Seducing a Demon
(Cloud's P.O.V.)
"Riku..." I moaned into semi dark of my room. I know I shouldn't feel this way, this lustful, toward a fourteen-year-old boy and that I definitely shouldn't be jacking off to a midday fantasy about him. But here I am, in my room, doing just that.
"Uhn...Riku...!" I moaned more urgently. 'Good lord, I'm glad he's taking a bath... right...now...' I moaned at the thought. I could smell his bubble bath add-ins all the way down the hall. Roses; beautiful and dangerous... Just like Riku. I bit my lip, and shut my eyes tightly as I imagined what it would be like to screw him. Ooh, hearing him cry out my name as he writhed, withered, and panted beneath me. Kissing those cotton candy colored lips while ramming into his hot, tight, virgin ass. I kept stroking myself harder, faster, almost at my edge. I heard the door suddenly creak. 'Shit!' I rolled off the top of the bed quickly to get out of whomever had entered's sight.
"Cloud?" 'Ak! Riku!'"You ok?" I nodded as I searched frantically over the floor looking for some article of clothing. "You sure?" I nodded again. "What did you call me for?"He asked as he lent over. I spotted my boxers hiding under my bed. I quickly slipped them on, and flopped onto my stomach on my bed (I really hope he didn't notice the bulge in the front) facing both the door, and my angel. I felt his soft hands, cool against my heated flesh. I felt my face redden despite myself.
"Hmm...You're feeling a little warm." 'You'd be warm too if you'd nearly been caught fondling yourself by the person you're in love with.' I thought, and my eyes darkened with lust and bitterness.
"Are you sick?" Ah! How naive my wished lover is! I nodded, finding it a perfectly suitable answer. I suppose it isn't too far off, either. Some people would find me sick, being in love with a boy several years younger then my self. But if love is an illness, I will not be cured (not that there is any treatment or medication to help me, should I wish to be cured). His cherry colored lips smiled gently as his hand dropped from my forehead. He suddenly got a quizzical expression on his face as he rubbed the fabric covering his thighs. We both looked down, and found him sitting on my floor in a towel (Mmm... Riku in a towel...:D)... He blushed, making him look even lovelier then before.
"I'll be up with some lunch for you...After I get dressed." I nodded, unable to take my eyes off of his chiseled features. I purred gently as I rested my head on the comforter, and watched him leave. His skin beneath the fabric was glossy and soft. You could literally feel how soft his skin is just by watching him. I sighed after he left the room. In a dazed stupor, I stood, took a cold shower, and was fully dressed by the time the sound of pots and pans echoed up the stairs and into the hall. As I entered the kitchen, I spotted Riku bent over at the waist, searching for a stray pan.
"Ah, damn it!" Riku swore at the cabinets below the counter. "Where the...What the hell is that? Ewww...." He pulled his hand out off the cabinet, a pan in one hand, and a massive glob of multi colored, gelatin- like substance in the other. The glob of Jell-O bounced oddly, and without Riku's assistance. It moved independently. "Hmm?" He looked down at it, and gave a sudden mixture of a yelp, and a girly shriek. It sprang from his hand, and landed on the table in the middle of the room. It seemed to shudder violently. Riku stood slowly (for he'd fallen over when he'd screeched), looking both flushed and embarrassed. He stepped lightly over to the table, and reached slowly toward the substance. It sprang back a few centimeters before shuddering harder. I saw his eyes soften, and he brushed his fingertips against the top of the blob. Its shudders eased as he scratched at it lightly. It gurgled, and wrapped around his wrist and hand as a sort of hug. Riku grinned and chuckled.
"So, what's your name, hmm?" He asked as he sat in a chair facing it. It bounced, and flashed multiple colors. His eyes narrowed as he whispered "I see..." He clapped his hands together twice and grinned at it. "I'll call you Hashiro; eight colors!" Riku picked Hashiro up in his arms, and hugged it tightly. It wrapped its self around Riku's arms, squeezing back. I walked silently into the kitchen, remaining unnoticed until I stood right before his very eyes to see.
"Riku, what is that?" He looked up with his large green eyes and shrugged.
"Found it..."
"Where?"
"...In the cabinet..."
"Have you named it?"
"...Yes..."
"Do you intend to keep it?"
"...Yes..."
"What is its name?" Riku seemed to get tired of this question and answer game, and in an exasperated tone replied
"Hashiro; his name is Hashiro." I smiled slightly, and bent over onto one knee. I reached out my hands; my palms up. Riku stared at me, his sea green eyes glittering in wonder.
"May I?" His eyes sparked with more puzzlement as he tilted his head to the side, his silky silver hair sweeping over his shoulders. I had to close my eyes for a moment, I was afraid, I guess. Of what I'm afraid; I don't know. Maybe it was the innocence in his face. The thought of such purity of soul made me sigh inwardly with bitterness. No heart so pure could love a heart so corrupt. Or perhaps it was the strange glimmer behind his eyes that made me shudder and tremble with curiosity. What expression it was, I cannot decipher. It's a mixture of fear, pain, and joy beyond my comprehension.
Riku's expression lightened, and he smiled as he slid Hashiro into my open hands. It wriggled, and jumped, and stretched into odd shapes. We both smiled at each other, and watched it switch forms. It finally settled into a heart shape that glowed with a warm light.
"Oh," Was Riku's uttered approval. It switched again. It now formed words.
'Hi.' Riku grinned again, and answered
"Hello, Hashiro!" I gave a short chuckle as Hashiro continued
'Hashiro? Oh! Yeah, right; Hashiro...That's my name, isn't it?' Riku nodded furiously, his normally perfect hair being tossed up and down. He suddenly stopped, his hair falling into place.
"You do like your name, don't you?" Hashiro gurgled, and shifted.
'Yes, I do.' Riku grinned again. 'But, who are you?' I opened my mouth to reply, but was interrupted by my energetic companion.
"I'm Riku, and this is Cloud! He's my friend, and he lives upstairs, and he's been looking for me because he met my friend Sora at the Coliseum and fought him, then Sora told him all about his adventure, but of course He knew me already because he was in Hollow Bastion with me and...." And he just went on and on and on...
"Riku...Riku! RIKU!" He stopped in mid sentences, and clamped his mouth shut, his cheeks turning red.
"Sorry..." I sighed, and ruffled his hair with my free hand as I handed Hashiro back to him. He looked up at me as if remembering something. "What are you doing down here, any way? You should be in bed! You're sick, remember?" I smiled, and ruffled his hair again.
"Don't worry. I'm all right. Just a little bug, I guess." I shrugged, and walked out of the kitchen. I sat on the couch in the next room, and picked up a book I've been reading. The Inferno 'Dante's immortal drama of a journey through Hell'... I smiled to myself as I read a passage.
'Then he (A Demon Wrath) stretched both hands to the boat, but warily
the Master shoved him back, crying, "Down! Down!
With the other dogs!" Then he embraced me saying:
"Indignant spirit, I kiss you as you frown.
Blessed be she who bore you. In world and time
this one was haughtier yet. Not one unbending
graces his memory. Here is his shadow in slime..."'
I fancied myself to be Virgil, the 'Master;' and Riku, my Dante. I'd like to kiss Riku whenever he frowned, for none would ever see it. His lips would be too quickly covered by mine before any could see a frown on my young lover's face. I was lost in a daydream as Riku entered the large living room. He sat on one end of the table in front of the couch, and placed Hashiro on the other. He then drew out a stack of coloring books, and placed one before of each of them. He brought his large box of more than 100 different color crayons (which included even non-existent colors like: Watermelon Blue, Strawberry Green; as well as Midnight Yellow; Ah, the wonders of Kingdom Hearts, ne?) which they gladly dug into. I found I couldn't concentrate on the book amongst the giggles, and scattered conversation between the two. I finally snapped the book shut, causing both Riku and Hashiro to glance up at me. I sank to my knees, slid a book off of the top, and took a few crayons. As I began coloring, Riku and Hashiro looked at one another, and grinned (I don't know how Hashiro looks at me, or grins...You can just tell.). And for the rest of the afternoon, we colored and chatted amongst ourselves.
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Animage: Whew! What a short Chapter! The next one will be longer and I 'm pretty sure it'll have both Riku and Cloud's POV. *looks over her shoulder**sweatdrop* Hehe..Anime_Boi's sleeping.! How can he sleep with Dance Dance Revolution blaring out of the speakers?! Hmmm.. Animage must research this..
Anime_Boi: Animage must shut up and stop talking in third person! *throws pillow at her*
Animage: Eh? *looks over her shoulder again* Eep! *pillow hits her in the face* I'll probably add the next chapter today or tomorrow.Don't look forward to many updates so often -_-! I've had this on my computer for about a month, and am just NOW posting it. *sigh* Oh well.
Anime_Boi: I said to shut up Ani!
Animage: *sweatdrop* I don't own anything! Ahhhhh..Ja ne!
(Cloud's P.O.V.)
"Riku..." I moaned into semi dark of my room. I know I shouldn't feel this way, this lustful, toward a fourteen-year-old boy and that I definitely shouldn't be jacking off to a midday fantasy about him. But here I am, in my room, doing just that.
"Uhn...Riku...!" I moaned more urgently. 'Good lord, I'm glad he's taking a bath... right...now...' I moaned at the thought. I could smell his bubble bath add-ins all the way down the hall. Roses; beautiful and dangerous... Just like Riku. I bit my lip, and shut my eyes tightly as I imagined what it would be like to screw him. Ooh, hearing him cry out my name as he writhed, withered, and panted beneath me. Kissing those cotton candy colored lips while ramming into his hot, tight, virgin ass. I kept stroking myself harder, faster, almost at my edge. I heard the door suddenly creak. 'Shit!' I rolled off the top of the bed quickly to get out of whomever had entered's sight.
"Cloud?" 'Ak! Riku!'"You ok?" I nodded as I searched frantically over the floor looking for some article of clothing. "You sure?" I nodded again. "What did you call me for?"He asked as he lent over. I spotted my boxers hiding under my bed. I quickly slipped them on, and flopped onto my stomach on my bed (I really hope he didn't notice the bulge in the front) facing both the door, and my angel. I felt his soft hands, cool against my heated flesh. I felt my face redden despite myself.
"Hmm...You're feeling a little warm." 'You'd be warm too if you'd nearly been caught fondling yourself by the person you're in love with.' I thought, and my eyes darkened with lust and bitterness.
"Are you sick?" Ah! How naive my wished lover is! I nodded, finding it a perfectly suitable answer. I suppose it isn't too far off, either. Some people would find me sick, being in love with a boy several years younger then my self. But if love is an illness, I will not be cured (not that there is any treatment or medication to help me, should I wish to be cured). His cherry colored lips smiled gently as his hand dropped from my forehead. He suddenly got a quizzical expression on his face as he rubbed the fabric covering his thighs. We both looked down, and found him sitting on my floor in a towel (Mmm... Riku in a towel...:D)... He blushed, making him look even lovelier then before.
"I'll be up with some lunch for you...After I get dressed." I nodded, unable to take my eyes off of his chiseled features. I purred gently as I rested my head on the comforter, and watched him leave. His skin beneath the fabric was glossy and soft. You could literally feel how soft his skin is just by watching him. I sighed after he left the room. In a dazed stupor, I stood, took a cold shower, and was fully dressed by the time the sound of pots and pans echoed up the stairs and into the hall. As I entered the kitchen, I spotted Riku bent over at the waist, searching for a stray pan.
"Ah, damn it!" Riku swore at the cabinets below the counter. "Where the...What the hell is that? Ewww...." He pulled his hand out off the cabinet, a pan in one hand, and a massive glob of multi colored, gelatin- like substance in the other. The glob of Jell-O bounced oddly, and without Riku's assistance. It moved independently. "Hmm?" He looked down at it, and gave a sudden mixture of a yelp, and a girly shriek. It sprang from his hand, and landed on the table in the middle of the room. It seemed to shudder violently. Riku stood slowly (for he'd fallen over when he'd screeched), looking both flushed and embarrassed. He stepped lightly over to the table, and reached slowly toward the substance. It sprang back a few centimeters before shuddering harder. I saw his eyes soften, and he brushed his fingertips against the top of the blob. Its shudders eased as he scratched at it lightly. It gurgled, and wrapped around his wrist and hand as a sort of hug. Riku grinned and chuckled.
"So, what's your name, hmm?" He asked as he sat in a chair facing it. It bounced, and flashed multiple colors. His eyes narrowed as he whispered "I see..." He clapped his hands together twice and grinned at it. "I'll call you Hashiro; eight colors!" Riku picked Hashiro up in his arms, and hugged it tightly. It wrapped its self around Riku's arms, squeezing back. I walked silently into the kitchen, remaining unnoticed until I stood right before his very eyes to see.
"Riku, what is that?" He looked up with his large green eyes and shrugged.
"Found it..."
"Where?"
"...In the cabinet..."
"Have you named it?"
"...Yes..."
"Do you intend to keep it?"
"...Yes..."
"What is its name?" Riku seemed to get tired of this question and answer game, and in an exasperated tone replied
"Hashiro; his name is Hashiro." I smiled slightly, and bent over onto one knee. I reached out my hands; my palms up. Riku stared at me, his sea green eyes glittering in wonder.
"May I?" His eyes sparked with more puzzlement as he tilted his head to the side, his silky silver hair sweeping over his shoulders. I had to close my eyes for a moment, I was afraid, I guess. Of what I'm afraid; I don't know. Maybe it was the innocence in his face. The thought of such purity of soul made me sigh inwardly with bitterness. No heart so pure could love a heart so corrupt. Or perhaps it was the strange glimmer behind his eyes that made me shudder and tremble with curiosity. What expression it was, I cannot decipher. It's a mixture of fear, pain, and joy beyond my comprehension.
Riku's expression lightened, and he smiled as he slid Hashiro into my open hands. It wriggled, and jumped, and stretched into odd shapes. We both smiled at each other, and watched it switch forms. It finally settled into a heart shape that glowed with a warm light.
"Oh," Was Riku's uttered approval. It switched again. It now formed words.
'Hi.' Riku grinned again, and answered
"Hello, Hashiro!" I gave a short chuckle as Hashiro continued
'Hashiro? Oh! Yeah, right; Hashiro...That's my name, isn't it?' Riku nodded furiously, his normally perfect hair being tossed up and down. He suddenly stopped, his hair falling into place.
"You do like your name, don't you?" Hashiro gurgled, and shifted.
'Yes, I do.' Riku grinned again. 'But, who are you?' I opened my mouth to reply, but was interrupted by my energetic companion.
"I'm Riku, and this is Cloud! He's my friend, and he lives upstairs, and he's been looking for me because he met my friend Sora at the Coliseum and fought him, then Sora told him all about his adventure, but of course He knew me already because he was in Hollow Bastion with me and...." And he just went on and on and on...
"Riku...Riku! RIKU!" He stopped in mid sentences, and clamped his mouth shut, his cheeks turning red.
"Sorry..." I sighed, and ruffled his hair with my free hand as I handed Hashiro back to him. He looked up at me as if remembering something. "What are you doing down here, any way? You should be in bed! You're sick, remember?" I smiled, and ruffled his hair again.
"Don't worry. I'm all right. Just a little bug, I guess." I shrugged, and walked out of the kitchen. I sat on the couch in the next room, and picked up a book I've been reading. The Inferno 'Dante's immortal drama of a journey through Hell'... I smiled to myself as I read a passage.
'Then he (A Demon Wrath) stretched both hands to the boat, but warily
the Master shoved him back, crying, "Down! Down!
With the other dogs!" Then he embraced me saying:
"Indignant spirit, I kiss you as you frown.
Blessed be she who bore you. In world and time
this one was haughtier yet. Not one unbending
graces his memory. Here is his shadow in slime..."'
I fancied myself to be Virgil, the 'Master;' and Riku, my Dante. I'd like to kiss Riku whenever he frowned, for none would ever see it. His lips would be too quickly covered by mine before any could see a frown on my young lover's face. I was lost in a daydream as Riku entered the large living room. He sat on one end of the table in front of the couch, and placed Hashiro on the other. He then drew out a stack of coloring books, and placed one before of each of them. He brought his large box of more than 100 different color crayons (which included even non-existent colors like: Watermelon Blue, Strawberry Green; as well as Midnight Yellow; Ah, the wonders of Kingdom Hearts, ne?) which they gladly dug into. I found I couldn't concentrate on the book amongst the giggles, and scattered conversation between the two. I finally snapped the book shut, causing both Riku and Hashiro to glance up at me. I sank to my knees, slid a book off of the top, and took a few crayons. As I began coloring, Riku and Hashiro looked at one another, and grinned (I don't know how Hashiro looks at me, or grins...You can just tell.). And for the rest of the afternoon, we colored and chatted amongst ourselves.
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Animage: Whew! What a short Chapter! The next one will be longer and I 'm pretty sure it'll have both Riku and Cloud's POV. *looks over her shoulder**sweatdrop* Hehe..Anime_Boi's sleeping.! How can he sleep with Dance Dance Revolution blaring out of the speakers?! Hmmm.. Animage must research this..
Anime_Boi: Animage must shut up and stop talking in third person! *throws pillow at her*
Animage: Eh? *looks over her shoulder again* Eep! *pillow hits her in the face* I'll probably add the next chapter today or tomorrow.Don't look forward to many updates so often -_-! I've had this on my computer for about a month, and am just NOW posting it. *sigh* Oh well.
Anime_Boi: I said to shut up Ani!
Animage: *sweatdrop* I don't own anything! Ahhhhh..Ja ne!