Hotter Than Love

Call My Name

      Red.
It raced through veins and laced his vision.
It coated his hands and engulfed his heart.
The color red was everywhere he turned.

His knuckles screamed their protest but Fushimi pushed the pain aside long enough to land another blow to the bastard's face, a face that looked eerily similar to his own. The man had long since been rendered unconscious but Saruhiko hadn't been satisfied with that. No, that wasn't good enough. Fushimi wanted to make him bleed. He wanted blood, wanted broken, wanted pain. He wanted to bring this man within an inch of his life and maybe, just maybe, wanted to send him over that said inch.

Love, twisted beyond recognition, black and ugly and disfigured, fueled him onward. It ruled his judgment, swallowed his reason. It altered his person entirely, like it always had. Like he always had. It begged him to keep going, to punch and kick and thrash the worthless trash who dared to steal his name from his lover's lips. And he would. By the end of the night there would be nothing left of the man beneath his fists that couldn't fit into a trashcan. He'd wear the bloodied badge of a psychopathic murderer with a smile on his face.

The blade was in his hand and he wasn't quite sure when he'd reached for it but it was just what he needed. He would hack away at his prey bit by bit, leave only enough behind for the stray dogs to feast upon because they deserved a meal too. He would-

"Saru-hiko?"

That voice, his name, spoken in a rough whisper, cut through the haze of bloodlust. Like the blinding light from a lighthouse, it drew Fushimi in; back from the deadly rocks that threatened to sink his sanity and drowned him in the bottomless abyss beneath. The cold steel that he'd been wielding clattered to the pavement and was echoed the dull thud of flesh hitting solid ground when Fushimi released the man he'd nearly killed. Hardly recognizable now, his clone. Face bloodied, swollen, and bruised, he was no longer Fushimi's shadow.

A manic grin curled the edges of his lips and he couldn't help the crackle of laughter that bubbled up his throat. Behind him, Misaki gave a quiet moan at this. Fushimi turned to find the smaller boy slumped down on the ground, leaning against the brick wall of the neighboring bar. Head tilted back, lips parted, and face flush, Saruhiko could tell he was suffering pretty strongly from the drugs and alcohol in his system. He clicked his tongue, stepping over the debris and filth that littered the backstreet to crouch down before the red-head.

"Look at the mess you've gotten yourself into, Misaki. What an idiot you are." he chided, brushing a forefinger across Misaki's bottom lip, catching the drool there. The touch elicited another moan to escape from those shapely lips.

A hand pushed at his arm weakly. "No- don- don't touch." Yata gasped and tried to stand. Tried and failed miserably.

Fushimi straightened, looking down on the fool with bemusement for a few more seconds as his ex-partner attempted to rise. Too soon though, the sight grew tedious. As the adrenaline leached from his body, Saruhiko began to feel the cold once again endeavor to seep into his bones. Heaving a sigh through his nose, he reached out and captured Yata's upper arm in a tight grip. The smaller boy gasped, tried to protest the contact but Fushimi had him hauled to his feet and over his shoulder in one fluid move.

"Try not to struggle too much Misaki," he teased. "Least you embarrass the both of us."

His quarry stilled, huffing and panting against his back. "Saru! Pu-put me- down, stupid monkey!"

"Is that really what you want Mi~Sa~Ki, for me to leave you here and let the wolves devour you?" feeling drunk on the sensation of Misaki's too-warm body against his own and the revelation the night had brought, Fushimi couldn't help but to tease the skater. He traced the cold fingers of his free hand up Yata's bare leg, delving under his shorts and stopping a few inches above the bend of his knee. He took pleasure in the shiver that racked the smaller boy's body. "I must say, that sure is a bold move for a virgin like you."