Drabbles 2 and 3

[imma]

The bloodplay-challenge: Draco/Macnair, R, 100 words:

Pale eyes raked over toned skin, so smooth, so unmarked, yet

The blade glinted as it moved past the flame, intensifying the silver gleam as the tip passed through orange fire.

The man moved under him, the gag shutting up the normally crude voice, only blissful faint grumbling voices fading in the darkness surrounding them.

"So impatient..." Tip of the blade moved again, through the flame, silver and orange.

The skin called him. Soft and pliant beneath his fingers. The silver gleam cast reflections, creating patterns, stirring imagination.

They were traced, a sharp thin line following in the wake, crimson welling, flowing, cleansing, purifying.

The pattern emerged and he smiled at the beauty. Crimson and silver blending in perfection.

...

"What? Does it hurt?"

...

"I'm sorry Walden."

He smiled



The Scat-challenge: Albus/Padfoot, PG, 100 words:

"Oh dear...did I forget to let you out again?"

*whine*

"I am sorry dear boy...stay...wait..."

*struggle*

"You could at least have tried to ..."

*panting*

"Dear boy, if you weren't currently a dog, I would spank you"

*growl*

"You didn't even try!"

*thump thump thump*

"Don't look so happy, just because you can't remove it"

*squish*

NO!! Stop that...you can't ...

*squish squish*

*exasperated groan*

"You do realise I'll have to wash you now, don't you?"

*deep growl*

"No, you can't just..."

*licking*

*disgusted groan*

"I guess you can..."

*pounce*

"No...STOP...Sirius!"

*sloppy lick*

"I think I need a cup of tea..."