Master
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Beauty #2
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Archive: master_apprentice
Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/
Category: Angst
Series: See notes
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Summary: Beauty dances
Notes: The Beauty fics are stories that take place in between "Woven" and " Unraveled", featuring Obi-Wan's alter ego, Beauty. They'll make less than no sense if you haven't read the fics they're set between. Dedicated to Liz, kimberlite and Velma.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. If they were mine, there would be more body art and leather.
Feedback: Please.
He was dancing - some strange, other-worldly pattern to music no one could hear -- nude body straining, holding near-impossible positions for breathless moments.
He moved carefully, slowly, as if his joints were old and full of glass shards instead of young and supple. The muscles of Beauty's chest rippled, undulated, hypnotized.
It was at once the saddest and most erotic thing Tryl had ever seen.
The firelight licked at him, sparking from the auburn highlights in his hair, gleaming upon his sweat-sheened skin.
Beauty's eyes glittered like stones.
Tryl swallowed, the clicking of his throat loud in the silence. "Sweet fire, that... it looked like flame and smoke and light all at once."
The pain licked across Beauty's face, almost sweet enough to taste. "Can you... I want it on my skin."
"Do you know how much money you could..."
"It's not for sale."
"Beauty, everything's far sale. Everything." Tryl smiled. "You sell your pain, your pleasure, your face, your ass. It's a dance -- that's all. Just think of the stuff you could..."
Those stone eyes froze, chilling him deep within. "Will you do it or not?"
Tryl looked at the fine skin, thought about the fine-edged pain etched upon Beauty's face as he moved. Thought about the hours of Beauty stretched before him, needle inking his skin, delicious agony pouring like aged wine.
"I will."
The end.