|lemondropseven (lemondropseven) wrote,|
@ 2011-12-12 22:36:00
|Entry tags:||bloodplay, cutting, ficlet, kink!night, masturbation, r, severus snape|
Word Count: 1,039
Warnings: cutting, bloodplay
Summary: Severus indulges himself during a stay at Azkaban.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world belongs to JKR.
A/N: Written for kink!night at Severus Sighs. Thanks to atypicalsnowman for the beta. (original post date: 11/29/09)
Prompts: Azkaban, bloodplay, red
A slim shaft of moonlight filtered through the bars on the high window, cutting the darkness and landing on Severus. Grunting, he flung an arm over his eyes to block the intrusive light. He sighed and rolled to his side on the thin, hard mattress provided at the lovely accommodations of Azkaban. Shifting restlessly, his leg slipped over the edge of the cot, catching on a sharp, metal slat sticking out.
Severus jerked upright with a yelp, slapping a hand over the stinging wound. Removing his hand cautiously, he lifted his torn trouser leg and saw dark red liquid gleaming on his pale calf in the single strip of light. Blood beaded along the ragged line of flesh, dripping down his leg slowly. Luckily, the cut wasn’t deep.
Swiping a finger over the trail of blood, Severus raised it to his nose and inhaled, savoring the familiar, tangy scent. His whole life, he’d brewed potions that used blood from a variety of creatures. The life force and magical energy of a being could be harvested through it, making it a very potent ingredient. He’d discovered at a young age that his own blood could be almost…intoxicating.
He missed it.
Giving in to temptation, he tentatively licked the tip of his blood-covered finger. Severus closed his eyes as the strong, metallic flavor flooded his senses, fire zinging through his veins. His cock gave an interested twitch. Moaning in pleasure, he sucked the end of his finger into his mouth, swirling and rubbing his tongue over calloused skin.
The rich, heavy flavor of dirt mingled with the bright, sharp taste of blood and he searched out every trace of it, releasing his finger only when he could no longer taste the addictive mix. The cut on his leg was still oozing, but it was drying quickly and, as any competent brewer knows, fresh ingredients are always better. Quickly dropping to his knees on the filthy, stone floor of his cell, Severus studied the piece of metal protruding from the frame of his cot.
He couldn’t remove it with his bare hands; they’d be shredded to pieces, but it was in the perfect position to use as a knife. Severus contemplated, briefly, ignoring the lure of his blood—he’d never liked the pain necessary to procure it. But his cock was already rising at the thought of more of the lovely red liquid and he couldn’t resist.
Settling himself on the cot again, Severus leaned back against the wall, legs spread slightly with his hips thrust forward and feet on the floor. He opened the fly on his trousers and pushed them down enough to free his cock. Unbuttoning the cuff of his sleeve, he pushed up the soft, white material, staring at the thin, shiny scars covering the back of his left forearm. He never cut his right arm—the left was already tainted, what did a few more marks matter?
Severus leaned forward and lowered his arm over the sharp edge of the metal, palm up. He wasn’t trying to kill himself, after all. Taking a deep breath, he pushed down slightly, letting the point pierce his skin just below the elbow. Pulling his arm back in one quick yank, Severus gasped as metal ripped into flesh.
Bright red blood welled instantly along the long stripe and started to drip from his arm. Thrusting his hand below it to catch the steady flow, the heady smell of the hot life-sustaining fluid surrounded him. Breathing deep, Severus stared, enthralled, as red splashed on his white palm.
He could see it steadily rolling down his arm, pooling in his hand, dripping to the mattress. He could still taste it, lingering on his tongue and lips. He could smell it, hot and fresh, stirring the blood in his veins. He could feel it pulsing in his throat, coursing through his body, filling his cock.
He was immersed, entranced.
Heat curled low in his belly, stomach muscles clenching with arousal. He balled his blood-filled hand into a fist, coating his entire palm and fingers. Lowering his slickened hand, he gripped his cock and started slowly stroking up and down. Severus lifted his arm to his mouth and sucked hard at the cut; groaning as pleasure and pain both shot through him.
Falling back against the wall, Severus opened his eyes and looked down at his cock, streaked with red. He gasped; the power flowing through him literally took his breath away.
He felt strong, invincible.
Severus licked at the still-seeping cut on his arm and rubbed his face against it, smearing blood all over his lips and cheeks. Trailing his thumb over the leaking head of his cock, he added the clear drops to the slippery mix and continued the torturously slow pace. His hand slid easily over his shaft with the lubrication of blood and pre-come, and the pull of two elemental drives—bloodlust and plain lust—lured him into a faster, rougher rhythm.
Chest heaving, he gritted his teeth as his stinging arm fell to the bed, fingernails scoring lines into the mattress. Panting and groaning with every breath, his balls started to tighten and Severus threw back his head, shoulders tensing, legs twitching.
He tried to slow down, but couldn’t.
The scent of sex and sweat mixing with the iron tang of blood snapped his control and he thrust frantically into his hand. Grunting, mouth agape and splattered with his own blood, Severus came hard, his body shuddering with convulsions. A long sigh escaped him as he melted against the wall, into the cot, all tension leaving his muscles.
Severus lazily brought his bloody, come-covered hand to his mouth, licking and sucking languidly until it was clean. His heart-rate slowed to normal and he sighed, sliding sideways down the wall to lie on the cot, limbs heavy and satisfied. He managed to wipe himself off somewhat and close up his trousers, remembering to roll down his sleeve before he fell asleep.
The thin beam of moonlight shone down on Severus, reflecting off his white shirt and skin, creating a harsh contrast with his black hair and the shadows of the dark cell. Traces of brilliant red glinted in the light.