Sep 15, 2015 21:01
fandom: teen wolf,
huzzah,
fandom: blood ties,
fandom: dcu,
fandom: mcu,
fandom: person of interest,
fandom: 00q,
fandom: merlin,
all the fests all of the time,
fandom: x-men,
fandom: jericho,
fandom: the man from u.n.c.l.e,
lip service commentfest
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Peter sucked on the bite, the taste of Chris’ blood sending him over the edge to join Chris. The smell of sex and the sound of their breathing filled the car as they recovered.
“Jesus Christ,” Chris groaned. He sat up and looked down at his chest, gingerly prodding at the bite. “You broke the skin,” he said, sounding amazed.
“Mmm,” Peter said, not even bothering to try and hide the deep sense of self-satisfaction that permeated him.
“Dick,” Chris said, but it was filled with affection.
“Mmm,” Peter said again, holding Chris’ eyes as he pulled his hand out of Chris’ pants and licked the come off his fingers.
“Fuck,” Chris moaned.
Peter’s gaze dropped back to the bite. There would be a tiny scar there now, probably only visible to Peter, but there. His mark on Chris forever.
Chris slapped Peter’s arm. “Stop it. You’re getting that crazy werewolf gleam in your eyes.”
Peter blinked away all trace of the avarice that filled him whenever he thought about claiming Chris, and gave him a lazy grin. If he could, Peter would give Chris the bite. He’d turn Chris into a werewolf so they could be together forever. And the first thing they’d do as a pack would be to gut Gerard Argent and fuck in his blood as his corpse cooled beside them.
Peter let that fantasy fade from his mind. He found the undershirt Chris had tossed aside and handed it to him. Peter bit his lips against a whine when his marks were covered up, but consoled himself with the knowledge that, even if no one else saw them, Peter (and more importantly, Chris) knew they were there.
Between kisses, they cleaned up with the tissues that Chris kept in the car. Peter gave Chris a hard, quick kiss goodnight before taking off through the woods to the Hale house, running hard so he wasn’t tempted to stay with Chris in the Preserve all night. Chris would open the windows on the drive home to air out the car, and stop at the Food Mart and dispose of the used tissues, and then he’d pull behind the gates of the Argent compound where he was lost to Peter until he came out, or the next time Peter snuck in.
The demons inside him were stated for the moment - good sex and the taste of Chris’ blood - but Peter knew they’d return. They’d remind him that Chris was his only temporarily, and that one day they’d be torn apart, and then Peter would find himself faced with the nearly overwhelming urge to claim him again.
Peter thought about the bite, how he’d bitten hard enough to draw blood, how it would feel to do it again, how perfect it would be if he could bite Chris for real. Maybe one day I’ll be able to, Peter thought, and he howled at the night sky.
[I couldn't remember how much you could fit in one comment; hope this is okay. Also, I will be posting at AO3, as well. Lastly, hope filling my own prompt is not frowned upon.]
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Here's the link to my fic at AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4824524
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