[FIC] Butterfly Collector: Want Their Minds [2/30]
Title: Butterfly Collector: Want Their Minds.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: Blood, sadomasochism, shota-ish. Spoilers for ZeruSum October 06.
Characters/couples: Seimei/Soubi.
Summary: “It’ll be a lovely necklace.” Seimei said and Soubi’s eyes opened, looking at him.
Rating: R.
Previous Parts: 1,
Butterfly Collector: Want Their Minds.
Seimei paused in his handiwork and wiped the blood that had formed away gently, almost careful of the sore skin and flesh he was carving his name unto. He had to be careful, of course; know just how much he would need to press for the name to scar, despite the Fighter’s abilities to heal.
Soubi’s breathing was harsh now, brow sweaty; his eyes closed and lips dry. Seimei felt an amused smile when he saw the Fighter’s tongue lick his lips, and swallow. That made the ‘BELO’ of the name he was carving almost dance, and Seimei resisted the urge to press his tongue to the letters and see how it tasted over his tongue. For a moment he fantasized that he could feel the power surging through them, and he couldn’t stop from giggling a bit.
“It’ll be a lovely necklace.” He said and Soubi’s eyes opened, looking at him. His eyes were dilated and Seimei moved his hips from where he was straddling Soubi’s hips, just enough to see if… ah. Soubi gasped, taking a sharp intake of breath. His hands, that had already been rolled into fists, clenched a bit more, trying not to hold unto anything but his control.
Seimei reached with the hand not holding the needle, softly stroked the side of Soubi’s face with the back of his fingers and took into the sight.
“Are you afraid, Soubi?” He asked softly, leaning forward, close enough to watch the tiny flecks of gold in Soubi’s eyes. The Fighter swallowed again and stopped mid-shaking his head no. The stretch of the wounds he was accepting were hurting, most probably.
“No, Seimei.”
“Good boy.” Seimei cooed, brushing his lips against Soubi’s a moment before he picked up the disinfectant and the cotton again, ready to finish carving his name on the Fighter. “Now, hold on. We’re almost over.”
Soubi took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Seimei didn’t stop from smiling as he pressed the needle over Soubi’s neck again, watching how Soubi’s blood came forth upon his call.
Fandom: Loveless.
Warnings: Blood, sadomasochism, shota-ish. Spoilers for ZeruSum October 06.
Characters/couples: Seimei/Soubi.
Summary: “It’ll be a lovely necklace.” Seimei said and Soubi’s eyes opened, looking at him.
Rating: R.
Previous Parts: 1,
Butterfly Collector: Want Their Minds.
Seimei paused in his handiwork and wiped the blood that had formed away gently, almost careful of the sore skin and flesh he was carving his name unto. He had to be careful, of course; know just how much he would need to press for the name to scar, despite the Fighter’s abilities to heal.
Soubi’s breathing was harsh now, brow sweaty; his eyes closed and lips dry. Seimei felt an amused smile when he saw the Fighter’s tongue lick his lips, and swallow. That made the ‘BELO’ of the name he was carving almost dance, and Seimei resisted the urge to press his tongue to the letters and see how it tasted over his tongue. For a moment he fantasized that he could feel the power surging through them, and he couldn’t stop from giggling a bit.
“It’ll be a lovely necklace.” He said and Soubi’s eyes opened, looking at him. His eyes were dilated and Seimei moved his hips from where he was straddling Soubi’s hips, just enough to see if… ah. Soubi gasped, taking a sharp intake of breath. His hands, that had already been rolled into fists, clenched a bit more, trying not to hold unto anything but his control.
Seimei reached with the hand not holding the needle, softly stroked the side of Soubi’s face with the back of his fingers and took into the sight.
“Are you afraid, Soubi?” He asked softly, leaning forward, close enough to watch the tiny flecks of gold in Soubi’s eyes. The Fighter swallowed again and stopped mid-shaking his head no. The stretch of the wounds he was accepting were hurting, most probably.
“No, Seimei.”
“Good boy.” Seimei cooed, brushing his lips against Soubi’s a moment before he picked up the disinfectant and the cotton again, ready to finish carving his name on the Fighter. “Now, hold on. We’re almost over.”
Soubi took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Seimei didn’t stop from smiling as he pressed the needle over Soubi’s neck again, watching how Soubi’s blood came forth upon his call.