I miss Angel and Spike a lot. I’m still achy and in a bad mood. missmorwen and polgara_malfoy made me smile, and so I dabble more words. Originally posted: 1st December, 2006
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Shadowplay
In the dead of night,
the silence breaks.
Living sounds,
of bodies meeting in anger,
knife edge of hate and longing,
of caresses and wounds.
Bodies silent.
A vampire’s breath
as quiet as the shadows they cast.
Till they break, moments to forget.
Flesh and blood, kisses and tongues,
taste of something else than stale blood and grief.
Skin gleaming white,
flicker of a broken streetlight intruding,
breaking the memory of gas lights and easier times.
When a soul was nothing,
and family was everything.
Never alone.
Cold bodies and sharp fangs,
arms and legs everywhere.
Underneath the covers,
wicked deeds and thorned roses,
dead things for princess
and crosses for daddy.
Fingers opening him up, slick and sliding,
even this has changed.
Gentle force, and things have never been so new and old at the same time.
Scratches down his thighs,
wrapped tighter around strong ribs
and arching back.
Deep inside and never deep enough.
The gryphon’s wings beneath his hands,
black outlines against his lips.
Slick tongue and fine caresses,
gentle when no eyes upon him.
Dark hair tickles his hand, slides between fingers
and the ghost of long lost curls the boy was never allowed to play with.
Swollen lips, cherried red,
like the first time he serviced on his knees.
No breath and swallowed sin,
dark eyes a well he could drown in.
Sink so deep, never be the same again.
Words and fists,
showing him how to please.
How daddy wants it.
Angelus,
the bell tolled.
Devotion and terror. Sire.
Prayers spoken into dirty sheets,
screamed from chains and lashes,
lessons learned.
The innocence stripped,
now the disciple you made.
(I am all that you see,
I am all that you want me to be.)
Lips and kisses,
fangs and whispers,
words crowding in his throat.
White sheets, and feather pillows,
secrets hidden in muffled breaths
and choked pleadings.
Please, and yes.
Harder, fuck me.
(Never let me go,
hold you deep inside,
don’t forget,
let me be yours again)
Words curled on a tongue,
kissed quiet.
Sheets cold,
bodies curled close,
breaths gone quiet again.
Nights to never speak of,
another memory you share.
Blood and desire,
here it finds it’s rightful place.
When the dam breaks,
you don’t have to hide.
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