2nd badfic challenge by sprat
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ds_flashfictionTitle: The Pain Before The Sunrise
Author: MistycalDawnMountainWoman (Aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sprat)
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski/mysterious presence
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: About 1044
Warnings: CONSENT ISSUES. (Seriously -- this is a silly story, but those who can be triggered may want to heed the warning for reals.) Also: use of second-person narration, overuse of adverbs and adjectives of all kinds and general crazycakeness.
Prompt: Fraser wakes up naked and chained to a wall in a dungeon -- and who should be behind this but his good friend RayKowalski , who was conditioned by the aliens who abducted him at the age of seven to eventually snap and lose all will of his own, submitting the the aliens' telepathic demands?!? How will Fraser ever be able to put an end to his imprisonment and free his friend from the alien mind-beams? And what is the fate of his deaf half-wolf? To find out, read on...
Prompt written by:mondschein1
You woke in darkness several hours or days ago; you know not. The room is dank and cold. You cannot see the door. A chill wind makes you shiver. You think your captors may have stripped you of your beloved serge. The thought of their hands on the uniform makes you howl aloud with incoherent rage!
~~Calm yourself~~ you think. ~~There will be time for vengeance later.~~
You hope you are telling yourself the truth.
Your wrists ache deep as the bone and you are sure that your skin has broken where the iron manacles are digging in. You breathe deep, imaging the pain is a bundle of blubber and sealskin, which you fling away to an icy iceberg on the bleak horizon. A technique taught to you by the Esquimeaux Peoples of your northern homeland. In your mind, you hear the lovely calming notes of a reed flute, the music of the native tribes. "Ik tuk tuk," you murmur finally, completing the ritual. "Oook. Kok. Lokokokoko shingalinaling." The beautiful language of your boyhood comforts you.
But not for long! For soon, too soon, the door opens with a loud clang and your captor walks into the room. You blink in disbelief! But yes! Your captor is none other than your own beloved partner, Ray Kowalski. Your heart hammers in your chest, breaking in two!
His features are twisted with helpless rage and torment as he walks toward you, each step a clear struggle as he wages battle with himself, dragging his toes along the flagstones, his lip curled with effort. "Ray!" you gasp. Without needing to have anything explained, you realize that the aliens who abducted your friend in his childhood have returned and are using the device they implanted years ago to control him with their telepathic mindbeams! (The Esquimeaux taught you the art of intuition, too.) "Oh, Ray," you breathe, sadly.
"Frase!" says he. "Frase! They...I can't...I can't fight them, buddy! They -- agh! -- they got control of me!" And with that, he flings himself desperately away from you, crashing into the floor hard enough to break open his own lip.
"No!" you gasp. "Ray! Don't hurt yourself! Oh, my heart, please!"
He pushes himself up from the flagstones, peering at you from beneath his wilting blond spikes, his blue eyes full of pain, welling with tears, brimming with secrets. "What did you call me?" he whispers.
You gasp again and try to cover your mouth, but the manacles prevent you. "My...my heart," you admit, softly. Your voice trembles with long-suppressed emotion.
"Oh Frase," he says, reaching one hand toward you. But even as you watch, his fingers curl taut as he fights the invisible power again, his beautiful face wracked with torment, streaked with blood.
"Don't," you say, weeping openly now. "Don't fight them, my Ray." You sniff and lick the taste of salt tears from your own lips. "I can't bear to see you harmed."
He sobs aloud and tears cover his face, too. He stumbles to you, his hands closing on your chilled and naked flesh. "They want me to harvest your, uh." He leans in close, flushing bright pink with embarrassment through his tears. "Your seed." His brow furrowed, he stares sorrowfully into your eyes.
Why must these aliens be so preoccupied with the sex lives of humans? It's not the first time you have occasion to wonder it, and it won't be the last. You meet Ray's blue, blue gaze and bite your own full lip. "It's all right," you whisper.
He bites his lip, too. But the aliens have already begun to bring his strong, fine-boned hand down your heaving stomach, over your coarse pubic hair. And oh, the humiliation! When Ray's mind-controlled hand reaches your cock, said traitorous member is already hard and straining to meet it.
You shut your eyes. Ray's hand closes around you and begins to squeeze and stroke you, milking you toward completion with a practised ease. It's awful! But also wonderful! You pant and twist against your bonds, sweating and groaning in spite of yourself. Ray's mouth presses against your chest and then he sinks to his knees, his hands sliding up to hold your hips. He wipes his tear-streaked cheek against your swollen manhood, then takes it in his mouth, his blue gaze lifting to lock on yoursas his tongue works the sensitive skin on the under side of your cock. You choke out a warning and he closes his eyes, holds your hips more firmly so that you are forced to spurt your completion onto his eagerly waiting tongue.
Afterward, you watch, amazed, as a flesh-coloured panel in Ray's chest swings open, emitting a small metallic creature that hovers near Ray's face, buzzing like a humming bird. It whirs and its top swings open. Ray spits into it discreetly and it seals itself again, then begins to hum at a new, much higher pitch, rising into the air above both of your heads and hovering there, vibrating and buzzing and glowing, too, brighter and brighter until you can't help but exclaim aloud in pain and terror!
"Thank you, humans," says a voice within and around you, reverberating in your chest and your inner ear. "We have what we need. Please feel free to go about the rest of your lives in peace." And suddenly the light flashes blinding white and you lose track of yourself, of time, of the very substance of reality itself.
When you awaken, you and Ray are naked together in his bed. You meet his eyes and know without speaking that he remembers the dungeon, too. You touch his cheek. He sobs aloud. "No, my love," you murmur, and he nods, but you know he will need time before he can accept the truth of his blamlessness. You pull his shivering form against your chest and hold him as he sobs and sobs.
Then you have sex with him again, because you are both naked and so why not.
And then you lie in each other's arms a while longer, stroking away each still-flowing tear, talking in low voices, beginning the beautiful journey of being lovers.
And at one point, Diefenbaker comes in and you discover that he's fine, but is hungry, and so you feed him.
And all is love.
~FIN~
Author: MistycalDawnMountainWoman (Aka
sprat)Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski/mysterious presence
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: About 1044
Warnings: CONSENT ISSUES. (Seriously -- this is a silly story, but those who can be triggered may want to heed the warning for reals.) Also: use of second-person narration, overuse of adverbs and adjectives of all kinds and general crazycakeness.
Prompt: Fraser wakes up naked and chained to a wall in a dungeon -- and who should be behind this but his good friend RayKowalski , who was conditioned by the aliens who abducted him at the age of seven to eventually snap and lose all will of his own, submitting the the aliens' telepathic demands?!? How will Fraser ever be able to put an end to his imprisonment and free his friend from the alien mind-beams? And what is the fate of his deaf half-wolf? To find out, read on...
Prompt written by:
mondschein1You woke in darkness several hours or days ago; you know not. The room is dank and cold. You cannot see the door. A chill wind makes you shiver. You think your captors may have stripped you of your beloved serge. The thought of their hands on the uniform makes you howl aloud with incoherent rage!
~~Calm yourself~~ you think. ~~There will be time for vengeance later.~~
You hope you are telling yourself the truth.
Your wrists ache deep as the bone and you are sure that your skin has broken where the iron manacles are digging in. You breathe deep, imaging the pain is a bundle of blubber and sealskin, which you fling away to an icy iceberg on the bleak horizon. A technique taught to you by the Esquimeaux Peoples of your northern homeland. In your mind, you hear the lovely calming notes of a reed flute, the music of the native tribes. "Ik tuk tuk," you murmur finally, completing the ritual. "Oook. Kok. Lokokokoko shingalinaling." The beautiful language of your boyhood comforts you.
But not for long! For soon, too soon, the door opens with a loud clang and your captor walks into the room. You blink in disbelief! But yes! Your captor is none other than your own beloved partner, Ray Kowalski. Your heart hammers in your chest, breaking in two!
His features are twisted with helpless rage and torment as he walks toward you, each step a clear struggle as he wages battle with himself, dragging his toes along the flagstones, his lip curled with effort. "Ray!" you gasp. Without needing to have anything explained, you realize that the aliens who abducted your friend in his childhood have returned and are using the device they implanted years ago to control him with their telepathic mindbeams! (The Esquimeaux taught you the art of intuition, too.) "Oh, Ray," you breathe, sadly.
"Frase!" says he. "Frase! They...I can't...I can't fight them, buddy! They -- agh! -- they got control of me!" And with that, he flings himself desperately away from you, crashing into the floor hard enough to break open his own lip.
"No!" you gasp. "Ray! Don't hurt yourself! Oh, my heart, please!"
He pushes himself up from the flagstones, peering at you from beneath his wilting blond spikes, his blue eyes full of pain, welling with tears, brimming with secrets. "What did you call me?" he whispers.
You gasp again and try to cover your mouth, but the manacles prevent you. "My...my heart," you admit, softly. Your voice trembles with long-suppressed emotion.
"Oh Frase," he says, reaching one hand toward you. But even as you watch, his fingers curl taut as he fights the invisible power again, his beautiful face wracked with torment, streaked with blood.
"Don't," you say, weeping openly now. "Don't fight them, my Ray." You sniff and lick the taste of salt tears from your own lips. "I can't bear to see you harmed."
He sobs aloud and tears cover his face, too. He stumbles to you, his hands closing on your chilled and naked flesh. "They want me to harvest your, uh." He leans in close, flushing bright pink with embarrassment through his tears. "Your seed." His brow furrowed, he stares sorrowfully into your eyes.
Why must these aliens be so preoccupied with the sex lives of humans? It's not the first time you have occasion to wonder it, and it won't be the last. You meet Ray's blue, blue gaze and bite your own full lip. "It's all right," you whisper.
He bites his lip, too. But the aliens have already begun to bring his strong, fine-boned hand down your heaving stomach, over your coarse pubic hair. And oh, the humiliation! When Ray's mind-controlled hand reaches your cock, said traitorous member is already hard and straining to meet it.
You shut your eyes. Ray's hand closes around you and begins to squeeze and stroke you, milking you toward completion with a practised ease. It's awful! But also wonderful! You pant and twist against your bonds, sweating and groaning in spite of yourself. Ray's mouth presses against your chest and then he sinks to his knees, his hands sliding up to hold your hips. He wipes his tear-streaked cheek against your swollen manhood, then takes it in his mouth, his blue gaze lifting to lock on yoursas his tongue works the sensitive skin on the under side of your cock. You choke out a warning and he closes his eyes, holds your hips more firmly so that you are forced to spurt your completion onto his eagerly waiting tongue.
Afterward, you watch, amazed, as a flesh-coloured panel in Ray's chest swings open, emitting a small metallic creature that hovers near Ray's face, buzzing like a humming bird. It whirs and its top swings open. Ray spits into it discreetly and it seals itself again, then begins to hum at a new, much higher pitch, rising into the air above both of your heads and hovering there, vibrating and buzzing and glowing, too, brighter and brighter until you can't help but exclaim aloud in pain and terror!
"Thank you, humans," says a voice within and around you, reverberating in your chest and your inner ear. "We have what we need. Please feel free to go about the rest of your lives in peace." And suddenly the light flashes blinding white and you lose track of yourself, of time, of the very substance of reality itself.
When you awaken, you and Ray are naked together in his bed. You meet his eyes and know without speaking that he remembers the dungeon, too. You touch his cheek. He sobs aloud. "No, my love," you murmur, and he nods, but you know he will need time before he can accept the truth of his blamlessness. You pull his shivering form against your chest and hold him as he sobs and sobs.
Then you have sex with him again, because you are both naked and so why not.
And then you lie in each other's arms a while longer, stroking away each still-flowing tear, talking in low voices, beginning the beautiful journey of being lovers.
And at one point, Diefenbaker comes in and you discover that he's fine, but is hungry, and so you feed him.
And all is love.
~FIN~
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Date: 2009-09-08 04:32 am (UTC)GLEEE!!!!!!
And at one point, Diefenbaker comes in and you discover that he's fine, but is hungry, and so you feed him.
SUPER DOOPER DOUBLE DELICIOUS GLEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
I discover I am rendered speechless with hilarity.
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Date: 2009-09-08 04:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-08 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-08 05:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-08 07:10 am (UTC)Ray's hand closes around you and begins to squeeze and stroke you, milking you toward completion with a practised ease. It's awful! But also wonderful!
*is speechless, and also dying of giggles*
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Date: 2009-09-08 05:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-08 07:38 am (UTC)It's awful! But also wonderful!
Oh, the angst!
Then you have sex with him again, because you are both naked and so why not.
Ahahaha.
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Date: 2009-09-08 05:53 pm (UTC)Thank you! I'm so glad you appreciate the literary genius I have imbued this with.
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Date: 2009-09-08 04:08 pm (UTC)MY EYES! *wanders off in search of Brain Bleach (TM)*
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Date: 2009-09-08 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-08 06:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-08 07:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-09 02:31 am (UTC)Lol!
Hehe! I really enjoyed this! :D
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Date: 2009-09-09 05:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-09 04:06 pm (UTC)*giggles*
And at one point, Diefenbaker comes in and you discover that he's fine, but is hungry, and so you feed him.
LOL
I think I might need brainbleach now... *wanders off*
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Date: 2009-09-13 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-09 08:58 pm (UTC)Not the first or last? *dies*
Then you have sex with him again, because you are both naked and so why not.
Well, of course. Why not?
And I was so relieved at the end to learn that Dief is fine, but hungry.
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Date: 2009-09-13 09:31 pm (UTC)Dief!! It is never too late to stick a Dief reference in. *nodsnods*
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Date: 2009-09-12 01:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-13 09:33 pm (UTC)