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said_scarlett) wrote2004-07-13 01:20 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2004-07-13 01:20 pm
15 Minute Ficlet
Title: Accidents
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Rating: R
Warnings: Blood
Summary: Accidents Happen
Word: Bloodied
Remus hadn’t meant to hit him that hard. The young werewolf recoiled, frowning nervously at the thin trickle of blood that seeped from Severus’ temple. The sinuous line of scarlet stood out drastically against pale, sallow skin.
“I’m sorry!” His eyes widened and his hands came up to cover his mouth, covering them in horror. “I’m so sorry!”
“Bastard,” Severus muttered, wincing and glaring at the werewolf. Remus took a hesitant step forward, and wasn’t all that surprised when the Slytherin stepped back.
“I didn’t mean to….”
“To what? To hurt me? Somehow, I doubt that.”
“I just wanted you to let go of me.”
“Well you got what you wanted. Fuck.”
“It looks like it hurts….”
“It does!”
Remus frowned again, reaching up to brush a bit of blood soaked air away from the cut on the other boy’s head.
“It’s not that bad,” he said, inspecting it closely. Severus seemed frozen. Remus pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, and dabbed at the wound. “Hold still,” he warned.
“Don’t touch me,” Severus hissed. Remus ignored him, eyes focused on the trickling blood. It was calling to something inside of him that he usually ignored. He licked his lips, not even realizing what he was doing.
“And stop looking at me like I’m your next meal.” Remus could detect a scent of fear now. Fear and blood. The werewolf shuddered, his body straining towards Severus.
“Sorry,” he muttered, handkerchief cast aside and one fingertip tracing the line of blood down Severus’ cheek. It stained the pad of his finger red, and be brought the bloodied digit to his lips.
“What the hell are you doing?” Severus’ voice held a note of panic.
“I….don’t know.” Remus flushed as crimson as the blood on Severus’ face, shame flooding him. He was licking the other boy’s blood! What was wrong with him? He closed his eyes, trying to shake off the desire to run his tongue along Severus’ face, lapping up every trace of his blood. And then to lick elsewhere. To bite and hold and possess.
“Uh….I’ve gotta go,” Remus said quickly, struggling with his own body’s reactions. He backed away, trying not too look at the expression of disgust and distaste on the other boy’s face.
“I think that would be a very good idea.”
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Later that night, alone in his bed, Remus thought of Severus, his sallow skin painted in blood and his lips curled up in a mask of pleasure rather than a sneer.
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Rating: R
Warnings: Blood
Summary: Accidents Happen
Word: Bloodied
Remus hadn’t meant to hit him that hard. The young werewolf recoiled, frowning nervously at the thin trickle of blood that seeped from Severus’ temple. The sinuous line of scarlet stood out drastically against pale, sallow skin.
“I’m sorry!” His eyes widened and his hands came up to cover his mouth, covering them in horror. “I’m so sorry!”
“Bastard,” Severus muttered, wincing and glaring at the werewolf. Remus took a hesitant step forward, and wasn’t all that surprised when the Slytherin stepped back.
“I didn’t mean to….”
“To what? To hurt me? Somehow, I doubt that.”
“I just wanted you to let go of me.”
“Well you got what you wanted. Fuck.”
“It looks like it hurts….”
“It does!”
Remus frowned again, reaching up to brush a bit of blood soaked air away from the cut on the other boy’s head.
“It’s not that bad,” he said, inspecting it closely. Severus seemed frozen. Remus pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, and dabbed at the wound. “Hold still,” he warned.
“Don’t touch me,” Severus hissed. Remus ignored him, eyes focused on the trickling blood. It was calling to something inside of him that he usually ignored. He licked his lips, not even realizing what he was doing.
“And stop looking at me like I’m your next meal.” Remus could detect a scent of fear now. Fear and blood. The werewolf shuddered, his body straining towards Severus.
“Sorry,” he muttered, handkerchief cast aside and one fingertip tracing the line of blood down Severus’ cheek. It stained the pad of his finger red, and be brought the bloodied digit to his lips.
“What the hell are you doing?” Severus’ voice held a note of panic.
“I….don’t know.” Remus flushed as crimson as the blood on Severus’ face, shame flooding him. He was licking the other boy’s blood! What was wrong with him? He closed his eyes, trying to shake off the desire to run his tongue along Severus’ face, lapping up every trace of his blood. And then to lick elsewhere. To bite and hold and possess.
“Uh….I’ve gotta go,” Remus said quickly, struggling with his own body’s reactions. He backed away, trying not too look at the expression of disgust and distaste on the other boy’s face.
“I think that would be a very good idea.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Later that night, alone in his bed, Remus thought of Severus, his sallow skin painted in blood and his lips curled up in a mask of pleasure rather than a sneer.