Rosy (real_life_rosy) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2010-05-29 09:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2010, author: real_life_rosy, kink: blood play, remus/severus |
LMoM: Tried and True, 29
Title: Tried and True
Author: Rosy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus and Sevy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Kink(s): bloodplay, for all that it's kinda... vanilla-y
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010
Summary: In every genre, there are cliches. That includes pornography.
Notes: Really, I just wanted to do something fun and silly. :D Plus I thought, "Hey... wouldn't it be funny if someone wrote a smut fic like in Stranger Than Fiction where one of the characters hears the narrator?"
Word Count: 1,195
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Severus Snape did not speak.
Magic was not simply the knowing of words and the proper movement of a wand. Magic went far deeper, into the very core of the world. The oldest and most powerful magics were bound up in ritual, and demanded that a balance be kept. To gain power, something of the caster must sacrificed. Of all the sacrifices Severus had ever been asked to make, this one he gave gladly.
The clearing in which he stood was perfectly circular, ringed by silvery birches. The ground was covered in a thick carpet of grass, tiny white flowers peeping out at him. The moon hung like a giant pearl in the velvet blackness of the sky, pouring silvery light down upon the earth. Severus stood in the very center, the moonlight sluicing over his naked body. It turned his normally sallow skin into something closer to alabaster and gilded his hair. He tipped his face up, looking at the moon; not quite full, but nearing it. Growing fatter and fatter as the nights went on. But tonight... tonight it was perfect.
Severus closed his eyes, feeling the warm caress of fingers against his skin. His gaze was caught by a pair of eyes the color of sun-kissed gold. Remus Lupin drew nearer, carding his fingers through the inky skeins of Severus' hair. It wasn't greasy tonight; it was lush and silken after a good washing. With a faint smile, Remus leaned in and kissed him. It was soft, warm, drawing Severus out. It unfurled slowly between them, Remus' tongue brushing against Severus' lips, and Severus’ mouth opening under the gentle touch. One kiss flowed into another, and another, until the feel of their lips against one another was as much a part of the night as their breathing.
When Remus pulled back, he let his forehead rest against Severus', his hands coasting along his lover's arms. Severus put his palm over Remus' heart, then gently turned and stretched out upon the velvety cushion of the forest floor.
Severus settled on his belly, letting his arms stretch out over his head. He waited patiently, breathing deeply and slowly. He felt the warm bulk of Remus' body at his side, his hand coasting down Severus' spine to rest at the small of his back. Severus felt the slight tingling of Magic shiver in the night air, and then the faint slide of the steel blade against his skin.
It was small, no longer than a finger, and honed sharp enough to split a hair. It slid through his skin with barely any pain. Remus held it steadily, all of his concentration on the exact, precise movements of the blade and the flow of his own magic. The cuts were only deep enough to let blood well up along the surface of his skin, and they were not random.
Remus began at the base of Severus' spine. He worked his way up, slowly creating a swirling pattern of lines somewhat similar to Celtic knot work seen in illuminated manuscripts. These, however, were more liquid, flowing up across Severus' back. Remus worked his way up along the left side of Severus' spine. The pattern widened over his left shoulder, and then began winding down his arm. It came to a point on the back of his hand, right above the middle finger, before working its way back up along his arm.
When Remus reached his shoulder again, he rinsed the blade in a wide-mouthed shell full of crystalline water. Severus gingerly rolled onto his back, leaving his arms spread. Remus carefully worked his way across Severus' collarbone, letting the pattern create a V between his sternum before narrowing and working along the right arm. It mirrored the pattern on the left, coming to a point on the back of the right hand above the middle finger, and then curling back towards the shoulder.
Severus felt no pain. He felt, almost, as if he were floating. There was a warmth that seemed to float out over his skin from the cuts. The blood welled up, feeling warm and slick where it collected on his body. The warmth seeped into the marrow of his bones, melting them, making him feel as light as air. And Severus basked in it, keeping perfectly still as Remus continued to work.
Back up his right arm and across his shoulder. Down the right side of his spine, and then spiraling inwards. Remus exhaled slowly, and lifted the blade carefully from Severus' skin. The flowing pattern had left an oval of unmarked skin just below the base of Severus' neck. Remus took a steadying breath, and then set the tip of the blade in that patch of bare skin. Slowly, he cut the last part of the pattern; his own personal Sigil.
Severus floated in a haze, his mind cocooned in warmth. When Remus gently nudged him onto his back, Severus smiled up at him. He lazily carded his fingers through Remus' hair, and Remus turned to press a fervent kiss along the inside of his wrist. Severus moved with a lazy grace, wrapping his long legs around Remus' waist and drawing him closer. Remus breathed heavily, carefully not moaning. He kissed Severus deeply, the blunt press of his cock burning against Severus' skin.
The breach was slow, Remus' hips rocking forwards until he was sheathed inside of Severus' body. Remus reached down, interlacing their fingers as he began undulating forward. Severus let his eyes close, let the building euphoria overtake him. The magic rippled along his skin as his arousal began to build. He could almost see it, flowing from his body over Remus' skin. He could see the flare of Remus' desire amidst the silvery veins of magic, the heartbeat of a strange and ethereal skeleton. He felt his own desire pulsing to the same rhythm.
No... not desire. Something more...
It built along with the magic, bubbling up from the long hidden recesses of his heart. It flooded through him, coiling with the inherent nature of the Magic coursing between them. It made the Magic shine all the brighter, glowing along his skin like silver. His back arched as Severus crested, his fingers contracting around Remus'. He felt the shudder of Remus' own orgasm, followed by a dizzying rush of light and Magic that made the glade flare with opalescent colors.
When Severus floated back down to earth, Remus was curled against him, one arm slung over Severus' chest. Their hands were still intertwined, and Severus could see the faint, silver-white scars along the back of his hand.
And the mirrored set on Remus' skin.
Severus smiled, letting his hand trail through Remus' hair, down to the base of his lover's neck. He knew, because he knew this spell, that the only visible differences in the pattern of their scars were the Sigils. While he bore Remus' mark, Remus bore his. He let his fingers trace the faint markings, and he sighed in contentment, nestling closer.
They were bound together now. Bound by Magic. Bound by blood. Bound by love. And no power in the world could break this immutable bond.