Day of the Dead
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charisstomaTitle: Day of the Dead
Author: charisstoma
Word prompts: 33. Zombie 11. Masturbation;
Rating: PG
Fandom: original
Pairing: slash?
Word Count:694
Warnings: hints of incest
Summary: More creepy then porn. Death calls David back to the village he'd escaped from.
David shuddered as the wind picked up, leaving icy fingers of cold to slither up his legs. How could he have forgotten the date and returned to his parents’ backward village anywhere near this time of year? Everywhere else the worship of the Death God had been pushed into the mists of foolish tales to scare children. Not surprising really that it should hold on here he supposed, as the nature of the area was dark and dour in this season and the people still needed to work the sea to have enough to eat.
He would not have returned at all if it were not for his remaining brother having just died out in that sea. There’d have been no one to see to the memorial that tradition demanded if he hadn’t come back. No one who would place up the stone with his brother’s name on it to be scoured by the wind and rain through the years. He’d been thankful that his own life had taken him far from this land and his own name would not have to find it’s place on such a stone set amongst the many that had come before him in this village.
Instead it was his body that graced a stone. The Death God must be placated once a year and with no relatives to mourn or argue for another to take his place, he was the perfect sacrifice for the village . So here he lay cold and shivering with only a long thin shirt that would have covered to his thighs if he’d been standing. Thankfully his hands were free but the nets that bound him belly and thigh to the stone would not break under his struggles anymore then they’d have broken to release a night’s catch to slide back into the sea. He’d thought to inch his way free from the wrapping of the nets but the cord lines bit into muscle holding him tight with large misshapen squares of his flesh poking through. Gods, the shirt had ridden up and his cock and balls were on display to the wind through one of those squares.
A shuffling sound brought his head around to stare into the dusk off to his right. Another rustling of grasses came from down past his knees. He argued with himself that it was a small animal off to seek it’s burrow from the predators who stalked at night and a gust of wind that shook the grass. The moan left no doubt of what was out there. Frantically he levered up and his struggles became desperate to slip free. He’d been born here, he’d heard the legends of the dead coming back as zombies to eat on the death scraps the God didn’t want.
A cold hand stilled him, pushing him back and a voice he’d never thought to hear again whispered in his ear. “Keep still. The Death God wants a sacrifice, it doesn’t matter how the death occurs. Stroke yourself for Him to watch. Stroke yourself in pretty play as we use to do as lads until we could take no more and came in a ‘little death’. If you do well enough, He may call us back to him having fed well on the seed you leave us and the children that will never be conceived.”
David looked up into the face of what once was his brother and reached down to his uninterested cock. “Lanon talk to me, whisper sweet perversions to me as we use to do while we did this.”
His brother backed away from him, shaking his head.
“Lanon.. Lanon, then let it be your mouth that catches my seed for I can not do this without you. Lanon!”
The heavy thud of feet and the slamming of the door from the apartment next to his woke him. The late October winds blew in through the curtains that shrouded his bedroom leaving tendrils of cold dread behind them. Yesterday, he’d received the letter from his brother’s village telling him of the death. He was expected to return to do the memorial raising before the end of the month.
Author: charisstoma
Word prompts: 33. Zombie 11. Masturbation;
Rating: PG
Fandom: original
Pairing: slash?
Word Count:694
Warnings: hints of incest
Summary: More creepy then porn. Death calls David back to the village he'd escaped from.
David shuddered as the wind picked up, leaving icy fingers of cold to slither up his legs. How could he have forgotten the date and returned to his parents’ backward village anywhere near this time of year? Everywhere else the worship of the Death God had been pushed into the mists of foolish tales to scare children. Not surprising really that it should hold on here he supposed, as the nature of the area was dark and dour in this season and the people still needed to work the sea to have enough to eat.
He would not have returned at all if it were not for his remaining brother having just died out in that sea. There’d have been no one to see to the memorial that tradition demanded if he hadn’t come back. No one who would place up the stone with his brother’s name on it to be scoured by the wind and rain through the years. He’d been thankful that his own life had taken him far from this land and his own name would not have to find it’s place on such a stone set amongst the many that had come before him in this village.
Instead it was his body that graced a stone. The Death God must be placated once a year and with no relatives to mourn or argue for another to take his place, he was the perfect sacrifice for the village . So here he lay cold and shivering with only a long thin shirt that would have covered to his thighs if he’d been standing. Thankfully his hands were free but the nets that bound him belly and thigh to the stone would not break under his struggles anymore then they’d have broken to release a night’s catch to slide back into the sea. He’d thought to inch his way free from the wrapping of the nets but the cord lines bit into muscle holding him tight with large misshapen squares of his flesh poking through. Gods, the shirt had ridden up and his cock and balls were on display to the wind through one of those squares.
A shuffling sound brought his head around to stare into the dusk off to his right. Another rustling of grasses came from down past his knees. He argued with himself that it was a small animal off to seek it’s burrow from the predators who stalked at night and a gust of wind that shook the grass. The moan left no doubt of what was out there. Frantically he levered up and his struggles became desperate to slip free. He’d been born here, he’d heard the legends of the dead coming back as zombies to eat on the death scraps the God didn’t want.
A cold hand stilled him, pushing him back and a voice he’d never thought to hear again whispered in his ear. “Keep still. The Death God wants a sacrifice, it doesn’t matter how the death occurs. Stroke yourself for Him to watch. Stroke yourself in pretty play as we use to do as lads until we could take no more and came in a ‘little death’. If you do well enough, He may call us back to him having fed well on the seed you leave us and the children that will never be conceived.”
David looked up into the face of what once was his brother and reached down to his uninterested cock. “Lanon talk to me, whisper sweet perversions to me as we use to do while we did this.”
His brother backed away from him, shaking his head.
“Lanon.. Lanon, then let it be your mouth that catches my seed for I can not do this without you. Lanon!”
The heavy thud of feet and the slamming of the door from the apartment next to his woke him. The late October winds blew in through the curtains that shrouded his bedroom leaving tendrils of cold dread behind them. Yesterday, he’d received the letter from his brother’s village telling him of the death. He was expected to return to do the memorial raising before the end of the month.
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Date: 2010-08-04 03:44 am (UTC)This. 'scuse me. /stumbles off
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Date: 2010-08-04 03:58 am (UTC)This.. is it good enough and appropriate to the kinky_fantasy community in your opinion and if so how do I post it there?
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Date: 2010-08-04 04:02 am (UTC)Post it! DO IT. I um... think you have to make a list of some sort? And then you just link to it in a post (if you're already a member of the comm?) I haven't posted anything yet.
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Date: 2010-08-04 04:46 am (UTC)You are really very complimentary to say that about my drabble. It just barely scrapes by, if you can call it even that, with kinky and I didn't know if it would be any good. *grins* Mushy brain is a good thing especially since it had a zombie in it.
Thank you!
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Date: 2010-08-04 05:53 am (UTC)Definitely post it! *nod nod nod*
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Date: 2010-08-04 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
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