The Fraser Whomping Challenge

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Just a little drabble to ease me back into dS:

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Fraser winced when I turned on the light. He looked like hell. Shirt collar ripped half off, streaks of blood down his neck and arms, swollen lip...even his hair looked beat up.

If I ever got my hands on the bastard who'd done this to him...

Gently as possible, I brushed my hand over the bruise on his cheek-

-and when I looked down, there were purple smudges all over my palm.

"Okay what the fuck's going on?"

He blushed and looked away.

"Makeup, Fraser?"

"They say . . . hurt/comfort scenarios often end with . . . sex."

I laughed.

"You coulda just asked."

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(Yeah, yeah...it's a cheat, but I figure Fraser's already been smacked around enough this week. *g*)