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In the Den of the Tigress
Jan. 4th, 2011 01:51 pmTitle: In the Den of the Tigress
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lalalive23
Pairing: Belldom + female whores (basically an orgy)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Drugs: opium, sex
Summary: AU. 1857: Matthew is the bored son of an aristocratic family. Dominic is the son of a Colonel in the British Army, and, when he returns from a six month jaunt in Burma, he apologizes for missing Matthew's birthday in the most wonderful of ways.
Feedback: Is as addicting as chocolate heroin. Yeah. I went there.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. If I did, they sure as hell would not be let out of the naughty closet. I don't make money off this. If I did, I would be a rich lady and not distracting myself from writing an undergrad thesis that is somehow much bigger than I.
Note: This is third of the X-mas fics (it's really getting to the point now where it's like, why the hell do I bother? It's January and I AM SO LATE IT IS JUST SILLY. But let's pretend the mail was late, yeah?). This one belongs tosunshine_173 . Her prompt was: "Neck worship. Hand worship. Finger worship. Body worship? Yeah." She is a Matt girl so I knew exactly what she meant. HOWEVER, YOU DO NOT GET A GIFT AGAIN. Jesus. How do I explain how hard this was to write without telling her plot ideas or asking her to flesh things out with me? As my beta boo, I felt like I was hiding things from her. It made me so sad panda. And then, good lord, how many times did this plot change? We went from 19th century dandies with a biting fetish, to really violently, angry make up sex, to a Deadmau5 gig, BACK to violent sex. Well. I guess that just proves that I can never write a story without telling her about it because I CLEARLY don't know what to do with myself. HAPPY NEW YEAR KIDS <3
Historical Note: I know that London had a ridiculously small Chinatown in the 1800's, and that Opium Dens were basically non-existent. They merely existed in literature to drive home their hedonistic view points. But I loved this idea, and it is historically accurate that China was in the process of trading Opium with France, America, Canada and the UK before the Opium wars about 11 years after this story takes place. Suspend belief, yeah?
Thanks todolce_piccante for encouraging me to keep going and for being a heavenly bit reader. She is magical. OK. ENJOY!!!
( The taste of love is sweet. )
Author:
lalalive23 Pairing: Belldom + female whores (basically an orgy)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Drugs: opium, sex
Summary: AU. 1857: Matthew is the bored son of an aristocratic family. Dominic is the son of a Colonel in the British Army, and, when he returns from a six month jaunt in Burma, he apologizes for missing Matthew's birthday in the most wonderful of ways.
Feedback: Is as addicting as chocolate heroin. Yeah. I went there.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. If I did, they sure as hell would not be let out of the naughty closet. I don't make money off this. If I did, I would be a rich lady and not distracting myself from writing an undergrad thesis that is somehow much bigger than I.
Note: This is third of the X-mas fics (it's really getting to the point now where it's like, why the hell do I bother? It's January and I AM SO LATE IT IS JUST SILLY. But let's pretend the mail was late, yeah?). This one belongs to
sunshine_173 . Her prompt was: "Neck worship. Hand worship. Finger worship. Body worship? Yeah." She is a Matt girl so I knew exactly what she meant. HOWEVER, YOU DO NOT GET A GIFT AGAIN. Jesus. How do I explain how hard this was to write without telling her plot ideas or asking her to flesh things out with me? As my beta boo, I felt like I was hiding things from her. It made me so sad panda. And then, good lord, how many times did this plot change? We went from 19th century dandies with a biting fetish, to really violently, angry make up sex, to a Deadmau5 gig, BACK to violent sex. Well. I guess that just proves that I can never write a story without telling her about it because I CLEARLY don't know what to do with myself. HAPPY NEW YEAR KIDS <3Historical Note: I know that London had a ridiculously small Chinatown in the 1800's, and that Opium Dens were basically non-existent. They merely existed in literature to drive home their hedonistic view points. But I loved this idea, and it is historically accurate that China was in the process of trading Opium with France, America, Canada and the UK before the Opium wars about 11 years after this story takes place. Suspend belief, yeah?
Thanks to
dolce_piccante for encouraging me to keep going and for being a heavenly bit reader. She is magical. OK. ENJOY!!!( The taste of love is sweet. )
