A/N: This is Candace's fault. Written for the Spooky Strife Halloween 2007 Challenge on the strife_lust list.

Note on the title for those not familiar with French (a.k.a. it's funnier when I don't have to explain it): The French phrase "La petite mort" is literally translated as "the little death," a French title for an orgasm. By changing "La" to "Une," I changed it to "a little death," which, in the context of this fic, is a play on the phrase, a double entendre, and a pun.

Pairing: Deimos/Strife

Warnings: NC-17

Disclaimers: I don't own the characters, I'm not making a profit, and if I'm sued, I will eat your lawyers' brains.

Archive: Strife Lust and my LJ.

Summary: Strife’s legs were starting to shake, thighs aching with exertion; even as a god he was hitting his limits. He suspected he’d pushed Deimos past his.

Word count: 1685


Une Petite Mort