limit: compression
The little boy buckled, falling perfect and prone. Each whipped-yolk curl swept up in a blood-barbed thorn crown—far from a martyr—and the coat fluttered to lay so flawlessly flat.
His pretty blue eyes didn't close.
Riku flexed the Oblivion from his too-large, too-flat, too-tanned hand-digits. A murderous ache coiled low in his belly and the choke he held on the copy-blade's hilt did little to check his right devious revenge.
It really was too bad that DiZ needed him alive.
Fists took full grasps of hood; long bits of sugary-white swung foreign at his waist.
"Shit." The kid was made of bricks. "Shit."
"Heavy little fucker." Ripe, ruddy shadows slung low all around him. "Ain't 'e?"
It settled and spilt, pooling the rotten feet of some javelin-boned creature onto the cement. From afar, he could have easily been mistaken as beautiful—hair a pure mimicry of fire; lithe and pale cheeks—but as close as he was, Rikunhort saw the piss-yellow teeth; the pockmark burns; the dime-store makeup he wore.
"Well, don't you look—" He heard the stare clamor up his face and down. "Nice." The Number stood in a teetering heap; small puffs of white-gray smoke rolled out from beneath his sleeves.
"Let me alone." Riku moved once, dragging XIII like dirt.
"Not without Roxas."
"What's he to you?"
A gesture towards the body; a look of dreary heat. "He's my partner."
"In what sense?" The fabric tore and he spat out a 'fuck' between yanks that just frazzled out even more black thread. "You haven't any love."
"Maybe." Nose kissed nose—Riku's skin seared. "But, neither do you."
He grabbed a tuft and pulled; this time it was Axel.
"It's a shame that his Other denies you," the thing cackled, drawling light along sticky, clam-flesh gums. "Mine doesn't have a choice."
Vertebra popped and whined.
Roxas was an abandoned curl on the ground.
"What would you call his choice regarding you?" Cattish green eyes tore past the pigment and Heartless glamour. Axel knew all too well of every wet Riku cell in his black Xehanort blood, every atom and nuclei and bitter blue bile whose birth was made from Riku.
"Heterosexuality?" The whisper traced nerves along Riku's brown face.
A hard something else nudged his crotch.
"He's much too pure for our kind of sex—"
Rikunhort shoved him, struck him, wrung his throat until that plum-mussel grin bled through the teeth.
"Isn't it predictable." Axel hissed but did not die. "I always bottom."
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