Okay, story time!
Aug. 27th, 2002 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thistledearReal short short I did awhile back. Aerael and Mark, very PG, no sex but it is implied. Hee.
“Hope you don’t mind holey bed partners, Sartain,” Aerael grumbled as he strode through the balcony doors. “I got attacked by a college student with a piercing gun and a brand spanking new certificate that allows her to put holes in people.”
Carmine’s eyes went wide, the brush he held stilling in its strokes through Mark’s hair, as he looked the incubus over. “Oh...my.”
Mark was surprised, but not enough to keep the amused smirk away from his lips. “My. You are holey, aren’t you? I’ve never fucked a holey man before.”
“Okay, puns are not going to get you laid tonight.” Aerael threw himself down into a nearby chair, wings limp on either side of him. “I’m afraid that’s my influence, though. Guess I have no one to blame but myself.”
Carmine was trying very hard not to drool at the sight of Mr. Sartain’s incubus lover, but it was very hard. Instead of Aerael’s usual attire of easily removed sarong, he was wearing a pair of skin-tight leather pants and soft, thigh-high leather boots with buckled straps up the length of them. No shirt, but that would have hid the silver rings in his nipples and the silver belly ring. And the incubus had all that glorious white hair pulled back into a ponytail high on the back of his head, showing off the line of rings now marching the length of his pointy ears. He also had a laberet.
“And did she also get some sort of tattooing certification?” Mark asked dryly.
“Hmm? Oh.” Aerael ran light fingertips over the tribal tattooing covering his abdomen. Carmen nearly swooned. “Karen’s girlfriend said that if Karen got to practice her piercing, then she got to practice her henna. Personally, I think she just wanted to play with my abs. And I think Carmine there is about to pass out if he doesn’t start breathing again soon.”
Mark turned cool eyes to his valet and waved a hand towards the door. “Thank you, Carmine. You may go.”
“Ah...um, yes sir.” He laid the brush down and tried to keep Aerael in sight as he walked out of the room. He walked right into the doorjamb instead. “Ow.”
“So hard finding good help these days,” Mark said, shaking his head as Carmine weaved out and closed the door behind him, wondering how quickly Evyn could get from his home to the valet’s room. “Oh well. Now, let me see what all you’ve done to yourself, Aerael.”
Aerael pushed himself up and did a model turn for the vampire, curling his wings seductively around himself as Mark paced around him. He sighed as the vampire slid a finger through one nipple ring, giving it a little tug.
“These piercings give you a rather...submissive look,” Mark purred, tugging a bit harder until the incubus’ breath hissed through his teeth. He ran his mouth over the curve of Aerael’s throat, letting fangs graze the skin. “I think I rather like it.”
“I haven’t even shown you the best one yet,” Aerael said breathlessly, wrapping his hand around Mark’s wrist.
“If this little Karen girl pierced your cock, pet—“
“Um, yikes. Neither of them were getting that low, Mark.” Aerael grinned and pressed a kiss to the vampire’s mouth, slipping his tongue between his lips. Mark gasped at the feel of warm silver and jerked back.
“Was that—a tongue ring?”
“Barbell...whatever.” Aerael grinned. “Wanna try it out?”
“Excuse me?”
His grin turned evil as he slowly backed Mark towards the bed. “You’ll see.”
*** *** ***
Evyn’s head jerked up as the howl reverberated throughout the mansion, his painted mouth spreading in an amused grin. “It seems Aerael’s showing off the tongue piercing.”
“Who cares?” Carmine whimpered, grabbing a handful of his incubus lover’s tri-red hair. “You’re not through showing off yours yet."
“Hope you don’t mind holey bed partners, Sartain,” Aerael grumbled as he strode through the balcony doors. “I got attacked by a college student with a piercing gun and a brand spanking new certificate that allows her to put holes in people.”
Carmine’s eyes went wide, the brush he held stilling in its strokes through Mark’s hair, as he looked the incubus over. “Oh...my.”
Mark was surprised, but not enough to keep the amused smirk away from his lips. “My. You are holey, aren’t you? I’ve never fucked a holey man before.”
“Okay, puns are not going to get you laid tonight.” Aerael threw himself down into a nearby chair, wings limp on either side of him. “I’m afraid that’s my influence, though. Guess I have no one to blame but myself.”
Carmine was trying very hard not to drool at the sight of Mr. Sartain’s incubus lover, but it was very hard. Instead of Aerael’s usual attire of easily removed sarong, he was wearing a pair of skin-tight leather pants and soft, thigh-high leather boots with buckled straps up the length of them. No shirt, but that would have hid the silver rings in his nipples and the silver belly ring. And the incubus had all that glorious white hair pulled back into a ponytail high on the back of his head, showing off the line of rings now marching the length of his pointy ears. He also had a laberet.
“And did she also get some sort of tattooing certification?” Mark asked dryly.
“Hmm? Oh.” Aerael ran light fingertips over the tribal tattooing covering his abdomen. Carmen nearly swooned. “Karen’s girlfriend said that if Karen got to practice her piercing, then she got to practice her henna. Personally, I think she just wanted to play with my abs. And I think Carmine there is about to pass out if he doesn’t start breathing again soon.”
Mark turned cool eyes to his valet and waved a hand towards the door. “Thank you, Carmine. You may go.”
“Ah...um, yes sir.” He laid the brush down and tried to keep Aerael in sight as he walked out of the room. He walked right into the doorjamb instead. “Ow.”
“So hard finding good help these days,” Mark said, shaking his head as Carmine weaved out and closed the door behind him, wondering how quickly Evyn could get from his home to the valet’s room. “Oh well. Now, let me see what all you’ve done to yourself, Aerael.”
Aerael pushed himself up and did a model turn for the vampire, curling his wings seductively around himself as Mark paced around him. He sighed as the vampire slid a finger through one nipple ring, giving it a little tug.
“These piercings give you a rather...submissive look,” Mark purred, tugging a bit harder until the incubus’ breath hissed through his teeth. He ran his mouth over the curve of Aerael’s throat, letting fangs graze the skin. “I think I rather like it.”
“I haven’t even shown you the best one yet,” Aerael said breathlessly, wrapping his hand around Mark’s wrist.
“If this little Karen girl pierced your cock, pet—“
“Um, yikes. Neither of them were getting that low, Mark.” Aerael grinned and pressed a kiss to the vampire’s mouth, slipping his tongue between his lips. Mark gasped at the feel of warm silver and jerked back.
“Was that—a tongue ring?”
“Barbell...whatever.” Aerael grinned. “Wanna try it out?”
“Excuse me?”
His grin turned evil as he slowly backed Mark towards the bed. “You’ll see.”
*** *** ***
Evyn’s head jerked up as the howl reverberated throughout the mansion, his painted mouth spreading in an amused grin. “It seems Aerael’s showing off the tongue piercing.”
“Who cares?” Carmine whimpered, grabbing a handful of his incubus lover’s tri-red hair. “You’re not through showing off yours yet."
