“I’m going to fuck you,” he nearly purrs, more for his own benefit than giving Altair any insight since his intentions have been clear for quite some time now. Just to hear the declaration out loud, to know that this is actually happening to himself instead of flicking through thousands of collected memories, has Alex’s hands clenching impatiently on Altair’s hips and pulling him up to stuff a pillow beneath.
The muscles in Altair’s arms and back strain as he fights against the relentless tendrils. He heaves under Alex, dropping back down like a brick when the runner grinds against his ass and bears down his whole weight, sliding his tongue up from the middle to top of the beautiful, strong dip of his spine. Alex emits a dark chuckle and repeats the motion of his hips, rocking against the inviting heat just waiting for him to sink inside.
Altair grunts. It only takes a minute before he is pushing back, restless and becoming aroused once more. Alex breathes out a pleased hum and drags fingers shivering between human and biomass-changed claws down the assassin’s side, scratching four red lines through the skin and watching with hungry eyes as the cuts bloom with thin trails of blood shortly after.
The tendrils wrapped mercilessly around Altair’s wrists and forearms slide away, caressing over his sides to the swell of his ass and upper thighs. Alex shifts back on his knees and presses a grin below the sharp jut of a shoulder blade.
“Stay still,” he murmurs. Altair tips his head so that narrowed, suspicious eyes can lock onto Alex. In the next instant, his lips draw back over bared teeth as tendrils trace his entrance before pushing right through. Before any other reaction can surface, however, the tendrils thicken to about the girth of two fingers, steadily getting larger and stroking Altair from the inside out. The assassin pushes himself up with his hands and judders helplessly, taken completely by surprise as if he had forgotten that the man behind him truly isn’t a man at all. The initial sting of being entered by something so foreign intensifies enough to pull a grunt of pain from him, but nothing more. Not yet.
Alex smiles. Once he feels the man is properly stretched, the tendrils retreat with sensual teasing of sensitive, slick muscles. Altair shivers.
He growls something against the damp skin of Altair’s back, what, he’s not too sure, just that something needed to be said to help release the suffocating tension swelling under his skin. He feels Altair tremble, and it is too much like the movement of a frightened, cornered animal that Alex groans and jerks his hips forward, thrusting into the assassin with an ease that feels all too easy and welcoming.
“Bastard!” Altair shouts, though Alex is almost sure the word was yelled in Arabic and not English.
The wave of pleasure and heat that barrels into Alex leaves him dazed and starving for more, demanding he move. So he does. Suddenly, he is pulling almost completely out of the scorching, wet heat only slam back inside again and again, hard enough to jolt the assassin beneath him and punch out groans that morph into shouts of rage and pleasure, bouncing off the stone walls to come back and slam into Alex’s ears, making them ring like a thousand voices in one.
Distantly, he feels Altair collapse beneath him. Feels himself fall after him, the two of them writhing and twisting, undeterred by the painful drop. Through his cloudy vision, Alex can see Altair’s fingers clenching hard enough into the gaudy pillows that his knuckles turn bone-white and tremble, his shouts and curses and rumbling noises of pleasure muffled by the blood roaring in Alex’s ears. The sun…the sun is a computer generated version of light filtering through the high stained glass, nothing but a memory recorded by the Piece of Eden, but he can see dust motes dancing in the yellow light. It all feels and looks so real, this place. Until it doesn’t.
The first shock blows over them in a rippling, blinding line of pale golden light. The jarring crash of heat and sheer desperation floods Alex’s system and he snarls, the rhythm of the two predators not even broken. If anything, the simulations from the Apple spur on the heated fuck to the point that Alex is shaking like a leaf, can feel everything – Altair, his sweat, his blood, their pulse – pressing against the back of his eyeballs and rushing through his veins.
Altair vibrates against him and shoves back, meeting thrust for thrust with the kind of conviction and animosity only a hunter can possess, never the hunted. The second shock hits them with white-hot intensity, slamming against Alex until he is molded against Altair’s back, panting against his neck. The assassin pushes from the ground, seemingly grateful for the arm Alex wraps around his stomach to haul him up further until they are both on their knees, back to chest, moving, fucking, snarling and blind.
Alex feels out of control. Biomass writhes and snaps with each impact of Altair and the memory of a life crashing around them, leaving nothing but white in its wake. His eyes are wide shut. His teeth are bared, fingers twisted into Altair’s hair and clenched around his middle. He can feel something slipping…slipping…infecting. The third and final blow is catastrophic – sucking all noise out like a vacuum before blasting it right back out in a deafening collision. The world heaves a shiver in tune with their tumult of release and confusion, sending them reeling and clutching to one another to stop from drowning, suffocating with the weight of nothing pressing down on their chests.
Alex knows the exact moment it all changes, knows it’s because of him and that there is no reversing what has been done. Altair’s eyes fly open.
In their depths, a smoldering fever burns with a second chance among the living. He opens his mouth on a silent scream as the virus scorches through his exhausted limbs and the power of the Apple rips the both of them back out into reality.
.IV.
IDEK. I tried to get as close to the prompt as I could with this entire thing, so yeah. Sorry it took so long, working with the public tends to send one into constant bouts of rage and writer's block.
Pillars of Sand 3/3
“I’m going to fuck you,” he nearly purrs, more for his own benefit than giving Altair any insight since his intentions have been clear for quite some time now. Just to hear the declaration out loud, to know that this is actually happening to himself instead of flicking through thousands of collected memories, has Alex’s hands clenching impatiently on Altair’s hips and pulling him up to stuff a pillow beneath.
The muscles in Altair’s arms and back strain as he fights against the relentless tendrils. He heaves under Alex, dropping back down like a brick when the runner grinds against his ass and bears down his whole weight, sliding his tongue up from the middle to top of the beautiful, strong dip of his spine. Alex emits a dark chuckle and repeats the motion of his hips, rocking against the inviting heat just waiting for him to sink inside.
Altair grunts. It only takes a minute before he is pushing back, restless and becoming aroused once more. Alex breathes out a pleased hum and drags fingers shivering between human and biomass-changed claws down the assassin’s side, scratching four red lines through the skin and watching with hungry eyes as the cuts bloom with thin trails of blood shortly after.
The tendrils wrapped mercilessly around Altair’s wrists and forearms slide away, caressing over his sides to the swell of his ass and upper thighs. Alex shifts back on his knees and presses a grin below the sharp jut of a shoulder blade.
“Stay still,” he murmurs. Altair tips his head so that narrowed, suspicious eyes can lock onto Alex. In the next instant, his lips draw back over bared teeth as tendrils trace his entrance before pushing right through. Before any other reaction can surface, however, the tendrils thicken to about the girth of two fingers, steadily getting larger and stroking Altair from the inside out. The assassin pushes himself up with his hands and judders helplessly, taken completely by surprise as if he had forgotten that the man behind him truly isn’t a man at all. The initial sting of being entered by something so foreign intensifies enough to pull a grunt of pain from him, but nothing more. Not yet.
Alex smiles. Once he feels the man is properly stretched, the tendrils retreat with sensual teasing of sensitive, slick muscles. Altair shivers.
He growls something against the damp skin of Altair’s back, what, he’s not too sure, just that something needed to be said to help release the suffocating tension swelling under his skin. He feels Altair tremble, and it is too much like the movement of a frightened, cornered animal that Alex groans and jerks his hips forward, thrusting into the assassin with an ease that feels all too easy and welcoming.
“Bastard!” Altair shouts, though Alex is almost sure the word was yelled in Arabic and not English.
The wave of pleasure and heat that barrels into Alex leaves him dazed and starving for more, demanding he move. So he does. Suddenly, he is pulling almost completely out of the scorching, wet heat only slam back inside again and again, hard enough to jolt the assassin beneath him and punch out groans that morph into shouts of rage and pleasure, bouncing off the stone walls to come back and slam into Alex’s ears, making them ring like a thousand voices in one.
Distantly, he feels Altair collapse beneath him. Feels himself fall after him, the two of them writhing and twisting, undeterred by the painful drop. Through his cloudy vision, Alex can see Altair’s fingers clenching hard enough into the gaudy pillows that his knuckles turn bone-white and tremble, his shouts and curses and rumbling noises of pleasure muffled by the blood roaring in Alex’s ears. The sun…the sun is a computer generated version of light filtering through the high stained glass, nothing but a memory recorded by the Piece of Eden, but he can see dust motes dancing in the yellow light. It all feels and looks so real, this place. Until it doesn’t.
The first shock blows over them in a rippling, blinding line of pale golden light. The jarring crash of heat and sheer desperation floods Alex’s system and he snarls, the rhythm of the two predators not even broken. If anything, the simulations from the Apple spur on the heated fuck to the point that Alex is shaking like a leaf, can feel everything – Altair, his sweat, his blood, their pulse – pressing against the back of his eyeballs and rushing through his veins.
Altair vibrates against him and shoves back, meeting thrust for thrust with the kind of conviction and animosity only a hunter can possess, never the hunted. The second shock hits them with white-hot intensity, slamming against Alex until he is molded against Altair’s back, panting against his neck. The assassin pushes from the ground, seemingly grateful for the arm Alex wraps around his stomach to haul him up further until they are both on their knees, back to chest, moving, fucking, snarling and blind.
Alex feels out of control. Biomass writhes and snaps with each impact of Altair and the memory of a life crashing around them, leaving nothing but white in its wake. His eyes are wide shut. His teeth are bared, fingers twisted into Altair’s hair and clenched around his middle. He can feel something slipping…slipping…infecting. The third and final blow is catastrophic – sucking all noise out like a vacuum before blasting it right back out in a deafening collision. The world heaves a shiver in tune with their tumult of release and confusion, sending them reeling and clutching to one another to stop from drowning, suffocating with the weight of nothing pressing down on their chests.
Alex knows the exact moment it all changes, knows it’s because of him and that there is no reversing what has been done. Altair’s eyes fly open.
In their depths, a smoldering fever burns with a second chance among the living. He opens his mouth on a silent scream as the virus scorches through his exhausted limbs and the power of the Apple rips the both of them back out into reality.
.IV.
IDEK. I tried to get as close to the prompt as I could with this entire thing, so yeah. Sorry it took so long, working with the public tends to send one into constant bouts of rage and writer's block.
Enjoy? :'D