Author: Lipstickcat
E-mail: [email protected]
Fandom: None. Original fiction
Pairing: Ethon/Caradoc
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Only that its original fiction�
Disclaimer: Actually, these guys do belong to me *g*
Notes: The first of my one hour fics for the Halloween challenge.
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Caradoc sat patiently in the light of the moon and waited. Stellar beams filtered through the branches of the tree above him, washing across his silver striped coat and making it shimmer with every cool breeze that ruffled his fur.
This was where he had died; his master, Ethon. It had been years now, he�d lost count of how many. He�d tried to return here several times before, but in this helpless form he was defenceless. He�d had many homes and many names. It had never felt undignified, being somebody�s cat. He was never a possession, always free to leave when he felt him calling. He had never been love starved, but not a day had passed when he hadn�t yearned for him.
Beyond the sounds of the forest, he could hear children�s laughter, and beneath that, a whispering rustle as the dead stirred and watched the waking world with awe and jealousy.
Tonight was the night. Caradoc could feel it tugging at his being; Ethon was coming. A part of him wondered if it was only a coincidence that Ethon should be resurrected on All Hallow�s Eve. His whiskers pulled back as he attempted a smile on his feline face. That wasn�t for him to know, or to understand. Matters of magic were left to his master.
The leaves in the tree were turning brown, some of them already lost to the autumn fall. The clouds cleared and moonlight filtered through burnished oranges and scarlet reds, making the branches seem on fire. The wind blew stronger, buffeting him now, and, as it moved over his body, it warmed. Caradoc faced into the wind, squinting as it whipped against his face, ears flattened to his skull. He was determined to watch, regardless.
There was a flash of white light and the crisp crunch of dead leaves being trodden, the sound clear over the howl of the wind. Caradoc blinked and the gale instantly dropped, the temperature returning to its autumnal chill. When he reopened his eyes, he was there.
Ethon was the same as he�d always remembered. His blond hair fell down his back in kinks and curls. Some strands were braided and sported exotic feathers and beads. He was wearing nothing and his skin was tanned the colour of worn bronze.
Instantly, he bent down and scooped Caradoc into his arms. He held him close and nuzzled his cheek against his silky fur in a loving greeting. Caradoc nuzzled back, a purr beginning to rumble deep inside him.
�Caradoc!� he held the cat at arms length, smiling broadly, lips rosy, blue eyes sparkling. �I�ve been waiting for you.�
He put the cat down and stepped back. Caradoc let his eyes fall shut as a familiar feeling set his fur on end. It had been so long. When he reopened his eyes, he was standing upright, face to face with his beloved master. He was also naked, but a fine coat of silver streaked fur covered his skin. Ethon reached out, skimming his palms over the curve of the catman�s bicep, before raising his hand and cupping his elegant face.
�I�ve missed you so much,� Caradoc told him with a pained smile; he was so happy, he wanted to cry.
Ethon closed the gap between them; pressing their warm bodies together, tasting his familiar�s soft pale lips with a gentle passion. His hands strayed, pushing up against the velvety fur, until he was running his fingers through the short ashen hair and scratching his nails softly against ears like the softest suede. Caradoc tilted his head into the touch, his earlier purr rising up in his throat again and rumbling against the blond�s lips.
His mouth parted to his master�s tongue, allowing it access to the moist cavern beyond. Ethon ran his tongue along sharp canines and over the ridges on the roof of his mouth, sending delicious tingles through Caradoc�s mouth. Slowly, they lay down together, the leaves beneath them crunched as they made them their bed.
Carefully keeping the tail out of the way, Ethon hooked the moon-kissed creature�s legs over his hips and prepared him. Caradoc hissed when he entered him and bared his fangs, but it was the sweetest of pains and he was with his Ethon again. His tail flicked and twitched in the leaves in time with the rhythm that his master built up. As a warm hand wrapped around his aching erection, he moaned.
Ethon leaned over him, golden hair spilling over his shoulders and across his back. A feather, a downy blur of turquoise and purple, brushed across his cheek and Caradoc couldn�t help but bat at it playfully. The satin soft pads of his fingertips brushed over the sorcerer�s cheek and he laughed out loud, even in the heat of passion. Eyes that shone as bright as the morning sky twinkled, soft laughter lines creasing like rays of sunlight.
He ducked down and kissed Caradoc, and the catman closed his eyes, lost in the devotion he felt for the person above him. All he could feel was his master; inside of him, covering him. He was back where he belonged.
The pace picked up as Ethon neared his climax, breathy pants and moans escaping between kisses. One hand stroked Caradoc�s arousal as the cat�s whole body vibrated with pleasure. His tail whipped as he writhed beneath his master, tickling against his thighs and buttocks.
When he reopened his eyes, he was sure that the tree�s branches were ablaze. He could see the dancing flames, stark against the night sky. He could hear the roar of the fire. He felt warmed by it, by Ethon�s presence. So many times he had sat in the sun, feeling its rays soak into his blood and bones, thinking of Ethon. But nothing compared to the consuming warmth of being with him.
Ethon pumped hard, thrusting into Caradoc�s body uncontrollably. As he came, he cried out, a deep long moan that would echo through Caradoc�s memory for years to come. It didn�t take many more strokes for the catman to follow, his cry a yowl that filled the night sky and made people shiver in their beds.
They lay together, Caradoc curled up at his master�s side, his tail weaved between their legs. Ethon lazily tickled him under his chin and he tipped his head back further, whiskers twitching with a real smile. The tree was no longer burning, he noted, although he had no doubt that it had been.
�I have to go soon,� Ethon�s voice was regretful, but matter of fact.
Caradoc made a lilting, questioning sound in the back of his throat.
�People don�t come back from the dead,� he leaned across and nuzzled his face to his familiar�s. �Nature doesn�t allow it.�
Caradoc felt tired and he knew that it was the sorcerer�s doing. He didn�t want to sleep, but he was so content, lying here, feeling his master�s hands running over his fur so lovingly. The fuzziness of sleep was unavoidable.
When he awoke he was alone, his tail curled over his feline muzzle to keep his nose warm. Languidly, he stirred and stretched, paws reaching out in front of him, working out the stiffness of the cold air seeping into his bones. He could no longer hear the children, or the whispers of otherworldly creatures. Halloween was over.
As he left the forest, in search of a comfortable bed until the sun returned to warm him, he remembered the last words he had heard:
�Be here next year.�