Fic: Willing
Title: Willing
Pairing: Sergei Fedorov/?
Rating: PG?
Summary: It feels good to trust.
Little beads of water trailed down Sergei's pale, taut body as he stood in front of the enormous mirror in the bathroom. He removed his towel, discarding to the side. Fingers brushed long the purple-blue circles that surrounded his hips, carefully, not wanting to cause himself any pain. But it wasn't discomfort that he would feel, for this was a different kind of pain. Comforting pain. Love pain. Pain Sergei feels when he trusts *him*.
His fingers traveled up to his shoulders, his neck where tiny visible teeth marks were left behind. He knew they would disappear given time, but apart of Sergei wanted to keep them on his skin, wanted to see them everyday, knowing *he* was there with him. Because he knew. Sergei knew if he fell, *he* would be there to catch him, protect him.
As Sergei smiled, the little cut on his lips cracked again, spots of blood slipping out. Sergei licked at it, smiling even wider, as he could still taste *him*. He didn't know when this new side of him decided to take over, but Sergei liked it. Before last night, he always thought the day he would let go, give away the control, would hurt, agonizingly. However, when his fingers traced over all the cuts and bruises his body had, he shivered, happily reminiscing the pleasure he had felt the night before. This was all so new to Sergei. He had this new kind of appreciation, now knowing how good it felt to the on the receiving end. It feels good to trust. To love.
Taking one last look in the mirror, Sergei smiled. If it was going to be this good, he's willing to let go every time.
Pairing: Sergei Fedorov/?
Rating: PG?
Summary: It feels good to trust.
Little beads of water trailed down Sergei's pale, taut body as he stood in front of the enormous mirror in the bathroom. He removed his towel, discarding to the side. Fingers brushed long the purple-blue circles that surrounded his hips, carefully, not wanting to cause himself any pain. But it wasn't discomfort that he would feel, for this was a different kind of pain. Comforting pain. Love pain. Pain Sergei feels when he trusts *him*.
His fingers traveled up to his shoulders, his neck where tiny visible teeth marks were left behind. He knew they would disappear given time, but apart of Sergei wanted to keep them on his skin, wanted to see them everyday, knowing *he* was there with him. Because he knew. Sergei knew if he fell, *he* would be there to catch him, protect him.
As Sergei smiled, the little cut on his lips cracked again, spots of blood slipping out. Sergei licked at it, smiling even wider, as he could still taste *him*. He didn't know when this new side of him decided to take over, but Sergei liked it. Before last night, he always thought the day he would let go, give away the control, would hurt, agonizingly. However, when his fingers traced over all the cuts and bruises his body had, he shivered, happily reminiscing the pleasure he had felt the night before. This was all so new to Sergei. He had this new kind of appreciation, now knowing how good it felt to the on the receiving end. It feels good to trust. To love.
Taking one last look in the mirror, Sergei smiled. If it was going to be this good, he's willing to let go every time.