Red Tide
By: Willawillakola
Disclaimer: All the standard ones apply
Warning: nasty and insane
Rating: R or more likely NC-17
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i.
The night before Lucius was taken to the Far East he stood on the porch, watching the half moon, golden knee breeches pulled down, twitching and yanking his sex. The colour of the bruise on it was destined to become glistening violet upon daybreak. The noises came stumping over his frozen lashes. He winced. He stepped inside, packed his fuzzy blue slippers and gutting knife inside an old shawl and waited on his bed.
ii.
He was given his own harem. It was plagued with prostitutes who lay on their backs all year waiting to become pregnant. Once the baby was born, they would put a pillow on the baby's head and sat on it until the creature was stifled. On the fist day Lucius tore his valance into rags and tied his ankles to the bedposts. The knife was subtle and luminescent when it descended upon his skin. Crimson spider webs were coiling over his thighs and belly. He entered a large darkness before he could castrate himself.
iii.
The scars remained like wide mouths on his prepubescent flesh. Lucius was hungry. He gave himself a peck on the lips and slipped into scarlet silk robes. Outside the heat was rising and rats and roaches crawled against flat surfaces. Lucius smiled as he dragged a kitten's intestines out with his teeth. He floated in the sun drawing dark circles under his eyes and trying to wipe up his smile of blood.
iv.
The musicians surrounded Lucius. He surrendered. He looked demure. He was consumed in a flash of lust, heat, and glitter. They plucked his nipples like dark flowers. He was a hollow skull with twin moons for eyes. He had a spark of heaven clashing with inferno on his lips. He was all glass when they pinned him to the sky. They could see stars floating in a pool of blood in his tummy.