Fic: In the Shadows (Rodolphus/Bellatrix)
Title: In the Shadows
Characters/Pairings: Bellatrix/Rodolphus
Rating: Adult
Summary: After a kill they are nothing but blood thirsty creatures reclaiming the night.
Word Count: 380
Warning: Blood
dallirious’s prompt: Blood on your lips at the Humpathon
The blade is sharp enough to slice through skin, but dull enough to make its journey as painful as possible. Bellatrix has perfected the right edge to her knife, and she loves to hear the Muggles and blood traitors scream as she uses their flesh as her canvas. Others use their wands, not wanting to sully their hands, but she likes feeling the sticky wet blood that’s so warm on her fingers as she creates another masterpiece.
When she finishes, the canvas is still, no longer fidgeting and twitching beneath her blade, and drying in the warm night air. Rodolphus takes the knife from her, licking at the blade with his gaze on hers. She smirks because he’s already hard just from watching her work, and she feels the thirst spread throughout her. Quickly, she stands and kisses him with blood on his lips, pushing him against the nearest wall so she can bite at his lips and suck on his tongue. The blade falls to the ground beside them as he switches their positions so the rough wall of the house is behind her.
He uses the blood of their victim to wet his cock, and she licks the drying blood from his fingers as he thrusts into her. He’s ruthless after a kill, and she loves it. He makes it hurt, bruising her skin and biting her mouth until her lips are swollen and plump. They never draw blood, of course, because it’s wasteful to spill pureblood, especially when there’s dirty blood so readily available. It adds something to their celebration, sharing the filthy blood they’ve spilled, and she loves the taste of Rodolphus mixed with the coppery flavor.
When Bellatrix comes, she sees red and feels invincible. He never lasts long after watching her torture their target, and she feels him spill inside her as he licks into her mouth. Afterwards, she picks up her knife, wiping it on the shredded shirt of the Mudblood she’s just killed before slipping it into the pocket of her robe. Leaning down, she drags her fingertips over the design she’s carved, and she paints Rodolphus’ lips red as he casts the Dark Mark into the night’s sky, laughing as they stroll away and disappear into the shadows where they belong.
End
Characters/Pairings: Bellatrix/Rodolphus
Rating: Adult
Summary: After a kill they are nothing but blood thirsty creatures reclaiming the night.
Word Count: 380
Warning: Blood
dallirious’s prompt: Blood on your lips at the Humpathon
The blade is sharp enough to slice through skin, but dull enough to make its journey as painful as possible. Bellatrix has perfected the right edge to her knife, and she loves to hear the Muggles and blood traitors scream as she uses their flesh as her canvas. Others use their wands, not wanting to sully their hands, but she likes feeling the sticky wet blood that’s so warm on her fingers as she creates another masterpiece.
When she finishes, the canvas is still, no longer fidgeting and twitching beneath her blade, and drying in the warm night air. Rodolphus takes the knife from her, licking at the blade with his gaze on hers. She smirks because he’s already hard just from watching her work, and she feels the thirst spread throughout her. Quickly, she stands and kisses him with blood on his lips, pushing him against the nearest wall so she can bite at his lips and suck on his tongue. The blade falls to the ground beside them as he switches their positions so the rough wall of the house is behind her.
He uses the blood of their victim to wet his cock, and she licks the drying blood from his fingers as he thrusts into her. He’s ruthless after a kill, and she loves it. He makes it hurt, bruising her skin and biting her mouth until her lips are swollen and plump. They never draw blood, of course, because it’s wasteful to spill pureblood, especially when there’s dirty blood so readily available. It adds something to their celebration, sharing the filthy blood they’ve spilled, and she loves the taste of Rodolphus mixed with the coppery flavor.
When Bellatrix comes, she sees red and feels invincible. He never lasts long after watching her torture their target, and she feels him spill inside her as he licks into her mouth. Afterwards, she picks up her knife, wiping it on the shredded shirt of the Mudblood she’s just killed before slipping it into the pocket of her robe. Leaning down, she drags her fingertips over the design she’s carved, and she paints Rodolphus’ lips red as he casts the Dark Mark into the night’s sky, laughing as they stroll away and disappear into the shadows where they belong.
End