Suede

This used to be posted up on Fanfic.net, and was taken down. I wrote a sequel to this and posted it there, but the only copy was on that site, and now it's gone. ;_; If I recall correctly, this was my first publicized lemon, and was written before I played Chrono Cross (my friend Marina, if anyone read it before, was my "informant" ^_^). But even though I played it afterwards, I never edited this story. I'm happy to post it once again...

The song Suede belongs to Tori Amos.




It was all too strange to him. The humid air encircled the dark room. Satin sheets surrounded him as a dark figure hovered over him. It was silent, yet he could sense its presence. He was held together by chains, and the atmosphere made him dizzy. It all seemed...like a dream.


Moonlight shone on the figure, revealing a face that was all too familiar to him.


Too familiar.


It was him.


".......what's wrong, Serge?"


"......"


"......aren't you going to say anything to me, SERGE?"


I have nothing to say to you. Serge thought.


"You never seem to answer me...then...I'll make you answer."




You always felt like suede

There are days I feel your twin

Hiding underneath your skin...




Serge struggled to move, but the chains which bound him to the bed held tight. Quickly, Dark Serge moved in. With great force, he kissed him, probing inside the other's mouth. Serge, though resisting every move Dark Serge made, had surrendered to his kiss. Soft whispeame ame out of Serge's mouth as the other ran deeper, down onto his chest.
He has such soft skin... Serge thought, but quickly dismissed it.


"Enjoying yourself...Serge?" said Dark Serge with a evil smirk.


"......."


"Hm."




Jets...are revving

Revving from a central source

And this power over me

Not because you feel something

Or don't feel something for me...




Velvet-skin touched each other as Dark Serge teased him. He bit the other slightly, and watched as the dark-red blood flowed on a narrow path, and pooled onto Dark Serge's hand. He licked off the blood and its trail. Biting the same area, it bled more, and again, repeated his cycle. It hurt, but Serge didn't let the pain overcome him.


"You are so easy to cut, you know that? Sensitive...ne?" said Dark Serge, chuckling.


"......." Dark Serge faked a sigh.


"What do I do to get you to answer?"




Call me evil

Call me tide is on your side

Anything that you want

Anybody knows you can conjure

Anything by the dark of the moon..




Serge felt his body surrender to the pleasure, yet he still was against anything his counterpart did. Dark Serge moved lower, exposing the other's full body. Teasing the other, it was merely seconds before Dark Serge took him into his mouth. He paused to think, then continued sucking, sending chills and waves of pleasure down the other's body.


Unconscious tears welled up in Serge's eyes. The other laughed.


"Have you given up yet, Serge?"


".......no."


"Such a liar. Your body says differently." Dark Serge began to suck again. Soft moans escaped the other's lips.


"You refuse to tell me the truth...Serge."




You always felt like suede

There are days I am your twin

Hiding underneath your skin

Jets...are revving

Revving from an ether twist...



Dark Serge entered the other's body, slowly at first, then faster. Serge's once soft moans became screams of both pleasure and pain. Euphoria moved rapidly through their bodies, though Serge did not welcome the feeling. His will surrendered to everything Dark Serge gave him. As he released Serge, he still smirked.


Tears, no longer unconscious, welled in Serge's eyes.


How could I...submit to such torture...such pleasure...pleasure...that was almost pain.


"Tell me the truth, Serge. Did you not enjoy that?"


".......I have nothing to say to you."


"Are you surprised...no angel came for you?"


"......"


"Because...I am your angel..." Dark Serge lay next to his counterpart, and slowly kissed him.


".......whoever told you such a lie?"


"I did. And yes, Serge...it is a lie...isn't it?"




Serge...




Serge woke up, and looked around. The satin sheets were gone. The cool, autumn air replaced the humid he had experienced. The chains were gone, and wind blew through the window, putting silence to rest.


A dream...was that a dream?


Then, he saw it.


A scar from where Dark Serge bit him.


The blood on the white sheets from where it pooled.


Chains.


And a note...that only said...




...and...no angel came...but me.




Owari.