(A/N: WARNING: This story is rated for 'sexual content' …and the usual 'language' that peppers my stories. Read on…but you have been warned - grins...)
(Disclaimer: Don't own anything Supernatural related; the following story and the characters of Riley and Dee belongs to me)
Requiem.
Chapter One.
The harsh slap of leather against skin…
"Dies iræ, dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla,
teste David cum Sibylla..."
A leathery slap that now trailed blood…
"Dies iræ, dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla,
teste David cum Sibylla..."
A blood-drawn whip that brought an iniquitous smile…
"Dies iræ, dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla,
teste David cum Sibylla..."
Another flesh-scouring lash that lit manic eyes…
"Dies iræ, dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla,
teste David cum Sibylla..."
A further strike, eating into flesh and opening a depraved mind…
"Dies iræ, dies illa
Solvet sæclum in favilla,
teste David cum Sibylla..."
His head was bowed; the sharp stones digging into his knees as his right hand continued the flagellation. Blood ran in rivulets down his scoured back; the flesh raw and open, replacing the old scars with new as he smiled. The slices to his scalp made when hacking off his hair, snaked down his face and head, joining the blood at his back as it wove into a river and flowed down his torso.
Blood flew in arcs around the dark forest; staining the greenery red; the leaf litter floating in a sea of crimson around his kneeling form. Shadows ruled the landscape as his Latin cadence rose with every lash; his strokes becoming more fervoured as his litany intensified. His arm flew over his left shoulder; the ball-bearings attached to the flail, struck bone and he threw back his head and roared the verse…
"DIES IRÆ, DIES ILLA
SOLVET SÆCLUM IN FAVILLA,
TESTE DAVID CUM SIBYLLA..."
A low rumble began deep beneath the earth; a menacing growl that thundered towards him. The ground shook; spattering his naked form with blood spilled. The trees that surrounded the small clearing bent earthward; bowing down and humbling themselves to the entity that was being summoned. The air took on a crushing density as the forest seemed to weep at the power being drawn to their paradise.
He felt the steps that shook the forest floor; felt the evil that invaded the woods and he shivered with excitement as he shouted his plea to the heavens…
"DIES IRÆ, DIES ILLA
SOLVET SÆCLUM IN FAVILLA,
TESTE DAVID CUM SIBYLLA..."
The bitter wind enveloped him, bringing a caustic sting to his wounds. And as he felt the bleak fingers scrape down his chest, marking him; the disciple supplicated himself at the feet of his deity
"Do you dream?" was the question that raked into his corrupt psyche.
"I dream of you" he answered; his lips brushing the dirt in which he lay.
"Are dreams no more than pathways for our deepest desires, our darkest fears?"
He smiled at the question "They are your weapon against those that have committed the ultimate betrayal"
"They are one of them" came the iniquitous reply; and he could hear the baneful laugh that sat just below the surface of his master "You have found the one I seek?"
He braced himself for the attack he knew was coming; his groin pushing painfully against the earth in glorious anticipation "I have found a link to your prey"
His head was jerked up; fingers squeezing painfully as they slid under his scalp. He moaned in barely contained ecstasy as his pale blue eyes stared into the malevolent, ancient eyes of his owner. And he smiled as razor sharp fingers tore into his chest again; slicing him from hip to shoulder. He gasped in pleasure; his arousal clearly evident as he was punished for his failure.
He cried out in orgasmic pain as fingers raked at him; ripping into his flesh as his blood mixed with the earth. He threw his arms wide; his head thrown back in ecstasy as he begged for more. His pleas were answered as his flesh was torn. Deep furrows littered his torso; small, iridescent glimpses of rib shone brightly through his shredded chest; his smile growing ever wider as he spasms wracked his body.
He screamed in rapture as he erupted; emptying himself on the feet of his master; finally falling at those same feet as his mutilated chest heaved in spent delirium.
"Rise" came the order.
He lifted his face; rising slowly, his head bowed in servitude "I am your loyal servant"
A long finger reached out and lifted his chin, He stared into the bottomless depths of two obsidian eyes that seemed to glow in manic exuberance.
"We have begun…"
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Sweat glistened on his body as a smile graced his lips. His hands ran slowly up her stomach,;teasing her as she teased him. He watched her; her eyes closed and her head thrown back; her movements slow and rhythmic as she drew it out…moving for her pleasure and his. He pulled her down; wanting to feel her body against his; their sweat mixing as his lips found hers. Their tongues performed a graceful dance as he rolled over; his body sliding against hers as pushed slow and deep.
Desire, the only sounds that filled the room as she ran her hands over his body; her fingernails scraping up his back and urging him on; winding into his hair as she pulled him hard against her. Her legs wrapped around him; holding him in place as his hand travelled over the firm but supple body underneath him; down to her ass; lifting her; wanting to be deeper; wanting more…and more…and more.
She rolled him back; their movements now more urgent as lust and passion raged through them. He rolled her this time; neither of them able to keep still as they used every part of the bed to try and satisfy a hunger that had been building since their first meeting. An insatiable need that overrode everything else.
But the bed couldn't contain them; and he slid from it, taking her with him. Their kiss not breaking as he pushed her against the wall; holding her hands above her head as he rocked his hips. He dropped his lips to her neck; kissing and biting; her moans of pleasure igniting an engulfing fire in him; her whispered pleas for 'more' spurring him on; driving him crazy.
The heat of the room matched the heated fire blazing within them; a fire that couldn't be extinguished. Nor did they want it to be. They revelled in the body against theirs; lips against lips, breasts against chest as they joined in searing passion.
He couldn't get enough of her; hearing her, smelling her, tasting her and when she began to shake, her whispered mantra of 'moremoremore' elicited his moans. He bit down hard; marking her as his…it was only fair; she owned him. She threw back her head as she cried out and he let her hands fall as he held tight to her slick body.
Her hands wound into his hair and she pulled his head back; lifting his gaze to hers. And when he looked into her eyes, he felt himself tense; and she said the one word that would drive him over the edge.
His body exploded in unimaginable bliss; his nerves on fire as cried out her name; his gaze locked to hers as she shuddered with him. Their gasps now filled the room as they rocked and swayed; discovering a deeper pleasure…a craving for each other. He pushed her hard against the wall; not wanting this to end; her not-so-quiet pleas letting him know she didn't either. He leaned in; running his tongue across her lips before it delved inside; looking for its partner. Their rhythm increasing again as they built towards another heat-filled eruption.
This time their moans were held between their kiss; locking them together in ecstasy so intense, it rocked them both. They broke the kiss only to scream out their pleasure; every sense afire as they drowned in each other…
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He walked through the darkness; wispy tendrils of fog swirling around his ankles as the crescent moon cast eerie shadows on and around him. Nothing but silence filled his surroundings…well almost nothing. He could hear his heart beating furiously in his chest; hear the blood rushing through his ears as he tried to calm his ragged breathing.
His breath pushed out ahead of him, frigid air cloaking him as icy sweat stole down his brow. Sweat borne out of premonistic fear. He tried to lift a hand to brush at it but the only movement allowed him was the steady progression of his feet as they took an unknown path.
The chill sank deeper; numbing his skin as it cut into his muscles. He hunched his shoulders against the now biting wind; willing his feet to stop but they refused to listen. He pushed onwards; his lips now blue as his body shook; fighting against the icy mist that curled up his legs; legs that were starting to slowly fail him.
He stumbled; trying to put his hands out to stop his fall. The fear that surged through him at the thought of sinking into the fog, was greater than any fear he'd felt before. But that fear was overridden as he felt glacial fingers grab his deadened arms, squeezing painfully as he was righted. The not-so-gentle push of those fingers were like arctic needles in his back as he was propelled forward.
He tried to control the chattering of his teeth; tried to control the violent shivering but everything here was out of his control. The only thing he held jurisdiction over was his fear. He took an icy breath; the air stinging his lungs as he fought the fear back. Defiance rising through him as his wintry journey continued.
The darkness began to recede; and he looked down. The fog at his feet now a gauzy mist and he now understood his fear of the vapour. Screaming faces; howling visages; terror filled eyes and open mouthed shrieks swirled in the cursed smoke. Anguished eyes in woeful suffering screaming out at him; outstretched arms beseeching him…
He tried to lift his head from the tormented swamp but his eyes were held fast; forced to watch as the faces now turned. The tortuous screams slowly changing. The screams that were now malevolent laughter; the anguished eyes that were now lit with depraved madness; the beseeching arms that now dragged at him.
The frosty fingers of the damnable swamp dug painfully into his calves; clawing their way upwards as they tried pull him into their embrace. Their acid-filled laughter filled his ears as it echoed soullessly around this hellish place. The smoky tendrils snaking up his body; curling round him as it tightened. His breathing became laboured as the breath was forced from his lungs. The smoke coiled round his throat; raising up as it bobbed and weaved in front of his eyes…poised to strike. He opened his mouth to scream as the smoke took on a familiar face…
The mist struck…
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Dean sat up slowly; his body slick with sweat and he groaned as the damp sheets stuck to him. What was he? A twelve year old boy now? He looked over at Sam; his arm was thrown over his eyes as he snored softly. Good, he thought. The last thing he needed was Sammy waking up now and taking the piss. He laughed softly to himself as he kicked the stained sheets back and went to the bathroom; taking the piss. Funny how that phrase popped up.
He closed the door to the bathroom quietly and started the shower. A cold one. He stepped under the numbing water and let is slide over his body; the shock of the icy jets in stark contrast to the heat of the dream.
He hung his head; the water beating an arctic drum against his neck as he tried to forget about the dream. It was no use; it had seemed so damn real. Like she'd been in the room with him. He sighed and raised his face to the water; this wasn't like him. Yeah, he liked her and they were pretty close after all they'd been through...and those three days…he grinned to himself; well that'd been a hell of a ride. But they hadn't spoken in almost two months. And now she's showing up in his dreams?
He shook his head and looked at his watch; just after 3am here. So what damn time was it there? Didn't matter. He stepped from the shower; leaving the water running as he wrapped a towel around his waist; slipping from the bathroom and grabbing his phone. He looked over at Sam and saw his brother shiver. He went to the motel window and closed it; pulling a blanket over Sam before going back to the bathroom.
He left the shower running; he wanted privacy for this phone call. Not that he knew what he was going to say, but there was more to this dream than just some...well, there was just more to it.
He stared at the bathroom door as his phone made the connection…the same connection that had been made in his dream.
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Sam sat up quickly; a strangled gasp caught in his throat as his eyes skittered about the motel room "JesusJesusJesus..." he muttered as he pulled the blanket around him in an effort to stop his shivering. What the hell kind of dream….no, not a dream; a freakin' nightmare. And one of the worst one's he'd ever had; and he'd had some pretty shitty ones so that was a damn big call.
His eyes flicked to the bathroom as he finally noticed the running water of the shower. He looked at his watch; 3.14am. What the hell was Dean doing having a shower now? But he didn't get time to ponder that question as another shiver stole through him; bringing him back to the nightmarish horror.
He picked at the memories of it; gathering what he could before it all started to disappear. The biting cold; the loss of control over his body; the faces..Jesus…the faces. He ran his hands over his face; ignoring the slight tremble in his fingers as they pushed through his hair. But it was that last face that had him worried. That last face that had pushed into him, screaming in violent rage.
He looked towards the bathroom door again as he reached for his phone. He stopped mid-reach as he saw the bruises that were beginning to form on his arms. The bruises from the icy fingers that had grabbed him in the nightmare; digging painfully into his arms. Oh, this was not good. He grabbed the phone; scrolling through the names til he found the one he needed. He had to do this quickly; the last thing he needed was for Dean to come out and see the worry on his face…worry that was tinged with fear.
He stared at the bathroom door as his phone made the connection…the same connection that had been made in his nightmare.
To be continued…