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04 September 2010 @ 11:14 am
Gift for Shawn_Anne  
Title: Beauty in the Breakdown
Author: fushicho_eien 
Gift for: shawn_anne
Pairing: Ivory/Raphael
Summary: Ivory thinks about his relationship with Raphael, Raphael interrupts said thinking.
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1,008
Warnings: Rimming, bloodplay, sex
Author’s notes: Apologies for the title steal. I heard the song “Let Go” by Frou Frou and it gave me the idea for the fic. I hope it’s up to the requester’s standards.

Ivory sat at his piano, picking out a slow, melancholy tune, barely paying attention to what he was doing. He was preoccupied, trying to understand why Raphael even put up with him, let himself be abused. No one else ever had. He was a danger to him, and yet, the other man never walked away. His hands drifted with his thoughts: higher and more peaceful as his mind settled on Raphael; deeper, darker as he recalled the same man on the floor, bleeding uncontrollably beneath his hands from a wound on his neck; lower, angrier as he wondered if he could ever stop hurting him.

How many times did he have to nearly kill the man for him to realize that he wasn’t any good for him? Was love truly that blind, blind enough to not realize when you were being abused? The looks he got from everyone else, once scathing because he was a Cindy, now stung. They were disgusted, angry glares as he walked through with his arm around Raphael, who bore scars and bandages from his rough nights.

His fingers twitched, hitting a note a bit harder than he meant to, as he began to lust once again for blood. That was the worst part of being at peace: no one to kill when he needed to, no one to take his rage and fear out on. Now he was left screaming at night from horrid nightmares, slicing Raphael into bits, hallucinating things that weren’t really there, that didn’t make sense. The only one who truly understood was Cassiopeia, and now she was gone as well. Sometimes, he thought he could hear her voice, soothing, yet hollow, emotionless, and that was what drove him madder than anything. It was those days that he lost all control, that Raphael was forced to take his knives from him lest he kill someone.

It wasn’t that he wanted to hurt his lover. He just couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to, for once, be gentle with him, take him slowly, lovingly, and yet anytime he did, it wasn’t long until he was scratching and cutting him as he pounded into him uncontrollably, drawing blood wherever possible. It didn’t help that Raphael seemed to enjoy it, that he arched into his blade, his nails, his brutal entrance and exit.

A pair of arms slipped around his shoulders and he leaned back into them, his head falling back and his eyes closing. He wished he could be this comforting to Raphael, but he knew he would never be what the gentle, poetic younger man needed.

Raphael craned his head around, giving him a sloppy, sideways kiss that Ivory reciprocated with much enthusiasm, biting at his lips, plunging his tongue in his mouth as he twisted around, dragging the other down onto the bench with him. Raphael moaned quietly, pressing into him, straddling the bench, gasping when Ivory’s hand came to cup his crotch. Already hard, he noted with pleasure. That would make it easier. He pressed him backward, his pale hands in dark hair, on dark pants, causing the younger man to moan and mewl and gasp, begging for more with every breath, every kiss.

Suddenly, Raphael was tugging at Ivory’s hair, sharp, insistent pulls and he gasped, squeezing a bit tighter than he wanted.

“More,” he hissed, thrusting up into his hand.

Ivory complied with no complaint, stripping both of their shirts, then Raphael’s pants, causing him to moan in pleasure as his aching member was released from its prison, then trapped in another prison altogether, the warm, wet prison of his lover’s mouth. He tried to thrust up, but found himself held down, so he wiggled and moaned loudly, saying the same words over and over.

Then Ivory’s fingers were at his mouth and his mouth at his hole, tongue thrusting in, loosening him as the younger took the slim digits into his mouth, sucking and laving them with saliva, moaning around him, causing the albino to moan against sensitive skin.

“Oh, please…more, Gavin…”

His fingers slipped out of his mouth and pressed against his entrance, his mouth taking Raphael’s long member once again, causing him to scream and writhe under him as he did wicked things to his tongue and teeth.


Ivory scraped his nails down his chest, cutting into the flesh slightly, leaving angry red trails down to his stomach as he let Raphael fall from his mouth with a sick pop and stripped his pants off, his own member standing high and proud.

“Please,” Raphael whispered, his legs spreading wider.

Ivory grabbed him from behind the knees and dragged him forward, hauling his ass up into the air, throwing his ankles over his shoulders and thrusting in. Raphael all but screamed, meeting his thrust, holding on to the piano bench above his head.

The cool sharpness of a blade met Raphael’s warm flesh and he arched into that as well, moaning, seeming to enjoy it. Ivory pressed a bit harder, slicing a thin line in his chest, curving it slightly here and there, thrusting even harder as the blood welled up from under the skin and he leaned down to lick it up. The sensation of Ivory’s tongue on new wounds sent Raphael over the edge with a ragged scream, the blonde following not far behind, his pleasure milked from him by the clenching of his lover’s muscles around him. Then he collapsed on top of him, unable to hold himself up.

Later, when they were in their bed, Raphael was stroking his hair, muttering poetic nonsense.

“Shut up,” Ivory mumbled tiredly, not wanting to hear how he reminded his lover of moonbeams and the like.

Raphael rose up, leaning over Ivory’s shoulder. “I just want you to know,” he whispered. “It’s perfectly fine to let go of your control sometimes.”

Ivory rolled his eyes, having heard it all before, and closed them, telling Raphael to go to sleep. Raphael just lay back down, wrapping his arms around him possessively.

There’s beauty in the breakdown.fushicho_eien 
sweetjerrysweetjerry on September 4th, 2010 05:47 pm (UTC)
<3<3<3<3<3 DARLINGS! *dies*

(Also, imitation is the highest form of flattery, eh, eh? XD)
Miss Nova: Amery's Marmaladefushicho_eien on September 8th, 2010 08:50 pm (UTC)
Heehee, oh, you. Is that your way of sayign you know who did this?

(Also, imitation is a good way of learning)
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Miss Novafushicho_eien on September 26th, 2010 09:30 pm (UTC)
Happy to see that you were happy with this. :D
ManyFacesOfMe22manyfacesofme22 on September 4th, 2010 11:15 pm (UTC)
I love it.
I can think of little else to say.
Miss Novafushicho_eien on September 26th, 2010 09:32 pm (UTC)
And YOU!! You absolute genius! I loved your fic, too (if you couldn't tell..) I'm glad to see that yo uliked this, though.
ManyFacesOfMe22manyfacesofme22 on September 26th, 2010 10:23 pm (UTC)
Ah, thankyou so much. I'm curious though - you said you thought you recognised the style - whose did you thihnk it was? I'm assuming not mine, since I've never posted anything before.
Miss Novafushicho_eien on September 26th, 2010 10:31 pm (UTC)
haha, not technically, but honey, you and I do talk a lot and you rp Royston with the same style :D

..though..I was confused considering your style seems a mix of sj's and shawn-anne's..did you notice? My writing style fails hard, especially with other characters...I've never written these two. Niall wasn't cooperating
ManyFacesOfMe22manyfacesofme22 on September 28th, 2010 04:32 pm (UTC)
I suppose so! *fails hard at writing in different styles*
I hadn't noticed, actually, but I shall keep an eye out for it now - and thankyou again!
Your writing style most certainly does not fail hard. 'Tis blasphemy to say as such!
Cori: 500 copies please ! gintamaundetectedbeing on September 5th, 2010 01:50 pm (UTC)
lovely. and gah <3
Miss Novafushicho_eien on September 26th, 2010 09:33 pm (UTC)
Why thank you :D