Blade (слэш)

They come together, broken and bleeding, bruised and bloodied. The pain makes it sweeter. The blood tastes of ecstasy on his lover’s tongue. Groans of pain and pleasure, nearly indistinguishable. Impossible to tell one from the other when bruises are sucked into skin, nails drawn down backs, sharp enough to cut, hips gripped so tightly their marks won’t fade for days.
Oh, how he misses it.
And no one can ever know.
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Loki dreams of forbidden lusts, blood, and sex. Things he knows his mortal will not countenance. Loki's mortal is a good man, and good men did not harm their lovers. Good men abhorred violence and cruelty. Good men were gentle and kind.
Good men might surprise their godly lovers.