UchiSays: Ok, so I had goal with writing this story. I wanted to write a piece that "personifies" death. The narrator is supposed to be Harry, but as far as I can tell he's and unnamed, genderless character. I do hope you enjoy it.


Death's Debauchery

Death comes to me in the night, as silent as a predatory. I am awed by his presence, for there is no denying that he is beautiful. Tall, dark, and sensuous; I am amazed by how easy it would be for me to love him. I could love him. Love him so easily. Love him and no one else.

His smile is alluring and it pulls me in. He whispers my name and tells me that he loves me and that he has been waiting for me. I fall like a stone for his lies. His seductive voice sends shivers through me like ripples through a pool of water.

Death lays me down and strips me bare. He strips me of my courage, my pride, my resistance, and my fear. Until all I am is a boneless pile of anticipation craving his touch.

And touch me he does. His lips meet mind and I breath him in. I know that I am lost to him forever more at this point. Cool fingers caresses my skin and my body hums for him. His poison kisses trail down my neck and all I can do is want. Each feel of his skin against mines fills me with heat. I am feverish, burning, and I want more of him.

Death enters me slow and gentle. He pauses to allow me to adjust and the moan that escapes my lips can be from either pain or pleasure. I do not know which and I do not wish to know. All I wish for at this moment is more of Death's gentle touches.

He is completely inside of me now, and never before have I felt so full and so connected to a lover. A moaned name freezes in my throat as Death pushes in and out of me. Everything is a pleasant blur. Every nerve ending in my body sings of pleasure as Death fills me and pays tribute to my sinfully needy flesh. More moans escape my lips, mixed with loud pants for breath. Death ups his pace and slams into me harder, faster, deeper, more! I cry out and hold him in my arms as I search for completion.

A few thrusts and gentle touches later everything explodes into the blessed white of nothingness.

Death falls heavy onto me. Our bodies are slick with sweat and the fruits of our sin. He whispers more lies into my ears. My breaths come in loud pants and my heart beats feebly. Death presses closer to me as my breaths slow and my eyes fall close. He whispers for me to rest. He promises he'll be there when I wake. He swears he'll remain by my side for eternity, but first I must rest.

As my mind begins to shut down and my heart gives up its futile fight to beat on, I realize it's no longer a matter of 'I could love him' because at this moment I do love him. I love him more than anything in the world. With one last breath, I concede.

Death wraps me in his arms and holds me close. With no resistance, I sleep forever in my lover's embrace.