A little death can be an awesome thing.
I own nothing but the lust. All recognizable characters and situations are the sole property of Cowlip and Showtime, et al.
1. Chapter 1 by NoChaser
He knew he was going to die. Could sense the inevitability of it as the weapon stabbed him over and over. Could feel the sweet life pulsing out of him, burning wet on his skin, and cried out for the eventuality of his fate.
Oh, god, he prayed to die again and again and again.
He turned to his killer. Smiled and caressed the weapon of his own destruction.
"Kill me again?"
"Kinky."
Brian reached for another condom.
*La Petite Mort (the little death) is a French euphemism for orgasm. ;)