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onepieceyaoi100Title: Heaven
Pairing: EnerxZoro
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 315 (since I'm ineligable anyway...)
Warnings: Rape, altered timeline, vague spoilers for the end of Skypeia... fits in somewhat with a fic I'm working on...
His skin crawled, stomach twisted with the finery that enveloped him. Sweaty black soot from his skin smeared on the plush red carpet. Wrists clasped in a gold prison, some mocking imitation of a whore's gaudy jewelry. Bright silks clung to the back of his legs, sticky with sweat and blood. And the skin that touched his was as soft as those silks, pale and unblemished as china. But it was the humiliation, the anger, the pain, the defeat that overshadowed all this. The power that hummed through his bones, that surged through his blood in waves and jolts. Rattled his teeth, pushed black at the edges of his vision. Crackled through his sweat, tearing painful patterns across his skin.
And ever incongruent, even as merciless thrusts racked his frame, burning his raw skin at the elbows and knees on the soft carpet, that china touch caressed him. Fingers roved across his body that had betrayed him and he spited them both for it. Sparks from those gentle fingertips made him shake, made his jaw clench until he was sure his teeth would crack. And never was there so much as a gasp from behind. Only carefully measured breaths, as though this were only meditation. And he hated himself, hated his body more for the quiet sounds that were wrenched, torn from his dry throat.
"So stubborn." That mocking voice was in his ear, his body shaking harder with the higher voltage that coursed through him as paler flesh leaned over, pressed against his back. "What more do you want? I've deemed you worthy. I offer you everything. A life of perfection, at my side."
"Don't... need... you..." he ground out, struggling to find his voice. "Have my own... worth... ngh--ah...!" A gasp ripped the words from his throat, raw power ripped the resistance from his stubborn body, stained the carpet with his shame.
Pairing: EnerxZoro
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 315 (since I'm ineligable anyway...)
Warnings: Rape, altered timeline, vague spoilers for the end of Skypeia... fits in somewhat with a fic I'm working on...
His skin crawled, stomach twisted with the finery that enveloped him. Sweaty black soot from his skin smeared on the plush red carpet. Wrists clasped in a gold prison, some mocking imitation of a whore's gaudy jewelry. Bright silks clung to the back of his legs, sticky with sweat and blood. And the skin that touched his was as soft as those silks, pale and unblemished as china. But it was the humiliation, the anger, the pain, the defeat that overshadowed all this. The power that hummed through his bones, that surged through his blood in waves and jolts. Rattled his teeth, pushed black at the edges of his vision. Crackled through his sweat, tearing painful patterns across his skin.
And ever incongruent, even as merciless thrusts racked his frame, burning his raw skin at the elbows and knees on the soft carpet, that china touch caressed him. Fingers roved across his body that had betrayed him and he spited them both for it. Sparks from those gentle fingertips made him shake, made his jaw clench until he was sure his teeth would crack. And never was there so much as a gasp from behind. Only carefully measured breaths, as though this were only meditation. And he hated himself, hated his body more for the quiet sounds that were wrenched, torn from his dry throat.
"So stubborn." That mocking voice was in his ear, his body shaking harder with the higher voltage that coursed through him as paler flesh leaned over, pressed against his back. "What more do you want? I've deemed you worthy. I offer you everything. A life of perfection, at my side."
"Don't... need... you..." he ground out, struggling to find his voice. "Have my own... worth... ngh--ah...!" A gasp ripped the words from his throat, raw power ripped the resistance from his stubborn body, stained the carpet with his shame.
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Date: 2004-12-01 05:22 am (UTC)Wait a minute ...
FIC you're working on??? Guh- *passes out*
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