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On the Moonlit Beach	By : anniechan Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 4227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Notes: *sigh* I have been fighting with such a bout of writer’s block. It really, really sucks. I tried to write chapter nine of “Separate Destinies”, but it came out so rushed and choppy and just plain bad that I had to scrap it. Better that I let my readers wait for chapter nine then give them something best thrown into the trash. I’ve had the idea for this fic for a while, and I hope writing it will help me get out of this spell. *crosses fingers*

This fic is SoraxRiku. Yes, I put Sora first on purpose. Because he’s older, calmer, and slightly taller, most depictions of this pairing have had Riku as the seme, while Sora is made the uke. If it involves one lusting after the other, it’s usually Riku going after Sora. I wanted to turn that concept on its head, if only for the sake of doing something different. Be warned, though, that this fic has Sora on the crazy-obsessive side. Don’t ask why. It’s just how the fic played out in my head, so if you don’t like it or it freaks you out, that’s just too bad. Nyah. I’m also making Sora and Riku around seventeen and eighteen years old, since I don’t like this kind of subject matter involving fourteen- and fifteen-year-olds. How they got back to the Destiny Islands and what has happened since is up to you. I’m not going to get into that, so don’t ask about that, either.

WARNING: THIS FIC CONCERNS RAPE. IF YOU DON’T LIKE THAT, THEN GO AWAY. I’d rather people didn’t “accidentally” stumble upon this fic and then become offended and flame me. I’ve given you ample warning, so don’t come crying to me if your delicate sense of decency is injured. If you’re that easily upset, I wonder why you’re even reading fanfiction in the first place…

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and all characters therein belong to Square-Enix and any other copyright holders, not me.

On the Moonlit Beach

By Annie-chan

You are unaware that I watch you from afar. You do not know the lengths I will go to just to see you. You are blissfully ignorant of the thoughts and feelings coursing through me and inflaming me with their intensity whenever I catch as little as a glimpse of your truly awesome beauty.

Oh, Riku, how lovely you are. You make even the radiant Kairi seem plain in comparison, and whatever god or gods that are out there must shed tears of jealousy whenever they look at you. Perfect. That is what you are. No, that’s not right. Even that word seems too common and not meaningful enough when describing you. Your bright eyes remind me of exquisitely cut emeralds set around obsidian pupils and imbedded into whites of ivory. Your hair is so fine and so soft, and I have yet to find a fabric or a thread, no matter how rich or painstakingly made, that equals your luxurious mane of silver. Your face and body…ohhh…I tingle just thinking about them. Your face, so elegantly shaped, and your body, so toned and sensuous…you couldn’t possibly move more gracefully if you tried.

You are beautiful within, as well. I am not so shallow that I fall in love with someone just because they’re pretty. Yes, I love you. Ever since you faced me in the Grand Hall of Hollow Bastion, your fierce determination and strength radiating from you despite Ansem’s hold, I had fallen madly, deeply in love with you. It has been so hard keeping it a secret these past few years.

Where was I? Oh, yes. Your inner beauty matches your outer beauty. You treat everyone so kindly and fairly. Sure, you can be bitingly sarcastic when you want to, but you choose not to unless they really deserve it. I love you all the more for it. Denying your urges to say something less than friendly is much more impressive than if you were just naturally “good”.

I am watching you practice your swordsmanship right now. You are on that little circular islet across from the mini waterfalls, and I am hidden in the stairway leading up to the bridge from the shack, the door open only enough to let me see out. Tidus often trains there with you, yet he is nowhere in sight. You are the only one I can see on the island right now, and I am glad for it. I can watch you without any distractions.

Your shirt and shoes are lying on the ground near the paopu tree. The wooden sword you hold, longer and made of stronger wood than those we used to play with, is held in your right hand, your left hand defending against unseen foes. Your eyes are closed in your concentration, all your attention focused on the fluid, graceful sword-dance you are immersed in. The tropical sun is beating down on you, and I can see the sweat coating your skin shine in its relentless light. Your hair, already stick-straight, seems to be hanging limper than normal, sticking to your forehead and temples and cheeks. The calm, windless day is silent, and I can hear your labored breathing over the gentle lapping of the sea upon the sand. Your energy is beginning to deplete, but you show little outward sign of it.

My own breath catches, and my cheeks flame red as imaginary sensations flood my brain. You, sweat-slicked and beginning to tire, your hair damp and sticking to your skin, your breathing deep and heavy, accompanied by the moans and whimpers of a man in the throes of copulation. You do not dance but writhe, writhe in lustful desire and the sweet, sweet agony of being penetrated and claimed. You cry and plead against my lips, my kiss, and your sinuous body is squirming and bucking against mine, seeking more pleasure than I am currently allowing you to feel, my elbows hooked under your knees to limit your control and reinforce mine. You nearly scream in frustration, yet I take the opportunity to open my own mouth and slide my tongue between your trembling lips. You shudder at the welcome invasion, and you nibble and suckle at my tongue, encouraging me. You taste sharp and sweet, and I can’t help but press in harder, my teeth biting into the tender skin of your lips as I drive myself into your yielding flesh, our hips grinding together hard. Oh, how you feel so gooooooooood…

I snap back to reality just in time. If my unexpected sex-fantasy had proceeded to climax, I no doubt would have orgasmed in the real world as well, coming even without real stimulus.

All the same, I am painfully erect, and I need relief NOW. I manage to stumble down the curving stairs into the small shack, and I drop to my knees in a corner. Unfastening and pushing my long shorts halfway down my thighs, I grasp myself tightly and stroke hard, making my teeth clench and my eyes squeeze shut as I keep from crying out. After a minute or two, I come with a spasm, my seed spilling from me onto the sand. It soaks in quickly, and I hope the sex smell will dissipate before anyone else comes in here.

I fix my clothes and sit back on my feet. The pleasure I have just received has already faded to less than half it was initially. It was a joyless orgasm, brought about by my own hand and my overactive mind. What I really want, what I really need, is for you to be here, to be the one and only cause of my arousal and climax. I want to come buried deep within you, your legs clamped tightly around my waist as I coat your insides, your answering cry as you peak as well ringing sweetly in my ears.

I grip my hair tightly and almost scream. I must stop thinking these thoughts, or I will go mad! In an attempt to calm my sex-hazed mind, I crawl over to the opposite corner of the shack and lie down on the soft sand. I am tired from my recent activity with myself, and I soon drop off into sleep, my dreams strange and confusing…

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I awake with a jolt, sitting up quickly. It is almost pitch dark in the shack, and I wonder if my eyes are open. Then, I realize that the call of some night bird had woken me, and it is so dark because moonlight, not sunlight, is filtering through the planks and knotholes. It is nighttime. How long have I slept?

I get up, and realize I’m a little stiff. It is taken care of with a few good stretches, and I feel about for the door. I find it and push it open. Stepping out, I see the faintest pink lining the horizon to the west. The sun has recently set, so it’s not too late. The full moon, however, has already risen high, and she is casting a silvery-white light upon the world. It’s a beautiful night.

I look toward the water and feel my heart speed up. You are here as well, sitting several feet from the small waves, your face tilted up to the sky. You’ve always loved the stars, and since we found out that they are other worlds, you have often spent long stretches of time just lying on the sand and staring up into the twinkling lights. Funny that I should bear the name “Sky” and you should be named “Land” when you hold the greater interest in what lies beyond our secluded world.

Before I realize what’s happening, I am going toward you, my footsteps silent in the fine sand. You look up to me as I draw near, though, a smile spreading across your lovely lips. The moonlight is glittering in your fathomless eyes, and I am dumbstruck with awe. It is unfair to all the rest of us that one being should be so achingly sexy!

You say my name in greeting and stand, facing me. Though you were always an inch or two taller than me as we grew up, my final growth spurt, a few months after yours, had brought me to almost the exact same height as you. I think I am less than half an inch taller than you, actually.

You say that you had seen me when you had come into the shack to get to the beach, but you hadn’t the heart to disturb me. With an amused grin, you say that I have such a baby-face when I sleep. Giving a mock scowl, I reach out and quickly shove you in retaliation. With another mischievous grin, you grab onto me as you stumble backwards, and we both fall to the sand. You latch onto me in a basic wrestling hold, and I immediately know what you want. My own grin stretching my lips, I bunch my muscles and fight back. True, it takes a lot of restraint not to turn this friendly wrestling match into something much more…intimate…but I am grateful for the opportunity to be close to you. Too often lately, my desires have been making me avoid you, afraid of your reaction more than anything else.

SPLASH

Both of us yelp in surprise. We had rolled farther toward the water than either of us had thought, and we had just now tumbled into it. Luckily, the heat of the day has not yet begun to wear off, and the water is warm. Laughing, you slip out of my grasp and stand, water rolling off of you as you move. I can’t help but stare. Your silver hair and green eyes are shining brightly with the moonlight and the water, making them seem to have light coming from within them. Your smooth skin is beaded with seawater, and little rivulets are winding their way down your graceful neck and onto your shoulders and chest. The thin fabric of your shirt and pants is soaked, clinging closely to your lithe shape. I can see every curve, every dip and swell of your perfectly formed figure.

You brush your hair back, asking why I look like I had just seen a ghost, another smile on your lips. Oh, how gorgeous you are in this light…

I can’t control myself any longer!

Without even thinking, I close the short distance between us and kiss you. It is not just any kiss. I pour all my love and frustration into it, attacking your innocent lips brutally. One of my hands is tangled in your hair, preventing you from moving your head back, and the other is firmly grasping and squeezing your ass, pressing our hips together hard. Riku, baby, you taste better than I had imagined!

You, I am not surprised, cry out and try to push away. Stop it. I won’t let you go until I have had my fill. You’re mine! Do you hear me?! You’re MINE!

Your struggling makes us fall back down, though I barely notice the splash as we hit the shallow water. No, Riku, stop fighting me. You can’t get away, not when I have you directly under me. After the near disaster with the Keyblade and several years of more strenuous than normal training, I am as strong as you now, maybe even more so. You will not escape me so easily.

Damn it, stop struggling! Still kissing you hard, I thrust my tongue in deep, wondering if that will subdue you. You cry out, in what emotion I cannot tell, but I do with you as I please. You try to bite me, but I—through luck, I admit—pull back just as your teeth snap together, allowing my sensitive tongue to escape injury.

You open your kiss-bruised mouth to say something, yet I clamp my hand over your mouth and silence you. No, don’t speak. Just relax. Give yourself over to me, let me pleasure us both, my love!

No! Stop fighting me! Lie still! I draw my hand back to strike you, but stop. You are strong, and you are desperate for escape. You are glowing with your fearsome fighting spirit, and another rush of desire snakes through my body. Fine, then! Struggle! Writhe! Let me take you as you are burning in all your glory! It will feel all the better to us both, I’m sure.

You scream in rage and…is that fear? I am stripping your clothes off, my fingers running over every wet inch of your pale, flawless skin as it is revealed, my own body trembling. Finally, finally my dream of making you mine is coming true, and your frantic thrashing is making our bodies rub together from chest to groin, increasing my need to bury myself within you.

Finally, you are naked. You still struggle, and I long to feel your skin against mine. I quickly slip out of my own clothes and fall fully forward upon you, my arms wrapping tightly around your torso. Oh, the feel of our nude bodies pressed up together is heavenly! My straining erection is trapped between our flat bellies, the chafing overwhelming me and causing me to nearly faint. Now! I need you now!

You choke as I position myself at your entrance, throwing your head back. Why, Riku? I love you! I will never hurt you! Why are you still trying to deny this?! STOP IT!

I think I cry those two words aloud as I stab into you, but I am not sure. My hips surge forward, burying myself in your hot body, the seawater our only lubricant. You are unimaginably tight and unprepared, but I sheath myself completely. I immediately feel you tear and bleed, but no matter. It will become easier each time we do this. You will soon feel no pain at all as I take you, and the blood will stop coming. I will not have you suffer any longer than you must.

My breath comes quickly, harshly, loudly as I move within you. The tight passage surrounding me, the firm and supple body squirming beneath me, and the shrill cries bursting from your slender throat madden me, and I lose all awareness save for you. I ravish you with little more sense than some wild animal rutting in the deep woods, the need to fill you with my seed and make you mine and mine alone my only goal and desire. Your nails are gouging into my back, flaying my skin and drawing blood, but I barely notice. Perhaps you bite me hard enough to bleed. I’m not quite sure.

Your cock has become half-erect from the sensations, and I wrap my fingers around it and bring you to full arousal. The shriek you give sounds oddly dismayed, yet I pay it no heed. I will not be the only one to peak tonight. You must share in my pleasure, my lovely Riku. I drag my thumbnail over the ultra-sensitive tip, making you arch up and scream incoherently. Oh, yes, Riku! Come! Cum with me, baby!

You howl like a wounded animal as you orgasm, your essence surging out of you and over my fingers, your inner muscles clamping down impossibly hard around me. With one last hard thrust, I climax as well, feeling myself empty completely as I fill you, as if I am pouring my very soul into you. My own scream mingles with yours as I collapse limply upon you, spent.

Oh, no, Riku! Don’t cry! Why are you crying?! It felt good, didn’t it?! I kiss you again and again, your lips and cheeks and eyelids, drinking your salty tears. The seawater around us now seems cool against our inflamed bodies. The tide has come in a little, and we are almost submerged. Your head and shoulders only are above the waterline, and I, lying atop you, am not much higher.

Stop, Riku! Stop crying! Stop it, stop it, stop it!

You are suddenly struggling again, though weakly. We are totally underwater now. I had hit you hard, trying to bring you to your senses, but it hadn’t worked. I had then grabbed you by the neck and lunged backward, making us tumble into deeper water. You are thrashing as frantically as you can to get free, aware that you are drowning.

Through the water, I hear a thin wail, a cry of despair and hopelessness from you. Stunned by the depth and sincerity of it, I come back to my senses and let you go. You are instantly gone, and I break the surface, standing in the waist-deep water.

You are half-crawling, half-dragging yourself onto the beach. You are bruised, bleeding, pain-racked, and going into emotional shock. Is this my doing…?! It can’t be! Riku!

You give a choked sob when I touch you, taking hold of your shoulder to halt your slow progress up the beach. You immediately drop to the sand, curling up like a threatened insect, weeping pathetically. You call me mad, you call me evil and cruel, you call me a savage. You are clearly crazed by something, and I don’t know what. I tell you that I love you like you are my own soul, but that only makes you screech hoarsely and tear at your hair. I do the only thing that I can, and that is wrap my arms around you and hold you tightly. I gently kiss you over and over, stroking your hair, being as gentle as I can be. You resist feebly, but I refuse to let you go.

I will not leave you, Riku. I will love you, I will care for you, I will give you anything you need. Calm yourself. We will never be parted again. Sleep, my love…yes, that’s it…shhhhh…

Owari

Author’s Notes: See? Crazy Sora. Poor Riku! I’m always meanest to my favorites…which means that, once I finish Final Fantasy X (I’ve become ever so slightly addicted), I’ll have to write something nice and angsty for Seymour. ^_^;; Anyway, don’t ask me to continue this fic. I don’t plan on it, and requests probably won’t change my mind. I just wanted to write a freaky, disturbing one-shot that shows that Sora can be made just as evil and insane as Riku is sometimes portrayed. I know that, in the game, he was shown to have an almost purely good heart, but even the sanest and soundest of people can become gripped with an all-consuming lust and passion like this. It’s quite rare, but it’s possible. Besides, this is a “what if?” fic, anyway. It probably contradicts what happens in Kingdom Hearts II (can’t wait for it to come out! XD). In fact, I’m positive that it does. At any rate, consider this one of my weirder, least explainable fics, if it makes you feel better. I’d really like to know what you all think, though. Let me know in a review or an email to mangareader@hotmail.com, onegai shimasu!
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