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Inspiration for this story was 3 different yaoi.
I'm watching Star Wars at the moment. It's the Empire Strikes Back for all you geeks! I don't get addicted to console games that often. So far only 3 have made an impression on me. They are Star Wars Battlefront II (Xbox), Overlord (Xbox360) and Viva PiЯata. Oh! And Devil May Cry 4.
Crossing the Line of Agreement
The darkness was absolute. It was suffocatingly thick. Rolan curled up, not knowing whether his eyes were open or closed. He could taste blood as he breathed in.
He watched in horror as the dark smoke-like fog drifted through his body. He felt it turn his body to ice. Blood dribbled from his mouth, he couldn't breathe. "Eternity... You promised me your life for all eternity." Rolan covered his ears.
Phantom's mutated form rose from the black abyss. Rolan was paralysed with pure fear. Phantom drifted towards him, hung over and limp. Rolan tried to look away, but as soon as he did, Phantom was right in his face.
A long slimy tongue snaked out from his mouth and licked him. The raspy muscle grated painfully over his cheek, drawing blood. "If you want to love someone so bad, fuck me," he demanded. Rolan whined and started to cry.
Phantom smirked diabolically. He placed his zombie-fied grey arm on his shoulder and pulled his head forward towards his cold clammy body. Rolan screamed, but no noise came from his mouth because his face was emersed entirely. It was like dunking his head in ice-cold, pitch-black water.
He couldn't breathe, he tasted blood, he was beginning to feel light-headed and now a sick twisted pleasure awoke in his body. Panic constricted him. He was alone with his darkness, his nightmare, his pain. Phantom's laughter shattered his very mind.
He woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in his bed, sheets sticking to his sweat-ridden body. He didn't know where he was. His whole body shuddered systematically as he panted for breath. He wildly flailed about, kicking off the sheets. He backed up against the wall and curled into a tight ball. He was truly terrified out of his mind.
White clouds drifted past Alviss as he walked through the forget-me-not blue sky. He was at peace, everything was perfect. "Al!" a dreamy voice echoed.
Alviss turned and smiled. Rolan ran towards him, catching him in an open hug. They rotated in the sky, embracing warmly. Rolan smiled and Alviss felt absolutely complete. He bowed his head and brushed his lips against Rolan's, sucking on his lower lip. He ran a hand through Rolan's hair. Rolan moaned and pushed up harder against his body. Alviss wanted more.
"Rolan, take off your clothes... I want to hold you."
Understanding crossed the sorrowful man's face. "I'll do anything for you," he moaned as he stripped his clothes. Pure passion blossomed between them...
Alviss sleepily opened his eyes. Embarrassed, he quickly remembered his dream. He felt hot and uncomfortable. What the hell was THAT about? he thought. He cast his gaze about the room, wondering dully what had awakened him. He found the object of his awake-ness. Nanashi stood at his door, arms folded, with a perverted smile etched across his face. Alviss scowled and angrily snapped up his sheets to cover his bare chest. "What the hell are you doing here? Watching me sleep and all..."
"Something's wrong with Rolan," Nanashi replied, smirking to himself. Alviss tried to keep his scowl on his face, not wanting Nanashi to see his concern.
"Like what?" Try as he might, Nanashi heard the worry in Alviss's voice.
"I dunno... He was screaming and cryin' and stuff. So I went inter his room and called me a demon in disguise or somethin' like that."
Alviss frowned. "He must've had another nightmare about Phantom... he does that a lot," he explained. "What did you do then?"
Nanashi cocked his head. "I got out of there."
Alviss was alerted. "You left him?"
"Well what was I supposed to do? He was gonna hurt me," Nanashi defended himself from Alviss's extortions. "Geez, what'd you think I'd do? Stand there and let 'im use his magic?"
Alviss sighed, his anger towards the goofy man abating for the time being. It was being gradually replaced with concern. He anxiously got up - forgetting his dream and his half-nakedness - went to Nanashi's old room. He opened the door and sensed it at once. Rolan was indeed summoning all his magic in his blind panic.
Alviss stepped into the room cautiously, placing a hand on his inactivated Thirteen Totem Pole ARM, just in case Rolan lashed out. Even though the unstable man no longer had any ARMs (he had sold them all for the money), he could still shoot energy at him.
"Rolan... It's me, Alviss," he spoke quietly, trying to soothe him. Rolan cowered in the corner on his room, sobbing hysterically. "Stop freaking out. I'm here now."
"Al...?" Rolan questioned his voice breaking. "Al." He perked up, the mass of magical energy disappearing almost instantaneously. Alviss sighed in relief and walked over to him, allowing him to squeeze him tightly. Alviss cradled him in his arms, holding the frail body against his chest.
A snigger coming from the door caused the atmosphere to shatter. Alviss looked up furiously. "Have you got a problem, Nanashi?"
"No... it ain't anything..." the blonde said, stifling laughter. "It's just that I've never seen ya so caring for another person, let alone huggin' them."
Alviss let go of Rolan and stood up, torn half-way between anger and embarrassment. He patted Rolan's shoulder in reassuring and then stormed from the room, pulling Nanashi with him.
He stopped in the living room, throwing Nanashi back with complete abhorrence. "Why don't you just mind your own business?" Alviss hissed through his teeth. Nanashi laughed.
"Ya're really stickin' up for the guy..." he scratched his head. "Don't tell me that yer in love!"
Alviss lost it. His magic power was released as a torrent of blue flames that engulfed his body. "That's it! I won't take it anymore!" He lunged at Nanashi with a growl.
"Wait!" Nanashi yelped. He never meant Alviss to get angry. He was winded as the half-naked Alviss collided with him. They wrestled on the ground, a tangled knot of flailing arms and legs, Nanashi trying to fend Alviss off by wriggling and squirming.
Suddenly, the tense atmosphere changed as if there was a third party. Nanashi pushed at Alviss and pointed towards the door. "Look! It's Rolan!"
Alviss saw the man out of the corner of his eye, but didn't turn around. Rolan was eerily still, tears in his shocked eyes. I'm sorry you had to see this, came a strange thought. Alviss stood, grabbing a jacket off the back of a nearby sofa. He put his hand into a pocket and fished out a familiar silver chain. "Thirteen Totem Pole: Rod Version!" he bellowed. Nanashi stumbled back on his rear end, a look of terror on his face.
"No fair! I haven't got any ARMs on me!" he yelped.
"You should always be prepared, idiot," Alviss replied icily. He channelled all his anger towards the blonde through his magic. Right now he was probably strong enough to take down the whole Chess Army; Phantom and the Queen included.
He brought the pole down with lightening speed, managing to knock Nanashi's cheek as he quickly dodged time and time again as Alviss attacked with velocity.
"Al, man!" he said between attacks. "Calm... down! I honestly... didn't mean to... hurt you!"
"I... have... had... it!" Alviss screamed, as he swept a deadly blow at Nanashi's head. Nanashi dodged just in time, resulting in Alviss hitting a vase off the shelf.
"Al! Stop it! You're scaring me!" Rolan cried, running into the room and hugging Alviss around his waist. Alviss pushed him away roughly, causing him to fall heavily on the ground.
It was as if time was standing still. Rolan sat there, shock on his face. Then he started to cry, staring up at Alviss with a look of absolute morbid fear.
Alviss unsummoned his Thirteen Totem Pole and left the room quickly. Fuelled this time by extreme guilt and a strange sadness, Alviss left his flat to pound the streets.
