Fanfic: Sula Shags The Universe (1/1)

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Title: Sula Shags The Universe
Author: Avarice
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sula/Felicia, Sula/Alex, Sula/Collin, Sula/Derringer
Spoilers: -
Summary: A bit of crack about Sula and his ability to bed just about anyone, not limited to but including -- Felicia the troll from Scorch County, Alex the self-serving coward from 5ideways, Collin the megalomaniac and Derringer the blond behemoth from FH. Guest-starring Fox!
Word Count: 950
Date First Posted: 2009
Date Revised - 21-05-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: First written approx 2006. Oh silly, silly me. I always loved the very last part best. Sula and Fox are paperdolls, mirrors of each other in different universes. And Fox's character is one not of jealousy of people that are like him, but of camaraderie. He is so amused by Sula. I have a massive soft-spot for Sula playing with Alex's goggles, though. So frickin' cute. This was written way before Derringer began shagging Lesley Rudd in FH, too. Waaaay before.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.

 

Felicia bites him; not hard enough to cause real pain, but her teeth leave a scrape that will well with blood and last for days. Sula laughs, a deep throaty chuckle that makes the hairs at the back of Felicia's neck stand up.

It's a good thing.

She allows Sula the same privileges, letting him scrape his teeth on her collarbone. He's not like other humans, the hair and the teeth and the hooves don't bother him. Supposes it's some primitive, superstitious thing; time was when they thought up monsters and fantastical creatures all the time.

Felicia likes being worshiped as a fantastical creature, and the pleasures that go along with that.

She arches her back, legs wrapped around his slim hips, and long nails rake against the flesh of his waist. He grins, hoisting her higher by her knees. Felicia's molars grind in her jaw and she feels warmth.

Sula leans forward, kisses the valley between her breasts, and holds his finger to her mouth. She licks it from joint to top, and he uses it to run the length of his reddening scrape with pride. He smiles with a pair of sharp eyeteeth after her own heart.

*** *** ***

Alex lets Sula play with his goggles. Alex never lets anyone touch his goggles.

Then again, Alex doesn't allow cavemen he's just met to fuck him into the ever-loving ground.

Normally.

It's not like Sula held a gun to his head. He could get away anytime he wants to.

Alex looks across to Sula, sees him looking through the goggles from the wrong way around, grinning like an idiot. He sighs.

It doesn't make sense. There are people after him. Witches and monsters and demons with a thousand mouths... but he can really only remember one mouth clearly. It licked and sucked and while he had every opportunity to say 'no', he said 'yes' instead.

Alex never envisaged he'd add someone who wore animal hides and polished teeth to his personal tally, but live and learn.

Alex's bare chest is getting cold. He gets up and scrabbles for his shirt, awkward encounters not his style. Sula, having figured out how to put on the goggles, stares up at him through the black shiny lenses.

Escape lies cold and flat in the pocket of his pants only a few metres away.

Then Sula smiles. Slow, and from the edges of his mouth.

Alex stays.

*** *** ***

Collin has a Type. Fox knows it, the Demon knows it, Bootsie knows it. Hell, their postman knows it. But he never wanted to acknowledge or embrace that fact.

Until Sula.

Sula pins him to the bedroom wall, mouth firmly planted on his own, hands traveling like they have a passport to his body. Collin whimpers and grinds his cock against the muscled thighs beneath the skins. Sula uses the heel of his callused hand to press against the crotch of Collin's jeans.

Collin likes that, it seems. And the caveman wishes the pretty blond wasn't so fond of wearing clothes.

Sula replaces his hand with his crotch, rubbing up against Collin's sensitive parts while he kisses with enthusiasm.

"Fuuuuck," Collin sobs as his t-shirt whips off his head, and suddenly nipples are playthings. Sula licks Collin's bare neck like a lollipop, savours the taste and the tremors it produces.

It's the jeans that are really causing the problem, though. They're too hot and too tight. Collin begs Sula, not even knowing if he'll understand, to take them off.

Sula, like most men of Collin's Type, is nothing if not obliging.

*** *** ***

It's a friend of Fox and Collin's. That's what Derringer's told as he's waiting at Fox's apartment for his workmate to finish getting dressed.

He's told that Sula doesn't speak English, but Derringer talks anyway. He mentions how he likes Sula's beard, how no-one keeps their beards anymore except perhaps ZZ Top. He admires the strings of teeth around Sula's neck, telling him they look very authentic, very tribal.

Sula is looking at him oddly but Derringer doesn't notice; never notices, really. It's a fairly frequent occurrence.

Derringer continues to talk. Once he found a shark-tooth on the beach, and tried to make it into a necklace, but he drilled the hole too close to the edge, and it cracked, splitting the tooth. He was very upset.

When Derringer looks up from his drilling display, Sula is standing very close. His skin is dark and eyes are darker. He smells oddly like daffodil soap.

"I like your hair," Derringer says, but it comes out very quietly.

Sula puts his palm against Derringer's cheek. His hand sweeps gently over the photographer's eyes, pushing blond curls out of the way. The man, very close now, leans in and sniffs a handful Derringer's hair. He breathes in deeply, and afterwards, the exhaled breath on his face makes him tingle.

Sula takes a step back, hands going to his own neck. From the strings of teeth he wears, there's one string that has only really just been started, with a singular pearly white attached to it. The dark man takes it off and puts it solemnly around Derringer's neck, hands touching just a few seconds longer as he positions the necklace at the centre of the young man's throat.

"Wow," Derringer breathes, fingering the small, serrated tooth. Sula gives him a secret smile, and the blond's stomach flips.

"I'm ready," a voice comes from the other room, and Fox enters. He watches as Derringer takes a reflexive step back from Sula.

"Let's go!" Derringer says brightly.

Fox looks from Derringer, to Sula, and back to Derringer. He smiles.

 

~finis