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“Angel of Twilight: Clockwork Breakdown”	By : HappyDragon Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8242 -:- 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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Key:
“Talking aloud.”
‘Thinking to one’s self.’
::Denotes sound effects:: ::and actions.:: Only used during speech.
Major P.O.V./Scene Change: * * * *
~+~+~+~+ Flashback Start/End
A/N: My notes/comments/ramblings
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A/N: [[Removed to comply with new AFF guidelines. Please see the MM.org version for full A/Ns: http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_st.php/156268]]

Rating: Probably pg-13/16, but moves to NC-17 . . . like next chapter.

|Spoilers|: There are some light spoilers for all three games.

|Warning|: The usual. Oh and Riku & Ansem might be a little more OOC than usual this chapter and next . . . Also, because of plot mutation/evolution, there will be pain, angst, swearing, AND fluff in this chapter. Fun, no?

Betaed by: ‘Dark Light’ and ‘DragonLady’

Criticism: Constructive only. Non-Axel flamers need not respond.

Reviews:

Higuchimon: Thank you for your kind words. ::Bows:: ^_^ Good to see we like the same pairings! Ah, this fic should be a little on the slow/long side . . . maybe. It might just be a medium sized fic. I don’t know, I’m a detail whore. XD You really liked that? Cool. I just based it off of what kept happening to me when I’d lose to Ansem. So Riku got to feel my pain. ::Evil fan-girl laugh::

Kage: WhOOtt! Responceness! Ah, you’re welcome! And . . . I just keep rereading iiitttt . . . it’s so sexy and addictive and if there had been that kind of end movie . . . I would have felt soooooooooo much worse for losing . . . but slightly more validated . . . guess because it’d be like getting a cookie reward either way . . .

AkuRokulove: Much thanks! ::Beams:: Yesh, the evilness of p0rNs3rz not done by fangirls and lacking in beautiful boys and girls is scary. XD I like to think I broke Riku’s mind for a split second there . . . and that Ansem was like ‘I’ve been in better 3-ways than this crap.’ ‘Cause we all know that--because they are both Square-Enix property--Ansem is Sephiroth’s little (younger), illegitimate, Latino, stepbrother! And if there’s one thing better than Sephiroth, it’s a Latino Sephiroth! XD So I can see Ansem easily sexing-it-up as he goes from world to world . . . or even well before he was a heartless . . . Goddamned evil sexy bastard! CURSE MY WEAKNESS FOR SILVER HAIRED BISHIES!!!

Xendrassk: Thanks! Yes, sadly, and in all the ones I’ve read Riku just gives in--ugh, so OOC. Granted, that’s only with the ones that are post KH I. I’ve seen a few that were like ‘the night before’, when Riku has no idea wtf is going on. Of course, in that case, it’s con because Ansem is ‘convincing’ him to side with that darkness. ::Salutes:: Don’t worry, I’m fervently working on this, AND it’s sequel! O.o?!?!?! MANSEX [Xemnas] & SAÏX? . . . . ::Brain dies::

Alexiel: Honestly woman! ::Tosses Cyber cookies, & gift boxes with reviewer's choice Bishounen/pretty-boy plushies inside to said reviewers.:: Do I Always Have To Remind You About Giving Gifts?

Happy: . . . . maybe.
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“Angel of Twilight; Clockwork Breakdown” Part 1/?
‘Dark Tidings’

Dinner had been a quiet affair. Riku was grateful for the silence, as that more than likely meant the Heartless Lord had finally passed out for the night. That and he didn’t have to suffer his comments about their misadventure while he ate. So all in all, he had looked forward to getting back to the hotel room, where he would be able drift off to sleep without any hindrances.

And so, clad only in a deep blue sleep T-shirt and his black boxers, Riku settled in for his nightly duel. With any luck, he’d pick up another win against the man, weakening him further, bringing him one step closer to finally expelling him from his heart.

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The area where he always fought Ansem could be summed up in one word: void. And yet, void implied a lack of something, of anything. This place was nothingness, wrought of ebony darkness; shade on shade. But they could see as if it was the brightest morning, stand like there was turf beneath their feet.

Well, Riku stood in his dark armor. Ansem floated. He always floated. It made the teen wonder if he had a severe hatred for dirt . . . or ‘commoners’. He had been a king after all [1]. But then, it was more like firmament than true ground. Ground didn’t change and shift at a thought, as they had made these shadows do on occasion. An instant wall here, a pit of quicksand there, random globs of goo to obscure each other’s eyesight. The usual in life and death brawls.

A coy smile played on the dark one’s mocha lips. “Do you wish to start tonight, or shall I?” His orange eyes held sinister mirth. And if the lithe youth had any idea what the punch line was, he wouldn’t be having this shadowy duel.

Riku hefted his Soul Eater. “Age before beauty.” These battles were becoming a macabre joke of his old spars with Sora. There was no fun, no joy in these exchanges.

Ansem “Hmmm’ed”, summoning his demon guard. With a roll of his shoulders, the Heartless screeched forth, aiming for the child’s throat.

Riku, expecting as much, lashed out with his sword, then ducked to the left. A quick running hop, and he was halfway to the scholar.

Ansem barely acknowledge the advance.

The demon Heartless was by Riku’s side before he could react. Consequently, he was hurled several meters to his right. The child rolled into the ‘landing’ and came up on his feet . . . which were sinking into the black . . . they-couldn’t-believe-it-wasn’t-ground.

Looking around, he noted that neither of the Heartless were advancing. Good, let them prepare, give him time to pull himself free. He twirled his blade, pointing it downward, and taking the hilt in both hands, plunged it into the muck. A few pulses of his light through the sword, and the mire had been vaporized, allowing the teen to leap free.

He landed in a crouch, expecting the worst.

Ansem just . . . yawned?

‘What the . . .’ Riku blinked, scanning for the guard. He found that it was behind the Heartless Lord, floating as if waiting for a command. He blinked again, and then again, and then rubbed his eyes with his free hand just to be sure that he hadn’t fallen for an illusion. But there the other stood, blasé, as if he had not a care in the world.

“Did I miss something? . . . Or is the stress finally getting to you?” He had yet to leave his fighting stance.

“I find this all rather . . . meaningless.” Ansem scanned his eyes back and forth over the bleak horizon, not that there was any difference between it and the foreground. He was taking a big risk, practically advertising that this was some kind of trap. But then, all he needed to do was keep the teen from realizing what exactly the trap was.

The pale one did a mental double take. First the dark one was talking almost civilly with him, and now he didn’t want to fight?!? . . . Maybe the starvation simile was accurate.

“O . . . kay then.” He refused to drop from his stance. “So why are we even doing this? You drag my consciousness here, not the other way around.” Did this mean that he could go back to actually dreaming?

Ansem spared him a sleepy glance. Little did he know that the man was busily calculating his options. The child was still far too wary of his surroundings, but at the very least he was confused. Now to just use that to his advantage . . .

He stretched his arms out above his head, making it look as if he was adjusting his back. “I find your company more tolerable as of late.” Ansem brought his hands down. “If, however, you wish to leave this confrontation, be my guest.” ‘Dismissing’ his guard, he continued, “I have little idea how it is that we meet here each night, so you are on your own for finding your way back to your nightly fantasies.”

“Little idea?!” Riku immediately stood, lowering his sword. “Like heck you don’t know!” He pointed an accusing finger at the elder. “You’ve been dragging me here every night since Castle Oblivion! I know I sure as everything don’t want to deal with your stink every night, so I have little reason to want to face you each time I close my eyes!”

A soft chuckle escaped him at the child’s attempt at swearing. It only increased in volume as he saw him become hot under the collar. This happened whenever the boy was presented with an untruth, or rather, a half-truth. They were so alike, and yet the young one refused to see it, see that neither of them could abide only having a part of the picture, a fraction of the greater story. They both had to be there, needed to stand at the center of everything that involved them. Even now the true Keyblade master was taking hesitant steps to him, demanding that he clarify his meaning.

“What do you want me to say Riku?” He gave up on floating, making it appear as if he truly was completely disinterested. Or running out of energy.

“That if we aren't going to fight, than I can go.” He didn’t need this. He was long overdue a pleasant vision of his home world anyway. Riku glanced around again, checking for the Heartless guard.

“To do what? And go where? There is nothing here--”

“There Are My Dreams, You---” He bit his tongue before he’d say something he’d regret later. Taking in a deep breath, he counted backwards from ten before exhaling. Resting the sword on his shoulder, Riku turned on his heel and started walking away from the madman. “Feel free to entertain yourself.” Maybe if he got far enough away from the other, he’d be able to wander into his dreams. It was worth a shot, and it wasn’t like anything else was going to happen tonight, right?

At least, that’s what he thought until he heard the footsteps behind him. He stopped, and so did the footfalls. Glancing over his shoulder, he could easily see the Heartless man standing nonchalantly a few yards away. Narrowing his eyes, he swiftly came to the conclusion that the elder was up to something, and it was most likely something he’d want no part of. Too bad the other probably had him pegged as the plan’s focal point, whatever it was.

“Did you want something?” Riku turned smoothly on the spot.

A light shrug. “There is the usual . . . ” The child’s attention was--at least mostly--on him. He could easily summon his demon shadow now and begin his plan quickly . . . but the boy wasn’t stupid. No, better to bide his time, make sure that the child wouldn’t see it coming. Probably infuriate him again . . . well, he smiled, there was one thing . . . as much of a giveaway as it was.

Riku shook his head with a sigh. “Not this again. I’m not feeding for you! I couldn’t take a heart, even if I wanted to--which I so totally and utterly don’t.” Lifting his weapon, he pointed back the way they’d come from. “So I suggest that you just turn around, and go slink off into my subconsciousness. I’m not in the mood for your . . . moodiness.” It was the politest thing he could think of.

Ansem tilted his head to the side, a curious twist to his lips. “So, you don’t wish to continue our conversation from earlier?”

“Earlier? Huh?” The teen lowered his sword a fraction, trying to recall what the other spoke of. Little did he know of the danger he was in.

“Yes, earlier. I am a man of knowledge; research is my life’s blood. And after what you confessed to me before, I feel grieved that I have interrupted such an important part of your education.” He gave a serpentine smile, his eyes lidding like a cobra’s.

The pale male was confused for a few seconds before realization struck him. Blushing horribly, he shouted, “I-I Don’t Need Your Concern On That Point, Thank You! It’s Really Not Any Of Your Business, And I Thought I’d Made It Clear Before That We Were Never, Ever, Having This Discussion--Under Penalty Of Death Even!” Okay, the penalty of death was new, but the feeling wasn’t. This lunatic was not the person he wanted to talk to about something as embarrassing and messy as sexual interaction with other humans--of either gender!

“When will you find yourself with such an opportunity again?” He took a step forward.

Riku raised his blade. “Ah-ah, back!”

“But Riku . . .” Another step.

The Soul Eater hummed as energy began to be charged through it.

“Alright,” a step back, “alright, I see.” And what he saw pleased him. The boy was obviously convinced that he didn’t have to worry about anything but him. This was too prefect, he was focused solely on him. He’d be able to ambush the teen in a few moments, after he drew him in more. “It is a shame though, I have knowledge worlds over.”

“I’ll just have to miss out then.” He wanted to keep his sexual maturity in his own hands.

“Not as adventurous as we thought?”

“No, just not stupid enough to listen to your lies.”

His guard knew to bulrush him as soon as it uncloaked. “And who said I’m the one lying? I’ve learned some very interesting and provocative things during my life and travels. Some of them even before I knew the true power of darkness. I could teach you, wouldn’t that be--”

“A nightmare? A total and utter travesty to everything I swore to my friends and myself after I realized what was happening to me? What was being done to them through me?! You Violated Me Once! You Think I’m About To Let That Happen Again?!” Where had . . . okay, he knew where the anger had come from, but some of the words . . . why had he said it that way?

Ansem saw the puzzled look on the other’s face. Not fully understanding how he’d confused himself, he summoned forth his shadow and had it charge the boy from below. Riku was caught up in its grasp before he even noticed the tingle at the back of his head alerting him to its presence.

The teen struggled but found his sword knocked out of his hand by a well-placed dark orb from the tyrant. And the demon had lifted his feet off the ground so that he couldn’t kick off of anything. It was bracing him from behind, an arm wrapped under and then over each of his arms at the pits. He found it slightly painful, but more annoying that he didn’t see exactly what was coming. In the midst of his struggling, the dark skinned one had tread over to him.

“Mmm,” he ran appraising eyes over the young one, “perhaps now you’ll listen.”

“Fat chance.” He kicked out but hit nothing. “Why do this? We know you still can’t control me. It’s just going to be the castle all over again.”

Ansem shook his head, chuckling softly. “Dear boy, what of tonight strikes you as normal?” He laughed louder as the other set his features in a scowl. “You knew I was attempting to entrap you, just not how,” he gave a sinister smile, “or why.”

The teen started struggling again. “Same thing you do every night; try to take over my brain.” [2]

“Well ultimately yes, but this time . . .” Instead of finishing his sentence he had his demon bring the boy up to eye level. From there, the once king erected a fluidic wall behind the others, silently ordering his Heartless to merge with it, trapping the little warrior’s arms in the wall. Riku renewed his twisting at this, finding that everything from his shoulders down was encased in shadow. Another signal from the dark one and the guard reached out from the wall to pull in the child’s ankles and feet--at a somewhat wide stance. Now the silvery teen was rendered more or less defenseless, open for Ansem’s pleasure.

And what pleasures he had in mind for the true blade-master.

Stepping forward, he placed his gloved hands onto the small one’s pectorals. This caused Riku to freeze for a moment in confusion.

“You’re a smart boy, you understand how everything here has a deeper symbolic meaning?” Ansem paused, awaiting a reaction. Nothing. Inwardly sighing, he started to stroke down the front of the armor, energy trailing from his fingertips. “The armor you wear, the clothes I wear, our forms even, are all part of our Astral--our Psychic projections. They are mental avatars. They feel like our own physical bodies. The clothes are just mental echoes, at worst, or the first few lines of mental defenses at best. This armor,” he rubbed a slow circle at the right hip, “has ties to you and me. It protects you because you know it to protect you, and you choose it over your normal attire because in the waking world, it protects you better.”

“What are you getting at?” There was marginally unconcealed fear in that voice, and he hated himself for it. The tyrant, however, was amused.

“It is a poor choice right now, as it is my way in.” A shocked look. “Did you never wonder why the armor was ridged so? Muscle, flesh. This armor is organic, a second skin,” he gave the teen a meaningful gaze, “one to which I shall restore it’s capacity to feel.” And with that, the Heartless Lord sent out a strong pulse of dark magick from both his hands.

Quite suddenly, Riku could feel those hands as if they were on his bare skin. He didn’t like it, not one bit, and he really didn’t like how this was going. He wriggled again, wishing that he could focus his inner light without a weapon.

Ansem laughed once more and began to trace lazy patterns above where he knew lax nipples to be. The teen squirmed each time it felt like a finger had traced over one of them. The dark man started to stroke down the sides, sending little shivers through the other’s body.

The teen renewed his struggles, trying in vain to break free of the inky blackness.

The Heartless Lord knelt, running his hands over the child’s thighs, petting on the sensitive ‘inseam’. The boy gave a muffled scream, and started to pull at his arms in desperation.

Every warning light known to man was going off in Riku’s head. He was howling at himself to wake up--never mind the fact that it never worked like that before tonight. Maybe he was making noise in his sleep, enough so that Mickey would try waking him up and save him.

The tyrant continued to smirk. Sliding his hands back to the outside, he roamed them over the pert buttock, cupping a cheek in each hand and squeezing lightly.

“NO!” His voice was edgy and quick, and God he didn’t want to be here right now.

Rumbled amusement, “But I can guarantee that what I show you will never be taught in your classroom.”

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!!” Panic had turned off his internal language filter. It wasn’t like the kids of Destiny Islands had never heard the adults arguing before, so they each had a pretty decent reservoir ready for either coming of ‘age to swear’ or emergencies.

“Such words!” Ansem mock glared. “But I know how to discipline for that.” Another firm squeeze to the globes, as he moved his head forward.

There was bile at the back of his throat again.

Ansem tenderly kissed the other’s left thigh--from his view, the one on the right--on the front.

‘Oh god, oh god it’s like I’m naked. His touching me, and the armor isn’t stopping anything!’

He was slow, gentle, almost as if he was worshiping his totem god--a personal deity that gave him strength. Ansem broke away and gave a lick to the spot, causing the body above him to jerk, and someone’s breathing to hitch. Well, he wetted his lips, he had given him a dry kiss, so it stood to reason he’d be shocked.

Riku was so very frozen and so very scared. This man wasn’t going to listen to reason. This man wasn’t going to be civil or caring or anything remotely humane. If he didn’t pull something out of his hat, he’d be doomed.

The dark one leaned back in, lips damp, and kissed a little higher. The teen paled, but did nothing but stare, probably too out of it to think . . . or he was working against the panic in an attempt to plot his escape. Guess he’d just have to be more distracting, no?

He opened his mouth and set his tongue to work. The armor didn’t taste like the child, sadly, and the texture was odd, but it gave him ideas on where to go next. Pressing the muscle flat to the surface, Ansem slowly ascended--still on the front--towards the teen’s hip at an agonizingly slow pace. He felt like enjoying himself, and one never rushed good torment.

Riku was fighting a losing battle of his mind locking down from abject horror. On the plus side, at least he wasn’t turned on by anything the sick-o was doing to him. Probably wouldn’t take the last big step if he couldn’t have the final illusion of his captive really enjoying himself.

Ansem was at the hipbone, by the crease where thigh met with body. Slowly, sensually, he traced his tongue on the outer edge, brought it in, stopped just shy of the true inseam, and ran it back out again. All the while, he continued to knead and massage the child’s firm rump.

‘Maybe if I concentrate all my strength into one good kick--’ “GAH!” The bastard had nipped him! On his hip!

He pressed a smirk to the site he’d lightly abused. Then he did it again, to the repeat of the other’s startle-meant. Oh, this was going to be a fun night! It sounded like his victim was sensitive this time. And the sensitive ones always held the most value to him. They clearly understood, or at least easily learned, the difference between lust and loving, need and devotion. Oh he was cruel, he was heartless--in both senses of the word--but he would make this night something the child would remember for the rest of his days. Because if there was one thing he prided himself on, it was being an artisan in bed.

Riku shuddered and went back to planning his escape. If nothing else, Ansem would have to let him up to do anything to his back. And he was pretty sure the older male wanted to paw at every inch of him.

The dark male sluggishly lapped up the side of the youth, rising off his knees as he did so. His hands trailed upward, caressing the armor all the way. His fingers stopped on the teen’s ribs, just below the shoulder blades. With extreme care, the scholar dragged his tongue over to the outer edge of a pectoral. He lazily circled the pinch of ‘skin’, where a soft bud of flesh rested.

Riku looked away in shame, not wanting to see what the other was about to do to him.

He pulled back slightly--shifting his hands to grip at the sides of the upper ribcage--and blew a cooled breath over the sensitized armor. At first, nothing, but he blew again, a little more insistently. Slowly, achingly so, the faintest of impressions rose out of the armor. It wasn’t even really a bump, but it made Ansem grin all the same. The armor responded to the movements and changes of the flesh beneath it. He’d successfully rendered the tautness and resistance of it to that of normal fabric. In celebration, he latched onto and began to suckle at the hardening peak, thumbs petting over ribs.

The teen made a disgusted sound and began to wriggle again.

The cruel one nipped again, and was rewarded with a gasp. So sensitive, too sensitive. No, too inexperience. Another smirk on his lips--he was just all smiles today, wasn’t he?--and he pulled back again to examine his work. The child was flush, but not from passion. His eyes were screwed shut, and he was gritting his teeth, facing off to the side away from where he was moments prior.

An exasperated sigh left him. “If you don’t enjoy yourself, this will take infinitely longer.”

The child’s brows knitted together, his determination rising.

The elder clucked his tongue and leaned in again--glad that he’d thought ahead to elevate the boy to his height. “Open your heart to me again,” the words ghosted over a pale ear, “the darkness is already there. I have tempered it, let me strengthen it.” His right hand moved to rest above the warrior’s heart. “Show me once more your memories.” He brushed his dried mocha lips over the edge of a jaw. “Tell me, what brings you the most pleasure? Direct my hands. My actions.” He brought their bodies flush together, to the frightened squawking of the youth. “How do you want me to love you?”

And Riku, in blind fear, said the only thing in his mind:

“NOT AT FUCKING ALL!”

Ansem hissed, the mouth had been right by his ear after all. Before the silver child could move again, he gave him a hard kiss on his lips as punishment. The boy was--dare he say it?--sweet. There was a strong tropical taste, with a darker undercurrent to it, like bittersweet chocolate. Dark chocolate. . . That’s how the boy’s mind thought of the power of darkness, in terms of chocolate?! High Ones, did he think of light as vanilla then? It was laughable, but when he thought on it, this one was still just a child. And given that the child’s sensory perceptions, thoughts, and memories accounted for half of the information being exchanged between them, it made the man wonder what other surprises were in store for him. It took two to tango, and the boy’s beliefs held as much sway here as his own.

He was cornered, and he didn’t like it. Not. One. Bit. But the other one was larger than him--maybe not stronger anymore, but he had more weight. And his arms were still trapped in the black shade-wall. Not fun. He couldn’t even punch the man. And the Soul Eater couldn’t just appear in his hand as he was now. His feet were trapped too, like his head was, pressed back to the black. At least his lips were--no! He wasn’t going to jinx it! He had to get out of this, he had to do . . . something! Wait, the Heartless Lord wanted him to enjoy this right? Okay, show him that this just wasn’t his cup of tea and he should stop, right?

Except, a small part of his mind reasoned, he would have stopped way before now. Hell, he wouldn’t have even started if he really cared. Riku was straight, or at least not interested in Ansem. Not even slightly, the whole ‘I’m gonna brain-fuck you into submission’ didn’t work for . . . Oh . . . oh god . . . oh god, oh god, oh god oh god oh god ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodoh--He Was Going To Rape Him! He was going to find a way into his armor and have his way with him even if he clearly showed that he didn’t want it!

Ansem grew bored with the teen’s lack of movement, he wasn’t even resisting. Too lost in his plans of fleeing to care? Mentally rolling his eyes, he stroked his flexible tongue over primrose lips.

They didn’t budge.

He stroked again, in earnest.

Still no dice.

Playing hard to get? Fine, he’d done this dance before. His right hand fondled the muscles above the little one’s heart as his left trailed up to grip the smaller jaw. His thumb to one hinge and his index and middle finger to the other, and he began to force the teen’s mouth open. With serpentine grace, he slid his wetted probe in. The other choked around him. Smiling again, Ansem set to exploring the tangy cavern, tracing over little teeth and brushing by the tiny tongue--he prodded it a few times, but it didn’t want to play. He did not, however, remove his fingers, as he knew damn well that the child would bite down in an instant. . . .

Although . . . well, these were mental avatars. And as long as he was prepared for it, the pain might be worth it, if for nothing else than to see the look on his face.

Ansem hummed, gathering darkness just before where the muscle would probably be severed. He thanked the deities that he couldn’t bleed to death, then removed his hand, curling the fingers onto the child’s cheek.

A moment slipped by, then two, then Ansem wondered if the boy didn’t really mind, and then winced as Riku bit down with all the force in his body. Damn, it did only take one bite. Ansem pulled back, but slid his fingers in place to keep the boy from spitting out his prize. He was smiling, and it scared the boy out of his fuming. Leaning back, the scholar opened his mouth to show his captive the handiwork he’d wrought.

There were inky black shadow tendrils wiggling from the wound. And they were reforming the missing body part. In a few minutes, the muscle was back, just as wide, just as pink, as if it had never left. The man used it to give a light lick to the tip of his nose. It was just as wet, too. “Now,” he articulated the word with relish, “what do we think we have in our mouth? Hmm?”

Riku’s eyes were watering. Ansem’s corrupted darkness didn’t just smell bad, its taste was an atrocity! After the madman was done healing, the lump in his mouth morphed into what had to be the same wiggling shades. He tried to open his lips to spit the inkiness out, but more fingers came up to prevent even a dribble from escaping.

“Swallow.” It wasn’t a request. But the boy didn’t heed him. He was resolutely refusing to take any part of him in. So sad you couldn’t always get what you wanted from life. “I will have some part of me inside you before we continue.” And at this, he tilted the boy’s head back, exposing his throat. Removing his right hand to the spot, he began to massage the armored column of flesh. He was stroking lightly, over the Adam’s apple--well where it would have been if the boy was a little older. What he had was more of an Adam’s plum, no, maybe more like a cherry tomato. Ah, a tangerine or clementeen--that’s what the boy had, an Adam’s clementeen. Still, he was toying with it, causing the boy to swallow on reflex. Do this enough times, and he knew the body would instinctively push the darkness to the back of the mouth.

The teen tried to spit the stuff out again, in desperation, but it was still a no go. And, was it him, or was the darkness between his teeth growing? No, gods, please let it just be his own mind playing tricks on him! He kept pushing it to the front, but it kept sliding to the back--he gave a start when the bastard kissed him over the bulge in his neck. Bad, bad move. The black slipped down, to the back of his tongue, and on conditioning he swallowed.

For a moment, his vision blurred, and his body went limp. He gave a groan of pain and disgust as the goo hit his stomach. His heart gave an aching throb that was echoed by his head. Tears sliped from his eyes before he collected himself to struggle again.

Ansem chuckled and licked the shell of Riku ear, causing the teen to shiver. Oh, that shiver was not the kind he’d received all night. He let go of the boy’s head, content with having made him ingest part of his darkness--a part that he wished could have helped him from the inside, but alas no; unless he could make the silver teen believe that it could affect him, then anything was possible. This was a battle of wills, after all. He licked again but found that the magic was gone.

Alright, he’d found one pleasure point but not the main one.

Time to investigate.

He went back to kissing the other’s--now pouty--lips. They still didn’t want to open even if the child looked like he wanted to relieve himself of dinner. So, sighing to himself, he forced the boy’s jaw open again, replacing his tongue. However, once he was in, he removed his hand--to his cheek--knowing full well that the boy didn’t want to go through swallowing more of his darkness.

A shame, really. That had been quite satisfying.

The dark man’s right hand went back to caress over his heart again before moving to slip along a smaller spine. It was like pinpricks of feeling, fairies stepping along his back. In his mouth, the foul one was tracing the roof, wiggling now and then against the inside of his teeth. A traitorous part of his mind wondered if it was some cryptic form of innuendo about size. The muscle slid over to the hollows of his cheeks, massaging lightly, before grinding into the floor of his mouth.

Ugh, why couldn’t he vomit on command like Wakka? Life would be so much better right now if he could.

He was poking him. The bastard’s tongue was poking at his. Riku pulled his back more. The other followed. He shifted it to the right. The other curled over his. He ‘eeped’ and tried pulling back and left. Ansem curled under and around, and then pull-sucked him into his mouth, laying him flat to the roof. Oh no, his eyes were watering again, this was by far even worse than the lump of shadows! Ansem’s darkness tasted like stale tea, rancid chocolate, and tainted honey all at once. It was bitter and sweet and sour and smoky, and Gods he wanted his tongue back!

So he started pulling back. Ansem held tight and repositioned himself so that their bodies were flush again. He had slipped one of his larger thighs between his. As if he would ever dry hump him! Homicidal bastard. When this was all over with he would murder him. Ah! He was putting pressure on his ‘sensitive part’! Like anything the man did would excite his body. It just wasn’t going to happen! Sucking on his tongue, massaging his back, even the slip with his ear was nothing! The only one who had even the slightest inkling of what could possibly even be considered a weak point was Sora--and Kairi by association. And they weren’t here!

Now if it had been Kairi doing these things to him--no. Stop the thoughts before his body reacted because that would have been highly agreeable to him. And he was not about to give this asshole a sign of encouragement.

Ansem moved from the inviting mouth, clearly disappointed that the teen had yet to succumb to his blackened charms. He was, however, far from done for the night. He traced his tongue along the jaw line--yes, Riku tasted much better than the armor--pausing to suckle on the point where it greeted the neck, where the bone was most prominent. He lightly nipped at the side of his throat. A slight jump, but of surprise, nothing more. The once king wanted more access, but the child wasn’t giving it to him. Mentally sighing--yet again--he resigned himself to having to force the child into responding.

And he had so wanted to avoid breaking him too badly.

His right hand firmly over the boy’s heart, Ansem softly ground his hip into the child--just on the off chance that his turn on was as base as direct stimulation--as his left hand smoothly ran up from a shoulder into the child’s hair to gently rub the scalp as he held his head back to bare more of his neck, which he pressed more heated kisses to.

The teen let out a fluttery breath, so silent it was almost inaudible, and the heartbeat under his hand quickened. Then the warrior was deathly still, as if realizing his mistake.

Ansem made a quick mental list of exactly what he was doing in that instance. Holding his hand over the heart . . . did nothing. Grinding their hips together . . . was futile. He’d continued kissing his throat and neck to no avail. That only left . . . no. Surly not. Not something that simple? Although . . . it wasn’t exactly a sexual stimulant, so it was possible, just possible, that he was reacting to a past pleasurable sensation-situation.

He pulled his mocha lips off the child, pressing his cheek flat to the other’s. He kept their chests close so that after he removed his hand, he would still be able to feel the other’s heartbeat clearly. Right hand trailing upward, he ran it silkily over a shoulder, to caress the base of the hairline, before running it up further. Now, using both his hands, he massaged the teen’s scalp and even played with his silvery hair a little.

Riku moaned slightly. And part of him shifted in curiosity, expectation even.

High Ones help him . . . the child liked it when his hair was played with! Of all the turn-ons in creation, he never would have suspected this.

“Kairi . . .” So, his mind had snapped and taken him into a safety zone, had it? He’d suspected the true wielder had a thing for the little princess girl. He almost wondered what thoughts were playing behind those sea-green eyes.

Placing one hand over the tiny heart, he continued his distractions with the other, pulling back to observe the boy. His eyes were closed, features relaxed in a state of ecstasy. A smile came to the Heartless Lord’s lips. He was being pleasured by someone he fully loathed, but his body wanted to react in a positive way. His morals said no, his body said yes, so his mind was compromising by supplying the image of someone more desirable. So Ansem, in his wisdom, decided to use the illusion to his advantage and pressed down with his hand that was back over the young one’s heart.

“Show me,” he breathed. “Show me what you see. What she does to you.”

Riku, however, was too lost in his memories of happy times to hear the darker male. If he had, he probably would have closed his heart tighter than a vault, rather than opening it wide so that he could wander through his own memories. [3]

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In his deep and all encompassing understanding opinion of the world:

School sucked.

Big time.

It wasn’t because it was boring; he could deal with that. It wasn’t because everyone stared at him; he was used to it; even his parents didn’t have silver hair. It was most defiantly because school was filled with babies. Lots of them. And he had to have a class with the babies because he was born in October, and that meant he hadn’t turned five soon enough after the last term began, so he’d had to wait an extra year to start. [4]

So, while Riku would be turning six just a few months from now, everyone else had to wait almost another year for that to happen. Oh goody, he was a year older than everyone, and if anyone asked him if he was held back for being dumb, he was going to either ignore them or hide their crayons on them at play time--because he sure wasn’t going to have a nap! He’d take the juice, eat the cookies, and even shape things with the clay, but no naps! He wasn’t a baby anymore anyway.

Yay, one of the babies was staring at him. Not at his hair, at him.

It was a brown spiky-haired baby with big blue baby eyes. And a he. With a little gloved baby hand in his baby mouth, and his other baby arm wrapped around a little pink teddy-bunny. The big baby. He even had on big yellow-white baby shoes and red baby shorts that stopped at his baby knees. He also had a pale blue-gray baby shirt that had short baby sleeves, with a darker blue for the baby neck cuff and arm cuffs. And white baby socks. A total baby. And he was still staring at him.

Riku looked down at himself, thinking that maybe there was something on him. He had on his black big-boy shoes--which were fine--and white big-boy socks--ok too--and tan big-boy shorts--no problems there--a white big-boy shirt--because Mommy knew he didn’t spill things like a baby anymore--and his big-boy gloves--cause he didn’t want any baby germs!

Looking up, the baby had walked over to him, hand still in his baby mouth. He blinked his big baby eyes, but didn’t say anything. He just tilted his baby head to the side.

Mommy and Daddy had told him hitting, fighting, or anything else that bad boys did was not ok for school, so he guessed he couldn’t yell at the baby to leave him alone.

The baby held out his bunny to him, without so much as a word.

Riku blinked, in confusion.

“Yu look sad.”

“Uh . . .” So the baby could talk. “Thanx.” But since when could babies think of others? “But I dun’t play wit’ bunnies.”

“Dat’s otay. Misster Fluffles is a rabbet. An’ he always makes me feel bedder.” He was still holding out the baby toy.

Riku sighed.

The baby still held out the toy.

Riku took the bunny in hand and noticed that the baby had a baby collar. It was just a simple little baby chain, but there was probably a baby tag on it because it made a lump under his baby shirt.

Riku poked it with his free hand. “W’as dat?”

“My Dad.” And the baby pulled out the rest of the chain to show a big, flat, shiny, silver crown on the end of it.

“Yer Dad?” Riku tilted his head to the side. This was one confusing baby.

“He gave Momma dis fer me w’en I got ta be a big-boy. Momma said I waz a big-boy last Chrissmiss w’en he went ta Nanna’s.”

Why would a dad visiting a nanna make someone a big-boy? “Where’s yer Nanna live?”

“In da sky. Wit’ my goldfish Trever. Momma got me Misster Fluffles w’en Trever went ta go see Nanna. But Trever went down da potty, so I dun’t know how he got inta da sky wit’ Nanna. Oh, Mamma doesn’t know I saw her do that ta Trever, so don’t say anythin’, k?”

In the sky . . . Riku’s grandpa lived there too. But Riku really was a big-boy; he’d watched grandpa move into the earth first.

“Hey, w’at’s yer name?”

“’M Sora. W’at’s yer’s?”

“’M Riku.” He put out his hand for the little kid to shake. Yeah, if his daddy lived in the sky, than he couldn’t be a total baby. Sora took his hand and gave it a shake, then flashed him the biggest, brightest smile he’d ever seen anyone ever give.

“Riku?” They had sat down at the table because Riku didn’t want to stand around with the bunny.

“Yeah?”

“Is yer hair real?”

“Yeah. Iz yer’s?”

“Yeah!”

“Well yer’s looks like a wig. ‘Cause it sticks out everywhere!”

“Na-uh! It juss hates brush-ies. But sliver izn’t even a real culler!”

“Is to! An’ is silver, not sliver.”

“But I seen it on boddles a hair culler . . .”

“Well my hair’s real silver!”

And then the little kid gave him a thoughtful look. And another smile. “Kin I feel it?”

Riku blinked. Then shrugged. “Sure, but not with yer drooly hand.” Sora pouted. He smirked. “An’ o’ly if I can feel yer’s.”

“O-tay.” And he scooted over and reached up to play with Riku’s hair. As he did, Riku started to do the same with his. Sora’s spikes were very soft, like he didn’t use gel or anything. So it really wasn’t a wig either. And it was sort of thick too, and kind of warm.

Sora was giggling.

“Is all siiillllggy ‘n’ slippery!” [5]

“’N’ yer’z is fluffy.”

And they had stayed with each other the whole day.

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The Secret Place had to have been the only perfect place on the Play Island. It was dark, cool, and away from prying eyes. And he could sleep after going a couple sparing rounds with Sora.

Said brunet was currently playing with his hair again, which was easily facilitated by his head being comfortably in his lap. He was on his back, perpendicular to the other boy, which made him the best candidate for a pillow. Kairi was busily drawing something on the walls. A teen, and she still liked to draw on the walls. But then, they all liked to do that.

The girl chuckled suddenly, causing the silvery teen to open his eyes.

“You let him play with it, but I can’t style it?”

Sora giggled, and Riku just caught the wink he gave. “That’s ‘cause it’s his one major weakness.”

“And the only one you can exploit.” He added with his trademark smirk.

“Hey.” Sora uncoiled his fingers so as not to rip out any of his friend’s locks.

There was laughter rebounding off the walls from all three.

“So, can I play with it?”

Riku paused. He’d only let Sora and his own family--not by choice all the time with the latter--do that. It wasn’t that he was overly sensitive about it, just . . .

It’d become a worry habit with Sora for when they weren’t with everyone else. Kairi knew he did it because of all the sleepovers they’d had together. She woke up in the middle of the night when Sora had been all sniffles. Sora used to have that tendency when he slept anywhere but his place, and Kairi’s place most defiantly wasn’t his. Playing with Riku’s hair had been the only thing he could do to reassure himself that his friend was real without waking the others up--even if Tidus and Selphie were light sleepers.

Yet, he didn’t do it as a worry habit anymore, just as habit. It was purely for comfort.

But Kairi was . . . Kairi. He could trust Kairi that close to him, without pulling too hard. Right?

“Okay. Just . . . Be careful, my scalp is hypersensitive or something.” The doctors had explained it all to his parents, who had mentioned something in passing to him. Once. It all had to do with why they were both platinum blond, but he came out white-blond-‘what the fuck?’-silver.

He heard shuffling by his head. Kairi had thankfully taken the time to clean off her hands--hygiene was second nature to girls. After a moment, he felt her fingers threading through his silken locks, justly brushing against Sora’s. And, for one of the few times in his life, he felt so truly and utterly content with the world. It was like everything could drop out from under him right now, and as long as his friends stayed with him, it would all be worth it.

“Starshine . . .”

“Waz that? Sora?” He hadn’t realized that his eyes had closed. Or that he’d started to drift off.

“Your hair.” He was smiling like always. “It’s starshine. Not just the color, what it’s made of.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Kairi nodded. “I never really thought of it before, but silver is too flat and dark a color for his hair. And it’s not gold, so it’s not even a platinum tint. It’s . . . like liquid, like mercury.”

Riku just smiled up at them. He really couldn’t think of what else to say.

But, eventually, he had to make them stop, not that he could tell them why later. At the time, even he didn’t understand the butterflies knotting in his lower belly.

“H-hey guys? Why don’t we go to the Paopu Tree?” His face felt slightly hot.

“You mean your paopu tree.” Sora smirked.

“Why do you always hang out there?” Kairi tilted her head to the side, but at least the two of them had removed their hands from his head.

Riku gave his most thoughtful, mysterious smile that he could muster. “Why do I do that?” He kipped up from his back. Tossing a glance back over his shoulder, that odd smirk was still on his lips. “If you can catch me, I might tell you.”

Kairi laughed. “What are you? Fourteen or two?”

But he was already running out of the cave and down to the water.

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Why did he like this tree?

Gazing out into the night after running himself ragged with his best friends, Riku already knew the answer. It wasn’t the view of the sea, but it was nice to be able to see that there was something outside, something bigger than the islands that made up home. And it wasn’t the quiet, he could get more of it at the Secret Place. And despite what Sora said, it wasn’t to show off how good he was at climbing.

Looking up into the branches, he smiled at his answer. And since everyone else had already gone home for the night, he knew that his deepest secret was still safe.

Just above his head, they hung: un-ripened Paopu. These little fruits, they had the power to bind souls together throughout eternity. It had to have been the best ability ever thought up by man.

And Riku had a plan, well a dream more than a plan. One day, he would gather up the biggest, ripest, sweetest Paopu and divide them up and eat them all with everyone he cared about. But, he would save the most powerful ones for his best friends, Sora and Kairi. In fact, if he found one big enough, he’d divide it up three ways, that way he could be sure that they would all remain together forever.

But he had to stay in the tree if he wanted first crack at the biggest fruits. Heck, by early spring, the other Paopu trees looked pretty bad from the island kids. But no one touched his tree, they knew he would give them a wooden sword to the head otherwise.

His tree. His fruit. His plan.

Yeah, once he shared the perfect Paopu with his friends, the loneliness would never be able to touch him again. No more black nights of waking up wondering how he connected to the ones around him. No more second-guessing his worth and sparing because he was afraid he’d become useless if he lost his edge. No more worrying about what his father thought of him or his mother’s insistent nagging about his grades--which were always good--or her worrying about him getting hurt all the time. No more freaking out when he couldn’t reach Sora or see Kairi because of the creeping fear that the last time he saw them really was for the last time--he hadn’t told them how he really felt about them or how much he cared about them.

No. Once he shared the fruit with them, he’d be freed. He’d just be full and bursting over with confidence and contentment, and he’d never know any kind of bleak emotion ever again.

He’d be untouchable. His friendships, his relations, would go on forever.

Forever . . .

. . . Forever.

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“It goes on forever!”

“It does not, Sora.” Riku sighed.

“But it’s so da~rk!” Kairi scrunched up her nose.

“It’s a hall.” He pushed a hand through his silver hair. “It just looks longer than it is.”

“Well, if you’re so smart and strong and brave, you go first!” Sora was pouting again. His arms were folded tight, and Kairi was ducked behind him.

Riku sighed with a defeated look on his face. They were both going to stonewall him on this?

“Fine.” And he turned on his heel, walking to the dark cave that everyone on the islands knew as the Secret Place. It was so secret because of the vines that hid the opening to the outer hall of the cave. The vines also prevented a lot of light from coming in, so while you were okay in the front--by the opening--it got steadily darker in the back.

Some of the older kids said that it could get so dark, you couldn’t tell the difference if your eyes were open or closed. Naturally he was walking in without a torch.

Why was he the brave one again?

Because he was also the strong one. Because his dad wanted him to be the best of the boys on the island. Because his mom wanted him to be safe and smart and stay cute for the rest of his life.

Why did he shoulder the world?

Because no one else would.

He stepped into the shadows, and for the sake of his friends, he didn’t blink.

He found that the darkness was . . . overrated. After his eyes adjusted, he saw that there were no monsters lurking in the corners, nothing intent on stealing him away from his home. And no one else was in here with him.

Actually, the dark was . . . kind of calming. Riku hummed. Yeah, it was nice and cool in here. And, the walls of the place looked weird, like they would be fun to explore. He could feel the smile he was wearing almost crack his face open. Stepping in, he realized that this could be a great place to hang out. Granted, he’d probably have to figure out a way to get more light in here--for Sora’s sake. The brunet couldn’t live without light.

Still . . . it would be a shame to have to change this place too, too much. But for his friends, it would be worth it, just like walking into the darkness had been.

Yeah . . . if his friends thrived on light, then he’d take on the darkness. If he confronted the darkness for them, they’d never have to worry about it, he’d fight it off for them.

Or better yet, he wouldn’t fight it, he’d control it, become one with it. If he had the power of darkness then night would obey him, and his friends would never have to worry about it hurting them again. Because the darkness would listen to him, and he would never let it ever do anything bad ever.

Yes, he’d become the darkness that soothed and sheltered the light.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something wooden. So there was a door here? But why would you put a door here? Riku walked over to it, but there wasn’t a handle or lock or anything. Weird. He’d have to show his friends . . . once they got more light in here.

Sad that they’d have to give up some of the dark to make room for the light. But that’s how things worked in life, give and take. Turning back to the opening of the deep cave he was in, Riku felt pleased by the fact that the darkness didn’t scare him anymore. It wasn’t frightening at all once you understood what it really was--a big bunch of nothing all wrapped up in overblown stories.

He smiled. At nine years old, he had done what none around him had accomplished. He’d done more than just conquer a childhood fear, he’d opened his heart to the darkness.

And it would never have control over him or his friends again. [6]
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[1] For those of you who have NOT PLAYED KH II, ignore this note. If you have played it . . . . . they make a big deal out of it when Mickey finds out who Sora thinks Ansem is. I play it as Riku said nothing, and Mickey never saw the man he was fighting. Thus, as far as Riku knows, Ansem is who he says he is, not the Heartless of Xehanort. Also, I call the ‘Real’ Ansem either Diz or ‘Ansem the Wise’. Otherwise it’d get confusing as hell.

[2] I no own ‘Pinky & the Brain!’, Warner Brothers does . . . I think.

[3] Yes. I am that cruel. I will make you wade through flashbacks before getting to the lemon. But hey, at least there’s a lemon. XD

[4] I’m in the American school system, and this is exactly what happened to my one ex/friend--err ex that is still a good friend. We were a grade apart, but both born in ‘84’ . . . I think. Meh, I know that this happens, that if your b-day falls sometime after the first two weeks in October until whenever the term ends you have to wait an extra year. Stupid school system. Hey, anyone know what months the KH cast were really born in?

[5] Do not question how they can feel anything through the gloves. Anime laws of physics people. Ani~meiiii~!!

[6] Don’t mind me. Just using artistic license to bend canon into small balloon animals. Pay no attention to Riku & Sora being like 5/4 in that one memory in KH I, with the door and everything. Is allll an illlluuusion . . . . ::Runs::

A/N: [[Removed to comply with new AFF guidelines. Please see the MM.org version for full A/Ns: http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_st.php/156268]]
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