Thursday, Hurts So Good
Feb. 3rd, 2011 05:39 amGreetings! I am still
phantisma (also known as Amara)...I think....
So...now that we have the sacrilege out of the way, let us continue on the journey through my sordid brain, shall we? Today's theme is "Hurts So Good"....time to pull out the stops and make it hurt. Pain of the physical or emotional/mental is of the good here...bonus points for those that like the pain, or those that like dishing it out, but all kinds of pain plays here...so bring it if you've got it. Come on, hurt me!
As always, obey the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill contains spoilers, please warn for it and leave enough space for people to pass by.
Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts (and not overly long, don't write the story for them, inspire them):
Kane RPS, Steve/Christian, bruises in odd places
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, break me slowly
Justified/Leverage,Raylan/Eliot, the taste of blood (just getting started)
Or you can visit our lonely prompts...
So...now that we have the sacrilege out of the way, let us continue on the journey through my sordid brain, shall we? Today's theme is "Hurts So Good"....time to pull out the stops and make it hurt. Pain of the physical or emotional/mental is of the good here...bonus points for those that like the pain, or those that like dishing it out, but all kinds of pain plays here...so bring it if you've got it. Come on, hurt me!
As always, obey the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill contains spoilers, please warn for it and leave enough space for people to pass by.
Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts (and not overly long, don't write the story for them, inspire them):
Kane RPS, Steve/Christian, bruises in odd places
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, break me slowly
Justified/Leverage,Raylan/Eliot, the taste of blood (just getting started)
Or you can visit our lonely prompts...
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Date: 2011-02-03 02:04 pm (UTC)"Hey, you..." He stopped, watching the hand of the giant Samoan move over Steve's back. "You called."
Steve nodded, shifting his position on the chair. "Got a call from the governor, new case." His face tightened and one hand dropped where Danny couldn't see it for the chair back. "Just give me a minute. He's touching up..."
Steve bit his lip, his eyes darting to Danny, then away.
Suddenly Danny recognized the look, but before he could say anything, the big Samoan stood back. "All set."
Steve stood, hand digging in a pocket and Danny caught him adjusting himself as he pulled out cash to give the man.
"Are you hard right now?" Danny asked as they left the shop.
"What? No."
Danny turned to face him. "You are. If I grabbed you right now, you'd..."
Steve grabbed his hand to keep him from doing just that. "Don't go getting any stupid ideas. We've got work to do."
Danny slipped his shades back on. Too late for that. Danny was beginning to have all kinds of ideas.
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Date: 2011-02-03 02:08 pm (UTC)bloody teeth and razor blades
our love song of pain
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Date: 2011-02-03 02:11 pm (UTC)'What are you going to do Bones, spank me?'
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Date: 2011-02-03 02:19 pm (UTC)Alistair is Humming...
Date: 2011-02-03 02:21 pm (UTC)Dean would laugh if his throat wasn't full of razor blades. He'd make some smart ass comment, deflect with humor...if he hadn't already lost so much of himself in the flames that he isn't sure there's anything left anymore besides the pain.
Alistair is humming some love song.
It's driving Dean crazy because he can't figure out the words and knows he knows them...it eats at him, even as Alistair cuts his chest open, shredding his skin.
Alistair is humming some fucking love song while his fingers play in Dean's entrails.
While Dean is screaming.
Blood fills his mouth, spreads over his teeth, his lips...spills down his chin...and they're almost to the best part. Almost to that moment...
Alistair is humming.
Dean's voice breaks and for a moment...one brief, blissful moment, it all stops. The bright blooming pain crescendos and halts, his screams fall away and he is made new.
His body eases against the hot metal that holds him and he breathes without tasting his own blood.
But it only lasts for a second before it begins again.
Alistair is humming.
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Date: 2011-02-03 02:38 pm (UTC)It hurts them both.
There's no words, no feelings for the way Dean breaks him apart, tender touch to calm his nerves, flayed skin stitched together painstakingly slowly, and each time Sam grits his teeth and bears it, for love, for Dean. Each time, Dean tears him apart, just to put him back together again.
In the quiet between breaths, no one takes the time to question who is really the broken one.
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