Author's Note: Hi there! This is a little fic that i've been writing on It was originally a plot bunny from M.D Sora on that site...not sure if she's here or not. At any rate, I figured that i'd just post this bad boy on here too, and then simply direct you to the...ahem...questionable chapters when the time comes, as i'm not allowed to show all your virgin eyes the NC17 stuff on this site. Whatever...

Disclaimers: The usual apply. I don't own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters in it. Also, THIS IS YAOI! THAT MEANS TWO MEN KISSING/HUGGING/GETTING IT ON! If you don't like YAOI then please leave this work of YAOI! That means no flaming, as it will not affect this story in any way shape or form...

Without Further Ado
I've Been Waiting Forever

He was alone in his bed, the sun rising in the eastern sky as his dark angel's shadow melted down to rest for the day. Softly the blue-eyed youth sighed, his eyes closing as sleep overtook him. He would sleep all day, awaiting the setting of the sun and the return of his pale lover to his arms. It had been this way for months, each night growing in intensity until the youth could hardly contain his excitement as he watched the gentle lowering of the glowing orb.

This day would be a deadly exception.

Without warning, the front door of his home was flung open, five large men from the village pouring into his bedroom and beginning to throw his furniture around. When they came up to him he didn't even bother to struggle, knowing full well that it would do him no good in the end. Instead, he held peacefully still as they bound his hands behind his back, doing his best to ignore the curses spouted in his direction.

Coffin bait…food for the dead they called him.

Still, he ignored them. He ignored them when they dragged him from his home. He ignored them as they led him through the forest and toward the river. Though his fear was beginning to swell, he managed to never give them one ounce of panic…not one outcry of terror. And he was terribly afraid…he could tell it by the fine trembling that was starting in his limbs as he walked, the soft morning rays catching his mahogany locks. There would be no one to save him this time.

And still…he called for him.

Somewhere deep underground, his lover lay dead for the day. If the silver-haired vampire had been awake, perhaps he might have heard the near frantic mental cries of his lover, who was now being forcefully pushed to his knees beside a quickly flowing river. As it was however, Riku was dead to the world, and couldn't hear anything…it would be hours before he discovered what had happened.

"Repent!" the priest cried out, striking the cerulean-eyed boy across the face with his bible. The boy had been unprepared for such an assault, and he rocked forward, the water splashing on his chest as it soaked him nearly instantly. His teeth began to chatter as he gathered up his mental courage again. They were going to kill him no matter what he said or did…what difference did it make if he spoke?

The rest of the men began echoing the priest, taking turns kicking and hitting the younger male until he was gasping for air and tears stung the back of his eyes. The men were murmuring to each other…didn't he want to be saved? Didn't he want to throw off the trappings of the devil? Apparently not…this particular youth was not to be saved.

"If you will not save yourself," the priest said, holding his bible close to his chest. "Than you leave us no choice but to send your soul to the dark one…"

"Tell us where the nightwalker lays!" One man suddenly cried out, grabbing that cinnamon colored hair in a vicious hold and pulling his head back sharply. A pained hiss escaped the brunet's lips, deceptively soft in the early morning gloom.

"No!" he yelled finally, his voice lower than one might have expected from that fragile looking frame. All of the men took a step backwards, obviously surprised by the sudden vocal outburst. Each of them looked at the other in turn, all of the gazes eventually settling back on the youth. Each breath was being forced out quickly; fogging the air with each quick exhale…it had taken everything he had to push that word out. His lungs felt like they were on fire…

"No? No," the man mocked, bringing his eyes within inches of that frightened blue gaze. "No…and why is that?"

"I love him."

A collective gasp rang out from the group. In love with a bloodsucker? In love with a whore of death? Who would admit to such a thing? And more than that…in love with another man! After a few moments of trying to calm down the rabble, the priest turned his back on what was about to become a very…distasteful scene. No need to get his hands dirty in it…

"My child…we will save you from his evil. We will break the wicked spell he has cast upon you. May God grant you mercy." With those words he took a few steps away, his voice ringing out over the silence that had settled with the spoken words of that youth.

"Drown him."

Hours later, the sun sank into the west, forcing breath into a lifeless body and snapping open aquamarine eyes. Riku awoke with a smile, heart pounding as he imagined his lover waiting for him at the door of his house, lips ready to be kissed and love flowing from those eyes. How long had Riku waited for that touch? How long had he dreamt of those eyes? Eyes the color of the sky…

"Azure?" he called, pushing open the door to the house. When no answering call came back, Riku began to worry, his nostrils flaring as he picked up the scent of numerous people. People he didn't recognize and knew weren't supposed to be in that house. Within moments he'd searched the whole house, nearly falling over when he saw the shabby state of the bedroom, sheets strewn about and scuff marks on the floor.

It was then that Riku noticed it, the lack of Azure's gentle pressure in his mind. How could that be? Closing his eyes, he tried to call to him, only to receive resounding silence as a response. His heart stopped as though a stake had been shoved through…

"Azure!" he cried, running quickly through the front door, following the lingering scent of his lover thought the branches of the trees, down an embankment and to the river where his eyes finally beheld what had become of his darling second heart.

"No, no, no, no, no, no…" he repeated, his voice growing higher with each step until he knelt down next to the body of Azure Hawkins, a youthful lad of eighteen who's beauty and good nature could bewitch even the most frozen heart. Now his body lay battered and broken, his hair having dried on his face from where they'd thrown him after he'd been drowned.

Riku placed the broken body in his arms, tears that were tinged pink sliding down his cheeks and into the chestnut locks as he rocked Azure back and forth. In the hundred years that Riku had been a vampire, he'd never once considered it a curse, but now, as he looked down at a face that even in death was more beautiful than the Virgin Mary herself…he thought otherwise. Azure…had died because of Riku. Died at the hands of men who's only thought had been that a vampire bedded him each night.

Died…for Riku's love…

"Forgive me, my love…" he sobbed, silver hair falling into his face as he picked up his lover's body.

He would make them all pay. He wouldn't rest until each of the men who'd harmed Azure were bleeding and without their heads. He would murder their wives, their children if he had to…but they would suffer like Azure had suffered, struggling under the water as his life slowly flowed from his lungs.

And so he did. And finally, one long night and countless bodies later, he knelt down beside the boy's hand dug grave and wept. He would never see another moon…he promised himself that. He promised it with each handful of dirt he threw aside and each anguished cry that left his lips that he would never awaken until he could smell Azure's scent rush to his nostrils through the damp earth that Riku now covered himself in.

Years passed slowly as Riku slept, the small village that he'd lived in during 1285 became a bustling city by 2005. The cottages that had once lined the streets were replaced by towering skyscrapers that reached up into a sky as blue as that long forgotten boy's eyes. No one knew of the two unmarked graves that waited deep in a thicket in the park. Long had those two people been covered with moss and ivy. The world had stopped believing in vampires…the world had nearly stopped believing in love.

Until finally, hundreds of years later, another young man pushed his way through the branches that surrounded those two graves and smiled. It was a gorgeous view, the river below him and the trees around him…he could see the rest of the city in the distance, but it seemed almost unreal. It was perfect. He'd wanted to be alone, to take a long walk without people hounding him, without an annoying mother hovering over him protectively. So he was sick…that didn't mean everyone had to make such a fuss over him.

Sora sat down on a patch of ivy, staring out over the dark river with a mixture of sadness and brimming hope. He still had so many dreams, so many goals for the future. Why was everyone so insistent on reminding him of his impending death? Couldn't they just let him live for as long as he had?

Rolling onto his side, he cuddled down into the plants below him, curling his long fingers around the bright green foliage. It was strange…he'd never bothered to come to this part of the park before in his life, but now as he smiled into the ground, he felt like he belonged. The feeling wrapped around him, sinking into his brain, until he was absolutely certain that this was what home truly felt like.

"Sora! Come on honey, it's getting dark!" he heard, his mother's voice snapping him out of his thoughts. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that the sun was setting, prompting him to wonder just how long he'd been lying there. He didn't have time to think long about it however as his mother was now hollering nearly every two seconds for him to come.

Sighing, Sora got up and began making his way towards the park's entrance, never noticing the subtle movement that shook and disturbed the ground where his body had previously lain. A foot shot out first, soon accompanied by an arm and eventually a whole body. While one would expect a body that had been buried for hundreds of years to be filthy, this man rose pristine, vampiric powers shedding the dirt and grime without so much as a thought.

Riku took his first breath in several centuries, lungs burning and mouth falling open with the pleasure of that sharp pain. The pleasure was short-lived however as he realized that he was, in fact, awake. He had sworn to never see another night! Sworn it! He held his face in his hands a moment before something caught his attention…a soft scent that stained the air and made the silver-haired vampire's heart begin to race in his chest.

The softest musk…mingled with the unmistakable smell of sandalwood. Azure's scent…his lover's unique smell.

His eyes flew open wide, only to be shut again instantly as the light of the moon threatened to burn out his retinas. Such agony! Years in the grave had made his eyes used to the dark…it would take some time before he could effectively see again. So, ripping off a long black strip of fabric from his coat, he fastened it swiftly around his head and stood up. He didn't have time to worry about something so trivial as his eyesight...now his only mission was to find the source of that smell, to let his other senses take over where his eyesight was lacking.

And there was another issue pounding at his consciousness, demanding it be noticed. The blood lust was rising in his veins with ever-increasing speed, making his skin clammy and his mind go foggy. He was having trouble even hearing anything beyond the high pitched sounds in his ears that were threatening to consume him.

That was when he felt it, the rushing sound of blood flowing through a mortal's veins. How long had it been since he'd heard that sound? Hundreds of years had passed since he'd tasted that coppery flavor on his tongue, felt the hot, nearly orgasmic rush of pleasure as the blood rushed from their body to his own. He was undone…he'd have to satiate this need before he sought out the source of his awakening.

Sora walked slowly through the grass, not really wanting to go home and not really wanting to stay. Stopping for the moment, he ignored the heated calls of his mother and stared up at the sky, imagining for the moment that his whole life would change. He had a brief moment of de-ja-vu…as though this whole scene had happened before, as though it were about to happen again.

Azure had stood alone in the field, his eyes skyward and his long hair trailing to his shoulder blades. The figure had approached him slowly, silver hair nearly brushing his ass as he approached. They'd stared at each other for a moment, blue into the deepest aqua, and there had been a brilliant second of understanding. Until Riku shot forward, his fangs nearly sinking into that creamy skin before…

"Ah!" Sora cried out, feeling his head shooting backwards and a sharp pressure burying itself against the skin of his neck. Struggling seemed to do him no good, as the grip that held him was viselike, nearly bruising in its intensity. A hand flew to his mouth, effectively cutting off whatever noise Sora might have made to try to save himself. What was going on? Was he being mugged? He didn't have any money…

"Don't struggle…it will only hurt more," Riku had said, trying without success to drink the boy dry. The more he told himself to do it, the less pressure he seemed to apply, until finally he pulled away completely. Turning the boy in his arms, he let his eyes wander over the vision before him…lovely and calm, the youth hadn't cried out even once. It was as though he knew Riku wouldn't hurt him…

"Who the hell are you?" Sora gasped out, noticing that the pressure on his neck had eased up. It had felt like an animal was attacking him, as though he were about to be eaten alive. Slowly, he felt the grip on his body loosen, allowing him to pull out of the arms that had once held him. Only, that feeling was back, and Sora couldn't bring himself to wretch himself out of that embrace. Turning only his head, he looked over his shoulder at the silver vision behind him…

"Vampire…" the youth said, brushing his hair from his eyes as he gazed at Riku. "I should call the rest of the village…give me one good reason not to."

The smell of sandalwood was assaulting him, making tears sting his blind eyes while he felt the boy turn his neck to look at him. If only he could see him…if only he could confirm what his nose was telling him! But he couldn't be sure. He could only imagine that those eyes were as blue as cornflowers and that skin as bronze as the wheat in the fields. Riku pulled away quickly, taking a few steps backward and shaking his head gently. Why hadn't he cried out yet? Why wasn't he calling for help?

"I can't…" Riku said in response to the statement, shrugging. "I don't have any." The boy merely shook his head, a smile growing from a small tug at the side of his lips to grace his whole face. It seemed God himself was smiling from that face, and Riku felt his heart speed up with an emotion that he'd thought long dormant.

"Well…I suppose I can just wait for you to think of one then…but you'd better not make me wait forever!" Azure said softly, turning around and walking away through the grass, leaving a confused Riku grinning like an idiot in the darkness of the night.

"I'm sorry," Riku said, his hand going to brush the back of his neck. He blinked behind his blindfold and tried to think of something to say…nothing was coming. "I…thought you were someone else…"

Sora turned around finally, his eyes widening to about the size of saucers in his head. The man before him was dressed like something out of a movie, only while those actors usually looked silly, this look suited him...clung to him like fine cologne. He held himself like he was a gentleman and Sora could imagine him dancing with fine ladies and drinking champagne all night. As he let himself look at this man before him, he noticed that he was wearing a blindfold. Instantly concerned, he reached out, touching the taller male's arm.

"Hey, I didn't know you were blind! Do you need some help getting home? What are you doing out here all alone anyway…shouldn't you have someone to help you?"

Riku gasped at the contact. It had been so long since he'd really felt the touch of another person...the sensation was almost completely foreign. Laughing shakily, he smiled at the youth's (he could tell from the tone of the voice that this one was young) questions and merely dismissed them with a wave of his pale hand. "No need to worry yourself with that…I'm sorry…I don't know your name…"

"Sora."

"Well, Sora. No need to concern yourself with things like that. I'm fine. I think I hear someone calling for you though…best be off with you."

Sora pouted, crossing his arms in front of him. Though he'd been terribly startled at first, there was something about this man's presence that made him feel at ease, made him forget that he'd nearly assaulted him at first. But he was blind…it was to be expected that he'd make a few mistakes in identity.

"Yeah, my mom. I swear…you'd think I was eight and not eighteen. I guess I'll see you around…hey, what's your name anyway?"

Riku merely shrugged, turning away and walking through the night. He wasn't quite ready to give his name out just yet, not when he didn't know who exactly this boy was who had awakened him. And he was the one who had done it. He smelled unique, and Riku had known it almost instantly. Maybe that was why he hadn't been able to hurt him…why the blood lust had been quelled.

"We'll meet again, Sora. In the meantime, I think it best that you don't anger your mother further…" Riku called to him, smiling into the night.

"Well…I suppose I can wait for you to give me your name…but you'd better not make me wait forever!"

To Be Continued

Author's Note #2: Weeee! That was fun! Again, hope you all are enjoying it, and remember that this story is Alternate Universe so our boys might be a little out of character. I will do my best to keep them as the lovlies we know and love however. Again, read and review and many thanks to MD Sora for this lovely little plot!