AN: Julia don't read this story, You too Ashlee.
I don't own any of the characters and this is major smut (angsty smut)
He's looking at me- no, not looking, watching like some great cat. Like he doesn't know whether to eat me or fuck me. Maybe he's more like an animal than just the sense of smell. Maybe any second now I'll see those muscles rip and tear and hear those bones crack and splinter and blood pour out from the faults appearing across his porcelain like skin as something big and scary and nightmarish pulls itself out of the ruined mess of his pathetic, weak human body and growls, roars and pounces. Maybe I can feel its weight on my body and its claws pricking my skin until tiny cuts appear and bleed and red runs down my arms and all I can feel is this crushing numbness pushing down on my chest until I can't breathe, can't move, can't feel. And those claws fall further inside me until I can feel them scratch and claw at where my heart should be. Maybe I can hear you purr next to my heart as my chest is turned to ribbons of flesh and blood and pain and horror. Maybe I can feel you push inside of me in pleasure and pain. Maybe it's a worse agony, a wound that leaks misery and incompleteness. Maybe I just like scaring myself. Maybe that's why I want you to fuck me, Zexion or maybe I just want a heart to love you.
-Demyx
I don't want soft. I don't want control. I want rough and hard and pushed down and taken and pounded into the ground until all pain disappears and all I can feel is you inside of me, touching me, biting me, marking me. I don't want slow and romantic and candles and beauty. Sex is its own beauty. So are you. Everything about you burns. Your eyes, your hands as they travel down, down, down an-duck! How could this feel so good? I'll ache tomorrow; I won't be able to move. You'd laugh at that and no one will know why. Now I know why you still laugh. I want forever. I don't care about holes and emptiness. You feel me up. You complete me. You'd laugh at that as well. I'll laugh as well. Because I love you…even if I'm not even supposed to be able to do that. Haha A-X-E-L, yeah I got it memorized.
-Roxas
You're inside of me, thrusting further and further into that sweet spot. I groan and arch my back to meet your thrusts. I pant, I can't breathe. Our bodies move together meeting each other each time. And your hand moves down and touches my manhood fleetingly and I shiver. Your hand roughly grabs it again, pumps harder and faster with each goddamn thrust and I scream and thrash and buck. Because I've never felt anything like this. Your hair tickles my cheek and your breath warms my ear as you grind and push until I feel as though ill burst. I do.
I wake up alone covered in sweat and essence.
I miss you,
Come back Leon.
-Cloud
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