Here is "Interlude"... and compared to the other posts i don't think 
it's
that bad, in a bad way... i know i could've done so much worse.. but 
alack,
grad school wants me to take silly tests and write legitimate (and this
isn't) fiction.  Permission to archive and put my name to it (though i 
don't
know why).

Allison
Unnamed Cousin
Smilewithviolets@net1plus.com
"So pale, so cold, so beautiful
if not clinically insane."


-----Original Message-----
From: allison [mailto:smilewithviolets@net1plus.com]
Sent: Monday, November 04, 2002 5:06 PM
To: unnamedfaction@yahoogroups.com
Subject: UF Bad Slash Challenge: "Interlude"


Does this even need a disclaimer?  I don't want them when it's like 
this.
hehe.  I'm not experienced at writing slash and i'm not sure what bad 
slash
might encompass.  Though the previous submssions have helped.  Many of 
them
had me laughing too hysterically for my own good.  So, here it is.  i 
tried
to draw on my writing style circa age 17 when everything had to be 
quite
wordy and dramatic (and this has changed? :) )Enjoy.  Permission to 
archive
at JADFE if they really, really want it.


They stripped.  Each eyeballed the other's firm, hard body.  The 
craving
grew deeply within them and outwardly as the hard organs strained for 
each
other.  A silent dance erupted from their nether regions.  The two 
powerful
vampires, though Nick less powerful due to his lack of ingestion of 
human
blood, were both ready to fuck anything that moved.

They approached each other.  The heat intermingled allowing for moist
droplets of passion-drenched sweat to appear and slide delicately into 
their
pubic hairs.  A mere breath width was between them as they looked into 
each
other's souls in an attempt to decipher which position the other wanted 
to
use.  Nick guessed prostrate.  Lacroix thought doggie style.

They kissed.  A clash of lips and teeth fought for dominance as tongues
touched and talked.  They each ached for more conversation as the 
fleshy
darts explored their mint tinged caves.  Nick closed his teeth on 
Lacroix's
tongue, a vague yet titillating metaphor.

They caressed.  Hands groped for slicked flesh and taught nipples, 
tweaking
this and pinching that.  Their organs pressed against each other 
dueling for
little death.  Lacroix grabbed his protégé by the shoulders, slipped 
then
grabbed him by the upper arms.  He pulled Nicholas to him as close as 
they
could mesh.

They moaned.  The two bodies became one but not close enough for the
satisfaction of either of them.  They needed more.  Lacroix spun his 
son
counter-clockwise and brought their bodies to the floor.  Nick went to
spread-eagle but Lacroix hoisted his buttocks, bringing him to his 
hands and
knees.

They fucked.  Lacroix mounted his son thrusting his organ deeply into 
the
welcoming orifice.  He was buried so deeply within Nick swore he could 
taste
his father.  He ground against Lacroix's cock frantically working his 
ass
muscles to caress this Roman pillar.  They swayed and bounced and 
slapped -
cock against ass. Nicholas' own throbbing member drew Lacroix's hand to 
it.
He stroked with veracity.  They both approached climax - two rutting 
animals
expressing the base desire to expunge their essence into another.

They came.  Blood haze filled their eyes and thoughts.  Lacroix fell
drowsily on his son, Nick collapsed to the floor.  Lacroix let himself 
go
limp still encased in his son's warmth.  He tenderly kissed the sweat 
from
Nick's back.  Lovingly, his bit - drowsingly sipping Nicholas' life.  
Nick
grabbed for Lacroix's wrist returning the gesture.  With his limp organ
hugged tightly in Nick's ring and teeth violating Nick's flesh the 
Master
closed his eyes and he and his protégé slept.


Allison
Unnamed Cousin