#nocturna artificialia

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Nocturna Artificialia

pairing: the second Corinthian x Daniel | Dream of the Endless

NSFW

The mechanics of bodies were familiar and generally easier than the mechanics of feelings. After all, he still retained memories of past lovers (not his own, of course, but his despite himself; there was always a terrible chaos in his head and each time he had to be careful about was and wasn't).

The Corinthian's hands ran over his bare skin. He asked him to abandon any form of reverence and his lover, reluctantly, agreed. Daniel knew how sacred his body was to the Nightmare but that night was too dark and his mind too unstable and he needed to keep past and present from colliding in the usual schizophrenic mess.

He needed to banish the memory of loves that weren't his with the love he had.

- Close your eyes -

The Corinthian turned him on his stomach with a quick, rough gesture and spread his legs without much preamble. He felt his gaze linger for a long time on his body so exposed, the two small mouths eager to lick and bite everything they could. Daniel loved those mouths, and to reward them for their gluttony, he spread his legs even wider, letting his Nightmare get a better look at that part of his flesh that was soft and pink.

Hands flowed back over him, ravenous, over his legs, over his thighs, in a series of sensual and eager caresses, until they rested on his hips. They squeezed him, tightly, and he felt himself being taken, lifted, until he was on his knees, his hands firmly planted on the mattress, his body an exhilaration mixed with awe, tense with an excited anxious anticipation. Morpheus could never have found himself like that, in his place, submissive and vulnerable as he was in that moment, as he loved to be when he was alone with the Corinthian. Morpheus would never: that thought alone was enough to make him proud of himself.

He didn't try to hold back any moans when the Corinthian spread his butt with his hands and began to prepare him with his tongue. That part was…oh, the one he loved most! a moment of pure, selfish pleasure! He already wanted to start moving, to chase that tongue, but the Nightmare's hands blocked his movement and all he could do was arch his back and clutch the white sheets of his bed tightly. Suddenly, the Corinthian bit him hard on his thigh and that pain, after all the pleasure, prepare him for what was to come.

The Nightmare's fingers were slowly forcing his skin and muscles. The pain began to rise: he imposed himself to hide it but already he could feel rage mounting against his simulacrum of a human body that only painfully succeeded in adapting to pleasure.

The Corinthian noticed this and began to slow his movements.

- I don't want to hurt you -

Daniel answered with a growl of pure anger

- If you don't hurt me I won't let you touch me anymore! -

The fingers inside him resumed moving, more hungry, in a rough and methodical way, apparently heedless of the tears that had begun to line his face; then stopped. He had always loved the difference of their bodies, and feeling those strong legs closer to his turned him on so much that he forgot the pain he had just felt. Hands went up and down again along his back and thighs, fingertips lingering gently on his vertebrae. Then the Nightmare gripped his hips and worked his way into his body through slow movements to pleasure them both. He slowly felt his flesh open, stop resisting, take the Corinthian's sex inside him as if he wanted to do nothing else.

The Nightmare bent over him so that he had easier access to what was between his legs. Woman, man, it was something indifferent to Daniel but he knew what his lover preferred and he felt a large, strong hand close on his member, begin to pump him harder and harder, trying to go in rhythm with the thrusts of their bodies toward each other. All of Daniel's strength, all of his concentration was there, in those thrusts toward his lover, and in that euphoric, mindless intoxication he thought about how good it was to be Daniel, only Daniel. Nothing else.

The orgasm came violent, cathartic, leaving him breathless from how much he had cried out. The Corinthian clutched his body in one last grip before he cum inside him, before leaving him to lie still panting on the mattress. Daniel opened his eyes and listened: the voices of the infinite memories in his head fell silent, finally quiet.

He rushed to find shelter into his Nightmare's harms, snuggling into the only safe place in the Dreaming and over.

The Corinthian began to place small kisses on his hair, on his forehead, his own way of apologizing.

- I hate hurting you - he whispered into his white locks but Daniel wanted to shout to him just use me use me, please, never stop doing it!

- It never hurts, if it's you -

He held the Corinthian tightly and began to rub his face against his chest, like a cat, lulled by the litany of kisses. That night, just like two human beings, they would sleep.

- I don't want to dream this time - the Nightmare told him as his voice was already growing feebler and feebler.

Daniel's heart tightened in a grip of tenderness.

- Don't worry my love, no dreams will trouble us tonight -

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ESCRITORES Y POETAS: Entrevista a Oscar Varona, autor de "Nocturna Artificialia" y "Contracción".

Nacido en Madrid en 1973. Bibliotecario, escritor y collagista. Oscar Varona publicado relatos y collages en numerosas revistas de medio mundo, entre ellas Wire (Italia) y Vogue (Hong Kong). Coordinador y editor de la revista cultural Delirio en sus diez números (2009-2012). Ha publicado tres libros: Trémolo (Jamais, 2003), Nocturna Artificialia (Ediciones en Huida, 2020) y Contracción (Ediciones…

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Nocturna Artificialia (1979)

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Nocturna Artificialia (1979) Directors: Stephen Quay, Timothy Quay

IMDb: An enigmatic story told in seven chapters, each introduced by an elliptical sentence on a title card.

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Quay Brothers / Nocturna Artificialia 1979 

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Nocturna Artificialia (1979) Directors: Stephen Quay, Timothy Quay IMDb: An enigmatic story told in seven chapters, each introduced by an elliptical sentence on a title card.

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Brother Quay.

‘Stephen and Timothy Quay, identical twins, were born in Norristown, near Philadelphia, in 1947. After graduating in 1969 from the Philadelphia College of Art, where they studied illustration and graphics, they won a scholarship to the Royal College of Art, London. At the School of Film and Television they made their first short films (mostly lost), and met fellow student Keith Griffiths, who first collaborated with them on Nocturna Artificialia (1979), funded by the BFI Production Board. Working together as Koninck Studios, with Griffiths producing, the Quays have maintained a steady output of surreal and fastidious puppet animation films, supplemented by design work for opera, theatre and ballet. To help finance their avant-garde projects they have also worked on TV commercials, channel identification footage, and numerous music videos, including the Stille Nacht series, and, less characteristically, Peter Gabriel's Sledgehammer.’ (Screenonline.org) One of the Brother Quays most famous bits of work is a short called Street of Crocodiles (1986) In which they use an old house, home to some strange, almost nightmarish characters that have come to life. 

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Nocturna Artificialia (Short) | Quay Brothers | 1979

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Nocturna Artificialia (Stephen and Timothy Quay, 1979)

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Nocturna Artificialia (1979)

Directors: Stephen Quay, Timothy Quay

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#novela #collage #escritura

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Nocturna Artificialia (1979) Directors: Stephen Quay, Timothy Quay IMDb: An enigmatic story told in seven chapters, each introduced by an elliptical sentence on a title card.

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Nocturna Artificialia (1979) Directors: Stephen Quay, Timothy Quay An enigmatic story told in seven chapters, each introduced by an elliptical sentence on a title card.

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Nocturna Artificialia (1979) Directors: Stephen Quay, Timothy Quay IMDb: An enigmatic story told in seven chapters, each introduced by an elliptical sentence on a title card.

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Nocturna Artificialia (Short) | Quay Brothers | 1979

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Nocturna Artificialia (Short) | Quay Brothers | 1979