BloodStain

Stain these hands with blood.

You are beautiful.

Paint this skin with flame.

You temptation.

I draw these blood-drenched fingers across your perfect milk skin. Your perfect silk hands pull flower petals through my hair. My head is filled with static, my ears with the sound of your breathing. It sounds like death and ecstasy, like sugar and strawberries.

Stain this milk, this silk, this perfect white with crimson.

You terrible purity.

Paint this ivory, this irony, this untainted ice with fire.

You are desire.

The white cloth clings to your body as closely as cream pouring over your skin. I trace its path with these fingers, these bloodstained fingers; I watch you with these crimson, demon eyes. I love the red against your pale pale skin. I want to watch you be corrupted. I want to destroy your pretty lily justice in a wash of crimson, scarlet blood. I draw these crimson black fingers across you. I watch your sanity die with these crimson demon eyes.

These hands are stained with blood.

You are corrupted.

This skin is painted crimson flame.

You seduction.

The cherry, the strawberry, the raspberry are crushed in my hand. Their flesh mixes with yours and sends crimson blood juice tracing the outlines of your muscles. Under my mouth, it turns to scarlet rose petals, and you whisper sugar and screams, orgasmic agony. You taste of lilac and crimson and you're dying and bleeding and the knife traces your name over my back. The blood seeps down my sides and falls onto you and you groan and arch your back into the crimson rain, and my vision flashes black and you're dying.

This lily, this white rose, this perfect ivory is stained with crimson.

You agonizing perfection.

This cream, this sugar, this flawless snow is painted with fire.

You are lust.

Stain these hands with blood. It would be so delicious. I paint your lips with the strawberry juice, and you grin as I press a crimson kiss to your tender flesh. Will you deny this? I watch your agony, your ecstasy, watch your sanity slip away, watch your back arch and your thighs tremble and watch your blood-stained lips open on a moan; I watch you with these crimson demon eyes. I smear fruit flesh and flower petals and crimson blood across your skin, and you flutter beneath my hands

Seductive insanity.

Crimson-drenched justice.

Sacrificial lamb, my payment, my bribe.

I want you.

I want to tear your mind away in a tide of crimson blood and flower petals and the sweetness of the berries against your skin. I want to wash your sanity away in the heat of ecstatic cries and crimson flesh and blood and blood and BLOOD.

Stain these hands with blood.

You are beautiful.

…XxX…

A/N

Submissive L is not my thing, but…

It's BB. He's nuts. He wants to drive L nuts. The story went nuts. It's short and vaguely disturbing. Enjoy.

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