Kissing the night | By : blackdiamondprincess Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2737 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The Fallen Prince - Sephiroth
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He was following the black haired waiter with his eyes for a while now. It
hadn’t even been twenty minutes since he arrived at the reception and already
he was bored out of his mind. The first effect his appearance had had on the
guest was now gone and without something to amuse himself with except for the
occasional flashing of his tongue ring towards an elderly lady that kept
staring at him in a disapproving manner, Mist resigned himself to mentally
devouring the fuckable guy serving drinks by the ice
sculpture a few feet away.
“Let the poor guy do his job,” Fox said in a semi-exasperated tone as he
returned to their poseur table with snacks.
Mist smirked and turned. “Nothing wrong with just looking,” he said,
picking up his drink. “I want to bet he’s too green to be a good fuck anyway.”
“He’s starting to look like a tomato…”
“My point exactly; that’s not where all of his blood is supposed to be,”
Mist said, picking the twirl stick out of his glass to lick the olive
obscenely, knowing that the old lady was watching him again.
“I still can’t believe they allowed you in.” Fox rolled his eyes and
hid
his face behind a
hand. “I’m almost embarrassed to be here with you! Can’t you just be normal for
two minutes?” he said through gritted teeth.
Mist pulled the olive into his mouth and ate it, shrugging. “You’re the
one who wanted to tag along; I would’ve been fine coming here alone.”
Fox scowled. “Yeah right, of course you would’ve,” he said incredulously.
“She thinks you’re still dead; you’re my ‘plus one’”
“Sheesh,” Mist sighed, rolled his eyes and
turned back around. “Have you seen the blushing bride yet?”
“Yeah, she seems very happy,” Fox replied, eying him intently as he
spoke. “If you wanted to come here that badly, why haven’t you gone to see her
yet?”
Mist took a sip of his drink and shrugged again. “You know why.”
“She wouldn’t recognize you even if she tried.”
Mist closed his eyes and turned back around, a humorless smirk on his
face. “I just wanted to make sure he
didn’t get to her.”
Fox shook his head, “It’s ok to miss her you know.”
Mist placed his glass back on the table and walked away without a word.
Fox watched him descend the stairs towards the garden and disappearing
behind the high bushes.
No doubt looking for his next fix to suppress the
pain.
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“Thank you, that was delicious.”
Mist watched with a grin how the man zipped up his trousers and hastily
rounded a corner of the labyrinth. He chuckled and wiped some excess fluid from
his lips with the back of his hand, turning to lie on the stone bench to look
at the star filled sky.
“You did notice the wedding ring, right?”
Mist chuckled and closed his eyes. “I noticed.”
Fox sat down next to his head and smiled. “Are you okay?”
“I just gave an unknown, married man a blowjob at my mum’s wedding
party.”
“Ok, I know that—”
Mist sighed. “I’m fine, Fox.”
Fox looked down at him and brushed a few strands of Mist’s hair back
gently. “Sora—”
“Don’t call me by that name,” he whispered, eyes still closed. “Sora’s
dead.”
“Don’t talk like that—”
“Roxas, please!”
Roxas quieted as he heard his friend’s pleading tone. He wiped away the
tear rolling sideways from Sora’s face with his thumb. “I’m worried about you.”
Sora sniffled and sat up, wiping his tears away with both his hands.
“Don’t. I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” Roxas whispered, reaching out for him. He cupped his
face and pulled him closer. “You’re not and it hurts me to see you like this.”
“Because I’m a slut now?” Sora whispered, lifting tear filled eyes to look at him, a small
melancholic smile on his lips.
“Because you’re hurting,” Roxas whispered back. “And you can pretend all
you want,” he added when Sora rolled his eyes, “but it’s blatantly obvious that
you’re running away from it.”
Sora closed his eyes, but didn’t say anything.
Roxas shifted closer, taking his face in both his hands now. “I’m here
for you, Sora.”
Sora bit his lower lip and faced away from him, hiding the tear rolling
down his cheek. “Don’t call me by that name…”
“Just— look at me,” Roxas whispered, “please.”
Sora sniffled and quickly wiped the tear away. “I can’t go through that
again…”
“So running away is beter?” Roxas replied,
pulling his face his way again. He smiled sadly, “I can’t go through all of
that either…” he murmured throatily, “Please… Sora.”
Sora lifted his eyes and stared into his.
Roxas took his silence as permission and moved in slowly, keeping his
eyes on his.
Their lips connected in a careful kiss.
Sora blinked, but didn’t move. “You…?”
“I’m sorry…” Roxas whispered against his lips and then moved back
hastily, hand covering his mouth. “I wanted to— for so long. I’m sorry, I
shouldn’t have misused of your—”
“Shut up, fox,” Sora said coldly, standing up with a disgusted grunt and
rolling his eyes.
Roxas could kick himself. In his effort to bring back the Sora he knew,
he only succeeded in pulling ‘Mist’ more to the front of the scene.
What had he been thinking?
“I’m ready to ditch this party, you coming?” Mist said, beginning to
walk away.
Roxas hung his head and sighed, “Are we going to talk about this?”
“Talk about what?” Mist replied with a disdainful chuckle. “About how
much you love me? Or— oh wait, about how much you fantasize about me riding
your dick?”
Roxas closed his eyes and bit his tongue. This was typical Mist
behavior; the moment things hit too close to home for him, he retaliated
obnoxiously: hurting everyone around him; friend and foe alike.
“Are you sure you want to push me away, Sora?”
Mist stopped in his tracks and glared back at him silently.
“You’re spiraling out of control!” Roxas hollered, standing up. “You’re
going to keep spiraling out of control, keep screwing around, keep fucking over those who want to help until no one wants
to help anymore!”
“Who says I need help?” Mist replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
His eyes were tearing up again. “Or that I even want it?”
Roxas moved in front of him and looked him in the eyes. “You’re going to
hit rock bottom soon.”
One tear rolled down Sora’s face.
He sighed. “If you don’t stop this you’ll keep spiraling until you end
up dead.”
More tears fell down Sora’s cheeks as he kept staring at him without
saying a word, sniffling silently; realizing that what Roxas was saying was the
truth.
He’d wanted to die the moment he woke up from his coma over a year ago.
To be completely honest; Mist was but a shell to cover up the fact that
Sora was already feeling dead inside.
“Death can’t come quick enough,” he whispered
and then left, leaving a saddened and discouraged Roxas in the now silent
labyrinth.
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His fell onto the tatami mat
with a dull sound, all air expulsed from his lungs.
“Fuck.”
Riku blinked up at the ceiling with a grin. “Ok, now you caught me off
guard.”
“Told ya,” Zack laughed, helping his friend up
on his feet.
Riku elbowed him jokingly and picked up his bottle of water standing on
the outlines of the mats covering most of the training room floor. “’I’m out of
practice my ass…” he murmured before taking a drink from the bottle.
The black haired man shrugged and wiped off some sweat accumulated on
his forehead away with his wristband. “You’re the one who shouldn’t have
underestimated me; just because I have a desk job now, doesn’t mean I still
don’t know all the moves.”
“Yeah, I should’ve thought about that…” Riku admitted.
Zack grinned and walked over to the small bench against the wall ahead
of him. “Now that I’ve beat your ass,” he said, sitting down on the bench,
“mind telling me why you went through the trouble of asking Amber to see me? I
mean it has to be pretty good if she personally came to find me just for your
sorry ass.”
Riku sat himself next to him, but remained quiet.
“Spill it out man; I didn’t just come here to kick your butt at Tae Kwon
Do.”
“You know I really, really wouldn’t have asked
you to come here if I had any other choice,” Riku began cautiously, leaning
over. “The bureau has reopened the Strife case, Zack.”
Zack leaned back, staring at his friend intensely. “There’s new
evidence?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of hope.
Riku licked his lips and clasped his hands together as he stared ahead.
“I’ve been undercover for months now, working as his P.I.”
“Right,” Zack said. “What did you find out?”
“Cloud was protecting someone on the inside, Zack,” Riku answered.
“There was someone else with him while he was there.”
Zack frowned, “Who is it?”
“That I don’t know yet,” Riku whispered closing his eyes with a sigh.
“But the surveillance footage we found all indicate
that Cloud didn’t get inside of that car alone.”
“Yet there was no evidence of anyone else being there…”
Riku looked back at him and saw the briefest expression of pain flashing
across Zack’s face. He knew Zack meant to say; “There was only one body…” Cloud’s.
“We think he was trying to get someone out and got killed for it.” Riku
continued. “The possibility of it being an accident was ruled out early on, and
although we never found a motive to link Nobuhiro to it, it is reasonable to
think that he had something to do with it.”
Zack’s face lightened up. “And now that we know that our mysterious
guest escaped from his hold with Cloud…”
“We have a motive and a suspect,” Riku finished with a small smile as he
saw Zack lean forward with his face in his hands.
“It’s been three years, Riku…”
“I know,” Riku soothingly said. “I know, Zack.”
Zack squeezed his eyes shut and sighed. “I couldn’t handle it…”
“You shouldn’t have had to,” Riku replied. “Everyone understands why you
left…”
Zack nodded and looked at him. “So what do you need me for?”
Riku smiled and sat back. “How good are your negotiating skills?”
Zack only raised an eyebrow at that, watching
Riku with an intrigued expression. “Why?”
“The Fabians are looking for a new business
partner to drive Nobuhiro out of town with and, consequently, out of business,”
Riku revealed with a knowing smirk. “Want to help us take him down?”
Zack looked at his friend, grinning. “As a last mission. For Cloud,” he said raising his right
hand.
Riku took his hand in his and nodded.
“For Cloud.”
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The dark blue silk tie landed on the chair where he’d thrown it on to.
He looked himself over in the tall mirror of his dressing room and
growled in anger. The buttons of his shirt flew in all direction when he
forcefully pulled it off his body, disgusted by the way it felt as if it too
was trying to constrict him by regulations and incessant lawful persecutors.
The tall mirror shattered underneath the force of his fist, scattering
glittering pieces of glass all over the beige carpeted floor.
“What? What’s going on?”
He looked behind his shoulder and sighed.
The young blonde approached cautiously, avoiding the shards littering
the floor. “Baby, what happened?”
“Don’t come any closer, Tidus,” He said in a growling tone, balling his
fist on either side of his body.
Tidus cocked his head to the side and leant against the doorpost. “Talk
to me, Seph,” he whispered. “Maybe I can help?”
“What do you know?” he harshly whispered, a soft chuckle in his voice.
“What the fuck do you think you know?!”
Tidus cringed and closed his eyes. “Fine,” he sighed, turning around
again. He knew how violent his lover could be and that it was always better to
steer right out of the way of his wrath.
He rolled his eyes and walked over to the bathroom to take a late night
shower. He opened the faucet and let his fingers go through the running water,
looking at himself in the mirror. He saw Sephiroth appear in the doorway a few
moments later, looking at him with a questioning frown.
Tidus closed the water and turned, leaning against the sink with his
arms wrapped against his chest. “Did you forget to yell at me some more?”
Sephiroth took his ruined shirt off and threw it in a corner. “Come
here,” he said gently, reaching out for him with opened arms.
Tidus pushed himself away from the sink and moved closer reluctantly.
“This is getting old, you know.”
Sephiroth grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer. “I know,” he
whispered sternly, looking him into his eyes.
Tidus knew better than to expect an apology and therefore settled with
what he got. He rested his cheek against Sephiroth’s naked chest and closed his
eyes.
Even though he knew Sephiroth would never voice
it, Tidus could hear the trepidation in his heartbeat loud and clear.
“Just let it go,” Tidus whispered, wrapping his
arms around his waist and holding on. “Whatever it is, let it go. I don’t want
to lose you.”
Sephiroth huffed and smiled to himself,
pressing his lips against his hair. “Well that makes at least one person in
this world.”
“Oh come on,” Tidus whispered, looking up at
him with a smile. “Don’t say that.”
“It’s true: sometimes I don’t know what it is
that is keeping you here, it can’t be me,” he whispered, taking one of his
hands in his and kissing its back.
“I’ll admit, I’m hesitating between the sex and
the money,” Tidus replied with a playful smirk.
Sephiroth chuckled. “And the wooing, don’t
forget the wooing.”
“Oh, that’s what all those gifts were?” Tidus
joked, “I thought they were bribes to keep me here.”
They laughed and then Sephiroth ran a hand
through Tidus’ soft blonde locks. “I’m not a good man, you know that don’t
you?” he said in a soft tone.
Tidus sighed and tilted his head back, enjoying
the fingers playing against his face. “I know. I’m not pretending that you
are.”
Sephiroth pulled him to his chest again and
kissed the crown of his hair. “Good.”
His reflection in the mirror ahead gave him a
devilish smile and he held on to his lover a little tighter.
Even though Tidus only looked like him, he
would have to do.
For now.
Just until he found the
one who got away.
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I know it’s been ages.
Don’t know if anyone is still interested in this, but oh well, hope you enjoyed
this chapter. Catch y’all on the next one!
To Be Continued…
-BDP-
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