Title: Cuttings
Author: Syndarys ( [email protected] )
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco wants something from Harry.
Warnings: Bloodplay, Graphic descriptions of male/male sex. Quite squicky.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, and everybody should be thankful for that wonderful piece of information.
Authors Notes: I'm going to hell. No really, I literally am after this piece. This is why I shouldn�t be allowed to write fanfiction in the wee hours of the morning. I also blame Halloween, and Viggo Mortensen. I have my reasons.---------
Cuttings
There�s something about the sound of a knife being drawn over skin that�s incredibly alluring. And addictive.
It�s a thrilling feeling of power to be the one holding the blade. And a feeling of total submission to be the one it�s used upon.
The feel of blood on your skin, the smell of it, the taste of it, whether the blood belongs to you or not, is something that you remember forever. It plays back in your mind, over and over. And it makes you crave it, even more.
Not everyone enjoys it, of course, but I do. Whether you�re alone or with another, there�s something incredibly primal about having your life � or your lover�s � in your hands. Or your lover having your life in theirs. One kiss too deep and it�s over.
When I gaze across the Hall and mumble, �Oh how I�d love to make him bleed,� none of my friends bat an eyelid at the proclamation. The desire to do, apparently random violence, upon Harry Potter, can do nothing to damage my reputation. Only enhance it.
But when I look at his pale, ivory skin, ebony hair and jaded eyes, all I can think of is how a splash of red from his perfect veins would complete the picture.
Red goes beautifully with green.
I want nothing more than to have him kiss the blade before I pull it through his flesh, re-enacting the kiss upon skin. Deep enough to bleed, to scar. But shallow enough to heal.
I want him to scar.
I want him to cry out and bite his lip as the blade bites into his skin. I want to follow the blade with my lips, with my tongue, lavishing the reddening flesh as the blood pools around the tears in his skin.
I want him to moan under my hands, under my lips, under my blade. I want him to reach down and drag me to his lips, kissing, licking, biting as I do the same.
I want him to cut me in return. I want to feel his lips following the blade, a long, lazy trail down my chest and stomach, to my navel and below. I want to take the knife from him, and slash the palms of my hands, before plunging them into his hair as he takes me into his mouth. I want to cry out in ecstasy as he slowly brings me to a climax, engulfed in the silk smooth wetness of his mouth, as his tongue lavishes affection on my cock. I want to feel him suck me dry, and enjoy every last second of it. I want him to lick my palms clean as he pulls them from his blood-streaked hair.
I want him to beg for more.
I want to push him on his back, and kneel between his wantonly spread legs. I want to lick blood from his chest, move to his lips, and allow him to taste his own blood on my tongue. I want to take him slowly, and I want it to hurt. I want to take him dry; I want to hear him cry out in pain as I push my way inside. I want to stop, and feel him surrounding my entire length, feel him surround me completely. I want to moan with pleasure as he begs me to thrust inside him. I wan to go as slow as I can, but I know that now I�m in his tight warmth, I�ll only end up going faster, and faster, and faster� I want to come inside him, make him scream my name as he reaches his own climax at the same time.
I want to hear him panting, calming, breathing. I watch to watch him, a smile on my bloodstained lips, as he basks languidly, sated, in the afterglow. I want him to reach up and brush my long blonde hair from my stormy eyes, so I can look deep into his emerald ones. I want him to smile as he kisses me one last time before he falls asleep.
I don�t want to just fuck him.
I want to own him. I want to love him.
I smile to myself as I continue gazing, dreaming, across the hall at my would-be enemy. When I catch his eye, and he glares at me with venom unique to him, all I can do is smile. I can still taste his blood on my lips.
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