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An Identical Knot
By Stacy Parker
The gas blue burn of his eyes.
Shadows spreading blackened palms on gilded hair; a reminder of the nighttime
that lurks in even brightest daylight.
Shark's grin and white, white teeth.
Memories.
A strong arm sending the midnight remains of the rabidly consumed meal to the
floor.
Half- gloved fingers latching onto her tunic and splitting her from the
confining grip.
His mouth, hot on her stomach and a will smart enough to revel in her greedy
arms as as her weak mouth said "No..." not really meaning it, and "Someone will
see..." not really caring.
"So let them see." His tongue, gifted in talent to over shadow the rest of his
sins.
The shape of his lips forming words for her to devour. "I love you."
And his mouth, chaotic energy and murderous heat through the fabric of her
leggings; touching where she needs. So easy to part in his arms. So easy to come
back. Trust echoes in his frame as he enters her, and melts into her, languor
turning into abruptness, and is then dis- jointed. Gourry flies free by never
leaving her arms. Collapsing together on that table.
Lina smiled as she contemplated the rock- silent form next to her; too worn out
from day's work to stir. Too trusting to know better. The memories lingered to
mock her body after teasing her mind; ghostly fingers awakening the sleeping
dragon with in. Fingers at the knot, and one final tug.
Standing back she had to marvel. Gourry was beautiful enough in his armor;
removed and naked he was a marble cutters worst nightmare. No rock ever cooled
that could exhist as that form. Some things live only once, and you are blessed
to see it and feel the breath in your lungs burn at the sight. Gourry was the
highest representation of that; a gift unknowing. Lina had always had Gourry,
even when he hadn't yet walked beside her. Tying him to the bed only made having
him that much more exciting in a dark place deep with in.
Twin strips of black Orihalcon silk insured he'd stay that way until she decided
to set him free. The triplet of the other two rested low on her hips; almost
serving as his gag until Lina had decided that listening to him beg and threaten
was a seductive foreplay, and not to be passed up. This shouldn't turn her on as
much as it did; so many times in her life she'd wondered if she was part Mazoku
and simply unawares. Ah well, here was another rich experience to chalk the
board with.
Lina's body felt alien, a familiar oddity that was tormentingly full in places
it shouldn't matter, and empty in places where it did. Things.. desires.. pulsed
beneath her too- tight skin and wanting the contact of the tanned flesh before
her. Needing it to live and escape.
A bead in her stomach was pinpointed intensity, and it stabbed her pressure
points, bleeding energy and lust until it seemed to pool high between her
thighs.
Time's up, Gourry.
Cheeks flushed, lips gleamed, and eyes darkened in bloody hue as she moved
towards the innocence bed bound that sounded out to her to be consumed.
Fingernails and sensitive tips started at the heel, scraaa-aaping up along his
arch.. inside his calf.. tickling by his knees.. Restlessly he stirred, a frown
ruining the symmetry of his sunny brows for a moment, storm cloud like. A shift
on the pillow and he was still again, disrupted breathing finding it's deep
dreaming tempo.
One knee creased the black sheets, the pressure lessening as she found her perch
on his chest, white legs crossed in a disguse of demurral. A tiny figure of pale
off set hair so red it burned even in the moon- filled night and leaned forward.
A kiss was placed at the center of the strong jaw, and his breath caught as his
dreams hiccuped. A lazy exploration with the tip of a pink tongue; a bite on the
slick place, moisture sending her teeth along the skin instead of into it. Her
fingernails kept time over his shoulders into the cup of his collar bone, and
finally black lashes parted for the sky in his eyes. Hazy blinking finally cut
Sleeps grip, and Gourry curiously looked into his young lover's smiling face.
"Lina...?" His voice was sleep abused, and it's rough edge sent goose flesh to
parade down her back under hair that was suddenly too heavy.
She grinned at him, teeth a little too sharp, lips a little too wide, a feral
parting that seemed to say "I dare you." Automatically he reached forward to
draw her tiny frame down to him, thinking something was wrong. The old bed posts
gave a shuddering cough as the impossibly strong silk at his wrists held him
where Lina put him.
"Li..na...?"
Her smile turned polite and she raised her eyebrows. "Yes, Gourry?"
"Umm.. what's going.. on?" She looked at him, eyes intense and carnivorous;
deadly and shining in the night. Not once did they blink as polite spread into
an over- joyed baring of her teeth.
"Why, I tied you to the bed. Seems fairly obvious..." Lina was on the verge of
giggling in a flash flood of raw excitement and undiluted tension. Oh gods...
the look on his face...! Confusion spread, mixing and smoothing the scowl away.
"Why? Did I kick you out of the bed or something?"
"No, Gourry- chan!" She pinched his cheek playfully. He sighed deeply, rocking
her small weight, letting that trapped laughter escape in exhaled entertainment.
Rounded, open eyes flattened in half- closed and weary acceptance.
"You did it to torment me."
"YES, Gourry- chan! Very good!" Up and down, she bounced in naked delight. The
air in his lungs was suddenly poisoned as all of his attention focused on the
soft flesh dancing just.. out.. of.. reach.. Something..something.. alive seemed
to spread in his body, vital liquid and hot breath. Reaction to her mood.. a
pull of the dark side of Lina's soul.. a bare shade that enticed him with
shadowed body, and fascinating curves, to come out and dance, Gourry- kun.....
Lina perched so close to his face that.. that.. he could smell her.. that
whatever it was so vivid to his olfactory senses, a picture painted in colors of
scents, an image his eyes could never recognize. Picking up on his thoughts, a
predatory awareness of this Guardian displayed so very nicely below her, she
leaned forward, to offer up her diamond smile and bleeding eyes, one small wrist
extended.
"I found the nicest smelling oil... what do you think?" Obligingly, and never
lifting his eyes from hers, he breathed deep. The perfumed oil at her pulse
point was servant to Lina's natural scent; an enhancement to make a neat package
of covetuosness in his blood. If night was an essence it was this. If Dark had a
scent, it lived here, on this warm flesh. Gourry's eyes closed and he pressed an
open- mouthed kiss to that place where sensation took on tangibility.
"Do you like it?" He nodded. Words did not seek port on Gourry's tongue; he was
one who sought expression in other ways.
Lina pulled her arm away, the fingertips angry, and that sweet spot where his
lips had rested crying at the parting. In a movement fluid, she turned and
stretched over his chest in a sprawl. "Well, how about here then?" Small
fingers, beautiful and frightening in their knowledge, indicated the faint throb
in the long neck against his chin. Again he sampled, the result more potent for
a second taste. Kisses of smoke touched there, pursued by a dedicated taste with
his tongue. Strong arms strained, unknowingly, at enchanted bonds, as a whole
world condensed to live here, at the curve of her neck; accelerated heart beats
and unhemmed breathing offered as reward. Soft lips fastened there and began to
pull with vampiric adoration as the pressure hardened and clubbed its way down
her body. Lina began to move atop him, the rasp of hardened nipples an acute
pain on his chest.
Abruptly, she pulled back, sat up, moved out of reach. Angry and confused, he
looked at her while an admonishing finger shook under his nose.
"Ch- ch- ch! Oh Gourry.. how clever.. a distraction. Look what you made me do?"
Fingers at her lips, she traced Gravity down, down, down... chin covered and
conquered, stroking where his mouth had consumed, trailing doo-oo-oown.. Oh L-
Sama.. she wouldn't.. her own hands at her breasts, touching.. lingering.. enjoying. Gourry's body tightened in a roar of protest and
excitement, her fingers where his wanted to be, should be, dammit!
"Lina! St-" Even his voice abandoned him in favor of watching one small hand
slide over the moon's path, tracing the rounded stomach, and then down one
thigh.. No.. stoppit Lina... STOPPIT..." Gourry could feel The skin she touched,
taste it, could feel her hands on him as one small treachery in five digits
moved up the inside of soft thigh and... and...!
In a convulsive heave, he strained, fought, and lost to his bonds. "If I can't
tear the material, I'll break the fucking bed Lina!" he warned. She laughed at
him. The other hand made it's own journey down, flirting with the black knot
identical in every way to the two binding him. That knot that trapped his eyes
and whispered at what it could touch, and where it lay, while he was helpless to
stop it.
The headboard began to splinter, and a vicious smile said nothing but wrote a
library of payback.
Slow as time, and leisurely as Death on holiday, she leaned forward, mockery in
her eyes and moonlight on her teeth.
"Recovery," she whispered. The bed suddenly jerked, and a backwards sound was
heard. An experimental yank offer no give. "I sealed it to the wall, Gourry.
What are you going to do now?" The sword- born's response was a show of his own
teeth, and a snarl of words she couldn't make out.
"Stoppit right now, Lina Inverse! Right now-" his whispers died, murdered in his
throat as her lips flirted with his, a mere brushing of over his, then a light
suckle at his upper lip. Magic in her mouth seemed to soothe him, he kissed
back, a play and taste game of tag that went no further than she'd allow.
Failure; he attempted to move in, to deepen it, wanting to taste the smooth
inside of her lower lip, find her tongue and persuade it to play. But as he
raised his head she withdrew, contact always at the barest minimum, going no
further. She pulled back more, breathing the scent of chocolate and mint on his
his wet lips. Hovering over his mouth she brushed, barely, then explored the
indent below his bottom lip.. along his jawline.. and finally, soft kisses below
and behind his ears.
Under her body, her protector was tensing with each delicate caress, his muscles
corded and standing out now. Then.. flash like, a swordsman's strike, he turned,
springing the trap, and caught her mouth with his own. One eternity of meshed
lips and bold exploration of that dark, heated place he loved so well. One
moment of conquest for the captured. Then she cruelly tore away and sat back,
casually, nestled against his raised knees. Gourry's first instinct was to
straighten his legs out and drop her backwards. But if he did, it'd get worse.
Lina was scary at the best of times; she was pure terror when bent on revenge.
Tied to a bed wasn't the best place to await such a thing.
A jaw dropped as she crossed her legs Indian style, giving Gourry a view no bird
had ever seen. She began to twist her fingers in her hair, around and around and
around.. hypnotically... then she reached her hands around behind her and he
knew his world was going to end.
Hot and insistent at the small of her back, his erection throbbed. Something
about the view, him so obviously aroused, and so obviously helpless stoked
excitement in her, starting with her head but leaving behind it a molasses-
like coat to cling to the inside of her body; to consume and ravage her own
hardening, awake places. Arms behind her back but still dueling with his gaze
her gentle grip played. Up... down.. up.. down...his body was so hot her fingers
felt cool upon him. Pressure at the base, and a dancing tickle at the head.
Combined with the view before his helpless eyes made for a surrealism; he felt..
like he was entering her... but.. but... he wasn't!
Frustrated skin conjured the illusion, the sensation, the feel of her; the heat.
The clasp of her fingers became the grip of her body, and suddenly it was too
much.
"Lina!" he yelled.
"Shhh! You'll have Zel over here pounding on the wall in a second! You really
want to do this with an audience?!" And L- Sama, he didn't just want to.. stop!
What was left of reality's grip would turn to sand and blow away.
He choked off a howl at the onslaught, and finally spat out "If you don't find
something else to PLAY with it's gonna- gonna-!" Widened eyes and dilated pupils
finished his explanation. Lina was too far gone to simply stop, so a change of
venue was needed..
"Poor Gourry!" she hissed, and then turned in a slide, her head resting, ear at
his navel, and one torturous foot rubbing up and down his bound arm. Gasping, he
stared at the ceiling, thinking desperately of his sword. On sliding it into
it's sheath- oh GOD no not that~!.. Zannifar. Beating Zannifar. The times she'd
railroaded him into a dress. That woman hitting on him in Famille.. he'd always
wondered later if that had really been a woman.. Control. Control. This was
battle now, and to succeed in battle, you needed control. To break your enemy,
especially if she was a tiny red- head, you needed control. To break this
fucking SILK he needed his SWORD, DAMMIT!
"Lina, if you untie me I'll do what ever you want. I'll do what ever you want
anyway!! I always do!!" she smiled slowly, one arm tucked behind her head,
nestled into his thigh. The other arm toying with her damn hair again. A roll;
she bent one knee to tuck onto his chest, small toes worrying at his chin, her
temple again on this thigh, too near.. She began to draw circles around his
navel.
Gourry was worried; Lina didn't usually have this sort of control. Any other
time and she'd have flung herself on him. Or under him.. next to him... she'd
put that perfume on her ankles.. "I'm thirsty, Lina," he whispered, desperation
becoming a close companion as he tried not to acknowledge that scent.
Wordlessly, she rose from the bed, disappearing into the nightened room, only to
re-emerge, moon-clad and black-bound, a silvered goblet in either hand. One
was set on the bedside table. Lina kissed his forehead. Kissed each perfect eye.
The tip of his nose. A slow wet domination of his lips. Deeper and deeper the
kiss went, nothing was real or important save that which tormented him and saved
him in simultaneous ambivalence. Night bled past outside. Only the Kiss existed.
Only the Kiss mattered. Murder, suicide and dishonor; anything for the Kiss.
She left him then, and pressed cool metal to the ache. Wine, dark and red slid
into his mouth and down his throat, liquid velvet. Thirst sated but hunger still
unquenched. "I'm dying, I'm dying.." he murmured, eyes wide and unseeing at the
ceiling. A small chuckle, pure evil by definition, Mazoku delight, answered him,
and rippled his skin with invisible fingers.
A finger.. Lina was sucking on the tip of her finger... dipping into the goblet
at the bed's side... into her mouth..dipping.. erotica wasn't the right word. No
alphabet, be it twenty six, two hundred, or infinite, contained the letter
combination necessary to express two darkened lips welcoming the flavor into
it's home.
" Mmm... I love chocolate.. don't you, Gourry?" Immersion. But this time the pad
of her finger sought entry at his own lips and was announced and then securely
ensconced in his own tongue. Bittersweet and rich, sex for the taste buds, ran
wildfire inside his mouth. This time tracing his lips.. this time at her neck..
then her shoulder, finally at her breast. She whimpered as he pulled intensely,
the taste of the chocolate a season for the taste of her. The strong suction of
his mouth would leave a mark on that tender skin, a counter point to the bite
marks she so liked to leave on his shoulders.
"Lina.. untie me. Let me finish this." Seductively he whispered melting words
against her. The hum between her legs was a roar now, the force of the whole
ocean pounding on sensitive skin that existed to pinnacle stimulation. "What if
I kiss you...?" Eyes closed now.
"All over..."
Biting her lip.
"May I kiss you.. there?"
For a man supposedly not good with words, Gourry certainly got his point across.
Did it work? Did it work??
The mental image she fought with was a haunt; determined to move into her skull
and not pay any rent. The imagined sight.. her own legs, pale against his
shoulders..
The broad of his back...
Corn silk hair wrapped about them both, her hands clinging there...
Those ragged bangs tickling her inner thighs, while his mouth...! Last time he'd
done that she'd accidentally ripped several strands out when intensity had
swarmed, causing an explosion with in her. Gourry Gabriev had a wicked tongue.
-Would she?
Mouth down there..
-Would she...?
Fingers and that hot cling...
-Would she...?!
"Do you mean kiss me like this?" Agility was unbound as she turned. A spell-
caster's concentration as she caught him. Chaos words as she kissed him.
Convulsively, Gourry's whole body pulled tight, an inward scream, and he
strained at the oppressive silk, a sob bursting form his lips, hung flung back
and eyes closed, the column of his neck an arch in the ninth level of hell.
"Oh g-g-G-GOD!!!" The whole bed shuddered as he threw himself foreword, again
and again and again as her mouth tattooed her presence upon his utmost
vulnerability.
Control-Control-control-! kept time to the bed's abuse. The whole wall was
vibrating now, setting the bed into a frenetic buzz.
Lina could feel it in her body, the rattle of tissues and nerve endings as her
maddened lover bucked and threw himself beneath her. No more; she needed him
now.. sitting on his thighs, she pinned him, and tear- strained blue eyes
blinked at her. With both hands she grabbed him, and awkwardly shimmied to her
knees, finally, FINALLY stabbing herself on the erection she's so tormented.
Both cried out at lightening's strike, and the chaotic storm swept through them
both, spurring Lina on and over Gourry, teeth gritted and her lip bleeding from
where she'd caught it, unknowing. The wall sounded out like a bass drum, THUD!
THUD! THUD! Gourry speared on by the insanity in Lina's touch.
OhGodOhGodOhGod..so CLOSE.. his whole body heaved under her, control gone,
electric movement frying him where he lay, consuming his flesh as fuel, his
blood as drive, and then he could see it- a pool of light to fling himself into.
Three more steps.. two..
Lina's body ruled now, resisting her mind's coup for control..on and on and on
that swordpoint that would not yield...
She wrenched her body up and off, Gourry's wail of anger and need a wolf-cry
into the night. Again and again he flung himself, wrists always held, always
held. Chivalry was banished from his sight and his whole existence was to spend
himself in the body atop him.
Still she lay for a moment, trying to remember what exhaling was like, Gourry's
frantic struggles blocked out as she tried to bind her melting body back to the
will of her soul.
Shaking and desperate, she grabbed the clench of his jaw in both hands, forcing
her mouth onto his, parting his lips by strength and draining his spirit from
him. Muscle met and entwined in fervor, Gourry's fingertips numb now at his
circulation's smothering, delicate veins joining the uprising to kill that hated
silk.
Glass teeth snapped into her nerves and broke off, her body's denial acute pain
now. Determination throbbed behind a small thatch of red.
Time's up, Lina.
Mouths parted, pants escaped. Lina returned to the cup of his hips, turning
herself now, both arms wrapping his knees to her breasts. This time penetration
was a slow immersion; a trickle to fill the glass, a cautious body in unknown
water. Delicate flesh, engorged past comfort clung greedily to Gourry's
erection. The same nerve endings found a difference and a newness, the length of
him a wet slide over that most special of of all the mystery, high and invisible
between her thighs.
Gourry's breath was a rapid fire of in and out, sobs of Too Much shaking the
swordsman.
The cling of her was different.. tight and alien and killing him with each
stroke. Pretenses shattered as Lina adjusted, her whole body a machine to
service this act. Hips as pistons, up and down in short, efficient movements.
Her fingers stabbed into the flesh at his knees, her own losing contact with the
sheets from the force of aborted thrusts beneath her. Eyes closed and head down
she followed the leash of sensation, each new penetration demanding a sob of her
own in tribute. She could feel him behind her belly, a stab of light in her
darkened places. Moonlight shone, staid and unmoved in the night. This feeling..
it was not pleasure; that word didn't exist here. It was a razor blade's
experience that cut her apart and she'd kill anyone who tried to stop it or take
it away.
Gourry's soul lay in cinders; in his mind's eye his body moved on as no more
than charred bone. He pushed his feet flat bottomed as far under him as he could
go, more leverage, Lina's fingers needles to bleed him free.
Then- then-! A flash of light exploded behind his eyes and he cried out in
blindness as his thrusting body swept away from him to spasm wetly, again and
again, the inferno turning him to ash in his collapse, and the wind blew him
away.
Lina screamed, raw and pained. A wet heat filled her, burning where it clung,
and she fell under the chemical burn as well, the force of her soul too large in
that one moment for any mere body to contain. The fire locked her joints and
feasted upon her, then suddenly sweeping past, leaving her somehow alive, and
shaking desperately, a bit frightened, clinging to Gourry's legs.
Forever she couldn't move, her whole body drained and wet, expecting her locks
to be white again. The Giga slave was.. nothing, nothing, debris to fly away on
the wake of this that had occurred.
A move of superhuman strength let her look over her shoulder, making sure Gourry
was still alive... Eyes closed in a scowl and air drawn desperately between
white lips. Amazing. The Orihalcon silk had held. The wall hadn't. The
headboard, magically sealed to the wall, had been peeled free, taking all of the
paint and most of the drywall with it.
"Are you okay, Lina?" He didn't open his eyes. In answer she shakily pulled
free, and turned to lay, half on and half next to him, nestled into his
shivering frame. Oh, they were gonna hurt tomorrow.
A kiss on his temple and she forced herself up, picking at the tightened silk
until it finally gave. She ran a healer's touch down both of his arms before
placing them carefully at his side. His palms had been bleeding from the bite of
his nails, and all of the muscle in his arms had been badly bruised from almost
constant strain.
Gourry grasped both of her hands, finally opening his eyes.
"I'll get you for that, Lina."
"I love you, Gourry." The intent scowl faded to a resigned frown and he tucked
her head beneath his chin, pulling her closer and cuddling.
"I love you, Lina. But I'm still gonna get you for this." He yawned.
"Oh you had fun and you know it." One yawn proved to be a contagion, and soon
both succumbed to an outbreak.
Lina chuckled. "I wonder why Zel didn't come pound on the door..." another
snicker. " 'Oi! Lina! Gourry! STOPPIT!' " she boomed, sending both into guilty
and smothered laughter. The Chimera was sleeping next door, with Gourry,
supposedly. And unfortunately, he was sleeping alone since their return to
Saillune's palace. Sure Prince Phil was a pacifist, but no one wanted to see
what creative attack he's come up with if he found out his baby girl was
shacking up with anyone outside of marriage. The poor guy was in the library
then, researching at this sleepy hour. Lina suspected that his "research" was
based more on an untended libido than his usual all- encompassing need to regain
his humanity; he'd taken to locking himself in his room at odd times as well.
"Poor Zel.." Lina murmured as she pulled the red coverlet over both of them.
"Locked away in that musty library.." that she'd like to help herself to one of
these days.. and she fell asleep. Only a few paces behind her, Gourry was
plotting his revenge. Then he too found that long slide into slumber.
Now. For the real reason Zel hadn't pounded on the architecture. He was too
busy; Amelia, knowing Gourry wouldn't sleep away from Lina regardless of
sleeping assignments, had gone to see her lover. Conversation had turned to
embarrassment as the next door activities began to spiral out of hand, and her
need to go yell at the two who were having sex had turned into an argument. As
moans and muttered threats had begun to filter in with more regularity, Zelgadis
ended up ripping her out of her clothes, leaving the two where they were then,
he on his knees, one blue hand clamped securely over here mouth- palace guards
would do this liaison no good- as his hips jack hammered into the welcoming and
desperate grip of her; it had been to long for both of them. One hand was
entwined in his hair, bending it out of shape, and the other hand was clamped
upon one of his long sensitive ears. Amelia always found the damnedest places to
cling to when they had sex.
Zelgadis' lips, molten at her shoulder, made a wander of
her breast, his other arm keeping her ankles firmly locked and crossed at the
small of his back. Friction and demand had moved next door to take another
tithe, of this pair, wave upon wave of anger and hurt washing away.
After all, the night was still young, and so were they.
Thanks to P-Chan and Bevin for being such loves and reading this for me. MWAH!
The $&$*&%%- ing END!!!!!
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