The Sharing
Title: The Sharing
Author: quiesce
Rating: R/NC17
Characters: reavers
Warning: reavers, reaver sex, reaver violence, reaver sexual violence. squick? yes.
Disclaimer: reavers thankfully belong to Joss and not me.
Word Count: 727 Words
you can smell the blood near in the air. your heart is racing and anticipation turns to need. you need this. you turn the corner and see your Other standing over the unblemished one. you see the way your Other isn't moving, isn't taking and you know you're too late.
the unblemished one is just a lifeless heap. any blood that remains in the body is useless to you now. you want to scream, to maim, to kill your Other. you want to leave him.
you lift your eyes from the leaking mass on the floor to stare up at your Other. you want to know how he could do this. you want to know why he didn't let you split the unblemished one with him. you see the challenge in his eyes and you wonder again why you've stayed with him. you clamp your teeth to your lip, you dig your nails into your palm and you feel the blood welling, but you no longer care if it spills out.
you watch him part his lips and let the last of the blood dribble down his chin. you see him catch some of it with tongue, hastily reclaiming it. you anger at the arrogance of your Other, willing to risk blood dripping from his mouth to the floor, but not willing to let you have any.
you meet his eyes once more and realize the stare isn't one of challenge, but an invitation. your heart speeds again and you run to him, hungrily. you wanted just to feed, but Sharing with your Other is better, and more fulfilling. you lap at the smear on his face, then force his mouth open with your tongue. you lick all you can then start to nibble on his lip. nibbling turns to gnawing, and soon your Other is bleeding. for you. into your mouth.
you love your Other.
you can already taste the unblemished one's blood mixed in with your Other's.
blood flows through us all. the more bodies the blood has flowed through, the better it is. blood is meant to be shared, meant to flow from one body to the next. the unblemished ones are savages who don't understand. the unblemished ones try to keep their blood to themselves. we help them share it.
you pull back from your Other's mouth to catch your breath. you watch the raw flesh of his lip spill a thin trickle of blood. you start to lean in to catch it, to make it yours. your Other stops you and forces you down. his need for the rest of the Sharing is apparent, but you turn your head to the side and ignore it for a moment.
you focus on one of the patches in your Other's coat. your favourite patch. it is grey but you remember when it was pink. you run a finger along the piece of hide. you remember when your Other cut it out of a beautiful unblemished one during your first Sharing. you trace your tongue along the same path your finger took. you taste, and you can feel that you're growing as hard as your Other. you remember how he sewed the skin in place as he pledged to Share only with you.
you need.
you pull at the patchwork where it covers your Other's flesh. you tear it a little, but you know your Other won't mind. the heap on the floor has no living blood to offer, but its hide is still good. when you are finished Sharing, you will rip off a section and sew it into your Other's coat yourself.
you nibble on your Other. you find the vein you are looking for and push your teeth in. you leave a small flap of skin dangling. you bite into your lip again. you let the blood mix in your mouth. your blood, and your Other's. you twist and lick until your Other is covered with blood and spit. you turn for your Other and your Other presses in. your Other wets the skin on your shoulder with his tongue and fiercely digs his teeth in. your Other sucks at your back as the blood in you flows freely into him. he shudders, and your Other flows freely back into you.
blood and spit and come. the Sharing is all of this.
Author: quiesce
Rating: R/NC17
Characters: reavers
Warning: reavers, reaver sex, reaver violence, reaver sexual violence. squick? yes.
Disclaimer: reavers thankfully belong to Joss and not me.
Word Count: 727 Words
you can smell the blood near in the air. your heart is racing and anticipation turns to need. you need this. you turn the corner and see your Other standing over the unblemished one. you see the way your Other isn't moving, isn't taking and you know you're too late.
the unblemished one is just a lifeless heap. any blood that remains in the body is useless to you now. you want to scream, to maim, to kill your Other. you want to leave him.
you lift your eyes from the leaking mass on the floor to stare up at your Other. you want to know how he could do this. you want to know why he didn't let you split the unblemished one with him. you see the challenge in his eyes and you wonder again why you've stayed with him. you clamp your teeth to your lip, you dig your nails into your palm and you feel the blood welling, but you no longer care if it spills out.
you watch him part his lips and let the last of the blood dribble down his chin. you see him catch some of it with tongue, hastily reclaiming it. you anger at the arrogance of your Other, willing to risk blood dripping from his mouth to the floor, but not willing to let you have any.
you meet his eyes once more and realize the stare isn't one of challenge, but an invitation. your heart speeds again and you run to him, hungrily. you wanted just to feed, but Sharing with your Other is better, and more fulfilling. you lap at the smear on his face, then force his mouth open with your tongue. you lick all you can then start to nibble on his lip. nibbling turns to gnawing, and soon your Other is bleeding. for you. into your mouth.
you love your Other.
you can already taste the unblemished one's blood mixed in with your Other's.
blood flows through us all. the more bodies the blood has flowed through, the better it is. blood is meant to be shared, meant to flow from one body to the next. the unblemished ones are savages who don't understand. the unblemished ones try to keep their blood to themselves. we help them share it.
you pull back from your Other's mouth to catch your breath. you watch the raw flesh of his lip spill a thin trickle of blood. you start to lean in to catch it, to make it yours. your Other stops you and forces you down. his need for the rest of the Sharing is apparent, but you turn your head to the side and ignore it for a moment.
you focus on one of the patches in your Other's coat. your favourite patch. it is grey but you remember when it was pink. you run a finger along the piece of hide. you remember when your Other cut it out of a beautiful unblemished one during your first Sharing. you trace your tongue along the same path your finger took. you taste, and you can feel that you're growing as hard as your Other. you remember how he sewed the skin in place as he pledged to Share only with you.
you need.
you pull at the patchwork where it covers your Other's flesh. you tear it a little, but you know your Other won't mind. the heap on the floor has no living blood to offer, but its hide is still good. when you are finished Sharing, you will rip off a section and sew it into your Other's coat yourself.
you nibble on your Other. you find the vein you are looking for and push your teeth in. you leave a small flap of skin dangling. you bite into your lip again. you let the blood mix in your mouth. your blood, and your Other's. you twist and lick until your Other is covered with blood and spit. you turn for your Other and your Other presses in. your Other wets the skin on your shoulder with his tongue and fiercely digs his teeth in. your Other sucks at your back as the blood in you flows freely into him. he shudders, and your Other flows freely back into you.
blood and spit and come. the Sharing is all of this.