Hi! Sorry this one took so long. I was busy... I swear!

Nonetheless, I will begin on this chapter as of today. (5/13/04) And guess what tomorrow is... TROY! I will be going to see it Friday (5/14/04), so I might not get to work on this until I get home. Then I have an extra credit project due Monday (5/17/04) then my revised essay on Tuesday. (You wanna guess the date?) ;;

Also, the question from the last chapter was answered. YAY! Now, do you think I should do a request? The reviewers who answered it were... animeangel and cassidy dell! Give me your answers in your next review! The answer for the question- "Where does the song Suteki Da Ne come from?- is... Final Fantasy X! Rikku sings!

Reviewers were gogglehead girl, Soul-Spirit, KingdomHearts309, animeangel, cassidy dell, apie, VampssAmby10210, Promise, Kairi099 (Yep! I won! I'm at Final Rest now!) Rinoki Rio, and... that's it! Thank you!

A special thanks to a friend at school who is amazing at romance! She's given me an idea (because I was at a block) and I took it to heart to put it in my story!

5/22: Random "Hey! ::taps screen:: You know who you are! I bet you'll read this.... someday.... ::points out to a certain screen:: I'll see you on Wednesday! (5-26) ::grins evilly:: Then your life is going to be living Hell! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! ::coughs::"

Sora, Riku, and other characters used in this story that are not mine are owned by Disney and SquareEnix.

Warnings- Yaoi (They finally confessed!), Abuse, Slavery, and other whatnot.

Sora's POV

Servants, Obey Thy Masters

Chapter Nine: Suteki Da Ne/ Isn't it Beautiful?

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I love the way he stares at me... those eyes filled with determination and compassion all at once. Those spiraled glints and smooth textures of aquamarine pierce through me... I become stiff... like a cold piece of ice struck down by an amazing storm of lust. I can't help but feel that I want that lust brutally placed upon me. No... I need it at times...

Unfortunately... I haven't truly felt that desire for me completely. I know he's much more mature than I and I need to fulfill that heat that takes him almost everytime his irises become slightly highlighted by fervor, his breath becoming more erratic with each passing second that agonizingly passes. He pants my name and pulls me against him, kissing my neck and biting at a juncture slightly. I can't say that I don't like it... but I'm not at all pleased by his approach. But, I can't hurt him... push him away from me... it's just that I become so shy when he begins his animalistic rampage of passion. Then, when he gets a tad out of line in out of line in my personal space, I force him away from my body that was still recovering from his last attack. And what he says to me... breaks every piece of me like a mirror falling to the ground...

'You're so damn naïve and so damn innocent...'

'You have to realize now that we can't live like that anymore...'

And I know that he means well... it just pains me more than any weapon ever could. I bet that it may even hurt more than the beatings and punishments he receives down in the lower levels of the palace...

And, oh, how I hate his screams and whimpers of pain with a purple passion.

I loathe every guard and royal person that ever lays eyes on him and snorts, considering him nothing more than a filthy, low-life servant that tries his hardest to act as if he deserves a special reward for his duties. That is too far from the truth. I have never heard Riku ask me for something materialistic before. He might ask for food now and then when he is completely deprived of it. But that's it. But, then again... my love for him is the most I could ever give anybody... even my father has not the privilege to know what Riku knows. Riku knows that I love him. And ever since he let me choose a companion, I have never told my father that I loved him since.

I don't think my father deserves my love...

I mean... I know he is my father, the king of our kingdom, ruler of the lands... but there has always been this shroud of corruption and untold secrets that has pursued his 'kingly' figure ever since he was crowned... even though I have only known him for fifteen years. But, if you have even seen my father... it's as if he is the son of Heaven. He well-kept, clean, handsome- but not as handsome as my Riku- and very 'generous' when push comes to shove. He can be the nicest of ruler... and then he can be the vilest of fiends...

Like when my old friend was killed because he misplaced something of mine and my father saw me helping him. If I remember correctly, his name was Tidus. He had a hairstyle similar to Riku's only his hair had hues of ripe wheat gold. His eyes were far closer in shape to mine than anyone else, but his irises were a but lighter than mine. However, he had those familiar scars and wounds that Riku carries from unessential beatings for no righteous purpose whatsoever. Tidus also was only a few months older than me, (A/N: I know Tidus is probably younger than Sora, but let's just make him older, okay?) unlike Riku.

Tidus was just as playful as I am now, if not more, We used to run around the gardens, play hide-and-seek, or play catch with a makeshift ball. I recall that once, we decided to go swimming in the pond just a ways from the gardens and... I think poor me had to take swimming lessons from him...

And that was about the time Tidus was killed for 'not finishing duties placed upon him by those higher than him.' I told them all that I just misplaced it and it was nothing to have a fit over... but Tidus was drug down into the lowest levels of the palace and tortured with whips and hot metal rods that they stabbed him with. I couldn't help but sob as I was 'entertained' by this punishment. I told Tidus I was sorry each time new scars was marred and burned into him. He would give me a soft-spoken comfort, telling me that they would all pay for their bitterness and misjudgment. And I'm sure he was right... I knew his wise, yet young, intellect. He had used it on me a few times prior to he hideous onslaught of injustice.

Soon after, I remember him dying finally after hours of torment and deception.

I never wanted to see his corpse again before me, staring up blankly at me while a dark cloud had hazed the color of the eyes. Crimson literally covered the body, blackened red and jagged scars and wounds etched their way through his skin like a painting from the pits of Hell itself. His lips were parted as if he was softly breathing as if he were breathing the malicious and tainted air that hovered with death and guilt. His head was rolled to the right and I couldn't help but throw up my dinner from earlier that day. Then, they carried off his sprawled and disfigured corpse to a pile of wood, various items of little use, and other decrypted corpse of servants that had gone through some of the same anguishing and... horrific event that took Tidus' life.

But, now... I have that same fear for Riku. I know he loves me... and I love him... but all that comes with a very high consequence. For example- what would happen if someone found out about us? Riku was already taking more than he could handle, and if anyone figured out anything that was between Riku and me... I'm positive that each and every guard would want to use that excuse to take my lover's head. I don't know about my father, but I am absolutely sure that everyone, except the other servants, would want to impale Riku with their swords and spears.

Now, until that day when everything comes to nothing but a bloody battle of love and hate, I can do nothing but wait as patiently as I can. Then again, Riku might take some time to cope with the time period, considering that he wants to rip each guards' head off and hang them from the ceiling in my room so they can look on us as we 'love one another'. I... still haven't completely taken in all that... and comprehend it... but I still like that he's willing to do that if someone gets in the way of our love... the bond that took us so long to admit.

He's sitting beside me, while I lay on his side, my hand and head resting on his muscular chest. He pulls me towards his warm radiance with his arm that is under me, as if I was shivering in the cold. It's nighttime, and I have never seen the sky so beautiful and... enthralling as it is tonight. The candles are out, and we just lay there, basking in the glow of the silver moon that is waning none tonight. It is full with the platinum beauty that twines my lover's tresses together. I told him once that he had 'serene lunar locks', and that he must be a child of the moon. He laughed and said he wasn't that holy. I just gaze at him adoringly, taking in the prize that took someone so... unworthy like me. Both the moon and the stars light him, making him shine dully, yet wonderfully celestial. His hair glistens more than it usually does and I compare it to the loveliness to both a diamond and silver. He would triumph over both easily and show off his handsome looks.

Then he turns to me and grins as he embraces me even further. His eyes seem... seem so much more compelling than most times. I like the feeling of discomfiture he gives me when he pierces me with his stare. Once more, the glow of the moon amplifies his lovely features more, making his eyes scintillate in a hypnotic and prurient notion. He narrows them at me more than they were and anxiety washes over his expression gently. He stares at me just a little longer before finally saying something. "Is something wrong?"

I couldn't help but wish he didn't have as good an intuition as I do. I know he knows something is wrong and that it needs to be fixed... but I can't tell him about Tidus or any of my other doubts in our relationship. He won't stop until I do... but I can't tell him no matter what he does or says. I can only swerve around his need to know the truth. He knows I'll lie... but at least he won't know my fear for his life.

Because fearing for my life is too much for one person...

I stay quiet, waiting for him to back down during our contest of whims. We gawk at each other, quietly waiting for the other to break. I can feel every nerve in me tense profusely as he inches closer to me. He knows how to convince me into to speaking... he picked up that knack somewhere around me. He pulls me just a tad bit closer and he presses his lips against mine. My eyes widened before drifting shut slowly, taking in nothing else but Riku's touches and kisses. His hands are placed at the back of my silk-clothed waist and the callous padding of his fingertips massages my skin through the fabric. He groans gently, moving in closer- though, at this point, I don't believe he can get any closer- to capture me in his woven web of passion and need. He is completely aware of my weaknesses, and he knows massages on my waist, or on any part of my back, is one of the biggest ones.

I wrapped my lithe arms around his neck, sighing as he glided his head down towards my neck, kissing just right of my chin before he feasts upon me, growling possessively. I heard him whisper for me not to push him away during his licks and nips at my sensitive vein at my neck, making me moan softly and making my breath a bit heavier. I can't help but to fall into him and comply, though at first, I had no earthlyidea why he didn't want me to force him away during his... assault. But, complicated as this all seemed to me, he took this bafflement of what seemed to be my understanding of his whole 'speech' into his own hands. Literally.

Before I knew it, he was unbuttoning my nightgown.

"R-riku...! Th-that's enough-!"

I trailed my hands down to his chest to mildly move him away. He grunted, pulling me right back into him. I snorted, annoyed by this new problem. Riku thoroughly enjoyed making me uncomfortable. That was bewildering at the moment. Also, just as confusing, he accomplished the task of unbuttoning my gown, though he did have to fight with me after I thrashed a... little bit more than usual. But, nonetheless, Riku decided that my gown wasn't meant to stay on me. Oh, no...! That was way too much to ask of him when I asked him to NOT remove any clothing from either of our bodies. And, frankly, I think he could have cared less.

And, his point repetitively screaming inside of my head, I knew this had to stop once and for all.

I giggled 'happily' when he started to slip my gown off of my shoulders and down to wrist-level, leaving my waist up exposed. I shivered at the cool air that hit it before gaining my composure and continuing my 'enjoyment' of Riku's motions. I felt his kisses head southward and I began my own 'fun.'

The next thing I heard after I had pushed him away from me roughly was a thump, a curse, and an aggravated Riku glaring at me hotly as he rubbed his back end and I fixed myself up properly. I giggled again, getting on my hands and knees and crawling over across to peer at him. His eyes held a bottled-up anger and an irritation embedded deep within those bright, mischievous narrow orbs of his. His hair was slightly disheveled and his shirt was out of order. I couldn't help but pat his head and talk to him in a cute little voice as if he were a toddler.

"Aw... Did wittle Wiku fall down?"

He growled, standing up hastily and sitting right back down beside me. He crossed his well-built arms across his chest and still held that mature 'pout' of his. I turned and grinned innocently at him.

"Oh, how cute... Isn't wittle Wiku beautiful?"

Then, it was my turn to feel the burn of my body hitting that hard floor that stung so much.

"How cute... Sowa wooks adowable with his gown all the way up to his shoulders..."

I blushed hotly as I noticed my gown skirt was all the way up to the middle of my back, leaving everything lower shuddering in the cool air. I groaned as I heard him sneer happily at me, soaking in all his sweet revenge.

"I hate you, Riku..."

"I wove you, too... Sowa!"

Ha-ha! Sorry that took so long. I hoped ya'll enjoyed a more 'intimate' Sora. He isn't that far in thinking yet, but I think he gets the general idea. Nonetheless, I did add Tidus, which I hope will add more to the story now. The note about my friend earlier giving me the idea... I haven't gotten to the 'special idea' yet. But, don't worry! It'll be soon.

Oh, raise your hands if you have exams coming up. ::raises hands:: Yep! Once again, I am forced to take the evil papers known as... EXAMS! ::suspenseful music:: Dun Dun Dun!

Sorry about that folks! I'll get chappie ten up soon!