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slashthedrabble2011-11-09 10:05 pm
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Entry tags:
Prompt #311, Sharp. Silent Hill 2, Pyramid Head/James
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rosehiptea
Title: Cut
Fandom: Silent Hill 2
Char/Pairing: Pyramid Head/James Sunderland
Rating: PG-13
Words: 200
Warnings: **Darkfic, Character Death, Violence**
Summary: There always comes an ending.
Cut
He is nothing but a faraway sound, and then he is moving, metal scarring the stone.
James doesn't try to run or to fight now. It's fitting that his end should come at the hands of the only one who truly knows him. And isn't this what he fought for in the end? This faceless one, ready to take the last that he has to give.
He kneels on the stone, catches the creature's apron, kisses the hem in supplication. The muscled form, mottled with dried blood, is his final compulsion. James grasps Pyramid Head's knees, his face pressed to his thighs, feeling a heat beyond any coupling. When he closes his eyes all he sees is a body struggling beneath him on a bed, so he opens them again to see the dim room and the beginning of the end. He needs nothing now, not even dignity, not even light, not even time.
Pyramid Head looms over him, and James can hear him panting roughly with arousal at the consummation that approaches. He places one large scarred hand on James's head like a benediction, then stretches his neck back.
The Great Knife is sharp, and sweet, and almost merciful.
rosehipteaTitle: Cut
Fandom: Silent Hill 2
Char/Pairing: Pyramid Head/James Sunderland
Rating: PG-13
Words: 200
Warnings: **Darkfic, Character Death, Violence**
Summary: There always comes an ending.
Cut
He is nothing but a faraway sound, and then he is moving, metal scarring the stone.
James doesn't try to run or to fight now. It's fitting that his end should come at the hands of the only one who truly knows him. And isn't this what he fought for in the end? This faceless one, ready to take the last that he has to give.
He kneels on the stone, catches the creature's apron, kisses the hem in supplication. The muscled form, mottled with dried blood, is his final compulsion. James grasps Pyramid Head's knees, his face pressed to his thighs, feeling a heat beyond any coupling. When he closes his eyes all he sees is a body struggling beneath him on a bed, so he opens them again to see the dim room and the beginning of the end. He needs nothing now, not even dignity, not even light, not even time.
Pyramid Head looms over him, and James can hear him panting roughly with arousal at the consummation that approaches. He places one large scarred hand on James's head like a benediction, then stretches his neck back.
The Great Knife is sharp, and sweet, and almost merciful.
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