Fic: Turning Us Into Monsters | Bellatrix Lestrange/Sirirus Black | R
Title: Turning Us Into Monsters
Characters: Bellatrix/Sirius
Rating: R
Words:: 320
Warnings: Cousincest. Obviously.
Disclaimer:: Not mine.
Author's Note: This was written for hp_humpdrabbles' Humpathon. elle_blessing wanted Bella/Sirius to the prompt of 'tainted'.
Sooner or later everyone falls. They were a testament to that.
Her hands clutched at the back of his neck, nails biting into his tender flesh as he moved in her, whispering hateful words in her ear.
How long had they done this?
It had begun with the small things: feeling the weight of her heavy-lidded eyes as she tracked him, the dark warmth in his core that accompanied it; her watching for his lightning quick grin, the one that was sharp and--to her--stunning, a hint at the darkness beneath the shine. An unhealthy fascination.
She began to wonder what those teeth would feel like against her skin, against her breast. He fantasized about what else those cruel lips could wrap around.
They were drawn together, trapped in the others' orbit. The collision was inevitable.
Heavy breathing filled the dark closet. Rough, impatient hands searched beneath pushed up skirts. Soft lips worked at his collarbone, creating a masterpiece of bruises, a mark of possession. The sharp twist of retaliatory fingers elicited a gasp, a small victory.
Scratches on the face. Bruises on the wrists. Another fight, everyone assumed. They let them. It wasn't a lie, per se. The passion between them was a savage dance. Neither of them had the patience for soft beds or sweet words. It was simply a need to be met, an itch to be scratched.
This was something dirty and tainted. Something hateful. Something destructive. He wanted to ruin that beautiful face to match a monstrous soul. She wanted to make him beg, give up his pride to her, realize that he was no better.
They tore at each other, trying to pull out whatever it was that brought them together. But they were undone. Caught in their orbit, consumed by the darkness. Her eyes always watched him for him. In the night, he always reached for her.
Sooner or later everyone falls, even the most brilliant stars.
Characters: Bellatrix/Sirius
Rating: R
Words:: 320
Warnings: Cousincest. Obviously.
Disclaimer:: Not mine.
Author's Note: This was written for hp_humpdrabbles' Humpathon. elle_blessing wanted Bella/Sirius to the prompt of 'tainted'.
Sooner or later everyone falls. They were a testament to that.
Her hands clutched at the back of his neck, nails biting into his tender flesh as he moved in her, whispering hateful words in her ear.
How long had they done this?
It had begun with the small things: feeling the weight of her heavy-lidded eyes as she tracked him, the dark warmth in his core that accompanied it; her watching for his lightning quick grin, the one that was sharp and--to her--stunning, a hint at the darkness beneath the shine. An unhealthy fascination.
She began to wonder what those teeth would feel like against her skin, against her breast. He fantasized about what else those cruel lips could wrap around.
They were drawn together, trapped in the others' orbit. The collision was inevitable.
Heavy breathing filled the dark closet. Rough, impatient hands searched beneath pushed up skirts. Soft lips worked at his collarbone, creating a masterpiece of bruises, a mark of possession. The sharp twist of retaliatory fingers elicited a gasp, a small victory.
Scratches on the face. Bruises on the wrists. Another fight, everyone assumed. They let them. It wasn't a lie, per se. The passion between them was a savage dance. Neither of them had the patience for soft beds or sweet words. It was simply a need to be met, an itch to be scratched.
This was something dirty and tainted. Something hateful. Something destructive. He wanted to ruin that beautiful face to match a monstrous soul. She wanted to make him beg, give up his pride to her, realize that he was no better.
They tore at each other, trying to pull out whatever it was that brought them together. But they were undone. Caught in their orbit, consumed by the darkness. Her eyes always watched him for him. In the night, he always reached for her.
Sooner or later everyone falls, even the most brilliant stars.