Title: The moon weeps, A taste for blood.
Author: Vamp.
Rating: NC-17
Paring(s): Hakkai x Gojyo.
Summary:Under the her view tiny plays are acted out, some hidden from where others can see. But the moon sees all, be it sin, pleasure or just life.
Warning(s):Blood and blade play, M/M sexual relations, angst.
Authors notes: Part of the Moon weeps saga. 1 of 4.
prompt: Moonlight.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own twisted mind and the shadow bunnies. Nor do I make any form of gain from this fiction past the readers own enjoyment.
Beta: None currently but I would love to find one willing to help. All mistakes are mine alone.
A TASTE FOR 1
Hakkai pov.
Moonlight glinted off the blade for one moment, small and well honed to a sharp cutting edge. The handle was such an old familiar friend in my hand that it would need replacing soon, I realize with a slight feeling of loss.
His eyes search my face as they always do on nights like this. I don't know if he looks for my salvation or his own. Whatever he finds is kept hidden behind those crimson eyes of his. I feel his hand taking the blade from mine with care.
I look at my now empty hand and a moment of worry hits me that this time he will refuse my request, toss his long blood red hair and walk away. But I fear even more that he will keep the blade from me.
No, it's alright, as again the moon catches the blade as he checks the sharpness. We both know it's to buy me time. Just one word breathed or fake smile and he will stop. He always can read past my smiling mask, through my emerald doors, straight to my soul. This is why we do this, he understands the pain. As one who has felt pain himself.
Three little buttons and I am ready, the moon light now on my naked back as I lay down in the grass. Pain. Not the most I have felt but not a scratch. We are both well practiced at this, that it's like a dance. Cut slowly down followed by a long lick of his tongue as my blood wells up. My moans mingle with his soft sigh. Cut, lick, cut, lick.
There is his hardness pressing into me, but tonight is about me and the blade. I need it just as much as he does. Later I will see to my lover's needs, repay this small kindness, with my own sacrifice. We both have our tastes, mine more dark than the night surrounding us like a blanket.
Ten cuts along my shoulders running down for five inches. Two red eyes watching the wounds fill and spill only for him to lap at. Ten rivers of blood that mix and mingle and merge. Long fingers trace his work then brings the crimson offering to my lips and I kiss them clean.
crack bunny: *grinning looks about and hides plots corps.*
Fluffy: *smaks crack up the head* don't do that we will frighten the normals. Sorry for the short chapters.