Title: The Darkness and the Light
Author: SerenaD
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sands/El
Disclaimer: I have no rights! Nothing belongs to me! Feedback: Yes please!
Warnings: Non-graphic m/m sex
Notes: This is my first attempt be kind. Summary: Can El bring light to Sands' world?
The Darkness and the Light
Dark. Black. Silent. Frightening. He sits up with a jolt. Each time he awakes, before the sounds of the outside world reaches his ears; he is afraid. The air is too thin. The space around him too large. The insanity too close to the surface.
Terrified is how he feels upon remembering how and what has changed. The ever constant insanity could take over easily at these moments, but he pushes it back. Sands can hardly admit to himself that he is scared. He thinks he keeps it well hidden. Keeps it locked away, no one else knows.
As the breathing of the man lying next to him starts to filter in; he felts better, relaxed, less anxious, more able to cope with the ever dark existence he now lives in. The saneness of El permeates his being; further driving the insanity back to its corner.
As Sands jerks awake, El too wakes. He lays quiet. He has learned to keep his breathing steady as in sleep, giving Sands time to regain his composure. He lies with his arm over Sands' chest. He feels the heartbeats even out and the breathing settle.
This is their morning routine, though it did happen sometimes in the night as well. In the night it is harder for El to lie still. He senses himself being sucked into the fear creeping up on Sands. In the night, even for him, it is dark, silent and the demons of his past frighten him.
As Sands' vitals level out, El's hand moved upward to caress the chin, nose and sharp cheekbones of the man he loves. Then his hand moved downward stopping to stroke the hardening nipples, bellybutton and cut-glass hipbones. Finally coming to rest at the object of his lust. Sands' erection is hard, hot and ready. El's mouth soon follows the trail left by his hand; pausing longer to enjoy each highlighted spot along the way.
Sands is in heaven, at least as close as he thinks he'll get with his past transgressions. He is Sheldon Jeffery Sands, larger than life.....he is always in control.....he is on top of the pile.....he can see his way in and out of every situation.....he can make anyone do anything.
El's warm mouth encircles him, he pushes against the warmth. He realizes that he is Sheldon Jeffery Sands, small and lost.....he is unsure of his new world.....El is now in control of a part of him he has never given to anyone before.....he can't see. He wishes he could crawl completely inside of the safe and warm cave that is El.
El moves to the rhythm he senses in Sands' need. He too wishes he could take Sands inside of him for safekeeping. He likes being the protector, the man in charge; with Sands that is not always the case. But now.....things have changed.
The urge Sands feels increases as El takes control. Bring him back to the world of the living. He needs.....he wants. El feels the need to quicken his pace.
He is Sheldon Jeffery Sands, large and small.....he may be lost, but he knows where is belongs.....he can control and can be controlled.....he can't see but is blinded by the light that El brings. With El's help he can see clearly.
El lies back, bringing Sands' head to rest on his shoulder. His needs can wait, he cherishes this time. He likes being able to hold Sands.....ward off the demons.....bring peace to the violence.....bring light to the darkness.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sands/El
Disclaimer: I have no rights! Nothing belongs to me! Feedback: Yes please!
Warnings: Non-graphic m/m sex
Notes: This is my first attempt be kind. Summary: Can El bring light to Sands' world?
The Darkness and the Light
Dark. Black. Silent. Frightening. He sits up with a jolt. Each time he awakes, before the sounds of the outside world reaches his ears; he is afraid. The air is too thin. The space around him too large. The insanity too close to the surface.
Terrified is how he feels upon remembering how and what has changed. The ever constant insanity could take over easily at these moments, but he pushes it back. Sands can hardly admit to himself that he is scared. He thinks he keeps it well hidden. Keeps it locked away, no one else knows.
As the breathing of the man lying next to him starts to filter in; he felts better, relaxed, less anxious, more able to cope with the ever dark existence he now lives in. The saneness of El permeates his being; further driving the insanity back to its corner.
As Sands jerks awake, El too wakes. He lays quiet. He has learned to keep his breathing steady as in sleep, giving Sands time to regain his composure. He lies with his arm over Sands' chest. He feels the heartbeats even out and the breathing settle.
This is their morning routine, though it did happen sometimes in the night as well. In the night it is harder for El to lie still. He senses himself being sucked into the fear creeping up on Sands. In the night, even for him, it is dark, silent and the demons of his past frighten him.
As Sands' vitals level out, El's hand moved upward to caress the chin, nose and sharp cheekbones of the man he loves. Then his hand moved downward stopping to stroke the hardening nipples, bellybutton and cut-glass hipbones. Finally coming to rest at the object of his lust. Sands' erection is hard, hot and ready. El's mouth soon follows the trail left by his hand; pausing longer to enjoy each highlighted spot along the way.
Sands is in heaven, at least as close as he thinks he'll get with his past transgressions. He is Sheldon Jeffery Sands, larger than life.....he is always in control.....he is on top of the pile.....he can see his way in and out of every situation.....he can make anyone do anything.
El's warm mouth encircles him, he pushes against the warmth. He realizes that he is Sheldon Jeffery Sands, small and lost.....he is unsure of his new world.....El is now in control of a part of him he has never given to anyone before.....he can't see. He wishes he could crawl completely inside of the safe and warm cave that is El.
El moves to the rhythm he senses in Sands' need. He too wishes he could take Sands inside of him for safekeeping. He likes being the protector, the man in charge; with Sands that is not always the case. But now.....things have changed.
The urge Sands feels increases as El takes control. Bring him back to the world of the living. He needs.....he wants. El feels the need to quicken his pace.
He is Sheldon Jeffery Sands, large and small.....he may be lost, but he knows where is belongs.....he can control and can be controlled.....he can't see but is blinded by the light that El brings. With El's help he can see clearly.
El lies back, bringing Sands' head to rest on his shoulder. His needs can wait, he cherishes this time. He likes being able to hold Sands.....ward off the demons.....bring peace to the violence.....bring light to the darkness.