Feasting – A Pandora Hearts Fanfiction
AN: Hello folks, so I present to you a short piece of fiction concentrating on Glen Baskerville. It's supposed to be pre- Tragedy of Sablier and I honestly hope, you're not gonna shoot me for this XD. I added a splash of Jack, for the fun of it. No real pairing.
Glen Baskerville pressed his lips together in concentration. Cold violet eyes stared down at the innocent form in his hands. So fragile... not able to move or escape from him it lay there, helpless. He stopped his stroking and instead dug his fingernail in with great force. After all, it took quite an amount of strenght to break through the raw skin and get to the supple flesh that lay underneath.
His lips spread into a cold smile that didn't reach his eyes as the jucy substance squirted into his face and onto his white shirt. He wiped it away emotionlessly, licking his fingers clean but the stains on his clothes would be nasty to get out again. However he didn't really care at this point anymore. All he cared about was the way his bare fingers slid between the skin and the flesh, slikning with the sticky juice along the way. With one single pull he ripped at the skin, baring what lay underneath. Carelessly he tossed the shreds of skin aside, not giving a shit to where they fell or that he made a mess.
He licked his lips, his tongue darting out to meet the tantalizing fragrance that filled the air, leaving him craving for more. When he had finally gotten all the skin out of the way, he took a moment to marvell at the beautiful sight of the naked flesh and how soft it was to the touch. He closed his eyes in anticipation not able to hold himself back anymore.
Swiftly he ripped the supple flesh apart, not paying any attention to the stains it caused to his clothes anymore. Slowly he lifted his sticky fingers to his mouth and pushed the first bite past his hungry lips. The rich taste on his tongue seemed to cause little explosions of his taste buds, bringing them into full bloom.
It was exactly that moment Jack Bezarius chose to burst through the doors, shocked at the sight that displayed in front of his emerald eyes. The blond man gasped, lifting a hand to cover his mouth, not able to control his shock.
„Glen!" he shrieked with a panick-stricken voice. „What are you doing?"
The head of the Baskervilles just looked at him over his shoulder, emotionless eyes illuminating with a real smile as he listened towards Jack's complaints about not waiting for him to eat the oranges together.
Okay. I'm sure you didn't see that coming, did you? Hope you liked it anyway, I wasn't in the mood for tragedy for once. It all came to me when I was eating oranges myself... If you have enjoyed it, please let me know. And also please let me know what you thought dear Glen was doing, will you?