Seme: Kadaj
Uke: Denzel
Keyword: Twisted
Err…. I'm just pretending Denzel is 13 here. I don't know his age, but being 13 still doesn't make Kadaj any less creepy.
Denzel has always been considered to be a very smart boy. Tifa had taught him to come home when it got dark out and not talk to strangers. Stay away from dark alleys and bars other than 7th Heaven. Denzel could recite every word that Tifa had said about these dangers and more, except for one certain topic. Drugs.
Denzel certainly didn't do real drugs, a boy his age still had a growing mind, and even if he did want a bit or marijuana or speed he definitely wouldn't be able to afford any. No, Denzel wasn't addicted to any of those. What he was addicted to had smooth, silver hair and beautiful green eyes. He was constantly in Denzel's thoughts, running through his mind every day, always leaving Denzel begging to just be near him.
Said silver haired man showed up outside of Denzel's room one night. He quietly opened the window and let himself in, hoping the younger boy who was listening to music hadn't heard him. Luckily, Denzel remained oblivious to the intrusion, until he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and lip attach themselves to his neck. He didn't even have to turn around to know who it was.
"Kadaj," the brunette whispered.
Yes, Kadaj. The 18 year old seemed to be almost as obsessed with Denzel as Denzel was with him. The silver haired remnant pulled away from the younger and studied everything about him that he could see at the moment. The boy's wavy brown hair, small ears, smooth neck. Next he memorized what he could feel. The curve of Denzel's back, the warmth radiating from him, his heartbeat pulsing against his hand. Kadaj silently laughed to himself. All this would soon be his. He would be able to call the brunette his own as soon as he could complete the reunion he and his brothers had been working towards.
Denzel was his drug as well, you see, and now the prize for his twisted fantasies.