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Archive: master_apprentice
Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/
Category: POV
Rating: R
Warnings none
Spoilers: none
Summary: What if one of the boys was a god? Response to Hilary's TMI challenge
Feedback: Waited for with bated breath.
Disclaimers: Lucas owns it all. I don't have enough money to pay attention.
You come before me, lips paying service. You go through the motions of honoring me, removing your clothes, taking down your hair, kneeling before my altar. You sing words taught to you by your elder as they were taught to him.
You breathe hymns in long dead languages, making promises you cannot begin to deliver, that you do not even understand. The timbre of your words intrigues me, amuses me.
It is a dangerous thing, to wake my interest. Most who have done so before have regretted it. Those who did not found their faith replaced with ecstasy.
Ecstasy burns, when doled out in never ending portions.
You practice your religion, hoping I will appear, knowing I will not. I have not yet decided if blind faith is simply an excuse for arrogance.
It is to your credit that you do not doubt me, do not run. Instead you simply sink deeper into yourself. I can smell your excitement, your pleasure. Your questions batter against my consciousness and I shoo them away. I will tell you what you need to know.
Obedience.
I demand nothing less, deserve nothing less. Prostrate yourself before me, let me feed from you -- your eyes, glittering like jewels in the flames; your lips, forming hymns that feature my name, your skin, upon which is written the story of your life.
Your life -- short, but filled with such sensation, such passion, such joy.
Now, share with me. Give me your need, your secrets, the hidden shivering hopes you will not even tell yourself. Pour yourself out before me, prove your trust, your faith.
I will sift through your offerings and take that which tickles beneath my tongue.
Oh, you taste like hope, like desire. I could let myself crawl within you and play within the trust and joy and bliss you grow in the gardens of your mind.
You deliver your desire beautifully; I want to lap the nervous tremors on your skin like holy wine. Your fear is sweet, almost as honeyed as your need.
Alone, naked, bowed -- how strong you are, hair falling around broad shoulders, thigh muscles trembling. You would give yourself to me, lose yourself in my need.
Dissolve in passion.
I allow myself a single touch, watch the line mottle and darken upon your shoulder. Your cry rings throughout the temple, your seed splashes upon the altar, your joy is almost more than I can bear.
This one touch is enough. You allow your garden to grow. Soon enough, I will think of you again and then I will take you and make you mine. Until then, Jinn, do your work, sing my hymns.
My mark is upon you.
End.