Asylum [Dust X Horror] (Collab with me and BlueTechLunatic34)

Chapter 11

<No recap this time, cuz I'm too lazy. Sorry. All I know is that Horror just kissed Dust. ^w^>

Dust jolted slightly, shocked, his eye sockets going wide and dark with surprise for a moment.

'Oh god, oh god what do I do,' his mind whispered, before his thoughts slipped away, lost to the kiss.

Hesitantly, he moved closer to the other, kissing back slowly and softly, his eye sockets sliding shut, feeling dizzy as he melted into the kiss without realising it, his soul beat rapid.

Horror held Dust for a moment more, wanting the moment to last forever. However, life is cruel. Horror pulled away softly, looking into Dust's eyes, his own being filled with fear, pain...And love.

"I-I...um..*cough cough*...I'm sorry.." Horror whispered, too weak to comprehend what had even just happened...

Dust's eye sockets widened slightly.

"Sorry? F-for what?" he asked, almost fearfully.

'Did he not mean it? Is that it?' he thought, his eyes scared as he gazed at the other, his soul beat uneven and quick.  

"I-I don't know. I don't know if you feel that way about me...So I'd thought you'd be mad. I thought.....that you'd think I was a sick slut....it's what the doctor says...." Horror whispered, too scared to say anything else. Horror could feel his soul beating so loudly, he was surprised that Dust couldn't hear it.

Dust hesitated for a long while, then reached out to cup Horror's face gently, pulling him into a gentle, love-filled kiss, pulling away after a few moments.

"I'm not mad at you," Dust said softly and carefully, caressing Horror's cheekbone gently. "I... I love you, okay? I love you..."

"And you're NOT a sick slut," he muttered lowly, his eye sockets darkening at the thought. "That bitch is WRONG."

Tears dropped from Horror's eyes, landing lightly on his shirt. "You...do love me? Dust...I love you too. More than even I know. And I'm...just so glad that you feel the same." Horror whispered, hugging Dust, but immediately regretting it. Horror pulled away quickly, grabbing his torso where his ribs were. He'd rushed too quickly into the hug, and had accidentally pushed on his own ribs..as a result.

Dust's breath hitched, and he moved his hands over the other's ribs gently, starting to heal them again, feeling dizzy again, but not caring in the slightest.

Horror was more important.

Horror again weakly pushed Dust's hands away. "Stop Dust....it's hurting you. I can see the pain in your eyes...And besides....he'll do worse. Soon, he'll come here again...this time he'll be prepared.."

Horror again pulled Dust into a hug, this time being gentle. Horror simply held the song for a moment, wanting to just leave the asylum. He wanted to be free, with Dust.

Dust hugged back lightly, not wanting to hurt Horror any worse, tears tracing down his cheekbones.

"I don't want you to be hurt, either..." he whispered brokenly, burying his face in the other's shoulder. "I don't want you to hurt..."

"I know Dust....but you need your strength....because if....WHEN he comes back, you need strength...He can tell when someone is weak." Horror warned, speaking slightly louder as his voice slightly returned.

Horror then began to feel drowsy, and began to pass out on Dust's shoulder.

Dust opened his mouth to protest, then felt the weight on his shoulder increase, and he sighed, figuring that the other had fallen asleep, pressing his mouth to Horror's forehead gently.