Third Person
Paris, France: Street 78 (Alley 2)
"Was that really necessary?" the boy with grass green hair asked, looking at the blonde boy while he washed the bloodstains off the whip.
"What?"
He was occupied that he could not comprehend his words. Phoenix just stared at the blood-covered weapon before smiling.
"It seems to me that you only did that because you wanted to avenge your mother's death" Nightmare pushed further.
The boy doesn't want anything but for Phoenix to come to his senses and stop being a hindrance to those lovers. So he could do something for himself, for once.
Maybe they could do something together for themselves for once...
Nightmare almost fainted when the blonde boy took his shirt off, revealing his slender, muscular body. It was covered in scars, it was almost identical to the scars Saccharide had.
"See these scars? You don't have these, right?" Phoenix smiled and waited for the boy to answer. "Go figure, why?"
Phoenix approached him and took off his shirt for him. Raged by the sight of the boy's flawless patches of skin as he traced his collar bone down to his left part of Nightmare's abdomen until he reached the stretchy band of his pants, he looked at his eyes and frowned.
The green-haired boy inhaled and tried his best not to tackle Phoenix on the ground and do something unforgivable but—
Pleasurable...
"I'm the only one he initiated with pain" Phoenix explained but he is smiling like he was happy about it. "You'll never know how I feel so shut the fuck up."
"She ought to know how evil he is" Phoenix added before pushing Nightmare out of his way.
Phoenix tossed his shirt on the corner and organized the cabinet containing most of their weapon valley and supplies.
"She already knows. And she won't leave him" said Nightmare.
Phoenix turned to his companion in disbelief before sitting on the desk.
"I don't know if you're a pessimist or an optimistic about this but you have to shut the fuck up" Phoenix commanded, crossing his legs in fashion.
Nightmare told himself to answer but some part of him wants to just zip his mouth and gave in to the charms of the blonde boy, his naked upper part added to his lustful satisfaction
"I've shut my mouth for a long time, Phoenix." Finally, he talked back. "It's time you listen to me"
"Alright, I'm going to listen..." Phoenix, as appalled as he is, smirked and leaned his back against the wall.
Nightmare took a deep breath before saying, "Let them be. Let's go on with our fucking lives..."
Well, that is one thorn out of his chest...
Phoenix was about to answer when his phone rang. He directed the other male to go away and give him privacy while he took his phone out of his pocket.
"Time's up I don't have time for you." he waved his hand, along with his phone in hand.
"Someone's calling me..."
'That's it? After all that courage, he gathered, a phone call will ruin and block it?!' Nightmare thought in disbelief.
The green-haired boy stayed and just stared at the boy sitting on the desk. Phoenix noticed him and sighed.
He reached for a nearby compartment to pull out antibiotics and medicines for mouth sores. Briefly, he read the label.
"I only listen to the words I want to hear. Don't waste your voice and take this medicine, your mouth will not heal it—"
He was not in his right mind but it was the right decision to execute. His lips and mouth were still sore but he crashed his lips onto Phoenix's as forceful as he could, but as pleasing as he wanted it to be.
"Nigh- Nightmare!"
The other boy fought but it made an entrance for his wounded tongue, their saliva mixing together as Nightmare became dominant.
Phoenix's hand was tightly clasped together by his companion. His legs kicked and aimed for the green-haired boy's groin but Nightmare's knee was already rubbing itself on his inner thigh.
"Please stop chasing them!" Nightmare spoke through their kiss. "I'm tired of following them. Aren't you?"
Phoenix calmed down for a moment and gave up resisting. He let him take control. Much to the boy's happiness, he ran his other hand up to his scarred chest while the other one clutched Phoenix's hair, deepening the kiss.
Nightmare let go and looked at his companion's blushing face.
"It's time I follow my heart" he confessed. "My heart leads me to you"
It wasn't done. No! He wanted to do more than just a kiss.
"So please..."
The other boy was silent, he could not get a moan from him. Nightmare licked his ear down to the little nub of flesh on his chest. He lifted Phoenix's chin to bring it up close to his throbbing thing, the boy held it tight but stared lifelessly.
His hands went up and down...
He pleasured the green-haired boy...
But he knew, he was thinking of the girl at that moment. He was stroking his member the way he touches himself when thinking about the girl.
He wasn't going to pass this...
"Just..." Nightmare moaned and let the silent male do all the work.
It was the night he was not expecting.
"Phoenix," he called him again before hugging him from behind. He ran his hands up and down his beautiful scars, licking some of them in the process.
"These scars, let's heal them together."
He wanted to hear the same thoughts but it all ended when Phoenix stood up and put on his shirt again. The blonde boy did not look Nightmare for one last time and walked to the door.
"You better not show your face to me again..."
He left him there covered with his own fluid. The tears couldn't escape because he was thought not to cry over a girl but he was not going to cry over a girl but a human being who shares the same gender as him.
"This is your first and last from me. I'll accomplish my mission without you"
Those words kept ringing in his head.
"Fuck! Turns out I'm not the normal dude from this group..." he cried.