Inspired by a puppy shipping story of the same… Er, style I guess. This is the only time I will say this, so here ya go. This stories will contain rape, slavery, suicidal thoughts, promiscuity, etc. Enjoy. And I promise you, they will end with at least somewhat happy endings.

Also, I will update every Saturday for the remainder of the summer, and I can't really say after that, they'll come when they come. The more you review on a certain story, the more likely I am to write the next piece to it.

Divine Legacy I

The man was handsome in every sense of the word. His skin was golden-tanned and rippling with solid muscles. Attractive scars marked his bare upper body, tight leather pants gave a perfect view of his ass. Spiky blonde hair, some strands hanging down to frame his well-shaped face and glowing blue eyes.

But the eyes held a deadly, maddened gleam that scared the silverette boy more than a good-looking form enticed him. Behind him, his mother stood making goo-goo eyes at the other's father. "Ares. It's truly lovely to see you again." Aphrodite said, gliding forward.

The tall, muscular man smirked at her. "It is indeed. Meet my son, Cloud." He gestured to the blonde, and she gave him a once-over before gesturing to her child.

"This is my youngest, Riku." With that both deities disappeared, leaving both boys alone. Riku nodded uneasily to the other and took a seat on the edge of a fountain. Cloud remained still and silent for a while, then drew a dagger and began to sharpen it.

The silverette flinched slightly at the harsh sounds, then glanced angrily at the older man. "Is that all you're going to do?" He asked sharply, getting up to leave. His mother could have her tryst without him, he wasn't going to put up with this.

The blonde suddenly had a grip on his arm. "Don't leave." He ordered before releasing the boy and pacing back to his former place. The pale, delicate skin of Aphrodite's son already was darkening, forming into a nasty looking bruise. Riku glared at the other demigod.

"Why should I listen to you?" He snarled, turning to leave again. Before he had taken a step, a huge hand banded around his neck, shoving him against a wall. The teen struggled, gasping for breath as black spots dotted his vision. The hand tightened dangerously.

"Stop it! You're going to break my neck!" The silverette cried out, writhing away from the taller man's grip. His fight died down, exhaustion placing heavy weights on his limbs. Without further noise, the blonde dropped him to the ground so he landed with a thump on the paved floor.

"Don't leave." Cloud repeated, a warning growl accompanying the words. He stayed where he stood, looming over Riku intimidating. His eyes, the gorgeous color somehow made even more beautiful with the sky as a backdrop, were completely unreadable except the gleam of insanity.

Riku drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. His entire body arched away from the war god's son instinctively, but sarcastic words rolled off his lips despite his fear. "Pray tell me what you think I should do then." He spat out.

The blonde stirred restlessly, as though unused to standing still. "Sit. Look pretty. Isn't that what your mother is the goddess of?"

A loud smack echoed through the pavilion. "Don't you ever talk about my mother like that, you warhound." He said, deadly calm, while massaging his hand. The appendage itself was a scarlet color from the force of the hit. Hatred sparked in his eyes.

The sky-colored eyes narrowed with fury, and a flash of something else that chilled the silverette to the bone. He grabbed the teen's wrists, hard enough to hurt, but not to bruise. "You're brave, for a child of Aphrodite." He rumbled, watching with apparent interest as Riku tried to knee him in the crotch. A swift movement had the silverette shoved against the wall and able only to wriggle helplessly like a newborn kitten.

In the next instant, Cloud's mouth was slamming onto Riku's, the intensity terrifying and seductive at once. The kiss wasn't filled with love, or even affection. Lust, yes, definitely, but mostly anger, and hate, and emotions that brought up a primal instinct to hurt and dominate.

Unfortunately, the silverette had no possible way of beating the blonde, and he knew it. The tongue that immediately forced itself past lips and teeth to battle his own, and the hands that left searing, painful-but-pleasuring touches all over his body were proof of that. Shirts went flying ripped to shreds by the war child, and pants were ripped down. Dry fingers probed Riku's ass, which he objected to but was ignored about.

A hot mouth moved from his mouth, following his cheekbone to bite harshly on his earlobe. Riku snarled, raking bloody scratches deep into the muscles of the man's back. "If you don't want me in you dry, I think you know what to do. As the child of the patron of sex, you should know all about this."

Riku was shivering, the cold of the air and the heat of Cloud warring with his temperature. He knelt, hissing as another finger joined the others. The object of his attentions, huge and not even fully erected yet. With a nervous gulp, he licked slowly along the thick length before taking it in his mouth and swallowing again. The blonde hissed in pleasure, thrusting into Riku's mouth and nearly choking him.

The silverette gagged and hurriedly withdrew, fondling Cloud's heavy sacs to distract him. The blonde growled like an animal, thrusting less deeply. It wasn't his intention to choke the boy, after all. In a minute, he started to get impatient and gripped the boy's silver locks and pulled his head back. Riku gasped in pain, bringing a long-fingered, delicate hand to the other's in an attempt to keep his hair from being pulled out.

Cloud kissed him again, this time with pure, carnal lust. He pushed him up the wall once more before shoving in to the hilt and thrusting in and out. Riku hissed like a wet cat, nails biting into the tanned skin. The older teen gave a particularly forceful movement, angling his hips just right, and the silverette bit deeply into his shoulder as it hit his sweet spot. Instead of getting angry at the pain, Cloud gave a cat-like purr and nipped at Riku's ear.

The silverette growled back, eyes narrowed to angry-but-pleasured slits. The metallic but sweet taste of the blonde's blood was somehow addictive, and for a moment, he lapped at it with the same animal-like mindset as the dominating creature above him. Then, his prostate was stimulated again and he screamed his wantonness to the world. The haze of sex clouded his mind, and he didn't notice the pain that came with it.

Riku came, hard, his seed splattering all over both of their stomachs as his inner walls milked Cloud dry as well. Panting, they lay exhausted on the ground, Cloud's arms imprisoning the smaller boy near him. Riku didn't care, too tired to do anything but wait out what happened next. The blonde manifested a silver slave collar set with crystals and placed it around his neck.

"You're mine." He said. His voice brooked no argument, and the silverette gave none. Not because he was okay with it, but because he literally couldn't speak to save his life. The blonde seemed to know that, picking him up and wrapping his long red cape around the boy's frail body. "No one sees what is mine without my permission." He answered the unspoken question just as their parents returned.

…I told you it would be dark, so no flames about that.

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