flammaedius

Ocean

2007-05-10T02:10:48Z

Title: Ocean
Inspired by the song Ocean by Hanna McEuen which you can find under the link.
Summary: While on a family vacation Mark Sanders receives a taste of real love from Soloman "Solo" Jenner before it is ripped away. Were the consequences of that love worth the sacrifice he made? Warnings: Yaoi Possible Citrus

Mark walked by the edge of the water, the warm, salty water lapping at his feet. It was a beautiful cloudless day at the beginning of summer, before the tourists started pouring in to the area and the beach began to get over crowded with bodies. He moved away from the water and walked to the small encampment his parents had set up, as was their ritual every year.

“Hey dad, I’m going to walk up the beach for a while,” said Mark to his father.

The older man looked over his shoulder and said, “Be back in time for lunch, your mother wants to try the new restaurant up the road.”

“Yeah, sure,” Mark told his father, snagging a towel and retreating.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with his parents but damn, he missed Sara. He had been dating Sara, one of his fathers Partners' daughters for almost a year now and he was sure he was in love. She was perfect, strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes a bright infectious smile and a knack for sports and playing the piano. The thought of her even had his knees going weak.

He had reached a suitable stretch of beach that was totally deserted and laid his towel on the sun warmed sand. It was so peaceful during this time of the year. He laid back and closed his eyes against the mid-morning sunlight. His thoughts once again drifted to his girlfriend and what she could be doing.

An indeterminate amount of time passed before he heard someone walking toward him. He cracked his eyes and saw who had disturbed his tranquility. It has another guy about his age. Behind his sunglasses his eyes widen. The guy looked to be a little shorter than him with sun streaked chestnut hair that fell into warm blue eyes. He had a pair of red shorts slung low on his hips and a white tee shirt that seem to be plastered to his chest and arms. The other boy spotted him and stopped in surprise.

“Who are you?” he asked in surprisingly rich baritone voice. “No one ever comes this far down the beach.”

Mark’s eyes widened marginally and he stared at the other. The other guy shifted slightly when he didn’t answer.

“Hey, it’s cool. I’m just going to sit over here and sketch,” said the boy. He patted the bag he had slung over his shoulder and continued to walk up the beach.

Mark stared after the boy and watched him spread out his own towel about ten feet away.
He dug around his bag and pulled out a battered sketchbook and a pencil bag. Mark tore his gaze away from the boy and looked at his watch and swore. It was about time to meet his parents for lunch.

Hastily he got up and shook the sand out of his towel. If he hurried he could get their with time to spare.

Saving Water NC-17 YAOI SLASH MALE/MALE PAIRING

2007-04-09T18:57:05Z

Title: Saving Water
Rating: NC-17 umm... yeah... don't read unless you are of age to please?
Dedicated to tresa_cho (she beta'ed it too ^^)
Notes: This is an original pair and SLASH, YAOI, MALE/MALE PAIRING. Please don't read this unless you have an open mind or enjoy read this particular subject. tresa_cho requested this (pairing and all!) for a christmas fic but I thought she needed it a little earlier. So Merry Christmas Tresa and if you want something more let me know, I'll do my best!

Steam filled the small bathroom. Evan stood in the shower letting the hot, soothing water pour over his body. He thought back to his day and a smile spread over his face. His new lover was just out side the bathroom door probably waiting to use the shower himself. He leaned forward and braced himself against the wall of the shower and let the water sluice through his blonde hair and closed his eyes. He could see their earlier antics in the back of his mind and he let a hand trail down his belly to run over his hardening member.

James leaned against the door jam and watched Evan under the spray. Toned and tanned muscles glistened and rippled as his lover shifted, spreading his legs slightly as the warm water enveloped him. James shifted himself as he felt himself harden. He could see Evan’s hand drifting south and James decided it was time to join him. He pulled his boxers over his hips and stifled a groan at the feel of the cloth scraping over his hardened flesh.

He opened the door and Evan jerked and turned to see what caused the rush of cool air against his backside. James chuckled and Evan blushed and his hand fell to his side.

“James! I…I’ll be done in a couple minutes,” said Evan and James closed the door behind him.

“There’s no need to waste water with taking two showers when we could share,” purred James and he pulled Evan to his chest and pressed his lips to the other's.

“Oh…” sighed Evan and he relaxed against James' warm chest.

James maneuvered them until they were both under the hot spray of the shower. He ran his hands over the smooth planes of Evans chest and closed his fingers over one of his nipples, rolling it slightly with his finger tips. Evan gasped and closed his beautiful blue eyes. James lowered his head to lick droplets of water from the exposed flesh. Evan tilted his head back exposing more of his skin to James ministrations. James continued his trail down Evans chest, licking drops of water from slightly salty skin until he reached the hardened nubs of his nipples. His mouth closed over one little bud and he swirled his around it.

“Mmm… You taste delicious Evan,” sighed James as he pulled his mouth away from Evans body. His hands traced over Evans taught stomach and grasped his hips. He darted his tongue out, tasting the tip of Evans erection. “Delicious.”

“I…ohh…” moaned Evan as James took his entire length in to his mouth. Evan slumped against the wall hands splayed. Jame’s mouth was so warm and moist; it sent jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. James began to move his head up and down his length, letting his teeth graze the hardened flesh in his mouth. Unable to stop himself, Evan thrust into that inviting mouth and a tiny moan escaped. James slid one of his hands behind Evan and began to message the cleft of his ass.

With his other hand he found a bottle of conditioner and slicked his his fingers with it. The touch went unnoticed until James carefully pushed two of his fingers past the ring of muscles located there. Evan jerked slightly, thrusting deeper into James mouth. A chuckle reverberated in Jame’s throat and traveled up Evan’s throbbing arousal. It proved too much for Evan and he felt his climax grow inside him and he released himself into James waiting mouth. James swallowed every drop greedily and licked him clean. He stood slowly, maintaining his gentle thrusting rhythm with his fingers. Evan leaned against the wall of the shower panting, letting the warm water flow over his body.

“James… That…” James silenced his words as he covered Evans mouth with his own, pushing his tongue past Evans lips to explore his mouth. Evan could taste himself on James' lips. Evan began to kiss James back, tongues battling each other. James leaned into the kiss, pressing the smaller teen tight against the wall. His neglected erection brushed against Evan and he bucked his hips against him, seeking contact to ease his growing arousal. He twisted his fingers in Evans body and added a third.

Evan’s own erection was returning and they broke apart, gasping for air.

James leaned against his lover and panted, “I need to be in you, please,” his voice puffed over slick skin. “Please.”

Evan looked into James eyes and saw the raw lust and desire there. The same desire he felt raging through his own body. He nodded and brushed his lips over James’ swollen wet lips. He thrust his hips down on James’ thrusting fingers, conveying his own need.

James captured Evans lips fiercely. Evan groaned into his mouth and then pulled away slightly. “Wha..?” James began before Evan silenced him with a peck on his lips. He deliberately turned around and placed his hands on the slick tile bracing himself. James drew in a sharp breath of moist air and withdrew his fingers. Evan let out a small sound of protest and James smiled as he picked up the bottle of conditioner a liberally coated his erection with the creamy substance.

“Patience,” he said as he drug the tip of his dripping erection against the cleft of Evans ass. Evan moaned as the head slipped by his entrance and he drove himself back on it, in no mood to wait. James cried out feeling his erection being surrounded by Evans pulsing heat. He instinctively thrust forward, completely burying himself in that delicious heat. He waited until he was sure Evan was adjusted to his length then he began to with draw until just the head was inside and then he thrust inside, hitting the bundle of nerves buried deep inside Evan.

Evan arched into James chest and cried out. He thrust back on to Jame’s cock, craving to feel that feeling again. James thrust again and Evan cried out in pleasure. They moved together and each groaned in response to the intense pleasure shooting up and down their spines. James tried to hold back but he could help but thrust deeper, harder, faster as Evan emitted harsh cries of pleasure. His hand snaked around Evan and his grabbed his throbbing arousal. Evan’s head fell back and James closed his teeth on his pulse. Jame’s tongue soothed the mark and his grip tightened on Evan’s cock, stroking it fasted.

Evan screamed his release, spilling his essence into Jame’s hand. His body shook with the intensity of it and his pulsing channel clamped down on Jame’s still moving erection. Jame’s followed, crying out Evan’s name as he spilled himself into him. Both sagged against the wall of the shower, fighting for breath, quaking in the aftermath. They sank to the floor and James softening member slid out of Evan's warmth.

Jame’s stood a slight smile on his face. He pulled Evan off the floor and into his chest once again. He took Evan’s mouth in a last, deep kiss.

“Mmm. Maybe we should take showers together more often,” said James as he grabbed a bottle of shampoo.

“I think you’re right,” said Evan into his chest and he purred as Jame's began to message the small glob of shampoo in to his hair.

Tell me what you think... *is nervous*

flammaedius @ 2006-09-03T22:15:00

2006-09-04T03:27:27Z

Nanashi

The promises, empty confessions
A hologram of innocence shattered
Illusions of the past, whispered words
Smoke in the wind, meaningless
Have I crossed some invisible line?
Tell me what do you see an empty shell?
Maybe the shadow of a meaningless life?
I thought I could trust, give, surrender
I couldn't, cant, I feel totally lost
I can try to pretend, try to forget
I let you down, I wasn't strong enough
Fear is the enemy, yet it is too late
There is nothing to salvage, I am too lost.

flammaedius @ 2006-01-27T19:27:00

2006-01-28T01:35:55Z

Agian this journal holds entirely fictional works.

Title: What Lies Behind the Veil
Author: Myself
Chapter: Prologue
A/N: The little song at the end is not my property. It is from a song called God's Speed by The Dixie Chicks. Everything else is mine.

Snow pounded the windows, driven to icy daggers by the howling wind and ice was frosting the glass, making it difficult to see any distance out into the dark of midnight. In the distance winter thunder rolled through the sky, lightening flashed through the black clouds and turbulent air.

She looked out the window, tears coursing down her cheeks, eyes unseeing as the snow and ice continued to build on the windows and ground, making the one lane road impassible. There was no one else around for mile she knew. Only the canyons, magnifying the shrieking winds volume were her company.

The power had long since gone out. For one moment in time it was as if she were the only one left on the earth... Her and her unborn child. That thought caused a choked sob to permeate the air. Her poor child...

"Milady I know it is difficult to understand..." The fae, Kynthan had said.

"NO, NO YOU... you don't." She had screeched back. "My baby will be born and will likely die before they are twenty! I probably will not be able to watch my baby grow up." She let out a sob.

"Milady... Your child is destined for greatness, no other will be suited. If not your child then whose?" Kynthans Vampire companion, Cian had asked. "Your baby will bring about the reign of the light and peace for a millennium or more."

"I know." She had sobbed, hands cradling her slightly swollen abdomen. "It's just my husband and now... now this."

The fae had shared sympathetic looks. "Milady...”

"Tell me what I have to do." She demanded determination welling in her streaming eyes.

That was how she had ended up here, in the middle of nowhere in a blizzard. She put her hands protectively on her now seven month swollen stomach. There had been a close call before she had reached this safe house. The 'darkness,' chilling black, cunning and manipulative.... Murdering. Her husband hadn't died in that car accident; he had been killed, brutally, viciously... Just as her parents had been. She let out another choked sob. She hadn't even had time to tell him she was a witch. The magic community was very well hidden.

Only on small shop per state could actually get you to the actual Capitol. Located in the northern woods of Canada, the North America United Magical Community comprised of the United States, Canada, and Mexico. Even the Fae, Vampires... Hell every magical creature on the continent called the capitol there home. She had only been to the capitol and that last trip... One of the sight mages, an old and shriveled woman, had cornered her, and had told her she was different. That she had something that had not been seen in centuries.

What that was she didn't know but it was pushed to the side when she had met Mark. That had only been two years ago. They had been married and then her parents had died on their first wedding anniversary. Less than five months later Mark was killed in a car accident. She had only been pregnant for two months. She didn’t even get the chance to tell him.

She had been four months pregnant when the leaders of the Fae Empire and the Vampire Clan had met with her.

Now... Now it was after her baby. Her innocent, unborn child. She knew here time on earth would be running out not long after her baby's birth. The Fea had told her she should keep a journal... Just in case and she had. It held every memory she held close to her heart, the important details of the Magic world’s entrances... What she was and what happened to her husband and her family...

She dried her tears quickly as anger built inside her. Quickly she moved to the small desk tucked into one of the corners of the small bed room. The night may be keeping her awake but she would not wallow in pity any longer. She pulled the leather bound journal out of its drawer and lit the fireplace on the opposite wall with a flick of her wrist.

The pen she pulled out next was immediately opened and words were soon pouring out on to the paper.

I have been in this house for three months now and out side it’s as if the world wants to bury this house and leave me in an Icy tomb. Further more while the snow, ice and wind are enough to keep even the deepest sleeper awake, the winter thunder make this a truly frightening night.

My last entry left you with the death of my parents...

~*~

She looked down into the face of her nearly one-hour old son and a single tear traced its way down her cheek. A soft knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.

“Ma’am? The doctor was wondering if you settled on a name yet.” It was the nurse.

The woman nodded and smiled. “Adam. Adam William Justus.”

The nurse smiled and wrote the name on his chart. “I’ll be back at the nurse’s station if you need anything. Just call okay?”

She nodded again as the nurse left. She shifted the drowsing child in her arms gently and began to croon a soft lullaby as another tear fell.

"God’s Speed little man
Sweet dreams little man
Oh my love will fly
To you each night on angels’ wings
God’s speed, Sweet Dreams...”

flammaedius @ 2006-01-25T00:58:00

2006-01-25T06:58:49Z

This journal will hold entirely fictional work. That means anything behind a the links(as demonstrated below) in not real. This is a sole invention of my imagination and should probably just be laughed at. You have been warned.

Title: What lies behind the veil
Author: Myself
Chapter: Foreword

I can tell you a story even if you don't believe it and believe me you won't. I can tell you of events that have shaped this world but why when it is distorted, tinted by worldly eyes? What is the use?

Somethings happen in the course of human history that change everything. Now whether the human race believes them is not relevant but I tell you now magic is real. Everything you thought only existed in your imagination is real. And more importantly light and dark are real, good and bad, right and wrong.

There is a world that runs parallel to our own, one that only those who are touched with magic can reach. But even then those who have been touched my magic will not make it there for even they do not believe. Belief. That is the key.

I myself can stop writing right now and you will have passed this off as just another lunatic wandering the streets spreading lied once agian, but I tell you that this is the truth!

The truth is one teenage boy and his three friends saved this world from utter destruction at the hands of a possessed madman. The truth is that the earth was in conflict, near the brink of distruction. Like I have said before magic is real. But so is light and dark.

When you are born to this destiny, to save man kind you sacrifice everything. Your identity, your family, your life. THe teenage boy I told you about learned this as did his friends. His Journey took a plow boy from Nebraska and transformed him in to the most powerful man on earth.

I can tell you a story even if you don't believe it... Belief. That is the key.