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Growing Darkness	By : wickedorin Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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"Growing Darkness"
and the general concept of "Growing Darkness" is completely copyright Orin
Drake 2006. All characters contained within and terms like "Organization
XIII" are owned by Square-Enix and Disney. Lucky, lucky bastards.

        Background:
I was inspired by the drop-dead gorgeous works of RubyD.

Growing Darkness

by Orin Drake

        Beaten.
By a kid.

        Well,
not any kid, obviously. Riku knew the truth about the young Nobody...
but that didn't help his pride any. It didn't make losing any less
painful.

        Nor
did it make his punishment for having lost any less surreal. He'd
known about the Organization, of course... but to have them all descending
upon him in their black coats, hoods up to cover their faces...

        There
was confusion even before anger. The sudden rush of bodies could
easily have been fought away if only he'd not wasted so much energy already--moving
to defend himself, he realized his arms were already being restrained.
Turning to yell something along the lines of a threat or a curse, he found
fingers silencing his attempt, sliding uninvited into his mouth.

        Panic
overcame him even before he realized one of them had grasped hold of his
coat's zipper. He glared up at the perpetrator--only to flinch in
horror at the man standing back, watching the whole thing. That grin,
from under the hood... those cruel lips framed by bright silver hair...
so familiar...

        Darkness.
He struggled like mad, but all of his limbs were being held. He realized
at once that his coat was being pulled off, his pants quickly following
suit.

        Desperation.
He flailed to no avail as the darkness continued to encase his vision--only
realizing when he felt a pressure around his head that it was a blindfold.


Sora... he bit back a helpless sound, crying out in his mind.
If
any part of you is here... please stop this...

        There
was no saving grace. There was no mercy.

        A
dark chuckle, somewhere in front of him. A quiet, almost amused,
"He's a lovely thing, isn't he..?" from somewhere not so far behind.
Hands were all over, rushing to touch the pale flesh of his chest, back,
hips--Riku growled low in his throat when something far warmer than a hand
began to tease at places
far off-limits to any enemy.

        "Ow!"
the owner of the fingers in his mouth exclaimed, laughing quietly soon
after. "Boy bites."

        "I'll
bet." Came a low rumble from behind, a new hand stroking over a hip
and further, moving behind...

        Someone
cursed when Riku nearly managed to pull a leg free. "He kicks,
too."

        "Brilliant."
A word nearly half-giggled against the inside of his thigh.

        He
couldn't manage to escape. They moved together to pull him back,
forcing his legs to part just enough for--

        Amused,
self-righteous sounds covered his quick gasp. It had been... a very
long time. Add to that the hot tongue wrapping too slowly around
that goddamn traitorous portion of--

        "Heh.
Hey, he likes it."

        "Oh,
who wouldn't?"

        The
tongue pulled away for only one, quick, "Shut up." The warm heat
returned instantly--a ready mouth fully engulfing the heat of Riku's attempted
denial.

        There
was rage far more than fear. Embarrassment didn't even play into
the situation. He was angry at losing, angry at being used, helpless,
angry at his body for what it was putting him through. Pain was something
he could eventually disconnect from; even such unwelcome pleasure, especially
after he'd already spent so much energy, was impossible to push away.

        A
surprised cry was finally pulled from him by teeth grazing his nipple.
A low, playful chuckle assured him it was not missed--right before lips
and tongue descended, attempting to wring more of a response from him.

        The
combination of silken heat around his (by then absolutely undeniable) arousal
and a practiced mouth running all over the expanse of his chest, then slowly
down to his abdomen... it was an insane, horrifying, nightmarishly pleasant
hell. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning, managing
to taste blood when another pair of lips, then teeth, began to move ever
so delicately along his neck and down the side.

        Somebody
laughed; a cold, cruel sound despite how quiet it was. Whispered,
just against his earlobe, "I don't think this is much for punishment
anymore."

        "Was
it ever?" was asked by another, tone low and keen--in on a joke that the
others laughed at.

        Rage
burned hotter... unfortunately, that much had started to backfire.
It took every ounce of effort not to buck into the mouth that would only
allow him so far in. When a nearly delicate finger started to trace
along the curves of his back and then lower, that rage took on an edge
of thoughtless panic.

        "Don't
bother." It sounded like an order from a mountain top, spoken with
celestial authority. That voice... that damn voice... it was exactly
like--

        "B-but..."
came softly from somewhere beside him. "I mean... he ought to be...
prepared... right?"

        "Just.
Move." Was barked. "And hold him."

        No.
Fear bled straight into panic as all teasing touches disappeared.
No, no. He felt air shifting in front of him, someone moving closer.
The hands at his arms held tighter, the ones at his legs pulling hard against
his every attempt to keep them together, closed, keeping him safe... No!

No, not this--!

        Familiarity.
Again. Even the way his throat felt shattered into a million pieces
after he'd screamed with the brutal agony was the same. The sharp
pain of the thing inside... the warmth of the blood... it was all the same.

        At
least back then, the first time, he'd been able to fight back. It
didn't save him, but he didn't feel quite as helpless. There weren't
minions to hold him back... though there could have been. No, the
man had liked to see him fight... but this one...

        The
raw throat didn't stop the next shriek. It was thorough, it was cruel--he
tried to breathe heavily enough to pass out, but the splintering pain of
every thrust kept preventing him from controlling his own lungs.

        That
quiet, timid voice; it was something he barely heard over his own rasping
for air and calm and death and ending and Please stop and
Sora
where are you..? "H-hey Xe--"

        The
violent rhythm stopped for only a second--interrupted by a startlingly
loud strike, a soft yelp following. Hands remained clenched on Riku's
limbs... but some of them shivered, grasping tighter. Others betrayed
no reaction at all.

        Later,
Riku would wonder who tried to defend him. It hadn't been the voice
of the Nobody he'd been after... but any coherent thought was lost when
a hand was woven through his hair, grasping hard at the back of his scalp.
It was no longer the pain of the invasion overwhelming him, or even the
sudden lurch of his stomach as he felt hot breath over his own lips.

        It
was what was spoken. What was said to him, only to him. Vicious.
Scoffing. Finding exactly the most painful wounds to drive weapons
back into. "You will not have him. He's too pure for you."

        He
believed himself to have lost full minutes. His body was too cold,
the shaking from the blood loss and the overall experience was just too
overwhelming. Minutes, but not hours. That much was... was
"good"...

        Still
blindfolded, still naked, Riku merely laid there limply on the cobblestones
and wondered why the boy hadn't been part of that. Defiant as the
youngest Nobody was... Riku was certain he'd never felt the blond's touch.
There were no... small hands on him. Some delicate ones, but not
in that way.

        Of
course, it wasn't as if the Nobody had stopped the events.
His pleas went unheard... just like always. His pain was his alone
to bear... and, when he could manage, he would damn well pick himself up
and limp back to... wherever it was... he was supposed to... go...

        He
could believe the blindfold capable of stopping tears. He could make
himself believe. It... it hurt. Everything hurt.
That last physical bit there was... just another bump in the road.
Just one more mark to add. The words, though...

        Footsteps.
Slow and quiet. Riku rolled over. Throat exposed, solar plexus
completely unguarded... it was stupid. But sometimes oblivion looks
pretty good...

        "Here."
The voice was soft... careful... young...

        The
very word indicated motion on Riku's part. He didn't particularly
like that... but he reached out with a shaking hand, not much caring if
it was only to be broken. Instead... a Hi-Potion was placed in his
palm. He only knew the bottle's shape due to the many times he'd
reached blindly for one in his pocket, fighting on the edge of life and
death... The words were dry, shaking... "Th--... thank you."

        There
was hesitation, for a moment... and then the simple footsteps of the Nobody
walking away.

        Why
did I leave it here?!?! I know, I even annoyed myself with that.
But... well. It's still... ending here. So... yeah. I
think I've royally screwed myself by actually wondering what happens after...
and who did what... and oh damn.

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you'd like to be e-mailed when I update, drop me a line (orin(at)sephain.com)
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