with slash, this time.

[toujours_nigel]

I blame ceredwensirius, who sicced this bunny at me. I don't think she cares, much, about the blame.

Title: Philos.
Pairings: James/Sirius/Remus.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not me.
Summary: The slash version to this, so, 100 words of pwp. What summary?

Here among the dirt and congealing blood and splinters of wood, and the slow darkness of a moonless night, where it is allowed, permitted, possible, to forget that they are who they are, and be what they are, here and only here can he draw a smile from his mate with slow sucking kisses pressed to the scar running down his ribs—vicious slash that near tore his heart out—and adore his boy with gentle touches and a deft twist of the wrist—nothing hasty, and nothing unfamiliar—and curl to sleep, half-tame and half-wild, between master and mate.

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[ceredwensirius.livejournal.com]

You blame me for encouraging you to write this delicious piece of slashy goodness?

I accept.

*impish grin*


This is sexy, warm, tender post battle lover/friend/brother goodness. I see the appeal in slashing the warrior male.

[toujours-nigel.livejournal.com]

*narrows eyes* This is my mildest group of warrior males and now I have Macedonians jumping around in my head, and A/P and I have exams tomorrow, dammit.

:(

But yes, they are very pretty, aren't they?