black-nata

nathan / peter

2009-10-12T17:24:43Z

Title: Morning
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nathan/Peter Petrelli
Warnings: Slash, incest.
Summary: He gave him no explanation, no words of logic as he turned the keys in the ignition and drove them away, and Nathan would have been stricken with panic if this wasn't his baby brother.

   The sun had barely risen when Peter dragged him out of bed and pushed him in the car, still clothed in pale blue striped pajamas. He gave him no explanation, no words of logic as he turned the keys in the ignition and drove them away, and Nathan would have been stricken with panic if this wasn’t his baby brother. He took them out of the city, far away from the suffocating fumes and towering monstrosities, somewhere where endless fields of fresh corn and clear skies made the place seem like a damned wonder.

   He should never have doubted Peter.

   They left the car a mile away from the highway and hiked through the fields, wet with last day’s rain, until they reached a hilltop. There wasn’t any corn there; just green patches of moist grass and moss, daisies spread randomly around. Peter lay down on the grass, not caring about the wetness slowly soaking through his clothes, and pulled Nathan down with him. Nathan, slightly shivering due to the thin fabric of his pajamas, was more reluctant to sit down, but Peter was known for his persistence. He finally laid down, looking at the gentle expression on Peter’s face as he stared at the puffy clouds.

   “What’s all this, Peter?” he said, turning to his side and brushing a hand across Peter’s cheeks.

   “I...” he trailed away, biting his lips. He no longer paid attention to the clouds; instead, he lifted an arm and placed it on his forehead, turning to meet Nathan’s eyes. They were glimmering in the light, sparkling with emotion kept inside for too long, and Nathan felt something strange he just couldn’t put his finger on.

   “Pete?”

   “I love you, Nathan.” he said.

   “I know, Peter.”

   “Not in that way. I mean--” he sighed, huffing out a breath of frustration. “Not that way.”

   He had always hated uncomfortable silences, and even through tremendous amounts of awkwardness and displeasure, he always found a way to say something to stop the uneasy moment. He was a politician, after all; it was his job to make sure everyone believed that everything was fine. But at that moment, lying on a pretty hilltop next to Peter as he confessed his darkest secret to him, Nathan Petrelli, for the first time in all his years, was at loss for words.

   It made Peter upset. It made him feel sick.

   So he did the first thing that came to his mind at that moment; he kissed Nathan.

   It was strangely perfect, as if they’d been lovers for years, and what was even stranger was that Nathan kissed back, pushing his tongue deep into Peter’s mouth and tugging at his red lips as if he wanted to suck the juice out of them. Like a man stranded alone in the desert for centuries, Peter pulled him on top of him, wrapping his legs firmly around Nathan’s waist, bringing their bodies flush against each other and aching to touch more, breathing in his scent as if it were a narcotic, and Peter realized he didn’t need anything else in the world right then other than to be held in his brother’s strong arms.

   They broke the kiss with a moan, eyes still closed in rapture. Peter slowly opened his eyes to find Nathan staring down into them, pupils dilated with lust and newfound need, and that’s when Peter knew.

   This was going to last forever.

End.

it was about time...

2009-08-31T19:52:29Z

..I posted a new picspam, don't you think?

Including:
x Cradle of Filth (39 images)
x Behemoth (15 images)

CONTAINS RIDICULOUSLY LARGE IMAGES UNDER THE CUT.

Let's start with the Cradle.

While everyone else was too busy trying to look scared, Adrian thought it'd be a good time to impersonate a cow.

Now that's a spider I'd love to get eaten by.

I guess that's Dani's beauty mask.

Charles and petite Luna practising martial arts, as instructed by Paul.

WHY DOES HE HAVE TO LOOK SO FUCKING SEXY?! *sigh*

One of those 'happy' moments.

"Mum?! That's not the cleaning lady!"

Guh.

Cradle of Filth...solving a puzzle... That particular puzzle...

Aww, Paul looks so pouty and innocent and cute! Dani, on the other hand, is pure EVIL.

I shall kiss whoever took this picture. :O

Behemoth, anyone?

Yes, Inferno. We all know what you're trying to do by putting those drumsticks there.

Nergal: one horny motherfucker.

"Oh, spike, how I love thee.."

Nergal had yet to realize that Orion was trying to pinch his butt.

I'd love to be his bitch. xP

..And that is all.
STAY METAL.

cradle of filth slash, anyone?

2009-08-26T20:47:58Z

Title: Pineapples.
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Dani Filth/Paul Allender
Warnings: Slash, Drama
Summary: Pineapples. That’s what Paul’s lips taste like when he kisses him.

The first time Paul kisses him, everyone is watching.

Dave spits his drink in Charles’ face and doubles over in a fit of harsh coughs while Marthus chokes on a piece of roasted pig. Plates come clattering down on the floor, and Dani’s expensive Japanese vase shatters in tiny little pieces when Dave’s flailing arms send it crashing against the wall. Another arm swings around and hits Charles’ beer covered face, making his head spin around like a weathervane before his forehead collides with Marthus’s.

Absolute silence follows as the three men try to recover from the unexpected shock, jaws dropped in awe at the scene before them. Marthus turns his head away, settling his plate on the table. Charles’ stare is fixed on the floor as he plays with the hem of his shirt, secretly looking with the corner of his eye. Dave just can’t keep his eyes off them.

“Go on, Paul! Kiss Dan for a fiver!”

Pineapples. That’s what Paul’s lips taste like when he kisses him. A hot tongue shyly slides against his own, lips quivering gently, and Paul doesn’t know where to put his hands. The air is filled with tension, a certain unease that comes with passionately kissing your equally male bandmate and old friend while the rest of the band, also male, watch silently from a distance.

It was meant to be a game. A game they always played when wasted beyond belief. They’ve all had their shares of kissing men before, and none of them had ever mentioned it after. It always was part of the game. But, from the way Paul clings to Dani’s t-shirt as a rough moan escapes his lips, Dave realizes that this is far from being a game. And they aren’t even drunk.

Paul parts their lips with a soft pop and stays unmoving, eyes closed and lips still formed in a pout, and Charles flinches at the sound. Dani bites his lip, savoring the sweet and unique flavor that is Paul.

They never mention the kiss again.

.....

The second time Paul kisses him, an eerie desire rushes through his veins and he has no option but to push him up against the kitchen counter and growl like a beast hungering for flesh.

Paul sits on the countertop and Dani settles in between the warmth of his legs, rubbing his crotch against him. A moan escapes his mouth and he runs his tongue over Paul’s parted lips. Paul still tastes like pineapples, and he smiles at the unnaturally sweet taste. A strong hand settles against the front of his pants and gropes hard, making his hips thrust in Paul’s direction. The heavy scent of musk fills his nostrils and his head rolls back in pleasure, but Paul’s hand firmly grasps him by the hair and pulls him against his mouth, dipping his tongue deep into the warm crevice.

Their teeth clash in a battle for pleasure, lips parting for air and eyes closing to hide the desire burning deep in them. Dani cups Paul’s strong jaw and tilts his head back to plant a firm kiss on his jugular, feeling the pulse vibrate against his wet lips. He rips Paul’s shirt off and starts a path from his jaw to his collarbone, resting a hand on Paul’s chest and feeling his heart thump against the palm of his hand like a war drum. A set of teeth close around Paul’s nipple, sucking and nipping gently, and Paul throws his head back, moaning obscenities under his breath. His head slams against a cupboard behind him, and Dani stops his administrations and gestures to the bedroom.

.....

The third time Paul kisses him, Dani tells him he tastes like pineapples.

“Pineapples? Are you fucking serious?” He laughs, wrapping his arms around Dani’s waist. The wet bedsheets are draped tight around their naked forms, and Dani kicks them away, sighing as the gentle breeze hits his skin.

“Mmm...” Dani nods, climbing over Paul’s figure and rubbing his hands over his chest. Paul’s hands settle on his hips and Dani groans as Paul thrusts up against him, rubbing their cocks together. Dani traps Paul’s arms against the bed and roughly pushes his legs apart, and Paul’s mouth hangs open as he watches him reach out and take small bottle of lube from the drawer.

Paul barely has time to prepare himself as Dani thrusts deep into him, and he arches his body, eyes rolling in the back of his head as Dani nails his prostate. The sounds he makes are loud enough to inform anyone in a radius of ten miles of what is happening, and Dani silences him with a firm kiss. Paul moans like an injured animal, but Dani knows better than to stop. Instead, he thrusts deeper, harder, keeping a steady pace and watching Paul’s face twist in pleasure, grey eyes darker than the blackest of shadows.

He sinks his teeth into the flesh of Paul’s neck and slows his thrusts down until Paul can’t take it any more and thrusts hips up, moaning in protest. Dani doesn’t succumb to his whimpers, so Paul spins them around and finds himself sitting in Dani’s lap. He slams himself down on Dani’s cock and rides him like a demon, digging his nails in Dani’s shoulder. Dani takes a hold of his thighs and lifts his hips to meet his thrusts, and when Paul rotates his hips and clenches around him as he spirals into release, Dani delivers one final hit to his prostate before arching his back and filling Paul with his essence.

.....

The last time Paul kisses him, as they both lay bleeding on the hot pavement somewhere in the middle of a deserted highway, Dani wishes he had more time to thank Dave.

“Go on, Paul! Kiss Dan for a fiver!”

He hears the tires of a pickup truck screech as the driver races away, the bastard that took his and his lover’s life, and then there’s nothing. Only silence. There’s a loud buzzing in his ears and a bitter stinging in his mouth, and he just wants to have one last taste of those pineapple-flavored lips. He looks at the still form lying next to him, drowned in a pool of their own blood, and crawls towards him.

There’s a sharp metal piece of the car’s engine stuck in Paul’s stomach, and Dani can practically hear the blood gurgling in his throat. A lone tear slides down the side of Paul’s blood-smeared face and Dani shudders at the sight. He pushes his broken body against Paul’s and cups his cheek, bringing their lips together one last time. Dani expects Paul to taste of blood, but he’s more that surprised to find out that the taste of pineapples is stronger than ever. He laughs, a sound that seems like weak coughs, and Paul raises an eyebrow.

“You still taste like pineapples.” He says, and Paul smiles weakly. He puts a hand at the back of his neck and kisses him one more time, eyes slipping shut, letting their tongues slide in unison, lips locked together.

There’s a time when lack of air becomes a problem, but not this time, as they slowly pass into unconsciousness, still locked together in this life and the other, the taste of pineapples never fading from their lips.

End.

...whatever.

2009-08-16T12:42:50Z

Take a look at my sexy icon! :D

I'll be gone for a week or so on vacation and I probably won't have any internet access on an ocean liner, so I wanted you guys to know that if I'm not answering any emails or comments, it's because of that. If any of you are wondering, I'm going to the greek islands to meet some distant family members.
....oh, who am I kidding, I just want to get out of this country. I don't give an eff about family members. I need to get my thoughts cleared and get some inspiration flowing, because I sure as hell can't keep writing the same crap forever. And my wardrobe needs a little refreshing, too.

So. I better go eat something before I starve to death. A drink would be nice, too.

Oh, and for all you Ville Valo and HIM lovers, this is my departure gift. Click for full size:

He was supposed to look like a scary nosferatu, but he ended up looking like a sexy ass vampiric motherfucker. No change there. xP

Well, dear friends, I bid you farewell. And if I'm not back here in 10 days, that means the ship sank.

Cradle of Filth slash

2009-08-13T22:09:07Z

Title: Paul
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dani Filth/Paul Allender
Warnings: Slash, AU (takes place sometime in the future).
Summary: “It’s me; Paul. Don’t you remember me?” He said, voice trembling with raw emotion and eyes filling with tears, pleading him to do something, anything.

Every day was the same.

In spite of weather or season, all days were the same to him. He couldn’t recall the days when things were different. He knew that a long time ago, when the world had yet to abandon him for prettier things, he had a life worth living for. A wife, a daughter, friends, family... But they all somehow faded away, leaving him alone, blind in a cold world.

He had never thought of the past up to that moment, when the coldness pushed in through the strong barriers built around the shattered pieces of his broken heart and reality hit him like a dash of frozen water.

He was all alone. Why did they leave him? Did he leave them? Why couldn’t he remember?

He pushed a hand through his raven black hair, sighing in discomfort. A light knock on the door swiped his gloomy thoughts away, and he rose to his feet, wondering who that could be. He twisted the doorknob in his hand and hesitated, as if afraid, and finally swung the door open, startling the man outside.

“Jesus, Dan. Be gentle next time, for fuck’s sake.”

Dani stared at him intensely, eyes wide and questioning, as if that was the first time he’d ever seen him. It was cloudy outside, the sky a dark curtain draped over the world like it wanted to hide it away from everything else, and mist hang thick in the air. The man looked at Dani’s still form, face twisted in utter confusion.

“It’s me; Paul. Don’t you remember me?” He said, voice trembling with raw emotion and eyes filling with tears, pleading him to do something, anything.

Paul.

The name was strangely familiar. Who was Paul? Was he a friend? He couldn’t remember.

“You don’t, do you?” Paul breathed, chest heaving up and down. A gasp escaped his lips, a choked sob that was too hard to swallow, and he brought a hand to Dani’s face.

Dani would have flinched away if he had been given more time, he really would. But Paul’s grip on his neck was firm, and the lips on his own ever firmer. He screwed his eyes shut and groaned in protest, bringing his fists down on Paul’s chest to make him break the kiss, but to no avail.

Paul.

There were angry whispers in his head, jumbled words of frustration that made no sense together and even less apart. They were trying to tell him something, so he tried his best to listen.

Paul. Don’t you remember?

He couldn’t. He simply couldn’t. The whispers seemed like they were in a language he couldn’t recognize, voices of different people telling him the same thing. But he couldn’t make out what they were saying.

You fool, let him in.

Whispers slowly escalated to screams, sharp, high pitched shrieks that felt like shards of broken glass against melting butter, and he parted his lips to groan in pain, shocked to find a hot tongue pushing in against his own.

Paul.

The name echoed in the very corners of his mind, amplified by some hidden power, making his knees buckle under him and sending him falling on the ground. He felt warm arms wrap around his body, a strong form pressed against his own and rough hands holding his head firmly in place as lips clashed with his own.

Paul.

Paul Allender.

He remembered.

“Paul?” he moaned in the kiss, “Is that really you?”

A wide grin spread across Paul’s flushed face, and he leaned his forehead against Dani’s, sighing in relief.

“It’s me, Dani.” He laughed, planting a kiss on his cheek, watching a small smile play on Dani’s lips.

A gentle ray of sunlight crept in through the clouds and landed at their feet.

“It’s me.”

-End-

meme.

2009-08-12T20:56:14Z

Stolen from das_porno_uke .
Memes are never boring ^^

Info
[ ] I am a boy.
[x] I am a girl.
[ ] I am shorter than 5’4.
[ ] I think I’m ugly sometimes.
[x] I have many scars.
[ ] I tan easily.
[ ] I wish my hair was a different color.
[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
[ ] I have a tattoo. >> (I want to. Badly.)
[ ] I am self-conscious about my appearance.
[x] I’ve had braces.
[x] I wear glasses.
[ ] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free
[x] I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.
[ ] I have more than 2 piercings.
[ ] I have piercing in places besides my ears.
[ ] I have freckles.

Family/Home Life
[x] I’ve sworn at my parents.
[x] I’ve run away from home.
[ ] I’ve been kicked out of the house.
[x] My biological parents are together. (UNFORTUNATELY T_T)
[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.
[ ] I want to have kids someday.
[ ] I’ve lost a child.

School/Work
[x] I’m in school
[ ] I have a job
[x] I’ve fallen asleep at work/school.
[x] I almost always do/did my homework.
[x] I’ve missed a week or more of school.
[x] I’ve been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years.
[ ] I failed more than 1 class last year.
[ ] I’ve stolen something from my job.

Embarrassment
[x] I’ve slipped out an “lol” in a spoken conversation.
[ ] Disney movies still make me cry.
[ ] I’ve peed from laughing.
[x] I’ve snorted while laughing.
[x] I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
[x] I’ve glued my hand to something.
[ ] I’ve had my pants rip in public

Health
[ ] I was born with a disease/impairment
[x] I’ve gotten stitches/staples.
[ ] I’ve broken a bone.
[ ] I’ve had my tonsils removed.
[x] I’ve sat in a doctor’s office/emergency room with a friend.
[ ] I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
[ ] I had a serious surgery.
[ ] I’ve had chicken pox.
[ ] I’ve had measles

Traveling
[x] I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day
[ ] I’ve been on a plane.
[ ] I’ve been to Canada.
[ ] I’ve been to Mexico
[ ] I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
[ ] I’ve been to Japan.
[ ] I’ve celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
[x] I’ve been to Europe.
[ ] I’ve been to Africa.

Experiences
[ ] I’ve gotten lost in my city.
[x] I’ve seen a shooting star.
[x] I’ve wished on a shooting star
[x] I’ve seen a meteor shower.
[x] I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.
[x] I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
[x] I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts.
[x] I’ve been to a casino.
[ ] I’ve been skydiving.
[ ] I’ve gone skinny dipping.
[x] I’ve played spin the bottle.
[ ] I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.
[ ] I’ve crashed a car.
[ ] I’ve been skiing.
[x] I’ve been in a play.
[x] I’ve met someone in person from myspace.
[ ] I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
[ ] I’ve seen the Northern lights.
[x] I’ve sat on a roof top at night.
[x] I’ve played chicken.
[x] I’ve played a prank on someone. (All the time!)
[x] I’ve ridden in a taxi.
[x] I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
[x] I’ve eaten sushi.
[ ] I’ve been snowboarding.

Relationships
[x] I’m single
[ ] I’m in a relationship
[ ] I’m engaged.
[ ] I’m married.
[ ] I’ve gone on a blind date.
[ ] I’ve been the dumped more than the dumper.
[x] I miss someone right now.
[ ] I have a fear of abandonment.
[ ] I’ve gotten divorced.
[x] I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.
[x] I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
[ ] I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
[ ] I’ve kept something from a past relationship.
[ ] I’ve had a crush on someone of the same sex.
[ ] I’ve had a crush on a teacher.
[x] I am a cuddler.
[ ] I’ve been kissed in the rain.
[x] I’ve hugged a stranger.
[x] I have kissed a stranger.

Honesty/Crime
[x] I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.
[x] I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
[x] I’ve snuck out of my house.
[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am
[x] I am keeping a secret from the world.
[x] I’ve cheated while playing a game.
[x] I’ve cheated on a test.
[ ] I’ve run a red light.
[x] I’ve been suspended from school.
[x] I’ve witnessed a crime.
[x] I’ve been in a fist fight.
[ ] I’ve been arrested.

Drugs/Alcohol
[x] I’ve consumed alcohol.
[ ] I regularly drink.
[ ] I’ve passed out from drinking.
[ ] I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.
[ ] I’ve smoked weed
[ ] I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them.
[ ] I’ve eaten shrooms.
[ ] I’ve popped E.
[ ] I’ve inhaled Nitrous.
[ ] I’ve done hard drugs.
[ ] I have cough drops when I’m not sick.
[ ] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.
[ ] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.
[x] I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorder.
[ ] I shut others out when I’m depressed.
[ ] I take anti-depressants.
[ ] I’m anorexic or bulimic. (Used to be anorexic.)
[x] I’ve slept an entire day when I didn’t need it.
[x] I’ve hurt myself on purpose.
[ ] I’ve woken up crying.

Death and Suicide
[ ] I’m afraid of dying.
[ ] I hate funerals.
[x] I’ve seen someone dying.
[x] Someone close to me has attempted suicide.
[ ] Someone close to me has committed suicide.
[ ] I’ve planned my own suicide
[ ] I’ve attempted suicide.
[ ] I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

Materialism
[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.
[x] I own an iPod or MP3 player.
[ ] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.
[ ] I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.
[ ] I own something from Hot Topic.
[ ] I own something from Pac Sun.
[ ] I collect comic books.
[ ] I own something from The Gap.
[ ] I own something I got on e-bay.
[ ] I own something from Abercrombie.

Random
[x] I can sing well.
[ ] I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
[x] I open up to others easily.
[ ] I watch the news.
[ ] I don’t kill bugs.
[x] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.
[x] I curse regularly.
[x] I sing in the shower.
[ ] I am a morning person.
[ ] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.
[x] I’m a snob about grammar.
[ ] I am a sports fanatic.
[x] I twirl my hair
[ ] I have “x”s in my screen name.
[x] I love being neat.
[ ] I love Spam.
[x] I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day
[x] I bake well.
[ ] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue
[ ] I’ve worn pajamas to school.
[ ] I like Martha Stewart.
[x] I know how to shoot a gun
[ ] I am in love with love.
[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.
[x] I laugh at my own jokes.
[ ] I eat fast food weekly.
[x] I believe in ghosts.
[x] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.
[x] I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.
[ ] I can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room.
[x] I am really ticklish.
[x] I love white chocolate
[ ] I bite my nails.
[ ] I play video games.
[ ] I’m good at remembering names.
[ ] I’m good at remembering dates.
[x] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

Well, go on, pass it around!

Metal picspam.

2009-07-31T13:50:52Z

Bands included:

Apocalyptica
Behemoth
Cradle of Filth
HIM

Okay, let's start with some Cradle.

Whoever took this picture intentionally snapped the photo above Dani's waist because, obviously, Dani had shat himself. xP

Awww..

Paul!

And now..Behemoth.

Belt buckle = love.

Some HIM

This strangely reminds me of Harry Potter...Signing up for Hogwarts, maybe?

And finally, Apocalyptica!

That's it! ^^

Nergal / Orion

2009-07-23T23:08:34Z

Title: Downpour
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nergal/Orion
Warnings: Slash, Violence, Disturbing content.
Summary: Darkness. He was swallowed by darkness.

Darkness.

He was swallowed by darkness. Deep, frightening, an abyss of nothingness built to torment his very soul. The air was moist and suffocating, the foul stench of putrid earth hanging to it. He felt a cold pain, as if someone was prickling him with needles made of ice, and fell to the ground.

He couldn’t see. Blind in the dark, he crawled on his hands and knees like a slave to some higher power, feeling the path in front of him with his hands. The earth was covered in rocks, so sharp they split his skin open as he dragged his body against them. He had never felt this weak before.

“Nergal...”

A whisper, as cold as the pain in his body, echoed gently in the void. He whipped his head around in every direction, eyes wild and filled with fear and terror of the unknown. There was a sudden change in the air, and he found himself dripping with sweat. Panicking, he stood to his feet and ran, when a strange feeling that someone was running after him crept under his skin. He increased his pace, not knowing where he was or where to go, hoping he’d find the way out.

“Nergal!”

His eyes filled with tears as iron claws raked across his back, a loud scream escaping his wet lips as his knees gave in and he fell to the ground in defeat. He could feel the life slowly pouring out of him, and he waved his arms as if trying to push it back in. An otherworldly screech reached his ears, more painful than the feeling of someone ripping the flesh of his face off. He thrashed around, unable to tell the difference between sweat and blood, feeling another set of claws scrape across his chest, when suddenly—

“Nergal!”

He woke up with a startle, screaming and cursing, tearing bedsheets and pillows along with everything else his hands got a hold of. He tasted blood in his mouth, salty and bitter, and soon realized he’d bitten his own tongue.

“Don’t—no! It was a dream! Nergal, it was all a dream. Calm down. You’re okay, you’re fine. Shh... You’re fine, see?”

Tears flowed freely down his hot cheeks, cascading like endless waterfalls, and strong arms wrapped around him and squeezed gently as Orion rocked him back and forth. He lied him back down on the bed and laid behind him, caressing his blonde hair and pushing it away from his wet face.

There was a light dribble outside, grey clouds filled with fresh, cold rain forming in the sky. It sprayed against the windows in a petting manner, tapping soothingly against the glass surface.

A sob wracked his body as the dream came to his mind, and Orion turned him over to look at his face.

“Hey, no need to cry over silly dreams.” He smiled. It was a loving smile, meant to calm him down and not to mock him, and Nergal found himself staring at his lips. He bit his own softly as Orion caught him staring.

He didn’t have enough time to turn away as Orion crashed their lips together, creating an intoxicating kiss with the ingredients of sweat, blood, and tears. His body burned with desire and lust, and he pressed himself harder against the man above him, dragging his tongue slowly across Orion’s bottom lip. He sucked it in his mouth, tasting pure want, and moaned as Orion ground their hips together.

Outside, the dribble turned into a downpour.

Inside, friendship turned into something far more complex.

With the rain tapping against the windows and the two men entwined in a hot embrace, all bad dreams faded away.

::The End::

black_nata @ 2009-09-06T18:42:00

2009-07-18T18:06:01Z

I'll be editing this post every time I post new art, so keep a lookout. Lots of preview images under the cut.
For example, Paul Allender of Cradle of Filth.

UPDATED 6/8/09
UPDATED 28/8/09
UPDATED 6/9/09

Apocalyptica

(NEW!)

Children of Bodom

Behemoth

System of a Down

Pirates of the Caribbean

Keanu Reeves

Cradle of Filth

(NEW)(NEW)

Nightwish

Metalocalypse

HIM (NEW!)

Metal is funnier than you think...

2009-06-30T23:15:49Z

Picspam of metal dudes in funny or unusual situations. Unusual because these guys usually walk around in corpsepaint, carrying swords and armors and having blood drip from their mouths. xD

BEHEMOTH:

Nergal and Orion basking under the Australian sun :D

CRADLE OF FILTH:

They seem fairly excited :P

APOCALYPTICA:

Check out Paavo's half naked ass at the back :D Those are some tight shorts you have there, Paavo!

Paavo again. The man really likes stripping O_o Not that I have any complains..

AGH! What happened to Mikko?? xD

CHILDREN OF BODOM:

Manslut xD

With Marco from Nightwish

NIGHTWISH:

Tuomas, you shouldn't drink that much..

..because if someone sees this picture they will want to take advantage of you xD

Lol at both of them.

And that's about it :D

Metal picspam!

2009-06-30T13:55:34Z

Major picspam under the cut.

Get your mops! Maybe some buckets, too! :D

Nergal of Behemoth:

With Seth..

..and Dani from Cradle of Filth. + Dimmu Borgir

Kicking the shit out of Santa with Dani Filth :D

Now let's do some COF:

Dani

With Paul Allender...

Some Paul cos he's too cute :P

And Apocalypticaaa! Mainly Paavo.
...ok, it's ALL Paavo :P

With Perttu..

With Eicca..

Mikko! No boob-touching!

Dinner with Apocalyptica xD

Finito :D

sex meme.

2009-06-30T12:50:29Z

Stolen from rdallyn , who in turn stole it from slicensmile , who in turn stole it from...I dunno. It's not like it matters, anyway.

1. In the last three days, have you met with anyone who you would have sex with?

Yes, actually..

2. When’s the best time to have sex?

Anytime is the best time. (cliché, lol.)

3. When’s the worst time to have sex?

When I'm pissed off. Unlike some people, I don't get off on anger and frustration. I chop dicks off. :P
Or maybe in the middle of a war...There's bombs flying around and you're trying to make something spark.

4. Think of someone who you went to school/college/uni with, would you fuck them?

Probably, but I don't fuck anyone, and I quote Tuomas Holopainen: "It's a cliché but you always need at least something a bit deeper."

5. What weird place would you most love to have sex?

Somewhere haunted..like an abandoned hospital (hence a Batman/Joker fic I wrote sometime ago), or a mansion. And the ocean!

6. What place do you definitely NOT want to have sex?

Quote from rdallyn: ANYWHERE MY PARENTS LIVE/HAVE LIVED.

7. Do you have any sex toys?

No..I've never needed any O_O

8. If you are straight, would you sleep with a member of the same sex for a four-digit sum?

More like a six digit sum...And I'd need to be drunk. Very, very drunk.

9. If you are gay, do you ever watch heterosexual porn?

I'm straight but I enjoy all types of pornography. Except things like..eating shit or drinking piss. Ew. *runs to bathroom*

10. What’s your favourite sex position?

Hmm...face to face. But that depends on how dirty I'm feeling at the moment :D

11. What’s your favorite sexual activity, besides intercourse?

Biting. And kissing :P

12. Do you ever combine sex and food?

Maybe some fruit, like strawberries. Or ice cream, I like the cold feeling.

13. Would you ever make a replica of your own genitalia? (clone-a-willy/pussy type thing)

LOLWHUT?! No! xD

14. Would you like a replica of someone else’s genitalia?

I'd prefer the real thing :D

15. Have you ever bought or eaten chocolate genitalia?

No, unfortunately.

16. Has anyone ever suggested a sexual activity to you that has made you feel slightly sick?

Not from what I remember. It's not the activity that sickens me, it's the way people ask. For example, someone who'd say "Hey bitch, wanna suck my cock?" is of no interest to me. Be polite and sexy, not ew and blughh :P

17. List three sexual activities that you love (or would love to try, if you haven't already)

There's a whole bunch of things...but I can't think of any right now, strangely enough O_o

18. Now list three that you hate/would never want to try.

Ever seen 2 Girls 1 Cup? Precicely that. D:

19. Have you ever engaged in any kind of anal sex? (anal intercourse/anal oral/digital anal)

Nope.

20. Gags, whips, paddles and ties – hot or not?

DOMENOW. XD

21. Do you like to wear something sexy when you fuck or do you like it in the nude?

What's the point of clothes? They'll get torn anyway :P

22. How would you feel if your partner came into the bedroom in a costume (nurse/fireman/etc) and began roleplaying?

"Oh, doctor, I feel strange down there."

LOL.

23. Have you ever made use of sex games?

No, don't think much of them.

24. Has your partner ever caught you masturbating?

Nope.

25. Sex toys – if you have them, do you ever utilise them during sex with your partner?

I don't own any :P

26. Do you like dirty talk during sex?

Depends. Sometimes I just stick to the moaning/groaning/meowing business.

27. Have you ever given your partner oral when they are making a phonecall?

Sounds good.

28. Do you have any secret fantasies/fetishes that you are afraid to share with your partner?

No, I like bringing new ideas to the game. I share them with my friends, too. Does that make me weird? D:

29. You’ve just had a normal fuck at night in bed, what do you and your partner do when you’ve finished?

Sleep :P

30. Do you like to kiss during sex?
Hellz yaah.

Repost this, babiez! Let's see what kind of sex freaks you are :D

personality meme

2009-06-29T21:00:55Z

Stolen from slasherfersure , because this rocks :D
You know you want to fill it out...

1. what is your name?

2. how old are you?

3. is there anyone special in your life?

4. what is your favorite film?

5. what is your favorite song, or album?

6. what/who is your favorite band or artist?

7. are you dirty or clean?

8. do you have any tattoos or piercings?

9. do we know each other in the non-internet world?

10. what is your life-philosophy?

11. do you see the bottle as half-full or as half-empty?

12. would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?

13. what is your favorite memory of us?

14. what is your favorite guilty pleasure?

15. please tell me one odd or interesting fact about yourself:

16. if you could have three (3) wishes, ones for your own personal pleasure, what would they be?

17. can we get together and make a cake?

18. which country is your spiritual home?

19. what is your biggest weakness?

20. what do you think of me?

21. what subject or class did you enjoy most at school? what subject were you the best at?

22. describe your accent:

23. if you could change anything about me, would you? what would you change?

24. what do you wear to sleep?

25. do you prefer to wear pants/trousers, or do you like skirts/dresses better?

26. do you prefer cigarettes or alcoholic drinks?

27. if i only had one day to live, and you could spend it with me, what would we do together?

28. will you repost this so that i can fill it out for you?

Behemoth slash.

2009-06-29T19:50:37Z

Title: A Storm in the Middle of Summer
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Nergal/Seth, Nergal/Orion
Warnings: Slash, Violence
Summary: And Nergal decides that there’s nothing more romantic than a storm in the middle of summer.

   “Adam?”

   “Don’t call me that.”

   “What’s going on?”

   “Leave me be.”

   The tour bus is moving at a fairly high speed, tearing across the scenery like a flaming arrow. It is raining outside, and heavy drops of water splash hard against the windows. Strange weather for summer.

   There are broken bottles and torn clothes thrown haphazardly on the floor, making a path from the kitchen to the bathroom. A smudge of blood is on the steel doorknob. Light whimpers are heard from the other side of the door.

   “Seriously, Nergal, are you okay?” Seth taps on the door none too gently, resting his ear on the cool surface of the door to listen to the sounds coming from inside the bathroom. He hears a loud sob and gasping, and feels a certain unease crawl under his skin.

   “Come on, open the door!” He screams, banging his fists like a madman against the door. It creaks and groans under his hard blows, curving inside but still not opening. The rain taps rhythmically on the bus’ roof. It almost drives him insane. “If you don’t open, I swear I’ll break it down.”

   There’s no reply. No whimpers, no gasping, no noise whatsoever. Simply silence. Seth panics. He takes a step back and brings his shoulder down hard on the door. Once, twice, thrice, and the door bursts open.

   He can’t hear over the sound of blood pumping in his ears, and all he sees are white dots. It takes him a moment to regain his composure and when he does, he still doesn’t understand what’s going on.

   “Nergal?” He takes a step forward, towards the figure curled up in the corner of the room, near the open window. Rain pours in through it and sprays in his face like a waterfall, and for a moment there he forgets about Nergal’s quivering form and all he can think about is how cold the water is. The rain is thick, like a dark curtain draped around him, obscuring his vision and trying to stop him from going to the man on the floor.

   Nergal turns around slowly, eyes red from crying, and Seth nearly backs away. Even though the rain has washed away most of his corpsepaint, Seth can clearly see traces of where his tears soaked through his makeup. This is new. Nergal never cries.

   “You’re bleeding.” He says, pointing to the angry wound on Nergal’s hand. Blood mingles with the rain and pools on the tiles of the floor, and Seth almost feels disgusted. But he doesn’t leave. He can’t.

   Nergal turns away from him and looks at the moving clouds outside the window, staring dreamily at something that probably isn’t there.

   “Nergal?” He repeats. But Nergal isn’t paying attention. He looks at the trees drowning in rain as they swoosh by, and something makes him smile. It worries Seth. He isn’t used to this side of Nergal. He’s never seen it before.

   “I always wanted to tell you.” He keeps staring out of the window, lost in his thoughts.

   “Tell me what?” Seth asks, brow knotted in confusion. A sudden flash of lightning makes him jump away, and he slips on the floor, sliding on tiles wet with water and blood. Feeling utterly horrified, he gets to his feet and rushes to the other side of the room, away from the puddle of rainwater and blood. Away from Nergal.

   Wind rages in through the open window and makes his eyes water, and Nergal seems to be unaware of all the commotion in the bathroom.

   “I love you.”

   He sits there, blonde hair flowing around wildly, eyes staring out at the moving scenery. He turns around to meet Seth’s shocked gaze before looking away again, bowing his head down in sadness and regret.

   It’s the last thing he does before a hard blow sends him face forward against the wall. Rough hands pick him and drop him back down again, and his head hits the ground with a sickening crack.

   “You sick fuck!” Seth spits, strong fists connecting sharply with Nergal’s now weakened body, emitting ear splitting screams from his bloodied lips. Nergal tries to kick his way out of the room in a pathetic attempt to fight back, but Seth grabs him by the hair and slams him down on the floor, in his own pond of blood, dragging him around until he finally stops resisting.

   Nergal doesn’t know how long it took Orion to become aware of the battle going on in the bathroom, but when he rushes in through the broken door and sees Seth pounding away mercilessly on Nergal’s broken body, Nergal is more than thankful.

   Seth realizes what he’s done after Orion grabs his arms and roughly backs him up against the far wall. Looking down at Nergal’s unmoving body, soaked with blood and twisted at an impossible angle, he doesn’t know what to think of himself. So he just walks away as if nothing happened and goes back to his bunk, leaving Orion staring, dumbfounded, as he vanishes from sight.

   A whimper wakes him from his stupor and he looks back to Nergal, who is crawling towards the open window, where the rain can wash the blood and tears away. Orion grimaces at the sight. Walking to where his friend is lying, he kneels down and hoists him up, with his back resting against the wall.

   Nergal’s hair is a wet mess in front of his face, and Orion brushes his hand gently over the strands and puts them back in place.

   “You told him, didn’t you?” His words are spoken in a mild whisper, but Nergal flinches before nodding. Then he breaks into tears. Sobs wrack his entire body as he howls his agony out, louder than the thunder outside, and Orion doesn’t know how to offer comfort.

   He wraps his arms around Nergal’s trembling body and rocks him back and forth as if he were lulling a child to sleep. It calms him down. His cries resolve to whimpers, his whimpers resolve to moans, and he rests his head on Orion’s strong chest, listening to the gentle thump of his heartbeat.

   He gives a kiss to Nergal’s forehead, and big, watery eyes meet his own. So do red lips. It’s a long, passionate kiss, and both are eager to taste. This isn’t a battle for dominance. It’s much more complicated and strange, but none of them want this to stop. Tongues twirl around in blistering heat, breaths heavy with the scent of desire. Hands roam and tug, pushing each other’s bodies closer in search of friction.

   Orion tastes Nergal’s blood on his lips but he doesn’t stop. He can’t, because some hidden force is pulling them closer, so he tugs at Nergal’s lips harder and screws his eyes shut in pleasure as Nergal’s moans vibrate through his body. The soothing spray of rain moistens their kiss even more, and right now nothing matters but the clashing of their mouths and the mingling of their breaths.

   Thunder cracks outside, in time with their fervent kissing.

   And Nergal decides that there’s nothing more romantic than a storm in the middle of summer.

::The End::

perttu / paavo / eicca

2009-05-09T10:32:34Z

Title: Coma
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Perttu/Paavo/Eicca
Warnings: Slash , Disturbing Content .
Summary: They made a plan. It was simple, easy to remember. And the farmhouse was where it took place.

It was a rainy morning. A darkened sky looked down at them, as if in question. The trees bent forward, in a pose of mourning and sadness, although no one had been lost. Yet.

They took a step forward and onto the muddy earth, their feet sinking under the slippery surface. Large drops of water fell hard on them, an early punishment for what they were about to do. It was like nature knew, somehow.

But there was no turning back now. There was a plan to follow, to fulfill. Even though the doubts were still there, they had already taken their final decisions. And that was why they were standing there, outside an old, abandoned farmhouse, waiting for fate to take its toll on them. Eicca and Perttu, two innocent men with so many dreams yet to be completed, but for just this once, a dream they shared in common would be brought to life.

See, it was all Eicca’s idea to begin with. It began four years before, when he first started noticing certain things about Paavo. Like the strange color of his eyes, the shape of his lips as they curved into a smile, the intoxicating scent that always seemed to surround him...So many little details, so many places to uncover. He needed to see more. He needed to feel. He needed to touch. But how?

This was where Perttu played his part. At the beginning, he didn’t even understand what he was being pulled into. He was led, blindfolded, into a room filled with secrets. He just wanted to unravel them, not to be part of them. But that changed in time. Eicca told him he was doing a research on psychology, and that he needed to experiment on Paavo.

“Eicca, you’re a cellist! What’s the need for psychology now?”

He should have been smarter. He should have known.

“It’s just a silly experiment, Perttu. It’s fun, so why not?”

Poor, innocent Perttu. He didn’t know a damn thing.

“Why Paavo, of all people?”

“We’ve known him for a long time. It’ll be fun to find out what he’s got hidden if we followed him around.”

Actually, Perttu knew everything.

He’d noticed how Eicca looked at Paavo, eyes full of lust and want, forcibly trying to take his eyes off him but not being able to do so without breaking into a moan or a sigh. He was becoming more than obvious to the rest of the crew, too. The real reason he joined Eicca, pretending to be unaware of the things going on around him, was to protect him from giving himself away and eventually scaring Paavo off, but for his own benefit, too. It was true, he also had a bit of a thing for Paavo.

And so it begun, a mere game that soon evolved to be a deep obsession, and sick thoughts twisted around in Perttu’s mind. Eicca, for his own part, had already lost it.

They made a plan. It was simple, easy to remember. And the farmhouse was where it took place.

Under the heavy waterfall of rain, they waited. Thunder rolled, a deep rumble startling the silent scenery. A cold feeling settled in their skins and dug deep, reaching to their very bones. The weather was getting worse. A storm was coming.

Perttu wanted to run away. He wanted to run as far away from Eicca as he could. Away from the farmhouse. Away from the storm.

Away from Paavo, who had just stopped his car in front of the farmhouse and got out with a smile on his face, walking over to the two men. He smiled at them, and Perttu was unable to smile back. He felt ill. Eicca, on the other hand, smiled and gave him a light pat on the back. His hand twitched.

Perttu turned away, feeling sicker as each moment passed, and led the way inside the farmhouse. He turned the doorknob slowly, trying to strain the moment as much as he could, trying to hold back time for a while. It didn’t work. Time didn’t stop for him. He pushed the door open and walked inside, making way so the other two could pass in.

The room was entirely covered in dust. A horrible stench hang in the air, and Perttu thought there might be dead bodies under the creaking tiles. Every window was broken, and splinters were all over the floor. Even though, the light seeping into the empty room was minimum. There was a bed in a far, dark corner, and it seemed out of place, out of time. There was something antique about it, but it seemed new. As if it was placed there on purpose. Maybe it was.

Perttu looked over at Paavo, whose brow was knotted in confusion. He opened his mouth to speak, but found himself pressed against the door, face first, Eicca using all his force to keep him in place as he struggled and thrashed around.

“Perttu, g-” his words were cut short as Paavo’s fist connected with his groin, and he doubled over in pain. Paavo made a run for the door, but soon found out that it had been locked. The windows. He ran to the closest one, trying to get rid of the sharp shards of glass that threatened to cut him open. Some of them did. Even more when Eicca lunged at him and pushed his head against the shards. He screamed in horror as a large piece stuck itself in his neck, and he pulled it out. To his dismay, blood spurted everywhere, and Eicca managed to catch him before he hit the ground.

“Perttu, get a hold of him!”

He was able to speak without being interrupted, but Perttu had no intention of listening to him. He was moving backwards in a slow pace, wrapping his arms around himself and shaking his head, as if trying to get the scene out of it. His mouth moved, forming words, but none of them came out.

“Perttu! You made a promise!” Eicca screamed, a moaning Paavo gripping on his arms as he started to fall into unconsciousness. Perttu blinked, far too confused and disturbed to make any kind of move. He simply stood there and stared, numb, as Eicca dropped Paavo on the ground and moved towards him with a threatening look on his face. He slapped him. Once. Twice.

This seemed to get Perttu out of his dreamy state. He stared at Eicca, who looked as confused as all three of them were, and then looked at Paavo, lying on the floor, bleeding, wheezing. It was true. He had made a promise.

He moved past Eicca and kneeled nexto Paavo’s writhing form, who in turn looked at him through half-lidded eyes. There was a deep cut on the side of his neck, right above his jugular. Half an inch below and Paavo would have bled to death by now. He rubbed his hand over the wound. He could almost feel his pulse. He bent over, and placed his lips on the bloodied flesh, and like a predator feasting on its prey, licked the crimson liquid. Paavo brought his hand up to push him away, but whimpered as it was pressed down on the floor and held there.

Eicca watched in pure fascination. He circled around the pair, feeling a sudden urge run through his body at seeing Paavo so weak. He bent down, right above Paavo’s face, and captured his lips in a vicious kiss. Paavo panicked, trying to push away the feeling of Eicca’s tongue running across his lips, and used his remaining strength to bite through his lips. Eicca squirmed and groaned in pain, and Perttu, noticing the scene, pushed his hand down Paavo’s pants and groped him as hard as he could, watching as Paavo gasped and arched his back in pain, letting go of Eicca’s bleeding lip. Perttu grinned.

Eicca fell on his back and crawled away, holding his mouth and moaning, mumbling something incoherent and choking on his own blood. He stood up and walked back to where Paavo was lying, and, grabbing a fistful of his hair, dragged him, screaming, across the room and threw him on the bed. He removed his clothes with little effort, and left him naked.

The ceiling was dripping, soaking the bed’s sheets. The storm had come. Fierce wind rushed in the farmhouse, making both Eicca and Perttu’s hair flow wildly around. They seemed unearthly.

And when they both moved forward towards him, he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move. Eicca took hold of his legs and pushed them apart, and Paavo resisted, earning a slap from Perttu. Eicca heard something ripping, and his eyes grew wide. Paavo’s jugular had torn.

Perttu, not losing his calm, tore a piece of the bedsheets and used it to tie Paavo’s neck and stop the bleeding, something that seemed impossible by then. Eicca did not waste any time. He pulled his pants down and reversed their positions. Paavo was lying on top of him, bleeding on his cheek. Perttu, also removing his pants, placed himself behind Paavo, and with perfectly synchronized action, both Eicca and Perttu thrust themselves into Paavo’s body.

His screams could have been heard from miles away if it weren’t for the storm. Tears escaped his eyes, and he buried his face in Eicca’s neck, finding some sort of sick comfort in his tormentor.

They didn’t stop moving inside him. Their cocks rubbed against each other in Paavo, whose walls had torn up. His blood served as lubrication, and with every thrust, it spilled more and more.

“Paavo...” they moaned, as if absolutely calm with what they were doing. To them, this was Heaven. To Paavo, it wasn’t.

He cried in Eicca’s neck, his body shaking under their brutality.

Perttu’s moans got louder. He thrust harder. He leaned on top of Paavo, crushing him under his weight, and called out his name as he came, and seconds later, Eicca screamed as he filled Paavo to the brim. They pulled out, short of breath.

Paavo hadn’t stopped crying in Eicca’s neck, and Eicca wrapped his arms around him, gently rocking him back and forth.

“Shhh...It’ll all be over soon.” He murmured, a little smile playing on his lips. He signaled something at Perttu, and he leaned over to where his pants were, removing something from them. A needle.

He lied back on top of Paavo, kissing the back of his neck gently, and pushed half the contents of the needle in his arm. The rest was given to Eicca, who followed Perttu’s actions, and then threw the empty needle on the ground. He removed the bloodstained sheet from Paavo’s neck, letting the hot blood pour freely on his shoulder.

Paavo stopped crying. He looked at Eicca, and then turned his head to Perttu. They looked at him and smiled, and he, for some profane reason, smiled back. Then he stopped breathing.

Eicca looked at Perttu knowingly. They smiled at each other, and closed their eyes.

And there it was, the perfect plan.

In the perfect scenery.

In the perfect storm.

The perfect death.

::The End::

Joker/Batman

2009-04-22T09:12:30Z

Title: Park
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Joker/Batman
Warnings: Slash
Summary: The park used to be an old cemetery.

The park used to be an old cemetery. He remembered when he used to visit his brother on one of those depressing days. It was always Thursday when he went. Always rainy and dark. A little time later and he passed by to visit his mother. And then his father. His wife and unborn child. He had buried his whole family there.

The Mayor didn’t think it was fit to have a graveyard right next to the river, because, after all, floods did happen. And when they did, they dragged the bodies of the deceased into the cold embrace of the river, taking them down into the deep water. Besides, who would want to have the taste of a dead body in their drinking water?

So they dug up the corpses and their gravestones, moved them to the borders of the city, out in the fields, away from life. The Mayor ordered a park to be built over the land, so that’s what happened. They put colorful swings and pretty plastic slides, tried to turn the used-to-be graveyard into a decent playground. But no one ever went. The superstitious said they heard the moans of the dead, and even though their bodies had been taken away, their souls were still there, watching, wanting.

Nothing’s really changed in this place. It still has the same decaying look, the same horrid smell of rotting flesh. No wonder people never bring their children here.

He takes a step forward and sits on a wooden bench, its green paint chipping away, dust settling on its rough surface. He leans forward, puts his head in his hands and sighs. He’s sick of this place.

There used to be a time when he actually had fun with the poor people of Gotham City. The plan was to spread panic and watch the people run around, trying to find a way to escape from his deranged games. But they grew predictable, always calling for help to that Batman. At first, it was very exciting. He ran, and the Batman ran behind him. He was always there, always trying to stop him and teach him a lesson. But it felt like he was going through a routine every day. Sure, it was nice being chased around by a strong man clad in leather and dressed as a gigantic bat, but as everyone grew predictable, he grew tired.

A drop of water lands on his left cheek, and as he looks above, another one falls right into his eye. He flinches away and gasps, standing up and rubbing his eye to rid it of the pain. To someone else it’d look like he was crying.

“Great.”, he thinks, having smeared his makeup.

He doesn’t even notice the rain has soaked him to the bone. He doesn’t even notice the sudden rush of wind against the old trees. What he certainly notices, though, is a long shadow that looms against the dark blue swing.

“What brings you out of your cave, dear Batsy?”

The shadow moves forward, gliding on muddy earth until the man it belongs to comes in sight. Dark eyes look at him, roaming up and down his purple-dressed body.

“See anything you like?”

The caped man clenches his teeth together, inclining his head to the side as if amused but still deadly serious.

“I don’t have time for your jokes.” He responds, his words followed by a deep thunder. A moment later laughter echoes through the empty scenery, and the Joker doubles over in an attempt to stop his aching stomach from clenching. He feels a strong hand closing around his neck and lifting him off his feet, leaving him wheezing for breath, trying to bring an end to his laughing.

“Where are the children?!” the Batman screams, shaking the Joker’s limping body as he gags and coughs, still laughing and kicking his feet all over the place to free himself. The last kick lands on the Batman’s crotch, and he growls, falling to the ground right on top of the Joker.

He grabs the laughing man from his green hair and pulls him forward, and he arches his back from the pain, gasping and trembling.

“Don’t make me ask you again, Joker. Where are the children?!” he shouts louder this time, his breath hot on the psychopath’s cheek.

He giggles, twisting his head in every direction possible to free his hair from the Bat’s grip. He only makes the Batman grip harder.

“You mean those little punks that were playing in the street with a kid half their age?” he responds, trying to force the words out due to lack of breath. He licks his red lips twice, a habit he took up when his father started coming home late.

The Batman’s hand is still fisted in the Joker’s hair, making him open his mouth in protest and swallow drops of rain. His ghostly-white face powder has faded away, and his wounds are now visible, angry red scars standing out against the surface of his unnaturally soft skin.

“Those kids that held a knife out to their ‘friend’, ready to chop his leg off because he played football better than any of them?” he spat in anger, grabbing hold of the Batman’s cape and pulling him closer onto him to make him pay attention to his words.

“I hoped a car would run them over, but since that never happened, I decided to take matters at hand.”

“What did you do with them?! Where are they?!”

“Oh, don’t worry; I took the liberty of cutting them up to tiny pieces and feeding them to my pet hyenas.”

His laughter roars across the playground and settles on the Batman’s ears, who snarls at the shaking maniac in his arms. He fastens his death grip on the Joker’s hair and pulls harder, slamming his head to the muddy ground and intensifying the Joker’s laughter ten times more.

“Don’t act as if you care, Batman.” He howls, “You knew they deserved it.”

“Everyone has a second chance!”

“Well I didn’t!” he screams back, his eyes clouding in anger and his tongue darting out to lick ripped lips, tasting the acid water.

It all goes quiet for a moment. The rain falls harder than before, the Joker’s sharp intakes of breath making him choke on some of the raindrops. He goes limp in the Batman’s arms, his back still arched and his neck exposed, like an injured animal surrendering to the stronger one. The Batman’s left arm holds the Joker’s arched back while the other one tries to apply some pressure by pulling on his hair. But he can’t do it. Not after what he said.

Thunder rolls once again, making them jump. The Batman lets go of the tortured man and slowly stands up, the Batsuit straining against his muscles. He looks down at the Joker’s frail image, lying on the earth with his arms spread out and his hips twisted in an impossible angle. He seems broken, ill. Like an injured puppy that he’d love to take home and take care of.

“Poor thing.” he thinks, slightly bending over just to see if he was still alive.

“I know what you’re thinking, Batman.” He manages to force out, the rain blinding his eyes momentarily. “Don’t you dare think anything like that again.” He threatens, although his words don’t seem as threatening as he hoped they would be.

“Don’t you dare...” He repeats, his tongue darting out again to lick his already wet lips. He twists his head to the side, as if trying to shake something off.

The Batman kneels next to him, grasping him from his shoulders to lift him up to a sitting position. He can feel the heat radiating off his weak body, and the Batman’s quite certain that he’s running a fever.

“Don’t you...” He says again, as if in a delirium.

“Shhh...Shhh.” The Batman cooes, rocking the Joker’s body back and forward in his arms. He feels silly for acting like a mother for this mass murdering clown, but he can’t bring himself to stop and leave him alone to take care of himself.

“Don’t....don’t..” he mumbles to no one in particular, his brow knotted together in a form of concentration and pain.

The Batman doesn’t really know what to do with him. So he does the first thing that pops into his head.

He kisses him.

It’s not slow and sensual like the way lovers do it, but it can’t be described as being something between friends either. It’s awkward and strange, but it’s enough to shut the Joker up.

He squirms and protests for a second or two, and after the shock wears off, his eyelids slip shut as he responds to the Batman’s touch.

Sometime later, when the Joker is sleeping in the Wayne Manor’s guest room, the Batman looks at him, thinking that maybe, just maybe, they could find peace together.

Everyone deserves a second chance.

::THE END::

harry / perry

2008-09-23T17:10:33Z

Title: Sorry
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Harry Lockheart / Gay Perry
Warnings: Slash
Summary: “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what...Perry, please, I’m sorry...”

The silence is deafening.

He liked those rare moments of peace and quiet he barely got due to Harry’s unstoppable blabber.

This was not one of those moments.

“Perry, I’m...” he paused, at loss for words for the first time in years, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what...Perry, please, I’m sorry...”

Sorry. The word he hated so much since he first heard it.

Sorry.

Such a meaningless word, thrown around just for the heck of it. Its true meaning has been erased, forgotten forever. But Perry, sitting on an uncomfortably soft couch that’s threatening to suck him in, thinks Harry really means it when he says he’s sorry. And for some strange reason, he feels disappointed.

“Perry?” he asks, eyes all big and moist, suddenly afraid of something, of everything.

Perry doesn’t answer, he just stares at the carpet of the floor, deep in thought. And then he speaks.

“What do you mean, you’re sorry?”

Harry looks at him, searching for a sign of any sort of emotion, finding none in the process.

“W-What?” he stammers, wrapping his arms around his own body to somehow protect himself from the blow he supposes is coming.

Perry licks his lips, and slowly brings his gaze up to meet Harry’s. Harry doesn’t know whether the look he’s giving him screams murder or...something else. So he simply holds his arms tighter around himself.

“Are you sorry for kissing me?” Perry specifies, eyes fixed on Harry’s, solid, unmoving.

Harry shifts from one foot to another. He doesn’t know the answer to that one. He suddenly finds his feet very interesting. When he looks up, Perry is still sporting the same look. He feels distant, scared, like he’s ruined his friendship with the only man he trusted and loved forever. He probably has.

“I’m, well... I-I don’t- Jesus, Perry... I mean, sh-should I be?”

The look Perry was giving him changes.

He gets up from the couch, straightens his back, and walks forward.

Harry takes a step back. He doesn’t want to get hurt.

“Perry, please don’t- please don’t hit me.”

He keeps moving backwards until he feels the cold wall against his back, and suddenly he feels exposed, naked.

But it doesn’t make a difference because Perry’s moving towards him and he can’t go anywhere because there’s a solid wall behind him and he’s suffocating and Perry’s getting closer and closer but he can’t do anything about it and he’s so defenseless right now he could almost cry, and now it’s him between Perry and that damned wall and Perry’s right in his face and he feels like running but he ca-

Perry’s kissing him.

Perry has him trapped between the wall and himself and he’s kissing him.

The kiss goes on forever.

Perry gently licks Harry’s bottom lip, seeking permission to dip his tongue deep into the hot crevice that is Harry’s mouth. Teeth clash and breaths mingle, bodies rub against each other, trying to feed the hunger burning deep inside of them. Harry tugs on Perry’s lip like it’s the only thing keeping him alive, their lips locked on each other, massaging.

Right now there’s nothing else in the world that matters but Perry’s strong arms lifting Harry up to wrap his legs around his waist, and the slow glide and rub of their tongues, perfectly synchronized.

Perry asked a question.

Harry gave an answer.

The right answer.

And now we’ve come to this.

::THE END::

Hellboy / Nuada

2008-09-07T10:32:21Z

Title: Whispers
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Nuada / Hellboy
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Anung un Rama...

Anung un Rama.

A whisper echoes through the empty streets, disturbing the silence of the hollow night.

Come to me.

The lights flicker.

A sudden rush of wind blows through the window, making the curtains curl and dance against their will. The sheets keeping him warm are ripped away from his strong body and the cold air that hits him in the chest is enough to wake him up from his deep slumber.

He struggles with himself for a while, trying to rise up from the bed in an amusing fashion, but stops dead in his tracks. Then he hears it again.

Come.

It wasn’t a dream after all.

He dashes from his large bed to the window, and if it weren’t for the fact that someone was calling out to him, the breeze would have lulled him back to sleep. He sticks his head out of the window. There was nothing there.

Swoosh.

There. A movement to his right. A tangle of black, white, and blue. Nuada.

He turns around with the intent of running for his gun, but he was already there. Sitting on his bed. No, not sitting. Lying.

“The name Hellboy doesn’t suit you.” he says, licking his lips and smirking.

He lets his eyes run over Hellboy’s body, undoubtedly admiring his handsome and rather strange physique.

“I wouldn’t quite describe you as a boy.” his dark eyes linger on the front of Hellboy’s leather pants, the bulge beneath them looking quite promising.

Hellboy blinks. He suddenly feels the downright desire to cover his body from the roaming eyes of the young prince. But he would never show him his abrupt discomfort. He tries to make himself calm down instead.

“I’ve been watching you...” he says, “...for a very, very long time.” he meets Hellboy’s eyes, and continues.

“You are very...” he pauses, trying to think of the right word, “...exquisite.”

Hellboy raises a brow, his tail whipping around in frustration.

“What’s your point, doc?” Hellboy says, trying to regain his cool and bravado. He curves his head to the side, as if to emphasize his words.

Nuada swiftly stands up, his feet light on the floor, and awkward shades upon his features.

“The point is...” he snaps, “...that you are a fool, Anung.”

He comes head to head with Hellboy, spitting every word into his face like venom.

“Huh?” Hellboy asks, knowing what the prince means but still wanting to hear it from him anyway.

Nuada goes silent. He looks into Red’s eyes once again, dark crystals gazing into bloodred irises.

He blinks. Once. Twice.

He looks at the floor.

He licks his lips and blinks again.

He tries to say something but his words fail him. He gasps and looks at Hellboy again.

He leans towards Hellboy’s ear, to whisper words into it.

He licks his lips.

“Fuck me.”

Dead silence.

Nuada huffs out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding on Red’s neck, sending a series of shockwaves through his body, and towards a certain area of his anatomy.

Hellboy gasps. Nuada closes his eyes, waiting for a reaction.

Red leans away, looking at Nuada’s face. His eyes are screwed shut, his lips parted, and his breath is coming in quick gasps.

He plunges his tongue deep between those parted lips and groans when he feels Nuada tremble into his arms. Tongues mingle and teeth clash, bodies rub against each other in dire need, and Hellboy, with a force too strong to be that of a mere human, throws Nuada onto the bed. Nuada begins disrobing, and Hellboy watches as the pale and powerful body is revealed to him inch by inch. In a few seconds, Nuada is bare naked on the bed, the porcelain skin making a sharp contrast against his dark lips and shadowy eyes.

Nuada kneels onto the bed and reaches out to unbutton Hellboy’s pants. Soon enough, they are both exposed to the night.

Hellboy climbs on top of Nuada, leaning in between his legs and rubbing their aching erections together. Nuada somehow manages to flip them over and slide down, focusing on the section between Hellboy’s legs. He licks the tip and then wraps his lips around it, circling it with his tongue and then bobbling his head up and down the thick shaft before Hellboy grabs him by the hair and shoves himself deep into Nuada’s throat. Nuada moans, sending vibrations through his cock.

“Enough.” Hellboy says, bringing their bodies flush together and rolling them over again, placing the tip of his cock in Nuada’s tight entrance and pushing in without warning. Nuada screams in pain and pleasure, arching his back and moaning. Sweat drenched bodies move rhythmically, flesh slaps hard against flesh and lips connect, tongues swirl and teeth collide, all together in wet friction.

Hellboy speeds up, thrusting almost savagely into Nuada’s body, and Nuada can’t contain his screams any more. He spasms each time Hellboy hits his prostate and Hellboy takes his cock in his hand, rubbing hard up and down Nuada’s cock. Nuada meets Hellboy with each thrust, and suddenly he goes still, eyes widening and lips parting to let out an ear splitting scream. He thrashes around and arches his spine as he empties his hot liquid between their bodies, and Hellboy, feeling the tight walls close around his cock, releases into Nuada’s now fragile body.

Hellboy falls on Nuada, almost crushing him, and rolls out to the side. He looks at Nuada, who is still panting, his eyes closed, and smirks.

Nuada blinks and looks at Red.

He smiles.

And falls asleep.

::THE END::

Joker / Batman

2008-08-06T16:37:29Z

Title: Leap
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Joker/Batman
Warnings: Slash
Summary: He stood at the edge of the cliff...

He stood at the edge of the cliff, staring down into the abyss of the cold sea. Behind him, the city lay emotionless, as if waiting for him to make up his mind. He didn’t pay much attention to her.

Standing here, right at the brim, ready to make a leap, not a leap of faith but a leap of death, he found himself unable to move, unable to sum up the courage and do it.

To someone looking at him, he’d seem...disconnected.

The wind howled, as if protesting, brushing hard and angrily against him, almost pushing him into that death pit.

The waves below him stood open and inviting, the sea practically begging him to move just a little forward.

“Do it.” she whispered.

“Not yet.” he answered, to no one in particular, brushing a green strand of hair away from his forehead.

For a moment there, he was actually going to jump. Everyone wanted him to. The voices in his head, the whispers of the sea, the howling of the wind, the lights of Gotham trying to blind him away from her.

But there was someone’s opinion he needed to hear before giving in. He was the reason of all of this, the blood on his hands that he never seemed to be able to wash away with water, the blood he never wanted to wash away, the madness in his eyes, the desire in his heart.

Yes, the Joker had a heart.

The waves splashed cold water onto his face, bringing him back to reality and reminding him that he had to do it. Either now or never. “Never” not being the preferable option.

He thought things over and over again.

He had murdered innocent children, tortured poor, defenseless mothers and recruited all the men in his own army. He had bribed policemen, destroyed churches and ancient monuments, blew up courts and prisons, and ruined all forms of public transport. He had burned Gotham and its residents to the ground. No one was left alive but him.

Oh, and that Batman.

He had hoped he was pleased. After all, everything he had done was for him. But it turned out that he didn’t like his little gift.

The Joker felt betrayed, insulted.

A cold spray of water hit him in the face, and he gasped, not from the cold but from the fact that the wind had pushed him a step forward by its force. One wrong step would be all it took. He’d fall forever, and when he’d realize he was underwater and drowning with no one around to save him but the Batman, who most likely was crying his eyes out over Alfred’s dead, burned body, he’d already be hitting the bottom of the ocean, the jagged rocks penetrating through his body like daggers.

He’d have to make sure he wouldn’t slip and fall, not until the Batman came.

Another wave splashed all over him, and by now he was soaking wet to the core.

Suddenly, everything seemed so quiet. The wind was nothing more than a silent hum, the sound of the waves was nonexistent, and the blinding lights of the city disappeared just as the last bomb detonated in the power station.

Silence.

He closed his eyes.

He could still feel the air, the water, and even though everything had disappeared, the voices in his head had increased volume, intensified, practically screaming from every corner and curve of his head.

What are you still doing here?!

Jump, you freak!

Come on, do it now.

Oh, so you don’t have it in you? You coward.

Do yourself a favor and jump for it!

There’s no one left in Gotham, why should you remain?!

Somebody, please, push him in!

Get it over with, freak.

“Shut up!” he screamed, pulling maniacally at his soaking wet hair, not really hearing his voice over the pounding in his head. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth to let that tongue lick at his bloodred lips one last time, breathed in, and --

“Joker!”

He stopped. Breathed out. Turned around.

“Don’t do it.” The Batman said, holding a gloved hand out to emphasize his words.

“I gave you the city, Batman. I gave Gotham to you, and you threw it away. You threw me with it.” The Joker explained, once more staring into the eyes of hell just below his feet. The sounds around him came back to life, the splashing of the sea and the howling of the wind, only they weren’t as loud as before, as if nature was listening, waiting for the finale.

He turned his head around again, just to make sure he wasn’t imagining the bat.

But no, he was there. The Batman was looking at the ground, and seemed to be trying to say something. His tall form hunched forward, his eyes skeptical and his fists curled together. He was choking on the words he was trying to force out.

“Maybe the city was not what I wanted.” he finally said, straightening his back and letting his gaze fall to the Joker just as he turned his whole body around and took tiny, careful steps away from hell’s gates.

“Wh- what do you want, then?” he stammered, his eyes showing confusion and knowledge at the same time. His mouth hang open, the pink tongue darting in and out like a reptile’s, trying to understand what the Batman had just told him, even though he understood perfectly.

The Batman looked down at the ground again, and brought his hands up to his head, seizing the mask from its pointy ears and slowly pulling it off. The Joker gasped and nearly fell to his knees as he scrambled towards the Batman, waving his hands and shouting.

“No! No, don’t!” he screamed, successfully stopping the Batman just as he was this close to pulling the mask off.

He stared at the Joker as he ran towards him, slipping on the wet ground several times before reaching him, panting out of breath and still soaking wet.

“Let...Let me.” he put his hands on either side of the Bat’s head and, looking into the Batman’s eyes, dragged the mask away bit by bit. He had spent a lifetime on trying to make the Batman reveal who he was, and he wouldn’t just stand there as the Batman removed his mask by himself. He had to be the one to do it.

The mask fell to the ground.

So did the Joker, his knees buckling from the excitement.

“Bruce Wayne.” he said, breathing hard.

The Batman kneeled down with him, and lifted his chin up to meet his gaze.

“I don’t want the city, Joker.” he said, his voice raw with emotion, “I want you.”

And with that, he slammed his lips hard against the Joker’s, whose eyes were wide and disbelieving, but soon the slipped shut and gave into the pleasure.

Their mouths opened to invite the other, lips parting, allowing wet tongues to meet halfway. The Joker moaned and whimpered as the Batman thrust a hot tongue in his mouth and wrapped his strong arms around him. He could feel that sharp jaw working, muscles clenching and unclenching as he sucked and nibbled on the Joker’s lower lip, opened his mouth to seek more pleasure, groaning as he felt the Joker’s tongue mingle with his own.

A wave splashed over them, only intensifying the kiss as the water resulted to lubricating their interlocked lips even more.

Right now, nothing around them mattered.

They had a city to rule.

They had the powers of the world.

They had each other.

And as they stayed kneeling there, bodies pressed hard against each other, mouths and lips and tongues connected in more than one way, with the water soaking them and the wind howling at them, they knew.

All endings have a beginning.

And this was theirs.

::THE END::

..

2008-07-17T16:34:27Z

r a i n & r a i n в o w .
a . n . g . h . e . r
γ ι α τ ί ε μ ε ί ς δ ε ν λ έ μ ε μ ό ν ο " σ κ ά σ ε" , α λ λ ά κ α ι π ο λ λ ά ά λ λ α .
f u c k c l u b : f u c k t h e w o r l d .
t h e s i s t e r s .

black_nata @ 2008-06-29T01:02:00

2008-06-28T22:06:10Z

Title: Rain (Chapter 2/2)
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Joker/Batman
Warnings: Slash
Summary: The rain was pouring.

Heavy lidded eyes looked up at a grey sky, its bright blue washed out by the dullness of the clouds. The low and loud rumbling of thunder made the city quiver, and the wind blew fiercely at the hollow trees, toying shamelessly with them.

He looked down at the limp figure lying on the lush grass, gawking at the slender form like a beast ready to devour its prey.

The rain looked like a waterfall, and if it weren’t for the fact that they were on a hilltop, they both would have drowned.

He stood there motionless, waiting for the desire to build until it became impossible to ignore. He began walking towards the man, who was oblivious to the fact that the Batman was coming for him. He smirked at himself, knowing that just this once, he had caught the Joker with his guard down.

The Batsuit, completely soaked with water, only served to slow him down.

But he wasn’t thinking about that. He was thinking about how beautiful and fragile the Joker looked in that position, lying there on the earth, the rain pouring down on his handsome features.

He leaned over the Joker, his cape falling forward and creating a dark curtain around them, obscuring them from the world, and the rain.

Slowly, droopy lids opened up to reveal a dark set of eyes gazing up at him.

The Batman fell gently on his knees, between the Joker’s long limbs, and leaned forward to press a kiss on those luscious, wet lips.

He could barely restrain himself as he felt the Joker’s hot tongue glide torturously slow against his, and grabbed a fistful of the Joker’s green mop of hair in his hands, pulling them closer and shoving his tongue deeper in the villain’s throat.

The Bat’s hands roamed freely against the Joker’s smaller frame, rubbing against wet fabric and the hot body underneath it. He had the Joker whimpering and moaning in his mouth, thrusting up against him in need and hunger for friction.

They pulled apart for breath, and opened their eyes to look at each other’s wet, flushed faces. Their bodies aching and their lips swollen.

The rain was beating down on them harder than before, soaking them to the core.

The Batman rested his head on the Joker’s chest, rising and falling with every breath.

The Joker sighed, content at last, and closed his eyes, letting the Bat’s hot breath against his chest send him into slumber.

The rain was pouring.

::THE END::

Joker/Batman

2008-06-28T21:56:37Z

Title: Rain (Chapter 1/2)
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Joker/Batman
Warnings: Slash
Summary: The rain was pouring.

He blinked once; twice, as the first drops of rain landed on his pale cheeks and rolled down to meet that wicked grin. The one they all feared.

He lay there, sprawled onto the grass, his motionless body completely drenched in water, as the city’s pitiful inhabitants scurried off for shelter and warmth. But he wasn’t like them, was he? He was different, and they hated him because of that. They were the ones who had turned him into what he was, and in the end they didn’t even want him.

They threw him away. Although it took them some time to realize what they had woken.

Then they sent him.

Batman.

They should have known better.

Batman was meant to break him, turn him into nothing. Make him believe that all those beautiful murders weren’t worth it. But there was something they didn’t calculate in their little schemes.

He was the Joker.

So, instead of locking him into a cage and throwing away the only key, they gave him a partner. They gave him a reason to do what he did. But most important of all, they gave him a lover.

Yes, who would have thought of it?

The Batman and the Joker.

The knight and the murderer.

Opposites attract, they say.

Thunder clapped, waking him from his dreamy state.

He parted his lips, tasting the thick raindrops.

He looked around, his vision blurry, waiting for the arrival of the Bat.

The Dark Knight was coming.

TBC...

Joker / Batman

2008-06-12T12:48:48Z

Title: Hospital
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Joker/Batman
Warnings: Slash
Summary: I want you.

“Batman.”

The name dripped from his lips like honey, each syllable stretched agonizingly slow. His voice rumbled like thunder, the winds carrying the words in every corner of the city. The grin on his face became impossibly wide, his eyes sparkling with glee.

He had noticed the lone figure standing on the rooftop, one foot placed on the gargoyle statue, his eyes searching for a sign of distress. Slowly, he crept his way towards the man, sniggering as he realized the Batman was deep in thought.

“Oh, Batsy!”

He stopped dead in his tracks when the Bat turned around, looking straight into his eyes. He turned around in a catwalk fashion and began running, jumping from one roof to another, his laugher sounding more like screaming, as the Batman chased after him.

The Joker came to a halt, staring at a doorway that led to the fifth floor of the abandoned hospital, and twisted the knob, surprised when it opened. He ran inside, trying to stifle the flood of giggles pouring from his mouth, and climbed down the stairs slowly, mischievously. He found another door, this time spread open, and went inside. It was a patient’s room, and strangely enough, there was a bed in the centre.

The wind was playing with the grey curtains, and the moonlight slithered through the broken windows. It was perfect.

He heard a sound behind him and turned around swiftly, coming face to face with the Batman.

“Bats! How nice of you to join me! Please, have a seat.” He pointed to the bed, which was illuminated by the moonlight. This place was creepy enough.

“I didn’t come here to talk, Joker. I came to take you back to Arkham.” The Bat’s face was serious, the strong jaw tightening at the sight of the Joker.

The Joker’s face went stern.

“I don’t wanna go back to Arkham.” He said, those candy colored lips forming a pout. They suddenly looked tempting to the Batman.

“It’s not what you always want.” He replied, the strict tone in his voice telling that there was no room for negotiations here.

“That’s the problem,” The Joker said, taking a step forward, the moonlight in the room casting awkward shadows on his face. “It’s never what I want.”

His voice had become stronger, and for a moment there, the Batman tensed up.

“Do you wanna know what I want?!” He screamed, grabbing the Batman by the cape and slamming him onto the bed, his face dangerously close to the Bat’s.

Suddenly, his expression formed into a frown, and as he looked in the eyes of the man below him, Batman could swear he saw tears.

“I want you.”

He leaned into the Batman’s embrace and caressed his lips with his own. Batman was too shocked to even move. He blinked, wondering if he opened his eyes, the Joker wouldn’t be there, but when he did, he realized he was still looking at the green curls, the pale skin, the dark eyes and those full, bloodred lips.

He clutched the Joker by the hair, and slammed those lips against his, feeling the lust inside him overtake his senses. It was the Joker’s turn to be shocked. But the shock didn’t last long, because the big, rough hands roaming against his body were making him gasp and moan in pleasure.

The Batman’s hands went under the layers of cloth until he came in touch with the Joker’s warm, soft skin. He took the articles of clothing off, leaving the Joker naked, while he was still in full equipment.

“Where’s the hem of this thing?” The Joker asked, irritated by the fact that the Batsuit was getting in his way of marking his own territory.

The Batman easily discarded the offending article, and resumed his previous business.

He grabbed the Joker, bringing him flush against his body, and licked a path from his chin to his lips. When he reached the Joker’s lips, he plunged his tongue deep inside that hot path and moaned as another tongue tangled with his own. He squeezed the Joker’s firm buttocks, rubbing their cocks together at the same time.

It had been a long time since the Joker had done this. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t had any sexual intercourse after becoming the Joker. That’s why he was holding onto the Batman’s strong muscles, moaning and groaning into the kiss. If only he could take that mask off.

Abruptly, the Batman somehow managed to turn their places over, and now the Joker was fully exposed, and at his mercy. He seized the Joker’s cock in his palm and began stroking until the Joker was squirming beneath him like a fish out of the water.

The Joker spread his legs, inviting him to taste the forbidden fruit. The Batman spat in his palm and took his own cock in his hand, trying to be gentle for the Joker. He looked in the clown’s eyes one more time, asking for full permission, and the Joker smiled, desire gleaming in his eyes.

He prodded the wet opening with the tip of his cock and pushed in slowly, watching the expressions on the Joker’s face changing from pain to pleasure. The Joker wrapped his pale, slender legs around the Batman’s strong waist and arched his back as he felt the Bat’s manhood penetrate his body. They built a steady rhythm, slow, almost torturous.

The sounds of their bodies slapping against each other were drowned out by the Joker’s moans and whimpers, which only made the Batman increase his pace and thrust harder and deeper into the delicate body of the Joker, groaning like a wild animal.

With one final thrust, the Joker released his load, splashing his hot liquid on the Batman’s muscular chest, and the Bat, feeling the hot walls close around his cock, arched his spine in a perfect bow.

For one perfect minute, their screams echoed in the hallways of the hospital.

The Batman, feeling faint, lost control over his body and fell softly onto the Joker, who instantly pulled his body nexto his. He planted one soft kiss on the Batman’s lips, a kiss too soft to belong to a man like him, and closed his eyes, as he remembered the words he said before.

“It’s never what I want.”

He grinned.

He looked at the masked man nexto him, who was resting peacefully.

His desire had come true, just for once.

And forever.

::THE END::

Joker / Batman

2008-06-06T08:32:12Z

Title: Words
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Joker / Batman
Warnings: Slash
Summary: He shouldn't have said that.

“You’re beautiful.”

He shouldn’t have said it. It was a foolish thing to say, knowing who he was talking to. He hadn’t even thought about the words he uttered before they left his lips. It was almost automatic. He couldn’t even remember what the reason was to speak his thoughts out. Stupid man.

“Don’t mock me.”

Even though the Joker was the absolute destroyer and widowmaker, he had a heart made of glass. So fragile, so delicate and breakable, so beautiful. The only way he could protect himself was through laughter. And at times, rage. The Joker fuelled by rage was a rare sight. A frightful one, too. His grand smile would slowly, painfully fade away, and the delight in his eyes would cease. Their places would be taken by a thin line that once was his lips, and his eyes would widen, paranoia evidently breaking loose.

“I’m not mocking you.”

He didn’t mean it as an insult. He wasn’t trying to make jokes. And there was no hint of irony in his words. But the Joker misunderstood what he said. The scars on his face were still there, gaping at him. The make up turned him into a freak. And his outfit gave the final touch to his disturbing appearance. There was no beauty on him.

“Why are you doing this to me?!”

The moment he clutched the Joker and stuck him up the wall of the abandoned Gothic mansion, the words had already formed in his head. Their lips grazed gently against each other, their tongues glided together and their bodies created a friction that made their lust grow second by second. They pulled back, looking deep into each other’s eyes. Then he spoke those words.

“I’m not mocking you!”

He really meant what he said. He meant it with every fiber in his body. The Joker would eventually understand. But the Bat would never forget those dark eyes, gazing up at him, flooding with unshed tears. He grabbed the Joker once more, slamming his lips hard against his, listening as the green haired man moaned and finally spilled an ocean through his eyes. The kiss was forceful, but the Joker knew what it meant.

As Bruce Wayne sat on the oversized leather sofa of the Wayne Manor living room, gazing deep into the flames of the fireplace, he thought about his words over and over again.

“You shouldn’t have said that.”

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

He shouldn’t have said that.

:: THE END ::

Joker / Batman

2008-06-05T13:08:19Z

Title: love.
Author: black_nata
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rating: R
Characters: Joker/Batman
Warnings: Slash, Violence
Summary: “A little fight in ya, I like that!”
“Then you’re gonna love me!”

“A little fight in ya, I like that!”>

“Then you’re gonna love me!”

He sat on the rooftop of a six storey building, his tall, slender legs dangling off the edges like some worn out doll. The wind blew gently against his somewhat spooky features, and the leafless trees danced their eternal choreography. He gazed down at the gloomy city, the dim lights of the streets creating an eerie feeling that crept underneath his skin like a serpent. This was his home. And he loved it, even though he had threatened to destroy it many times before. It was his way of showing his loyalty, but the people never did understand him.

“Then you’re gonna love me!”

Love. It’s a strong word, a strong feeling. No one had shown him the true meaning of love. Those he loved would laugh at him. He was the Joker, after all. Others cried. Others screamed. So many feelings expressed towards him but none was about love. Only one person remained silent in his confessions. Only one.

“You’re gonna love me!”

He could say he was slightly obsessed with the Batman. Just a little. He’d lick his lips and throw a sinister smile at him when no one was looking, just to see the expression on the Bat’s face. Strangely enough, he’d smirk back. Those moments were what kept him going. Time after time, the excitement grew, and so did the lust. He blew up more buildings, killed more innocent souls and created more havoc than ever. All for a glimpse of his obsession. And when the Batman finally caught him and restrained him on the wall with heavy chains in the underground of the Wayne Manor, he had asked. Why such horror? Why do you bring death? He received no answer, and in his anger, he landed a hard slap on the Joker’s fragile face, smearing his make up. Why?! The Joker looked at him with interest, inviting him to come closer to him. He did, and just as his face was barely centimeters away from the Joker’s, the villain plunged his tongue into the hot mouth of the Bat.

“Love me!”

No one could ever know what went on behind closed doors or rooftops. No one should ever know. The secret was theirs to keep. He liked it that way. In front of the people, he would be the Batman’s grand nemesis, his everlasting enemy, and they would battle and fight forever. In front of each other, there would be a battle of bodies and tongues, a battle for dominance and control. And for once, the Joker would let the Batman control him, take him over and penetrate his body and soul.

He was sitting on the rooftop of a six storey building, his tall, slender legs dangling off the edges like some worn out doll, when the Batman came to him.

“Love!”

Love.

::THE END::