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knights_say_nih) wrote2006-01-30 07:46 am
knights_say_nih) wrote2006-01-30 07:46 am
Entry tags:
- fic,
- jack frost,
- rp,
- satan
Fic: A Visitor
Jack and Belial get a visitor
Jack stares. And stares, and stares.
And Belial looses patience, grabbing him by his throat and yanking him forwards for a terrible, burning, bruising kiss that demands attention in a way most things just don’t. So, of course, the attention is given.
They’re interrupted by what originally caught Jack’s gaze. A shuffle, a cleared throat, and Frost hissing in frustration as he breaks the kiss to stare again, horror entering his face as he looks at the thing.
Belial turns.
And stars, and stares, and stares.
It’s short. It’s red, it’s paunchy, and it’s smiling congenially despite the fangs.
"Hi, I'm new here. My name's Satan."
Belial continues to stare, ignoring Frost when he turns to look at him, then back at the nightmare.
"Belial?"
"I hope not."
The thing smiles politely, waiting for one of the two to answer. Politely. Politely.
Frost… well, he’s beyond staring. Lets call it ‘gaping’ now, shall we? That’s a better word.
"Make it go away?"
“Well, if I could just take a moment of your time…?”
Belial twitches. Jack… sidles to stand behind him. No harm in keeping the taller man between him and that… creature. It burns in a way that is just not good. Not even for Frost.
"I promise I won’t be long?”
The rather more evil of the two Satans’ mouth twists in a horrified sort of desperately defensive smirk. All it takes is for Frost to lean in and whisper “Get me away from this thing and I’ll let you fuck me any way you like?” for him to grab the thin wrist and yank him towards the stairs, stitching together shredded pride and trying to pretend to himself that the thing hadn’t been legitimate.
Frost just smiles to himself. Horrifying though that may have been, he now has legitimate blackmailing material for the next millennia or so. On top of that, he’s about to be pulled into bed in all kinds of interesting ways, so not complaining about that either.
The red puff-ball demon just stared after them, wondering to itself what it had said, or if it was a ‘horn thing.’
Jack stares. And stares, and stares.
And Belial looses patience, grabbing him by his throat and yanking him forwards for a terrible, burning, bruising kiss that demands attention in a way most things just don’t. So, of course, the attention is given.
They’re interrupted by what originally caught Jack’s gaze. A shuffle, a cleared throat, and Frost hissing in frustration as he breaks the kiss to stare again, horror entering his face as he looks at the thing.
Belial turns.
And stars, and stares, and stares.
It’s short. It’s red, it’s paunchy, and it’s smiling congenially despite the fangs.
"Hi, I'm new here. My name's Satan."
Belial continues to stare, ignoring Frost when he turns to look at him, then back at the nightmare.
"Belial?"
"I hope not."
The thing smiles politely, waiting for one of the two to answer. Politely. Politely.
Frost… well, he’s beyond staring. Lets call it ‘gaping’ now, shall we? That’s a better word.
"Make it go away?"
“Well, if I could just take a moment of your time…?”
Belial twitches. Jack… sidles to stand behind him. No harm in keeping the taller man between him and that… creature. It burns in a way that is just not good. Not even for Frost.
"I promise I won’t be long?”
The rather more evil of the two Satans’ mouth twists in a horrified sort of desperately defensive smirk. All it takes is for Frost to lean in and whisper “Get me away from this thing and I’ll let you fuck me any way you like?” for him to grab the thin wrist and yank him towards the stairs, stitching together shredded pride and trying to pretend to himself that the thing hadn’t been legitimate.
Frost just smiles to himself. Horrifying though that may have been, he now has legitimate blackmailing material for the next millennia or so. On top of that, he’s about to be pulled into bed in all kinds of interesting ways, so not complaining about that either.
The red puff-ball demon just stared after them, wondering to itself what it had said, or if it was a ‘horn thing.’
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SO.
DED.
OMG!
*dies ALL OVER the place*
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
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