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tsuru_sanOy, I should not be allowed to look at "adult" books (see the last post)...they give me naughty ideas. *cough* Pocket Book of Kama Sutra *cough, cough* No outright sex though...
Title: Tangible Dreams
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Raze/Soren
Rating: PG-15 (for slashiness)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn.
Summary: Soren really needs to get some sleep... (Takes place two days after Coffee)
The laptop snapped shut with more force than necessary. Soren sighed deeply, fingers massaging his temples. He had been awake all day and most of the night. Now it was one in the morning, and the stoic vampire was more than ready to fall over.
Two nights ago, he’d been called out to fight lycans with death dealers, and conveniently ever since he’d been stuck in his personal chambers swamped with work from Kraven. Casting a slight glare at the austere settings of his personal quarters, the janissary was sorely tempted to take a walk around the mansion gardens. He quickly rethought the idea though. Fatigue really made one want to shun physical activity.
Standing and stretching, Soren flexed tense muscles and removed his shirt—a simple black cotton one—before tossing it carelessly onto the back of his desk chair. Half-stumbling over to his bed, Soren at last did what he’d been wanting to for the past twenty-four hours.
He collapsed without even turning the sheets down.
~~~
The sound of curtains flapping woke Soren from his sleep. A quick glance to the digital clock on his nightstand confirmed it was only three in the morning. Muttering curses sleepily under his breathe the janissary dragged himself out of bed to shut the window.
Can’t believe I left the bloody thing open, the vampire thought tiredly. But then Soren realized what should’ve been instantly obvious to his exhausted mind: He hadn’t left the window open. Wait a moment, if he hadn’t, then who did...?
Soren’s eyes narrowed to slits and turned blue. Even thoughts of sleep were gone as his predatory instincts took over. There was someone in his room. This was not good, but at least he had a loaded handgun hidden under his desk. Now if he could only get to it... Determined eyes darted inconspicuously around searching for any intruders as the janissary slowly sidled away from the once more closed window. He moved calmly across the floor to the desk, and Soren’s hand had just closed over the gun handle when he stopped. The vampire stood stock-still. Whoever had broken into the mansion was right behind him, Soren could sense it, and drawing a firearm with his back exposed was stupid beyond reason so the nightwalker resolved to let this prowler make the first move although he already had pretty good idea who it was...
“You look tense, Soren.”
The janissary quelled the urge to jump out of his skin as his suspicions were proven true and a deep voice uttered the same words he’d first heard four months ago. Soft laughter sounded from behind him. Apparently, the similarity of the situation, then, had not escaped Raze’s notice. Soren stood impassively as the lycan’s hands slid across his smooth flesh, but inwardly, his mind was a whirl of confusion and...longing. What the hell was Raze doing here? Why was the lycan at Ordoghaz...and in his bedroom, no less!
Raze chuckled again, pulling an incredibly shocked Soren closer. “I never imagined you as the type to sleep without a shirt on.”
“Usually when you’re around, I don’t end up sleeping with anything on,” the vampire retorted, finally regaining some of his senses and turning around in Raze’s embrace.
No more words were spoken though as the lycan tilted his lover’s head up for a kiss. There was an air of desperation as their mouths came together, a starved yearning that made the two warriors cling to each other, hands and lips seeking further contact.
Working Raze’s shirt open, Soren parted his lips willingly allowing the lycan’s tongue to enter his mouth. The vampire groaned slightly, a shiver shooting down his spine. The werewolf tasted raw and wild, and the janissary wondered briefly how he could’ve ever wanted Kraven’s sweet but paltry kisses over this. Soon Raze abandoned his lips in favor of his neck. Soren unwittingly complied, baring his throat.
As the lycan’s sharp fangs pressed into his neck, his pulse point, Soren trembled in a mixture of fear and desire. He had heard of and seen Raze at work, and it was oddly exciting to know how dangerous the lycan could be.
At last pulling Raze’s shirt off, Soren let his hands wander across the werewolf’s muscular chest. Pointed nails teased and dragged along the sculpted contours, making dark flesh quiver in anticipation of what was yet to come. Elegant fingers explored the, by now, well-known skin, tracing scar tissue and other oh so sensitive areas.
Soren heard as well as felt the lycan moan as Raze’s hungry mouth trailed heated kisses along his flesh. The janissary shuddered as his lover reached that spot on his collarbone and bit down...not hard enough to draw blood but with more than enough force to send shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Soren clutched Raze’s hips to keep his balance. How could one month apart make him lose control like this? The vampire even considered putting a stop to things now before they got out of hand.
As though sensing Soren’s reluctance, Raze stepped back but not before pushing the vampire onto the bed.
“I hope you are not...annoyed that I came here...?”
Eternity ticked by in a second, and common sense was thrown out the window.
“I’d be much less annoyed if you came over here,” the janissary half-commanded gesturing to the bed. He knew Raze would be more than happy to obey.
~~~
Soft cotton pressed into Soren’s lips. The smooth linen had an uncanny resemblance to a certain lycan... Raze! Immediately, the janissary reached out, fingers caressing the crisp bed sheets but earnestly searching for a warm body.
It was a dream, Soren thought at last, more than a little dismayed. But, honestly, what else could it be? There was no way that Raze would’ve actually been able to sneak into the mansion, let alone want to. With an irritated growl, the janissary rolled onto his side reaching for the glass of water he always kept on his bedside table. But instead of cool crystal, Soren’s fingers brushed against the cold metal of his gun.
The vampire’s eyes opened wide. Sitting on the nightstand was his favored HK P7.
It was the same gun he’d lost fighting lycans a few nights ago.
~END~
Title: The Best
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: [read it and find out ‘cause I’m not telling ;)]
Rating: PG-15 (for angst and vague, slashy almost-sex)
Disclaimer: Not mine. *sob*
Summary: (200 words) Just a little angst drabble that popped up from...somewhere.
The sweet voice that whispered even sweeter things in his ear had taunted and degraded hundreds. But with a soft, lusty kiss from thin lips, he was enthralled...or at least his body was. It was hard to remember that none of this was for real when those firm, battle worn hands traced his skin, knowing where to touch him, how to make him tremble. Those same hands that bore the blood of a myriad of innocent souls. It was no wonder he felt satisfied but tainted when he walked away.
Blue eyes would look into brown and see something there that they must’ve deemed important because then he would be pulled close in a possessive embrace, a well-toned body clutching him and sharp nails trailing deliciously across his pale skin. How many throats had those claws torn out in over a thousand years?
Once Kraven had asked Soren how he would be able to write Viktor off. How could the janissary betray his Elder, his lover? The overseer was practically signing Viktor’s death warrant after all.
Soren had smiled a cruel smile then, but all he said was, “I learned from the best.”
And indeed, Viktor was an excellent teacher.
~END~
Note: Considering how Soren is getting beat up in the Underworld slash rpg, it’s about time things did a 180.
Title: Tangible Dreams
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Raze/Soren
Rating: PG-15 (for slashiness)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Damn.
Summary: Soren really needs to get some sleep... (Takes place two days after Coffee)
The laptop snapped shut with more force than necessary. Soren sighed deeply, fingers massaging his temples. He had been awake all day and most of the night. Now it was one in the morning, and the stoic vampire was more than ready to fall over.
Two nights ago, he’d been called out to fight lycans with death dealers, and conveniently ever since he’d been stuck in his personal chambers swamped with work from Kraven. Casting a slight glare at the austere settings of his personal quarters, the janissary was sorely tempted to take a walk around the mansion gardens. He quickly rethought the idea though. Fatigue really made one want to shun physical activity.
Standing and stretching, Soren flexed tense muscles and removed his shirt—a simple black cotton one—before tossing it carelessly onto the back of his desk chair. Half-stumbling over to his bed, Soren at last did what he’d been wanting to for the past twenty-four hours.
He collapsed without even turning the sheets down.
~~~
The sound of curtains flapping woke Soren from his sleep. A quick glance to the digital clock on his nightstand confirmed it was only three in the morning. Muttering curses sleepily under his breathe the janissary dragged himself out of bed to shut the window.
Can’t believe I left the bloody thing open, the vampire thought tiredly. But then Soren realized what should’ve been instantly obvious to his exhausted mind: He hadn’t left the window open. Wait a moment, if he hadn’t, then who did...?
Soren’s eyes narrowed to slits and turned blue. Even thoughts of sleep were gone as his predatory instincts took over. There was someone in his room. This was not good, but at least he had a loaded handgun hidden under his desk. Now if he could only get to it... Determined eyes darted inconspicuously around searching for any intruders as the janissary slowly sidled away from the once more closed window. He moved calmly across the floor to the desk, and Soren’s hand had just closed over the gun handle when he stopped. The vampire stood stock-still. Whoever had broken into the mansion was right behind him, Soren could sense it, and drawing a firearm with his back exposed was stupid beyond reason so the nightwalker resolved to let this prowler make the first move although he already had pretty good idea who it was...
“You look tense, Soren.”
The janissary quelled the urge to jump out of his skin as his suspicions were proven true and a deep voice uttered the same words he’d first heard four months ago. Soft laughter sounded from behind him. Apparently, the similarity of the situation, then, had not escaped Raze’s notice. Soren stood impassively as the lycan’s hands slid across his smooth flesh, but inwardly, his mind was a whirl of confusion and...longing. What the hell was Raze doing here? Why was the lycan at Ordoghaz...and in his bedroom, no less!
Raze chuckled again, pulling an incredibly shocked Soren closer. “I never imagined you as the type to sleep without a shirt on.”
“Usually when you’re around, I don’t end up sleeping with anything on,” the vampire retorted, finally regaining some of his senses and turning around in Raze’s embrace.
No more words were spoken though as the lycan tilted his lover’s head up for a kiss. There was an air of desperation as their mouths came together, a starved yearning that made the two warriors cling to each other, hands and lips seeking further contact.
Working Raze’s shirt open, Soren parted his lips willingly allowing the lycan’s tongue to enter his mouth. The vampire groaned slightly, a shiver shooting down his spine. The werewolf tasted raw and wild, and the janissary wondered briefly how he could’ve ever wanted Kraven’s sweet but paltry kisses over this. Soon Raze abandoned his lips in favor of his neck. Soren unwittingly complied, baring his throat.
As the lycan’s sharp fangs pressed into his neck, his pulse point, Soren trembled in a mixture of fear and desire. He had heard of and seen Raze at work, and it was oddly exciting to know how dangerous the lycan could be.
At last pulling Raze’s shirt off, Soren let his hands wander across the werewolf’s muscular chest. Pointed nails teased and dragged along the sculpted contours, making dark flesh quiver in anticipation of what was yet to come. Elegant fingers explored the, by now, well-known skin, tracing scar tissue and other oh so sensitive areas.
Soren heard as well as felt the lycan moan as Raze’s hungry mouth trailed heated kisses along his flesh. The janissary shuddered as his lover reached that spot on his collarbone and bit down...not hard enough to draw blood but with more than enough force to send shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Soren clutched Raze’s hips to keep his balance. How could one month apart make him lose control like this? The vampire even considered putting a stop to things now before they got out of hand.
As though sensing Soren’s reluctance, Raze stepped back but not before pushing the vampire onto the bed.
“I hope you are not...annoyed that I came here...?”
Eternity ticked by in a second, and common sense was thrown out the window.
“I’d be much less annoyed if you came over here,” the janissary half-commanded gesturing to the bed. He knew Raze would be more than happy to obey.
~~~
Soft cotton pressed into Soren’s lips. The smooth linen had an uncanny resemblance to a certain lycan... Raze! Immediately, the janissary reached out, fingers caressing the crisp bed sheets but earnestly searching for a warm body.
It was a dream, Soren thought at last, more than a little dismayed. But, honestly, what else could it be? There was no way that Raze would’ve actually been able to sneak into the mansion, let alone want to. With an irritated growl, the janissary rolled onto his side reaching for the glass of water he always kept on his bedside table. But instead of cool crystal, Soren’s fingers brushed against the cold metal of his gun.
The vampire’s eyes opened wide. Sitting on the nightstand was his favored HK P7.
It was the same gun he’d lost fighting lycans a few nights ago.
~END~
Title: The Best
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: [read it and find out ‘cause I’m not telling ;)]
Rating: PG-15 (for angst and vague, slashy almost-sex)
Disclaimer: Not mine. *sob*
Summary: (200 words) Just a little angst drabble that popped up from...somewhere.
The sweet voice that whispered even sweeter things in his ear had taunted and degraded hundreds. But with a soft, lusty kiss from thin lips, he was enthralled...or at least his body was. It was hard to remember that none of this was for real when those firm, battle worn hands traced his skin, knowing where to touch him, how to make him tremble. Those same hands that bore the blood of a myriad of innocent souls. It was no wonder he felt satisfied but tainted when he walked away.
Blue eyes would look into brown and see something there that they must’ve deemed important because then he would be pulled close in a possessive embrace, a well-toned body clutching him and sharp nails trailing deliciously across his pale skin. How many throats had those claws torn out in over a thousand years?
Once Kraven had asked Soren how he would be able to write Viktor off. How could the janissary betray his Elder, his lover? The overseer was practically signing Viktor’s death warrant after all.
Soren had smiled a cruel smile then, but all he said was, “I learned from the best.”
And indeed, Viktor was an excellent teacher.
~END~
Note: Considering how Soren is getting beat up in the Underworld slash rpg, it’s about time things did a 180.
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Date: 2004-08-28 02:40 am (UTC)I luv the Soren/Raze one!!! Those two are just so fun together!
::Sigh::
the second one... was Viktor/Soren...???
::Grins!:: Wicked Little Witch! ::Grins even bigger!::
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Date: 2004-08-28 03:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-28 05:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-29 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-28 08:42 pm (UTC)I know what books I'm getting you for Christmas XD
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Date: 2004-08-29 01:13 pm (UTC)"I know what books I'm getting you for Christmas"
Eep. 0_o
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Date: 2004-08-30 04:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-30 04:28 am (UTC)Note to self: Must check out public library... *innocent look*