Finland paces nervously, brushing one hand through his sweaty hair as his other fumbles into his front pocket to clutch his pocketknife.
Sweden stands before him naked. Finland shivers with anticipation.
Sweden has given him anything he asks for, and Finland feels guilty for asking for this.
Finland pulls the pocketknife from his jeans. He hears Sweden’s quick intake of breath, but can’t stop himself. He just wants to cut and cut and cutcutcut until there is nothing but blood and warmth and oh—Finland stops his train of thoughts abruptly, and flips his knife open.
The spring sends the black blade outward, a smooth surface around the tip that fades into jagged notches towards the hilt.
Finland takes a step forward. Sweden takes a step back.
“Don’t run.” Finland whines petulantly, his bottom lip set in a pout.
Sweden stiffens, then nods. He steps back so he is pressed against the white—[i]sowhitesored[/i]—of the wall.
Finland approaches Sweden’s body reverently, the knife firmly gripped in his left hand. Finland’s right hand softly traces over the taut flesh of Sweden’s stomach.
He makes the first cut on Sweden’s side, slicing just through the external oblique. Blood quickly gushes from the stab wound and Sweden groans.
Finland isn’t done, not by any means. He begins to slowly carve marks through Sweden’s skin. The first cut is the deepest, as Finland returns there after each sketch to apply more blood to his knife like paint on a brush. He sweeps Sweden’s skin, running the blade against his inner thigh, behind his neck against the trapezius. Sweden’s quiet flinches are ignored in favor of his stiffening erection. Finland eyes it fondly as his creates a masterpiece.
Finland ponders reincarnation while he cuts. He always marvels at Sweden’s ability to rise from the ashes. The majority of the cuts at subcutaneous, but as Finland loses blank space he starts to get creative. He draws on the back of Sweden’s legs, running up his strong muscles to graze over his sacral region. The blade pierces Sweden’s skin, and Finland marvels at how much it turns Sweden on.
When Sweden is about to come, Finland quickly slaps a ring around the base of Sweden’s erection.
Sweden glares, and Finland grins. The knife hover precariously close to Sweden’s neck, then deftly slices through. The carotid artery is severed and Finland patiently watches Sweden’s body sag against the wall and tumble to the floor.
Finland is already prepared, and pushes Sweden’s body into position. It’s so dirty, the blood and the squishing as Finland sinks his weight onto Sweden’s penis. It’s still hard, and Finland cries as he begins to fuck himself.
Sweden doesn’t respond because he’s dead.
Finland rides until he can’t take it anymore; he reaches down and unsnaps the ring and gasps as Sweden’s corpse releases inside him. It’s so [i]dirty[/i]. Finland comes, hard and frantically against Sweden’s bloody torso.
Finland falls against Sweden’s chest and closes his eyes.
Just. Everything about this was fantastic. This is the first fill response I've ever gotten to a request, and it was exactly what I was looking for. Thank you so much, author!anon. /bows.
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A Coat of Scars [SuFin]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-09 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)Sweden stands before him naked. Finland shivers with anticipation.
Sweden has given him anything he asks for, and Finland feels guilty for asking for this.
Finland pulls the pocketknife from his jeans. He hears Sweden’s quick intake of breath, but can’t stop himself. He just wants to cut and cut and cutcutcut until there is nothing but blood and warmth and oh—Finland stops his train of thoughts abruptly, and flips his knife open.
The spring sends the black blade outward, a smooth surface around the tip that fades into jagged notches towards the hilt.
Finland takes a step forward. Sweden takes a step back.
“Don’t run.” Finland whines petulantly, his bottom lip set in a pout.
Sweden stiffens, then nods. He steps back so he is pressed against the white—[i]sowhitesored[/i]—of the wall.
Finland approaches Sweden’s body reverently, the knife firmly gripped in his left hand. Finland’s right hand softly traces over the taut flesh of Sweden’s stomach.
He makes the first cut on Sweden’s side, slicing just through the external oblique. Blood quickly gushes from the stab wound and Sweden groans.
Finland isn’t done, not by any means. He begins to slowly carve marks through Sweden’s skin. The first cut is the deepest, as Finland returns there after each sketch to apply more blood to his knife like paint on a brush. He sweeps Sweden’s skin, running the blade against his inner thigh, behind his neck against the trapezius. Sweden’s quiet flinches are ignored in favor of his stiffening erection. Finland eyes it fondly as his creates a masterpiece.
Finland ponders reincarnation while he cuts. He always marvels at Sweden’s ability to rise from the ashes. The majority of the cuts at subcutaneous, but as Finland loses blank space he starts to get creative. He draws on the back of Sweden’s legs, running up his strong muscles to graze over his sacral region. The blade pierces Sweden’s skin, and Finland marvels at how much it turns Sweden on.
When Sweden is about to come, Finland quickly slaps a ring around the base of Sweden’s erection.
Sweden glares, and Finland grins. The knife hover precariously close to Sweden’s neck, then deftly slices through. The carotid artery is severed and Finland patiently watches Sweden’s body sag against the wall and tumble to the floor.
Finland is already prepared, and pushes Sweden’s body into position. It’s so dirty, the blood and the squishing as Finland sinks his weight onto Sweden’s penis. It’s still hard, and Finland cries as he begins to fuck himself.
Sweden doesn’t respond because he’s dead.
Finland rides until he can’t take it anymore; he reaches down and unsnaps the ring and gasps as Sweden’s corpse releases inside him. It’s so [i]dirty[/i]. Finland comes, hard and frantically against Sweden’s bloody torso.
Finland falls against Sweden’s chest and closes his eyes.
In the morning, it starts over.
Re: A Coat of Scars [SuFin]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-10 05:17 am (UTC)(link)Re: A Coat of Scars [SuFin]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-12 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)Just. Everything about this was fantastic. This is the first fill response I've ever gotten to a request, and it was exactly what I was looking for. Thank you so much, author!anon. /bows.