stripped down to the bone
vervain mercar/emmrich volkarin
rating: E
word count: 5145
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Making such a vile mess in a place that should be sacred, his body desecrated by his own blade in the hand of an esteemed Watcher—Vervain was high on the adrenaline, on the brazen debauchery, on Emmrich's willingness to kneel down beside him and match his basest, most sordid desires.
No, it wasn't just willingness, but enthusiasm. There was Emmrich: respected and devoted to his craft, always neatly put together; shirt tucked, hair slicked, impeccably groomed; poised and profoundly polite. Then there was Emmrich: hands warm with his lover's blood, moaning against his thigh; shirt stained, hair sweat-damp, obscenely disheveled; unabashedly turned on by the pain he inflicted. Both the same man, the only difference between them one Vervain Mercar whimpering under his touch.














