Riku is trapped, and Diva loses control. (Diva/Riku). Based around/after the time Diva takes Riku's blood.
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Her eyes are wide, appealing, innocent. The lips curve into a naive, simple smile. She stretches her hands, wide open, as if asking, or rather, begging to be taken. Taken away, far, far away.
A facade. A pretence.
He knows it. He can see through the deception, with the vague understanding that children always have. The body shudders involuntraly, hands clasping each other as he backs away. Slowly, he steps back. Slowly.
Demure, pure, Diva. Unreal Diva.
His mind is blank. He takes swift, hurried steps, without even realizing it. His hands clasp, then unclasp, and clasp each other again, agitatedly. He's trembling now, legs shaking in terror. Weakness overcomes him, and he wants to stop. His legs hurt, his body hurts, his mind pains.
But he can't stop.
Her smile widens. And this time, her eyes agree.
Finally, she starts walking. Riku knows it, fully expects it, and takes a step back. His feet hit the wall forcefully, and he bites his lip.
She's already there. A hand on his shoulder, the other tugging at his collar. His eyes are terrified, pained. Her eyes are bright.
"Aren't you beautiful?" She asks, although it seems more like a statement. Riku doesn't understand.
He can't.
Her fingers touch the jaw, stroke it carefully. They work their way downwards, straying here and there, massaging each part. Riku's mouth is wide open.
His mind calls out for help, for Saya, for Kai, for Haji. For his father. He wants to get away, forget everything, so desperately.
But no sound comes out.
The fingers circle the hollow of his neck, feeling around. She laughs.
The lips choose to touch the side of his neck. Riku closes his eyes, a strange feeling overwhelming his mind. The teeth aren't too far behind, and he clutches the wall vainly as she bites him.
A small trail of blood makes its way down. She sucks the wound, and the area around it, licking every last drop leisurely. A bite again, and yet another. His shirt is fully unbuttoned, falling around his waits. Her hands grip him tightly, as his legs weaken, and he faints from the unbearable pressure.
He is really beautiful. But Diva isn't envious.
She kisses the hollow of his neck.
Rather, she is pleased. Because Riku is hers.
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Lolicon much? :apologizes: