Subject: Fraternizing with the Enemy
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Posted on: 2011-07-06 01:38:00 UTC

Rating: R
Summary: The enchanting waif Supernumerary might protest, but Suicide knew what he really desired.

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Author's note: I decided to write this after reading the other fics in this section. None of the other authors seem to really understand how Suicide and Nume think of each other, and it's been so disappointing! I hope my humble effort will inspire some more accurate interpretations. :)

Supernumerary only allowed his true friends to call him "Nume" but one person, one enemy, was violating that room. He shrank inwardly at the thought as he walked down the corridors of headquarters: agent Suicide, so angry and strong, who called him Nume without ever asking permission and who made Supernumerary shiver at the sound of his voice. Yet somehow Supernumerary couldn't stop him doing it. Something about the way the term fell from his scarred lips shook Supernumerary to his core and it was terrifying him at the thought.

He was on his way to the cafeteria, to get more grass for Ilraen and caught up in his own thoughts, when he bumped hard into something unyielding. Letting out a cry, Supernumerary stumbled, falling hard towards the unforgiving generic surface. Something hot--unbearably hot but soft, like steel covered with burning velveteen leather--seized him around the waist, and his silky black locks only brushed the cold and hard surface of the floor.

He gasped, his dewey rain-misted orbs opening wide to meet the cruel chocolate-colored gaze staring back at him. Suicide held him tight and unyielding, his strong hands clenched firmly around Supernumerary's slender hips, the rough-hewn fingers digging into the pale skin there revealed by the rise of Supernumerary's thin shirt. Supernumerary shivered, his whole body shaking in terror, as Suicide loomed over him with a smile decorating his cruel lips.

"You should be careful where you go." Suicide said, his hands still not leaving Supernumerary's hips. One idle finger carressed the skin there, drawing another shiver and a gasp from Supernumerary and leaving a white-hot burning trail of heat that shot through him like one of Suicide's thick solid spears. "You could get yourself hurt falling over like that, Nume."

"Don't you dare call me that!" Nume gasped, trying to twist out of Suicide's grasp. The ruthless hands held him tight, and tears began to bead in the corner of his wide silvery eyes. "Let me go! I need to go to the cafeteria."

"You want something to eat?" One of the strong dark hands slid upwards, leaving a white-hot burning trail of heat in its wake, and the scarred thumb traced across Supernumerary's delicate chin. "I thought so. Such a pretty thing like you needs a firm hand, though."

Supernumerary gasped. "What are you doing! Let me go!" The tears squeezed free of his terrified eyes, sliding down one pale marble cheek and clinging like drops of dew to his rain-mist eyes. "P-please!"

The other hand cupped Supernumerary's slim rear, the strong fingers slipping under his belt, and Supernumerary's eyes widened despite himself. "W-what's happening to me?" he gasped. "What are you--ohhh!"

"That's it," Suicide whispered hoarsely. With one sweep, he dragged the terrified gasping Supernumerary off his feet. Supernumerary pounded weakly at his assailant's broad chest, but his blows were weak and he was helpless against his overwhelming attacker. "Come to me, you pretty young thing."

Author's note: I want to continue this, but I need to know that people in this section are accepting of canon first. Reviews, please!

[Tungsten_Monk's note: I'm going to hell for this, I'm sure of it.]

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