Married In Blood And Pain
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Adult +
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2,751
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Married In Blood And Pain
Title: Married in Blood and Pain
Author: Saraste
Rating: Adult++
Genre: pwp smut with SM leanings, slash, dark with angst leanings (this is leaning all over!)
Wordcount: 400
Warnings: bloodplay (I'm not all sure if it fits the depiction of 'gore' since it's just clawing yanno?...), SM (kinda?)
A/N: Written for the erotically incline LJ IY-challenge iyhedonism for their week 31, claws.
* * *
He sighed as they ripped at his clothes, nicking his skin in their wake, revealing his nakedness in a flurry of feral passion. Tearing, pulling, discarding cloth until there was nothing left but his unabashed nudity, body shivering with his harsh pants.
Droplets of crimson over tanned skin.
He moaned as the claws raked his back, drawing blood. Pleasurable pain in their wake. Pain and pleasure, right and wrong. He didn't care any more. His legs were spread apart with needless harshness, crimson welts blossoming on his skin.
But, looking up into near emotionless eyes he didn't care. Seeing the similarity, the sameness to his own, he didn't care. Arching under his touch, his passion, he didn't care.
Because it was wrong enough to be right.
To feel those claws everywhere, feel them inside as he was forcefully stretched, painful but not against his will. He needed it to hurt. There could be no tenderness between them. Never. And he yearned for his rough touch. The pain he gave the only way they could relate. The only way they ever had.
And to look into those golden eyes, repeating his own amber, looking down at him as he was taken, his own claws digging into the pristine flesh of his partner unhampered, he knew.
He belonged.
Belonged in this fuck of blood and pain. This forbidden brothers union, this decadent passion of hurt and more.
Claws dug deeper into skin as the brothers shared their unholy union, their deepest desires unleashed. To be held by the one so close to them and yet ever out of reach. Keep them from slipping away. Hold them in place with snarling rage, pain of penetration and claws on flesh.
Take off the edge of their all-consuming passion with the pain, marry them, wed them in the union of their blood and passion. Hurt beyond reason, mauling desire released.
“Hurt me, Sesshoumaru, hurt me...”
“Always...”
Claws sunk deeper as they rode the passion, nearing the peak. Possession, deliverance, belonging. Raking, pleasuring, hurting. Driving them over their twisted release. Joining what had been apart forever in blood and pain.
Never to part.
Author: Saraste
Rating: Adult++
Genre: pwp smut with SM leanings, slash, dark with angst leanings (this is leaning all over!)
Wordcount: 400
Warnings: bloodplay (I'm not all sure if it fits the depiction of 'gore' since it's just clawing yanno?...), SM (kinda?)
A/N: Written for the erotically incline LJ IY-challenge iyhedonism for their week 31, claws.
* * *
He sighed as they ripped at his clothes, nicking his skin in their wake, revealing his nakedness in a flurry of feral passion. Tearing, pulling, discarding cloth until there was nothing left but his unabashed nudity, body shivering with his harsh pants.
Droplets of crimson over tanned skin.
He moaned as the claws raked his back, drawing blood. Pleasurable pain in their wake. Pain and pleasure, right and wrong. He didn't care any more. His legs were spread apart with needless harshness, crimson welts blossoming on his skin.
But, looking up into near emotionless eyes he didn't care. Seeing the similarity, the sameness to his own, he didn't care. Arching under his touch, his passion, he didn't care.
Because it was wrong enough to be right.
To feel those claws everywhere, feel them inside as he was forcefully stretched, painful but not against his will. He needed it to hurt. There could be no tenderness between them. Never. And he yearned for his rough touch. The pain he gave the only way they could relate. The only way they ever had.
And to look into those golden eyes, repeating his own amber, looking down at him as he was taken, his own claws digging into the pristine flesh of his partner unhampered, he knew.
He belonged.
Belonged in this fuck of blood and pain. This forbidden brothers union, this decadent passion of hurt and more.
Claws dug deeper into skin as the brothers shared their unholy union, their deepest desires unleashed. To be held by the one so close to them and yet ever out of reach. Keep them from slipping away. Hold them in place with snarling rage, pain of penetration and claws on flesh.
Take off the edge of their all-consuming passion with the pain, marry them, wed them in the union of their blood and passion. Hurt beyond reason, mauling desire released.
“Hurt me, Sesshoumaru, hurt me...”
“Always...”
Claws sunk deeper as they rode the passion, nearing the peak. Possession, deliverance, belonging. Raking, pleasuring, hurting. Driving them over their twisted release. Joining what had been apart forever in blood and pain.
Never to part.