Story: "Still Alive"
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kink_bingo fest. This fest encourages people to push the limits of their comfort zone by creating erotica, pr0n, smut, and other sexy stuff in the many flavors of kinky, sensual, and otherwise exotic activities. I'm hoping to attract some new readers for my writing.
The following story belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring an apocryphal television show supported by an imaginary fandom. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.
This is a crossover with BBC Sherlock. You can read how these characters found each other in "THE Woman."
Fandoms: BBC Sherlock/Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Kink: Bloodplay
Medium: Fiction
Summary/Preview: Having just put down an incursion of alien beasts, John and Kay are covered in gore and really horny.
Content Notes: No standard content notes apply.
Additional Information: NSFW. Gore. Frottage. Use of a dead animal as a sexual backdrop. Canonical woman of color (Kay is Hispanic). Open relationships. John and Sherlock have a sexual/asexual dynamic in their partnership.
"Still Alive"
The last yeti-bear collapsed in a heap. John Watson judiciously put another round into its skull. He liked the Texan laws about gun ownership. Beside him, Kay fired into the beast's chest. An impressive pool of blood spread out from under it.
"No casualties from the rest of the team," Kay reported. "What about you?"
John wiped a hand across his face. It came away red. "I'm fine; it's just blowback. How much of that blood is yours?"
Kay looked down at herself. She was dripping. "None of it," she said.
John grinned, bouncing a little on his toes. His whole body hummed with restless energy. "We're still alive," he said.
"Still alive," Kay echoed. She grinned back at him, her white teeth flashing through the red mask of blood.
"Bit of a hike back to the Rim," John said. The Teflon Teferact had a diameter of 27.7 kilometers. He couldn't even see any other team members from here. No one to interrupt, and Kay had been a soldier too. John drew a breath to ask.
"So, you wanna ...?" Kay said suggestively.
"Oh God yes," said John.
They kissed, grappling with each other. John tasted copper and Kay's menthol chapstick. She nipped at him, urgent and fierce.
John cupped a hand against her face. Alien blood smeared under his thumb, cherry-bright over her pale skin. More of it caked in the black curls of her hair. To John she looked like a Spanish aristocrat -- Hispanic, he reminded himself.
Kay backed him against the dead yeti-bear. His arse ground into the head-sized crater that Kay's ammo had blasted into the shaggy side. It was wet and still warm.
John grabbed her hips and pulled her close. The enormous corpse squelched under their weight. So much smell of blood, but nobody on their side was hurt. "It's dead, we got it," he said, the words like a mantra.
"It's gone and we're here," Kay said. She shoved his legs apart, worked a hard thigh between them.
John rutted against her shamelessly, nothing separating them but a bit of blood-soaked fabric. Kay's skin under his hands was turning gritty as the stuff started to clot. The friction drove him to a frenzy.
Their legs scissored together, riding each other, grinding hard. Kay's breath came in harsh pants against John's ear.
"Still alive," she chanted, "still alive."
"Still alive," John chorused, and that drove him over the edge. His blood pounded in his ears. Kay groaned her own orgasm into his neck.
"Wow," Kay said. "Never get tired of that."
"Brilliant," John agreed when he had enough breath for words again. He'd missed this, the chance to ride that fine line between life and death with someone else familiar with the battlefield. It felt so good to be with a fellow soldier again, even if they'd come up through totally different armies.
With the rush fading, exhaustion fell on them both. They walked back toward the Rim, leaning on each other for support. Partway there, they met Sherlock and Chris. John waved at them gamely.
"John?" Sherlock said, and there was a note of doubt in his voice, almost hurt.
Well, bollocks. Sherlock's gigantic intellect had somehow read rubbed one off under the red slick of killed a ravening alien beast, and was well on its way to misinterpreting the whole business.
"Don't worry, Sherlock, it's just a little post-combat stress relief," Kay said. "He's still yours in all the ways you want him." She gave John a companionable push in the right direction.
Sherlock's nimble hands skimmed down John's sides, heedless of the drying blood, as if searching for something. "I'm not injured," John assured him. "Everyone's fine, we're all still alive."
"Ah," Sherlock murmured, a chord of understanding, warm breath against the tacky skin of John's neck. John slumped against him, slack with relief. Sherlock hooked an arm around him, taking the weight without protest, and headed them toward the Rim again.
"Problem?" Chris asked.
"We're all right," Sherlock said, and they were.
kink_bingo fest. This fest encourages people to push the limits of their comfort zone by creating erotica, pr0n, smut, and other sexy stuff in the many flavors of kinky, sensual, and otherwise exotic activities. I'm hoping to attract some new readers for my writing.The following story belongs to Schrodinger's Heroes, featuring an apocryphal television show supported by an imaginary fandom. It's science fiction about quantum physics and saving the world from alternate dimensions. It features a very mixed cast in terms of ethnicity and sexual orientation. This project developed with input from multiple people, and it's open for everyone to play in. You can read more about the background, the characters, and a bunch of assorted content on the menu page.
This is a crossover with BBC Sherlock. You can read how these characters found each other in "THE Woman."
Fandoms: BBC Sherlock/Original (Schrodinger's Heroes)
Kink: Bloodplay
Medium: Fiction
Summary/Preview: Having just put down an incursion of alien beasts, John and Kay are covered in gore and really horny.
Content Notes: No standard content notes apply.
Additional Information: NSFW. Gore. Frottage. Use of a dead animal as a sexual backdrop. Canonical woman of color (Kay is Hispanic). Open relationships. John and Sherlock have a sexual/asexual dynamic in their partnership.
"Still Alive"
The last yeti-bear collapsed in a heap. John Watson judiciously put another round into its skull. He liked the Texan laws about gun ownership. Beside him, Kay fired into the beast's chest. An impressive pool of blood spread out from under it.
"No casualties from the rest of the team," Kay reported. "What about you?"
John wiped a hand across his face. It came away red. "I'm fine; it's just blowback. How much of that blood is yours?"
Kay looked down at herself. She was dripping. "None of it," she said.
John grinned, bouncing a little on his toes. His whole body hummed with restless energy. "We're still alive," he said.
"Still alive," Kay echoed. She grinned back at him, her white teeth flashing through the red mask of blood.
"Bit of a hike back to the Rim," John said. The Teflon Teferact had a diameter of 27.7 kilometers. He couldn't even see any other team members from here. No one to interrupt, and Kay had been a soldier too. John drew a breath to ask.
"So, you wanna ...?" Kay said suggestively.
"Oh God yes," said John.
They kissed, grappling with each other. John tasted copper and Kay's menthol chapstick. She nipped at him, urgent and fierce.
John cupped a hand against her face. Alien blood smeared under his thumb, cherry-bright over her pale skin. More of it caked in the black curls of her hair. To John she looked like a Spanish aristocrat -- Hispanic, he reminded himself.
Kay backed him against the dead yeti-bear. His arse ground into the head-sized crater that Kay's ammo had blasted into the shaggy side. It was wet and still warm.
John grabbed her hips and pulled her close. The enormous corpse squelched under their weight. So much smell of blood, but nobody on their side was hurt. "It's dead, we got it," he said, the words like a mantra.
"It's gone and we're here," Kay said. She shoved his legs apart, worked a hard thigh between them.
John rutted against her shamelessly, nothing separating them but a bit of blood-soaked fabric. Kay's skin under his hands was turning gritty as the stuff started to clot. The friction drove him to a frenzy.
Their legs scissored together, riding each other, grinding hard. Kay's breath came in harsh pants against John's ear.
"Still alive," she chanted, "still alive."
"Still alive," John chorused, and that drove him over the edge. His blood pounded in his ears. Kay groaned her own orgasm into his neck.
"Wow," Kay said. "Never get tired of that."
"Brilliant," John agreed when he had enough breath for words again. He'd missed this, the chance to ride that fine line between life and death with someone else familiar with the battlefield. It felt so good to be with a fellow soldier again, even if they'd come up through totally different armies.
With the rush fading, exhaustion fell on them both. They walked back toward the Rim, leaning on each other for support. Partway there, they met Sherlock and Chris. John waved at them gamely.
"John?" Sherlock said, and there was a note of doubt in his voice, almost hurt.
Well, bollocks. Sherlock's gigantic intellect had somehow read rubbed one off under the red slick of killed a ravening alien beast, and was well on its way to misinterpreting the whole business.
"Don't worry, Sherlock, it's just a little post-combat stress relief," Kay said. "He's still yours in all the ways you want him." She gave John a companionable push in the right direction.
Sherlock's nimble hands skimmed down John's sides, heedless of the drying blood, as if searching for something. "I'm not injured," John assured him. "Everyone's fine, we're all still alive."
"Ah," Sherlock murmured, a chord of understanding, warm breath against the tacky skin of John's neck. John slumped against him, slack with relief. Sherlock hooked an arm around him, taking the weight without protest, and headed them toward the Rim again.
"Problem?" Chris asked.
"We're all right," Sherlock said, and they were.
