Because I'm on a Garland/WoL high. It's sad how little of this there actually is.

To be honest, it took me a while to warm up to this pairing. Probably because we don't really know what's under Garland's mask. But I've been converted; even though I still ship WoL/Firion.

Ah well, listen to me ramble.

I wrote this to get some tension out. I think it worked o-o.

And as always, please review. It lets me know what you all think.


Love.

It was something beyond the capabilities of the two warriors.

Garland; who had spent so many years, thousands of them, in pursuit of his only goal for power; had lost the ability to love unconditionally. He had once, when he was young, a knight in charge of protecting Princess Serah; but that was many lifetimes ago.

Warrior of Light; who had once been a normal boy, but had forsaken his humanity for the purity of a true warrior, forgetting and discarding his past, present, and future; he was little more than a hollow shell, void of emotion. He did not feel, for feeling led to weakness which led to darkness; and so it was that his eyes remained lifeless and dull.

But what Garland did covet was power over his enemies; and that was what had brought them to this scene. Warrior of Light cursed his enemy's name, even as he was violated by him. He tugged in defiance against the chain that bound his wrist, the cold metal hands that held his legs apart. Garland told him to scream; but he would do no such thing.

And that was exactly what pissed Garland off the most, because no matter what he did, the Warrior of Light never lost control. He might as well have been dead; and though Garland would have gladly offered that service, even more than that he wanted, needed, to break the warrior's composure.

He'd tried mocking, trickery, putting his sword to the man's neck and ordering him to beg for his life. But every time the only thing he received was Warrior of Light's cold, emotionless stare. It infuriated him. Even now, as he raped his enemy, degrading him to the lowest of the low, the warrior's eyes were blank, even though his lips were pulled back into a snarl.

"I will break you," Garland hissed.

"You cannot break me. You never will," came the response; and Garland's rage rose, because part of him knew that was true.

"What must I do," Garland spoke, lifting a hand to rest on the warrior's cheek. Warrior of Light flinched visibly, though it was due to the cold metal of Garland's clawed glove. "What must I do," he repeated, "To rip this annoying mask from your face?" As he said it, he dug his claws into the warrior's cheek and raked them down. The warrior cried out in pain as blood welled forth, but his eyes did not change for a second.

"Don't you know, Garland?" the warrior spoke, "Darkness cannot defeat the light; because without the light, darkness is nothing. You and I will fight…" he bit his lip, his body clenching around Garland's length as he hit his release, "For eternity!"

Garland felt his body fall over the edge with pleasure at the tightness around him, and when he too was spent, he collapsed on top of his enemy in post-climax bliss. Warrior of Light did not complain about the weight pressed upon his chest, even though it made it slightly harder to breathe. His emotionless eyes, the ones that Garland hated, closed; and for a moment as Garland looked down at the young man, he was content. It was a strange feeling, and one he quickly rejected.

"I will destroy you," he said.

A barely noticeable trace of a smile pulled at the corners of the warrior's lips, "And I you."

Though Warrior of Light and Garland were incapable of love, they did not need it. They had their hatred, their need to destroy each other; and for some reason, that was what drew them together so strongly.