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Voyeur

Notes: It’s all Eleanor K’s fault. She showed me the pretty. I read the pretty, I drooled over the pretty. I sent the pretty back. The pretty came back to haunt me. In one last, final act of revenge, I made her beta it.




The Seer idly reaches out, touches the mirror in front of her and frowns slightly in confusion at the scene that appears. Bright blonde hair flowing down, brushing the pale pink of naked skin, drifting back and forth as the head it’s attached to moves slowly up and down. A long-fingered hand appears in the frame of her vision and comes down gently on the blonde locks and suddenly everything snaps into place. A feral smile graces her beautiful face as she adjusts the focus of her mirror, widening the view to include the man to whom the hand belongs.

Eclipse, propped up on several pillows, leans against the head board of an enormous, opulent bed, head thrown back, hair darker than the darkest pit fanned out around him. His eyes are closed, but his mouth is open slightly and his bare chest heaves as he pants for air.

She is almost shocked. Lord Raenef, *the* Lord Raenef is servicing his tutor like a cheap whore. It is too delicious for words. She regrets that no sounds accompany the images as the hand tightens ever so slightly and Eclipse’s mouth falls open in what she can only imagine is a loud moan as a perceptible shudder flows through his body.

The head stops moving, and then Lord Raenef sits up, the image of a contented cat that has just gotten into the cream, pink tongue licking wet, swollen lips. Eclipse’s eyes open to slits, and then he reaches out and pulls the Lord to him and captures his mouth in a deep kiss. One hand curled around Lord Raenef’s head, the other in the small of his back, Eclipse sits up slowly and bows the smaller demon back; Lord Raenef bends like bamboo until he’s lying flat against the mattress, knees bent at a sharp angle, Eclipse covering his body, their lips still locked in a passionate kiss.

Lord Raenef stretches his arms up, over his head, and Eclipse follows the motion with his hands, running them along the tight muscles until their fingers meet and curl together. Eclipse finally breaks the kiss and looks down at the Lord with such fondness that the Seer gasps aloud in shock.

Eclipse starts a long, slow slide down Lord Raenef’s body, licking and nipping at his skin. The demon lord squirms and arches, but his hands remain above his head, twisting together as his lips part and he gasps for air. Eclipse drags his thumbs over Lord Raenef’s tiny pink nipples, and the Seer can almost feel the sharp peaks of skin under the pads of her own thumbs. Lower and lower, Eclipse slides, his hair trailing down Lord Raenef’s pale skin, looking all the darker for the contrast.

He finally reaches his goal, and with a practiced motion, Eclipse flips his hair out of the way, giving the Seer an unobscured view of his mouth as he begins a slow torture. Lord Raenef twists and bucks, arching as much as his position allows while Eclipse splays a hand over his stomach to keep him still. She imagines she can hear Lord Raenef’s cries of pleasure as the young demon’s mouth opens. Eclipse’s other hand creeps slowly down Lord Raenef’s thigh, sliding in between the splayed legs and under the Lord’s body. She can’t see what he does, but she can imagine as the lithe body arches off the bed, every tendon pulled taut like a bow string.

Lord Raenef’s hands finally disengage each other and they come down and bury themselves in Eclipse’s hair as his hips thrust back and forth uncontrollably. With one final thrust, Lord Raenef collapses back onto the bed, limp as a rag. The lord’s eyes flutter closed and he falls asleep, his fingers still tightly entwined in Eclipse’s hair.

Eclipse murmurs words she cannot hear, kisses Lord Raenef’s sweat-dampened skin, and then he gently eases Lord Raenef’s legs out of their awkward position. With one last slow caress to his Lord’s thigh, Eclipse rests his head on his stomach and joins him in sleep.

The Seer reaches out and disengages the mirror. At least now she knows why he’s resisted her advances so persistently. Only one question remains; does she tell the others?