Foreword: Um, I don't own them

Foreword: Um, I don't own them. Squaresoft owns them, and then SCEA after them. It has absolutely nothing to do with the actual game, and I am VERY aware that it's rather twisted, because I'm a rather twisted person. So… yeah. Oh. It's yaoi too. Which, for me, is slash. So. Yeah. It's just a moment, so it's really short. Enjoy.

Almost More

It was a rush.

To feel the weight of the blade in my hands, to hear the sound of the blade sliding into flesh, the sick, wet sound. To hear the sound of the blood splattering on the ground, that was the pleasure.

The recoil of the shot when my fingers pull the trigger is the joy, and the way my hands vibrate with the death of my victim, and the sound of the screams that issue from the throat of the dying, bloody mass of flesh that lies at my feet. To me, it is beauty.

Almost more beautiful than the man that stands beside me, his own blade smeared with blood, the sticky liquid splattered over his coat, smearing the white with red. The battle is almost more beautiful than his eyes, shining blue-green, looking through blonde lashes and snowflakes. The death that I have brought is almost more beautiful than his scarred face, almost more beautiful than the smirk that twists his lips as he reaches up one bloody, gloved hand to push unruly blond strands from his eyes and streak them with blood.

The rush of the kill is almost more amazing than the feel of his hands on my skin, his lips on my own, on my face, on my neck. It's almost more amazing than his mouth closing around me, or him sliding into me. Almost more amazing than that almost painful pleasure of his body slamming into mine.

Almost.

But not quite.

Nothing could be more amazing than him. Not the feel of the blood splattered on me, not the feel of my blade sliding into flesh, and not the sound of the shot.

Nothing can surpass the feeling of my love for him.

Nothing.

"Squall," he says, reaching out and drawing my hand and the blade away from the dead monster lying at my feet.

"Siefer," I say, looking up.

"Good job baby," he says.