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prompt #095: water
Title: Adam of the wicca ~ water
Pairing/Characters: Adam, Poseidon
Rating (Word Count): PG, 16 x 100
Contains(s): magic, altered realities, sex, nightmares and dreams
Beta: Leela_cat – bless her red pen, she got me back on track when things wandered precariously away from the point. Thank you!
Author's notes: This continues from last week’s Fire
~~~
1.
Adam’s drowning; water’s all around him, filling his lungs, his ears, his mind.
It’s everywhere.
He flails his arms, kicks out, tries to push up, off, anything to stay alive.
Currents tug at his limbs, seaweed wraps around his fingers, tangles in his hair, around his neck.
“NO!” he shouts through a mouthful of water. No. Not like this, please!
“Hush, boy,” a voice whispers in his ear. Large arms wrap around Adam’s chest and then the one holding him thrashes a massive tail and they are diving deeper.
“No!” Adam screams, fear over-riding every thought.
“Relax, I’ve got you.”
2.
Another softly spoken “relax” vibrates along Adam’s bones and his panic recedes. He can think again. He can see light shining through the water making ripples of color appear and disappear on his skin. He can feel the flow of salt water all around him and its okay. It’s safe, welcoming. He takes a breath, his lungs fill with oxygen, not water. It makes no sense, but it doesn’t matter; he’s breathing.
“That’s it,” the voice says. “You know this. You are this. Remember this.”
And he does. It’s in his blood. It is his blood. He’s always known this.
3.
Peace fills Adam rising up from his lungs and out along his veins. He’s home. He’s where he has always been, wrapped in and a part of something that’s older than anything he’s ever seen or heard. Older than-
“That’s quite enough of that, thank you.” The voice harrumphs in his ear, but there’s amusement too. “I’ll have you know Zeus is older than me. You can tell by all that white hair.”
Adam twists, tilting his head back to see a man’s face calmly watching him.
“Poseidon?” Adam asks, but really, who else could it be at this point?
4.
The god slows their forward motion until they are floating, hanging in the essence of blue and cool, held up by water, surrounded by a life so different from the one Adam is used to.
Adam turns in Poseidon’s arms, and water flows around him as he moves. Poseidon’s face holds secrets, questions in the lines around his eyes and understanding in the upturn of his lips.
“Some call me Poseidon.” His eyes are filled with storm clouds. “Others call me the Ruler of the Sea, while others name me Creator of Horses. I’m all those and none and more.”
5.
Adam nods, speechless.
He wasn’t prepared for the sheer power of Poseidon. He thought he’d known who this god was. He didn’t. He understands now that he may never know the depths of the ocean.
With a look of understanding and maybe a touch of sorrow, Poseidon unlocks his fingers and Adam floats within the loose circle of Poseidon’s arms.
“Ready to try swimming on your own?” he asks.
Adam kicks out, discovers a tail where he was expecting legs. He grins, bends at his waist and watches his tail sway forward, a shimmer of blue-green.
“I have a tail!”
6.
Adam pumps his hips, and his tail follows the motion. Water slides around him, caressing his skin, showing him the give and take of true movement in water.
“There you go,” Poseidon says. “Come on, time to see the sights!”
Poseidon pushes off through the water with a single pulse of his tail and is gone. Adam hesitates, unsure of how to move or where to go. Then he sees a ripple in the water, a glowing trail where Poseidon went ahead of him.
Adam flexes his tail, testing the way his muscles move, learning his new self, and follows.
7.
They swim through schools of tuna, past a wall of Jellyfish that stretches up and down and toward the horizon. They play hide-and-seek with an eel and with each other in the drowned ruins of an ancient city, then watch as sea-wolves chase a seal to its death.
Poseidon shows him an underwater river of fresh water weighed down by cold and its very lack of salt.
They feast on sea urchins, Poseidon taking pity on Adam when the spines poke Adam’s fingers one too many times, and showing him how to slide past their defenses to the meat inside.
8.
Anchored to the sea floor, safe in Poseidon’s arms, Adam dreams.
He’s in a city filled with strange sounds, harsh to his musical ears. There are buildings of steel instead of coral, roads of hard black instead of soft sand.
He’s in a house high up in the air, away from the ocean, blindfolded and naked in a room with humans, all of them so plain in their simple flesh. One by one the humans spin him around until even in the dream he’s dizzy. Then he is set upon a path, his feet inching along, searching for direction, obstacles.
9.
There are whispered words as he stumbles blind and confused. He’s in the wrong form; it’s his body but not. The humans call out phrases that almost make sense.
Who are you?
Why are you here?
He doesn’t know. Doesn’t remember.
You stand upon the threshold- the voices seem to say.
Confused and afraid, Adam twists, struggling to get free of what has become a nightmare.
“Shhh,” Poseidon says, grounding Adam with his presence. “You’re safe.”
Adam blinks, the vision of that other place fading as the cool blues and greens of Poseidon’s palace come into focus.
“Safe,” Adam confirms.
10.
Poseidon’s lips are cool, his tongue firm and slick, demanding. Adam welcomes the touch, matches it gladly. He slides his fingers into the silk-soft strands of Poseidon’s hair and relishes the weight of Poseidon’s body over his own.
There’s music around them, between them. The words are familiar but out of reach, the tune almost right.
“Just a dream,” Poseidon whispers, pushing Adam onto a bed made of sand and silk.
Adam closes his eyes, feels his way back to the heat of Poseidon’s touch. His body shifts again, responding to his desire, and his tail melts back into legs.
11.
Adam pulls Poseidon to him, gives himself the freedom to play. He runs his hands down the god’s back to his ass then lower to where scales transform into flesh. He arches up, wanting more. He presses his body against Poseidon’s, begging like he hardly ever does. He loves the strength in Poseidon’s arms as they settle Adam deeper into sheets made of sea foam.
Adam moans when Poseidon grinds his hard cock against him.
“Zeus’ isn’t the only one known for his prowess, you know.” He smirks and rolls his hips. Adam shudders as desire races through his blood.
12.
There’s music in the water around them. The deep groaning call of a whale under Adam’s racing heartbeat, te swish and swirl of the current as Poseidon drags his tongue across Adam’s nipple and the high, knowing chitter of dolphins sharing Adam’s moans.
Words fall from Adam’s mouth as Poseidon slides thick fingers into his ass. It hurts and then, slowly, with each twist of Poseidon’s wrist, it settles into that place between pain and pleasure that makes him crave more.
The music shifts as Adam groans when his legs are spread wide, sighs with Adam as pressure fills him.
13.
Poseidon fucks into Adam, a pounding, endless wave of pressure that demands Adam open wider with each thrust.
Adam clutches at Poseidon’s arms, trying to pull him closer, needing more, wanting to push him away, completely overwhelmed by sensation.
“Let go,” Poseidon says and Adam lets the rip-tide drag him under.
They slip-slide into – out of – each other; each thrust is the power of the tides answering the moon’s pull. Each drag out is the sorrow of the earth as the sea retreats. It’s pain and pleasure, need and desire twisted and tangled together, driving them deeper into each other.
14.
Poseidon’s grip on Adam’s hips tightens. He thrusts in again and for one moment, there is nothing but pleasure pounding against, into, and around Adam.
Waking up my mind as I throw a fit.
In that moment they hover together, riding the edge of the storm.
The breakin' is takin' me down, down, down.
Then their orgasms crash over them and they tumble down, one after the other, into bliss.
And there, glowing in the abyss, is something Adam has been searching for all his life. He reaches out and screams as magic, music, power, ecstasy, all pour into him.
15.
Adam feels like he’s glowing. His nerve-endings are sparking, endorphins chasing each other through his blood. He feels like he’s invincible and like anything is possible now that he holds this gift in his hands. At the same time, he knows each and every one of his weaknesses. He can see what made them, why he’s kept them for so long, and why he needs them.
Poseidon’s fingers hesitate against Adam’s skin.
But more than anything else, Adam sees himself.
I’ve been standing here my whole life,
“Yes,” Poseidon whispers, drawing away.
“Which is real?” Adam asks.
“Both,” Poseidon replies.
16.
“Dreams are what you make of them. What you fight for, and what you can’t live without.”
“I can’t stay here,” Adam says, pulling farther away.
“I know.”
“Would you have kept me here?”
“No. I wouldn’t have been able to.”
“Why not?”
“Your soul is stronger than your fantasies. You would have woken into the other dream sooner or later. That’s who you are.”
“A singer?” Adam asks. They’re standing on a ledge looking out over the ocean. It looks like the Pacific just off Santa Monica, warm and wild.
“A dreamer,” Poseidon says, kissing Adam one last time.
~~~~
For most everything you ever wanted to know about the Greek gods and their stories, fall into this website, if we don’t hear from you in a couple of years, we’ll send chocolate.
http://www.theoi.com/
Pairing/Characters: Adam, Poseidon
Rating (Word Count): PG, 16 x 100
Contains(s): magic, altered realities, sex, nightmares and dreams
Beta: Leela_cat – bless her red pen, she got me back on track when things wandered precariously away from the point. Thank you!
Author's notes: This continues from last week’s Fire
~~~
1.
Adam’s drowning; water’s all around him, filling his lungs, his ears, his mind.
It’s everywhere.
He flails his arms, kicks out, tries to push up, off, anything to stay alive.
Currents tug at his limbs, seaweed wraps around his fingers, tangles in his hair, around his neck.
“NO!” he shouts through a mouthful of water. No. Not like this, please!
“Hush, boy,” a voice whispers in his ear. Large arms wrap around Adam’s chest and then the one holding him thrashes a massive tail and they are diving deeper.
“No!” Adam screams, fear over-riding every thought.
“Relax, I’ve got you.”
2.
Another softly spoken “relax” vibrates along Adam’s bones and his panic recedes. He can think again. He can see light shining through the water making ripples of color appear and disappear on his skin. He can feel the flow of salt water all around him and its okay. It’s safe, welcoming. He takes a breath, his lungs fill with oxygen, not water. It makes no sense, but it doesn’t matter; he’s breathing.
“That’s it,” the voice says. “You know this. You are this. Remember this.”
And he does. It’s in his blood. It is his blood. He’s always known this.
3.
Peace fills Adam rising up from his lungs and out along his veins. He’s home. He’s where he has always been, wrapped in and a part of something that’s older than anything he’s ever seen or heard. Older than-
“That’s quite enough of that, thank you.” The voice harrumphs in his ear, but there’s amusement too. “I’ll have you know Zeus is older than me. You can tell by all that white hair.”
Adam twists, tilting his head back to see a man’s face calmly watching him.
“Poseidon?” Adam asks, but really, who else could it be at this point?
4.
The god slows their forward motion until they are floating, hanging in the essence of blue and cool, held up by water, surrounded by a life so different from the one Adam is used to.
Adam turns in Poseidon’s arms, and water flows around him as he moves. Poseidon’s face holds secrets, questions in the lines around his eyes and understanding in the upturn of his lips.
“Some call me Poseidon.” His eyes are filled with storm clouds. “Others call me the Ruler of the Sea, while others name me Creator of Horses. I’m all those and none and more.”
5.
Adam nods, speechless.
He wasn’t prepared for the sheer power of Poseidon. He thought he’d known who this god was. He didn’t. He understands now that he may never know the depths of the ocean.
With a look of understanding and maybe a touch of sorrow, Poseidon unlocks his fingers and Adam floats within the loose circle of Poseidon’s arms.
“Ready to try swimming on your own?” he asks.
Adam kicks out, discovers a tail where he was expecting legs. He grins, bends at his waist and watches his tail sway forward, a shimmer of blue-green.
“I have a tail!”
6.
Adam pumps his hips, and his tail follows the motion. Water slides around him, caressing his skin, showing him the give and take of true movement in water.
“There you go,” Poseidon says. “Come on, time to see the sights!”
Poseidon pushes off through the water with a single pulse of his tail and is gone. Adam hesitates, unsure of how to move or where to go. Then he sees a ripple in the water, a glowing trail where Poseidon went ahead of him.
Adam flexes his tail, testing the way his muscles move, learning his new self, and follows.
7.
They swim through schools of tuna, past a wall of Jellyfish that stretches up and down and toward the horizon. They play hide-and-seek with an eel and with each other in the drowned ruins of an ancient city, then watch as sea-wolves chase a seal to its death.
Poseidon shows him an underwater river of fresh water weighed down by cold and its very lack of salt.
They feast on sea urchins, Poseidon taking pity on Adam when the spines poke Adam’s fingers one too many times, and showing him how to slide past their defenses to the meat inside.
8.
Anchored to the sea floor, safe in Poseidon’s arms, Adam dreams.
He’s in a city filled with strange sounds, harsh to his musical ears. There are buildings of steel instead of coral, roads of hard black instead of soft sand.
He’s in a house high up in the air, away from the ocean, blindfolded and naked in a room with humans, all of them so plain in their simple flesh. One by one the humans spin him around until even in the dream he’s dizzy. Then he is set upon a path, his feet inching along, searching for direction, obstacles.
9.
There are whispered words as he stumbles blind and confused. He’s in the wrong form; it’s his body but not. The humans call out phrases that almost make sense.
Who are you?
Why are you here?
He doesn’t know. Doesn’t remember.
You stand upon the threshold- the voices seem to say.
Confused and afraid, Adam twists, struggling to get free of what has become a nightmare.
“Shhh,” Poseidon says, grounding Adam with his presence. “You’re safe.”
Adam blinks, the vision of that other place fading as the cool blues and greens of Poseidon’s palace come into focus.
“Safe,” Adam confirms.
10.
Poseidon’s lips are cool, his tongue firm and slick, demanding. Adam welcomes the touch, matches it gladly. He slides his fingers into the silk-soft strands of Poseidon’s hair and relishes the weight of Poseidon’s body over his own.
There’s music around them, between them. The words are familiar but out of reach, the tune almost right.
“Just a dream,” Poseidon whispers, pushing Adam onto a bed made of sand and silk.
Adam closes his eyes, feels his way back to the heat of Poseidon’s touch. His body shifts again, responding to his desire, and his tail melts back into legs.
11.
Adam pulls Poseidon to him, gives himself the freedom to play. He runs his hands down the god’s back to his ass then lower to where scales transform into flesh. He arches up, wanting more. He presses his body against Poseidon’s, begging like he hardly ever does. He loves the strength in Poseidon’s arms as they settle Adam deeper into sheets made of sea foam.
Adam moans when Poseidon grinds his hard cock against him.
“Zeus’ isn’t the only one known for his prowess, you know.” He smirks and rolls his hips. Adam shudders as desire races through his blood.
12.
There’s music in the water around them. The deep groaning call of a whale under Adam’s racing heartbeat, te swish and swirl of the current as Poseidon drags his tongue across Adam’s nipple and the high, knowing chitter of dolphins sharing Adam’s moans.
Words fall from Adam’s mouth as Poseidon slides thick fingers into his ass. It hurts and then, slowly, with each twist of Poseidon’s wrist, it settles into that place between pain and pleasure that makes him crave more.
The music shifts as Adam groans when his legs are spread wide, sighs with Adam as pressure fills him.
13.
Poseidon fucks into Adam, a pounding, endless wave of pressure that demands Adam open wider with each thrust.
Adam clutches at Poseidon’s arms, trying to pull him closer, needing more, wanting to push him away, completely overwhelmed by sensation.
“Let go,” Poseidon says and Adam lets the rip-tide drag him under.
They slip-slide into – out of – each other; each thrust is the power of the tides answering the moon’s pull. Each drag out is the sorrow of the earth as the sea retreats. It’s pain and pleasure, need and desire twisted and tangled together, driving them deeper into each other.
14.
Poseidon’s grip on Adam’s hips tightens. He thrusts in again and for one moment, there is nothing but pleasure pounding against, into, and around Adam.
Waking up my mind as I throw a fit.
In that moment they hover together, riding the edge of the storm.
The breakin' is takin' me down, down, down.
Then their orgasms crash over them and they tumble down, one after the other, into bliss.
And there, glowing in the abyss, is something Adam has been searching for all his life. He reaches out and screams as magic, music, power, ecstasy, all pour into him.
15.
Adam feels like he’s glowing. His nerve-endings are sparking, endorphins chasing each other through his blood. He feels like he’s invincible and like anything is possible now that he holds this gift in his hands. At the same time, he knows each and every one of his weaknesses. He can see what made them, why he’s kept them for so long, and why he needs them.
Poseidon’s fingers hesitate against Adam’s skin.
But more than anything else, Adam sees himself.
I’ve been standing here my whole life,
“Yes,” Poseidon whispers, drawing away.
“Which is real?” Adam asks.
“Both,” Poseidon replies.
16.
“Dreams are what you make of them. What you fight for, and what you can’t live without.”
“I can’t stay here,” Adam says, pulling farther away.
“I know.”
“Would you have kept me here?”
“No. I wouldn’t have been able to.”
“Why not?”
“Your soul is stronger than your fantasies. You would have woken into the other dream sooner or later. That’s who you are.”
“A singer?” Adam asks. They’re standing on a ledge looking out over the ocean. It looks like the Pacific just off Santa Monica, warm and wild.
“A dreamer,” Poseidon says, kissing Adam one last time.
~~~~
For most everything you ever wanted to know about the Greek gods and their stories, fall into this website, if we don’t hear from you in a couple of years, we’ll send chocolate.
http://www.theoi.com/