Five Finger Crawl

These are two characters from Xenogears.  However, I'm not saying who
they are!  Because, I'm mean.

But, anyway, Xenogears Characters and the like don't belong to me. So there.

Five fingers cross

around your neck

The more you live

the more they take

The hand was unexpected. He turned away for a moment and felt it cross over his
flesh, sliding beneath his collar to caress the skin beneath and run along the
cords of muscle. He stiffened, swallowing the knot that formed in his throat.
Refusal to show his inner thoughts, the startled reaction bitten down by teeth
against his tongue. The fingers slid down further, exploring the curve of his
collarbone, exposed suddenly by the unzipping of his uniform. Breath against his
earlobe, a tongue tracing along the soft flesh before words echoed in his ears.


"She is gone tonight. You will do nicely in her place."

Cold, certain words punctuated by the tear of fabric as eager hands grew
impatient with the zipper, ripping the jacket open. With a second jerk it came
off entirely, pulled off his shoulders and slide down his arms. Dropped to the
floor, it made only an unceremonious susurration against pristine tiles before
being kicked aside. And all he could do was stand there and acquiesce. To deny
was never an option to those poor souls born into his caste, his station.

The more you breathe

the more they want

Five fingers cross

Upon your face

Warm breath against his throat made him all too aware of the one standing behind
him. Arms crossed over his torso to touch, caress, claim him. Tongue and teeth
ground into yielding flesh, drawing forth a breath and the need to reach for his
void, to escape the inevitable that awaited him. It came as bidden, sweet and
kind, numbing him. Not even the racing drum of his heart did he feel as it
thudded against his ribcage with alacrity. The chuckle against his ear still
forced him to swallow again, a tremble racing down his spine despite his
inability to feel.

"Let it go. That's an order, soldier."

Denied, he held on for another heartbeat and then released, the sensations of
the world returning, alerting him to the fingers crawling up his torso, sliding
up his throat. They crossed his chin to fold around his visage, tightening until
his eyes closed. A soft, dark chuckle foreshadowed future intentions. The hand
pulled him back, then shoved. Balance lost, arms flailing, he bounced against
the mattress, creasing the immaculate covers.

Some have to have

someone to bleed

The more they take

the more you need

Propped n hin his elbows, he tossed his head to chase away the strands of teal
hair attempting to obscure his vision. And the one watching him only smiled,
teeth gleaming with a predatory glimmer. The hunter regarded the prey while
removing his fur, a second uniform left to the floor, forgotten and discarded
for the primal pleasures that awaited naked flesh. He could only watch with
knowing anticipation as the other crawled up the bed, fingers seeking out what
remained to separate their bodies. Clothing gone with a whisper of fabric.

He turned his head to the side, cheek pressed against the softness of the
comforter. "Beautiful," he heard murmured above him, fingers streaking down the
cut of his muscles, pausing to trace along his ribs before dipping lower to find
and encourage the beginnings of an erection. "Don't fight me. Relax." But he had
known this before. His rank, his station and a nearly effeminate beauty doomed
him to this fate many a time before now. He relaxed his muscles, submitting to
the voice that crooned above him.

Five finger crawl

Around the room

The more you want

It seals your doom

"Yes..." the voice hissed. The brush of hair against his temple, the shadowing
of light over eyes closed tightly and the warmth of the body above his, pressed
so close now. The hands that removed his clothing and raked over his body now
lifted his legs to grant egress. Cool air against warm skin lasted only a moment
till the hot press of hard flesh. He drew in a last deep breath, teeth tightly
ground together in anticipation but even prepared, knowing what was to come, his
breath still left his throat in a gasp of pain. The initial thrust tore into him
with brute force, invading his body without remorse and without quarter. The
body above his shuddered, a throaty groan emitted as those fingers now grasped
his shoulders tightly.

There was no room for escape, no way to ease the pain of first entry. By some
merciful chance he was granted a few moments for things to subside. Then things
began to move, withdrawing slightly before trusting forward again. A slow
cadence that easily changed from pain to growing shots of pleasure. It began as
a warm glow beneath the layers of discomfort, spreading from deep within,
overpowering any other thoughts to drop him into a pit of only sensation.
Without the void, he realized what he had declined to feel, to know.

The more they take

The it sets your fate

Five fingers crawl

And end the game

The bed creaked, the pace increasing with each thrust rocketing into him,
pressing hard flesh into the soft yielding circle faster and deeper. He reached
with his own fingers, shame furthest from his mind as they closed in on the arms
holding up the body above his to help steady himself. Each moment brought him
closer to the precipice, face contorting, breath coming in ragged gasps without
rhyme or reason. He felt his back arch into each thrust, working with the man
who used him until finally release came to him, a stream of milkly liquid
blossoming across his belly and stars befors tis tightly closed eyes.

Fingers that once clung to his shoulders released, gripping the sheets and
blankets tightly enough to tear them from the corners. Even as he choked for his
breath and felt his body beginning to slow, there came a growl from above and a
last desperate thrust, warmth bleeding deep inside of him.

You leave me cold

Couldn't pay the price

You leave me cold

Cold as the ...

It was done.

The stillness afterwards was filled only with the sound of their labored
breathing and a last creak from a protesting bed as the body fell atop his,
crushing him against the mattress. His eyes opening slowly, he stared through a
blurry vision at the rest of the room, unchanged and unimpressed with the sexual
exploits of humans. The body rose, leaving only cold in its wake, rolled over
and those fingers now reached for a pillow.

"Get out."

A kick to the side got him moving, his body stiff and still somewhat in shock as
he rose, legs unsteady and threatening to buckle beneath him. He called the void
again, this time without denial. Just to retain his dignity, to walk straight
while retrieving his fallen clothing. And the fingers now curled around the body
remaining on the bed. But he didn't see this gesture of pain, of need, of
uncertainty.

He left without looking back.