any sdb + mutation

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

Boys and bats : I'm craving wing ficsmut, I think, or possibly 'other non-human mutation' - horns, tails, being a centaur, that manner of thing. AU or magic realism, so that they're *actual* wings, not just a costume, please. But any Sparkly boy or girl, seeing as I'm being so bossy about the other ;) please and thank you.

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'm eeping because it's you and I've never tried this kind of story before, but here goes.

~*~*~*~

Lance is part shadow as he hurries through the darkened streets, his face hidden by the black hood and cloak that swishes against the floor. His boots, dark and heavy soled, pound against the sidewalk, footsteps echoing against high walls as he moves. He can feel the others now, their presence surrounding him, twisting and swirling around his body, urging him on until he stands outside the door.

Most don’t see it, gaze skirting past the peeling paint and handle dull with age. But to Lance it shines, beckoning him closer until he presses a black gloved hand against aged wood and connects to those inside. An immediate rush of intense emotion, power, desire, need, lust; curling through his body like an electrical charge.

He licks dry lips as the door opens, slipping inside where he lets the cloak slip from his shoulders, handing it to the attendant who waits with a welcoming smile. Lance smiles back, admiring the play of muscle and skin as she walks away, then straightens his shirt before entering the main room, unable to wait any more.

Inside music surrounds him, touching with greedy hands, sliding across his skin while dancing in time with the bone deep beat. He revels in the feeling, tipping back his head and opening his wings wide, shivering with pleasure as he drinks in the emotion of the room.

“Lookin good, Bass.”

Lance smiles at the appreciative words, unable to resist plumping up his feathers until they shimmer like ice, sharp but beautiful. Joey whistles at the display, grin wide as he leans against the railings, his red hair flaming like fire.

“We’ve been waiting for you,” Joey says, and his tail suddenly wraps itself around Lance’s wrist, pulling him close. “Come on.”

Lance tucks in his wings and allows himself to be lead across the room, weaving through dancers who alternate between ground and air. He ripples with want, the desire to soar up high and dance between beams of light, but Lance needs something more, and he strokes his thumb across the red furred tail that twitches against his arm.

“Keep doing that and I won’t last.” Joey looks over his shoulder, eyes half closed as he shivers with each touch.

Lance crowds close, whispers against Joey’s ear. “Would that be so bad?”

“Unless you’re asking for your ass kicked, yes it would.”

The words slide across Lance’s skin and he smiles against Joey’s neck, the feel of the tone at odds to the meaning of the words themselves. Something proven yet again when he looks up and sees Chris standing cross-armed and gilded with light, his skin pale against the black of his shirt and pants as he approaches with an unconvincing scowl.

“Oh shush, you know we’d wait for you.” Lance shakes his head and reaches for Chris’ hand, pulling him close. “You know I need to do this.” Wings flaring, Lance licks down a gleaming horn, making Chris groan and press against his body as Joey wraps around them all.

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

this is lovely.

now, where is the rest of it?

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you :)

*mwah*

now, where is the rest of it?

Way down the list behind trickc day stuff and the sdb challenge. So much I'd love to write and so little time!

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

what she said!!!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'm having faint continuing thoughts, but only after other stuff ;)

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

:oP

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

Ohh. My. Lord. I love you! A lot. Thank you! “We’ve been waiting for you,” Joey says, and his tail suddenly wraps itself around Lance’s wrist, pulling him close. “Come on.” *shivers*. Lance licking Chris' horn! Lance's crystal wings [I'm flashing on that photo shoot of him lying on broken glass...] fire and ice and *bibble*

I am being *so* good and not begging for more *now*, but if you ever wanted to write more of them ....

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked this. I was a little worried as I know you love this type of story so much.

I won't forget about them so don't worry about that ;)

[turlough]

Meep! It stopped! More please!? It was so lovely, all sparkly imagery and sensualism.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

I may add more, I've been imagining the club myself lately.

I think I want to go there myself.

[lincolnkw.livejournal.com]

ohhhh, holy bejeebus. The images are now playing in my mind.

Nice.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

And very pretty images they are too I bet.

Thank you!

[stellamira]

Wow, that was... I'm at a loss of words, really. I think what I like best about it is that I can picture it so well, especially Lance and his wings and this He revels in the feeling, tipping back his head and opening his wings wide, shivering with pleasure as he drinks in the emotion of the room. Mmm, just yes.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I was looking for the ficlet that started the whole halloween story and just found this comment.

Thank you so much! I'm very proud of this part, and the story it evolved into.

[stellamira]

Hehe, thanks for answering after all. It was great to see what has become of this ficlet. Winged!Lance in this story still gives me shivers (the good ones).

[pensnest]

That's... delicious. Just - yum!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

I'm so glad you enjoyed it :)