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Title: Silent Hill Drabbles
Author: Chaosdreamer (dreamerchaos)
Beta: None.
Warning: Slash, gore, and horror, AU. Mature.
Pairing: Pyramid Head/James,
Disclaimer: Silent Hill is owned and copyrighted by others beside myself. I'm only playing with the boys.
Author's Note: Realized that I had posted the responses to some Silent Hill drabble requests on my livejournal account, but forgot to post them here. My aplogies. Primary pairing PH/James. Enjoy.

raveechidna

It's been awhile since we talked or you worked in the Silent Hill Fandom.

Fandom: Silent Hill
Character or Pairing: Pyramid Head/Pyramid Head (the two of them) Possibly with James.
Prompt: Punishment
Rating: NC-17

Their existence was sin.

Their pleasure was sin.

Their bodies pockmarked by scars, ripples and coils of muscles forever died gray by the touch of Death, but never to die. Punishment, perhaps, for their perversity? For the pleasure and gluttony of flesh and blood that they soaked themselves within on a daily basis?

Or perhaps for the manner in which they deemed to touch each other. Taboo. Brother caressing Brother.

Twins, apart only in the minutest flash of color across their helm. One a bright fervent red, fresh as blood. The other the color of old rust, of blood left to cake and spoil.

However, their ivory, scarred skin seamed together. Hands mapping the other�s bare torso, tracing and relearning the canvas of scars and silvery lines. Muscles rippling beneath flesh with each obscene caress, one twin rattling a low moan, the other purring a sharp snarl.

�BROTHER.� The eldest twin spoke.

�BROTHER.� His twin echoed.

They were passionate in everything. Their rage. Their glory. Their jealously, and possession of each other.

It is to no surprise when their father dares to step foot into Silent Hill, and their massive lungs breath in his scent�

The youngest twin, rust helmet rising with interest. Snarling into the beating wind, gulping down the scent, rolling in across a serpentine tongue. �FATHER OF MY FLESH.� He sighed, greeting the wind and its alluring scent.

The elder, blood-dyed helm also raised, clenches his hand around the hilt of his massive sword.

�WHAT SAY WE CLIP OUR FATHER�S WINGS?� They share a look, mutual predatory smiles hidden, but their delight intermingling, �LET US PAINT OUR FATHER�S IVORY SKIN WITH OUR HANDS.�

It is a fairly simple, yet clever trap they laid. One mocks James, stepping towards him, prompting the smaller man to run down the hall that he had traveled.

The younger twin stands in wait around the corner. Snagging James� wrist as he turns the corner, swinging the fragile human around, tripping him with one large boot, the momentum sending James slamming onto the floor. Radio skittering across the pools of shadows, spin like a clock upon torn and tattered carpet.

James curled upon the floor, sky blue eyes dilated, chest heaving in terror. Trembling like a pale little rabbit, shielding his face with his forearms as both Pyramid Heads loom above him.

�WE SPRANG FROM YOU, FATHER.� The elder snarls, �UNHOLY SEED FROM THE LOINS OF A MURDERER.�

�N-no�� James whimpers, covering his face, �I don�t know why� I didn�t want to hurt her!��I just wanted her to stop hurting��

�HUSH NOW.� The youngest is kind to sooth. Slick, latex gloves snagging James� wrists. Refusing to allow him to cover his eyes in front of his children. �WE DO NOT CONDEMN YOU. INSTEAD�WE WELCOME YOU.�

�Nonononononooooo�� James kicks and scratches, alternating between pleas and curses. �Please don�t do this Idon�twantthisPlease!!�

�SILENT HILL GREETS YOU, FATHER. AND THE PUNISHMENT FOR DARING TO KNOCK UPON HER DOOR�� The elder sighs, serpentine tongue flickering out and chasing the trails of tears upon James� cheeks.

�THE PUNISHMENT IS OUR UNHOLY, UNWAVERING LOVE AND AFFECTIONS.� The younger whimpers in delight, hands slithering down to break the latch upon James� belt, silver zipper beginning the slow slide downwards.

jeza_red

oh oh Me me!!^__^

I wanna... Seriously I'd love something from Silent Hill^^"

FANDOM: Silent Hill
CHARACTER OR PAIRING: Red Pyramid (optionaly JamesXD)
PROMPT: Red.
RATING: err... dunno^^"

The rivers and lakes of fresh spilt blood lapped across the floor of the apartment bathroom. Slivers of pulsing, crimson fluid still faintly pumping from the slashed wounds upon James� wrists.

A sharp, edged knife evidence of the gruesome wounds, the hilt and blade damp and coated in James� blood. The fingers of one hand still resting on the weapon, but the limb possessing no more strength to lift the weapon and reapply it to the numerous, gaping slits in his wrists.

The Red Pyramid only managed just to fit into the tiny bathroom, looming in the doorway, the devil incarnate in red, white, and brown. Red helm, ivory, scarred flesh, and dried blood painting his entrance into the tiny haven that James had crawled into.

�POOR, SAD LITTLE MAN.� The Red Pyramid steps were slow and purposeful. Kneeling down over the prone man. The still warm blood slicking the front of his butcher apron, boots leaving red imprints and swirling tracks.

Bleary, pain glazed blue eyes struggle to comprehend the Red Pyramid looming over him. The large hands upon his shoulders the only guarantee preventing him from sliding completely onto the tiled floor.

�YOU REMEMBER THE TRUTH NOW.� The Red Pyramid was no detective, but he knew the flavor of defeat, horror, and grief, all rolled into one. The infusion soaked into James� flesh, the catalyst for his desperate act of grievance. He chuckled in cold humor, �SUICIDES GO TO HELL, JAMES. NOT TO HEAVEN.�

��I�know�� James whispers, each word heavy in grief. ��d-deserve Hell��

�YOU STILL DON�T SEE, JAMES?...NO�YOU�VE NEVER OPENED YOUR EYES. NOT ONCE SINCE YOU STEPPED INTO MY HAVEN.� The Red Pyramid lifted gloved hands, soaked in James� own blood. Lifting two fingers, carefully painting James� lips, hand trembling with the eagerness a small child would have when first dipping their hands into paint and touching the fresh, sparse surface of white paper. �NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TRY TO BLEED IT ALL AWAY, YOU CAN NEVER OUTPACE THIS RUBY PARADISE.�

For odd_stick. I teased her with the drabble while we were IMing.

odd_stick

Well, since we've been talking about it and you haven't written for it in a while, I would like to request Silent Hill 2. PH/James, please? As for plot...it can either be in one of your existing 'verses or something else. XD

I'll gladly re-post this challenge...it'll be fun if anyone actually requests anything, and I haven't written in ages. LOL.

�This web is the cruel skin of lattice wings,� Pyramid Head dips his hands in between the tight, stretched seams of interlaced barbed wire.

Trapped like an ivory moth, James keened, one single move to the left or right shearing a strip of skin from his body.

Pyramid Head jostles impatiently, a long, sliver of a black tongue flicks outward from the depths of his rust red helm. He laps at the fresh beads of blood that drip from the slick strands of barbed wire and wicked obsidian knots of uneven wires. The demon savoring the tiny droplets as if they are beads of melting hard candy.

�The color red suits you.�

James keens, the heels of his boots slipping through the wet pools of crimson. Bound like the prey left to await the spider, James grimaces as he bucks within the choking, biting embrace of the looped barbed wire coils. The blood slick strands slide over his shoulders and collar, weaving like a lover�s pair of arms around his waist, wrists tied behind his lower back, the human�s eyes rolling back in a frisson of shock and dread as the ragged bleeding flesh of his wrists squelch brokenly as another barb of metal digs into the mottled flesh.

Down, down, the web of black and slick red bands curl around his thighs, snaking down slashed pant legs, tying his ankles together, the white of the long socks a sour black, too long steeped in blood.

Pyramid Head lashes his forearm amongst the net of barbed wires stretched throughout the padded room, the large demon hissing in delight as the taut strands snap against the flesh of his arm. The skin splits open as if slashed by a long knife.

�Drink deep, James.� The human wails brokenly, in denial as Pyramid Head shoves his bulk into the network of cruel wires and barbs. The helmed demon leans into the biting coils, letting the slicing, biting strands rip into him, sighing in delight as if the caresses were the soft kisses of smooth lips.

Pyramid Head plunges two slick, crimson soaked fingers in between James� pink lips. The human moans in disgust and fear, choking around the thick fingers, the burn of hot iron as the blood floods his mouth causes the white of his eyes to show as he rolls and tosses his head, eyes flared wide like a frightened deer.

"You�re a sweet, terrible disease.� His demon purrs, tracing a gore slick thumb across James� cheek, �James�James�you�re a cancer in my system�devour me bit by bit�eat me alive until there is nothing that can break us apart..�

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