Whispers

His lover's scarlet eyes were locked with his own sea blue ones, filled with a yearning, a desire, he knew only he could fulfill.

His lover's pale hands touched his face gently. They were icy, causing him to flinch. He was so dangerously gentle with him...

~so skilled...~

"We'll be on the battle grounds soon," it was a hot whisper, breathed against his ear, causing his whole body to begin to tremble beneath the pressure. And then the trembling morphed into quaking. "And then..."

He didn't want to hear it. He refused to, blocking out the words as they tortured his mind, causing him to fall further into the darkness.

~how can I possibly love someone who's so cruel...~

Oh, what wanton lairs love make us. His lover's hands were searching his body, and the angel smiled softly. His temperature fired up as his lover's hands roamed freely, dangerously, his body heating up as though tossed into an oven.

Boiling over the edge. Desire...

"Ugnh..." A moan. Oh so soft... He felt an arm coiled tightly about his waist, as though pulling him in for the kill.

~resist... resist the temptation...~

But his body was reacting otherwise. His lover gave a smug smile of satisfaction, eyes flickering with lust and power. Power to overcome him.

~useless... useless to resist...~

Those hands traveled down lower, toying with his belt buckle for a moment, playing with both his libido and emotions.

~emotions in turmoil... oh gods...~

How could something feel so right, and yet be so wrong?

"Tomorrow...we battle-- to the death."

He heard the words, his eyes brimming with wetness. His lover was set to kill him, and he was to fight against him. Why must he toy with his emotions before the battle?

He knew his lover thought this brought him to the advantage. He was using him, he knew, and causing him to fall for him was a dangerous power. A power that would give the Angel the chance to win the battle.

If he lost, his friends would be slain. If he won, his lover would be thrown into the abyss.

Not only his lover, but his brother.

~incest... is it incest~

Created by the same person. Did that really make them related? Make them...brothers?

~gods, does it matter?~

His lover smiled, watching the emotions flicker across his face. He was within his grasp-- he would warp the boy's ego, bind him to his will easily. Just a simple matter of pleasure.

~Release... release...~

His lover's hands were working its way up his thighs, teasing him ever so slightly, causing him to grip the fine silk sheets of the bed with all the might he could muster.

~release... have to...release...~

And he was touched, his body firing up. Tears falling gently down the sides of his face.

~grieve with me..~

And he whispered his lover's name, back arching, breath coming out in gasps of pleasure as he felt his lover's lips upon him.

"...Kuja..."