Wow... aint I on a roll?

Another oneshot from your truly.

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Drugs.

I am sat now, my back against the hard oak of a dining room chair. I splay my hands across the table, reaching out as far as I can, and then pulling them back towards myself.

I am playing for time. I know that. So, whilst I am here, I shall think of happy thoughts. Or dreams that are joyful. Like, this table for instance. This table. Our table.

I say our table, because saying 'our' means it doesn't just belong to me. Which it doesn't. This table had another owner. My partner. My lover. Riku. We had decided to buy this table together.

I had seen the way his eyes lit up when their beautiful aqua gaze fell upon this rich, brown surface. He had found the perfect table to go in our dining room. And if Riku loved it, I had to buy it. We had bought the table and brought it home that very night.

I laugh as my mind goes back to what this table has been used for. We ate at it, we played cards over it, and once or twice it had been used as support in fiery nights where we became one, when we made love, my bare skin rubbing against it, my hands gripping the sides tightly, until the colour ran out from between my knuckles and my fingers burned.

The smiles leaves my lips. Yes, this table had been used for support. To support Riku when he staggers home, an obscene smile plastered on his face and white granules licking the base of his nose.

It was the drugs that made Riku rough. Don't get me wrong, he doesn't hit me or anything, but when he comes home, you will see what I mean. It's not bad enough for me to leave him now, but it's uncomfortable in the least.

I haven't seen Riku normal for a long time now. He's either high, or spiraling down in the aftermath of the drugs. When this happens, I hold him close whilst he cries and whines, and coo softly in his ear.

"Shhh baby… it will be alright. Calm down baby…"

My words are like poison. Like in Shakespeare, they will seep into his ears and lull him to sleep.

But it isn't permanent. Even I know that. The next day, he will be 'himself' again. He will be happy, he will be horny, he will be mad. He will grin and laugh, hold my hands or push me down onto my knees whenever he feels like it. Whenever the drugs tell him to. I just go with it. It hurts more if you struggle. It hurts so much more. But I still love it.

He's like a dark angel, my Riku. you see times when he is as happy as a child receiving candy. And then, sudden as the wind changes, he is fierce and hungry with lust. Lust for me.

I blush at that. Me and Riku have got so far together. We are so in love.

And then it hits me. Hard.

What if I'm wrong? What if Riku isn't in love with me? What if the drugs are? What is the drugs have gotten such a forced control over his mind that he's believing things he doesn't want to?

Chill Sora. Just chill. Riku loved you before he was on drugs… remember?

I force a smile and push the chair away from the table with a screech, standing up and making my way into the living room. I am so tired. But I can't sleep. I can't. What if he comes home? What if he comes home and I need to look after him? What is? What if?

So many possibilities. My eyes start to close as I drift into and endless abyss.

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I am dreaming. The haze across the room tells me that.

Riku is stood in front of me, stroking my face and talking to himself. His talking grows louder, so it is not longer a whisper, but a pounding voice in the back of my mind.

A little piece of my heart, washed away by the tide,

We all hide what we hate; we all hate what we hide,

He is singing. His voice sounds broken, like a cracked accordion.

I want to fly away to a far away land,

Where our hearts are the sea and our souls are the sand,

I close my eyes, and Riku's breath is on my lips, the moist skin brushing against my own.

And the blood on your hands will soon fade away,

By the tide of tears that gave you away,

My throat goes dry.

And I know you are crazy, I know you're insane,

But I will hold you and teach you and take all of your pain,

And keep it myself in a tiny pink box,

Until that fateful day,

When opportunity knocks…

I hear a noise at the door.

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My eyes flicker, surrendering to the light I forgot to turn off. I cast my sapphire gaze to the clock. One hand points slightly more to the right than the larger one, which points straight up. I sigh. 3 o'clock. He will be home soon. It's late enough. He will either come home and sleep, allowing me one night of mercy, or he will come home and fuck me. It's all the same.

We don't make love anymore. We don't even fuck each other. He fucks me. It has been a while since he teased me, drawing me up to my climax, but waiting for the perfect time, making sure I respond to every one of his touches, to every kiss. He used to touch me in ways that made me feel like I was the most beautiful person to walk the planet. His hands used to be experienced, used to brush across my skin with dignity.

Yet now his touch is clumsy, and his intentions are selfish. It is no longer about both of us, but him, and him alone.

I hear the door open in the distance. There are voices. Two of them. He has brought a friend home. This is rare.

Just to my relief, he leaves his friend outside, waving him off. I freeze in the living room, my hands welded to my sides. What will happen tonight?

"Sooooooooora…" He calls me in a kitten like voice. I knew it. I know what is going to happen now. His voice, he deliberately lowered it into a more seductive tone.

I see him swagger into the living room and reality hits. He is dangerously beautiful, like a spider that is fatally venomous, but you can't resist to touch. He motions me to get him a coffee. God knows, he doesn't need it with all that coke in his system.

I am afraid to turn away, but I walk into the kitchen anyway. I take up his mug and shake granules into it. The brown kind. The safe kind. I add a little spoonful of sugar to sweeten the taste. I flick the switch of the kettle and sit down at the dining table. Across from Riku.

We sit in silence. I admire him. he admires me. We gaze at each other across the table, not saying a word.

Time seems to collapse in on itself. I hear the clock in the living room ticking loudly, clearly, ringing out into the silent void that rested upon the kitchen.

I was relieved when the kettle pinged. I shot up like a bolt and went to pick the kettle up, when I stop, noticing a hand on my own.

Riku. He stand behind me, trapping me between the countertop and himself. I wriggle around in the small space I have and look at him questioningly.

Please. Don't so this. Not tonight. I have waited for you to come home so I can help you. This won't help, this won't help…

My thoughts pass unnoticed. His pupils are huge. A pink tongue darts out quickly, removing a few stray granules from his lips. The lips that are so close to mine, my lips are hot and sticky from his breath.

"Sora I think caffeine would be bad for me. Do you think I would be able to sleep?"

I swallow the lump in my throat, forcing it down my gullet. "B-But Riku… you asked for a coffee…"

"I didn't…" He smirks and pushed himself against me, so I have my back arched against the countertop, my spine grinding against the cold marble. I have nowhere to put my hands at all, so they hang limp at my sides.

He leans down and I turn my head to the side. I close my eyes tight, gasping a little when something warm and moist traces my earlobe. He whispers. I freeze.

"P…P-Punish me?"

He grabs my shoulders in a vice like grip and forces me towards him, shoving his mouth so hard onto mine, it hurts. Salty blood trickles down my chin as his teeth nip my lips, and a pain explodes in my mouth. I can feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes, the ones I squeeze shut, to escape from reailty. I taste blood and a tinge of drugs on my tongue. I lower my arms, pushing him away, just enough to make this kiss enjoyable.

He doesn't let me. His steely fingers grip my wrists tightly, refusing to let go. I attempt to slide to the side, away from him. I am desperately trying to soften this mad embrace, to try and stop him from tearing my mouth to shreds. He doesn't let me. His kiss becomes more vicious, almost possessive. I am frightened. This Riku scared me. I didn't like being ravaged like a broken doll.

A cry escapes my lips as his hands roughly grab my waist and sits me upright on the countertop. My legs dangled by his sides, and he looks at me, a crude look washing over his face.

A moment passes. Then another. I blink, noticing how closely he is observing my face.

I doesn't last long. He is soon at my mouth again, biting my tongue. I wrap my legs around his waist, because otherwise, I am going to fall off. His hands find my thighs, my back, my ass. He lifts me up as if I am made of paper and sits me down on the table.

I hear the mug hit the floor. Smash.

When I'm busy worrying about the mug, somehow, he has taken off my pants. They are wrapped tightly around my ankles. He had what he needed. He didn't need anything else.

He turns me round. I was crying now, harder than before, but he still doesn't notice. He was just going to ram himself inside him when I still wasn't ready. I hear a familiar zipping nose from behind me and I try to move away. I feel his cold hands on my hips I bite my sore bottom lip, flinching from the pain it gives me. It's no use.

Riku breathes out, fast, then, he cruelly forces himself inside me. I scream. He doesn't give me a moment to catch myself, oh no. He pulls out and slams right back into me again. I cry out, reaching across the table to grasp something, anything.

There is nothing. I stretch out as far as I can and grip the edges of the table, hard, so they start making red welts in my palms. Riku throws his head back, closing his eyes and thrusting fatser, making a grunting sound with every push. I feel a gloopy substance trickle down the back of my thighs. It's blood. God, it hurts so much. I don't stop screaming. And when I do, I let out a choked, "R-Riku" or a "S-Stop".

He doesn't listen. He's digging his fingernails into my shoulder now, raking them through my skin. How would I explain that to my friends at collage? Would they know of another drug filled, lustful night with Riku? would they guess?

My body bucks, against my will. I can feel the sweat sticking my hair to my face. I close my eyes tightly. Riku was so stubborn. Until he had his release, I was a slave to him. A slave to submit to his wants and needs, no matter how much it hurt. I throw my head forward, my thighs grinding into the table. Riku has so much pent up frustration, from the drugs; I won't be able to walk tomorrow.

Yet, relief washes through me. Riku is going to rehab tomorrow. He promised me. I cry out again, this time more in pleasure than in pain and he tangles a hand in my hair, dragging it back and leaning forwards, so his lips graze my neck, leaving marks to couple those trails on my shoulders.

He goes faster, thrusting desperately trying to meet his climax. I know I am close too. Fresh blood fills my mouth as I accidentally bite my tongue. It is nearly over. Waves of pleasure flood through me as Riku rides out the last of his orgasm, his seed filling me and drenching my thighs and ass with overflow. There is a mess on the table seconds later.

He pulls out of me with a grunt and zips his pants back up. My legs give out and I collapse on the floor, not bothering to pull my pants back up. I hurt so much.

Riku seems different. It is then that I notice his eyes are back to normal, and he is looking at me with regret in his aqua eyes.

"I've got to stop doing this…" he mumbles guiltily. I don't answer. Does he mean me or the drugs?

His arms wrap around me and he lifts me up, which is good, because I can't walk at all. There is a dull pain in my rear and searing pains throughout the rest of my body.

I feel cold sheets flutter down over my body and Riku lays an icy hand on my sweaty forehead before kissing it gently.

"I'm going to rehab tomorrow. Will you come with me?"

I nod. No more strength left to talk. His arms have found their way around me and I shuffle into a more comfortable position, turning in the sheets so my head is buried in his shoulder. I lean into his touch. So tired.

My eyes shoot open as I feel a stroking round my ass. I clutch his shoulder, and he smiles, removing his hand, and a blood stained tissue. I manage a weak smile before snuggling up to him again. There are times when he is sweet, but there are also times when he is dangerous. Dark angel, remember? I know that, but yet, it's hard to differentiate between them.

Yes. Tomorrow is going to be a good day. I just know it is. Even though it will be hard for him, I'll be there to help him. to support him. I'll help him with his demons.

And for once, I shall be happy to admit my relationship with him I don't have to be ashamed anymore.

And when Riku gets over his treatment, he will be happy too. He will be happy being back to normal.

He will turn back.

Turn back to the Riku I fell in love with.

Ouch. Soppy.

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