Rebirth
of Obsession
Chapter Two
Author: Ember
Pairings: Riku/Sora, Tidus/Yuna, implied Ansem/Kairi, Yuffie/ Kairi, Paine/Rikku
Category: Drama/Angst/Romance/Horror/Alternate Universe
Summary: It started out as a simple obsession - and turned into something much darker, much deeper, and much stronger than either thought possible. Vampire!Riku/Sora - AU - Various other pairings.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or the Final Fantasy franchise. It's owned by Disney, and Square Enix, and other rich, power entertainment industry figureheads that I am clearly not apart of. If Riku and Sora were mine, believe me, them going at it like bunnies would not be a fangirl's dream, let me tell ya. :D The idea comes from a combination of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, and The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice. ;;
AN: THANKS TO ALL MY REVIEWERS! Most of 'em gave me the warm fluffies. n.n!! I upped the rating to R, because as I started to cement the story's events in my head I realized PG13 just wouldn't cover it. Bit smutty at the beginning, just for Kuuriku, 'cause she's been wanting it so. XD
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The patter of the rain against the grime-covered windows woke him sometime after sundown. It was dark and all but silent in the small room, even breathing the only break in the quiet. Sora, sprawled across his lover's bare chest, was deep in thought. He considered poking Riku in the side and waking him, but he rather liked the peace that had settled. If they weren't fighting, or trying to out do one another, they were making love. And having just done that, Sora was content to just lie in Riku's warm embrace. Such was a rare occasion, and he was loath to ruin it.
It wasn't long, however, before Riku himself stirred, his eyelids cracking open to reveal sleep warmed irises of shocking neon green.
"Good morning," he whispered, cupping Sora's chin in one hand and pulling him into a lazy kiss. Sora eagerly returned it, relishing in the way Riku pulled him closer with his other free arm.
"Mmm…not morning." Sora murmured when it ended, feeling, despite himself, quite light headed. He couldn't help it he supposed; Riku just had that affect on him.
"Well, whatever it is, it's good."
"Oh?"
"Yes," the silver haired man said, tucking Sora's head beneath his chin, "you're here."
Sora blushed, laughter tinged with a bit of embarrassment, and happily wrapped him arms about Riku's waist. They both knew the romantic air would break as soon as they woke up more; knew that this brief show of tenderness wouldn't last beyond the door. It wouldn't leave the room. And both hated to admit it. So nothing was said for the next few minutes as they drank in the last of few drops of their dream world.
"Riku?" And with that, it was broken.
"Hm?"
Sora ducked his head, fairly embarrassed. Riku, enthralled by the boy's innocent gesture, chuckled and lifted his head with one finger curled beneath his chin.
"Tell me what's on your mind, child."
A pout. "I'm no child!"
"Indeed not." the silver haired man ran his hand up the inside of Sora's right thigh, thrilling in the sharp intake of breath and the way his lithe body pressed needingly against his own. He was teasing, he knew, and he knew the trouble he'd been in when they went beyond that door. But here, he could tease and tantalize, here…he could have Sora anyway he wanted, and there were oh so many ways to have him.
"Tell me Sora…" Riku whispered into Sora's ear, his tone of voice promising things that his choice of words did not. Sora whimpered, beside himself, all but forgetting the question that had been plaguing him since the night before.
"Tell me," Riku asked again, his hand cupping at Sora's growing erection, knowing he was all but ruining his chance at discovering his lover's burning question.
But when Sora started mewing like a newborn kitten, Riku decided the question could wait until they, or, more so, HE, was quite finished.
Throwing back the blankets from their warmed bodies, the silver haired man proceeded to kiss his way to Sora's navel, marveling at the way Sora arched his back, begging silently for Riku to end his torment and simply take him. But Riku liked to watch his love suffer through it, for, if for no other reason, the noises Sora made in the back of his throat practically drove the man mad.
"I could just eat you alive," He murmured against Sora's skin, "do you know that my love?"
"I wish you WOULD!" Sora whined, twinning his trembling hands with Riku's. He liked the way they contrasted each other; Riku, tanned, callused, fingers long by strong, and Sora; stubby, callused but less so, and all but white against Riku's dark skin. Light. Dark. He supposed it was symbolic in some way, but he had yet to ponder a good reason as to why.
"Oh? And what else do you wish?" Riku teased, done with Sora's chest and stomach, moving on to gently suck and lick at the boy's ear.
"I wish…"
"Yes?"
"I wish…I wish you wouldn't DO that!" he squealed, slapping at Riku's muscular bicep as he scooted as far away from the man as he could. Riku, beyond amused, laughed delightedly and clutched at his stomach. Sora frowned, not amused in the slightest, and stuck a finger in his ear to wiggle it about; freeing it of any unwanted spit.
He hated it when Riku licked him in the ear. And Riku, knowing this, usually did it anyway. He frowned harder.
"I'm serious. That's disgusting."
"Ah…but your face…"
"…"
"Come now, don't be like that. I only do it because your reaction is so…unbearably charming."
"Charming, huh? You're full of it."
Riku cocked one silver brow. "Full of what?"
"EVERYTHING that's…well…STUFF! You know!"
"I don't actually."
Sora growled and pounced on his lover, barely able to keep the shock of pleasure that raced through his body out of his eyes as their arousals were bumped together.
"I hate it when you're difficult."
"And I love it when you're dominant." Riku returned, smirking. Sora, pouting again, released the hold he'd had on the other and sat back on Riku's stomach, arm crossed.
"Bastard."
"Mmm, but you love it."
Sora's eyes softened. "I do,"
"And me, Sora?" Riku asked, sitting up, sending Sora into his lap, a rather happy and convenient place if Riku did say so himself.
The response was to capture Riku's lips in a heady kiss, pouring into it all of his want and passion, and, most importantly, his love. Riku responded in kind, his arms going about Sora's slim waist and pulling his as close as he could, fitting their bodies together as one does the pieces of a puzzle.
The lovemaking that commenced was slow, sweet, full of emotions that each felt, but so rarely voiced. It seemed as if time stood still, as if God himself had blessed them and their union, as if nothing could tare them apart. As if what they had was eternity, here, in this dungy room Riku continued to rent, despite having enough money to own a home of his own.
As they lay together afterwards, gasping and spent, both teetering on the edge of sleep, Sora remembered his question.
"Do you think we can have forever, Riku?" he asked, voice barely a whisper. Riku, his chin resting atop the crown of Sora's head, yawned and kissed the boy, man, who he loved more than life. Who he'd come to realize he'd sacrifice anything for.
"Forever is far too short for you and I."
Sora, satisfied, nodded and snuggled down into Riku's embrace, eagerly welcoming sleep's open arms.
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With a sharp intake of breath, Sora set up. He was, he noted, not in his own bed, nor in the dingy bed clothed in rough linen of his dream. This bed was big and smelled of rose petals and fresh air, soft, yet hard enough to support him. It was the most comfortable thing he'd slept in in…well, ever.
"Ah, awake I see." The bed shifted as someone sat beside him. The bedside lamp was turned on, flooding the room with light. Sora winced and shaded his eyes with one hand.
"Feeling better?" the person, a woman, one that had saved him in the graveyard, asked, smiling softly at him. It was gentle and kind, full of a compassion that Sora didn't really understand.
"Uh…sure."
"That's good! Here, have some water." She handed him a glass, and Sora greedily gulped it down. "I'll go get your friends. They've been worried about you."
She left then, turning from his bed to cross the room to a pair of great double doors. Sora watched her leave, then looked gloomily down at his half empty water glass.
What kind of dream was that? he wondered silently. That weird guy from the cemetery had been there, and he'd…he'd been having sex with him. Well, not sex, as they'd seemed to have some pretty strong feelings for one another…but still…it couldn't be a memory. The only time he'd done anything like that it hadn't been his choice, and he hadn't enjoyed it in the slightest.
But THAT…wow…that had been indescribable.
What the hell's going on?
He buried his face in his hands, distraught. Too much was happening way, way too fast.
Kairi and Yuffie chose that moment to bound into the room.
"Sora!" they exclaimed, bouncing onto the bed and piling atop him with hugs, kisses, and fevered exclamations of worry. He shoved at them half-heartedly; he'd been worried about them as well.
"I'm so glad you're alright," Kairi said as she latched onto his right arm. Yuffie comfortably settled on his left side with an easy grin.
"I thought I'd have to drag her away by the hair," she said. Kairi sent her a disgruntled look.
"YOU were pretty worried, too."
"Yeah," she admitted after a moment, an affectionate glaze spreading across her eyes, "I was."
"Awww…no wonder Rikky-poo's after him. He's ADORABLE!"
A blonde blur launched itself onto the bed, and while the girls laughed, Sora recoiled in a twinge of panic. It wasn't that he was afraid, but more so just uncomfortable with having someone (he was guessing) move so close to him so fast. He settled, however, when he noticed another familiar face from the graveyard, and rubbed the back of his head, abashed.
"Heheh…thanks?"
"ADORABLE!" and said blonde blur latched onto his neck, hauling him from between Kairi and Yuffie and onto her rather sizable chest.
It wasn't the first time his face had been shoved into a pair of breasts and, reservedly, he figured it probably wouldn't be the last.
"I think you're smothering him there, Rikku."
"Oh…hehe, oops!"
She released him then, and with his face a burning red, he settled back between his friends.
Two other women stood before his bed, one amused, and one looking for all the world like she wanted to eat him.
The first, and tallest, was the woman whom Sora had woken up to. Her hair was stylish and short, with, he noted with a bit of surprise, a long tail wrapped in pink thread traveling the length of her back. She wore a simple pair of jeans and a tank top. Her eyes, he also noticed, were two different shades - one green, one blue.
"I'm Yuna." She said, her smile still light, still friendly.
Sora nodded in return, the introduction obviously meant for him.
The next one, who Sora was just a BIT afraid of, stared at him with plain dislike. Her hair was styled in a wild disarray, somehow looking as if she meant it to be that way and not as if she'd just rolled out of bed, unable to find a brush. She wore leather pants and an expensive looking black turtleneck sweater. Easy. Simple. No mess, no fuss. Sora had the distinct impression that was her personality to a T.
"Paine," she grunted, nodding her head. She said nothing more.
Sora gave a halfhearted wave.
"Do you SEE him?! Oh! I could just eat you!"
"I could just eat you alive, do you know that my love?"
"I wish you WOULD!"
He knocked away the hands that were going to pull him into another hug and clutched at his head. It throbbed, the pain just this side of excruciating, almost as if his brain was trying to turn itself inside out. He screamed silently, throwing himself back into the pillows behind him. It hurt…it just hurt too much…
And then it stopped as suddenly as it had come. He opened his eyes warily, faces swimming before him.
"Sora?" Kairi asked from beside him, her small hand still on his forearm. He covered it with his own.
"I'm okay." He rasped.
Hands helped him sit up.
"Rikku," Pain said, voice softening by a few levels, "why don't you take Kairi and Yuffie to the kitchen and get Sora something to eat?"
The blonde considered her friend for a moment before nodding.
"Alright, it's omelet time, RIKKU STYLE!" and she bounded off the bed, Kairi and Yuffie following behind, casting curious looks over their shoulders.
Paine waited until the doors were shut before she turned to Sora, who still had his eyes shut, oblivious to her stare.
Yuna was sitting beside him, a cool hand pressed to his forehead.
"Do you know what kind of danger you're in boy?" she asked, voice low and dangerous. Yuna sent her a pleading look.
"Paine…he's sick. Don't –"
"We've been chasing that bastard across the planet for…how long Yuna? Trying to get to his new target first…trying to beat him at the sick twisted game that he's so intent on playing, and this is the first time we've actually had the upper hand. HE NEEDS TO KNOW. And I, for one, intend on telling him."
"Paine…he's just a boy…"
"NO. HE'S NOT. And he needs to know."
"Could we stop talking like I'm not here?" Sora asked roughly, coughing. Yuna laughed slightly, ruffling at his hair. Paine just snorted.
"So…tell me what?"
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He fell to the floor, gasping, breath ragged and uneven. The figure above dropped beside him, in the same state.
"You IDIOT."
Riku turned to him angrily, face contorted in rage, body language making it apparent that if he had but the energy they would be fighting.
"Why did you come?! It wasn't your fight!"
"Master Ansem sent me."
Riku felt dread wash over him like a wave, borrowed blood draining from his face and settling somewhere in the pit of his stomach.
"Ansem…is here?"
"Show some respect! He is your master and should be addressed as such!"
Riku hissed at Tidus, his face morphing from lovely to demonic in a second.
"Be careful what you say to me, pup. I created you, I can destroy you just as easily."
"You may have created me Ri-ku, but you are NOT my master." Tidus shot back.
Riku was on him in an instant, hands clutching at Tidus' throat, intent on ripping the chords loose so as to hear him choke on his own fluids.
"MASTER!" Tidus cried desperately, trying to fight Riku off, "Master Ansem help me!"
And in an instant, Riku was thrown across the room; plaster and wood sent flying as his slammed into the nearest wall, preverbal air leaving his body.
"You are NEVER to treat your fledglings in such a way – have I taught you nothing?"
"NOTHING!" Riku roared, launching himself at the form of his master, an inhuman snarl pouring from his lips. Ansem caught him easily enough and sent him flying again, though this time he impacted against the wall with less force.
"Childish. You know better," the silver haired man said, his voice even and monotone. He bent to help Tidus from the floor.
"This is none of your concern…" Riku coughed, blood trickling down the side of his mouth. Ansem swooped down beside him, licking the blood from his face. Riku tried to jerk away, but Ansem gripped at his face and held it fast.
"You are MINE Riku, you are to do as I say. And you disobeyed me. I forbid you to search for the boy again, didn't I?"
"I have to find him!" Riku cried desperately, sounding as heart broken as he felt. Tidus whimpered, wanting to go his master and comfort him, but knowing that he was not allowed. Tidus…was never allowed to touch Riku.
"You do NOT. I told you what would happen if the boy recovers his memories, and still you search…STILL YOU DISOBEY ME!" Ansem backhanded him across the face sharply.
The man stood.
"Tidus, collect your pathetic excuse for a master. We need to get him home if we are to save him."
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Background Music: Story of the Year, Linkin Park, T.a.T.u, and Yellowcard.
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Author Notes: Hmm…filler chapter most defiantly. Not too much more of the plot shown in this one…but next chapter, I PROMISE, there will be much more Riku/Sora-ness. As well as some one sided Riku/Tidus and some Yuffie/Kairi. XD;;; And I'll try not have such a long time between chapters – but no promises.
