[Fic] Nobody Else Understands
Title: Nobody Else Understands
Pairing: Kyo/Hotaru
Rating: R
Warning: Bloodplay, suggestion of sex.
A/N: I'm just in a bloodthirsty mood tonight.
This is an amateur effort and does not intend to infringe on the rights of Kamijyo-sensei and his associates.
He loves this. This is the moment he lives for. The moment when you throw yourself into battle, uncaring of what goes on around you. People are falling dead like flies, but he doesn't care. The rush of treading neatly between the line of life and death, when any loss of concentration may mean a deadly blade through your back. Or even better, a quick slice that will separate your head from your body. A brief view of how it is to see your own body falling some distance away before your brain recognises the separation and blanks out.
Hotaru smiles as a flash of red goes past him, radiating a heat and passion that engulfs and burns much more than any flame that he can conjure. He can almost see that familiar smirk on that arrogant face, and the crimson eyes that flashes brightly as the man cuts down his opponents, reducing to inanimate corpses anyone who is insolent enough to stand in his way. That same heat will burn when they are alone together again. Later.
This is what they shared, and this is what the others don't understand. Nobody can hear that same screaming they have in their head, in their soul, barely hidden under the covers of flesh and blood. The distant whispering of their bloodline, desiring- no, demanding- that more blood is shed. Maybe it's just the insanity of their clan.
Sometimes at night, when the screaming gets bad enough, when there isn't some convenient soldier nearby for them to kill, they take it out on each other. A short tanto will do the job, breaking skin just barely, slicing a thin line from the neck to the chest, right above the heart is, and then licking the blood off, relishing the coppery taste on their tongue. It is so easy to just plunge the dagger down then, and kill the other. Hotaru sometimes trembles at these moments, when he isn't sure if the gleam in Kyo's demonlike eyes is a lust for blood or flesh. If it were Kyo, he will just look up at him, the edge of his lips curled into a smirk.
"What's wrong, Hotaru? Lost your nerves?"
But they are both still alive. After all, nobody else understands.
Pairing: Kyo/Hotaru
Rating: R
Warning: Bloodplay, suggestion of sex.
A/N: I'm just in a bloodthirsty mood tonight.
This is an amateur effort and does not intend to infringe on the rights of Kamijyo-sensei and his associates.
He loves this. This is the moment he lives for. The moment when you throw yourself into battle, uncaring of what goes on around you. People are falling dead like flies, but he doesn't care. The rush of treading neatly between the line of life and death, when any loss of concentration may mean a deadly blade through your back. Or even better, a quick slice that will separate your head from your body. A brief view of how it is to see your own body falling some distance away before your brain recognises the separation and blanks out.
Hotaru smiles as a flash of red goes past him, radiating a heat and passion that engulfs and burns much more than any flame that he can conjure. He can almost see that familiar smirk on that arrogant face, and the crimson eyes that flashes brightly as the man cuts down his opponents, reducing to inanimate corpses anyone who is insolent enough to stand in his way. That same heat will burn when they are alone together again. Later.
This is what they shared, and this is what the others don't understand. Nobody can hear that same screaming they have in their head, in their soul, barely hidden under the covers of flesh and blood. The distant whispering of their bloodline, desiring- no, demanding- that more blood is shed. Maybe it's just the insanity of their clan.
Sometimes at night, when the screaming gets bad enough, when there isn't some convenient soldier nearby for them to kill, they take it out on each other. A short tanto will do the job, breaking skin just barely, slicing a thin line from the neck to the chest, right above the heart is, and then licking the blood off, relishing the coppery taste on their tongue. It is so easy to just plunge the dagger down then, and kill the other. Hotaru sometimes trembles at these moments, when he isn't sure if the gleam in Kyo's demonlike eyes is a lust for blood or flesh. If it were Kyo, he will just look up at him, the edge of his lips curled into a smirk.
"What's wrong, Hotaru? Lost your nerves?"
But they are both still alive. After all, nobody else understands.