Rude always knew he would burn.
That fiery hair and those dancing eyes just proved it. He felt drawn to the other Turk like a flying creature to the flames that would condemn it. If he had ever wanted to resist…well, it would be quickly impossible. His partner was heat and passion rolled into a ball of lightning, waiting to strike out of those blue eyes.
And when he looked down at his friend, partner, lover, he knew. He knew it in those rushed breaths, those searing touches, and that dark voice, begging for more. He knew.
He was already burning.
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Okay….this things just….eh. Ima tack it onto Feline 'cause that's where I'm sticking all my random late-night drabbles. Feels kinda half baked, but y'know what? I dun care.
Rabid.