Secrets in the Desert
Sep. 4th, 2012 12:17 amTitle: Secrets in the Desert
Author: essene
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: J2 AU
Warnings: first-time, oral, knotting, purple prose, completely bizzaro AU world,un-beta’d
Word count: 4,800+
Summary: To cement an alliance between house Padel and house Ackles, Omega Ja’red travels through the Great Waste to be bonded to someone he’s never met.
Written for
salt_burn_porn and
zuben_eschamali’s prompt: I want your leather studded kiss in the sand
A/N: I have never written anything remotely like this before (the name thing? I just..don't even...), and I have no idea where the fuck it came from. I wrote it in the past 3 hours because my muse wouldn’t shut up about it. “shakes head at muse*
The heat was unbearable. Ja’red couldn’t fathom how the Sukkla could live in this oppressive environment. Gritty, shifting sand as far as the eye could see and air that baked one like the ovens in the city square back home. His entourage had been travelling for 3 days across the Great Waste and although they were nearly at their destination, it seemed as though they would never arrive. The landscape never varied, the gentle rise and fall of the dunes seemed to stretch on forever.
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Author: essene
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: J2 AU
Warnings: first-time, oral, knotting, purple prose, completely bizzaro AU world,
Word count: 4,800+
Summary: To cement an alliance between house Padel and house Ackles, Omega Ja’red travels through the Great Waste to be bonded to someone he’s never met.
Written for
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A/N: I have never written anything remotely like this before (the name thing? I just..don't even...), and I have no idea where the fuck it came from. I wrote it in the past 3 hours because my muse wouldn’t shut up about it. “shakes head at muse*
The heat was unbearable. Ja’red couldn’t fathom how the Sukkla could live in this oppressive environment. Gritty, shifting sand as far as the eye could see and air that baked one like the ovens in the city square back home. His entourage had been travelling for 3 days across the Great Waste and although they were nearly at their destination, it seemed as though they would never arrive. The landscape never varied, the gentle rise and fall of the dunes seemed to stretch on forever.
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