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[005.] Ouroboros
Title: Ouroboros
Rating: R
Fandom: Doom Patrol
Characters: Larry Trainor / Eleanor Poole / The Negative Spirit, Rebis
Summary: The final, consensual creation of Rebis.
Warnings: Threesome, although it could be counted as masturbation on Rebis's part. Ffffu. It's Doom Patrol, you get it.
Notes: Takes place in what's effectively an alternate timeline after issue #49, because dammit I want Rebis's selfsex to be happy! ;;
What is this? Rebis wonders. It's something intangible, something inexplicable and something nearly but yet so far from human that it leaves Rebis feeling dizzy and disorientated for the first time.
Sex. Says Larry Trainor from somewhere inside Rebis.
Sex. Repeats Eleanor Poole again.
It can't be sex. Rebis replies, peeling off the bandages, unwrapping itself like it's the most natural thing in the world. We are already one.
There is no Larry or Eleanor, or even just the negative spirit, at least not physically. The three have become one being, forcibly at first, but accepting now.
Isn't that what sex is? It's Eleanor who challenges him, her voice comes with startling clarity out of nowhere in the darkness.
Yes, I suppose so. Rebis finally agrees, stripping away the dressings of this body, letting them fall to a floor that cannot logically exist with shirt and tie and trenchcoat.
Stranger things have happened. Larry reminds Rebis, his voice too, has become stronger, matching Eleanor's. One on the left, and one on the right, balancing one another and finally harmonising. There is one voice missing, one more piece of them left to comment.
Ihaveneverdonethisbefore and there it is, in front of Rebis's face, glowing in the shape of a human being, but hollowed out and outlined in brilliant, glowing yellow.
It's okay. We have. Say Larry and Eleanor as one.
Hands ghost over one another, neither physical nor imaginary, two sets warm and natural, one crackling and fluctuating like a heart monitor.
I didn't know it could be like this. Rebis says against a set of lips that seems to change even as he speaks to them.
Itmustbeconsummated The Negative Spirit's golden aura wobbles comfortingly, reaching out with the approximation of a hand to stroke across Rebis's face. Fear is surrendered to pleasure, to need and to trust.
That's right. It'll only work if you want it. Larry Trainor murmurs as his hands and his lips and his body press against that of Eleanor Poole and The Negative Spirit, and Rebis itself.
Rebis hesitates, then decides.
I want it.
Good says the achingly beautiful harmony of three voices in the darkness. Rebis surrenders to the man and the woman and the spirit, who close themselves around one another tightly. Breasts meet hard planes of muscled flatness, two sexes meet sexlessness in a union that makes Rebis wish it could cry.
Rebis can't tell where one body ends, and another begins, four beings suddenly entangled in an infinite number of combinations, a brilliant splash of neon green in the darkness, pulsing and throbbing.
It's beautiful. Rebis manages, and feels the warmth of intimacy radiate inwards, cloaking him.
Yes, it is.
Yes, it is.
Yesitis.
It's me. Rebis realises in one stunning, breathtaking moment. We are becoming me.
No longer will Rebis simply be a mixture of Larry and Eleanor and The Negative spirit, but Rebis will be a compound. Bonded together to create a truly single entity.
Yes.
The Negative Spirit moves against and then into Larry Trainor, who kisses Eleanor Poole in an outline of green. Bodies thrust gently, so very animalistic, so very human, but this? This is celestial.
Separated voices steadily matching one another against the backdrop of clenching muscles and fluid limbs.
Ineverknewneverknewitwouldbelikethis says what Rebis at first thinks is the Negative Spirit, but which it realises could really be anyone.
I'msoclose comes another, identical voice, clear as a bell and filled with love and need and trust and a throbbing urgency.
Pleasepleasemetoodoit says the final voice, merging to the sound of three lines finally meeting at one distant point on the horizon.
Rebis feels its own body shudder violently and watches an explosion of green light pulse wildly before its eyes, a fraction of a glimpse of the inside of the universe and a cry of a climax from one clear source.
The light fades, and Rebis is alone.
One single, perfect entity generated by one perfect split second of synchronisation.
The light fades, and leaves the room dark and silent.
Thank you.
Rating: R
Fandom: Doom Patrol
Characters: Larry Trainor / Eleanor Poole / The Negative Spirit, Rebis
Summary: The final, consensual creation of Rebis.
Warnings: Threesome, although it could be counted as masturbation on Rebis's part. Ffffu. It's Doom Patrol, you get it.
Notes: Takes place in what's effectively an alternate timeline after issue #49, because dammit I want Rebis's selfsex to be happy! ;;
What is this? Rebis wonders. It's something intangible, something inexplicable and something nearly but yet so far from human that it leaves Rebis feeling dizzy and disorientated for the first time.
Sex. Says Larry Trainor from somewhere inside Rebis.
Sex. Repeats Eleanor Poole again.
It can't be sex. Rebis replies, peeling off the bandages, unwrapping itself like it's the most natural thing in the world. We are already one.
There is no Larry or Eleanor, or even just the negative spirit, at least not physically. The three have become one being, forcibly at first, but accepting now.
Isn't that what sex is? It's Eleanor who challenges him, her voice comes with startling clarity out of nowhere in the darkness.
Yes, I suppose so. Rebis finally agrees, stripping away the dressings of this body, letting them fall to a floor that cannot logically exist with shirt and tie and trenchcoat.
Stranger things have happened. Larry reminds Rebis, his voice too, has become stronger, matching Eleanor's. One on the left, and one on the right, balancing one another and finally harmonising. There is one voice missing, one more piece of them left to comment.
Ihaveneverdonethisbefore and there it is, in front of Rebis's face, glowing in the shape of a human being, but hollowed out and outlined in brilliant, glowing yellow.
It's okay. We have. Say Larry and Eleanor as one.
Hands ghost over one another, neither physical nor imaginary, two sets warm and natural, one crackling and fluctuating like a heart monitor.
I didn't know it could be like this. Rebis says against a set of lips that seems to change even as he speaks to them.
Itmustbeconsummated The Negative Spirit's golden aura wobbles comfortingly, reaching out with the approximation of a hand to stroke across Rebis's face. Fear is surrendered to pleasure, to need and to trust.
That's right. It'll only work if you want it. Larry Trainor murmurs as his hands and his lips and his body press against that of Eleanor Poole and The Negative Spirit, and Rebis itself.
Rebis hesitates, then decides.
I want it.
Good says the achingly beautiful harmony of three voices in the darkness. Rebis surrenders to the man and the woman and the spirit, who close themselves around one another tightly. Breasts meet hard planes of muscled flatness, two sexes meet sexlessness in a union that makes Rebis wish it could cry.
Rebis can't tell where one body ends, and another begins, four beings suddenly entangled in an infinite number of combinations, a brilliant splash of neon green in the darkness, pulsing and throbbing.
It's beautiful. Rebis manages, and feels the warmth of intimacy radiate inwards, cloaking him.
Yes, it is.
Yes, it is.
Yesitis.
It's me. Rebis realises in one stunning, breathtaking moment. We are becoming me.
No longer will Rebis simply be a mixture of Larry and Eleanor and The Negative spirit, but Rebis will be a compound. Bonded together to create a truly single entity.
Yes.
The Negative Spirit moves against and then into Larry Trainor, who kisses Eleanor Poole in an outline of green. Bodies thrust gently, so very animalistic, so very human, but this? This is celestial.
Separated voices steadily matching one another against the backdrop of clenching muscles and fluid limbs.
Ineverknewneverknewitwouldbelikethis says what Rebis at first thinks is the Negative Spirit, but which it realises could really be anyone.
I'msoclose comes another, identical voice, clear as a bell and filled with love and need and trust and a throbbing urgency.
Pleasepleasemetoodoit says the final voice, merging to the sound of three lines finally meeting at one distant point on the horizon.
Rebis feels its own body shudder violently and watches an explosion of green light pulse wildly before its eyes, a fraction of a glimpse of the inside of the universe and a cry of a climax from one clear source.
The light fades, and Rebis is alone.
One single, perfect entity generated by one perfect split second of synchronisation.
The light fades, and leaves the room dark and silent.
Thank you.