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Touch (Aro/Edward)
Title: Touch
Length: 1003 words
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twilightkink: Aro/Edward. Aro agrees to let Edward kill himself, on one condition...
Pairing: Aro/Edward; Edward/Bella
Other: R for explicit sex
Excerpt: "You must let me touch you first," he says, looking into Edward's eyes, his crimson irises oddly bright, and Edward knows that he means more than a simple touch. The man's mind is full of sweat and sex and desire.
"You must let me touch you first," he says, looking into Edward's eyes, his crimson irises oddly bright, and Edward knows that he means more than a simple touch. The man's mind is full of sweat and sex and desire. One cannot blame the younger vampire for his hesitation.
"If you have nothing left," Aro says conversationally, "why not do this for me? She is not here to see you."
The word she burns in Edward's ears. He is sure, for a moment, that his ears have begun to bleed out of sympathy for his loss. There would never be another one like her. There was no use waiting for someone like that to come along again.
"Yes," he says.
*
Aro is smaller and paler and looks like he could fall to pieces. He has not seen more than a glimpse of sun since before Edward had lived. Still, his hands are firm on Edward's thighs and he is hurting Edward as he clutches at him, supporting himself on Edward's legs as he sucks Edward's cock.
It is a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. Edward can hear Aro thinking about this, can hear Aro reading him through and through, can feel the way Aro moves first in his head and then in his member.
He shudders and does not last long in Aro's mouth. His sexual contact through his years of life has been limited to his own hands and mind. It has always been too dangerous to try to date humans. This is another experience entirely, one he sees from both sides, and in the back of his mind, he feels Aro's enjoyment.
Aro swallows the fluid and rakes his fingernails very gently over Edward's thighs before he climbs on top of the boy, his skin still cold as ice and as hard as Edward's, except that there is one place that Edward is not hard that Aro most certainly is, and it rubs against his stomach as a reminder.
Edward has never thought about being gay, even when it was only him and Carlisle. He doesn't think he is gay; he doesn't think he is much of anything anymore. He was Bella-sexual (oh that smell and the memory rising makes Aro gasp with desire as it shudders through him).
"You really loved her," Aro says in apparent wonderment as his fingers trace across Edward's chest. He presses kisses into his collarbones, following with lovebites that fade as soon as they are given.
"Yes," Edward says, groaning as Aro's hands find his ass, and squeeze his cheeks for a moment before he inserts his finger, experimentally. It doesn't really hurt, but it doesn't really feel pleasant, either. Edward can feel his arousal returning, and he understands why-- his father is a doctor, after all, he knows about the prostate-- but still, he feels a little ashamed, and if it were possible he would be blushing.
Aro sighs in satisfaction, slipping another finger into his body, and then says, "I'm really sorry. You could, you know..." He curls his fingers and Edward bucks against him in utter response. Then he continues, "You could stay here."
Another finger, and this time it does hurt a little, and Edward bites his lip before he replies, "I don't think so."
His mind is full of Bella, Bella, Bella, and perhaps that's why Aro gives up on the foreplay. He removes his fingers and flips Edward over, his steel-strong hands on Edward's hips as his cock nudges Edward's entrance.
Edward's own member is throbbing and he feels dirty thinking of Bella and thinking of this and the way his body wants it. He forces himself to relax as Aro penetrates him, resting for a moment with his member buried deep, before he begins to fuck him in earnest, their flesh slapping together. Beyond the gasping and moaning, they say no more. The flow of information between them is absolute. One moment, Edward is being ridden, the next, he is riding... Their minds blend in obscene ways and when Edward hears the dry sob, it takes him a moment to realize that it was himself crying, not Aro.
Aro is not very rough; he is steady and firm and unrelenting, and it doesn't exactly feel bad, but Edward feels the desire to fuck something himself, and there is nothing; no (pure, pure, pure) Bella, nothing that wouldn't feel empty and useless. Aro presses him down against the bed and Edward orgasms into the sheets, feeling the cold semen against his abdomen with a touch of revulsion.
Aro reaches down and sticks his fingers into it; he swirls his fingers across Edward's back. Somehow this is more violating and Edward groans in protest. He feels Aro smile (feels himself smile, feels Aro, he hates this mind-reading mind-blending mess and the way Aro's desire shouts in his ears for attention).
Finally Aro spends himself and pulls out of Edward. He turns away for a moment and Edward takes the opportunity to dodge to the edge of the bed and retrieve his clothes. He may be walking out to his death, but he will walk out with his remaining dignity.
Clothed, he stands before the other man and waits. Aro lifts and eyebrow and adjusts his robes.
"You promised," Edward says, surprising himself with the harshness of his voice.
"Give it a little while longer," the other man suggests, and Edward growls.
"You promised," he repeats. Aro laughs and waves his hand in dismissal.
"I think your luck might be changing," he says cryptically, cocking his head to one side before striding out of the room. Angrily Edward grabs his shirt and follows.
If Aro won't do it, he'll do it himself. He has his... permission. Tomorrow, he thinks, at noon. That will be the best time. They'll have to kill him, then.
He's sore, body and mind, and he broods until the dawn breaks.
Length: 1003 words
Prompt:
twilightkink: Aro/Edward. Aro agrees to let Edward kill himself, on one condition...Pairing: Aro/Edward; Edward/Bella
Other: R for explicit sex
Excerpt: "You must let me touch you first," he says, looking into Edward's eyes, his crimson irises oddly bright, and Edward knows that he means more than a simple touch. The man's mind is full of sweat and sex and desire.
"You must let me touch you first," he says, looking into Edward's eyes, his crimson irises oddly bright, and Edward knows that he means more than a simple touch. The man's mind is full of sweat and sex and desire. One cannot blame the younger vampire for his hesitation.
"If you have nothing left," Aro says conversationally, "why not do this for me? She is not here to see you."
The word she burns in Edward's ears. He is sure, for a moment, that his ears have begun to bleed out of sympathy for his loss. There would never be another one like her. There was no use waiting for someone like that to come along again.
"Yes," he says.
*
Aro is smaller and paler and looks like he could fall to pieces. He has not seen more than a glimpse of sun since before Edward had lived. Still, his hands are firm on Edward's thighs and he is hurting Edward as he clutches at him, supporting himself on Edward's legs as he sucks Edward's cock.
It is a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. Edward can hear Aro thinking about this, can hear Aro reading him through and through, can feel the way Aro moves first in his head and then in his member.
He shudders and does not last long in Aro's mouth. His sexual contact through his years of life has been limited to his own hands and mind. It has always been too dangerous to try to date humans. This is another experience entirely, one he sees from both sides, and in the back of his mind, he feels Aro's enjoyment.
Aro swallows the fluid and rakes his fingernails very gently over Edward's thighs before he climbs on top of the boy, his skin still cold as ice and as hard as Edward's, except that there is one place that Edward is not hard that Aro most certainly is, and it rubs against his stomach as a reminder.
Edward has never thought about being gay, even when it was only him and Carlisle. He doesn't think he is gay; he doesn't think he is much of anything anymore. He was Bella-sexual (oh that smell and the memory rising makes Aro gasp with desire as it shudders through him).
"You really loved her," Aro says in apparent wonderment as his fingers trace across Edward's chest. He presses kisses into his collarbones, following with lovebites that fade as soon as they are given.
"Yes," Edward says, groaning as Aro's hands find his ass, and squeeze his cheeks for a moment before he inserts his finger, experimentally. It doesn't really hurt, but it doesn't really feel pleasant, either. Edward can feel his arousal returning, and he understands why-- his father is a doctor, after all, he knows about the prostate-- but still, he feels a little ashamed, and if it were possible he would be blushing.
Aro sighs in satisfaction, slipping another finger into his body, and then says, "I'm really sorry. You could, you know..." He curls his fingers and Edward bucks against him in utter response. Then he continues, "You could stay here."
Another finger, and this time it does hurt a little, and Edward bites his lip before he replies, "I don't think so."
His mind is full of Bella, Bella, Bella, and perhaps that's why Aro gives up on the foreplay. He removes his fingers and flips Edward over, his steel-strong hands on Edward's hips as his cock nudges Edward's entrance.
Edward's own member is throbbing and he feels dirty thinking of Bella and thinking of this and the way his body wants it. He forces himself to relax as Aro penetrates him, resting for a moment with his member buried deep, before he begins to fuck him in earnest, their flesh slapping together. Beyond the gasping and moaning, they say no more. The flow of information between them is absolute. One moment, Edward is being ridden, the next, he is riding... Their minds blend in obscene ways and when Edward hears the dry sob, it takes him a moment to realize that it was himself crying, not Aro.
Aro is not very rough; he is steady and firm and unrelenting, and it doesn't exactly feel bad, but Edward feels the desire to fuck something himself, and there is nothing; no (pure, pure, pure) Bella, nothing that wouldn't feel empty and useless. Aro presses him down against the bed and Edward orgasms into the sheets, feeling the cold semen against his abdomen with a touch of revulsion.
Aro reaches down and sticks his fingers into it; he swirls his fingers across Edward's back. Somehow this is more violating and Edward groans in protest. He feels Aro smile (feels himself smile, feels Aro, he hates this mind-reading mind-blending mess and the way Aro's desire shouts in his ears for attention).
Finally Aro spends himself and pulls out of Edward. He turns away for a moment and Edward takes the opportunity to dodge to the edge of the bed and retrieve his clothes. He may be walking out to his death, but he will walk out with his remaining dignity.
Clothed, he stands before the other man and waits. Aro lifts and eyebrow and adjusts his robes.
"You promised," Edward says, surprising himself with the harshness of his voice.
"Give it a little while longer," the other man suggests, and Edward growls.
"You promised," he repeats. Aro laughs and waves his hand in dismissal.
"I think your luck might be changing," he says cryptically, cocking his head to one side before striding out of the room. Angrily Edward grabs his shirt and follows.
If Aro won't do it, he'll do it himself. He has his... permission. Tomorrow, he thinks, at noon. That will be the best time. They'll have to kill him, then.
He's sore, body and mind, and he broods until the dawn breaks.
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