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31_days2006-09-16 09:23 pm
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[9/16] [Squee!] Old Dust
Title: Old Dust
Day/Theme: September 16 - A psychopathic god
Series: Squee!
Character/Pairing: Pepito/Squee
Rating: PG-13
Sex with Pepito is something that Squee has become used to. Not to be enjoyed: it is endured instead, digging his fingers into the Antichrist's greyish skin, biting his lip as the horned boy shudders and gibbers above him. Pepito raves during sex, a litany of praises and threats to a god that he stands against, and this also is something that Squee has accustomed himself to. A background of white noise accompanied by half-nostalgic agony because Pepito forgets that Squee is still a human. And so he is rough.
Pepito's hot as a coal and he howls like a cat and every time after he's done he falls down like something struck dead. Which means that the human can from where he's bitten through his lip (again). Free to smell the ashes in Pepito's hair. And close his hollowed eyes. It's been a long time since he was hopeful. Mostly now he wishes for peace. Enjoys being removed from the world.
It seems like he's forgotten sound: and he calls out to nothing, now. A long time ago he used to pray (and pray he could, still - Pepito wouldn't care. He would only say: "Call out to him if you believe in him.")
And the problem is that Squee believes in many Gods, but all of them are against him. There is no help to be found from any of them.
And these days Pepito is easier to believe in than gods, because Pepito's here, and he smells like ash and smiles like an open wound and tastes a lot a lot a lot like nothing at all.
Day/Theme: September 16 - A psychopathic god
Series: Squee!
Character/Pairing: Pepito/Squee
Rating: PG-13
Sex with Pepito is something that Squee has become used to. Not to be enjoyed: it is endured instead, digging his fingers into the Antichrist's greyish skin, biting his lip as the horned boy shudders and gibbers above him. Pepito raves during sex, a litany of praises and threats to a god that he stands against, and this also is something that Squee has accustomed himself to. A background of white noise accompanied by half-nostalgic agony because Pepito forgets that Squee is still a human. And so he is rough.
Pepito's hot as a coal and he howls like a cat and every time after he's done he falls down like something struck dead. Which means that the human can from where he's bitten through his lip (again). Free to smell the ashes in Pepito's hair. And close his hollowed eyes. It's been a long time since he was hopeful. Mostly now he wishes for peace. Enjoys being removed from the world.
It seems like he's forgotten sound: and he calls out to nothing, now. A long time ago he used to pray (and pray he could, still - Pepito wouldn't care. He would only say: "Call out to him if you believe in him.")
And the problem is that Squee believes in many Gods, but all of them are against him. There is no help to be found from any of them.
And these days Pepito is easier to believe in than gods, because Pepito's here, and he smells like ash and smiles like an open wound and tastes a lot a lot a lot like nothing at all.