Dis: Don't own 'em.
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I can see the flash of pain in his eyes, quickly covered by anger. It is all I can do to keep from drawing him into my arms and kissing him breathless.
But I stop myself. He needs to know how it feels. Tonight…I will be Master.
I go to our chamber early, to wait for him, my dark lover. It is coming close to the full moon, and my senses are heightened greatly. I can hear him coming up the stairs, I can almost smell his unique, spicy scent.
My heart beats a little faster in anticipation. It almost feels like a hunt, my Dark Master my prey. The idea sends a rush of adrenaline through my blood, and I tense, waiting impatiently. I like the idea of him as my prey. It pleases my lupine sensibilities.
I don't know how much longer I can wait. He's standing just outside the door now. I can smell the desire emanating off of my prey. It's heady, plays havoc with my senses.
I wait by the door, my breathing heavy, almost panting. I can hear his breathing. It's clam and even, though it's deeper than normal.
He opens the door and steps into the dim room. His face is stern and set. He's prepared to be Master.
Not tonight, I think to myself. I grab him, press him against the wall. He's surprised and slightly frightened; I can smell it.
He struggles momentarily, but his strength is no match for mine. I capture his lips thirsty for the taste of him. I'm trying to be gentle. He tastes like sugar and ginger; he's so fond of sweets.
He relaxes and the sharp tang of fear fades from the air. His mouth opens invitingly and he pulls me close, my body flush against his.
I growl possessively into the kiss and he trembles beneath me. Now I understand what he means by, "intoxicating power."
The wolf in me rises, and suddenly this kiss, this mere touching, is not enough. I growl again and my hands move to his shirt, tugging at it impatiently. It doesn't go quickly enough and I rip the fabric in my haste.
His hands rise to my clothes, almost timidly. It is such a change in him that I break the kiss to look at him in concern.
His eyes, naturally dark anyway, are nearly black with desire. His usually pale skin is now flushed a lovely pink.
"Master, I-"
"Shh. You look so beautiful," he murmurs, steadily undoing my clothes. "Don't stop, Wolfling."
Those words, spoken in his low, licorice voice, are my undoing. I capture his slightly bruised lips in another fierce kiss, laying claim to him with my tongue.
His pants are a hinderance to my pleasure. They must go; so with a loud tearing sound, they're gone. His warm, naked flash is there for me to take.
I press against him, hard. This is not the sweet lovemaking we have shared in the past. This is me claiming my mate. Wild, feral, primal. I rub against him even harder, and though he whimpers lightly, he makes no move to stop me.
I can't breathe, so I leave the kiss, my entire body throbbing with need. I need to be in him so badly…he's moaning lightly and rocking his hips against mine.
I growl, low in my throat and I lift him a few inches and pin him to the wall, half supporting him with my hips.
My eyes are fascinated by his chest, somewhat thing and effeminate, covered sparsely with dark hair. I'm not even thinking anymore as I reach forward and nibble and bite the delectable flesh before me. He writhes beneath me, making it a little hard to nibble where I want.
His firm backside rubs against my crotch and I am reminded of the tight desire in my belly. With a crooning sound I drive into him. He stiffens and cries out, his nails dig hard into my flesh.
It feels good, to be buried in his warm, pulsing sheath. His body is shaking and his forehead rests against mine as he breaths tremulously.
"Oh, god…" he whispers hoarsely.
"Mine," I whisper possessively, nipping at his shoulder. I begin to move within him, slowly at first, then rapidly gaining speed.
The harsh smack of flesh against flesh becomes a percussion to our melody of moans and growls.
I pound into him with bruising intensity, going so fast that my muscles feel as if they are about to snap.
My release comes quickly and I still within him, all of my being focused on the sensation of emptying into him.
He is but seconds behind, moaning lowly as his slim, sweat-soaked body collapses against mine.
I'm grinning, lost I the sleepy haze of release. I brush his long, damp hair away from his face…and freeze at the sight before me.
Streams of tears are drying on his handsome cheeks. The comfortable warmth within me instantly becomes cold iron and I can't breathe.
I've hurt him, my dark and beautiful master. My friend, my lover, my master cries before me.
There is no description for the horror I feel. My animalistic lust sated, I am left with the truth of what I have done. Tears blur my vision and I hold him close, begging for his forgiveness.
~Remus