I'll get straight to it.
Bryan POV
As I was walking home, a felt like something was watching me. I turned around to see nothing. Strange. I thought. I had that feeling for the rest of the way home.
As soon as I got home, I took out my illusion disk. The springlock suit was back on my body. It was a blue bear, I called it Axe.
"S-stil-l fe-els we-irdd h-avi-ng th-is," I said. "I- wis-h it wa-sn't th-os h-ard t-o spe-eak." I sighed. It came out more as an "H-uhh."
Then I suddenly heard my door open. "Mo-l-ten!" I said. "W-hat a-are yo-u do-ing h-he-re.?!"
"Bryan," he had a sad look on his face. "Why did you do this?"
"I-." The voice in my head cut me off.
Don't tell him. It said.
"O-kay," I replied.
"Who are you talking to?" asked Molten.
"J-jus-t my-sel-f," I said.
"Why Bryan? Why did you do this?"
"I de-serve-d i-t," I said, looking down.
"No," said Molten, "you didn't deserve this. Why would you think that?"
"I-," Molten cut me off.
He kissed me, hard. "Don't explain," he said as he pulled away. "I think I might know why."
"W-hy?" I asked.
"You have a voice inside your head, and you went through physical and mental abuse."
"Ho-w do yo-u kno-w th-at?" I was stunned.
"I was just taking a guess, I think I was right." he sounded sad. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."
I burst out in sobs. I apologized, "I'm sorry, I must be ugly when I cry."
"You're not ugly," Molten said. "You were never ugly."
"Yo-u're lyin-g."
"No, I'm not," He said. "Bryan, you are the most handsome person I've seen."
"Sto-p l-ying M-olt-en."
He pinned me to the wall. I looked down, then he pulled my chin up and pecked me on the lips. "Stop. I'm not lying."
"Wh-at a-re yo-u do-ing, Mol-ten?"
He started to kiss me, hard. He started trailing to my neck. "Mgh~," I whimpered. He reached my sweet spot. "Ngh~."
He was now grinding his hip against me. He put his hands up my shirt and took it off.
I think you know what happened next.
And yes, somehow they can do that.
A/N: I will make stuff like this, but that's it, I won't make full smut.