Beauty #3

by RavenD (ravendreams@earthlink.net)

Archive: master_apprentice

Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/

Category: Angst

Series: See notes

Rating: R

Warnings: none

Spoilers: none

Summary: Beauty needs

Notes: The Beauty fics are stories that take place in between "Woven" and " Unraveled", featuring Obi-Wan's alter ego, Beauty. They'll make less than no sense if you haven't read the fics they're set between. Dedicated to Liz, kimberlite and Velma.

Disclaimer: They're not mine. If they were mine, there would be more body art and leather.

Feedback: Please.

Ache.

Constant burning fucking ache.

Anything to be rid of it. My body, my honor, my soul. Anything.

Turn me inside out. Bleed me out. Beat me until I break beneath you.

I itch, thousands of flame-winged insects fluttering against my skin, looking for a thin space to eat their way out. My blood is acid, eating through the ice which is my heart.

Once upon a time I was... who the fuck cares who I was? I flew, soared, weaned from my mother's breast so suckle on a drug that had no end, no pain unless you were weak and lost control.

Like me.

Those withdrawals were worse than dying, because they whispered of forgotten honor and glory and truth. I will offer my soul for more panac, to feel its cool kiss within me, but the other?

My soul is not enough to offer for the sweet song to move through me again. It is simply a dream.

One hit. One to calm the shakes, rush through my nerves, make me fly.

Fuck me, spend yourself within me, upon me. I will hurt for you, come for you, scream for you. Anything.

Just give me what I need and I will beg, call you Master/Mistress/Lord/Queen/God.

Pride is too expensive a commodity. I prefer to deal in need.

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