FIC - page two of Lucifer/Boromir
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cinzia...
Because I think she deserves a little somethin'. 'Twas a long day at work today, so I haven't much more finished than I did before, but here is the next little section of the Lucifer/Boromir... thing... that I'm working on. The first chunk is here.
"No," Boromir said, "this is not what I wanted. I had found peace! After so many long years spent seeing my people suffer, of never being able to do enough... of pining after love that I can never feel, of never being able to live up to what everyone wanted of me, I had peace. And you stole that from me!"
Lucifer frowned, sadly. It was an expression that was false, contrived, and surely had the sole purpose of angering Boromir. It worked. "'Stole' is such an ugly word...." He reached out and took hold of Boromir's wrist, drawing him closer. Boromir scowled down at him. He was shaking. And Lucifer laughed at him.
"Look at you. Such ... fire." A smile curled Lucifer's lips, and he tugged on Boromir's arm, but Boromir refused to move. Rolling his eyes, Lucifer tugged again, and somehow Boromir was unable to resist. Nor could he struggle or shove Lucifer away when he was pinned to his bed. Lucifer loomed over him, dark and beautiful, and a terrible brightness in his eyes.
Boromir swallowed and a tight knot of fear grew in his stomach. "Let go," he whispered. He swallowed again, and spoke more forcefully, "Let go and leave me be."
It sounded as though Lucifer was purring. Boromir shuddered and closed his eyes as Lucifer's head dropped, and hot, hot lips brushed over his ear. "No, Boromir." The voice was silk, and Boromir gasped. "I think you may need my... assistance."
"I need nothing from you! I never needed anything from you. Please, go. Please."
Lucifer's tongue traced the shell of Boromir's ear. "I have given you your heart's deepest desire. And now you owe me..." The velvety-dark voice trailed away, and teeth nipped at Boromir's earlobe. His eyes were firmly shut, and he squirmed, fighting to get away, but Lucifer's grip was like steel. "You owe me everything, Boromir."
Never once, had this man *asked* Boromir what he wanted. And yet, with sudden startling clarity, Boromir remembered telling him everything: reckless, thoughtless fancies whispered under the cover of darkness, under the cover of the pleasure Lucifer gave him. Lucifer, taking him over and over with a tireless body, swallowing his cries of release with a demanding mouth, and watching, always watching, with a gaze that consumed and saw everything.
His horror must have reached his face now, because Lucifer smiled wickedly down at him. "What are you?" Boromir asked.
"Why, only your humble servant, Lord Boromir," Lucifer said, his voice mocking.
cinzia...Because I think she deserves a little somethin'. 'Twas a long day at work today, so I haven't much more finished than I did before, but here is the next little section of the Lucifer/Boromir... thing... that I'm working on. The first chunk is here.
"No," Boromir said, "this is not what I wanted. I had found peace! After so many long years spent seeing my people suffer, of never being able to do enough... of pining after love that I can never feel, of never being able to live up to what everyone wanted of me, I had peace. And you stole that from me!"
Lucifer frowned, sadly. It was an expression that was false, contrived, and surely had the sole purpose of angering Boromir. It worked. "'Stole' is such an ugly word...." He reached out and took hold of Boromir's wrist, drawing him closer. Boromir scowled down at him. He was shaking. And Lucifer laughed at him.
"Look at you. Such ... fire." A smile curled Lucifer's lips, and he tugged on Boromir's arm, but Boromir refused to move. Rolling his eyes, Lucifer tugged again, and somehow Boromir was unable to resist. Nor could he struggle or shove Lucifer away when he was pinned to his bed. Lucifer loomed over him, dark and beautiful, and a terrible brightness in his eyes.
Boromir swallowed and a tight knot of fear grew in his stomach. "Let go," he whispered. He swallowed again, and spoke more forcefully, "Let go and leave me be."
It sounded as though Lucifer was purring. Boromir shuddered and closed his eyes as Lucifer's head dropped, and hot, hot lips brushed over his ear. "No, Boromir." The voice was silk, and Boromir gasped. "I think you may need my... assistance."
"I need nothing from you! I never needed anything from you. Please, go. Please."
Lucifer's tongue traced the shell of Boromir's ear. "I have given you your heart's deepest desire. And now you owe me..." The velvety-dark voice trailed away, and teeth nipped at Boromir's earlobe. His eyes were firmly shut, and he squirmed, fighting to get away, but Lucifer's grip was like steel. "You owe me everything, Boromir."
Never once, had this man *asked* Boromir what he wanted. And yet, with sudden startling clarity, Boromir remembered telling him everything: reckless, thoughtless fancies whispered under the cover of darkness, under the cover of the pleasure Lucifer gave him. Lucifer, taking him over and over with a tireless body, swallowing his cries of release with a demanding mouth, and watching, always watching, with a gaze that consumed and saw everything.
His horror must have reached his face now, because Lucifer smiled wickedly down at him. "What are you?" Boromir asked.
"Why, only your humble servant, Lord Boromir," Lucifer said, his voice mocking.
