A/N: Written for the Pairing Set Boot Camp, pairing 18. Greyback/Scabior, and for the Freeverse Frenzie Competition, poem 61.
Restraint
It was a mix of fear
and jealousy
which bound his tongue.
Fear…
because he was a man
after all.
Despite what he'd done,
what he'd seen,
watching flesh torn from flesh by rabid teeth
still bound him still
And envy
because those teeth, that jaw
were his, not some Mudboood wretch
on her knees
His flesh,
his blood,
his scars –
He shouldn't scatter them
so shamelessly about.
Don't spread it all –
keep it –
– was his.
Jealously his
and he guarded what was rightfully his
like any man would do
once their grubby paws where
around that prize.
Yes it cost him pain,
but those sharp teeth and sharper nails
were his
And he didn't want a Mudblood whore
getting them.
'Kill her quick;
it's me
that you play with.'