Fic: Instinct (1/1)
Title: Instinct (1/1)
Author: kittyling
Series: DOGS: Bullets & Carnage
Rating: Hard R
Pairing/Characters: Haine/Badou
Warnings: Violence, strong language, and sex.
Notes: I coughed this drabble up on a whim earlier, since I've been rereading DOGS and wanted to try my hand at writing for it. This is my first foray into this fandom, so I hope you guys enjoy!
The scent of gunpowder is still thick in the air as Haine inhales, nostrils flaring. Gunpowder and blood, sharp and metallic and thrilling--and that blood is spattered on his clothes and hot in his mouth, thrumming through his veins and his heart that's beating fast enough to burst. Maybe that's what would finally kill him, his heart just going into overdrive after pounding one too many bullets into some poor soul.
Badou tastes like cigarettes beneath the blood. Haine doesn't stop to think about when and how he bridged the gap between them, time passing in short bursts and then slowing so that he feels every muscle tense in the body he's pressed up against, feels the hum of a muffled protest against his lips before they part, tongue sliding into Badou's mouth. He wonders if smoke is just his partner's natural flavor, if nicotine is part of Badou's body chemistry now the way his own chemistry's been fucked with over the years. He doesn't stop to wonder if the taste of blood repulses his partner--based on the clothed erection pressing into his thigh, it seems to be a non-issue.
Haine suppresses a lazy smile by nipping at Badou's lower lip instead, teeth grazing just hard enough to break skin, to turn the redhead on but not enough to really hurt. Not enough to rip through flesh, to set the dog in his spine off again. He's come dangerously close today.
He does nearly break the zipper on Badou's pants as he lowers it, and when his hand finds what it's looking for, Badou lets out the most satisfying howl.
"Fucking Christ, Haine--"
Haine crushes his lips against Badou's again, hungrily swallowing those words.
This is when the animal instincts really kick in.
Author: kittyling
Series: DOGS: Bullets & Carnage
Rating: Hard R
Pairing/Characters: Haine/Badou
Warnings: Violence, strong language, and sex.
Notes: I coughed this drabble up on a whim earlier, since I've been rereading DOGS and wanted to try my hand at writing for it. This is my first foray into this fandom, so I hope you guys enjoy!
The scent of gunpowder is still thick in the air as Haine inhales, nostrils flaring. Gunpowder and blood, sharp and metallic and thrilling--and that blood is spattered on his clothes and hot in his mouth, thrumming through his veins and his heart that's beating fast enough to burst. Maybe that's what would finally kill him, his heart just going into overdrive after pounding one too many bullets into some poor soul.
Badou tastes like cigarettes beneath the blood. Haine doesn't stop to think about when and how he bridged the gap between them, time passing in short bursts and then slowing so that he feels every muscle tense in the body he's pressed up against, feels the hum of a muffled protest against his lips before they part, tongue sliding into Badou's mouth. He wonders if smoke is just his partner's natural flavor, if nicotine is part of Badou's body chemistry now the way his own chemistry's been fucked with over the years. He doesn't stop to wonder if the taste of blood repulses his partner--based on the clothed erection pressing into his thigh, it seems to be a non-issue.
Haine suppresses a lazy smile by nipping at Badou's lower lip instead, teeth grazing just hard enough to break skin, to turn the redhead on but not enough to really hurt. Not enough to rip through flesh, to set the dog in his spine off again. He's come dangerously close today.
He does nearly break the zipper on Badou's pants as he lowers it, and when his hand finds what it's looking for, Badou lets out the most satisfying howl.
"Fucking Christ, Haine--"
Haine crushes his lips against Badou's again, hungrily swallowing those words.
This is when the animal instincts really kick in.