*sigh* I've got too many things floating around in my head... too much to do and never enough time...hopefully this will help clear the cobwebs... welcome to a tiny glimpse into the life of SteelSong... make of it what you will...

WARNINGS: lemon, BDSM.. you should know the drill by now Safe Sane and Consensual... always and in all ways... even if it doesn't appear so to an outsider

DISCLAIMER: standard disclaimers apply, I own no one reconizable

*blah* thoughts

Precipice

"Fuck you."

Soft husky laughter.

"Ah now you bad boy. Just who do you think is going to get fucked here today? I'll give you a hint. It isn't me."

Another growled response. An automatic reaction to disguise the whirling thoughts of a pondering mind.

*Why is it? How is it? How did we come to need this?*

Metallic flurry of chains accompanying another growling grunt.

"That's it. Fight. I like it when you fight."

"Bastard."

More laughter.

"Oh so angry. Such a pitiful struggle. You know you can't win."

Stressed metal whining as it is pulled every which way but never gives.

*Why is it?*

"Are you ready? Hmmm?"

A whisper of fingertips on muscle-taut skin.

"God damn it. Stop teasing."

More soft laughter and words spoken in smiling voice.

"You know what you have to do. You already know. I don't have to tell you. You know what will make me start. What will make me stop. You already know."

Links shriek as they rub together with considerable force. Air released in panted breath.

"Shall I leave you here like this? Hmmm? Shall I leave you to think about what you want? Shall I?"

Receding footsteps, latch click, silence.

Ears strain in the silence, searching for the slightest hint of movement. Silence. Screams of howling abandonment. Curses strung together, angry, horrified.

"You fucking bastard! You bastard! God damn it!"

Shuffling feet struggle for purchase, knuckles popping as chains are pulled and fought against repeatedly.

*How is it?*

Anger. Fear. Rolling in waves to taint the atmosphere. Blinding rage and choking fear. Exhausted struggling, plaintive whimpering.

"No... no no no... please... don't leave me... don't leave me alone..."

*How have we come here? What is this need of ours?*

Instant caress. Reassurance. Connection.

"Shhh... not alone... never alone... not while I live..."

Pressing. Leaning into caressing hands, soft moaning.

"Are you ready? Tell me. Show me."

*How does he know? How does he always know?*

Defeated sigh. Delicate ring of links, head hanging low.

"Please... I need... you know... you know... I need... please..."

"What do you need? Tell me. Tell me."

Whimpered sob. Vain struggle against word and chain. Whispered voice.

"Hurt me."

Leather snap. Connection of another sort. Startled gasp. Red lines of sizzling skin. Heaving chests in concentrated effort. Focus defined. World receding, disappearing. Every day concerns pushed away in a haze of exquisite pain. Burning. Burning.

*How is it?*

"More... more... harder... please... please... not enough... more... make me feel it..."

Bunching bicep. Renewed effort. Inspired strength. Whistling leather and heavy stinging hits. Welts rising in intricate patterns of agony. Cries rising to tortured screams, wordless and wanting. Building passion, need expressed.

"Ahhhhhhhh... god... yesss... god... christ... fuck me... now... now... I can't hold it... now... "

Whip handle clatter. Chattering zipper teeth. Positioned push. Harsh stretch. Burning penetration. Infinite pain. Infinite pleasure. Joining in hip slapping movements and endless screaming.

*Why is it? Who are we? Who are we together?*

Rough strokes on sensitive skin. Thrusting muscles, hard, fast. Building. Climbing. Need. Driving need beyond. Nothing. Nothing more. No need beyond this. No thought beyond this. No desire beyond this. Partners heaven-sent. Two halves of a single entity no longer lost or alone. Matched in need and desire.

"I'm... I'm... now now now NOW.."

*Why is it? Who are we? It doesn't matter. We are.*

Lovers find their own way. Find their own need. Together they reach and stretch and complete. The precipice is reached. Faith confirmed and trust strengthened. They leap. Together.

*We are*

_owari_

SteelSong
06/2001

Notes: I need to clarify something here, you never ever leave a bound person alone... there may be the illusion of it but never the reality...

gah... my weird-o-meter has just gone off the scale...