Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Something Comes

Happy Wednesday peeps. This week I chose a picture as my prompt. I have NO idea what the picture is meant to be but for me, this time, it's a bird.

Pasha whimpered as the angel began to move inside him, sliding slowly in and out. Although the surreal energy had died, his body was still singing with it and didn’t quite feel it belonged to him. Every time the angel thrust into him it sent burning fire through his guts and rippling convulsions through the muscles in his stomach. He moaned and raised his hips to meet the angel, wrapping his legs around the angel’s slender waist.
“Rise with me Pasha, beautiful Pasha,” the angel moaned into his ear. His hands clutched at him and stroked his back as they clung together. With a gasp, Pasha realised they had risen from the bed and were hovering over it. The canopy of snowy white feathers arching over them made it seem they were in another world altogether.
“Oh God,” Pasha moaned, “what’s happening to me?”
“Nothing more than happens to any man, Pasha,” the angel gasped, his entire body trembling as his thrusts lost their rhythm and became unfocussed and jerky. The angel’s breath in his ear was getting ragged, matching Pasha’s own  and the angelic moans that slipped from him spurred Pasha on to even more frenzied movement.
The angel began to kiss Pasha’s neck, licking the sweat from his skin. Pasha sobbed and grabbed his head, grinding their faces together and desperately thrusting his tongue into his mouth, trying to regain some control. The angel lost focus even more and moaned into his mouth, tightening his arms around him.
Both of them trembled and twisted, thrusting against each other, lost in the sensations building in their bodies.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Pasha moaned, losing the ability to kiss as an intense orgasm began to build in his belly. “I…I’m….”
“And….and I,” the angel gasped. “Come for me Pasha and I will come for you.”
Pasha whimpered and his body began to shake. He realised he was making noises but they weren’t conscious. The angel grunted and thrust deeply and it was the sound as much as the action that sent Pasha spinning over the edge.
He screamed when he came. He had never done that before but the sensations were so intense they were straddling a tenuous border between pleasure and pain. The angel was silent but Pasha felt something hard and cold bounce off his shoulder and realised the angel was weeping. Pasha felt he ought to console him, or at least ask what was wrong but the orgasm still held him in its grip.
The angel slowly lowered them back onto the bed and lay quiet, with Pasha in his arms. His wings covered them with a trembling, twitching blanket. Soft moans still slipped from his lips and his eyes were closed.
“Are you alright?” Pasha managed to ask at last.
The angel opened his eyes and Pasha gasped at the rainbow of colours that swirled behind his closed lids. “Oh yes,” he murmured with a sigh. Closing his eyes again, the angel pulled him close and nuzzled in to his neck.
Pasha shifted as something small and hard dug into his back. Something suddenly occurred to him, widening his eyes. He moved his hips experimentally and it didn’t feel as if there was anything  hard inside him. “Um…,” he said. The angel opened his eyes and the rainbow colours faded to blue. “Your um…. Your tears are made of crystal.”
“They become crystalline, yes,” the angel agreed.
“Do um…? Does everything that comes out of you…? You know?”
For a moment the angel frowned, puzzled, then he smiled. “No, Pasha, not everything. In some ways we are the same.”
Pasha relaxed, with a sigh. “That’s good.”
The angel smiled and kissed him, but suddenly tensed, his body going rigid and his eyes wide.
“What’s wrong?”
“Something is coming.”
“What?” Pasha tried to sit up but the angel held him tight. “What’s coming?” he whispered.
“I don’t know. I’m scared.” The angel buried his face in Pasha’s hair and wrapped his wings more tightly around them.
“We can’t hide, Angel,” Pasha said and tried to push the wings off him.
“No. I’m scared.”
“We have to face our fears. If it’s dangerous, it can’t find us like this. We’re helpless.”
“I’m afraid,” the angel repeated and Pasha pulled away, taking the angel’s face between his hands and forcing him to look at him.
“I know you’re afraid. I am too. But we can’t just hide under your wings and hope whatever it is won’t find us. I’m crapping myself here but we have to face it. We can’t fight like this.”
“Maybe we won’t need to  but we have to be ready just in case. I won’t let them take you without a fight.”
The angel searched his eyes, then nodded. Suddenly, the wings had gone and they were shivering and naked.
Pasha leaped out of bed and ran to the window. Before he had the chance to look out, something threw itself against the glass. He skittered backwards so fast he fell over and sat on the floor and looked up at a window filled with golden feathers. In the middle of the feathers was a beak that tapped against the glass.
“What is it?”
“I…I don’t know,” the angel said, crouching next to Pasha.
“Is it dangerous?”
“I don’t know.”
“Should we let it in?”
“No. I…I don’t know. It…. It feels familiar but I can’t remember if it’s in a good way or a bad way.”
The creature at the window abruptly stopped tapping and pulled back a little. They could see it was some kind of bird but none Pasha had ever seen before. It was a ball of yellow and orange trailing feathers with a small body and long neck. Its head was crested by a tuft of red and its beady eye was golden yellow.
“What the hell are you waiting for, Uzzi’el?” A reedy voice penetrated the glass. “Micha’el’s enforcers are about and I’m drawing attention.”

Now take a look at the rest of the flashers this week


  1. I really love this story. Pasha and the angel are kind of funny together.

    1. They are, aren't they. They haven't got a clue :)

  2. Ooh! Hot sex, though I snickered thinking about crystalline cum. :P The picture is one of mine; it was a firework exploding, but I used camera movement to create the lines flowing downward, like wings. Oddly enough, I titled that one 'Firebird'. It's interesting to see our vision of the image represented is so similar! I can't wait to see where you go with your story and who the bird outside the window really is.

    1. I considered it but I figured it would be a nightmare to get it all out ;) I realised it was a firework when I downloaded it to post on the blog but it was too late by then. It's cool we both saw the same thing even though you knew it was a firework. It's a beautiful photograph hun. The bird is... interesting. He has big news

  3. Well, the bird is a MOST interesting character. :) Uzziel rings bells with me (thanks to my grandmother, I know who he is) and I'm of waiting to see how you develop his role. But that bird... that's what intrigues me most. Never saw that particular species before. :D

    1. I doubt many people would :) It's a firebird. Not many of them around anymore :) Uzey is a darling... kind of :)