True Intentions: Requiem of the Wicked

True Intentions: Requiem for the Wicked

Act I. Falling into Darkness

I.I

Dartz smirked at his reflection as he completed the finishing touches to his make up. A steady hand swept a thick line around both his eyes, curving at the outer corner in a feline manner, the dark kohl defining large, mismatched orbs in a way that made him seem even more feral.

Even he had to admit that he was looking particularly good this evening.

Especially when considering that he was over ten thousand years old.

Absently, he clicked the top back onto the eyeliner pencil before setting it back on the white marble sink. The newly free hand then went to play with messy periwinkle bangs that lay haphazardly over his forehead. Try as he might, they were simply untameable, but that added to his wild predatory that he knew drove his lover wild.

Eli...

He smiled, bright white teeth a sharp contrast to his smooth lips painted black as he flicked his hair behind his shoulder. His love had better appreciate the time he had spent with it, teasing the thick locks into the tight braid that hung so long that it touched the floor even when he stood.

Theirs wasn’t what anyone would have called a conventional relationship, not even by modern standards. In fact, it was probably more Atlantian in that it was all about lust. And power.

Moving from the bathroom to his bedroom, Dartz sat down on his large bed which sighed as it gave way to his weight. With a click of his fingers a pair of knee high PVC boots appeared in his free hand. Gracefully he slipped into the boots, making sure that he tucked his tight black pants into the tops.

As he stood he glanced at the full length mirror, turning to the side to admire his own shape. The pants clung to his legs, curving over his rear and groin like a second skin. He contemplated a shirt, but decided against it, loving the way the black made the expanse of his skin look even paler.

Another click of his fingers and a long leather jacket appeared in the opposite hand. He shrugged himself into the garment, turning up the collar so that it covered the bottom half of his face and neck. The ever-present Oricalchos pendant that hung around his neck gave a bright glow, warning him of someone’s approach.

Sure enough, he soon heard a knock on his heavy wooden door, bolted from his side to ensure complete privacy. He was certain that it was one of his warriors, probably ‘checking up’ on him, as they had been doing so regularly and quite frankly, it was starting to piss him off.

Dartz was a big boy after all. He could handle himself. Besides, if all else failed, he could always sacrifice a soul to the Great Leviathan. Actually, when he thought about it, he really hadn’t been all that focused on his quest recently.

I.II

Dartz made his way through the clamour of writhing bodies littering his midnight haunt. Overhead, multi-coloured lights danced over the crowd, piercing the black of the club with beams of red and white, and blue and green. Music blared from the speakers, the lyrics nothing more than various obscenities screamed over a clash of drums, symbols and guitar.

A pair of young women dressed only in the tiniest of thongs and the highest of heels approached him, offering to take his jacket and then him.

Dartz declined their crude offer. To him, it happened all the time – these women didn’t always want money. With him, they offered it all for free, but he never accepted. He only wanted kinky sex with one especially kinky person…

He scanned the club briefly, his eyes barely registering the semi-naked dancers rotating on table tops while serving drinks and offering the odd extras to those that looked rich or attractive enough.

Suddenly, a hand snaked its way around his waist and into the opening of his jacket before settling on his muscled stomach, the fingers dangerously close to the fly on his pants.

Dartz shifted himself backwards until his body pressed against that of another. The right hand grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him even closer until he could feel a warm rush of breath on his neck. Wet lips slid onto the skin, opening to allow sharp teeth to nip at him, starting at the nape before trailing along his collar bone. The Atlantian Lord groaned as a thumb grazed his raised member through his pants, bringing it to life.

“Eli…” Dartz breathed, closing his eyes as he revelled in his attackers touch.

Eli was indeed a very attractive man with such a unique beauty that made both men and women fall desperately, hopelessly in lust with him. Dartz was no exception. If anything, he was even more impassioned than the others that desired Eli. Dartz had become so intoxicated by his poison kisses that he not only wanted Eli – he needed him.

Eli’s long black hair fell to just below his waist, skimming his rear as he somehow managed to sway in time to the irregular beat of the music. His features were sharp, and well defined, his strangely coloured amethyst eyes an instant fascination to all – and as for his body…

He was hot and he knew it.

His clothes were carefully chosen to flaunt every part of his wonderfully honed body. Low slung leather pants hung temptingly on his slim hips revealing the soft curve of his taunt stomach as the muscles tapered to his groin…Thin leather thongs were threaded through the eyelets at either side, the enticing lacing betraying the fact that he was wearing no underwear.

“You’re late,” the other man mumbled against his neck as he slipped his right hand under the collar of Dartz’ jacket and yanked it from his shoulder. His mouth moved down to his shoulder, the teeth then scraped over the blade, the white skin reddening from the pressure.

Dartz pulled away so that he could remove the rest of his jacket and spun around to stare at his lover.

“And you’re overdressed,” he observed with a wry look.

Then again, compared to Dartz, even the little that Eli was wearing seemed like a full suit. Eli wore a thin mesh tank top, a large metal buckle over each shoulder fastening the front to the back with another series of intricate buckles on each side to hold the flimsy fabric together.

Eli leant forward, pressing his lips against the part of Dartz’s neck just under the left earlobe and chuckled, the vibrations sending a tingle along Dartz’s spine. “Well, you’ll just have to do something about that, won’t you?” he teased seductively.

I.III

Eli had barely had time to finish his sentence before Dartz had seized him by the front of his flimsy top and pulled him down into a fierce kiss. He didn’t care that the loose knit of the garment began to unravel and tear, nor the hands that wound themselves in his braid to pull his head back and deepen the kiss.

No.

Neither of them cared that they were fornicating in a packed club filled with horny teenagers, swingers and even the odd pervert. In fact, the intense stares of the crowd as they engaged in their voyeuristic activities only served to make the pair enjoy them all.

After all, the best entertainment is always free, and with a show like theirs – one that made every other person feel wholly undesirable and envious – Dartz and Eli could have taken over the world.

Not that Dartz wasn’t already planning world domination, well, at least when he wasn’t indulging in extreme sexual intercourse in a seedy club where even the lap dancers took note of what they could do.

And as he slammed Eli against the cold metal wall of the club so that the back of his head crashed against it with so much force the whole wall trembled, all he cared about was the wild tongue in his hot mouth that clashed with his, the taste of alcohol and metal a heady combination which helped to make him all the more light-headed when he started to taste blood. It took a while for him to register that it was his.

Momentarily he withdraw his tongue, realising that Eli had cut the organ during their intense kiss with the small dagger shaped piercing that was threaded through his own tongue. As soon as the stinging ceased, Dartz dove back into Eli’s mouth, determined.

Slowly he unclenched his fists from his shirt, trailing down his torso before settling on his hips to pull them closer until their groins brushed against one another, hardened cocks straining against their black pants.

Being slightly shorter than Eli, Dartz was able to bury his head in the crook of Eli’s neck. A quiet ‘clink’ could be heard as Dartz tried to work free the buckle using his teeth to pull the leather strap free while his fingers trailed to the laces at either side of Eli’s hips, using his own to keep him pinned against the wall.

Eli released his hold on Dartz’s hair, his head falling back against the wall. His breath caught in his throat as Dartz rolled his pelvis in a circular motion, kneading his cock in a way that made him want more.

The leather laces fell away easily, but Dartz struggled with the buckles on Eli’s top. Never one for patience, Dartz bit in to the already torn fabric and pulled, ripping a line from the neck to the hem so that the shirt fell away from Eli’s body to expose golden skin while his fingers began to roll down his pants.

“Hmm…” Dartz murmured, lowering his mouth onto Eli’s delightful body. “What should I do now?” he teased as he licked his way down his chest and stomach, moving ever closer to his final target. Slender fingers stroked over his naked hips, gliding over the small of the back to grip onto the firm cheeks of Eli’s ass, already awaiting Eli’s next order.

“Me,” Eli replied, his mouth already dry in anticipation. He gave a strangled cry as he felt himself being consumed, Dartz hot mouth clamping down on his painfully swollen cock, already closer to release than he would have liked to admit. The bright lights of the club were no comparison to the explosions in his mind.

There was nothing quite like falling into darkness.

IV.

Eli came with a jarring cry, even the pounding music from the speakers seemed to stop in that one perfect moment where nothing else mattered but you and what you wanted and what you had acquired.

Dartz continued to kiss the organ, even after he had milked Eli dry, unwilling to move from his place of service – shirtless, on his knees in front of the only man he would ever dream of calling his ‘Master.’
Breathing shallow, Eli grabbed the braid that hung down Dartz’s bare spine and yanked him up until he was standing. Dartz’s mismatched eyes locked onto Eli’s violet orbs, both so full of lust and longing.

Eli pulled the braid so that Dartz jerked towards him, the pain nothing compared to what he had inflicted previously. Dark lips were assaulted in a harsh, bruising kiss, Dartz’s lipstick staining Eli’s mouth black. Eli’s other hand went to Dartz’s as yet neglected member. The move startled Dartz, who bit into Eli’s bottom lip with such ferocity that a trickle of blood trailed down his chin. Dartz licked Eli’s chin clean, barely moving his mouth away from Eli’s while the taller man went back to teasing Dartz’s cock.

“Dartz,” he murmured into the kiss. “I want you -” his voice trembling with deep desire. “I want to fuck you,” he added, lips still locked together, tongues twisting together like rope. Eli increased his grip on Dartz’s hair, forcing him closer until he could feel Dartz all over – his lips, his tongue, his chest and groin…

Dartz said nothing, only nodded as Eli’s fingers found the fastening to his pants and slid them slowly down over his hips and thighs…

“Then fuck me,” he demanded, ready, willing and ever prepared to give into the darkness and that that which only Eli could give.

End of Act I.

Author’s Notes

I.

This fic is dedicated to my Funny Jun-Jun-Junny the chibi-neko-bunny-with no money, who likes honey, especially when it's sunny-chan! Happy Birthday (for October)! Sorry the fic is so late, but to make up for it I’m gonna make it (kinda) long

II.

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoyed this fic.
I know it’s been a looooooooooooong time since I posted anything for the Doma Arc, but I am working on it – honest! It’s just taking me a while to get motivated to do anything for it – if it wasn't for Jun-chan shouting at me you probably wouldn’t have seen this fic until next Christmas!

III.

Worry not, Doma junkies – the rest of the Doomies will be showing up in the next chapter

IV.

For all the kinks out there, I just want to say that things will be getting even hotter between these two ^^ Get ready for it…

V.

The ‘M’ rated version of this fic can be found on FF.net