Ahhh new story. I know, I know I was meant to be updating WLB Sasuke's story not starting another but I was hit by the plot bunnies and couldn't help it. Well rather I was having a conversation with my friend about cases of necrophilia because she was doing her project on a convicted criminal and this idea was born in my head.
So without further ado I give you the start.
Please review what you think, I know it's short but it's mainly just the opening.
Self beta'd
Warnings: Necrophilia which for those who don't know is sex with dead people. M/M, graphic sex scenes and I thinks that's pretty it for this chapter at least.
Disclaimer I do not own Naruto and co nor do I make money from this fic
Prologue
Soft grunts and groan echoed in the dimly lit room. Skin slapped against skin as the man furiously moved, haggard breaths puffed out in small wisp of smoke due the near freezing temperature but the man was immune to it. If anything the cold air was heaven upon his heated and burning skin due to the current activity he was indulging himself in.
Long slender fingers dug rather harshly into the deathly pale hips of the man beneath him, pulling him further down thrusting deeper and harder painfully so. But the other did not complain about the abuse his body was enduring, nothing about the blood that caked his thighs or the bruising that should've shown up upon his hip from the harshness of the grip had this been a normal situation.
No the man did not complain. For you see the man's body was numbed to all sensation. He could not feel the throbbing heat pounding angrily against his abused entrance. Could not hear the sounds as skin slapped against skin in a sickeningly manner. Could not scream out in pain, for his body was definitely being torn in two.
Because you see, the man lying on the table, bed mate to the other; had died a week ago.
Only an empty shell known as the body remained a body another man was taking pleasure from.
You would think that this would turn the man off, an empty unmoving vessel, unable to moan in pleasure or cry in pain. Just capable of laying there emotionless unseeing, unknowing of what was happening to him. All this should have made him the last person to attract the man's attention, yet it was this very factor that attracted his attention.
The feel of the ice cold body wrapped around him, the contrasting heat from his own body all heightened his pleasure. He cared not for sounds, for caresses, for anything a living partner could give him. All he wanted was the unfeeling bodies, for him to consume entirely.
None the less though he still had his limitations only those whose body retained a perfect shape.
Despite being a week old the man still retained his beauty, died apparently from a heart attack surprisingly since he was only 30 yet nothing was impossible.
Raggedy dark brown locks laid flat lifeless against his skull, eyes were closed but from the report it had written chocolate brown eyes. Formerly tanned skin now the colour all corpses gained covered a deliciously muscled body. He was a striking male specimen, undoubtedly a ladies man with a girlfriend or two when he was alive.
But the thing that had caught his attention especially was the two red triangular tattoos on the man face, although they were far more beautiful now, brilliant crimson red shining upon white skin.
No the man couldn't resist, he just had to have a taste and oh how it was utterly worth it.
The burning pleasure that built inside him, a coil ready to burst, nothing could compare.
Faster, faster.
Closer and closer.
He could feel it, almost so close.
It was coming the euphoria ready to burst.
Harder.
Deeper.
He was relentless ramming into the other like a mad man.
Almost it was closing in on him
With a final thrust his body tensed, stilling as he erupted into the unmoving body beneath him.
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