*Love me, I bring more goodies. Now that I've posted this, I'm going to go eat and pass out. Toodles darlings! (And enjoy the second part of our five-part-grand-super-spectacular-effing-awesome-FINAAAALLLLLEEEEEEEE!)
Extra Note: How do you know you're bad-ass in a video game? When you not only have a theme song, but the chorus of said song is your fucking name. ((I'M LOOKING AT YOU, SEPHIROTH! X3))
Title: Accidental Silhouettes
Chapter Ninety-Seven: Anger
He couldn't stand it.
Really.
A flood of self-disgust overcame his being as he bit the boy beneath him with a bit more ferocity than intended, speckles of blood now decorating the bruise left in his teeth's wake.
Yet, much to his own indignation, he couldn't bring himself to stop.
Throwing the teen onto the bed with more force than necessary, he ripped off his shirt and gifted his suspect with a rare glare of true undisguised rage.
Gauging scratches and bite marks covered the better part of the boy's already-exposed torso as L settled himself down over his person.