Title: Everything but Nothing - Twilight
Pairing: RoxasRiku
Prompt: Table #5 - 001: Twilight
Words: ~420
Rating: NC-17/R
Summary: Riku wants to know how someone so close can feel so far.
A/N: 50scenes challenge. I'm so confused! I'm desperate to go watch the World Cup right now. T^T
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts
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Twilight
The dual keyblade wielder stood out from the very start. That black hood couldn't hide his hair well. The soft sandy blond coloured hair. The dusky shade of the glow when the sun sets. It shone so brightly in The World that Never Was. It was a brilliant shade that was the twilight in the wet, dark and gloomy world, the lamppost that lights up desolated streets.
Riku wondered when his hair lost its shine.
Perhaps it was when Roxas and cruelly pushed him against a dull looking wall, ripping off pieces of clothing. Or maybe it was when Roxas had penetrated him, over and over till the only thing he could remember was Roxas' hair, the hair that stood out so brightly in the dimly lit world.
Riku reached before him and ran his fingers through the hair that defied gravity, the hair that refused to bend down to the pouring rain.
Shuddering as Roxas pressed up against him, most likely taking Riku's action as an invitation, Riku wondered how he could even think that The World that Never Was would open up its arms and welcome someone so bright. As Roxas forcefully pushed their lips together, Riku realised that it wasn't only Roxas' hair that resembled twilight, the boy kissing him was like a dying flame, about to be extinguished by the night.
Yet the blond teen seemed so far away, as though he were in another world.
"What are you thinking about?" Roxas asks, his fingers tangling themselves in Riku's locks of silver hair.
The older teen brought a hand up to caress the other's cheeks before speaking solemnly "I don't know, why don't you tell me?"
"I'm not the one with a heart" Roxas retorts, his hand sprawled over where Riku's heart resided.
Riku wonders if he should tell the other that he doesn't have a heart anymore, that it was Roxas who now had his heart, or whatever is left of that piece of blood pumping organ.
Roxas merely pushes the older teen harder against that same dull wall, his kisses becoming more forceful, more demanding.
The boy with sea green eyes does not do anything but respond. He wanted to feel more, more from the person pressing so intimately against him, more from the person who he can't seem to reach at all, this 'body' before him, a shadow cast by the twinkling flame of The World that Never Was.
Riku wondered if everything was just a dream, a figment of his imagination.