Title: Amour Rassemblé; Collected Love

Chapter: Level II; Part One, Finite

Author: Lilia Lavender

Pairing/Character: Xemnas/Riku

Rating: T

Author's Notes: I think I should explain why this was written for that prompt. I wanted to know what finite really meant; I knew it was the opposite of infinite, but still.

a. Having bounds; limited: a finite list of choices.

b. Existing, persisting, or enduring for a limited time only; impermanent.

These were the two definitions I used for this prompt. Having bounds, of course, is how Xenmas and Riku are bound to each other and limited only to each other, hence why he isn't giving up. Existing for a limited time only further goes on that; Xenmas needs to get through to Riku soon because they could stop existing at any time.

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The seventeen-year-old didn't like where this was going.

He winced a little at the hot, feverish kisses that this man pressed onto his chest, wishing he could push him off. His hands, however, were being kept down by one of his hands behind his back. He had very limited space, and he could barely move. Riku squirmed, and found he was barley even to move his hips against him. He was leaning down and scraping his teeth against one of his nipples, the teen couldn't help but shudder and wiggle.

Riku tried to seem logical, but he didn't even know who this man was. He had heard stories about little children being picked off the street, but he was nearly legal and male; there must've been a reason he was being pressed down onto the cold concrete.

He could feel the scrapes on his back bleeding slightly, and almost cried out when the silver-haired man dug his short fingernails into his skin deeply, dragging them across his alabaster flesh. Riku gasped shallowly as he felt blood break into his skin. This man knew him, he knew every place that made him arch and hiss. But maybe it was just a coincidence.

His breath was almost forced out when the man went back up to his face, amber eyes staring harshly into seagreen. "You still don't seem to remember," he murmured, and it chilled the boy at how his voice was so far away, but so cold. "How ironic. The first time I have a heart and you as well, but you don't even remember."

"Wh-who are you?"

The man chuckled lowly, "You don't know how much that stabs, Riku."

"I asked who you are! Are you deaf?" There's a surge of defiance as he glanced away, and the boy found himself being stared at again. He swallowed, but kept stern.

And then he laughed and bit his neck harshly. He gave a hiss, lower back arching just enough to be felt. Another dry laugh, "You react the same. You have his same fierceness, and yet, those memories; they're still locked away?"

"You're insane," Riku muttered this as if it was the answer to everything.

"No, I simply exist now. However, we will all cease to exist once more."

The silver-haired boy shivered at his words, as the man's hands traveled down his sides. Riku almost whined, but bit his lip hard. "Careful," that deep voice whispered into his ear softly. "You'll break your skin." An elegant thumb ran across his small mouth, and Riku had half a mind to bite down on it.

A soft whimper finally emerged, and Xenmas smirked widely, dragging his front teeth down the teen's collarbone. He wasn't going to let the boy go this time. They were limited to an exact amount of time, and it was shorter. They were bound together by fate, or at least, Riku had said that before.

This was the same Riku, he had no doubt. He just needed a little convincing that Xenmas was what he always wanted. The man smirked, running his tongue down the irritated patch of skin. He almost chuckled at how he tensed, trying to kick a leg and get him off. He liked convincing Riku of this. It had been fun the first time, and it would be fun the second time around as well.