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The Lost Art Of Necromancy

The Lost Art Of Necromancy
Pairing: Jay James/Padge
POV: Jay
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Necromancy
Notes: First Halloweeny fic (of two) posting it now... just cause. This fic started off basically as the title, which I thought sounded good so added it to my fic to do list. Now as anyone that's seen it will confirm, the to-do list is quite long. It's filled with vagueish ideas that I come up with and most never get done for various reasons. I dunno what made me get the idea that became this, but I thought it'd be fitting for Halloween. think I was channelling the same sort of stuff that resulted in this. Anyway, here it is.

I hummed along to the radio as I drove home. Soon, I'd be there, then I could just flop on the couch and waste the night away. I smiled to myself, glad that it was Friday, that I'd have a few days to myself, that I could do whatever I wan...

I screamed in pain as I something dig into me and with sickening horror I realised it was the car. Time seemed to slow down. I'd been hit by something, I didn't know what, but it was enough to cause the car to crumple. I coughed, knowing it was blood and my vision went all hazy. Was this it? Was this how I died? By being hit by a... whatever?


I stirred slightly, feeling a little groggy. Not that I was surprised, given what my last thoughts were. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the oddly dm light. Wherever I was, it was dark, the only lights coming from flickering candlelights. Odd. Why would a hospital be lit by candles?

I looked around in the dim light, noting that while I was on a bed, there were no machines No medical equipment of any kind. There wasn't even one of those charts. Maybe there'd been a power cut or something?

I looked around, trying to see if anything else was there. In the dark I could see a figure and I raised my head slightly to get a better view. They didn't look like a doctor or nurse. They were wearing a black robe, which made it hard to make them out. They leaned forward and I could make out a smirk. "Ah, you're awake. How're you feeling?" The voice was masculine, deep and Welsh.

I thought for a moment, trying to word how I felt as well as work out exactly how I felt. Considering I'd been in a car accident I'd say just being alive was a good thing. "I feel... ok. Mostly groggy and a little... hazy." He nodded, stepping closer and looking me over. "Where am I?"

"Somewhere safe." He replied, vaguely. He was now standing over me and he reached down, a hand running along my right arm. "Do you feel that?" I nodded ad he did the same to my left. I nodded before he asked and he smiled. "Ok. What's the last thing you remember?"

"I was in my car heading home from work. Then something hit the car and I felt like I was being crushed and then... I woke here." He nodded again and I got a glimpse of his face. Long, dark hair, goatee, dark eyes. He looked quite attractive actually.

"Remember your name? Date of birth?"

I nodded, assuming such a test would be important. "Yeah, I'm Jay James and my date of birth is January 13th, 1981." He nodded again, then a grin formed on his face.

"It worked..." He chuckled, that smirk returning. I blinked, wonderng what he meant. Was he glad I was alive and still had my memory? Maybe they'd had to do some risky procedure. Stll, though, something seemed... off.

"Am I gonna be ok?"

"Huh?" He looked at me again, then chuckled. "Yes. And no."

I raised an eyebrow a little, confused. "What does that mean?" I bit my lip, worried now. Had something happened? Was I missing a leg or something?

He looked thoughtful, as if deciding the best way to tell me. He reached down, lifting the sheet that covered me up. I wasn't sure what I was expecting to see, but all I saw were wounds sritched up. "Watch your chest." I watched, but still didn't get what I was supposed to be seeing, at first anyway.

It took me a few moments to realise it wasn't what I was supposed to be seeing, it was what I wasn't seeing.

My chest wasn't moving. I kept watching but there was nothing, no movement at all. "Why... why am I not breathing? What's going on?"

"You're not breathing because you're dead." He replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "But I bought you back." He smirked and it unsettled me slightly. "You're mine now."

i blinked, looking at him like he was crazy. "What?"

"I've been looking for a body for awhile now, one that I could... make use of." He paused for a moment, running a hand over my belly. "Two days ago I was at the morgue and I saw your pretty little body. I knew I had to have you. Getting you out was easy, security at the hosptal is so lax, especially where the dead are concerned. But I got you here, my home." He gestured around the room and smiled. "It took awhile to do the ritual and I wasn't quite sure it was going to work, but then you woke up."

I looked at him and blinked. That all sounded so... insane, but then I glanced down and saw that my chest wasn't moving. "What?" It was all I could make out, despite wanting to say more.

He smiled, reaching down and stroking my hair. "I know it's a lot to take in but that's how it is."

"What... what does this mean?"

"Ah, well..." He paused and smiled again. "A lot of things. I'll go through the basics as best I can. First you're technically undead, but not like a zombie. You're not mindless and your body won't rot. You'll stay as you are indefinitely. Second you don't have to eat or drink, but that doesn't mean you can't. Third, you can't leave this house. That's my choice. If you ever tried you'd not be able to get past the front door. Or the back one."

I swallowed, getting more scared by the minute. "What are you gonna do to me?"

"Keep you." I blinked at his words, wondering what exactly he meant by that. He ran a hand over me again. "You're so pretty..." He paused, licking his lips. "You know it's surprisingly hard to get a body as pretty as you. So many pretty boys come in with bodies too damaged, or get picked up before I get chance to take them. But you?" He smiled darkly. "I guess I finally got lucky."

I scoffed, looking right at him. "Lucky for you. Not so much for me."

He shrugged slightly. "Not my fault you're dead. Blame the drunk truck driver for that." He paused again, sitting on the edge of the bed. "But at least I was able to bring you back." He smiled, that unsettlng smile again. "But to answer your question more specifically is rather simple. I need companionship. I have needs just like anyone else and you're going to fulfill them."

"You... bought me back to... fuck me?"

"Among other things, yes." He nodded, stroking my arm. "I don't expect you to let me at first but after awhile, you will. Maybe you'll even come to enjoy it."

I swallowed, getting the feeling I had no choice either way. I looked him over and, well. He wasn't unattractive, what I could see anyway. I probably wouldn't say no to him if things were different. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why go to all this trouble of bringing me back, why not just get a... you know... alive person?"

"Well, that's two things really. To answer the second part first, I don't much get on with the living. I'm hardly a social butterfly." He chuckled softly to himself. "As to the fist part, it's not as hard as you'd think. The ritual part anyway. The hard part's finding a useable body. Now I have you and you're so..." He sighed, shifting his hand up, his fingers brushing my cheek and stroking my hair. "So beautiful."

I looked at him and I could tell that he meant it. It had been awhile since anyone had called me that. Despite everything it felt, nice. I actually felt myself lean into his touch.

He noticed and smiled, though it wasn't the unsettling one he'd had so often tonight. "Can I fuck you?" I found myself nodding and he smiled, bending down and kissing my cheek. He stood and pulled the cover aside, making a motion with his finger for me to roll over. I did so, rolling onto my stomach so my ass was in the air. I heard him move behind me, felt him shift onto the bed behind me. His hand held me open as a slick finger probed my opening and I let out a low groan. He was surprisingly gentle. He didn't have to be. He worked his finger fully into me, making me moan. I squirmed when he pushed a second finger into me, working them in and out steadily.

He stopped after a few minutes, moving them entirely and climbing on the bed. I bit my lip and groaned, his dick pressing into me. It felt strange, in that it didn't feel strange. I guessed I thought it might feel different than regular sex did but it really didn't. He gripped onto my hips and started moving steadily, just like he had with his fingers. I felt my eyes lid and I tipped my head a little against the pillow as his thrusts became harder. Fuck he was so good, better than I'd have expected from how he talked. Each thrust of his hips caught my spot, making me groan.

At this point I'd usually be groaning his name in a mantra, but I realised that I'd been too shocked to actually ask. Instead I just moaned, knowing from experience that this was a bad time to do so. Instead I just let a few swear words pass my lips. I felt him snake a hand around my waist, his fingers wrapping around my length. He stroked me steadily, kinda in time with the movements of his thrusts. I groaned, jerking into touch. Fuck he was good. Better than that. Amazing.

I wasn't sure how long he continued pounding me like that. It felt like a long time but not enough at the same time. I heard him grunt behind me and fuck. I couldn't take it. I let go over myself, shooting across my belly and the sheets, surprised at how... ordinary it felt. It was an amazing orgasm, sure, but it didn't feel different from similar ones I'd had before. Was it meantto feel any different?

My thoughts left me as I heard hm grunt again, lower this time with my name in there. Despite never having been with him before I knew, somehow, that was a sign he was close. I felt him cum inside me and I sighed, resting my head against the pillow and panting. Was that out of habit?

i felt him slide out of me and then heard more movement. "Would you like anything? Beer, smoke?" I nodded, rolling over and shifting so I was sitting up. I watched him, staring at his bare skin, at is nice, rounded arse as he got out a beer before returning to me, handing me a bottle. I smiled and took a long gulp, watching him as he laid beside me, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag, blowing out smoke, before chuckling.

"What?" I asked, taking the bottle from my lips. He nodded towards it so I looked down, realising that I'd downed the whole thing in one go! Maybe this whole undead thing had some advantages. I smiled, took a cigarette from and let him light it for me. "So... what's your name? You never said."

"I didn't?" His cheeks flushed a little and he took the cigarette out, taking a drink from his own bottle. "Well, my name is Micheal, but I've never really liked that. I prefer Padge." I nodded a little, setting the empty bottle down and looking at him.

"I guess should... thank you." He looked at me and I smiled. "First, for bringing me back. And second, for that amazing fuck." He laughed at that, a smile spreading across his lips.

"I think you should take some of the credit for the last one."

I smiled and nodded a little, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "So, why don't you tell me about yourself? And also, what I can expect from being... like this?"

He didn't answer, not right away. Instead he caught my lips in his and kissed me. I guess answers could wait, a little while longer anyway.
Tags: bullet for my valentine, fic, jay james, jay james/padge, padge, slash
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