fic: The Voice that Charms
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munninTitle: The Voice that Charms
Author: Munnin
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Tim, Damian, Dick.
Verse: Band!AU
Warnings: Non-violent non-con
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Bingo card: AU. Fantasy & Supernatural: Vampires. Masterlist here.
Summary: Tim disappears from a party, seduced by the darker side of music. Thanks![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darthbatgirl for the idea.
Damian floated around the party, occasionally checking in with the others but mostly trying to stay hidden. He hated this industry gigs with a passion but as Tim kept pointing out; they had to play nice with the record companies until they could afford to go independent.
The party was a wretched blend of preening pop stars, strutting and vain as peacocks; arrogant art-wank producers, so convinced of the power they wielded over the artists and sycophantic industry types, willing to play to the egos of both.
Dick of course, was in seventh heaven.
Jay and Steph always seemed to find the open bar and a gang of roadies to hang out with.
And Tim...Tim was nowhere to be found and it was starting to worry Damian.
“Dick? I must speak with you.” He stood at his brother’s elbow, trying to lever Dick’s attention away from the crowd of adoring fans clustered around him. “Dick? It is urgent.”
One of the barely dressed girls that hung off Dick’s arm tittered. “Oh Dickie! Isn’t he cute!”
One of the young men scoffed, “Isn’t it past his bedtime?”
Damian’s eyes narrowed dangerously and anyone who knew him, knew that this guy had 30 seconds left to live.
Dick certainly knew, which is why he took Damian’s shoulder and led him away. “What’s up D?”
Damian paced angrily, trying to remind himself he couldn’t beat them all senseless in public. “I hate these parties!”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Dick placated. “Why don’t you find Tim and head back? I’ll round up Jay and the princess later.”
Damian growled under his breath. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I can’t find Tim. I haven’t seen him for a while.”
Dick shook his head with a careless smile. “He’s around here somewhere. I’m sure I saw him talking to some goth guy.”
“I have looked.” D growled persistent and annoyed, “I cannot find him.”
“Alright.” Dick stroking the youth’s hair. “If you’re worried we’ll look for him together. Just gimme sec...”
Damian growled again as Dick wondered off. Their lead singer didn’t drink often but when he did, Dick got playfully touchy and completely distractible. Damian waited for ten minutes before giving up. If he was to find Tim it would have to be on his own.
***
Ash Mercy, lead singer of the Goth band River Styx led Tim out to the far end of the garden. The long draping branches of great willow flowed to the ground like the fall of Ash’s white hair, hiding them from view.
“I was already in love with your music before ever I met you.” Ash purred, threading his fingers through Tim’s hair. “Such power in your words, such passion.”
Ash’s lips grazed Tim’s throat, warm and tingling against his skin and Tim shivered. He expected Ash’s touch to be cold but his fingers were blood hot. Blood hot and persistent and Tim found himself leaning into his touch.
“But now that I have met you...” Ash backed Tim slowly against the trunk of the tree, the silk of his shirt whispering with each movement. “I know that my heart will never be my own again.” He purred, his shocking green eyes flashing in the dappled moonlight almost as if they glowed. “You are so beautiful Tim Drake, so perfect.” His fingers slipped under the collar of Tim’s shirt, skirting the curve of his throat.
Tim’s breath caught as one by one Ash loosened the buttons of his shirt, pushing it back to his shoulders. “I should get back...”
“So many scars.” Ash whispered, dropping to his knees, lavishing each one with kisses. “Such power hidden under that shy smile.”
Tim’s fingers skittered over the bark of the tree, fighting against his own mounting desire. “Ash please?...I...I can’t...”
“Give in to this.” Ash whispered, “Give in to the pleasure I can show you.” He rose, dragging his kisses over Tim’s sensitive nipples.
Tim gasped, his head thrown back against the bark as Ash threaded his long fingers though Tim’s fly, caressing him softly through his briefs. “Ash no.”
“Look at me Tim, tell me you don’t want this.” His eyes flashed. “Give in to me, let me pleasure you.” Ash’s fingers slipped deeper, stroking, teasing...
Tim could hear himself saying no but couldn’t remember why. His knees crumbled and Ash lowered him to the ground, covering him with his sinewy body.
“So beautiful,” Ash purred, “So sweet.”
Tim’s eyes rolled in his head, his body arching as Ash’s fingers wrapped around him. “No... no...” but his traitorous voice broke, faint and gasping.
“Sweet creature.” Ash bent to kiss Tim, his hair falling around them like a screen as he licked his way into the youth’s mouth. “Let me taste your pleasure.” He settled himself between the youth’s legs, twisting his wrist to make Tim moan. “Let me drink deep of you.” He whispered, pressing his lips to Tim’s pale throat.
Tim gasped as Ash sank against him, the two sharp pricks in his throat almost concealed by the pleasure of Ash’s touch. “No...” he whimpered weakly, unable to lift his arms to fend Ash off.
“So sweet.” Ash gasped, pumping Tim tight and rough, his lips stained red as he lapped the blood from Tim’s pale throat. “So rich. I would drink you to completion.”
“Think again poser!” Damian brought the tree branch down hard on the side of Ash’s face, bowling the goth off his brother with a solid swing.
Tim cried out in pain as Ash was ripped away from him, sprawling on the grass in a daze.
Ash snarled and rolled to his feet, his fingernails lengthening like claws. “You have no business here runt.”
Damian stood over his fallen brother, the branch high and ready. “I have every right.”
“As do I.” Another voice called and the Styx bassist moved through the gloom towards them, a shadow among shadow. He was tall and powerfully build but quiet and reserved, controlled.
“You have no right to stop me Creed.” Ash hissed. “He is my prey.”
“He is no-one’s prey.” Creed answered tightly, an edge of menace in his tone. “My coven, my law. And I say we do not take from our own.” He crossed to Tim and Damian, crouching to check Tim’s pulse and nodding to D who held his ground. “Why Ash? Why do you take by force that which the fans give willingly? Why hunt? There is no need anymore.”
“For the pleasure of it! To remember what I really am – a hunter.” Ash lunged at them but Creed was on his feet in a heartbeat, holding the blond off the ground by his throat.
“What you are is a fool.” Creed hissed, “A mindless animal.” He threw Ash to the ground. “Take him back to the club; I’ll deal with him later.”
Two shadows appeared either side of Ash, dragging him into the darkness.
“What are you?” Damian demanded, his impromptu weapon hefted.
“Exactly what I appear to be.” Creed answered earnestly, holding his hands out in surrender. “But you have nothing to fear from me. Please, let me help your brother?”
Damian lowered his weapon slightly. “If you harm him in any way...”
“I understand.” Creed knelt at Tim’s side, gently turning his head to examine the wounds on his throat. “The cuts are not too bad. It doesn’t look like Ash drank that deep.” He licked his thumb and smoothed it over the wound. “It will not scar.”
“Why did Tim not fight him off?” Damian demanded. It wasn’t like Tim to be helpless.
“He is entranced. Ash’s voice has a mesmeric quality, that’s what makes him such a powerful singer.” Creed looked deep into Tim’s half hooded eyes. “I can bring him out of it but perhaps it would be better he didn’t remember what happened this evening.
“For his sake or yours?” Damian asked sarcastically.
Creed looked up at him with cool, earnest eyes. “A little of both.”
“And will you make me forget too?” Damian demanded, raising his weapon.
“Do you wish me to?” he asked solemnly. “I only seek to protect him from pain. Regardless, I will have to dissolve the band after Ash’s foolishness tonight and we will go back into hiding.” He sighed wistfully. “I did so enjoy playing again.”
“You have been a musician before?”
“Napoleon’s court, the opening of Carnegie Hall, Woodstock...” Creed smiled fondly at the memories. “Music is one of the few things that make eternity worth the effort.” He brushed Tim’s cheek with the back of his hand. “Help me redress him?”
Damian put the branch down carefully and helped pull Tim’s jeans back up. “Will Ash be punished?”
“Most certainly.” Creed growled under his breath. “Our survival depends on discretion. The fans expect the creatures of the night act; many of them gain great pleasure from it and in turn, it provides us with the very little we need to live. Fools like Ash cannot accept that the old ways are no longer the right ways. It is a world he cannot survive in.” He cupped Tim’s face looking deep into the youth man’s hazy eyes and whispered something under his breath.
Tim relaxed, his eyes closing as the pain cleared from his features.
Creed released him gently. “He will wake soon.”
“And you?” Damian asked, not unkindly.
“You will never see me or mine again.” Creed assured him, standing to his full, impressive height. “Which is a great pity.” He held out his hand. “I wish we had met under better circumstance, Damian Wayne.”
“As do I.” Damian looked away at Tim stirred, knowing Creed would be gone when he looked back. He sat cross legged as his brother’s side and wondered if Tim would believe someone spiked his drink.
Author: Munnin
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Tim, Damian, Dick.
Verse: Band!AU
Warnings: Non-violent non-con
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Bingo card: AU. Fantasy & Supernatural: Vampires. Masterlist here.
Summary: Tim disappears from a party, seduced by the darker side of music. Thanks
darthbatgirl for the idea.Damian floated around the party, occasionally checking in with the others but mostly trying to stay hidden. He hated this industry gigs with a passion but as Tim kept pointing out; they had to play nice with the record companies until they could afford to go independent.
The party was a wretched blend of preening pop stars, strutting and vain as peacocks; arrogant art-wank producers, so convinced of the power they wielded over the artists and sycophantic industry types, willing to play to the egos of both.
Dick of course, was in seventh heaven.
Jay and Steph always seemed to find the open bar and a gang of roadies to hang out with.
And Tim...Tim was nowhere to be found and it was starting to worry Damian.
“Dick? I must speak with you.” He stood at his brother’s elbow, trying to lever Dick’s attention away from the crowd of adoring fans clustered around him. “Dick? It is urgent.”
One of the barely dressed girls that hung off Dick’s arm tittered. “Oh Dickie! Isn’t he cute!”
One of the young men scoffed, “Isn’t it past his bedtime?”
Damian’s eyes narrowed dangerously and anyone who knew him, knew that this guy had 30 seconds left to live.
Dick certainly knew, which is why he took Damian’s shoulder and led him away. “What’s up D?”
Damian paced angrily, trying to remind himself he couldn’t beat them all senseless in public. “I hate these parties!”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Dick placated. “Why don’t you find Tim and head back? I’ll round up Jay and the princess later.”
Damian growled under his breath. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I can’t find Tim. I haven’t seen him for a while.”
Dick shook his head with a careless smile. “He’s around here somewhere. I’m sure I saw him talking to some goth guy.”
“I have looked.” D growled persistent and annoyed, “I cannot find him.”
“Alright.” Dick stroking the youth’s hair. “If you’re worried we’ll look for him together. Just gimme sec...”
Damian growled again as Dick wondered off. Their lead singer didn’t drink often but when he did, Dick got playfully touchy and completely distractible. Damian waited for ten minutes before giving up. If he was to find Tim it would have to be on his own.
***
Ash Mercy, lead singer of the Goth band River Styx led Tim out to the far end of the garden. The long draping branches of great willow flowed to the ground like the fall of Ash’s white hair, hiding them from view.
“I was already in love with your music before ever I met you.” Ash purred, threading his fingers through Tim’s hair. “Such power in your words, such passion.”
Ash’s lips grazed Tim’s throat, warm and tingling against his skin and Tim shivered. He expected Ash’s touch to be cold but his fingers were blood hot. Blood hot and persistent and Tim found himself leaning into his touch.
“But now that I have met you...” Ash backed Tim slowly against the trunk of the tree, the silk of his shirt whispering with each movement. “I know that my heart will never be my own again.” He purred, his shocking green eyes flashing in the dappled moonlight almost as if they glowed. “You are so beautiful Tim Drake, so perfect.” His fingers slipped under the collar of Tim’s shirt, skirting the curve of his throat.
Tim’s breath caught as one by one Ash loosened the buttons of his shirt, pushing it back to his shoulders. “I should get back...”
“So many scars.” Ash whispered, dropping to his knees, lavishing each one with kisses. “Such power hidden under that shy smile.”
Tim’s fingers skittered over the bark of the tree, fighting against his own mounting desire. “Ash please?...I...I can’t...”
“Give in to this.” Ash whispered, “Give in to the pleasure I can show you.” He rose, dragging his kisses over Tim’s sensitive nipples.
Tim gasped, his head thrown back against the bark as Ash threaded his long fingers though Tim’s fly, caressing him softly through his briefs. “Ash no.”
“Look at me Tim, tell me you don’t want this.” His eyes flashed. “Give in to me, let me pleasure you.” Ash’s fingers slipped deeper, stroking, teasing...
Tim could hear himself saying no but couldn’t remember why. His knees crumbled and Ash lowered him to the ground, covering him with his sinewy body.
“So beautiful,” Ash purred, “So sweet.”
Tim’s eyes rolled in his head, his body arching as Ash’s fingers wrapped around him. “No... no...” but his traitorous voice broke, faint and gasping.
“Sweet creature.” Ash bent to kiss Tim, his hair falling around them like a screen as he licked his way into the youth’s mouth. “Let me taste your pleasure.” He settled himself between the youth’s legs, twisting his wrist to make Tim moan. “Let me drink deep of you.” He whispered, pressing his lips to Tim’s pale throat.
Tim gasped as Ash sank against him, the two sharp pricks in his throat almost concealed by the pleasure of Ash’s touch. “No...” he whimpered weakly, unable to lift his arms to fend Ash off.
“So sweet.” Ash gasped, pumping Tim tight and rough, his lips stained red as he lapped the blood from Tim’s pale throat. “So rich. I would drink you to completion.”
“Think again poser!” Damian brought the tree branch down hard on the side of Ash’s face, bowling the goth off his brother with a solid swing.
Tim cried out in pain as Ash was ripped away from him, sprawling on the grass in a daze.
Ash snarled and rolled to his feet, his fingernails lengthening like claws. “You have no business here runt.”
Damian stood over his fallen brother, the branch high and ready. “I have every right.”
“As do I.” Another voice called and the Styx bassist moved through the gloom towards them, a shadow among shadow. He was tall and powerfully build but quiet and reserved, controlled.
“You have no right to stop me Creed.” Ash hissed. “He is my prey.”
“He is no-one’s prey.” Creed answered tightly, an edge of menace in his tone. “My coven, my law. And I say we do not take from our own.” He crossed to Tim and Damian, crouching to check Tim’s pulse and nodding to D who held his ground. “Why Ash? Why do you take by force that which the fans give willingly? Why hunt? There is no need anymore.”
“For the pleasure of it! To remember what I really am – a hunter.” Ash lunged at them but Creed was on his feet in a heartbeat, holding the blond off the ground by his throat.
“What you are is a fool.” Creed hissed, “A mindless animal.” He threw Ash to the ground. “Take him back to the club; I’ll deal with him later.”
Two shadows appeared either side of Ash, dragging him into the darkness.
“What are you?” Damian demanded, his impromptu weapon hefted.
“Exactly what I appear to be.” Creed answered earnestly, holding his hands out in surrender. “But you have nothing to fear from me. Please, let me help your brother?”
Damian lowered his weapon slightly. “If you harm him in any way...”
“I understand.” Creed knelt at Tim’s side, gently turning his head to examine the wounds on his throat. “The cuts are not too bad. It doesn’t look like Ash drank that deep.” He licked his thumb and smoothed it over the wound. “It will not scar.”
“Why did Tim not fight him off?” Damian demanded. It wasn’t like Tim to be helpless.
“He is entranced. Ash’s voice has a mesmeric quality, that’s what makes him such a powerful singer.” Creed looked deep into Tim’s half hooded eyes. “I can bring him out of it but perhaps it would be better he didn’t remember what happened this evening.
“For his sake or yours?” Damian asked sarcastically.
Creed looked up at him with cool, earnest eyes. “A little of both.”
“And will you make me forget too?” Damian demanded, raising his weapon.
“Do you wish me to?” he asked solemnly. “I only seek to protect him from pain. Regardless, I will have to dissolve the band after Ash’s foolishness tonight and we will go back into hiding.” He sighed wistfully. “I did so enjoy playing again.”
“You have been a musician before?”
“Napoleon’s court, the opening of Carnegie Hall, Woodstock...” Creed smiled fondly at the memories. “Music is one of the few things that make eternity worth the effort.” He brushed Tim’s cheek with the back of his hand. “Help me redress him?”
Damian put the branch down carefully and helped pull Tim’s jeans back up. “Will Ash be punished?”
“Most certainly.” Creed growled under his breath. “Our survival depends on discretion. The fans expect the creatures of the night act; many of them gain great pleasure from it and in turn, it provides us with the very little we need to live. Fools like Ash cannot accept that the old ways are no longer the right ways. It is a world he cannot survive in.” He cupped Tim’s face looking deep into the youth man’s hazy eyes and whispered something under his breath.
Tim relaxed, his eyes closing as the pain cleared from his features.
Creed released him gently. “He will wake soon.”
“And you?” Damian asked, not unkindly.
“You will never see me or mine again.” Creed assured him, standing to his full, impressive height. “Which is a great pity.” He held out his hand. “I wish we had met under better circumstance, Damian Wayne.”
“As do I.” Damian looked away at Tim stirred, knowing Creed would be gone when he looked back. He sat cross legged as his brother’s side and wondered if Tim would believe someone spiked his drink.
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Date: 2010-07-09 12:06 am (UTC)Yeah Creed turned out quite nicely. I rather like him myself.
It's Tim, we're done worse to him and will again! Speaking of which, have you had a chance to look over the last chapter of Black Orchards?
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Date: 2010-07-11 08:30 pm (UTC)Haven't I replied to you about it? Or am I mixing it with the previous one - the last two ends with the nesting in a not wide enough bed, right?
(I got wifi! But limites access to the computer. So I'm still around)
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Date: 2010-07-12 12:34 am (UTC)the last one I sent you has all five of them asleep in the bed with Alfred watching over them. Let me know what you thought. I think I called it All debts...