| A Man Who is Not Afraid |
[Jul. 7th, 2013|03:36 pm] |
[Takes place in September of Yondaime Year 4, about six months before Ryouma's ANBU Trials. Warnings: NC-17, contains slash, graphic sex, and consensual BDSM/kink. Please read with an awareness of your own comfort level.]
Raidou made it home with blood in his hair, grit between his teeth, and a powerful desire for a shower, shave, and some kind of shindig.
Except no one said shindig anymore, so scratch that last one.
The barracks’ water pressure was temperamental at best, but it ran hot and long and very, very red before he was done with it. Heartblood spiralling down the drain. Well, there were worse ways to end up, he thought, making a clone to scrub his back. One day he’d be the crimson under someone else’s nails.
“Are you having a moment with yourself?” his clone asked, picking a ragged bit off the sponge.
“I might be,” Raidou said. “If myself would shut up.”
( The clone raked through his hair, stripping out dried blood and other unmentionable things until Raidou felt re-sterilized and a little scalped. ) |
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