Cinder and Ash
He's on fire, and it doesn't make sense. The world has turned upside down on it's head, and though the flip has left Zero breathless he cannot escape it. Everything that is happening is beyond comprehension, and it's so wrong it is in fact right. If that even makes sense, but Zero is burning up and there's no room for thought. Logic doesn't exist in this little space that throbs with heat.
Hands, lips, breathless, chest heaving. Pressure, need, heat, sounds.
Zero wonders when this happened, when exactly did the world begin to flip and when had Zero noticed? He can't quite remember, and unbidden comes the thought that the fire he is playing with may burn him into nothing but ash. Nothing but bits of cinder, that are left out and lonely forever spent in the fire that burned them up. But the fire rises higher, and hotter and thought is impossible, along with it so are all fears.
Skin, fabric, breathless, hands, lips, tongue. Hips, legs, chest, hands!
Zero's world has closed down to simple terms simple thought, movement, need, heat. There is nothing more there, nothing less. There is desperation, want, and there is loneliness. There is the all consuming fire in this moment, the inferno behind Zero's eyes slowly building to a crescendo.
Pressure, hands, tongue, lips, teeth, fangs. Weight, want, fire.
The fire is searing Zero into nothing, and though it is frightening it is also exhilarating. Though fear wants him to hesitate Zero cannot help but give in, cannot help but to trust because he has no choice. He shall soon be nothing but cinder and ash, and he trusts the one that started the fire to put him back together at the end. So, at the moment this whole thing has been living to, as Zero's blood turns to molten magma he cries out and crumbles.
"Kaname!"
A/N: I'm just gonna play it safe and stick this in the "M" rating. Uh yeah, I'm gonna go die in a corner from embarassment now.