What You Have Become, Alice, NC-17
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phantismaFandom: SyFy's Alice
Title: What you Have Become
Charcater: Hatter
Rating: NC-17, more for theme than graphic
Word Count: 570
Summary: Wonderland isn't everything the fairy tale says, and the Hatter in this tale is maybe madder than that of the original, especially once this tale is done.
A/Ns & Warnings: Um....somewhere along the way, I picked up a vampire!Hatter in my Brain. I've sort of poked at him on my comment fic post. Then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
orphan_project chose him for five prompts from my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
angst_bingo card. This is the second of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo.
It's a lot like drowning…the desperate grasping for something just out of reach, the gasping…frantic for air and getting nothing but hot, sticky, wet liquid in its place…it burns, covers his face, fills his mouth, his throat, his lungs, so much more potent than the tea…blood, in its pure form, fresh and steaming from an open vein, pouring out over him while he is held open, bound and naked and spread open to his master's pleasure…and he has no choice but to swallow, to take it into himself, to taste the madness and let it burn into him.
He fights, if only for the first little while, the last vestiges of fear burning away as he struggles against the bonds, against the inevitable ending of his life. He gulps and swallows and turns his head away as if he might somehow escape the fire already eating into his body.
He tries to breathe, to break free, to beg for mercy…but the only mercy is to give in, to accept it, to taste what he swallows so greedily…feel what he is given in exchange for the beating of his heart.
There is darkness. A sweet, decadent decay that lacks subtlety, but fills him with a hunger he cannot describe. It transcends the ache he knew for the tea, obliterates it and takes its place and he knows his hunger will burn for lifetimes beyond the one he knew.
There is sadness, it is flitting and brief, a butterfly against the tongue, there and then gone…replaced with lust that floods him, hardens his cock and quickens is tongue, tightens his lips to pull more of the fire into him…and brings him close to orgasm before his master pulls back, lessens the flow, bites deep into his thigh, drawing back some of the fire, easing Hatter back from the edge and leaving him panting for air.
There is madness…a strange, swirling flavor that slips into him almost unnoticed until he has swallowed and blooming then in bright colors and sharp stabbing pains and bands of tight desire that surround his heart and crush it slowly and steadily until he calls out, his body convulsing, his cock spilling out.
His master lifts his face from his bloody thigh to the come on his stomach, licking it up before he yanks on Hatter's dying body, pulling him forcefully onto the hard cock with which he possesses him.
The prince laughs coldly as Hatter screams out, shaking and convulsing as blood eeks from Hatter's wounds and his heart squeezes out its final beats and his lungs gasp their final breaths and his body arches up in a last attempt to escape the inevitable fate.
He fucks Hatter through the death throes, through the end of his life, through the slow, grating rebirth as the blood and the madness carved a new creature from within him.
And then, when the darkness of dying has begun to recede and Hatter once again opens his eyes, the Prince comes inside him, hard and hot and he laughs as he pulls out and looks down at his protégé.
Hatter understands his laughter now, the desire in his stomach strong and heavy as he is freed from his bonds and the Prince draws him close. "You thought the tea was delicious before…wait until you taste it fresh from its source. Come Hatter, it is time you see what you have become."
Title: What you Have Become
Charcater: Hatter
Rating: NC-17, more for theme than graphic
Word Count: 570
Summary: Wonderland isn't everything the fairy tale says, and the Hatter in this tale is maybe madder than that of the original, especially once this tale is done.
A/Ns & Warnings: Um....somewhere along the way, I picked up a vampire!Hatter in my Brain. I've sort of poked at him on my comment fic post. Then
orphan_project chose him for five prompts from my angst_bingo card. This is the second of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo.It's a lot like drowning…the desperate grasping for something just out of reach, the gasping…frantic for air and getting nothing but hot, sticky, wet liquid in its place…it burns, covers his face, fills his mouth, his throat, his lungs, so much more potent than the tea…blood, in its pure form, fresh and steaming from an open vein, pouring out over him while he is held open, bound and naked and spread open to his master's pleasure…and he has no choice but to swallow, to take it into himself, to taste the madness and let it burn into him.
He fights, if only for the first little while, the last vestiges of fear burning away as he struggles against the bonds, against the inevitable ending of his life. He gulps and swallows and turns his head away as if he might somehow escape the fire already eating into his body.
He tries to breathe, to break free, to beg for mercy…but the only mercy is to give in, to accept it, to taste what he swallows so greedily…feel what he is given in exchange for the beating of his heart.
There is darkness. A sweet, decadent decay that lacks subtlety, but fills him with a hunger he cannot describe. It transcends the ache he knew for the tea, obliterates it and takes its place and he knows his hunger will burn for lifetimes beyond the one he knew.
There is sadness, it is flitting and brief, a butterfly against the tongue, there and then gone…replaced with lust that floods him, hardens his cock and quickens is tongue, tightens his lips to pull more of the fire into him…and brings him close to orgasm before his master pulls back, lessens the flow, bites deep into his thigh, drawing back some of the fire, easing Hatter back from the edge and leaving him panting for air.
There is madness…a strange, swirling flavor that slips into him almost unnoticed until he has swallowed and blooming then in bright colors and sharp stabbing pains and bands of tight desire that surround his heart and crush it slowly and steadily until he calls out, his body convulsing, his cock spilling out.
His master lifts his face from his bloody thigh to the come on his stomach, licking it up before he yanks on Hatter's dying body, pulling him forcefully onto the hard cock with which he possesses him.
The prince laughs coldly as Hatter screams out, shaking and convulsing as blood eeks from Hatter's wounds and his heart squeezes out its final beats and his lungs gasp their final breaths and his body arches up in a last attempt to escape the inevitable fate.
He fucks Hatter through the death throes, through the end of his life, through the slow, grating rebirth as the blood and the madness carved a new creature from within him.
And then, when the darkness of dying has begun to recede and Hatter once again opens his eyes, the Prince comes inside him, hard and hot and he laughs as he pulls out and looks down at his protégé.
Hatter understands his laughter now, the desire in his stomach strong and heavy as he is freed from his bonds and the Prince draws him close. "You thought the tea was delicious before…wait until you taste it fresh from its source. Come Hatter, it is time you see what you have become."
