Random Thing?
Yeah...I don't know what to say. This maybe might be part of a larger fic at some point, but it stood on it's own rather well, so I figure hey, why not?
dramaprincess87, if I hear about this in person, it shall be on pain of death. The end.
Title: Untitled
Genre: Humor?
Pairing: Akuroku
"Holy crap!" Sora shouted, orange slice gracelessly falling out of his mouth and back onto his plate, "What the hell happened to you?"
And indeed, Roxas did look a sight, shuffling into the kitchen. He looked pale, even paler than normal, which made the deep purple circles stand out in stark relief. There were scratches and bruises down the side of his neck and the way he held himself spoke of aches, pains, and exhaustion. And just there, peeking over the collar of his coat...
"Oh my god, is that a burn?" Sora gaped at the discolored patch of skin, trying to figure out what could have happened to cause it. Roxas paused with the refrigerator door open to lean back a bit and stare down at his own chest. Oh yes, that.
-sting up to meet him. His chest was growing warmer, scalding, burning, a feeling that was echoed lower, pooling and surging with ever growing need. A warm, sweaty body leaned low over his, breath feathering over his ear, red strands of hair sticking to his cheek.
"There. Now you've got my heart right next to yours." The voice panted, and he could hear the smile in the words, and oh-
"Don't worry," Roxas smirked, "you should see the other guy."
dramaprincess87, if I hear about this in person, it shall be on pain of death. The end.
Title: Untitled
Genre: Humor?
Pairing: Akuroku
"Holy crap!" Sora shouted, orange slice gracelessly falling out of his mouth and back onto his plate, "What the hell happened to you?"
And indeed, Roxas did look a sight, shuffling into the kitchen. He looked pale, even paler than normal, which made the deep purple circles stand out in stark relief. There were scratches and bruises down the side of his neck and the way he held himself spoke of aches, pains, and exhaustion. And just there, peeking over the collar of his coat...
"Oh my god, is that a burn?" Sora gaped at the discolored patch of skin, trying to figure out what could have happened to cause it. Roxas paused with the refrigerator door open to lean back a bit and stare down at his own chest. Oh yes, that.
-sting up to meet him. His chest was growing warmer, scalding, burning, a feeling that was echoed lower, pooling and surging with ever growing need. A warm, sweaty body leaned low over his, breath feathering over his ear, red strands of hair sticking to his cheek.
"There. Now you've got my heart right next to yours." The voice panted, and he could hear the smile in the words, and oh-
"Don't worry," Roxas smirked, "you should see the other guy."