8thAugust 2005

NOTE: Right my attempt now to avoid a law-suit o.o'' I don't own Harry Potter nor the characters used (shame!) they belong to Ms JK Rowling DON'T SUE PLEASE! I'm British I use British spellings not American - so live with colour and favourite with u's in p

Alright this is a Fenrir Greyback/Remus Lupin ficcie! This is my first fiction using this pairing and as you can see it's very short, I aimed it to be SHORT and a ONE OFF. The song used as the title also helped inspire me called "Guilt on Skin" by Charon.

edited Thank you Mistress of Tales for pointing out the faults.

WARNING Cannibalism and suggested yaoi

By WerewolfGirl

Guilt on Skin.

A church yard scattered with worn and crumbling tomb stones of souls long since gone. He was there in these hallowed grounds; half shadowed by the elm trees and the stone building though lighted by the paling moonlight and distant street lamps. The tiny limp body within his foul hands, the neck snapped and now inhumanely was ripping and tearing at tender flesh with long nails and jagged teeth stained red with blood. The body of the girl was one of his own creations; a little monster who barley had seen her second moon within the beast state was now his meal.

Tainted blood tastes so much sweeter when it’s a bastard child of Greyback.

The graveyard reeks of oxygenated spilt blood but he looks up from his prey and smiles with dripping bloody lips, arising to his feet, he walks forwards. The little body dumped heavily on top of a tombstone stump, a thud and cruel crack as the spine breaks; he does not care anymore. Wiping his mouth with a tattered shirt sleeve he approaches nearer. His eyes are bright; drunk on the euphoria of the blood and the lust of killing as well as the intoxicant alcohol he every now and again stoops to steal.

Hand is held out I dare move away from the leader it was too disrespectful and would break all my effort so far to join the pack, though he can see my displeasure within my eyes which now linger on the young girl’s body. “Ah my children are few and far between she was not to join us. She was not like you my Remus, my outsider pup”.

Now so close, his hand had taken a hold on my jaw his thumb pressing against my labret and lower lip, his head was now draw up beside mine. His foul breath smelling of whiskey and blood tickled my skin, a nip on my earlobe with his teeth. “Such a sweet boy, the guilt on your skin makes you more so tempting.”

His hand had slyly opened the top buttons of my shirt his long nails scratched the exposed skin deeply on purpose. I am not to flinch or try and back away from Greyback. The pain of my flesh being opened burned deeply though I stood watching as his face lowered to suck at the wound on my collarbone. My guilt for being a werewolf for so long is what Greyback likes and desires of taste for. Licking like an animal he laps up my oozing tainted blood, his tongue slowly climbing up my neck in a sensual manner. These moments tingle me with pleasure though my love he knows did not belong to him, this only made me more of a target for his intoxicated desires. “This guilt you wear makes me hunger for… oh your eyes so sad like pale moons reflected in water”.

Pausing for a moment to take in a breath, his eyes are half covered by lazy lids as he looked me intensely with a wicked smile upon his lips the sight of his jagged teeth just visible. “…your sweet taste… I’m drunk on the kill of her, but you followed me here how I lust too much on such pleasures.”

So quickly he was upon me, grasped by a hand his tattered nails dug through the fabric of my clothes and into my flesh. His mouth was on mine biting my lower lip so that it bled with the burning taste of coper filled my mouth and his. The drinking of bloody kisses, the taste of children is sweet but a taste much sweeter is the submissive member of the pack to allow him a drink of their tainted blood.