Hellfire and Brimstone
May. 26th, 2008 06:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sapphoatsunsetTitle: Hellfire and Brimstone
Author: beililee
Rating: R
Pairing: Eunhyuk X Shiwon
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: #80 - Crackle (25 of 100)
Series: Even Good Can Be Twisted Into Evil
Word Count: 663
Warning: religion misused, fire play
Previous Chapters: Try Your Hardest and Leave the Rest to God || Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death || A Mass of Nerves || Misunderstandings and Comfort
A/N: 100 Fic Archive ♥ The previous chapters are in chronological order. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yoomie because she was so insistent that this get done. ^.~
It wasn’t until later, the rest of the members conveniently out once more, that Eunhyuk realized the error of his ways. One does not mess with God’s toys and expect to have happiness.
It shouldn’t have shocked him so much when Shiwon burst into the room, eyes blazing with a fire that matched the flames of hell, angry, unforgiving, demented. Of course, what is to be expected when one is out of the loop. He had just been a good hyung to his dongsaeng; should he get punished for that?
Yes. Yes, when the dongsaeng was Shiwon’s property, Shiwon’s toy. Yes, when Shiwon was trying his hardest to bend the dongsaeng’s will to his. Yes. Now his elder must pay, hellfire and brimstone, life and death hanging in a precarious balance.
“Eunhyuk. You fucking knew better than to do that. What did you learn in church as a child? Oh yeah! That’s fucking right. ‘You shall not covet your neighbor’s house, you shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor anything else that is your neighbor’s.’ News fucking flash! KIBUM IS MINE!” He enunciated the statement by shoving the other to the floor at his feet.
“Now, you must pay for breaking one of the Ten Commandments. And pay well you will.” Shiwon’s face twisted in sadistic anticipation of the pain he would mete out. “Perhaps, perhaps a little taste of hell would deter you from future iniquities.” A boxes of matches was revealed and Eunhyuk cowered in fear, his eyes wider than saucers and devoid of anything save fright.
A light flashed in the room, a match struck, and, had the situation been different, it would have been beautiful. Flames dance and twirl and wax poetic, but when used towards sadistic ends the flames leap and scorch, sear and burn, mocking and arrogant in the existence.
“One little flame. It can’t do much damage, right?” Shiwon chuckled as his elder whimpered and scurried further into the corner, effectively trapping himself. “I could test the theory, or you could strip. Your choice. The only choice you get tonight, hyung” the mocking evident in his tone.
Eunhyuk’s hands shook as he removed his clothing, not daring to look up at the younger; thus, he missed the light bulb go off above Shiwon’s head.
“Look at this hyung,” the younger said when the elder was finally naked. “Look at how giddy the flame is because of your fear. This is more fun than it has had in a long time. God forbid I be the one who squelches its joy.” He brought the flame within a hair’s breadth of the elder’s nose, careful not to laugh at the cross-eyed terror present in the other.
When it loses its strength, another flaming match appears in its place, the dead falling forgotten to burn its lingering heat into Eunhyuk’s bared skin. Shiwon brought the new flame closer, dancing it near the elder’s chest, arms, legs, smiling when the smell of singed hair appeared. “I’m not sure if this is an adequate taste of hell. Perhaps I ought to actually let a flame burn you…” he commented as he struck another match, working his way through an entire box until it became a burnt pile, exuding wisps of smoke.
Eunhyuk had long since turned on the faucet of his tears, salty drops leaving their tracks on his skin, but the idea of more was too much. He cried out, screaming “no!” as he watched a scene of demonic laughter and fire.
“Then, unless you want me to come back and melt your body, cell by fucking cell, LEAVE MY PROPERTY ALONE.”
He strode out of the room, leaving his weeping elder behind, a raging hard-on tenting his pants as he searched for the home of his release, eagerly wishing to thrust and finish, but only after a little punishment. One does not turn their back on God.
Author: beililee
Rating: R
Pairing: Eunhyuk X Shiwon
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: #80 - Crackle (25 of 100)
Series: Even Good Can Be Twisted Into Evil
Word Count: 663
Warning: religion misused, fire play
Previous Chapters: Try Your Hardest and Leave the Rest to God || Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death || A Mass of Nerves || Misunderstandings and Comfort
A/N: 100 Fic Archive ♥ The previous chapters are in chronological order. For
yoomie because she was so insistent that this get done. ^.~It wasn’t until later, the rest of the members conveniently out once more, that Eunhyuk realized the error of his ways. One does not mess with God’s toys and expect to have happiness.
It shouldn’t have shocked him so much when Shiwon burst into the room, eyes blazing with a fire that matched the flames of hell, angry, unforgiving, demented. Of course, what is to be expected when one is out of the loop. He had just been a good hyung to his dongsaeng; should he get punished for that?
Yes. Yes, when the dongsaeng was Shiwon’s property, Shiwon’s toy. Yes, when Shiwon was trying his hardest to bend the dongsaeng’s will to his. Yes. Now his elder must pay, hellfire and brimstone, life and death hanging in a precarious balance.
“Eunhyuk. You fucking knew better than to do that. What did you learn in church as a child? Oh yeah! That’s fucking right. ‘You shall not covet your neighbor’s house, you shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor anything else that is your neighbor’s.’ News fucking flash! KIBUM IS MINE!” He enunciated the statement by shoving the other to the floor at his feet.
“Now, you must pay for breaking one of the Ten Commandments. And pay well you will.” Shiwon’s face twisted in sadistic anticipation of the pain he would mete out. “Perhaps, perhaps a little taste of hell would deter you from future iniquities.” A boxes of matches was revealed and Eunhyuk cowered in fear, his eyes wider than saucers and devoid of anything save fright.
A light flashed in the room, a match struck, and, had the situation been different, it would have been beautiful. Flames dance and twirl and wax poetic, but when used towards sadistic ends the flames leap and scorch, sear and burn, mocking and arrogant in the existence.
“One little flame. It can’t do much damage, right?” Shiwon chuckled as his elder whimpered and scurried further into the corner, effectively trapping himself. “I could test the theory, or you could strip. Your choice. The only choice you get tonight, hyung” the mocking evident in his tone.
Eunhyuk’s hands shook as he removed his clothing, not daring to look up at the younger; thus, he missed the light bulb go off above Shiwon’s head.
“Look at this hyung,” the younger said when the elder was finally naked. “Look at how giddy the flame is because of your fear. This is more fun than it has had in a long time. God forbid I be the one who squelches its joy.” He brought the flame within a hair’s breadth of the elder’s nose, careful not to laugh at the cross-eyed terror present in the other.
When it loses its strength, another flaming match appears in its place, the dead falling forgotten to burn its lingering heat into Eunhyuk’s bared skin. Shiwon brought the new flame closer, dancing it near the elder’s chest, arms, legs, smiling when the smell of singed hair appeared. “I’m not sure if this is an adequate taste of hell. Perhaps I ought to actually let a flame burn you…” he commented as he struck another match, working his way through an entire box until it became a burnt pile, exuding wisps of smoke.
Eunhyuk had long since turned on the faucet of his tears, salty drops leaving their tracks on his skin, but the idea of more was too much. He cried out, screaming “no!” as he watched a scene of demonic laughter and fire.
“Then, unless you want me to come back and melt your body, cell by fucking cell, LEAVE MY PROPERTY ALONE.”
He strode out of the room, leaving his weeping elder behind, a raging hard-on tenting his pants as he searched for the home of his release, eagerly wishing to thrust and finish, but only after a little punishment. One does not turn their back on God.
no subject
Date: 2008-05-27 12:00 am (UTC):P First spot for both?
no subject
Date: 2008-05-27 12:39 am (UTC)=]
Date: 2008-05-27 01:59 am (UTC)How this all comes out of your head so fast I'll never know (it's not speed right?).
But this was terrifyingly wonderful!!
Each word is etched into my head and I was right there!
Amazing!
Favorite:
He brought the flame within a hair’s breadth of the elder’s nose, careful not to laugh at the cross-eyed terror present in the other.
I don't know....it just scared me in a way good way.
Re: =]
Date: 2008-05-27 02:21 am (UTC)nope not speed ^^ just LOTS of free time atm ^^ <3
lol i liked that line too ^.~
<3