Defect

The word burned at the back of Purple's mind, each syllable a splinter lodged in his consciousness. It was easy enough to silence the taunts of his peers with a fist, but there was no swift remedy for the persistent echoing of his own thoughts. He clenched his head in his hands and sighed desperately, exhausted eyelids falling half shut over sunken, weary eyes.

It's been days since he last slept.

He's terrified of what his unconscious might conjure without his rational mind to censor it. Concepts that slowly graduated from "questionable" to "mildly inappropriate" had finally arrived at "unforgivable." Tangles of frantic, sweat-slick limbs, hot mouths, hips… and between the moans he keeps hearing in his head, the same word repeats over and over:

Defect.

Defect.

Defect.

A/N: um... so, it's definitely been a while. It's not very good, but i felt like posting.