkfestTitle: Home Away From Home
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Rating: R
Word count: 428
Summary: Far away, Nuada's thoughts turn to his sister.
Prompt: Hellboy, Nuada/Nuala: mutual masturbation- 'In the night you feel a shiver, as I touch you from afar.'
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The support he pressed his back against rumbled as a truck rolled over the bridge above. Nuada turned his head, looked out at the dim stars. His hand trailed in the trickle of filthy water running through this concrete streambed. A few yards down, a metal pipe jutted through the wall, spewing water in a torrent that splashed him with tiny drops. They caught in his eyelashes, turning the world above into a blurry jewel.
It's a poor illusion. He blinks away the water, and the ache to be home hits him. To walk in the golden courts with his sister by his side, to ride on the Wild Hunt, to share crisp little apples with Nuala...
She would be asleep now, curled in silken sheets and downy comforters, silver amidst gold. Her hair spread in a platinum net, her breasts rising and falling with her breath.
His eyes half-lidded as he took himself away from the dead concrete and metal of the human world. For a moment, he held himself in an imagined streambed, worn limestone against his back, a stream alive with little fish running over his hand. Then another truck rumbled over the bridge, smashing the waking dream into shards.
His eyes snapped open. No, he couldn't hold onto the home of his childhood in this world, not even the memory of it. The humans had changed the world too much, broken it and danced in the wreckage.
He would reclaim this world.
For Nuala.
He lifted his hand from the stream of water and touched wet fingers to his lips. Nuala. One fingertip stroked his bottom lip, stirring faint pleasure. With his other hand, he undid the straps on one side of his breastplate and slipped his hand beneath it. Wake up, Nuala.
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The sounds of industry never quite left her even in dreams. Once it made her tremble with nightmares, long-spilled blood wetting the grass again in her mind. Now it was merely part of the background, as the rails and pipes that had replaced the branches of trees.
She stirred in the dim golden twilight, feeling someone caress her breasts and thighs. Her eyes flickered open, but no one pressed down in the bed with her. No one in all her world would have dared do so, but she had hoped...
She squeezed her eyes shut and turned over, knees drawing up to her chest. Nuada. Desire ran hot in her; she need only reach down between her legs to ease it. Her fists clenched instead as she tried to outwait her brother. Please don't, Nuada.
End
Author:
beckyh2112Rating: R
Word count: 428
Summary: Far away, Nuada's thoughts turn to his sister.
Prompt: Hellboy, Nuada/Nuala: mutual masturbation- 'In the night you feel a shiver, as I touch you from afar.'
---
The support he pressed his back against rumbled as a truck rolled over the bridge above. Nuada turned his head, looked out at the dim stars. His hand trailed in the trickle of filthy water running through this concrete streambed. A few yards down, a metal pipe jutted through the wall, spewing water in a torrent that splashed him with tiny drops. They caught in his eyelashes, turning the world above into a blurry jewel.
It's a poor illusion. He blinks away the water, and the ache to be home hits him. To walk in the golden courts with his sister by his side, to ride on the Wild Hunt, to share crisp little apples with Nuala...
She would be asleep now, curled in silken sheets and downy comforters, silver amidst gold. Her hair spread in a platinum net, her breasts rising and falling with her breath.
His eyes half-lidded as he took himself away from the dead concrete and metal of the human world. For a moment, he held himself in an imagined streambed, worn limestone against his back, a stream alive with little fish running over his hand. Then another truck rumbled over the bridge, smashing the waking dream into shards.
His eyes snapped open. No, he couldn't hold onto the home of his childhood in this world, not even the memory of it. The humans had changed the world too much, broken it and danced in the wreckage.
He would reclaim this world.
For Nuala.
He lifted his hand from the stream of water and touched wet fingers to his lips. Nuala. One fingertip stroked his bottom lip, stirring faint pleasure. With his other hand, he undid the straps on one side of his breastplate and slipped his hand beneath it. Wake up, Nuala.
***
The sounds of industry never quite left her even in dreams. Once it made her tremble with nightmares, long-spilled blood wetting the grass again in her mind. Now it was merely part of the background, as the rails and pipes that had replaced the branches of trees.
She stirred in the dim golden twilight, feeling someone caress her breasts and thighs. Her eyes flickered open, but no one pressed down in the bed with her. No one in all her world would have dared do so, but she had hoped...
She squeezed her eyes shut and turned over, knees drawing up to her chest. Nuada. Desire ran hot in her; she need only reach down between her legs to ease it. Her fists clenched instead as she tried to outwait her brother. Please don't, Nuada.
End
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Date: 2008-11-30 05:23 am (UTC)Zoe Jakes (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFXNZLsEVqw) does a bit of the Goth/breakdance fusion thing--I hope they bring her back out this year.
Mardi's solo starts at about 4:10 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zm4uwcHKARc) but the first section is Mardi, Rachel, & Zoe going all silly-Vaudeville together. (I <3 Mardi. She's squishy & her boobs are fantabulous.)
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Date: 2008-11-25 02:10 pm (UTC)Hot and wrong and wonderfully in character. I applaud all the little fey references. I think you captured these two, the situation, perfectly.
... You haven't written more Hellboy fic, by any chance~? :D
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Date: 2009-02-24 07:37 am (UTC)The mere idea is breathtaking.
The ending is a little surprise to me, as I had thought the story would end in this way - Nuada mastu himself and Nuala endured/enjoyed the feeling. (But then it turned out that Nuada is inducing the other to mastu. Haha, that's bad of you, author)