Sanctuary; A Celebration In Red
Title: A Celebration In Red
Wordcount: 144
Pairing(s): John/Nikola
Warning(s): Blood, violence
Prompt(s): Fic: Sanctuary, John/Nikola, while they're hunting the Cabal. Dubious and wrong is fine, but I'd prefer not outright noncon.
Notes: I'm afraid I did not get dubious and I don't know if this is wrong enough but I do hope y9ou enjoy it all the same. I'm sorry I fail at sex so you get foreplay instead but I tried!
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: John and Nikola bring down the Cabal and, as they do so, they celebrate each victory in their own unique way.
For John, it's anger, it's grief, it's dark and dangerous and violent.
For Nikola is' relief, it's getting out stress, it's anger too, it's a strange way of celebration.
There are claws and teeth everywhere, there are marks. There is blood. They don't play lightly, they don't kiss or touch or suck or nip lightly. They don't know how to do that, how to be soft and neither of them would want that anyway.
This isn't a time to be polite, it's a time for danger, for sharp edges and shaper teeth and lots and lots of blood.
And so they give it to each other, their edges and their teeth. They leave marks, they claim one another in the night. They celebrate as they bring down the Cabal piece by piece and each night, they make each other bleed in honor of that.
Wordcount: 144
Pairing(s): John/Nikola
Warning(s): Blood, violence
Prompt(s): Fic: Sanctuary, John/Nikola, while they're hunting the Cabal. Dubious and wrong is fine, but I'd prefer not outright noncon.
Notes: I'm afraid I did not get dubious and I don't know if this is wrong enough but I do hope y9ou enjoy it all the same. I'm sorry I fail at sex so you get foreplay instead but I tried!
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: John and Nikola bring down the Cabal and, as they do so, they celebrate each victory in their own unique way.
For John, it's anger, it's grief, it's dark and dangerous and violent.
For Nikola is' relief, it's getting out stress, it's anger too, it's a strange way of celebration.
There are claws and teeth everywhere, there are marks. There is blood. They don't play lightly, they don't kiss or touch or suck or nip lightly. They don't know how to do that, how to be soft and neither of them would want that anyway.
This isn't a time to be polite, it's a time for danger, for sharp edges and shaper teeth and lots and lots of blood.
And so they give it to each other, their edges and their teeth. They leave marks, they claim one another in the night. They celebrate as they bring down the Cabal piece by piece and each night, they make each other bleed in honor of that.