Last year it was The Official Unwritten Slash Month, this year it's the Official Challenge Month. The similarities? A month of fics by one author. The difference? This time, YOU are in control.
Each fic will be written based on a challenge. This can be any type of challenge, from a single word to a full-blown challenge. The rules are simple, they must be Harry Potter and they must be slash. So get involved, get reviewing and together we'll make November the Challenge Month.
(Challenges can be submitted either via Reviews or PMs. If your submission is anonymous, please leave an email address so I can contact you if I chose to write your fic, this address will also be kept private.)
Challenge: 5 Minute challenge on the theme "Blood", from WWOMB (challenger unknown).
Blood
Blood. It called to him, drew him and seduced him in a way nothing else in this world ever could and ever would. It teased him, lingering at the edges of his mind, the edges of his tastebuds, teasing him with a tantalising flavour of what he could have. What he would never have.
He had refused his heritage long ago, turned his back on the ways of his ancestors, and resolved himself to potions and substitutes. It did nothing to prevent him from smelling it, sensing it. Craving it.
The worst times, he thought, were when he was nearbye. The blood that coursed through his veins was sweeter, stronger, more desireable than any other blood in the world. And it was the blood he had to avoid the most, because one taste of that sweet nectar and he would never have any other. He would be unable to take the substitutes, and even the taste of other's blood would not prevent his need for long. A single taste of his blood and Sirius' life would be forfeit to the taste of him, the pleasure.
So even when they lay together, when Sirius would take him into his arms and worship the body beneath his as he wanted to, to take Remus within him, as he could not take Remus himself, Sirius refused to allow his other nature to reign. Even when he comforted him and bandaged him up after the beast within him was released, Sirius kept his own beast at bay. Even in the dark hour before dawn, when Remus lay vulnerable within his grasp, exposed to Sirius completely, Sirius merely held him close and rpotected him from shadows of the night. Shadows like himself. Sirius was content, and would always have to be content, to scent, and crave, but never to have if Remus would only stay as he was. Pure, untouched, and the sweetest thing Sirius' tainted being had ever been permitted to love.
A/N: A) I don't own the boys and B) Has anyone noticed a definite Sirius/Remus theme here. Not that I'm complaining, they are my OTP, but really, I do others you know. Any fic, any shape, any size, any kink (me like!), I'm up for it. I may scream if I do another Remus/Sirius, though. Just to warn you.