By: Sightless Platinum
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy or Tarzan.
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I laid upon something soft. . .something I had not laid upon in a while. . .a bed. . . Silk sheets curled about my body, confining me away from the rest of the world. Something was on top of me too. . . If it weren't for the numbness I felt all over I would have thought it were the covers. . . Something warm pressed to my cheek, and the only thing I could do was groan. No wards came, just a low sound from the bottom of my throat between pain and heaven.
It went to my other cheek, and I leaned slightly into the touch, but barely moved. . .
Something heavy WAS on top of me. I stirred my entire body, and that s when it hit me. The unmistakable feel of such glorious warmth against my sensitive skin. Dry cloth against my body and pure warmth like a summer day back home. . .
I felt like the sun shone down upon me a thousand times and I loved it. Yet all I could do was whimper, and let the soft hand stroke my face. I wont to open my eyes but that voice whispered into my ear . . . yes he sounded so much like me. . .
"Don't Riku-kun. Don't open your eyes. Please. . ." Slender hands slipped into my scared ones. My hands that had been broken before. . .and broken again. Ashamed of the scars that ran from my fingertips to my palms, yet he traced each one carefully, as if fascinated by them.
I didn't want to argue or order him to stop. I was tired of fighting. Tired of fighting the Darkness that threatened me. . tired of fighting the fear the drove me away from all living things. I don't have the strength anymore to do it. I just wish. . . I wish someone would just. . .hold me fore a while. Keep me safe. . . protect me so I could rest. . . like he offered me now.
I give up . . I just want to sleep for a long . . . long time. . .
It was torture when my eyes opened or moved. But I so badly wanted to see who it was that had saved me from such agony. I wanted to ask his name but couldn't. My voice hurt. So I just obeyed and entwined my fingers with his.
My body feels sick and weak. . . the cold does that. It pushes its way into your skin and embeds itself into your bones and slowly eats you and kills you, that paralyzes you when you wake from the world of sleep because you know it's there.
But I didn't care, I felt safe, and protected from all the monsters and demons that haunted me constantly. I feel as if everything has left me alone . . . even if its only for a little while. Because when that smooth body laid against me, so lite I almost didn't feel him, I had that peace and tranquility I needed so much. I could feel the warmth he radiated as he pulled the covers over us and the solitary of the wall of blankets around me.
"Sleep Riku. I will watch over you." He leaned over and whispered in my ear. My body shivered, his warm breath tickling my neck where teeth and sank into my skin so many times. . . It felt good.
I was safe. . .
The soft hand trailing down my chest, and that warmth he spread throughout me, almost as if he cared. . . but I know he didn't. It's easily to trick ones mind by such pleasures. But I knew. . . No one could possibly care for a being such as I, who can't even stand the pouring rain that thundered in distance.
But there was only him. The faceless being whom said he was ME. And who had called me brother.
That gentle hand came to rest upon my lower stomach, his leg draped over mine, his face still so close to mine. Laying against my shoulder, his breathing soft against my cheek. I wanted to moan and whimper but I had no idea why.
I let my head roll to the side, my chin resting against his forehead.
Such little acts. . and so much comfort from them. I wanted more. . .but I didn't know of what. I wanted to beg him not to stop, but I didn't know how. I wanted him to be as close to me as possible, and I didn't care who he was. . .
I'd ask him later of what his name was. . . I was tired. . . And the darkness that swirled about my vision reached out to me, bringing me to the edge of my fear, and the nightmares began once more. Of those horrid creatures that stalked me with glowing eyes and bodies of night. Crawling along the ground like a panther stalking its prey. Surrounding me. . . and attacking.
Except in my dream they do not die. And I'm knocked to the ground and forced to endure their torture.
I awoke screaming and sobbing as I always do. I couldn't go back to that! I wouldn't! I'd rather die then be fed upon like I was! Even in my dreams they try to kill me. Why can't they leave me alone?
. . . Because I hunt them.
I'm torn between two things I want. To be left alone, and to kill them all.
My hatred towards them is greater then the fear. But why can't I be alone right now? With this man who is frantically trying to calm me down, crying for me to stop.
I realized, my fists where pounding into his chest. . . I was attacking him.
I lurched away. A sudden pang of guilt hitting me in the stomach. I scrambled, and backed myself into a corner, and began sobbing harder. What had I done?
I attacked the one person who has shown me any hint of kindness in years. I hurt him.
I began shaking, small trembles then uncontrollably. I hurt him. I hurt him. I hurt him. It was my fault. What the hell was I doing? Why? . . . why does violence eight over my actions? Why do I feel the need to destroy all living things around me. . . ?
Arms suddenly embraced me. Drawing me forward against the mans form, my face pressed into his bare chest. "Riku, please. . .don't cry. Don't cry. Its just me." He began stroking my long platinum hair. The hair the I remember had grown long and tasseled, I remembered becoming so upset at how much I knew I had changed that I slashed it off with my blade. I remember trying to hide my scars behind the long coat I wore, and the gloves upon my once broken fingers.
I could feel my blood pouring down his chest, could feel the sticky substance in my fingers. My blood. . .my life. Him. . . "Who are you?"I choked out.
He pushed me back. . . only alittle. To look down into my face I suppose. Slender fingers traced the curve of my cheek, wiping the tears of blood away. "I have no name. . .I am you."
He was me. . . He was me. He was ME. Oh god. "I'm sorry. . . I'm sorry."
Oh god I was so sorry. I hurt him, I attacked him, and he had done nothing to me
"Shhh," The soothing whispered against my cheek, the soft touches he caressed me with. God he was intoxicating me. I could feel it. My breath becoming harder. My lungs burning. I felt his lips upon me, so soft, and warm and gentle, grazing over my cheek, kissing those sweet tears of blood away from my face. "Don't cry. I'm here."
He cared. . .
I wanted nothing more right then, then for him to kiss me, and make all the pain and fear I felt slip away. To be in the pure heaven that he offered me within his arms. Unconsciously I tilted forward, begging almost him. A whimper in my voice. Pleading him to take me away.
Slowly his lips traced ever so lightly against mine. Gasping at the sudden wave of warmth spreading over me, my lips parted and pressed upon his bottom lip. Just one soft, breath taking kiss, and I wanted him.
I was vaguely aware that he was picking me up, laying me back down upon the soft bed. His warm body pressed on top of mine, his breathing against my cheek. My head lays back against the pillows, his lips pressing so lightly against mine, his tongue flicking across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. And I give it freely. My arms limply wrapped about his neck. Hands gently exploring. . . skin against skin. No more. . . no more pain. Only those wonderful hands that touched me with such care, traveling down my chest, my stomach. . .
"Azrael!" my hips jerked sobs rocking my body, begging for mercy. The name screamed from my lips unknown and meaningless until that moment. My arms tightening around his neck. "God. . . Azrael." I moaned, burying my face into his shoulder.
His breath against my ear, whispering soft reassurances that meant nothing to me. Slender fingers torturing me, making me shake, and beg and cry for more. He was teasing me, such lite touches against my heated skin. "Don't do this to me. . . please." I moaned.
He wanted me to plead, he wanted me to ask for it. A soft kiss to my lips was my only answer, muffling my sharp cries, his body pressing me firmly against the bed as I jerked in response to his touch.
And I stopped thinking completely until my body gave away and peaceful slumber that overcame me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy or Tarzan.
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I laid upon something soft. . .something I had not laid upon in a while. . .a bed. . . Silk sheets curled about my body, confining me away from the rest of the world. Something was on top of me too. . . If it weren't for the numbness I felt all over I would have thought it were the covers. . . Something warm pressed to my cheek, and the only thing I could do was groan. No wards came, just a low sound from the bottom of my throat between pain and heaven.
It went to my other cheek, and I leaned slightly into the touch, but barely moved. . .
Something heavy WAS on top of me. I stirred my entire body, and that s when it hit me. The unmistakable feel of such glorious warmth against my sensitive skin. Dry cloth against my body and pure warmth like a summer day back home. . .
I felt like the sun shone down upon me a thousand times and I loved it. Yet all I could do was whimper, and let the soft hand stroke my face. I wont to open my eyes but that voice whispered into my ear . . . yes he sounded so much like me. . .
"Don't Riku-kun. Don't open your eyes. Please. . ." Slender hands slipped into my scared ones. My hands that had been broken before. . .and broken again. Ashamed of the scars that ran from my fingertips to my palms, yet he traced each one carefully, as if fascinated by them.
I didn't want to argue or order him to stop. I was tired of fighting. Tired of fighting the Darkness that threatened me. . tired of fighting the fear the drove me away from all living things. I don't have the strength anymore to do it. I just wish. . . I wish someone would just. . .hold me fore a while. Keep me safe. . . protect me so I could rest. . . like he offered me now.
I give up . . I just want to sleep for a long . . . long time. . .
It was torture when my eyes opened or moved. But I so badly wanted to see who it was that had saved me from such agony. I wanted to ask his name but couldn't. My voice hurt. So I just obeyed and entwined my fingers with his.
My body feels sick and weak. . . the cold does that. It pushes its way into your skin and embeds itself into your bones and slowly eats you and kills you, that paralyzes you when you wake from the world of sleep because you know it's there.
But I didn't care, I felt safe, and protected from all the monsters and demons that haunted me constantly. I feel as if everything has left me alone . . . even if its only for a little while. Because when that smooth body laid against me, so lite I almost didn't feel him, I had that peace and tranquility I needed so much. I could feel the warmth he radiated as he pulled the covers over us and the solitary of the wall of blankets around me.
"Sleep Riku. I will watch over you." He leaned over and whispered in my ear. My body shivered, his warm breath tickling my neck where teeth and sank into my skin so many times. . . It felt good.
I was safe. . .
The soft hand trailing down my chest, and that warmth he spread throughout me, almost as if he cared. . . but I know he didn't. It's easily to trick ones mind by such pleasures. But I knew. . . No one could possibly care for a being such as I, who can't even stand the pouring rain that thundered in distance.
But there was only him. The faceless being whom said he was ME. And who had called me brother.
That gentle hand came to rest upon my lower stomach, his leg draped over mine, his face still so close to mine. Laying against my shoulder, his breathing soft against my cheek. I wanted to moan and whimper but I had no idea why.
I let my head roll to the side, my chin resting against his forehead.
Such little acts. . and so much comfort from them. I wanted more. . .but I didn't know of what. I wanted to beg him not to stop, but I didn't know how. I wanted him to be as close to me as possible, and I didn't care who he was. . .
I'd ask him later of what his name was. . . I was tired. . . And the darkness that swirled about my vision reached out to me, bringing me to the edge of my fear, and the nightmares began once more. Of those horrid creatures that stalked me with glowing eyes and bodies of night. Crawling along the ground like a panther stalking its prey. Surrounding me. . . and attacking.
Except in my dream they do not die. And I'm knocked to the ground and forced to endure their torture.
I awoke screaming and sobbing as I always do. I couldn't go back to that! I wouldn't! I'd rather die then be fed upon like I was! Even in my dreams they try to kill me. Why can't they leave me alone?
. . . Because I hunt them.
I'm torn between two things I want. To be left alone, and to kill them all.
My hatred towards them is greater then the fear. But why can't I be alone right now? With this man who is frantically trying to calm me down, crying for me to stop.
I realized, my fists where pounding into his chest. . . I was attacking him.
I lurched away. A sudden pang of guilt hitting me in the stomach. I scrambled, and backed myself into a corner, and began sobbing harder. What had I done?
I attacked the one person who has shown me any hint of kindness in years. I hurt him.
I began shaking, small trembles then uncontrollably. I hurt him. I hurt him. I hurt him. It was my fault. What the hell was I doing? Why? . . . why does violence eight over my actions? Why do I feel the need to destroy all living things around me. . . ?
Arms suddenly embraced me. Drawing me forward against the mans form, my face pressed into his bare chest. "Riku, please. . .don't cry. Don't cry. Its just me." He began stroking my long platinum hair. The hair the I remember had grown long and tasseled, I remembered becoming so upset at how much I knew I had changed that I slashed it off with my blade. I remember trying to hide my scars behind the long coat I wore, and the gloves upon my once broken fingers.
I could feel my blood pouring down his chest, could feel the sticky substance in my fingers. My blood. . .my life. Him. . . "Who are you?"I choked out.
He pushed me back. . . only alittle. To look down into my face I suppose. Slender fingers traced the curve of my cheek, wiping the tears of blood away. "I have no name. . .I am you."
He was me. . . He was me. He was ME. Oh god. "I'm sorry. . . I'm sorry."
Oh god I was so sorry. I hurt him, I attacked him, and he had done nothing to me
"Shhh," The soothing whispered against my cheek, the soft touches he caressed me with. God he was intoxicating me. I could feel it. My breath becoming harder. My lungs burning. I felt his lips upon me, so soft, and warm and gentle, grazing over my cheek, kissing those sweet tears of blood away from my face. "Don't cry. I'm here."
He cared. . .
I wanted nothing more right then, then for him to kiss me, and make all the pain and fear I felt slip away. To be in the pure heaven that he offered me within his arms. Unconsciously I tilted forward, begging almost him. A whimper in my voice. Pleading him to take me away.
Slowly his lips traced ever so lightly against mine. Gasping at the sudden wave of warmth spreading over me, my lips parted and pressed upon his bottom lip. Just one soft, breath taking kiss, and I wanted him.
I was vaguely aware that he was picking me up, laying me back down upon the soft bed. His warm body pressed on top of mine, his breathing against my cheek. My head lays back against the pillows, his lips pressing so lightly against mine, his tongue flicking across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. And I give it freely. My arms limply wrapped about his neck. Hands gently exploring. . . skin against skin. No more. . . no more pain. Only those wonderful hands that touched me with such care, traveling down my chest, my stomach. . .
"Azrael!" my hips jerked sobs rocking my body, begging for mercy. The name screamed from my lips unknown and meaningless until that moment. My arms tightening around his neck. "God. . . Azrael." I moaned, burying my face into his shoulder.
His breath against my ear, whispering soft reassurances that meant nothing to me. Slender fingers torturing me, making me shake, and beg and cry for more. He was teasing me, such lite touches against my heated skin. "Don't do this to me. . . please." I moaned.
He wanted me to plead, he wanted me to ask for it. A soft kiss to my lips was my only answer, muffling my sharp cries, his body pressing me firmly against the bed as I jerked in response to his touch.
And I stopped thinking completely until my body gave away and peaceful slumber that overcame me.
