Another Wednesday when I'm a word hog

[scribblinlenore]

Today's wednesday100 topic is the past, to put the characters into a historical situation.

That brought to mind for me this amazing drawing done by the wonderfully talented goss: Incarnate

And that, in turn, brought to mind far more than 100 words. *g*



In the Dark Hours
by Lenore

He is the elder son, and if not for the day the sky burned, would have been his father's heir, the ninth Earl of Shrewsbury. But the fiery rocks left their mark, and the villagers whispered darkly whenever they saw him. The Evil One always sets his chosen ones apart, they would say. So his father elevated Julian to take his place and sent him away, lest there be any truth in the peasants' wild speculations.

Alexander has long since accepted his lot. In fact, the quiet and order of a monastic life suits him well--days filled with prayer and study and solitude--and he might even be happy if it were not for the shadowy nights that seem to stretch on forever.

This is when it preys on him, the creature, monster in the guise of a man, angel without wings--he doesn't even know what to call it. Every evening, he kneels on the hard floor beside his bed, gripping his rosary in desperate supplication, begging God to watch over him, to keep the creature away, but God never listens, and the creature always comes, floating through his window at the darkest hour.

"Please, God!" Alexander implores aloud. "Protect me!"

The creature mocks him, voice like treacherous silk, a knowing smile twisting its lips. "You can't fool me, Alexander. I know it's not God you want."

Every night when he's down on his knees, he prays for strength, but his will invariably turns to dust at the creature's first touch. It throws off his garment and uses its hands and mouth and tongue indecently, until the noises streaming out of him are perfectly unholy.

"You belong to me, and you always will," the creatures says, its hot breath on his skin. "And protest though you may, I know you wouldn't have it otherwise."

Alexander feels a knife blade of terror when the creature pulls his legs over its shoulders and sinks into the depths of him. He tries to tell himself that this is not what he wants, that he is powerless, but the creature lights the fires of his body, burning him up from the inside out. He can't help moving in time with its lewd thrusts, touching himself with licentious abandon, even though he's been taught and truly does believe such an ungodly sin puts his immortal soul in peril.

"You think you want to be good, and you labor so hard after righteousness, but this is what you were truly made for," the creature says as it plunders him. "God is not your destiny. I am."

When it is over, Alexander lies spent on the damp sheets, the flagellation of shame more searing than any physical pain, and the creature rises from the bed smiling, as if it is well-satisfied with its night's work.

Before it goes, it strokes a hand over Alexander's bare head, not the way Father Jerome does in blessing, but as a form of possession. "I made you what you are, and I'll make you what you are yet to become, and men will tremble before us."

It is a promise that turns Alexander cold with fear.

"Soon," the creature whispers as it leaps onto the windowsill and flies away.

When it is gone, Alexander closes his eyes and beseeches the Almighty for forgiveness and begs to know: Dear, God! What will become of me?

Comments

[pun.livejournal.com]

Guh!! So yummy. It goes with the picture so well too!

Poor Alexander. He needs to stop fighting it.

[ladydey.livejournal.com]

Is it wrong for me to want to know what happens when they rule the known world together.

Not that I would think to poke you with the poke-y stick (poke!) for more of this, ruling the world/accepting his fate as Consort!Lex. Because that would be wrong. *G*

[svmadelyn.livejournal.com]

Oh, that story shouldn't make me smile this hard. That was just beautiful, and in tandem wtih that picture? *breathless*

Nungh-h-h-h-h-

[astrea9562.livejournal.com]

:picks jaw and tongue up off of floor:

Sign me up to the church they form, now!

Uh, inspired for more of this, perchance?

Perfectly, beautifully hit my kinks, why doncha ya?

guhhhhhh...

[fleegull.livejournal.com]

Damnation never felt so good!

Now if this was the dark side that Lex is leaning toward, I can see why he turns to it.

[stone-princess.livejournal.com]

Oh man, that hits me in all the right places!

I'll pretend you wrote it for me (http://stoneprincess.popullus.net/art/art_22.html). :D

* * * t w i r l ~ t w i r l ~ t w i r l * * *

[ilexa.livejournal.com]

*stares*

*thuds*

*twirls on floor*

"Soon," the creature whispers as it leaps onto the windowsill and flies away.

Oh, God, yes please!! Whoa, so Red!Clark or non-Kent-raised!Clark? Either way it totally workds for me.

*twirls you*

*perspires quietly*

[philexos.livejournal.com]

Okay. That was just. Hot. Okay? Very hot. I need an icepack for my face and maybe a cold shower. Jeezus! Seriously, just thinking about Lex in monastic robes is strangely hot what with the prickly fabric from head to toe and the potentially bare feet and god knows what they wear under that. *pants* And the dark angel.

Wow.

It's not just God who wants to know what's to become of him you know.

Wow.

Reads again.

[yavannauk.livejournal.com]

Guh! That is deliciously hot and the perfect complement to goss' picture.

[philexos.livejournal.com]

"You think you want to be good, and you labor so hard after righteousness, but this is what you were truly made for," the creature says as it plunders him. "God is not your destiny. I am."

So good. Captures Lex, here and in canon. *sigh*

Pope Alexander. Yeah. I see it.

[tehomet.livejournal.com]

Whoa. That was both hot and disturbing. Very suitable to the artwork, too. Clark in this story is far darker and more unsettling than Clark-on-red or Lex at his most misguided. Particularly liked the knife blade of terror/sinking into him congruence. And the comparatively gentle head stroke is scarier than the rampant sex. A very cool story. Thank you.

[shaggirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, yum!!

[smallcondo.livejournal.com]

*Sigh*

That's all I'm capable of doing after reading this; sigh. This is just so darkly beautiful.

Guh!

[kitkat3979.livejournal.com]

I've melted.
This was dark and beautiful and hot as hell.
You can hog all the words you want if this is the result

[garryowen.livejournal.com]

I love the way your mind works!

"I made you what you are, and I'll make you what you are yet to become, and men will tremble before us."

This is my favorite part. Because Kal is so controlling and godlike! I love it!

[permetaform]

whoahot.

thank you.

[phoiniks.livejournal.com]

Wow. Hot. Loves this line, "..."You think you want to be good, and you labor so hard after righteousness, but this is what you were truly made for," the creature says as it plunders him. "God is not your destiny. I am."

[seregilcat.livejournal.com]

Dooooooood! This is Just.So.Good!
Innocent/Priest!Lex, and AlienOverlord!Clark. **Nnngghhhh** Talk about GIGANTIC size kink button :P
Thanks for this tasty morsel. Yummm!

[lynn221.livejournal.com]

Absolutely wonderful!!! Just love how you write - thank you!!!! Loved how Lex was sent away and how Clark visits him every night even though Lex is terrified of what's happening!

[oehel.livejournal.com]

Whoa! My jetlag went the way of Lex's garments!
Oh, this is so wonderful. I'm still incoherent. :) Allow me to drool some more...

[giddyfangirl.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm. Perfect. Just the right blend of pervy goodness and... more pervy goodness. *melts into a puddle*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_sail_/]

Wow. This floored me. Dark and wonderful. Hot and chilling.

Before it goes, it strokes a hand over Alexander's bare head, not the way Father Jerome does in blessing, but as a form of possession. "I made you what you are, and I'll make you what you are yet to become, and men will tremble before us."

This is my favorite part, but somehow I want to punch Father Jerome for touching Lex. I must be channeling Clark. *g*

[anitac588.livejournal.com]

As fleegull put it: damnation never felt so good!

You, dearest Lenore, are absolute Goddess and I worship the ground you walk on!
Seriously. This story is so right, I love it, love it, more than words can say...

I was away at the conference when you posted it, so I woke up on Friday morning at 6am to read this story in private in secretariat!!! And it was well worth it!!! Because, if you check the comments (http://www.livejournal.com/users/goss/96248.html) to goss's picture you'll see I wanted to have a fic written for it already then!!!

You really know how to hit the right spot *G*, dear Lenore, thank you!