Title: The Art of Transformation
Author:
okky_who
Pairing: Five/Ainley!Master
Rating: R
Word Count: 162
Summary: The Fifth Doctor's terms of submission.
Warnings: BDSM-y, though mostly abstractly.
A/N: Just joined this afternoon, so I thought I'd offer up a drabble.
oh_my_words is my beta, and is a scholar and a gentleman. ♥♥♥
It was you who killed me, that time.
This body was born under the sky, eyes wide, hands clutching at the cool grass. This body was born from the alchemy of revenge and control, albedo condensed from the blackness of your anger. You made me, in a way, reconfigured skin and muscle and bone, slick and red and pliable.
So when you came to me, I hadn’t forgotten: my body remembered under the pressure of your hands and the points of your teeth. It was with a desperate pleasure that I allowed you to shove me to my knees, the reddening tracks of your nails on my back and your teeth on my throat still burning with sensation. You held me in the quivering, breathtaking balance between destruction and creation, one hand pulling painfully and relentlessly at my hair, the fingers of the other pushing softly, soothingly, at my entrance.
I cannot give you my loss of control: it is already yours.
Author:
Pairing: Five/Ainley!Master
Rating: R
Word Count: 162
Summary: The Fifth Doctor's terms of submission.
Warnings: BDSM-y, though mostly abstractly.
A/N: Just joined this afternoon, so I thought I'd offer up a drabble.
It was you who killed me, that time.
This body was born under the sky, eyes wide, hands clutching at the cool grass. This body was born from the alchemy of revenge and control, albedo condensed from the blackness of your anger. You made me, in a way, reconfigured skin and muscle and bone, slick and red and pliable.
So when you came to me, I hadn’t forgotten: my body remembered under the pressure of your hands and the points of your teeth. It was with a desperate pleasure that I allowed you to shove me to my knees, the reddening tracks of your nails on my back and your teeth on my throat still burning with sensation. You held me in the quivering, breathtaking balance between destruction and creation, one hand pulling painfully and relentlessly at my hair, the fingers of the other pushing softly, soothingly, at my entrance.
I cannot give you my loss of control: it is already yours.