Main Pairings (for now): AkuRoku, SephCloudZack

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He shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be doing this.

Because it's sinful, sinful, sinful and weуre tainted, tainted, tainted. And I know that he can feel the disease wind up through his fingers, because he's painting my skin with them, trying to cover the once pristine canvas with that swirling, whirling mass of sickening passion. And it's not allowed, it's bad, it's taboo, and we're not supposed to. Not.
Sup-
-Posed.
To!

Ah, oh, whatever God there may be, forgive us. Forgive him. Because we're not supposed to. But we are. We are. We ARE.
"Roxas..." he whispers to me, hand sliding up my thigh, and I feel the sickness twist up the sickly pale flesh there, but oh, it's so good. And so intoxicating. And so addictive, addictive, addictive.

And my arms are twisting inside of the cotton cloth, and I wish I would stop shaking, but I won't. Because that's part of the sickness. And he's concerned because I'm mumbling all these things to him under my breath, but it doesn't matter. Because he's here and I'm here and the disease can't wait, so would he hurry up, please? I want to feel (FEEL, DO YOU HEAR ME?!) before the ladies and lads in their infuriating pureness come back and make it coil back inside me.

They poke through my skin just the same. Punctured and penetrated, I'm still shaking just as bad as when he and I share the sickness like this, only they never fill the hole inside, and they never, never, never placate the thing that feeds on the sickness. They never help. Their needles never help.
Never, never, never.

Because they don't let it FEED and they don't let me FEEL, and GOD, PLEASE, RIGHT THERE. And he does and it happens and feels Oh So NICE!

Now I look up and moan, and my back arches, and he knows, and he feels, too. It only lasts a little while, because there are things to do and people to see, but I know that he'll be back. Because he hisses, hisses, hisses my name too fervently, bruises my lips with the deadly, deadly, deadly kisses too much to ever, ever leave me here. So he redoes our clothes and takes another look at me, and I almost feel worse than I already do. Because besides being tainted, tainted, tainted, his gaze is now guilty, guilty, guilty. Because he knows he's feeding my monster, and he knows that we're damned, damned, DAMNED.
And I laugh as he leaves, still shaking.

Because the nurses were outside the door the whole time.

"Did you hear about the new kid in cell thirteen?" Larxene whispers to me conspiratorially, a gleam in her emerald eyes. I turn to her only slightly, careful not to attract the attention of our superior, Vexen. She and I are doctors at this little asylum in the middle of nowhere- we joke around, calling it the Place That Never Was.

It's morning, so we're busy filling out our patient's prescriptions and getting ready to see to another cheerful day of making sure that they don't fuck themselves up any further. "No, seriously, Ax'. I hear he's a knockout. Turns out that Marluxia couldn't even keep his hands off of the kid for one night." That gains her a raised eyebrow from me.
It's not that Marluxia is known for his self-control (or-come to think of it- any straight persuasions, though Larxene swears to me that they dated for a few months), but he's usually professional enough to keep it in his pants for the patients.
Usually.
"Uh-huh. Did the kid scream or something?" I ask, flipping through the thick stack of stale-smelling patient's charts. A Cheshire grin spreads across her face, rosy lips of her mouth tugged back. The expression is slightly too big for her heart shaped face, but her green eyes are still glittering in a way that makes the proportion seem right.

I eye her carefully. "What happened?" "One of the nurses overheard him." She hums. I try not to let the shock show through. I succeed on my face...Not in my voice.
"A-and the new kid just went along with it?" I stutter. She nods sagely, turning her head on her shoulder. "He's a nymphomaniac, Ax'." Larxene giggles in a vaguely unsettling way. "And totally schizo, to boot." "R-really, now? What do we know about-" I'm cut off when Vexen (our superior and Larxene's big brother) interjects. "His name is Roxas Strife, little brother to a mister Cloud Strife, who works a very important position for the Shinra company. Roxas was put into his care when it was found that his father and mother had been abusing him. He refuses to tell anyone what happened, though I daresay it's beyond his capabilities at this point."

He shakes his head sadly, a grave look on his sharp, English features. "The boy seems to have no perception of what is right and wrong, and seems to confuse doctors with his parents..." Larxene lays her head on her brotherуs shoulder this time, their golden hair mixing together.

I have to fight to stay focused on this Roxas kid's tragic story and not on...Other...Nicer things.

"He's certainly going to be a hard nut to crack." I say, clearing my throat.
Larxene's too-big grin is back. "Thaaaaat's right, Ax', babe..." she coos. "An' guess what?" I feel the bottom of my stomach drop out, because I know what's coming.

"He's all YOURS."