Psycho Chan's Note: No matter how much I try writing I never get any better. Man I suck at typing. Here I thought graduating school would help me…even a little bit. It's about two in the morning and I am so drinking coffee. It's nummie. Anyway, I know that Francis doesn't seem like the type to cut but there are a lot of people who do it and never seem the type. You can never predict these things. I struggled with cutting at some time in my life too and most who know still can't believe I did it. Anyway, enjoy my poorly written story and remember, love conquers…most. Well it conquers all here. Just remember that I had warned you about the sex…so…here it is.

Cut One: Talon

"You're burning my feathers again" was moaned out as hot hands skim Talon's ginger body, the smell of something burning hangs in the air.

"Sorry." HotStreak apologizes, kissing the girl softly. This wasn't new. The man always seemed to burn her feathers. Accepting the apology this time, the feathered girl returns the kiss, wrapping her arms around HotStreak's neck. "I'll be more careful." The man continues to pet the girl, feeling the plumage fluff up from the touch. Talon's body was awkward to work around but after months of trail an error, Francis finally figured it out. Well, except for the wings. He still had difficulty working around those.

Another soft moan escapes the bird girl as strong hands stroke her thighs. Talon opens her legs, allowing the man to move between them easily. A less quiet moan is heard from the younger girl as the wetness between her legs is rubbed hastily, causing her to arch off the mattress that they had found and dragged to the building Ebon had found. "Oh~"

Those fingers sink into her moist flesh, loving the warmth in her body. Knowing kissing the coat Talon wore would be numb to kisses, HotStreak opens his mouth near the girl's body, breathing hot air through the thick feathers, sending shivers through her body. He was rewarded with yet another cry of pleasure. With Talon writhing under his naked body, HotStreak pumps his two fingers into her, feeling muscles within her small body contract around him. Slowly, HotStreak removes his fingers, leaving the girl panting, recovering slowly.

"Ready?"

With a nod as her answer, Talon blushes underneath the orange feathers.

Gently, HotStreak pushes into his girlfriend, shivering at the warmth she provides. The man keeps a firm hold on Talon's hips as he sinks into her. The body underneath him arches slightly, a wonderful sight for Francis's emerald eyes to take in. Talon believed she was ugly with her new looks, and thought many may agree, HotStreak learned to look pass that. Now, he believes she is beautiful though she'll never believe him.

Rolling his hips into the smaller body, HotStreak lets out a low moan onto the downy neck before him. He keeps all his touches kind and gentle, not wanting to hurt Talon in any way. After a few moments, screams are heard from Talon, who claws at the other man's shoulders. She is unaware of the fact her claws are slicing open HotStreak's flesh as ecstasy builds deep inside her. The older man slowly loses control of his powers as his body temperature slowly rises with the growing pleasure taking him.

This goes unnoticed as the thrusting grows more intense, bringing both teenagers into a different world. A world where feeling good is the only thing that matters. In some cases, it is this world that becomes dark.

Talon arches into the man's body, taken by pleasure as she tries her best to not claw the flesh of the pale flesh over her. The girl is spun into an orgasm, her screams echoing around the room. The meta girl makes sure to turn her head as she screams as to not activate her powers. With the warmth around him suddenly tightening, HotStreak pulls out of the swollen flesh, coming onto her orange thigh.

The two pant, catching their breath. Their bodies shivering at the high that stays in them, sweat hot on their skin. Smiling, HotStreak leans down, taking the girl's lips. Talon wraps her arms around the man, holding him closely, as though she needed him. And she did.

However, like everything else, that changed.

The rebel's relationship with the Latina girl was his longest, with five months. Then things started to get in the way. Those things were secrets. HotStreak had many of them, each one more sickening than the next that he had wished more than anything that he could leave them behind.

Talon didn't like the secrets.

"Shiv, quit that. You are so annoying." Talon's voice nags the Korean teen.

"But I'm so bored." The man keeps hitting the ball on the paddle with his powers. The rapping sound was driving Talon and HotStreak insane.

"God. You are just like Antonio, only he has a reason."

"Antonio?" That stopped the man. "Who's that?"

"My kid brother. The kid can never keep still and always gets into trouble with his mouth." Talon smile. "But I guess I wouldn't mind hearing him whine about spending too much time in the shower again."

Seeing this, HotStreak looks away. She had told him about her family. Theresa came from a decent family. Sure, they had problems with money and her father had a gambling problem but a family nonetheless.

"Well I could do that for you." Shiv snickers, making the object in his hand disappear. Talon just rolls her eyes. "I have a little sister who spends waaay too much time in the bathroom. Chantal practically lives in there. Really sucks because we only had one bathroom and way to many people."

"You have a big family?" Interested, Talon shifts on her perch, which is the back of the broken down couch. HotStreak sinks into the sofa, uncomfortably with the topic.

"Yeah. I lived with my mom and my dad. My oldest brother Lee moved out about…four years ago. Chantal still lives with our parents. And my twin sister Amy is…I think she moved out too after her powers…" The purple haired boy chuckles. "Guess Chantal gets the bathroom all to herself." Ruffling his greasy hair, Shiv leans over to HotStreak. "What about you?"

"I have…a younger sister…" Was the only thing he said. Family was a sore spot.

"You never told me that." Talon flicks her cramped wings. "What does she-"

"It doesn't matter." HotStreak cut her off. Anger fills the girl.

"You never tell me anything. What is it with you in keeping yourself from me? I tell you everything you ask and-"

"Some things are better off unsaid, okay?" The red head refuses to look at the girl.

"Not okay. The whole point of a relationship is trust. And if you can't trust me with little things as some stuff about your family than we shouldn't be together."

With wide green eyes, HotStreak faces the Latina girl. "What?"

"You heard me HotStreak…" Talon hops off the back of the couch. "I'm sorry but…sometimes things just don't work." The girl walks away. Seeing the unhappy girl and the surprised man, Shiv follows Talon, in hopes of cheering her up. And to avoid the possibilities of having to deal with an emotional fire manipulator. The lad is convinced HotStreak has two emotions, angry and pissed.

However, later that night, he started another dark secret. That night he spent alone in an ally, reflecting on what Theresa had said. Looking into the shiny blade of a knife he had just lifted off some pawn shop. It was simple, a marble switch blade about six inches. Francis was looking at the reflection. He could see his eyes, misty from the tears he refused to let fall. with a sigh, the man brought the silver edge to his wrist. The first cut in his destination to find a person who can love a man such as himself.

This is where Francis learned about the dangers of secrets.