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“Angel of Twilight: Clockwork Breakdown”	By : HappyDragon Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8243 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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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: * * * *
A/N: My notes/comments/ramblings
{Beta’s musings & Comments}
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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: NC-17! Oh holy God, is this NC-17.

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

|Warning|: The usual. Beware OOC-ness. And, somehow, toys made it into this chapter.

Betaed by: ‘DragonLady’ ‘CrimsonEnigma’

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

Reviews:
Higuchimon: Good to hear from you again! And as always, thank you. ::Bows:: Mmm, that’s one of the things I was worrying about as I thought it up. And he’s really going to need Mickey after chapter 4 . . . Gods I’m soo evil. ::Cries::

Anon: Oo?? Almondroca? ::Is confused:: Sushi? What? Where? {Explanation, maybe, please?} Errr, but thank you anyway! ^.^;; And the chapters will get loooooonger. I might plateau out at the 30.pg mark, but you never know with horny!muses.

Kage: Thanks much, and I never know when I’m going to update any of my fiction. I mean, I’m not writing by the seat of my pants, but . . . I just go until my mood dies or the muses say, “STOP”!

Special Thanks Go Out To: ‘AkuRokulove’, ‘Anon’, and the newly de-cloaked--err, I mean, de-lurked ‘Height Deprived’ {::mumbles the following:: No, nothing about Romulains and Klingon bird’s of prey--which I don’t own--nothing about StarTrek--which isn’t mine--at all. ::shifty eyes::} and ‘Showndra Ridge” {woo, you made it in just as I was about to update. Bonus points for you!} for convincing me to get up off my ass and write more . . .
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“Angel of Twilight; Clockwork Breakdown” Part 4/?
‘Here’s to the Night’

“I don’t know what made me think we could catch them. Heck, I’ve seen their associates teleport away,” Riku sighed as he entered the hotel room, Mickey just slightly before him. They were dressed in their normal attire.

“But have you ever seen any of them teleport with an incapacitated companion?” The King offered gently. They had vacated the faire soon after finding the ‘Nobodies’ gone. Something about the events just put them off the idea of sitting around watching the contest, or even milling about the place in general.

The silvery teen shook his head. “No. So, yeah, maybe a part of me thought the older one, Axel or whatever, wouldn’t take the chance with his friend out cold.” He shook his head again with a sigh, continuing his walk into the room.

Out of the corner of his eye, however, he espied his bed. It wasn’t early in the evening anymore; the pair had gone wandering after leaving the faire for a place to eat dinner. They had settled with an inexpensive diner, and Riku had taken a vegetarian dish while the King explored the realm of seafood. After that they’d whiled away a few more hours with general exploration and ended up learning the location of a quiet little accessory and item shop. Yay! Now Riku could at least carry some Hi-potions on him for future battles.

Yet he still found himself giving the piece of furniture a suspicious look. Waning night or not he did not look forward to resting. Good thing he’d thought ahead, no?

‘You have to sleep eventually.’ The icy words crept from the depths of his heart. His body tightened in apprehension, not wanting to deal with the madman again. Riku himself had decided that he was going to resolutely ignore the bastard for now.

Then he felt the faint impression of something thin and wet running up the back of his neck.

Slapping a hand to the spot, his wide eyes began scanning the room for the offending whatever. He didn’t want to believe that it was the work of the tyrant. At Mickey’s questioning gaze, the teen queried him with, “You didn’t just see--”

Suddenly there was the ghostly feel of fingers barely touching him as they trailed over his sides. Riku’s eyes widened, his body shuddering. Then there was the distinct--however weak--pressure of a larger form grinding into his backside. One of his hands went to his eyes to obscure his forming tears as the other lashed out and grabbed the wall to semi-support him in his slow collapse to his knees on the floor.

The sovereign had called out in alarm, but he went unheard.

“Oh gods,” the teen’s voice was low, yet not a whisper, “I’ll come to bed, just please stop this, please leave me alone. Just--”

Light not his own flooded his senses. Ansem yowled, ceasing his ministrations and pulling deeper . . . into his heart. Wait, yes, he was pulling himself deeper, but it felt . . . different, more subtle than usual. Like curling into . . . a ball? No, not quite a ball; but there was a distinct ‘curling in’ rather than ‘digging deeper’ feel.

Parting his fingers, the child looked to see the King standing before him, light gathered around the hand over his heart.

“Riku, are you okie? What was he--”

The child's arms instinctively shot out and latched onto his elder friend, coiling tight. Pulling him close, he began to unabashedly sob into Mickey’s shirt.

“I hate him Mickey!” A chocked sob, “Gods, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so much . . .”

The ruler said nothing, instead opting to just hold his young friend until he’d cried his fill.

The first words out of the teen’s mouth when he regained his composure were, “I have to face him. I have to get my body back under my control.”

The King had expected as much and agreed with him for the most part. But that didn’t do anything for the gnawing anxiety over his friend’s well-being. So it was with minor reluctance that after the silvery child had readied himself for sleep, King Mickey used the weakest of his sleeping spells to send him off to battle the Heartless Lord.

But he’d be damned if he was going to get any rest himself tonight.

* * * * * *

Everything . . . felt . . . off. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet, but he could tell that nothing was right with this picture. Firstly, he was reclining rather than standing. Also, he felt like he was cocooned in/under something . . . soft. And he was slightly warmer than usual, and there--HOLY FUCK, HE WAS STILL NAKED!

Now Riku’s eyes were open, and he almost had a heart-attack.

He was still in the bed Ansem had conjured up, with the blankets and whatnot tucked in under his chin. His body clenched, the feeling beginning to return to his ‘mental avatar’ as he scanned for his tormenter. A few seconds spun away and with the return of more feeling he realized the horrible fact that Ansem was still snugly fitted inside his abused tunnel. With a disbelieving whimper he glanced over his shoulder, confirming the nightmare. He was indeed laying belly up on the front of the dark man, his ass connected to said man’s groin.

Though the gods were kind insofar as the scholar was apparently back to sleep. Riku quickly reasoned that Mickey’s light had driven him to unconsciousness. Whatever the truth was, the teen was going to use this opportunity to escape.

After loosening the bedspread enough to move his hands, he rolled it off most of his body. From there he leaned forward, getting his legs under him but to either side of Ansem’s thighs. He really didn’t want to wake him any sooner than he had to, so he opted to just lean forward and let the elder drop from his body, then continue over the footboard until he was a safe enough distance away. After that it would just be a matter of re-summoning his armor.

But in leaning forward Riku encountered his first major obstacle: Ansem’s shaft slid gracefully from his body but the head of the phallus was stuck.

The teen grumbled under his breath, leaning back slightly to shift his body a tad and then leaned forward again. This made no sense though, Ansem had no difficulties penetrating him, so why would he have trouble slipping from him? Try as he might the bulbous head still remained sheathed. Damn it! He leaned back again, glancing to check that the bastard was still asleep. What could he do?

A thought trickled forth from the back of his mind: spread his legs and try again. Having no better idea the silver child planted his hands on either side of clothed legs. From there he began to shift his center of gravity over his arms, letting his legs slide into a sideways split. Now with his lower body spread almost wantonly he leaned forward again. He could feel how widening his stance actually opened him up more, allowed for more room by pulling the walls of his back channel apart, away from each other.

But even with his body opened, the dark thing still stuck fast in him. Yet, he could feel it shift just the slightest bit out of him. Now balanced like a gymnast, thighs shaking from the attempt to open his legs even wider, Riku continued to lean even further away from the madman to let another millimeter pull free.

Smooth as sin, a gloved hand glided over his hip and around his waist. It was all the teen could do to scream out ‘No!’ before a swift jerk brought him crashing back onto the thickened length. Ansem was once again seated to the root in him. Even though his prostate wasn’t hit, he still found himself arching, hands clawing at the pillows behind them as he howled, legs going wide from reflex.

Ansem had been quite awake since before the small one ‘arrived’. He’d just pretended to sleep so that he might see what the child would make of the opportunity. The scholar had been peacefully reclining in a semi-sitting position, back supported by the hill of fluffy-soft pillows. He’d slit-ed his eyes open to find that the teen wasn’t looking back at him at first. Sensing that it was safe, he’d fully opened them to watch the adorable antics of his host, dutifully feigning sleep when it seemed like the child was about to look at him. However when he saw Riku with his legs spread, bottom high and beckoning for him to pound pleasure into it, he couldn’t resist any longer.

“Do you have any idea how intensely erotic you were being?” Just the sight of the boy’s body, his legs tapering upwards to his rump in the perfect pyramid of flesh, would have been enough to arouse him . . . had he not already been aroused.

“Let me go!” He knew it was futile to plead. There was no reason for the beast to heed him, so Riku didn’t normally waste his energy on words. But they’d just fallen so easily from his lips. Still, he was struggling, writhing to escape the madness.

“Now, now . . . why would I want to do that?” There was a smug quality to Ansem’s voice. His right elbow was propped up on the pillows, and he rested his cheek against the matching fist. Though the child couldn’t see it, he was looking at him with possessive ‘bedroom eyes’. His host was just so . . . perfect. Silently he willed the shadow wrought covers back over their lower bodies, to the intensified squirming of his pet.

A deep chuckle. “Now you’re just trying to excite me,” Ansem moved to enfold the silvery boy in both arms hugging him tight to his chest.

“How is this even physically possible?! There’s no way you could have stayed in me all day! Or stayed hard that long!” The last was an afterthought made in respect to the . . . oddly full feeling that had persisted well after his morning shower.

“Ha! Riku . . . we are not physical here, therefore biology as you know it does not apply. And I could tell you many a tale of how long my endurance has persisted in the past,” Ansem nuzzled a livid cheek with the bridge of his tanned nose, “but I’d much rather show you first hand my sweet vessel, as the experience has already moved you once. Actually . . . make that several times.” Then he gave a little nip to the side of the pale neck.

“Ugh . . . Disgusting sex-freak!”

“That’s ‘Sex-Fiend’. You’ll come to agree in time,” a few butterfly kisses up to a young jaw.

Riku groaned, “Why aren’t I dying from this?”

The scholar snorted, “I may be good, but honestly I’m not that good.” He had been humbled many times by his ‘amorous mentors’ [1].

Riku’s aqua-green eyes tear-ed in frustration. “That’s not what I meant! Nuh . . . Stop touching me . . . please,” he’d try anything against any opponent at least once. However, Ansem’s hand stayed attached to his boyhood.

“Ah, but we’re just getting to some of the more practical applications of your sexual education,” it didn’t take much for him to dislodge the sheets enough, thus allowing Riku to watch as he stroked said child off.

The teen turned away from his flaccid body, still unused to seeing himself in another’s hand. However he found its gloved mate tilting him back to face the act.

“Ah-ah . . . I can assure you that you will not want to miss this.” Those light fingertips teased at the skin, stroking over the sleeping shaft. “The fastest way to set off most males is through the ‘glans’ or ‘glans penis’, more commonly referred to as ‘the head’.” Riku shifted in embarrassment, face painted with a light blush. Last night his eyes hadn’t exactly been on his own groin. At least, not once he’d been stripped. “Yours, however, is well hidden by much foreskin being as you are--thankfully--uncircumcised.” The sight was unnerving, the feeling hypnotic, but not as intense as the prior evening. Still it was strange watching Ansem’s hand work over him, up and down, thumb now and then flicking over the end. Was this supposed to turn him on?

His wide mouth was beside the child’s ear. “This of course means that you have a larger erogenous zone along your genitalia that I can take advantage of,” the once king ran his flexible tongue over the pale shell of his captive’s ear. A quick intake of breath answered the action. But the child didn’t look away. ‘Lovely,’ he sighed to himself. His boy was enthralled by the happenings to his lower body--so much so that he had yet to notice the tattoo was once again preventing him from making any sudden moves against the dark one. Taking a small risk he circled inward, tracing the complex contours of a pale ear. The child shivered in his lap, and noticeably tightened around him when he stuck the wetted probe into the minute cavity, heart-rate quickening.

Oh, he liked that, did he?

Riku tried to pull away, but the other’s free hand was still on his cheek and held him fast. He whimpered, squirming as his ear was fucked but unable to shift or look away as Ansem continued in his marginally failing attempt to arouse him. But then the fingers on his cheek glided over his hairline, massaging his scalp while still forcing him to watch his own body begin to at last react to something that was done to it. He was nipped at and gave a small ‘eep’ at the sudden assault.

Damn Ansem. Damn him for finding his one physical weakness. Now it was like new hot spots were erupting all over his body just from being around the man. And . . . he still reeeeeaaaaallly liked when his scalp and hair were played with. His flushing skin and length were clear testaments to that. Ansem removed himself from his ear and began to lave at the hinge of his jaw as the teen saw his own cock stiffening, appearing to lengthen as the skin was . . . unrolling from the top. Now that the area was awakening, becoming sensitized from the elder’s ministrations, things started to feel as they had last night--maddening and addicting.

The madman pulled back. “Luckily for us, you have a major erogenous zone perched atop your shoulders to make things easier. But even if your scalp wasn’t sensitive, your frenulum still is. And that,” he curled his fingers around the young shaft, stroking once from tip to base, with the child mewling at the sensations of the fingers ghosting over him, “runs all along the underside of ‘you’.” Riku gave a start when he saw the head literally ‘pop’ into view. It was much redder than the rest of his cock, and glistening as if wet. It even felt like something was evaporating off of it, making it all the more sensitive to the coldness that seemed to surround him.

“My, inquisitive aren’t we?” The scholar gave a feral grin, and took it upon himself to further educate his boy. With hands on demonstrations, of course. “Now what do we have here?” He uncurled his fingers, and brought the index and middle ones down to the little base. His unwilling pupil shivered at the sensation, bringing more of his young body to life, “You’ll find that most of your erect form is referred to as the ‘Shaft’,” he smoothly ran them up a few inches, half way up the body, along the frenulum of course, “around here should be the start of your ‘ridged band’--highly receptive mind you.”

He didn’t have to tell Riku--the teen was biting his lip to keep from squealing. Though, the fact that he couldn’t shake the image of Kairi doing all this to him as he encased Sora’s hardened length was in no way helping his demeanor. It was all he could do to keep himself from rocking into the imaginary brunet.

The Heartless Lord smiled at seeing his treat become fully aroused. “Aside from that, it acts as the join for the inner and outer sections of foreskin. It’s more or less like a skeletal structure that dictates the actions of the two. Tightening when flaccid to close off the opening made by the skins, relaxing when aroused to let them extend with the rest of the phallus, an ultra-sensitive coordinator if you will,” Ansem gave a light rub and was awarded with a moan. He continued upwards, fingering the ridges as he went, “That’s also about the same place your outer layer of foreskin begins once you’re fully excited. Again, most sensitive. Mother nature put most of our erogenous receptors--nerve endings--in the upper half and underside of the penis.”

The silvery teen could feel his captor smirk. “But there is one other spot that should have you screaming for me.” With that he watched the other leisurely run his fingertips over the tip of his dick to the protruding vein that was pulsing in what the child vaguely realized was in time to his own heartbeat. When Ansem lightly ground his fingers into it he doubted no longer, as his heartbeat was now hammering in his ears--though it still didn’t manage to drown out the sound of his own wail, cock jumping from the attention.

“Mmmm,” Ansem was nuzzling his child’s neck, having withdrawn his fingers to the underside of the boy’s length again, “such a vocal pet,” a light nip to his jaw, “sing more for me?” And he gave a lick up his cheek. Unfortunately no verbal retort was forthcoming as the pale one was once again so much thrumming mush around him. But this time at least his arms were able to support him, hands fisting in the edges of the covers to either side of them.

“Now where did we leave off? Ah yes, the inner layer of foreskin. More sensitive than the outer layer--the outer layer is to protect against waste matter and other unwanted stimuli among other things after all. By contrast, the inner one is meant to cover and bond with the synechia--I’ll get to that another day. It does this so as to permit the development of the mucosal surface of the glans and inner foreskin. That’s why it’s so red from here up,” the scholar trailed upwards slightly, to an explosive gasp from his prisoner, “yes, I thought you would enjoy that,” another nuzzle, “it keeps everything nice and moist with emollient oils and provides lubrication during intercourse. This is the only form of lubrication we naturally get. For coupling with a woman, that’s fine as she will contribute her own . . . juices, shall we say? But as you know now, that’s simply not enough for other males.”

He chuckled softly, “I could speak more on it, but I think we’ve tarried here long enough.” He brought his index finger back over the top, finding that the child was again squirming around him. But this time it was to the effect of rubbing himself against the appendage. Hmm, his rationale must have switched off again. Perfection! Riku was scintillatingly more amicable when in that state last night. And he’d reached it much sooner this time, which made the once king purr appreciatively. The child was creating the most wonderful friction around him, so Ansem indulged himself in allowing the pale one to slide around him as he continued to mercilessly tease him.

Those little hands shifted off the sheets and onto larger thighs, giving the boy that much extra height in his quest to get those gloved digits on him more completely. The dark one noticed this, breaking him out of his light musings. He brought his one hand out of Riku’s hair, moving it down the child’s back, to perch on a small hip. Moving both hands down in concert he re-seated the small one in his lap while maintaining contact with the sensitive area around the tip. But then there were turquoise eyes on him with a slightly confused yet questioning light in them.

So lust had not yet taken his senses from him.

“Why?” Riku panted.

“You were getting away from me,” Ansem gave the tiny nose a chaste smooch, “shall I continue?”

The boy scowled, “You’re just gonna do what you want anyway. What I have to say doesn’t matter, so why waste my breath?”

“True enough,” there was little need to lie about that, “eyes forward now.” There was a pause as his pet sighed in defeat, and turned forward once more. Oh yes, the child was most definitely plotting his death again. It only made his conquest of the youth that much more gratifying, “Yes, well, now we leave the shaft and come to the part that women find so appealing about us. You remember the ‘glans’ that I mentioned earlier? Well, this is it.” The dark one ran his fingertips over it, yet Riku felt nothing. Well, he felt the sensation of something moving against him, but no intense mind-blowing pleasure like he’d felt just scant seconds before.

“I thought you said it was sensitive,” the flat statement was meant as a challenge.

“Ah, but it doesn’t register these kinds of touches. I believe a demonstration of what kinds of sensations it can help produce is in order. You are about to see one more reason to be thankful for being ‘uncut’,” and he brought his hand down to the ivory base taking the boy in a firm grasp. The young one’s breath hitched when he felt those liquid shadows around him again. He believed his little jewel uttered an, ‘Oh no,’ before he gave a slight squeeze and pumped upward once. Ansem paused for a beat, than stroked down again.

Riku couldn’t deny how wonderfully good that had felt. But it was an odd sight to behold, what with the foreskin going all rolly and covering the red part back up. But it had been when the loose flesh had rolled over the flaring bottom part of his, uh, ‘head’ that had sent pleasurable chills racing through his body. And the maniac was going up again. This time the teen couldn’t hold back the keening sounds he made in his throat, and despite the hand on his hip he still attempted to thrust up into the descending hand. Noting this, the elder grinned and gave his captive some slack for the next stroke. Now the silvery thing was able to lift himself up a few inches into his hand using his arms as leverage. It only took a few times for the two to develop a more or less steady rhythm; Riku thrusting up to meet the other’s hand, then sinking down to nudge that part inside him that when touched made his world go white and fiery.

But, as they continued, the youth began to notice some things, things that he suspected he should have realized before. The throbbing presence inside him was . . . throbbing, and less cold than last night. He could guess that Ansem’s body had stolen heat from his, but you couldn’t really ‘throb’ without a heart, right? Didn’t the throb come from . . . the heartbeat? Or something, something to do with the heart? He didn’t know how he was sure, just that he was. And, watching his own body now, he could draw a parallel to what was happening inside him. Like he held Ansem so tight that when he lifted up, the sex-freak went with him--or part of him did as the rest stayed put. Then his mind flashed on the eyeful he’d gotten last night. He distinctly remembered now that the bastard’s length was dual colored like his, but where he was pearl and ruby, the other was caramel and plum.

“I-I have this,” a pelvic thrust into the waiting hand, “inside m~me?” Talking aloud made the thoughts come easier.

“Yes,” an amused chuckle, “albeit much larger.” On the next down stroke he stilled them again, seeing the creamy pre-cum beginning to leak from his victim. Oh how he desperately wanted to drive deeper into him, and he couldn’t do that with the way things had been going.

Riku could feel every trembling muscle beneath him, all working to keep from spiking up into him, and it made him shudder. “Then what’s this ‘circumcised’ stuff you keep talking about?” Curiosity, and the will to keep from submitting (further) to him were gnawing at the teen.

A deep sigh, filled with bitter memories sounded from the tall one, “A hurtful practice born from the best of intentions.” Riku had to choke back a comment on the Heartless Lord saying that. “It is misinformation that makes the practice prevalent, and such misguided actions are what drove me to become a researcher in the first place,” he opened his hand, to the sighed disappointment of the younger, “it is the process of removing some, or all of the foreskin, usually damaging if not completely removing the frenulum and ridged bands along the way.”

Ansem scoffed, “People actually think that it’s more hygienic, or prevents illnesses to remove it all. Fools. It’s neither hygienic nor preventative, and does nothing more than strip a healthy male of his major sexual receptors, facilitates in spermatorrhea--nocturnal emissions--and generally makes intercourse and erection more painful than necessary for the ones involved. Be thankful that I am uncut child, or this endeavor would be much harsher on both of us. I would have to pound into you extra hard to feel anything, and you would be chafing by now. I’d also be far less inclined to pause in any attempt to reach orgasm. Similarly if you were so mutilated even this simple break in activities would be an unbearable hell on you.”

Riku thought that he might want to argue that last point. “Let me guess, when you were still human you got to experience it first hand?” The words were a tad embittered, a part of him wanting to learn, and another wanting to get on with the fucking sex. And he still wanted to kill the asshole for getting him addicted to this so easily--granted it would have been unbelievably better if he could have been doing this with Kairi, and . . . no, he really didn’t know how Sora would have fit into everything. Gods, what would things be like if he ever saw the two of them again? Especially if he hadn’t beaten Ansem out of him by then?

He nuzzled the child’s head, having taken some time to carefully consider his words, “No. But I have had many lovers and . . . companions before you. I did not know my tastes at first, so as with the rest of my life I experimented. Eventually . . . I was able to obtain a more concrete guidance, and my understanding of myself grew from there. I have been with both men and women, cut and natural, and it is from them that I have learned of these infractions of logic and common sense.” He glided the fingertips from his free hand over the taut tummy before him.

The pale one sighed, feeling a little sleepy. Yay, maybe he could drift off before he was molested further tonight. A deep chuckle soon filled his ears when his breathing began to even out.

“Riku,” the ‘u’ sound was elongated, “you don’t think I’ll let you get away that easily?” He shifted slightly, nudging the boy’s prostate. The action earned him a quick clench and release.

“You evil man,” he’d been so ready to fall asleep.

“Hardly,” a wicked smirk, “but if you want evil . . .” the hand curled around his shaft returned to his ‘head’. “As I was saying, this is the glans, this flange at the base is the ‘corona’, which stimulates the ridged bands and foreskin that roll over it during masturbation and intercourse. Where you see the semen dripping from you is the ‘meatus’, commonly called the ‘slit’. And here is the evil part boy--the glans is only insensitive to soft touches.” And with this the child received a nice firm pinch to the reddened cap. He ‘eeped’ jerking up, finding that the abuse was pleasurable, and that more white dribbled out of him. The cruel one took to spreading the creamy substance around the area, running his fingertips into the slit every so often, which made Riku whimper, continuing to butt lightly into the contact.

“I haaaaattee youuu~uuu!” His eyes were tearing and he had to close them again.

“I know; it’s exhilarating!” And the darker male bit down on his shoulder. After an appropriate erotic sound from the boy, he continued, “Just the thought of it, that I can induce pleasure in you even amidst so many obstacles and your own hang-ups, makes your submission--however unwilling, however partial--all the sweeter.” And at this he rolled his hips up in a quick jab.

Hmm, his control might have been slipping again.

“Why me?!” The words were sounded in a bark of anger, and with a hint of being rhetorical. “Why?!” The tone was like these questions were meant not for him, but frustrated-ly directed at creation itself. Like the cosmos would actually spare him an answer. It had never answered any of Ansem’s questions, so why should it treat his child any differently? The scholar had had to work and dig for every scrap of information he now possessed.

But the unknown irked him as much as it intrigued him. Something deeper than irritation, and more alluring then addiction. So the elder broke down with the reasoning that he’d shared much information and was deserving of some in return.

“Why, you, what?” He stopped teasing the glans in favor of the underside.

Riku’s head hung in defeat, “Why did you pick me? I keep getting conflicting ideas, but you were disembodied for . . . a good amount of time, weren't you? And I’m wondering what the hell made me the best candidate for your shell. You can’t tell me I’m the first person you had your eye on.”

A soft, “Ha,” followed by a pause. “You weren’t. But you were perfect. Your skin may be pale, but I imagine it will tan up nicely. Your hair is the appropriate color, and the style can be fixed with the proper gels. Your eyes, although a different hue, can be just as compelling and hypnotic as my own. You were physically active, thus putting you in better shape than I was at your age. You also have a natural thirst for knowledge and darkness. The fact that you are the true Keyblade master and male was icing on the cake. In short, you were simultaneously the most appealing and the most receptive to me,” a feline grin, “and you still are.” Ansem kissed at his jaw, giving the captive a firm stroke, before threading his free hand through silver locks.

Riku groaned as he tilted his head back, finding everything far too comfortable for his liking. Hell, his legs were still spread, though that was to combat the dull pain from the sheer size of what was inside him. ‘How can he do this to me?’ He knew that he hadn’t given up, or given in, but then what had he done? He should try summoning his sword, ram it into his side when he wasn’t looking. Right now the madman was concentrating on leaving kisses down his neck and kneading his thighs, so he probably wouldn’t notice what he was doing.

Lifting his sword-hand away from the tyrant’s body, the teen leveled it so that it was palm up and out of sight. Next he concentrated on calling the sword to him. And he called . . . and called . . . and called . . . and was still getting no answer when Ansem had opened his eyes during his kissing down to and over the shoulder attached to that arm.

The Heartless Lord pulled back, completely stilling all ministrations. Though the child couldn’t see it, he was staring at the tattoos on his right arm--the one that was oddly off to the side. Unlike the rest of the curling razor-wire tribal thorns which were black, the ones on his right arm were a marginally lighter navy blue, that was beginning to lighten into a shade of royal purple.

Riku could feel an energy buildup in his trembling hand, as if someone had tied a tourniquet to his mid arm and refused to let the power flow down and manifest as his sword. But that didn’t matter when the bastard picked up his arm by the wrist, causing the pressure in his hand to ease. With a hard flick of his trapped appendage, the force solidified into the familiar blade, leaving him unaware that the tattooing returned to the black color. Ansem applied just enough pressure to make his grip go slack, and then after gripping both wrists in his left hand, brushed the winged-weapon off the bed and out of sight.

“Impressive, but do not take me for a fool child,” there was dangerous confidence in that voice, “and do not think you will go unpunished for that.” With this he freed the boy’s hands removing his own larger ones to glistening hips. The child was slid upward until only his engorged tip remained inside, then the pale thing was brought down to his pelvic bone.

The pace they started was uneven at first, with Riku gasping and mewling as his prostate was hit over and over again. Eventually the child’s hands held fast to the arms that were moving him, giving him some small anchoring. Even though his legs were still spread, that didn’t stop the Heartless Lord from once more rolling his hips into his upward thrusts, spiking the small one anew. Soon he was all but bouncing the boy in his lap, and his pet was again calling out wantonly for his friends. Oh how annoying that could get, but it was a small price to pay for the delectable heat he was plundering from his succulent child. It did, sadly, make sense why Riku would cling to them, even if the pale one didn’t know or understand it himself. Ansem had long known that his friends were his light, and that was precisely why he’d done his damnedest to alienate him from them in the past. The rest, as they say, is history. Though the child’s light as of right now was paltry compared to that one shining moment when he’d reasserted himself to prevent the dark one from destroying the brat filling in for his Riku.

Why couldn’t the brat have just believed his Riku when he called it the delivery-boy?

Still glaring brightly or glowing dimly, that infernal light was the only thing keeping Ansem from having his host back under control--willing or otherwise. Gazing down at the iridescent creature he continued to impale on his thick body, the scholar knew that he would eventually change that. His child would learn just how literal an interpretation symbolism could have.

The little one had thrown his head back onto his shoulder, and the man took the opportunity to seal over the gasping mouth with his own, tongue driving deep. With the next down-stroke the youth was drawn away from his tongue until only the tip remained in, but he was simultaneously spiked on Ansem’s arousal. With the upstroke it was reversed, being spiked with the tongue and having only the tip of the phallus inside him. The boy eventually caught on that he was being fucked from both ends, and pulled his head away, not liking the insinuation in the slightest. But then the fact that he could once more take in large gasping breaths wasn’t bad either. The scholar could tell that his pet wasn’t in his right mind, body preparing for orgasm which would come all too soon for Ansem’s liking. Still, a few more nights of this would fix things in a more agreeable way. Yes, all things considered, now would be a beautiful time for a direct psychic attack.

One minute Riku was being relentlessly fucked to the vision of Sora and Kairi, the next he was screaming in sheer panic. He could feel tendrils of darkness slipping against and crawling up his spine, but the climb had happened at lightening speed during a down thrust that had speared him hard leaving the bastard deep inside him. He was positive that the speed was the only reason why it felt like the sharp darkness had managed to break the barriers at the back of his mind and begin to curl around some of the coils of his brain.

But with the blind panic had come blind aggression directed at the point of entry and the once king found himself under psychic bombardment. It was highly unpleasant, so much so that he’d had to still himself as he bowed his head and grit his teeth against the lashing pain. The child’s psyche had immediately gone on the offensive and was attempting to hack away the invading darkness that it recognized as ‘not-self’ akin to the way the body’s immune system worked. However, for each lash inflicted to his darkness, Ansem received a thin cut along his cheeks, which almost didn’t heal before a third could be dealt to them. And the pattern kept repeating, ‘cut, cut, heal, cut, cu--heal--t, cut, c--heal--ut, cut, heal,’ and so forth. He hugged the howling lad tightly to his chest while the whole fiasco played out. In the end, Riku quieted only after his consciousness had erected new barriers around that small section in the back of his head. The Heartless Lord was grateful for his small blessing: Riku’s mind hadn’t been able to push him all out, though he was thoroughly quarantined from the rest of the little one’s brain, save for the few curls that his darkness had coiled tightly around and held in a vindictive grip.

Wonderful, his foot was in the door and only ninety percent cut off.

“There . . . that . . . wasn’t . . . the end . . . of the world,” Ansem shook his head, and prayed to the High Ones that they weren’t cruel enough to brand him with a migraine, especially since he had no physical brain to afflict it with. Looking down at his arms, he could see that his captive had them in a death grip and the little nails had almost cut through his clothes. Damn, the child’s subconscious was going to be problematic after all. When he heard the little one moan out ‘No,’ Ansem almost believed the child was agreeing with him. Then the pale one moaned it out again, and again, as he started to wiggle in his large arms.

Riku was trying to grind his chilled backbone and the back of his head into the larger form behind him. He didn’t care what the other thought of it, he just wanted some friction to fight off the biting cold that had taken root along his spine, up to his brain-stem or whatever part it was at the back of his head. It felt completely icky and wrong and he was cold enough as it was! Thinking on it, he let go of the jackass that had made him cold, and grabbed up all the coverings he could get his hands on, wrapping them around his cooling body. After this he didn’t know if he’d be able to threaten the idiot with cold ever again, as he was still shivering under the heavy blankets.

Seeing this, the elder began to will the bedspread around the both of them. He ended up hissing an oath in the Heartless tongue as the High Ones graced him with that searing migraine he’d been so worried about, which abruptly went away when he stopped. Fine, be that way. Making sure not to crush the child, he manually gathered up everything so they could nest together inside a sloppy black cocoon.

‘Why did he do that?’ The teen lazily thought.

‘Because,’ he winced, continuing in a pained tone, ‘I wanted in.’ Marvelous, even telepathy hurt.

Riku jerked in his lap, panic flooding his system. He turned with wide fearful eyes, unable to decide if it was his paranoia playing games with him, or a sinister reality that he’d just been plunged into.

“Yes child, I’m in your mind, hearing your thoughts. I have been for some time now, but the walls have become worlds thinner. You will have to guard your thoughts well if you don’t want me to hear them,” this really shouldn’t have been all that surprising--all he’d done on his end was turn up the sensitivity to detecting the boy’s mood.

“I . . . I’m just not used to you doing that . . . here.” Okay, so he hadn’t really lost any ground on the privacy front. He could deal, really he could. Granted he still had a raging hard-on that wasn’t about to go away without the bastard’s help, but he could even deal with that too so long as his mind was still soundly his own.

He was brought out of his thoughts by strong arms that rewound themselves over his torso. If that wasn’t bad enough the hips and pelvis below him began to gently rock the impressive length inside him so that it was softly nudging him from within. The teen melted against the elder, praying that maybe he’d be able to glean a fraction of warmth from his surroundings. He decided that he absolutely hated Ansem the most when he was being gentle as he’d always pictured his first time to be slow and emotional and full of meaning that would have been lost in the rush of animalistic passion.

He noticed that the man wasn’t touching his prostate. Fuck, in all the craziness their positions must have shifted, which meant Riku would have to cooperate with him if he wanted the throbbing between his legs to stop. Ugh, it was sickening but he let the images of his friends play over his eyes to take the sting out of what he was about to do. With instinct to guide him, the silvery youth closed his eyes and slid his hands back down to clothed thighs. Here was where things got a little hazy, and more than a little unpleasant, but for the sake of his sanity he had to do it. With a deep breath to steel himself, Riku ran his small hands over and under the firm ass holding him up, grabbing hard and pushing himself down as well as yanking up. He ground his hips backward into the other, shifting until he’d at last found the missing sweet spot. Though, gods alone know why, he didn’t let go after realigning himself.

Ansem’s eyes had widened a little at the boy’s forwardness, not that he wasn’t pleased. However, what really had him purring was that he could feel the curls of Riku’s mind massaging his dark tendrils, hugging them feverishly in search of information that the child didn’t possess. This was brilliant, his pet had unknowingly wracked his mind for the answer to a problem. Oh High Ones be praised, how long until they were pulling him in deeper, how long until he had access to everything he could ever want to know about his Riku again?

Riku felt filthy and disgusting but he needed this release. “Sora . . .” He pushed down harder with his hips, grinding his body into the one behind and below him. The dark one leaned down to nuzzle the back of his neck, one hand coming free to begin stroking the trembling sex that had been neglected for so long. “Ah, Kairi!” He could do this if he just thought of them. It was agonizing and humiliating every time, but now that he knew Ansem was prepared or immune to most of his arsenal, he’d have to go along with the bastard until he found a way to get him the hell out of his . . . mental body. Gah, had to keep thinking how he was going to put everything he was learning to good use to make the one he loved happy.

One he loved . . . right, just one . . . really.

The Heartless Lord intensified his ministrations to the front and attacks to the rear of his pet. Soon, with a strangled gasp, there was a sticky mess coating his one hand. Well, that had been perfectly delicious, but what could he do to top it? Ah, yes he could try that position, which admittedly would have worked better when the child wasn’t repeating, ‘Fuck it’s cold!’, in his mind every ten seconds, but what was pleasure without a fight for it?

“Prepare yourself child, we’re about to try something new,” and he began to unwrap them.

‘What I get to fuck him?’ The teen thought sarcastically, as he was still too tired to form actual words. Besides using that opportunity of having control to cause the other pain would have been the only thing worth shedding all the soft quilts and warmth for.

With a low chuckle the Heartless Lord sat up straight, then turned them around so that he could contemplate the pillows. He soon noticed that his hand was still sticky, and he called on the shadows to clean both it and whatever else had been hit with the essence. The action burned, but he held on long enough for everything to be clean again. Oh he hoped The Powers That Be [2] were getting a hearty laugh out of his misery, because when he had a body again he would personally hunt down the ones that had decided to gift him with such pain.

Still the bed was clean again, meaning that he could get down to business. And the business that he wanted to get down to involved the moving of pillows until he had a small pile of them apart from the larger mound. With that he brought his legs under him, and leaned forward until his captive was on all fours beneath him, ass high as his tummy was braced against the softness.

Riku really didn’t like all the moving around they’d done, it made the strangest vibrations and feelings run through his body. Not to mention Ansem’s hard length would shift inside him, adding to the odd sensations. He also wasn’t fond of the position he now found himself in as it left him feeling . . . degraded. Like he was just some animal, a piece of meat that was about to be had. He was also afraid that the bastard might crush him if he put too much of his weight onto him.

“Now little one,” he placed tender kisses to exposed shoulders, “this isn’t the most romantic of positions, but it is the simplest one that allows for deep penetration,” a few more kisses, “so I’m sure you’ll simply come to adore it.” It was almost impossible for a male not to love this position as it could turn even the stoniest individual into a writhing mass of lusting nerves.

“I’ll believe it when I feel it,” and the teen mentally braced himself against the oncoming assault to his pride.

The dark one settled most of his weight onto his shins and knees, taking hold of Riku’s sides to steady himself. He lamented the fact that he couldn’t lean over him as that would cause most of his weight to be imposed upon the lad, nevermind that it would also allow him to drive his cock in further. However, he knew something else he could do that would have the desired effect, but that would be for later, when his child was close to completion. Thus Ansem drew himself out and then back in again in one fluid stroke.

Mmm, he loved the intensity of ‘doggy style’, even if the crass nickname left something to be desired. Stealing an indulgent glance down, the wise man gathered that it was also having a profound effect on his pupil. Turning his hungry gaze to the place where their bodies were joined, Ansem allowed himself to get lost in one of his personal kinks that he’d been unable to satiate before now. With half lidded eyes he watched his dark body sliding effortlessly in and out of the heaven below him. To not only feel, but see his pet’s body eagerly swallow him was enough to have his manhood drooling. Ah, to watch over and over again as his meaty self disappeared and reappeared from between firm, young, creamy cheeks when at first he’d wondered if it would have even been possible for his toy to take half of his tanned girth into himself made the domination of Riku’s wickedly biting will all the more intoxicating. This was it--Here was the proof that he had mastery over the boy, this tiny one who had once thought that he could usurp his will or deny his wishes, as he sheathed himself in trembling heat and pulled out again to leave him breathless and wanting. Oh yes, no matter how much he would deny it the boy was wanting for the Heartless Lord’s hard cock to grind him into ecstasy, to have it rule his life and thoughts like it already did as he whimpered for more of that near-godly endowment.

Riku moaned, feeling the large body bang into his prostate. Okay, yeah, this was degrading as hell, but with every new thrust he was starting to see why this was as popular a position as it was. It wasn’t long before he was throwing himself backwards to meet his tormenter full on, his growing length beginning to throb and bounce with the actions.

‘Damn him! Why does my body keep reacting?!’ The elder was so engrossed with the feeling surrounding his erection and the massaging phantom fingers that combed through his mind for guidance that he nearly missed the teen’s angered admonishment to himself. Poor thing, he didn’t even realize that he was sifting through the researcher’s mind again.

“Because,” a deep growl accompanying a hard thrust in, “you’re addicted to me,” a swift jerk out, “or rather,” back in, “what I have to offer you.” His hand stole down to the child’s weeping body.

“Na . . . Nev~vver! AH!” He was panting harshly again, which made it difficult to form the words in his mouth.

“Always!” And he rocked in, “First you craved the darkness I command, you sought it out with both hands! But you were smart--thank the High Ones for little things like that--you knew not to give yourself over in full to the darkness. Yes, I told you to plunge into it, but I wanted you to open your heart to me, not true darkness as I had. That was why I had to be there when you did it, to catch you, your soul, your heart before it slipped away into the ether, make them bond to me and my darkness before you became lost. Now I can give your mind pleasure it has never known before, and it begs for it like a starving man in the blistering sun of Agrabah does for fresh fruit! If I could do this to your physical form, it would be the same result.” As he spoke he continued in his relentless pace with both his hips and hand.

Riku tried to moan out a ‘no’, but his arms had given out on him, and he now rested his chin between his fisted hands on the mattress. This of course pushed his rump up higher, allowing the bastard to plunge in deeper, swollen head contacting his pleasure point fully. He could feel himself beginning to clench around the thickness inside him.

“Yessss!” Came hissing past all too white teeth at the sensation of the trembling grip around him. With the hand still on the child’s side, he drew his pet up onto his knees until he was in a tight spoon to his body, still continuing to plunge in and out of him. The little one screamed from the intensity of the new position, and found his mouth trapped again by full mocha lips, a tongue sliding in to claim his very breath.

The sensation of being ravaged so deeply from both ends was enough to send Riku hurling to his peak, and he crashed against the body behind him as he came hard into the dark. Then he was sagging against his captor who was sinking to his knees and all he really wanted to do was sleep. It wasn’t like he was asking for much really, just the time to sleep and be away from this erotic nightmare. A prickle at the back of his mind reminded him that at least he hadn’t noticed the cold while he was being violated. Damn Ansem. He’d have to do this with Kairi at least once . . . even if she would want to kill him afterwards. Maybe Sora wouldn’t mind too much . . . except Sora probably wouldn’t want to have anything to do with him and sex. Yeah, there was nothing wrong with being with another male, they just hadn’t ever thought about it before. Gah, this was going to hurt his brain for the next, what was it now, ten months? And that was if he wasn’t worlds away battling through Heartless when Sora woke up from his memory overhaul.

Ansem was in considerably less pain when he had his shadows clean up this time. Goody, maybe he’d be able to sleep it off considering his pet was reaching his limits again. Still, there was one last round to go, and his aching need had yet to be eased for the night. Ah, but what to cap the night’s education with? He had been feverish, damn near reckless last night and only a little better this time. However, there was something that would be both educational to the boy as well as drawn out for the Heartless Lord’s liking. He would just have to bare the mental strain acting on the idea would produce, but he was loath to lose the inviting heat he’d worked so hard to get into, so there really was no other option.

After resting a few moments to give them a chance to recover, the dark scholar used his free hand to replace the displaced pillows within the larger mound. With that done, the larger male called on the shadows to lubricate the fingers of his right hand. Carefully, he brought the slicked index finger to lightly press at the loaded opening--which was still busily quivering around his pulsing self.

The teen--who had been blissfully on the verge of passing out--knitted his brows together at the sensation. Surely the jackass wasn’t trying to fit something else into him while he was already occupied!? But after some insistent prodding he felt the slim digit slip inside him. “Oh fuck no! Do you want to kill me?!” Goddamned sadistic prick! . . . ‘Prick’? What the hell?

“Patience child, this will all be clear momentarily,” and then the matching middle finger was inserted.

“Yeah, it’ll all be clear when I start hemorrhaging from being stretched past the breaking point!” Really, what was he thinking?!

A light scoff sounded from over his shoulder, “As if I would be remiss enough to allow that to happen.” And his thumb pushed in over the top. The boy was now groaning from his actions and probably wishing death on him again. This was taking him longer than he would have liked, but with the migraine softly blearing in his ears it was as fast as he could manage comfortably. Soon there was the hum of shadow manipulation vibrating along his length--which instantly elicited the most amusingly delightful squeaky-mewls from the pale teen.

Hmm, he’d have to abuse that knowledge in a few seconds.

Ansem held his breath as he carefully pulled out, noting the shadows that almost clung to him as he withdrew. But he couldn’t relax, even that wasn’t a sign that this was working. Then only his tip was left in and it was now the moment of truth, High Ones help him if he was wrong. With no small amount of apprehension, the dark one drew out completely . . . and gave ever so faint a smile when he saw the shadows that had followed him out. He was still tethered to the boy, and said boy was still wedged open, even without his fingers holding him wide. But what to do first? Remove the ‘tube’ of inky blackness from his dick so as to solidify it into a plug? Or remove his fingers so as to have both hands to work with?

He was cautious above all things in his experiments. He would make the toy first.

Riku felt . . . well there was shifting--he’d dropped face first into the pillows--and the pressure inside him had gone down, even though the bastard hadn’t moved or done anything in a few minutes. Or maybe he had moved, but he was still inside him, so he obviously hadn’t moved out of him. And he wasn’t about to look over his shoulder to see what the sex-crazed pedophile was doing to him now. Except his spine was cold, and it would have been less cold if he had something to distract him, or someone to lean into--much as he was annoyed to admit he needed the other for anything. Maybe he would just concentrate on the fuzziness under him, or half under him, or whatever the ratio was at this point. None of it mattered if he could just sink into his dreams, and he could feel himself sinking fast--although that might have just been into the pillows as they tended to conform and adjust to things that placed pressure on them.

The bastard was petting him between his sac and his entrance again. Damn him for breaking him out of his mindless musings!

‘I really need to find a way to kill him.’ It was not Riku’s observation so much as a universal truth.

“Ah, but if you did kill me, then you’d miss out on the wonderful time we’re about to have.” Without looking at the Heartless Lord he knew there was something he’d once heard his father refer to as a ‘shit-eating-grin’ on his face. Turning to yell some kind of retort at the elder, his incentive died when he noticed something peculiar: he had an eyeful of plum and caramel again. And it was still leaking darkness.

“What the hell?” He turned over--he could turn himself over! Wait, sword didn’t work, and he was too drained right now for physical combat. Ugh, physical--wait, didn’t Ansem like totally rely on magic and his Heartless guard? Well, and, darkness too, but still, maybe the fight wouldn’t be as uneven as he thought.

The scholar “tut’ed” at him, a finger waggling in disapproval, “Now now Riku, I’ll have no halfhearted attempts of escape from you.” And then those gloved fingers were tracing over the tattoos on his arms before he could launch himself over the side of the bed. The thorns at his wrists turned bright blue, the ones along his arms became a mix of darker teals and lighter purples, and that feeling of being weighed down by too much energy and pressure returned to him. The elder repositioned him to his liking, and had the other not been there almost hovering over him, it would have been the normal way Riku slept on his back, head just so on the mound. But it was that firm press of his cobalt ringed wrists into the mattress that caught his attention. Blue meant glue, because they were now stuck in place. And the dark one was positioning him wide again, giving his legs and ankles a disturbingly similar treatment.

After his preparations were done, Ansem took a moment to admire his work, the teen glaring icy death all the while. A smirk played over his lips as he decided to tease his boy. “While I could begin to teach you about the minutiae of bondage, we already have enough points scheduled for this lesson. This will again be practical application, though there will also be theory [3] as well as a bit of ‘kink’, or ‘fetishism’. In this case, tonight’s fetish is ‘toys’,” and then the child felt the thing inside him slide almost all the way out before it was replaced near his core.

His eyes wide with confusion, Riku stuttered out, “W-w-what’s inside me?” It couldn’t be the Heartless bastard because he was definitely outside him.

“A phallic toy,” one hand was held aloft as he already summoned and solidified the shadows in it, “the dimensions are based off my own body, of course, so you wouldn’t have to go a single moment without feeling my presence,” a cruel wink, “it should look something like this one.” And with that an allegedly identical shadow-black, fake, erect cock--with full sac and balls--was laid down on his abdomen.

Riku groaned, and closed his eyes, not wanting to be witness to, let alone a part of this humiliating depravity. A soft chuckle assaulted his ears, “Shield your eyes all you desire. Your undivided attention is still mandatory.” So he could keep his eyes closed as long as he listened? How would the sadistic bastard even be able to--telepathy. Damn him, he’d probably already caught that thought. Guh, so he’d need to concentrate more than he had in the past to keep Ansem out? That seemed difficult in his current state, but try he would, and did.

Then he felt the weight lift off of his stomach, followed shortly by a poke to his side. He jerked away, but didn’t open his eyes. This was rewarded with more pokes to his sides and ribs along with the comment, “You’re trying to shirk your education. I will not tolerate slackers and foolish shenanigans of any sort. Now look at me, you’ve lost the privilege of secluding yourself.”

Riku snapped his eyes open and bit out, “If you must know, I was attempting to keep from throwing up!” When he looked he saw that the source of the poking was the black toy. Even now the jackass was brandishing it like a . . . teacher wielding a ruler? Where the hell did he---

“Yes, yes. Very droll, highly original,” his frown and bored tone seemed to be swallowed with his next words, “on to the lesson then,” and he gave the boy a thoughtful look, “we’ll just cover some of the basics tonight.”

“Fun shit,” the man was enjoying himself waaaaay too much. If only he could make some kind of bodily attack.

“I will not even dignify that with a retort. Now, the first form of toy, which you are currently enjoying, is one meant to replicate male genitalia for the purpose of penetration. You’ll often hear such toys referred to as,” he cringed slightly before continuing. “Dildos.” A sigh, “Some humans have no tact. I will be using the phallic toy to help encourage your body to enter a more . . . receptive state for later. But not just yet.” He would now and then absentmindedly slap the end of the false cock into his left hand as he spoke, the right holding the base in a firm grip. Ansem’s eyes never strayed from the boy before him, even if they did wander the length of the pale form.

“The next branch of toys could be considered ‘training implements’. While a phallic toy is meant to induce pleasure, training toys are just that, toys meant to condition the body for various carnal acts,” a coy smile glittered in his citrus eyes, “simple training toys are used to gradually acclimate the body to stretching progressively wider, for both men and women. Some are exceedingly basic, not much more than a tapered cone that is narrow at the tip, wide at the base, and smooth all along the way. ‘Plugs’ are slightly more advanced, insofar as they train for specifics.”

The Heartless male crouched forward, letting the cool-shadow head of the toy run around his captive’s naval. “Some phallic toys are . . . unusual in design, either by virtue of their shape, length, or size. Plugs are designed to help with specific ‘kinks’--singular fetishes and turn-ons. For example, circumcision usually removes the ridged bands, so most males are smooth. However that leaves the partner lacking the full enjoyment of the experience. All toys made for males are meant to duplicate what is lost from being cut, as are some ‘female’ toys. Ridged toys would fall more into the unisex category, and there are plugs that help the inexperienced acclimate to the feeling.”

The dark king inched the toy up Riku’s abdomen, sliding over solar plexus and sternum to rest a short push shy of the chin. “But the defining point of a plug,” he breathed hotly into the silver child’s ear, “is that it allows the body to rest. A plug can be held in place by the body itself, almost regardless of shape.” He nuzzled softly into splayed strands of starlight, inhaling the young one’s scent. “I find the best plugs are the ones that can be worn during the daily mundane grind, silently working their magic without anyone but the user being the wiser to their presence.” And he nipped on a nearby ear.

The restrained teen shivered at the intensity of the mental image, almost as if the experience was being forced on him. His body clenched tightly around the shadows impaling him, a low moan passing between his parted primrose lips. The sound was rewarded with another nip along with some lengthy laps along his jaw. He tried to turn away, to refuse the touch, but found that he was held in check by a gloved hand, wetness continuing to play over the underside of his chin. Then the elder pulled away, and gazed down at him with luminescent orbs.

“Mmm, yes,” his eyes were hooded, “splendid,” he still smiled, “theory now, before I lose you entirely. Dominance play . . . is exceedingly complicated to explain but beautifully simple to demonstrate. The roles of the submissive and the master are subtly balanced in their exchange, and can be defined by any number of means. That leaves the parts interchangeable, depending on one’s frame of reference either partner can fill either role. I, by virtue of age, experience, and physical prowess would be the unquestionable ruling party in this tryst. I’ve taken as much control away from you as possible--as possible, not all control. There is . . . no humane way to take away all control from the submissive short of mind-control.”

His lips pursed as if he’d bitten down into a lemon wedge after eating a three course meal of cream cakes. “While that would make things excessively easier with you it would kill any kind of enjoyment I could hope to glean from this,” he took pride in delivering his partners to their peaks, helping them to break through new boundaries at every turn, “manipulation, however, is a horse of a different color. And manipulation is the catchword to all dominance play. Now some practical application to further demonstrate my meaning.” Here the erotic scholar shifted so that he was on his hands and knees hovering over the small pelvic bone of his disgruntled pupil.

The inhuman gaze met with unrelenting jade. “Fellatio, oral stimulation of the phallus. This action is predominantly considered an act for the meeker party, the servant pleasuring the master if you will. However what would it mean if the master pleasured his slave? Surely he’s not about to give up control to the weaker party, so how does he keep his dominance?” Here he paused, as if waiting for his student to respond to the question. When the pale one said nothing, just continued to glare death, Ansem smirked and took hold of the base of the toy embedded in said child. He put the youth through a few languid strokes, aiming more to unsettle and remind him who was in control than to pleasure.

Frustrated at the audacity of the other to continue treating his rape as a learning experience, Riku furiously howled out, “I don’t know! He just keeps control of what he does!”

A cool smile spilled into Heartless eyes, and his plunges stilled. “My, what insight! Yes, that is a very basic assessment of what he does. In short, the master is still the master when giving oral gratification if it is they who control the pace of the happenings. The master must still give his consent for the submissive to find pleasure, he--or she--must dictate the speed, the amount of pressure or suction, how long they spend in the act, everything. If the slave performs the act, they must obey their superior’s command and do everything in their power to make it enjoyable for the dominant one. The master only has to please him or herself by contrast, and most masters will deny that final rapture at least once--more often if they are cruel ones,” he waited a heartbeat for the child to think the inevitable, and chuckled softly when he heard the teen insinuate that he was one of the cruel ones, “silly thing. I’m quite a loving and caring master . . . unless my slaves wish otherwise. And who am I to deny your expectations of me?” And with that he thumbed the tiny switch he’d placed on the shadowy toy in his hand.

As the first few vibrations assaulted his prostate the boy couldn’t catch himself in time to prevent the gasps from leaving his throat. But those gasps soon turned back into the squeaky-mewls that Ansem so adored from him. He began trying to toss his body to either side, vainly hoping that he could break free of whatever binds the Heartless idiot had put him under. Oh gods if he ever found himself with the opportunity to kill this beast he’d flay him alive! Said bastard was then nuzzling him again, burying his nose in his hair as he played with his pale-pink nipples. He was teasing them between his gloved fingers, pinching and rolling them even as his body was violated from within. And then he could taste the other’s darkness on his tongue, finding a larger but similarly wet muscle thrusting into his mouth again. Oh he had to kill him, he had to kill him! The jackass had no right, no right to abuse him or his body like this, and so help him if he could move he would be kicking Ansem’s ass out of his heart!

The dark one removed himself from the boy, and switched off the vibrator. Smiling dangerously he asked, “So you do not wish for my ministrations?” And here he looked pointedly at the small one’s half-awakened arousal. “My, what a predicament you must find yourself in, so close to sweet release, but unable to bring yourself to crest the edge. What will you do? What are you even capable of doing?”

“I can wait it out,” he snapped, “I’m not so addicted, like you! I don’t need it!” He wouldn’t show weakness, not to him, not now.

A frown marred his features. “Hmm, perhaps you could,” pumpkin eyes traced over the child, “as inexperienced as you are you have yet to fully develop a taste for physical pleasure, let alone culture one for carnal acts.” Then he was smirking again, sharp teeth glinting in a grim light, “I will just have to continue educating you,” and he repositioned himself onto his hands and knees over the minor’s lower body, “now pay attention boy, you will be quizzed on this later.” And with inhuman poise he brought his head down, extending his tongue to flick along and over the tip.

Riku tried and failed to jerk backwards from the contact. His tongue was hot, hotter then he thought it would be. He was reassured about the heat as he found the evil scholar beginning to lap at his head, which of course made him squawk in protest. But there was nothing he could do as he soon found his glans held between soft lips, with the Heartless Lord dipping into the slit. Oh gods, oh gods he’d never thought he’d be happy about--grateful for!--the binding effect Ansem had put him under. But without it his instincts would have pitched him forward after he’d slammed himself inside that moist heat, and then he’d be tangling his fingers in silver-gray hair as he clutched tightly to his abuser. AAHH!! HE . . . he was . . . d-drawing more of him in . . . he was sucking him into his mouth and---

Riku couldn’t really describe what was happening to him next as that was the precise moment his teacher turned the vibrator back on. Now the elder was treating his length like a lollipop, or perhaps a stick of ice-cream [4], creating a vacuum when he pulled away, spearing his tongue ahead as he took more in. He repeated this torture over and over again until he at last had all of the teen in his maw, inhaling deeply around his base. The pale child’s world nearly shattered when he felt the other hum around him, and there was no power in the known worlds that could hold his pleasured scream in check. As if to add insult to injury, the unholy fucking bastard swallowed around him, which actually made him choke on his own vocalizations. He was silent and wide eyed and it was all he could do to remember how to breath.

Ansem happily continued his ministrations, swirling his tongue over the sides and tip. He would lap and nip, not quite bite as it was a little too early in his education for that, but just ghosting teeth over hardened flesh was enough to get his point across. The little one’s mind was nearly lost in pleasure, almost safe but still capable of registering the outside world. Looking up, he freed one of his hands to pluck up the forgotten phallic toy that had rolled to the side of his boy during all the thrashing about. With the device firmly in hand he brought it up to open and unoccupied lips. The child was confused at first from the light touch, and gazed at him with questioning, hazy eyes. His deep laughter ran along the young body he held in wet captivity.

‘You will give this the same treatment as I am applying to you,’ he silently commanded.

The youth closed his eyes and mewled in objection, tilting his head away from the large black thing. ‘Too big!’, was the only mental reply he could manage. The next thing he knew, the vibrations were moving in and out of him at a maddening pace. He couldn’t keep his mouth closed from all the sounds he was making, and he soon found that they were being muffled by the solid shadow being shoved into his airway--almost. Hell, he’d been so unprepared that it might as well have been. Ansem again ordered his compliance and he found himself cooperating if only to keep from suffocating around the oversized toy. Thankfully it was just a toy and not the real thing, he wouldn’t have been able to handle that.

Speaking of handling things, the teen was handling his task well, though he did have a very dedicated teacher to instruct him. Yes, the dark elder was positive that his Riku had gotten the hang of how fellatio was performed, and given how intoxicating the scene before him was--and the amount of endurance his pupil had shown in the past--he’d have to stop his actions to the child now. With one last suck he slurped free of his pet, smiling down at the cute little disappointed noise he tried to make. Yes yes, his pet made quite the picture, thoughtlessly sucking away at the false glans and upper shaft--he refused to inflict the full amount on him the first time--as he halfheartedly gave him a lust clouded angry glare that promised doom. Truly this was a sight to behold, something that he would remember for all of his lifetimes, no matter how many hosts he passed through . . .

Unless he could work out the fundamentals of immortality and eternal youth. Then he’d never need to leave his Riku. But these were thoughts for another day.

He turned off the vibrator again, earning him an angry growl. Aw, so he was mad that all his supports were being taken away was he? Marvelous! Stupendous! Wonderful! The teen had no idea how well he had him in hand, and no idea the depth of his addiction. High Ones be praised for his child being as stubborn as they came, he would most likely refuse to see the truth of these realities and try to fight him on these points, where he was destined to lose to him over and over again. Without removing the embedded phallic toy, Ansem reoriented the dorsal and vernal sides of it until they were aligned with the under and over sides of his massive girth. A strangled moan almost made it past the other toy, and soon the child was sucking on the thing like a pacifier to keep from crying out again. Looking over his small one, the Heartless Lord took a moment to re-lubricate himself with darkness, finding that his accursed headache had all but left him.

After he was sure he wouldn’t hurt the child during reentry, the dark male removed the other instrument from his slave-to-be’s mouth, dissolving it back into shadows. He half expected Riku to spit at him, but the child was practically drained, and not about to jeopardize his final rapture. He did however try in repeated vain to speak. But weather it was from lack of breath or ailing coordination, the words would not spill past his lips.

With a roll of his eyes, the pale one conceded the improbability of speech. ‘Lemme guess . . . now . . . I do that . . . to you . . . until you . . . cream inside . . . my mouth.’

A dark, rich laugh split the air, “High Ones no. You remember the symbolism I keep telling you about? Well think boy, do you really believe that when I still had a body that my ejaculations were any different from a human’s?” A pause answered by a shrug. “Well they were not, I can tell you that much. No, I think I should explain then,” and those half-moons were glowing with mirth at the idea, “this is all an elaborate mental attack. Last night I began by using different tactics than what I normally employed. From there I stripped you of your outer defenses, turning them against you even, and when I had you cornered, unable to defend yourself against me, I struck.”

Ansem sat back, a gloating glow to his countenance, “I penetrated your mind, thrust past all of your outer barriers and defenses, embedding myself firmly into your psyche. When you orgasmed, your mind lost more of its ability to keep me out, to shield itself from me. Not to mention that it was taking in my darkness, my power, feeding you with the energy you once sought from me. Yes, when I had my release I flooded your mind, and in fact your waking body, with my darkness. Even tonight it’s been building in your system the longer you’ve held me within you. Every time I reach perfection, more of my power will inundate your being, progressively building up until only my darkness runs through you.”

He leaned over the squirming captive so that their noses were only an inch apart. “Considering how vital it is that I get every drop of my essence inside your mind, why would I want to take the chance--no the guarantee--that you would refuse to swallow all of it? You would undoubtedly feign inexperience and like things for as long as you could. So I’ve taken the liberty of cutting out the ungainly business of breaking your will overtly and settled for the slow and steady pace of grinding you down more and more each day.”

With that thought the Heartless Lord began to push himself back in. Being that the toy was a thing of his own creation, it was nothing to turn it back into shadows that greeted and surrounded him when he re-sheathed himself. And there was no small unwillingness on his captive’s part; Riku dissented completely and was boisterously voicing it with many a colorful term.

Until Ansem’s wide mouth was covering his again, tongue fucking him into silence. With his arms and legs still bond in their places on the bed, he was unable to further lash out at his tormenter for now.

But when the last of the toy faded out from his perception, that’s when Riku felt it. He wasn’t sure at first, with the way the cruel one slid back into him, but there really was no mistaking it now. He felt it, and it disturbed him, the way his body thrummed, even yearned for the missing pressure and thickness to be returned to it. It was more than that though, so much more that it was scaring him into sickness. His body was . . . it was utterly betraying him! It . . . it was suckling on the large form of the tanned one. He was clenching and releasing and clenching and releasing and trying to completely immerse the other inside himself, and just rippling and rippling his walls around him--but it wasn’t by his choice! He didn’t want this, pleasurable or not, and he couldn’t stop his body from acting.

The evil fool must have released his spell on him because unbidden he wound his legs and arms around the larger body, moaning as he drew the other’s cock further into himself. Gods what was he doing? Was Ansem’s darkness corrupting him and undermining his control this quickly? And his body was still attempting to milk darkness from the leaking head inside him. No, this wasn’t right, this wasn’t possible! He couldn’t let his body and mind get so carried away with this, couldn’t let any part of himself enjoy this. But . . . No! No! NO, he didn’t like any of this at all!

The elder was kissing at his cheek, allowing him a moment to recoup himself. Gods he had to stop this, he had to regain control of his body, starting with everything below the waist. He had to get himself to go completely still and not react to what was being done to him. If he didn’t participate than he might be able to clear up his mind.

Or the bastard could start to run his fingers along his chilled spine. Typical, he got an even halfway decent idea and his tormenter had to overhear it. Oh he really needed to kill sooooo many Heartless after this just to feel clean again. Even now it felt like the icy tendrils were weaving and undulating around his spine. They were not of his darkness, and felt wrong inside him whenever they moved, trying to thread in deeper against the nerves tying into his center. Even now he could feel the cold grip of them around his throat, as his violator continued to play with each bump in the centerline of his back. It was almost like he wanted to work his digits between the bones.

Wait a minute, why was his mouth open? He hadn’t wanted that. “Ah . . .” What the hell?! Riku certainly wasn’t trying to say something. “Ahh . . .” That might have been his voice, but he wasn’t making those noises! “Ahhnn . . .” What was happening?! Unless--Oh Gods, No! That Wasn’t Poss----

“ANSEM!” His back arched off the bed, pressing him tight to the body above him. “Oh Gods! Ansem please!” And his hips rolled into the other. “I-I need you so badly, please! Fuck me raw! Fill me with your glorious power! I know I’m not worthy, but I need your darkness to make me whole!” And he constricted for all he was worth around the other. “Flood this useless slave with your essence! Give my life purpose in pleasuring you!”

The bastard was just smiling and laughing at him as he made him say those outrageous things, fingers still treading up and down his spine. “Oh for the days when you will willingly say such words and mean them,” and he nuzzled his face, “I was able to penetrate a few more layers tonight, remember? The link between us will only grow stronger now, hence why I could ‘puppet’ you into saying such things,” more laughter as his throat was nipped at, “ah, Riku, you were perfect in your delivery, the breathiness, the desperate edge to your voice, even the bodily convolutions were spot on,” a kiss to his forehead, “you were brilliant love, simply smashing. I could have almost believed you were speaking under your own volition.”

He was going to kill him. He was going to kill him. He was goin--Why The Fuck Was His Body Still Suckling On Him?! Oh he was going to hurl. Screw manliness, masculinity, and all that noise, because right here and right now it wasn’t doing jack-shit for him. His body was still trying to pull the other into him, he was still whimpering, everything was still behaving without his consent to action. This was nothing like he wanted at all. The elder male was nipping lightly at his neck, fingers trailing away from his spine, and as they did, he felt himself come back to his mind, to his body.

But he continued to shiver under the larger form that hovered over him. The coldness inside him was too great, wrapped too tight around the centerline of his back, and it hurt. Now he was mewling softly, and it was his own voice, he own will. Gods, he was stealing warmth from him, so how could he be of any help to him? But the silent urge was still there, large body meant deep warmth, and he desperately craved something to distract him from the ice in his mind.

Ansem noticed something was off in the little sounds his pet made, and looked down on him with playful concern. The teen didn’t want to meet his gaze at first, but after some coaxing and a hand to keep him in place, his eyes betrayed him.

Cold.

So, very, cold.

It was the only thing flowing through his mind, the sheer depth to which the shadows chilled him. The scholar shushed his child, pulling him up to cuddle close to his body. He’d taken enough heat from the little one during the day, so he should have been able to provide an adequate distraction without further cooling his host. But still, there was something else, just one other thing he could do to distract him.

He pulled out with a gentle roll of his hips, beginning the last leg of their activities for the night. His little one made various sounds of protest, though none of them sounded like words. Ansem simply kissed away such trifling qualms from his forehead, his eyelids, his temples, along cheek bones, over the slight curving plumpness that his little rounded face had yet to lose but would do so all too soon, down to pouty lips, bruised and waiting.

Still he rocked himself out into the cold dark of their surroundings, then back into the maddening bliss, and he nipped at him, because a part of him still, still, still wanted to devour the fluttering heart in his breast, but that would never do, so he rocked in and out, out and in, and held him close to his larger body, firm and tight, planting kisses here and there along his shoulders, throat and head, loving the little sounds his host made, the protests and pleasure riding on each other’s backs as they slipped past unguarded lips, lips that were busied with larger lips and tongue and a passionate hunger that threatened to overwhelm his mind, so his hand found its way down to the weeping need that had been left to fend for itself, and his child was crying out again, in disgust, in passion, in ways that just made his sex stand harder, ache more furiously, almost stripped him of his rational, and he would almost let it happen, but if he did so in this incarnation he’d just be killing them both, so he gave him the treat of feeling his soul being slowly claimed by him with his maddening darkened way of inhuman and unbridled passion, coming as close to ‘the beast’ as he dared without losing himself to base animal instinct, but oh he would have to show his boy the finer points of animal instinct sometime through memories, and he loved the memories he was making now with his small one, his perfect thing.

His slave.

“Mine!” The word was out before he could stop himself, followed by a harsh love-bite to the neck.

Under him, Riku screamed bloody murder, his world going white with the last jab, and body closing hard around him. Then he was a fountain of snow.

Ansem did not still right away, again enjoying the pressure and heat, but at last he moaned the young one’s name in exaltation and spilled his power into an unwilling vessel. When he came down from his high, the man found pale hands around his tanned neck. And they were squeezing.

He blinked.

They tightened.

He raised an eyebrow.

They pressed harder.

Un-glazing titian looked down and found streaming turquoise.

‘Die.’ Cold. Sharp. A command.

‘Not tonight pet,’ his large hands tugged off and striped away the tiny pair, “Heartless do not breath, and I have no physical body even if they did.”

The child glared. ‘Yeah? Then why the fuck do you throb? You don’t have a heart, but you have a pulse?!’ No energy to speak, just yell with his mind. He didn’t expect the rolling laughter from the bastard.

“Oh, oh, oh! But I do have a heart,” he started to nuzzle his cheek, “I have your heart to dwell in, so I have your pulse to torment you with. But now, Riku, it is high time you left me for the company of dreams,” a kiss to his nose, “fear not, I will be awaiting your return.” And if it was anything like yesterday, he’d sleep until around mid-afternoon and then sit back on his heels as he silently observed his boy at play.

He too wanted to know more about the blond Keybearer.

The silver teen shuddered at the thought and tried to stay awake long enough to argue some point with the idiot. But soon his eyes were starting to sting and hurt from sleep deprivation, and he couldn’t keep his thoughts in order. Then he lost track of the arguments he wanted to make, all while the dark one continued to nuzzle and pet him like some favorite doll.

He was going to kill him. It was the last thing he thought before Kairi took his hand and led him off to the spot on the beach Sora was waiting at so they could race each other over the waterway.

The name of the raft depended on it.
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[1] No, DiZ/‘Ansem the Wise’ was NOT one of them. I’m talking about 2 nameless OCs, one female, one male, and probably in that order . . . maybe . . . Possible Kuja. (Even though I haven’t played any of the FF games . . . save 7, but I haven’t even finished it.)

[2] Yes, a Buffy The Vampire Slayer reference. But here ‘The Powers That Be’ is interchangeable with ‘High Ones’.

[3] Not sure if I’m abusing this term right. Basically Ansem’s talking about ‘sexual theory’, like the knowledge behind sex that makes it good . . .

[4] I’m sorry, I’m based in the USA, I don’t know if that’s what it’s called.

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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