A/N: I haven't had the time to write on anything and when I found the time the inspiration just would not come so I started writing drabbles by request for my friends/fellow writers.
This particular piece was a Leon/Sora request made by Yxonomei.
Wishing You Were Here…
They always reserved the Red Room at Traverse Town's Motel and kept the balcony door open every night. Though they would never admit to it their reasoning was simple.
They wanted to be caught.
There was no holding back, no pulling blows, no guarded words, just their heavy breathing and pounding hearts as they grinded together mindlessly in, on, or against anything that was convenient at the time. At every meeting it became worse, the frustration, the wanting, the never satiated longing for something just beyond reach.
A tremulous wail broke the silence of the alley, echoing outward from the open door and the wind answered with a sharp chill that traced their sweat-soaked skin and heaving bodies.
Every thrust sent the bed creaking dangerously and the frames on the wall to rattling softly. There was no gentleness, no tender care in what was done there every night. Just the numbing ecstasy of the rape as Leon pretends the boy beneath him has blonde hair and Sora pretends that, for once, he isn't the hero.
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