yiling matriarch (
marginalia) wrote2003-09-11 09:03 am
and there was d'oz. and there was much rejoicing.
new thing, dominic/oz for
phineasjones's ee cummings challenge (poem at link). so, yes, words and phrases lifted directly from cummings. sort of the idea, yes?
before dominic, oz lived outside of himself. lived in others, in music, in his brain, but not in himself. not in his skin. never in the blood and bone that betrayed him with each swelling of the moon.
it was easier to pretend that it wasn't a part of him, better, he thought, to control and subdue the beast and then to live as much as possible as though it did not exist. live a normal life, a life without the wolf. but then came dominic and the wolf screamed through blood and brain and oz had no choice but to answer.
oz took him then, fast, he thought, to purge both desire and memory. he hovered beyond himself, danced outside of the electricity that was dominic. dominic who was always fully at home inside his body, be it still, curled peacefully in a chair, or moving, dancing like a mad thing, pure instinct bubbling up from his bones and guiding the swivel of his hips.
tripping away, oz thought, get away he thought, but then tripped up by dominic's eyes he stumbled and fell and.
now. me, dominic, low grey eyes trapping grey gravel tumbling in his ear.
and it was new, oh yes, this was a new thing when forget dominic said, stop thinking he said and oz did, yeah, he did. shut down the brain, put an end to control and let dominic free him. laying out like an offering, dominic accepting piece by piece, nuzzling at his neck, a gentle bite to the ear, hands running up and down chest and torso, fierce, possessive kisses burning nerves out from the inside.
please oz hisses, so slow, feels dominic's breath at the base of his cock, feels dominic everywhere please feels dominic smiling against his hip please and there! arches with the sudden relief as dominic takes him, skilled wetheat in the laughing mouth and twirling tongue, and he's arching still, dominic's fingers pressing into his smooth skin, holding him, marking him taking him strong and firm and shock when oz comes shaking warm dominic's electricity all through him.
it's new, then, when dominic crawls up and curls around him, humming soft against his neck, oz melting into him and naming his body where they touch until he falls asleep.
and now, even now, it is quite a new thing, on those nights after the moon when dominic lets him when dominic shows the wolf won't break them. first gentle, exploring scars and tattoos and dominic's temporary hieroglyphics scrawled across his hands, sweat spreading ink mapping oz. then, pulsing together, dominic takes oz's hand, slicks it, spreads, ankles hooking, takes fingers one two three twist and
then oz sinks in, slow as dominic's eyes widen and thighs shake around him, heat tight surrounds him, skin slipsliding him on dominic and dominic on him, hands bracing, falling into a rocking rhythm with kisses not quite meeting. yeah, dominic breathes, there, oh! and oz is reaching for him, wrist twisting and the beat goinggoinggoing hot and tongue and sweat and
he's not thinking anymore, he's not. and he doesn't have to because with dominic under him again and again all is right and his body is right and strong
and the thrill is always new.

before dominic, oz lived outside of himself. lived in others, in music, in his brain, but not in himself. not in his skin. never in the blood and bone that betrayed him with each swelling of the moon.
it was easier to pretend that it wasn't a part of him, better, he thought, to control and subdue the beast and then to live as much as possible as though it did not exist. live a normal life, a life without the wolf. but then came dominic and the wolf screamed through blood and brain and oz had no choice but to answer.
oz took him then, fast, he thought, to purge both desire and memory. he hovered beyond himself, danced outside of the electricity that was dominic. dominic who was always fully at home inside his body, be it still, curled peacefully in a chair, or moving, dancing like a mad thing, pure instinct bubbling up from his bones and guiding the swivel of his hips.
tripping away, oz thought, get away he thought, but then tripped up by dominic's eyes he stumbled and fell and.
now. me, dominic, low grey eyes trapping grey gravel tumbling in his ear.
and it was new, oh yes, this was a new thing when forget dominic said, stop thinking he said and oz did, yeah, he did. shut down the brain, put an end to control and let dominic free him. laying out like an offering, dominic accepting piece by piece, nuzzling at his neck, a gentle bite to the ear, hands running up and down chest and torso, fierce, possessive kisses burning nerves out from the inside.
please oz hisses, so slow, feels dominic's breath at the base of his cock, feels dominic everywhere please feels dominic smiling against his hip please and there! arches with the sudden relief as dominic takes him, skilled wetheat in the laughing mouth and twirling tongue, and he's arching still, dominic's fingers pressing into his smooth skin, holding him, marking him taking him strong and firm and shock when oz comes shaking warm dominic's electricity all through him.
it's new, then, when dominic crawls up and curls around him, humming soft against his neck, oz melting into him and naming his body where they touch until he falls asleep.
and now, even now, it is quite a new thing, on those nights after the moon when dominic lets him when dominic shows the wolf won't break them. first gentle, exploring scars and tattoos and dominic's temporary hieroglyphics scrawled across his hands, sweat spreading ink mapping oz. then, pulsing together, dominic takes oz's hand, slicks it, spreads, ankles hooking, takes fingers one two three twist and
then oz sinks in, slow as dominic's eyes widen and thighs shake around him, heat tight surrounds him, skin slipsliding him on dominic and dominic on him, hands bracing, falling into a rocking rhythm with kisses not quite meeting. yeah, dominic breathes, there, oh! and oz is reaching for him, wrist twisting and the beat goinggoinggoing hot and tongue and sweat and
he's not thinking anymore, he's not. and he doesn't have to because with dominic under him again and again all is right and his body is right and strong
and the thrill is always new.

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it's new, then, when dominic crawls up and curls around him, humming soft against his neck, oz melting into him and naming his body where they touch until he falls asleep.
I have no idea who Oz is, but he's a lucky man.
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I really adore this paragraph. It´s beautiful. You´ve done an amazing job with this fic.
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~Kirsty
*pant*
*leans on desk*
I have to catch my breath! *gasp*
woah!
*adore*
this is amazing.
What else can I say...oh yeah!
I would love to stand under your creative juices, but my mom says we can't play that any more.
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I adore cummings, and you did an excellent job capturing the feel of the poem. And Dom/Oz...*implodes*. Now why didn't I think of that pairing?
Eh, well. I'm just glad you did. Absolutely lovely.
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yeah. that's what i was talking about. right there. in fact, it has elements in common with the sirius/remus i'm working on... hmmmm (: ) wow. so hot and so incredibly beautiful. i'm thrilled that you took up this challenge and that this is the result.
::applause::
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oz in a nutshell - very zen werewolf musician played by seth green :)
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thanks :)
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i actually went back and forth on the capital issue. as you can see, when i write in general i neglect it, but when i post fic i generally correct it. i had gone through and fixed half of them, before
and, i thank you :) *bow*
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:)
how bout you come over to my place and play with my creative juices? promise you don't have to tell your mom ;)
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naggingencouraging me to write it. i have more here (http://students.washington.edu/jaci/fic/doz.html), albeit mostly drabbles and pretty tame after this ;)i'm really glad to hear that it worked well for those who adore cummings. i tend to be an eliot or hopkins gal outside of the classroom, so my cummings background was limited.
thank you!
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(melinda and i had a thread in the writing journal trying to figure out if i should cap or not, and opted for no caps for that exact reason)
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so, whee! thank you! and thank you for issuing the challenge in the first place :)
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best offer I've had all week!
I'll be over in 7 days!
age those juices for me!
;)
~J~
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;)
*hugs*
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thank you! :)