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said_scarlett) wrote2007-05-09 12:55 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2007-05-09 12:55 pm
Nosferaru; R; Tamaki/Elena/Haruhi
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chocomimi. I promised her Elena/Haruhi Tamaki Inner Mind Theater fantasy-smut a very long time ago, and here it is. :D
Title: Nosferatu
Fandom:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
damned
Rating: R
Pairings: Elena/Haruhi, Tamaki/Elena/Haruhi
Word Count: 1,068
Warnings: Tamaki-esque prose?
Summary: Tamaki couldn't help his fantasies. As embarrassed as he was, he couldn't help them.
It was one of Tamaki’s favorite fantasies. A mountain castle, stone and imposing, set high above the forests of Romania. Turrets stretched up to the star filled sky, a balcony beneath the moonlight. The moon was full, and dark clouds as thin as smoke drifted across it. Somewhere, a wolf howled.
The balcony. Round and embraced by an intricately carved stonework railing. Beneath it, a lake, black and silver in the moonlight. Curtains, pale and gauzy and white fluttered in the breeze. The balcony doors were open. Inside, a lavish bedroom suite. A princess canopy bed, plush and opulent. A fireplace, marble and lavish. A vanity, gilded and delicate. At the vanity, two young women. Haruhi sat, clothed in a pale pink Victorian nightgown, empire waisted and flowing. Behind her, standing, in similar nightclothes only pale green, stood Elena. She held an ivory hairbrush, one small hand on Haruhi’s shoulder.
They spoke, but Tamaki paid no attention to the words. Elena ran the brush through Haruhi’s hair, moving it slowly and gently like a lover’s caress. Haruhi’s head fell back, into the brush strokes, her pale and slender throat exposed. Such pale skin! So enticing! Oh, to press his lips against the hollow of that perfect throat!
Usually, Tamaki’s guilt and propriety got the better of him and he shook himself from his musings at this point. But this time… Elena’s hand moved on Haruhi’s shoulders, massaging softly. Haruhi moaned, quietly. She titled her head back and the brush fell from Elena’s hand. Elena leaned down, blond hair framing her face. Time paused, spun out like crystal as brown eyes met for a moment, sharing some special secret. And then, oh and then! Girlish lips met girlish lips, soft and pale and pink.
Tamaki’s heart raced. Elena’s hands rested on Haruhi’s shoulders as the two kissed, shyly, cheeks flushed with a rose blush. Elena pulled away first, her face turned down coquettishly. She reached her hand out for Haruhi, drawing the darker haired girl up to her feet. They stood on the hard wood floor, hands held lightly, and kissed once more. Tamaki felt his skin heat as he saw it so clearly in his mind.
Haruhi’s hands were on Elena’s hips, delicate fingers pressed firmly against pale green silk. Elena tipped back Haruhi’s head, kissing her deeply. Her arms wrapped around the other girl to pull her close, pressing their slim bodies tightly against one another’s. Was there ever so erotic a sight as two innocent maids twined together in the throes of passion?
The fantasy took a different turn. Tamaki himself, clothed in black velvet and satin, cloak wrapped about his body, watching from the balcony. Watching as Elena’s hands threaded through Haruhi’s hair, watching as Elena’s tongue traced the delicate curves of Haruhi’s lips. He gripped the curtains, stomach twisting as he watched the beautiful girls kiss and touch and move against one another.
Elena’s fingers cupped Haruhi’s cheek, then moved. Slender digits trailed down Haruhi’s neck, her beautiful, swanlike neck, to rest at the swell of her small breasts. Tamaki’s breath hitched in his throat, in flesh and in fantasy. Moonlight streamed in, bathing them both in silver and gold. He couldn’t restrain himself any longer. The vampire lord Tamaki slipped into the room, silent as a shadow.
“Beautiful maidens,” he hissed, seductively. “You have captured my heart.”
They broke away from one another, flushing, eyes downcast. Blushing maids, so nubile and ripe, painted in tones of feminine desire. It set his blood to boil!
“Do not be alarmed or ashamed, my beauties. Truly, your embrace has inflamed me! I mean you no harm, but how could one such as I resist your charms?” He moved across the room, to stand before them, placing his fingers beneath each of their chins. Such beauty, such grace, such delicacy! What monster would he be, to pierce those slender necks? The mere thought made him swoon with horror! No, he had no wish to sate his blood lust on two such creatures as these. It was another lust they inspired in him....
To each, he gave a kiss. First to Elena, pressing his lips against hers. Such wonderful lips! Smooth and silken and dabbed with perfumed oils that tasted of soft spices. Then to Haruhi, and he felt everything stop for a moment as his lips met hers. Even in fantasy, her kiss stilled his heart and stole his breath.
The bed drew his attention. He took their hands, drawing them towards, then down onto it with him. He placed an arm about each of their waists, drawing them close, feeling their small breasts against him. He was lost in a cacophony of sensuality, soft lips at his necks, soft hands on his thighs. His own hands crept upwards, sliding along silk so soft and fine. His fingers brushed against the swell of girlish breasts, warm and soft and burning against his skin. He almost lost the fantasy then, guilt and embarrassment almost shattering it. But he held on, biting his lower lip.
In his fantasy, Tamaki’s hands closed gently over perfect, small breasts. Elena and Haruhi sighed, leaning into him, their hands moving over his chest and plucking at the buttons of his frock coat. Lips pressed against the sides of his neck, his cheeks, each fair maiden seeking and striving for his kiss. He obliged, lips capturing lips, searing kisses that inflamed and shamed him at once. Small hands slipped inside his coat to run along bare skin, Elena and Haruhi leaned across him, kissing one another as they touched him, as he touched them…
Flushed and flustered, Tamaki lost the thread of his fantasy. He blushed crimson, willing himself to relax, to calm down. He’d never allowed his waking fantasies to go that far! How would he ever be able to look at either Elena or Haruhi again? After thinking…. Well, those things about them! Chaste fantasies were all well and good, but that?
That had been downright pornographic!
And he couldn’t help but admit that he had enjoyed it. At least to himself! He couldn’t help it. He was sixteen years old! Propriety and manners just couldn’t stand forever in the face of a teenage libido. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would really feel like to touch…
No! No, he needed to calm down! He needed to get a hold of himself and get his mind off of such perverted thoughts!
Maybe a cold shower would do the trick…
chocomimi. I promised her Elena/Haruhi Tamaki Inner Mind Theater fantasy-smut a very long time ago, and here it is. :DTitle: Nosferatu
Fandom:
damnedRating: R
Pairings: Elena/Haruhi, Tamaki/Elena/Haruhi
Word Count: 1,068
Warnings: Tamaki-esque prose?
Summary: Tamaki couldn't help his fantasies. As embarrassed as he was, he couldn't help them.
It was one of Tamaki’s favorite fantasies. A mountain castle, stone and imposing, set high above the forests of Romania. Turrets stretched up to the star filled sky, a balcony beneath the moonlight. The moon was full, and dark clouds as thin as smoke drifted across it. Somewhere, a wolf howled.
The balcony. Round and embraced by an intricately carved stonework railing. Beneath it, a lake, black and silver in the moonlight. Curtains, pale and gauzy and white fluttered in the breeze. The balcony doors were open. Inside, a lavish bedroom suite. A princess canopy bed, plush and opulent. A fireplace, marble and lavish. A vanity, gilded and delicate. At the vanity, two young women. Haruhi sat, clothed in a pale pink Victorian nightgown, empire waisted and flowing. Behind her, standing, in similar nightclothes only pale green, stood Elena. She held an ivory hairbrush, one small hand on Haruhi’s shoulder.
They spoke, but Tamaki paid no attention to the words. Elena ran the brush through Haruhi’s hair, moving it slowly and gently like a lover’s caress. Haruhi’s head fell back, into the brush strokes, her pale and slender throat exposed. Such pale skin! So enticing! Oh, to press his lips against the hollow of that perfect throat!
Usually, Tamaki’s guilt and propriety got the better of him and he shook himself from his musings at this point. But this time… Elena’s hand moved on Haruhi’s shoulders, massaging softly. Haruhi moaned, quietly. She titled her head back and the brush fell from Elena’s hand. Elena leaned down, blond hair framing her face. Time paused, spun out like crystal as brown eyes met for a moment, sharing some special secret. And then, oh and then! Girlish lips met girlish lips, soft and pale and pink.
Tamaki’s heart raced. Elena’s hands rested on Haruhi’s shoulders as the two kissed, shyly, cheeks flushed with a rose blush. Elena pulled away first, her face turned down coquettishly. She reached her hand out for Haruhi, drawing the darker haired girl up to her feet. They stood on the hard wood floor, hands held lightly, and kissed once more. Tamaki felt his skin heat as he saw it so clearly in his mind.
Haruhi’s hands were on Elena’s hips, delicate fingers pressed firmly against pale green silk. Elena tipped back Haruhi’s head, kissing her deeply. Her arms wrapped around the other girl to pull her close, pressing their slim bodies tightly against one another’s. Was there ever so erotic a sight as two innocent maids twined together in the throes of passion?
The fantasy took a different turn. Tamaki himself, clothed in black velvet and satin, cloak wrapped about his body, watching from the balcony. Watching as Elena’s hands threaded through Haruhi’s hair, watching as Elena’s tongue traced the delicate curves of Haruhi’s lips. He gripped the curtains, stomach twisting as he watched the beautiful girls kiss and touch and move against one another.
Elena’s fingers cupped Haruhi’s cheek, then moved. Slender digits trailed down Haruhi’s neck, her beautiful, swanlike neck, to rest at the swell of her small breasts. Tamaki’s breath hitched in his throat, in flesh and in fantasy. Moonlight streamed in, bathing them both in silver and gold. He couldn’t restrain himself any longer. The vampire lord Tamaki slipped into the room, silent as a shadow.
“Beautiful maidens,” he hissed, seductively. “You have captured my heart.”
They broke away from one another, flushing, eyes downcast. Blushing maids, so nubile and ripe, painted in tones of feminine desire. It set his blood to boil!
“Do not be alarmed or ashamed, my beauties. Truly, your embrace has inflamed me! I mean you no harm, but how could one such as I resist your charms?” He moved across the room, to stand before them, placing his fingers beneath each of their chins. Such beauty, such grace, such delicacy! What monster would he be, to pierce those slender necks? The mere thought made him swoon with horror! No, he had no wish to sate his blood lust on two such creatures as these. It was another lust they inspired in him....
To each, he gave a kiss. First to Elena, pressing his lips against hers. Such wonderful lips! Smooth and silken and dabbed with perfumed oils that tasted of soft spices. Then to Haruhi, and he felt everything stop for a moment as his lips met hers. Even in fantasy, her kiss stilled his heart and stole his breath.
The bed drew his attention. He took their hands, drawing them towards, then down onto it with him. He placed an arm about each of their waists, drawing them close, feeling their small breasts against him. He was lost in a cacophony of sensuality, soft lips at his necks, soft hands on his thighs. His own hands crept upwards, sliding along silk so soft and fine. His fingers brushed against the swell of girlish breasts, warm and soft and burning against his skin. He almost lost the fantasy then, guilt and embarrassment almost shattering it. But he held on, biting his lower lip.
In his fantasy, Tamaki’s hands closed gently over perfect, small breasts. Elena and Haruhi sighed, leaning into him, their hands moving over his chest and plucking at the buttons of his frock coat. Lips pressed against the sides of his neck, his cheeks, each fair maiden seeking and striving for his kiss. He obliged, lips capturing lips, searing kisses that inflamed and shamed him at once. Small hands slipped inside his coat to run along bare skin, Elena and Haruhi leaned across him, kissing one another as they touched him, as he touched them…
Flushed and flustered, Tamaki lost the thread of his fantasy. He blushed crimson, willing himself to relax, to calm down. He’d never allowed his waking fantasies to go that far! How would he ever be able to look at either Elena or Haruhi again? After thinking…. Well, those things about them! Chaste fantasies were all well and good, but that?
That had been downright pornographic!
And he couldn’t help but admit that he had enjoyed it. At least to himself! He couldn’t help it. He was sixteen years old! Propriety and manners just couldn’t stand forever in the face of a teenage libido. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would really feel like to touch…
No! No, he needed to calm down! He needed to get a hold of himself and get his mind off of such perverted thoughts!
Maybe a cold shower would do the trick…
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