Oh dear, I think I'm getting addicted to angst. Um...yeah, just a little drabbly thing my muse made me write. Kind of a Team 7 threesome, but at the same time very much not. I just get hooked on the dynamics between these guys! Anyway, here is number 76 of the 100 Themes Challenge, enjoy:
76) Broken Pieces
He moves in her, hot and heavy and far to steady. She whimpers under him, hands fisting in rumpled white sheets with her hair spayed out like a halo. It's all contrived, controlled, both of them seeking to mimic what they should have been, trying to make up for every moment they weren't enough for him.
His chakra flickers over his skin, half merged with something burning and feral in their desperation, lips pressing hard against a pliant pair beneath him, slits of emerald gazing back hazy and unfocused, picturing a darker face, paler lips.
They fall into their individual fantasies with vigor, soft sounds escaping as they make love with all the feelings they never had the chance to show him. Any passing voyeur would say they are soulmates, but their friends know otherwise. They know otherwise.
Their soulmate is between them, the heat of each touch for his memory, each cry an offering, a plea for his return. And when they finally tire, growling and screaming out their mutual release, it's his name they cry. Even as they kiss and fall asleep entwined, it's love for him that shines in their eyes.
But broken people have to make do, and he feels closest when they're together like this. Like they're a team again.
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Underground, in a cold base full of flickering lanterns and hissing snakes, a boy with blank eyes and a beautiful face stares sightlessly into the dark, hands held rigidly by his sides. He doesn't need them. He doesn't. He...
Long, pale fingers inch their way down to the waistband of black boxers. Images blend - shining blue eyes, pink hair, red dresses and whiskers.
Maybe he does need them after all.
Feedback, anybody? It will be much loved, I assure you!