Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Scars ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: I don't own FF 7, though FF9 is a different story… ~_^

Warnings: Yaoi, Angst, Violence, Self Mutilation (Sorta.)

Notes: Written in real time for Elena, one of my best friends, and an FF7 fanatic. ^^

Deep Scars

By DragonSoul

The blade above his face flashed silver in the light that filtered through dusty curtains, unwavering in the sure grip of the wielder. Red locks, vibrant colour matching the blood that pulsed beneath the scar that marred pale skin tumbled over his forehead and into his eyes, the ends of the strands seeming to sink into his skin, seeming to grow into him again.

"Do it." His words were a husky and quiet, a roar in the still quiet of the room. The knife trembled for a moment before the wielder's eyes closed in concentration. The blade bit deep, tip scraping bone at its deepest point. The man held still, eyes searching the boy holding the knife as blood poured down his cheek and dripped onto his shirt, staining the rumpled navy blazer and white shirt beneath scarlet. Finally, the boy's eyes opened, and he swept blonde bangs from his face with self-assured fingers, though his eyes were almost fearful of the man seated before him on the unmade bed with the age stained quilt.

Their gazes broke, and the man fished a handkerchief out of his pocket and held it to the cut, the linen quickly blossoming with vibrant colour.

Almost feral ice blue eyes met nervous royal as the man's tongue swept out to clean away a stray rivulet of blood, and the blonde's eyes widened, knife clattering on the floor as it dropped from his hand.

"Thanks kid." Reno stood, straightening his uniform into some semblance of order, glancing into a cracked mirror across the room.

Beside him, the boy dropped onto the bed that smelt of sweat, one elbow braced on his knee as he leaned his head in his hand, disbelieving of his actions. Strong fingers tipped his face up, crimson stained lips covering his own harshly and forcing them open, Reno's tongue invading the hollow inside and leaving behind the taste of the red haired man's blood.

A train whistle outside startled the young blonde out of his shock, and his hands rose to Reno's shoulders, pushing the older man away before he swiped the back of his hand against his lips, then spat on the floor of the cheap motel he'd insisted on going to do this.

Reno laughed, heading for the door without a backwards glance.

Rufus heard the door click behind him, and curled up on the bed, pulling the quilt over his naked body. The older man hadn't even disrobed....