I took out a bit of time from a terrible schedule to scribble out a what was intended to be a pure lemon, the nothing but violent 53X variety, that I'd been longing to write since Christmas. What it ended up being was a rather embarrassed, if detailed, lemon insight into the FujiHana relationship [we still firmly believe that Fujima is a sadist. ^.^] with much light-vs-dark imagery, and many im/explicit references to Greek mythology.

Technical Notes : This fic is from two main sort-of POVs, that switch after each passage of song. Not much of a secret, it starts with Hanagata, then switches to Fujima, so on so forth. 'Drive You Crazy' is property of Cocco.

Delphi Despoiled
by Djinn

My body responds to just pain
Your words and
Your whip and
Your scars I like

He bit back a scream, buried his face in the pillow, as two fingers savagely thrust their burning way into his consciousness - or more accurately, his rectum, forcing past the tight ring of sphincter that now spasmed around the intruders helplessly.

No lube, save the slick sheen of sweat that marked the passion of body to naked body. It drew blood, that, when there was no lubrication. He could feel the dry dust scraping of raw flesh, could picture the wet tracks of blood across the offending digits, as he had so often been shown, just so he knew how much it should hurt.

And it hurt! Yes, it did, especially as a third finger joined its brothers roughly, now tearing the flesh. A trickle of warmth trailed down his crack. He shuddered, gasped, moaned a little.

God.

Oh God.

He loved it.

I feel…just like…
I got a beautiful song
Yes, I go…I take you
Beyond the wild world

He smiled complacently at the trembling frame beneath him, a tangle of long arms and legs, its pale glowing dimly in the near-darkness. Lazily, he trailed his free hand across taut muscles, fingers tracing sharp planes and smooth curves. Leaned down to caress a swollen nipple, pleased with the slight quiver it elicited.

Pleased enough, that his fingers would turn cruel, twisting the same swollen nub as hard as he could. The ragged intake of breath, the painful tremor, these all pleased him much more. He dug the three buried fingers on his other hand into the soft, hot flesh viciously, revelling in the sensation of the snug fit, knowing that it wasn't, really, a fit. Knowing that the slippery wetness he could feel as he pistoned them in and out wasn't really a conventional wet either.

Knowing, most of all, that he owned this tall, beautiful young man below him - who could probably kill him with a few well-placed blows if he really really put his mind to it - body, heart, and soul, that he could kiss him and kill him, and he would still beg for more.

He loved it.

I turn off my switch
To play hole girl
"Peach pie and
Rag doll and
Ice cream I like"
I say my lines

He hated it, but he loved it all the same. It hurt, but the hurt was the only thing he could get from this sun god who played him like a lyre and threw him away when he had lost his interest, and thus it was precious and beautiful. The hurt seared him like light, like burning gold, and he drank as much of it as he could, while he could, or the darkness would take him with the last fading ember, and he would die without his deity.

Either that, or he'd always had a masochistic streak.

But it was true, nonetheless, that he would die if this living Apollo deserted him - he would rather die. It didn't matter if he used him, as long as he let him dream in his glow. He was Nyx's child, and the darkest shadow loved the brightest light. Light destroyed the shadow, yet shadow could not exist without it.

And aforementioned light had just withdrawn its punishing beams, wiping the traces of crimson carelessly off on his firm cheeks. Apollo-on-Earth knelt behind him, brandishing his lethal arrow, preparing to destroy the shadow.

You feel…just like…
You got a beautiful car
Yes, I go…I take you…
Beyond the wild world

He pressed the bulbous head of his proud manhood against the puckered opening, still tight despite the best efforts of his earlier plunder. He pushed, slowly at first, enjoying the thrilling pressure as the tense ring of muscle yielded unwillingly below his insistent member, the violent shudder from the rigid body beneath him as the entire head slipped into a glove of silky flesh. A quick, hard thrust, and he was in heaven, gripped by a fierce, tender heat, the anguished scream of the other echoing in his head.

It drove him wild, the agony in his voice, the smell of copper that burst forth with the scarlet rivulets, the searing heat of he impaled upon him, a tightness that milked his yearning cock like a vise. It all drove him wild, being deep within this young man who was his toy, and yet his love, and perhaps thus a love toy. Like books or money never could, like even the courts which were his dream never could, it drove him wild and filled him with need, and he gripped the pale hips hard enough to bruise, and drove himself within the heat, thrusting with unrivalled urgency.

Running up a slope, steep slope
And we'll fall down
Running up a slope, last slope
And we'll fall down

There was a dim sobbing, muted and faraway. He registered, with a vague surprise, that it emanated from him. The pain was incredible, he could hear almost nothing by the roar of blood in his ears, see nothing but the red miasma that enveloped his mind. Every withdrawal scraped raw flesh like flaming iron, every thrust blazed screaming pain across his frame.

Yet the very same thrust filled his hollow soul to the hilt with a full brightness he craved so desperately. The feel of his meat - the thought of his captain, his master - so deep within him, sent a shiver down his spine, down to stir a slow blood that swelled his straining cock, sent a flustered rose into his cheeks, and a quick, startled throbbing to his heart.

And yet, so, the very same thrust of solid, burning flesh that rammed like a freight train into that strange and secret spot within him, played a flashing and frenetic devil's trill all over his body, to the very ends of his fingertips, that his limbs trembled and his knees threatened to buckle.

He moaned, and despite the red and the tears that soaked the pillow, thrust his hips back for more, rewarded by a chuckle and a forceful shove. And he could feel it, orgasm, so close on the edges of his primal core, as the waves of pain and pleasure raged over and through him like a tempest, and the sobs and moans and wild cries coalesced into an Eris-song, frenzied and beautiful, a reverberating aphrodisiac.

Then the storm exploded, and he gave a violent jerk. A milky spurt painted his abdomen, dripped down to stain the sheets a different white, as his inner recesses clenched down hard on the pulsating rod, sending the warrior so deep within him to the Elysian fields.

He wept, perhaps from relief, and perhaps not.

Beautiful…how beautiful
Beautiful car taking you

The sensation was phenomenal, as the tight muscles contracted around his shaft, gripping his cock like a desperate hand. For a moment, he thought he would pass out from the pounding pleasure that clouded his head and made him see stars. Then he bucked twice, slammed the full length of the rod into the aching depths. The intense climax rocked him to the core of his being, as his cock pumped hot seed deep into the other's body, and this time he thought he might die, it was as if he were already in heaven.

CRASH . BOOM . BANG!!!

But he did not, and it was over.

Fujima shuddered, thrusting one last time, then stilled, pulled out, and rose unsteadily to sink down on the sheets, in front of Hanagata.

"Merry Christmas, Hana-chan."

The coal eyes fluttered open painfully, blinking away tears, as the corners of his lips quirked up in an almost-smile.

"And a happy New Year."

END

That's all folks. ^.^;; Djinn learns here that she's just not a pure-lemon writer [and that she should get back to 'Bright Star, would I were...' before she gets into trouble tomorrow]. >.< Gomen ne! I'm so sorry to disappoint...

Now for some footnotes that should clear up all that's Greek to you.

Footnotes :

Delphi Despoiled - According to some obscure sources, Delphi was the Greek God of Shadow, a tie-in to the reference of Hanagata as shadow while Fujima is light. Furthermore, Delphi is the site of the Shrine of the Oracle of Apollo, and widely considered Apollo's sacred ground, a tie-in to the constant reference to Fujima as Apollo. Thus, the desecration of Delphi, as the title presents, represents, more or less, the abusive intercourse. ^.^;;;

Drive You Crazy - An original >English< song by Okinawan ex-artiste Cocco [I adore Cocco!], appropriate, in my opinion, for this fic with its sexual references, and the parallel of the song to intercourse, and/or a destructive relationship. [All my own interpretation! Don't take it for real! ^.^;;;] Not to mention, the premise of the lemon [albeit supposed to be a pure raunchy one...] came about because of the song. ^.^

Apollo - Greek god of the sun [and many other areas], considered a figure of male perfection by many. [Was, incidentally, partial to a little homosexual relationship every now and then. ^.^] If anyone's read 'Hakanaki Hibi To...' you'll realise that the association of Fujima with light and the sun is a constant in most of my FujiHana's. ^.^;;

Lyre - One of Apollo's [here, Greek god of music] best instruments, crafted by Hermes. [It's a long long story.]

Lethal arrow - At the birth of the twins Apollo and Artemis, the pleased Zeus bestowed the former with harsh lethal arrows that brought a searing death, and the latter arrows that, just as lethal, brought a soft death with little pain. Of course, the arrow here is *cough* Fujima's endowment...

Nyx - Greek goddess of the night, and a very very powerful figure.

devil's trill - Just a small reference to the famous violin piece, penned by a composer who claimed the devil came to him in a dream and played a wonderful and terrifying tune. ^.^

Eris - Greek goddess of chaos.

Elysian Fields - The nice part of the Greek underworld, where warriors, musicians, and other good people went to after death. Heaven, more or less, in Grecian terms.

merry christmas - ^.^;;;; Er. A VERY belated Christmas fic?

Last point : It is a terrible and nerve-wrecking experience to write a lemon in the middle of a national security seminar, where you are in the fourth row, right next to your nice form-tutor, who is prone to take an interest in your work.