Love, Hate, Love
Title: Love, Hate, Love
Pairing/Characters: Blackwood/Watson, breifly mentioned Holmes/Watson
Rating: R, just to be safe?
Word Count: 187
Spoilers: The movie I guess
Notes/Warnings: somewhat of a description of bloodplay and self harm. Second Person, Blackwood's POV
Disclaimer: Don't personally own. Also, title is from the song by Alice in Chains
You always liked the way the knife felt against your skin. The red marks that would scar and forever mark you. The feel of the cold metal against your warm flesh, it was intoxicating and you loved every minute of it. But, you loved the knife on him more. You love the way he shivers and arches up into to touch of the blade, the way he begs for more when you’re inside him and cutting deeper still. Then again, nothing compares to the way he moans your name as you lick the blood off of the blade.
The best part, he came to you. His precious Sherlock Holmes couldn’t give him what he wanted so he came to you. You could tell that he hated you because you gave him so much pleasure. It started out he would moan Holmes’ name and only come to you once a month. Then he started coming once a week and saying your name. You know he still hates you and will probably forever hate you but once a week, he’s yours and he loves what you do to him.
Pairing/Characters: Blackwood/Watson, breifly mentioned Holmes/Watson
Rating: R, just to be safe?
Word Count: 187
Spoilers: The movie I guess
Notes/Warnings: somewhat of a description of bloodplay and self harm. Second Person, Blackwood's POV
Disclaimer: Don't personally own. Also, title is from the song by Alice in Chains
You always liked the way the knife felt against your skin. The red marks that would scar and forever mark you. The feel of the cold metal against your warm flesh, it was intoxicating and you loved every minute of it. But, you loved the knife on him more. You love the way he shivers and arches up into to touch of the blade, the way he begs for more when you’re inside him and cutting deeper still. Then again, nothing compares to the way he moans your name as you lick the blood off of the blade.
The best part, he came to you. His precious Sherlock Holmes couldn’t give him what he wanted so he came to you. You could tell that he hated you because you gave him so much pleasure. It started out he would moan Holmes’ name and only come to you once a month. Then he started coming once a week and saying your name. You know he still hates you and will probably forever hate you but once a week, he’s yours and he loves what you do to him.