thewatchmaker: (Petlar B&W)
Title: Temper Tantrum #9
Pairing/Characters: Petlar
Prompt: "brain, nail, body, glass."
Rating: R for almost smut
Warning: None
Notes: I can't believe I got those words. I was LMAO. Someone had an idea over on [livejournal.com profile] sylar_peter to write drabbles inspired by the verification words we got on Save One Show. Here's my 120 word drabble set during the Wall of course.

I raked my nails down his face, leaving a trail of bloody scratches as I shifted my weight, pinning Peter beneath me on the mosaic of broken glass that had been the shop’s window. His thumb gouged into my eye as he struggled to get me off of him, but he was too small, too tired from swinging the fucking sledgehammer all day to put up a real fight.

“If you used your brain more, you’d know when to play dead.” Fuck every jerk of his body was making me hard. I knew he could feel my cock pressed into his thigh, but it was only fair. I could feel his too. “When to give in, and when take it.”