For the first time in his life Kunsel felt truly blue.  Not saddened OR upset, but blue; cold, crisp, lonely blue.

He hadn’t realised the size of the whole that Zack had wormed into his heart.  Without Zack, SOLDIER had no perks, no joy. Every mission was just another mission.  With no one at home waiting for you, with no one to kiss goodbye, it suddenly didn’t matter whether or not you came out of the battle in one piece. Life just was. 

No, correction, Kunsel just was.

Apart from him, life went on. Everyone else at ShinRa was happy – friends where lost in a battle and alliances between ranks where maimed and wronged, but things always seemed to work out in the end.  Kunsel was the only one stuck in a rut and without Zack around to pull him out of it, it was bound to last longer than he’d originally thought.

Life was blue, and bleak, and it hurt because he was still only a kid who felt as if everyone else was having a great time aside for himself.  He may have been a strong-bred, battle ready soldier trained by ShinRa’s greatest, and he may have been the smartest Cadet the company had ever known, but in the end he was just a kid.

He hated it, loathed it even. Being an ANGST-RIDDEN, hormonal teenager sucked; everything was so blue. He was tired of being so damned down – he missed the days of SOLDIER summertime, with warm trips to Costa del Sol, where Zack would affectionately. . .

He shook his head.  Thoughts of Zack wouldn’t help things.  It only made things seem more blue...Just blue....

...Cold, crisp, lonely blue.

Brown wasn’t how Kunsel felt; Zack could tell that much from his kiss. He wasn’t sure how ‘brown’ would feel as an emotion. It didn’t seem like a colour someone would use to describe how they felt at any given time. He didn’t understand how or why it could be used to show one’s emotion, but he did know that brown wasn’t the colour of Kunsel’s kiss.

 Brown was an odd colour – sometimes as sickening as rot and other times a beautiful canvas of deep vivid portrait, it could be described in so many different ways and be used to portray so many  idea’s, sights and sounds. It was an oddity in the spectrum. Most colours where black and white, either happy or sad, but brown – it was sort of neutral.

Brown was definitely not how Kunsel felt, Zack devised, because Kunsel definitely wasn’t feeling neutral. He was giving his all into this kiss, his pale hands yanking forcefully at the collar of Zack’s uniform with a need Zack hadn’t realised he was capable off.  Teeth nipped at his bottom lip and suckled where they drew blood. Kunsel’s every move was fervent and urgent, as if he feared Zack would disappear beneath his hands.

Brown may not have been how Kunsel felt, but it was how he tasted.

Kunsel’s mouth was sweet and warm – like the chocolates Zack had brought him in apology, desperately trying to make up for what had happened, though he wasn’t entirely sure what he’d done wrong. The taste of them mingled with the thousand apologies Zack had whispered against Kunsel’s skin, swearing that he would never hurt him again, that he would never forgive himself it he did.

It had been so long since they’d last touched, and Kunsel didn’t want promises –he’d known it was his fault that they’d split apart in the first place, he wanted touch. He wanted to feel Zack meld against him like they had before, just like they where meant to be all along.  Zack’s hand move to cup the slender curve of Kunsel’s hips, holding back a groan when the younger Soldier pressed against him, grinding with a passion that the virgin he’d known a month ago hadn’t possessed.

“Tell me your mine.” Kunsel growled against Zack’s neck, biting the flesh there with a force that was almost animalistic. “Tell me that I’m the only one for you.”

“Ah,” Zack cried out, it hurt. “I’m yours...Only yours.”

The hands that had gripped Zack’s collar moved down, to forcefully pull on his shoulder blades, and Kunsel’s mouth moved to bite on the flesh beneath Zack’s chin.

“Tell me that Luxiere means nothing to you, that I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this.” He ran his teeth almost threateningly over Zack’s Adams apple, as if daring Zack to say anything otherwise. “Tell me I’m the only one who gets to be touched by you.”

Zack nodded, gulping at the younger soldier’s sudden dominance and power. He hadn’t known Kunsel to be so physical before. “There’s nothing else, no one else. Just you; just me.”

Kunsel knotted a hand in Zack’s hair, tugging his head down for a lip bruising kiss. There tongues danced in a fierce battle of need, want, and desperation. Zack could taste, no he could feel the smallest trace of desperation on Kunsel’s tongue as it confronted his own. 

“Prove it too me.” Kunsel said slowly backing away from Zack. “Show me, make me yours.”

Zack more than willingly obliged.