Narnia ficbit: angry Peter/Edmund, ADULT
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bedlamsbardGuys, I don't even know what this is; it's been on my computer for a while now and I have no idea where it came from (well, you know, besides the obvious) or what the context is. And I'm relatively certain it's not going anywhere, so I am going to throw it out here so I can stop thinking that something's going to happen when it's clearly not. I mean, seriously, this may have been one of the most pointless things I've written in Narnia.
"Fuck you," Edmund snarls, and swings his fist at his brother, but Peter catches his wrist and pulls him in, teeth sharp against his lip before he makes a damn good attempt at castrating Edmund with his bare hands.
Edmund twists away hard and pulls away from Peter's grip, striking out with his fingers curved to rake his nails across Peter's face, blood beading up in five even lines. He digs his fingers in Peter's hair and kisses him, hard and angry, and sends buttons scattering across the floor as he rips his shirt open.
"Go to hell," Peter spits, drawing blood when he digs his teeth into Edmund's lower lip, and shoves him back up against the wall.
Edmund uses the grip on his hair to drag him sideways, slamming Peter's head into the wall as he leaves bruises across Peter's ribs with his other hand, and Peter hooks a foot behind his angle and knocks him off balance, chopping the side of his hand down in the space between neck and collarbone to send him down. Edmund keeps his grip on his brother, pulls Peter down on top of him and kisses him again. "Been there," he bites off against his brother's mouth, "done that."
Peter gets a hold on Edmund's wrist, bends it backwards until he hisses pain, and then digs his fingers into the muscle. His teeth are sharp as he kisses Edmund and reaches for the buttons on his trousers, pulling them free and tossing them aside until he can get his hand around Edmund's cock. "Might try getting a return ticket, then," he says as Edmund arches up into his hand.
"Only if there's a two for one discount," Edmund snaps, ripping at Peter's hair.
Peter slams his head down into the hardwood, and Edmund's vision shimmers and blurs for a moment before he bangs his forehead hard against his brother's, sending Peter reeling back for long enough that he can flip them. He drops his weight on his brother's chest and hears the breath go out of Peter as he loses his grip on Edmund's wrist; Edmund uses the opportunity close his fingers around Peter's throat and squeeze until Peter scratches him across the face, his nails barely missing Edmund's eye. He licks the blood from his face and kisses him on the mouth, the iron sharp between them, and Edmund grinds down hard against his brother, drawing a sharp gasp from Peter.
"Fuck you," Edmund snarls, and swings his fist at his brother, but Peter catches his wrist and pulls him in, teeth sharp against his lip before he makes a damn good attempt at castrating Edmund with his bare hands.
Edmund twists away hard and pulls away from Peter's grip, striking out with his fingers curved to rake his nails across Peter's face, blood beading up in five even lines. He digs his fingers in Peter's hair and kisses him, hard and angry, and sends buttons scattering across the floor as he rips his shirt open.
"Go to hell," Peter spits, drawing blood when he digs his teeth into Edmund's lower lip, and shoves him back up against the wall.
Edmund uses the grip on his hair to drag him sideways, slamming Peter's head into the wall as he leaves bruises across Peter's ribs with his other hand, and Peter hooks a foot behind his angle and knocks him off balance, chopping the side of his hand down in the space between neck and collarbone to send him down. Edmund keeps his grip on his brother, pulls Peter down on top of him and kisses him again. "Been there," he bites off against his brother's mouth, "done that."
Peter gets a hold on Edmund's wrist, bends it backwards until he hisses pain, and then digs his fingers into the muscle. His teeth are sharp as he kisses Edmund and reaches for the buttons on his trousers, pulling them free and tossing them aside until he can get his hand around Edmund's cock. "Might try getting a return ticket, then," he says as Edmund arches up into his hand.
"Only if there's a two for one discount," Edmund snaps, ripping at Peter's hair.
Peter slams his head down into the hardwood, and Edmund's vision shimmers and blurs for a moment before he bangs his forehead hard against his brother's, sending Peter reeling back for long enough that he can flip them. He drops his weight on his brother's chest and hears the breath go out of Peter as he loses his grip on Edmund's wrist; Edmund uses the opportunity close his fingers around Peter's throat and squeeze until Peter scratches him across the face, his nails barely missing Edmund's eye. He licks the blood from his face and kisses him on the mouth, the iron sharp between them, and Edmund grinds down hard against his brother, drawing a sharp gasp from Peter.
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Date: 2009-01-16 07:04 am (UTC)... you can't do that to me. I have to go rethink my whole life view now.
I'll be in my bunk.
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Date: 2009-01-16 02:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-16 05:02 pm (UTC)Oh, who am I kidding.
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Date: 2009-01-16 05:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-01-16 02:30 pm (UTC)