Daydreams of Shadows...
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bugsndaffyWhat is your favourite daydream, and why?
It is late December, 2260, and the ships are returning from the skirmish around Babylon 5. One of them brings us a special treat -- a human, trapped. Not inside the ship acting as its CPU, but as a passenger of sorts; acquired as part of a special arrangement with our human allies.
His heart is heavy -- aching with the loss of his lover, his soulmate. There is a hole torn in the very fabric of his being, and he would do anything to be whole once more -- or, failing that, he would do anything to not feel the pain of his loss.
Anything.
Our siblings on the ship have primed him; offered him eternal companionship and pleasure in exchange for his allegiance. He does not realize this is his price, yet, but he will come to find out eventually. For now, we simply give him the promise that he will never be alone again. His emptiness will be filled, and he will never again feel the pain of that hole in his soul.
He embraces us willingly.
Once removed from the ship, he awakens in a bed in one of the buildings not ruined in the explosion brought by Sheridan. It is a soft, luxurious, large bed, and there is room for one of us on either side of him. He melts into our warmth, becoming pliant and relaxed, and finally wakes.
He doesn't fear us; doesn't judge us by our appearance, the way so many of his fellows do. That tiny piece of ability in him -- the fragment of telepathy that he has come to believe is strictly 'cop's intuition' -- is not enough to hurt us, but is enough to allow him to understand the general idea behind our words. He can feel our hunger and understand what we offer him, and he responds in kind.
His body is surprisingly accommodating -- the pain we bring him only serves to heighten his arousal, and soon we are penetrating him, his hungry body opening eagerly to accept our cruelty; submitting to us and craving more.
Who are we to refuse him? He surrenders himself to us so completely; his mind utterly subsumed by the hungers of his body -- he is a slave to it.
He strokes us, his fingers sliding across our skin, finding all our sensitive areas with ease as if he already knows us. He drives us to a lustful frenzy, loving it when we plunge our members deep into him, touching places no human can reach; stretching him and filling him so completely.
He is helpless as we bear him down on the bed beneath us, begging us to fuck him harder; drowning his sorrows in the intensity of the pleasure we bring. It is a new addiction for him, but one that will prove far more difficult to break than the ones that have ruled him in the past.
We promise that we will always be with him, and now that he is ours, this is true. It is what he wants -- to never be alone again; to never feel that ache of emptiness. A small part of him distrusts, worries what our gift will cost him, but he is so desperate to be 'whole' again that he buries that voice in a deep, dark hole. He has embraced his own shadows, and given himself to us.
Our favourite daydream? Yes, but also, our favourite memory, and something we will experience again...
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Muse: Bugs & Daffy (Shadows)
Fandom: Babylon 5
Word count: 590
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It is late December, 2260, and the ships are returning from the skirmish around Babylon 5. One of them brings us a special treat -- a human, trapped. Not inside the ship acting as its CPU, but as a passenger of sorts; acquired as part of a special arrangement with our human allies.
His heart is heavy -- aching with the loss of his lover, his soulmate. There is a hole torn in the very fabric of his being, and he would do anything to be whole once more -- or, failing that, he would do anything to not feel the pain of his loss.
Anything.
Our siblings on the ship have primed him; offered him eternal companionship and pleasure in exchange for his allegiance. He does not realize this is his price, yet, but he will come to find out eventually. For now, we simply give him the promise that he will never be alone again. His emptiness will be filled, and he will never again feel the pain of that hole in his soul.
He embraces us willingly.
Once removed from the ship, he awakens in a bed in one of the buildings not ruined in the explosion brought by Sheridan. It is a soft, luxurious, large bed, and there is room for one of us on either side of him. He melts into our warmth, becoming pliant and relaxed, and finally wakes.
He doesn't fear us; doesn't judge us by our appearance, the way so many of his fellows do. That tiny piece of ability in him -- the fragment of telepathy that he has come to believe is strictly 'cop's intuition' -- is not enough to hurt us, but is enough to allow him to understand the general idea behind our words. He can feel our hunger and understand what we offer him, and he responds in kind.
His body is surprisingly accommodating -- the pain we bring him only serves to heighten his arousal, and soon we are penetrating him, his hungry body opening eagerly to accept our cruelty; submitting to us and craving more.
Who are we to refuse him? He surrenders himself to us so completely; his mind utterly subsumed by the hungers of his body -- he is a slave to it.
He strokes us, his fingers sliding across our skin, finding all our sensitive areas with ease as if he already knows us. He drives us to a lustful frenzy, loving it when we plunge our members deep into him, touching places no human can reach; stretching him and filling him so completely.
He is helpless as we bear him down on the bed beneath us, begging us to fuck him harder; drowning his sorrows in the intensity of the pleasure we bring. It is a new addiction for him, but one that will prove far more difficult to break than the ones that have ruled him in the past.
We promise that we will always be with him, and now that he is ours, this is true. It is what he wants -- to never be alone again; to never feel that ache of emptiness. A small part of him distrusts, worries what our gift will cost him, but he is so desperate to be 'whole' again that he buries that voice in a deep, dark hole. He has embraced his own shadows, and given himself to us.
Our favourite daydream? Yes, but also, our favourite memory, and something we will experience again...
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Muse: Bugs & Daffy (Shadows)
Fandom: Babylon 5
Word count: 590
Crossposted to
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