#breakyournexus

@breakyournexus

There were useless moments, rare ones, when tears flooded his vision and burned his cheeks like cyanide.

   Moments when malaise struck, and he felt like digging his claws into his eyes. He'd rather fucking bleed.

To his horror, Big Red entrapped him in his arms, and Zero stiffened beneath him before he writhed, shoving his hands into his chest to push him off.

   He was going to slit his throat!

He was going to slit his fucking throat!

 "Let..." This was alarming. Shadow could barely enunciate or lift his head on his own.  Hands, massive ones, cradled his face. He hated it, batting their efforts away, and attempted to rise on his own.

  He was indestructible and took missiles to the chest. Ultimate life forms did not need help.  But why did his knees almost fold beneath him? 

@breakyournexus // 💭 a thought.

      A distinct glint made its way into his eyes when he thought of that Brute. Zero desired to skin him and flood the room with enough iron to taste it on his tongue. He hated him. The sentimental fool made his skin crawl and his teeth grind.

 Yet, the thought of anyone else having him, touching him, tracing patterns into his arms drove him apeshit. The jackal vowed to sink claws into their eyes if they so much looked at him. 

Eyes narrowed, suspicious of his intentions. As if Knuckles were a bomb in disguised, awaiting to eviscerate his entire self.  

  His smile was handsome but uncanny, and his muscles anticipated the worse. He hated it. They traversed unfamiliar ground, and Zero didn't know where to place his feet. 

   "Why," he demanded, a growl unfurling in his chest. Why did he accept his fist and not crush it within his?

His audacity to reach out to touch him had Zero baring his teeth at him. Never mind the Merc had touched him first. He discarded that for his convenience. What mattered was that he'd reach out again in retaliation and aim to grab his arm. 

  His muscles had been a force to be reckoned with. Despite how controlled, he had still felt the tense power beneath the lighthearted bump.

 And he desired to dig his fingers and make him wince.

@breakyournexus​​​: ❛ you’re one of us now. nobody ever tell you that? ❜

  It wasn't the echidna's height that gave him grief; it was his body encasing him against the coolness of the wall in juxtaposition to the heat pooling between them.

    Shadow was agonizingly aware of their proximity, his chest skimmed against Knuckle's front, and his heart bellowed above.

   It was overstimulating, but he refused to show discomfort. He stoned his disposition and spread his hearing throughout the perimeter, pursuing the threat.

  Recognition glinted in red eyes, and Shadow looked up, seeking his. Voices were traveling near, armed by the heaviness of their gait. They pounded their heels against the pavement in unison; trained militant men equipped with guns.

  The Ultimate Life Form could survive a bullet between his eyes, but his companion, despite the power coursing his nexus, could get nicked by a stray bullet.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Knuckles dwarfed Zero; who curled over him, his big ass red back swallowing the power that would have engulfed him. The gesture pissed him off more than touched any sentiments.  

He wasn't a goddamn damsel in distress to fucking save.  

Reaching up, he gripped the back of his neck and yanked him down, not caring how uncomfortable the position would be. He brought his face close to his. "Fuck you."