Words - 262
Rating - PG13
Warnings - Confusion
#10 – INFERNO
Crushing, burning, breaking, aching – the pressure soared through him like lightning, like temperatures rising, mercury smashing up and cracking glass, face flushing, palms sweating, teeth gritting, hands clenching, furious, hate, rip and squeeze, and his fingernails cut his palms; he had to stop himself from stepping forward and –
It was just ripping through him, stronger than anything, and he didn't get it at all. This – this insane fury, completely out of his control, raging and taking over. All his barriers of ice melted in an instant when faced with this monstrous heat, and his heart was pounding so hard, his throat dry…
He clenched his hands together as hard as he could and lied to himself that this wasn't happening, never had, was, would – it just couldn't and he wasn't watching, didn't care, knuckles most definitely not white with pressure, not popping from the strain of holding back –
Nothing to hold back. Nothing. He wasn't there, didn't care, just a whisper in the air – stupid rhyming games in his head, the heat driving him crazy. Breathing, he suddenly remembered, breathing, and he – gasped in, choking, fingers falling loose before snapping in again, sharp nails fitting into set grooves in his skin, digging in deep. Self-destructing, watching and burning like he'd never known.
Their lips touched and something in him flared like a phoenix, took him over and shook him down with a killer's soul and empty heart smashing and pounding so hard –
Trembling, he remained in the shadows long after they left, hand in hand.