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Drabbles - Days 4 & 5

Craig/Remus – Being careful

"Fuck, that hurts!"

Remus chuckled, ignoring the younger man's protests as he continued to pull long, spindly spines from Craig's leg. As each was removed, he dropped it into a large bowl, which he would take to Regulus later to see if it was anything he could use in his potions research.

"You could have warned me," Craig complained, his attempted pout marred by a grimace as Remus extracted another spine.

"You mean Be careful, it's easily frightened and it's spines are resistant to magic wasn't enough of a warning?" The werewolf chuckled again and shook his head. Craig was just lucky the venom in the spines was an irritant and not a poison. Dropping the last of the spines into the bowl, he sighed. Now that they were out, he could use healing spells to relieve the pain and inflammation in his young friend's leg.

"Well, I'd never seen a creature like it before! How was I supposed to know?"

"That's why I told you not to go exploring that deep into the Forest on your own." This time Craig could manage a pout, which Remus dismissed with a roll of his eyes. "Just, be more careful next time."

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Walden/Craig – Blood Play

It was the contrast that fascinated him the most, the rich crimson against the paler background. Pink, white, peach, golden, each tone changed the contrast just enough that each time was a new piece of art.

This time he was working on a canvas tanned from exposure to the outdoors. It muted the contrast, required deeper cuts to make the blood well up in thicker lines as his knife slid through skin and the barest bit of muscle. The canvas squirmed beneath him, writhing as each stroke of the knife added to the burning pain that was building.

Another slice.

Another curving arch of gleaming red.

Another pleasant vibration of the mouth around Walden's cock as Craig choked on another scream.

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Remus/Regulus – Jealous werewolf (we're making it a kink)

The first time, he ignored it. A night sharing cognac with a friend was nothing.

The second time, he caught his lover's smirk and knew this game for what it was.

When coy looks were thrown his way from across the room the third time, while his lover stood too close to that same 'old friend', knowing the game didn't make holding back the urges any easier and only resulted in shattered glass, a slice across his palm.

He realised how well his lover knew him, knew how to push the buttons to get the reaction he wanted, after the next night spent watching his lover laugh and flirt over dinner, checking to make sure he was watching. It was the flaunting of it, knowing it was done on purpose that woke his animal side. It was a dare to take back what was his.

"Is this what you wanted, what turns you on?" he growled after the fifth time it happened.

The other man had barely closed the door behind him upon returning before his back met the wall forcefully, robes torn open before his arms were pinned above his head by strong hands more accustomed to offering gentle caresses. "Going to do something about it?"

It was the last defiance, that final dare which lead to demanding hands, possessive tongues. And, when Remus pushed into Regulus roughly, a fierce MINE muttered around the lower lip caught between his teeth as he fucked the proper Black against the wall, Remus admitted to himself he wanted it, too.