hpsauce (hpsauce) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-19 12:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: hpsauce, kink: blood play, kink: voyeurism, remus/sirius |
LMOM#19 - Trust
Title: Trust
Author: hpsauce
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Sirius/Fabian
Kink(s): blood play, voyeurism
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 1966
Notes: yet another first :D gala wanted established remus/sirius where sirius likes blood play but it is too dangerous to do with a lycanthrope - so remus allows sirius to have a once-in-a-lifetime chance to act out his fantasy with someone else while remus watches.
The blood blooms across the cut, appearing in tiny dots that join together before escaping the confines of Remus' skin. The both stare down at it for a second before they spring into action.
"Fuck!" Remus mutters, scrabbling away. He holds his hand to his shoulder, trying to stem the flow. His eyes are focused on the dribble of blood and he doesn't look up until he sees a flicker of movement.
"Drop the knife!" he cries at Sirius. He wanted to be calm but the worst case scenario is taking over his mind and he feels sick.
Sirius' face crumples and he drops the knife to the floor.
"I didn't mean to-," he says as if it is not painfully obvious. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Remus nods.
"I know," he says, his voice still high and panicky. His heart is beating too fast, even now that the knife has been dropped.
Sirius looks relieved. He steps towards him.
"Don't!" Remus cries, holding out his injured arm. The cut starts bleeding again in earnest, pulled apart by the movement. He sweeps his eyes across the room. "Throw me a tea towel."
Sirius throws one across to him, face a mask of confusion. He shifts uncomfortably but Remus has other things to focus on now that he knows he's safe. He presses the tea towel down on his shoulder.
It's the one they bought when they went to Cornwall. Sheep smile up at him and he looks sadly back. It will have to be burnt.
"Moony?" Sirius asks, unsure.
"It's okay," Remus says, the flow has halted and he smiles up at Sirius. He picks his way around the kitchen, past the shattered bowl and the knife and allows himself to be drawn into Sirius' arms.
Sirius pulls the tea towel away and Remus stiffens. Sirius makes no move to touch the wound, just looks down at the line made by his own startled hands.
"I'm sorry."
Remus tries his best to relax into the embrace and ignore the feel of Sirius cock, hard against his hip. He swallows his fear, swallows his trepidation, swallows his inadequacy. He holds Sirius tightly.
"I know."