Reg's Rambles

Sorry it has taken me forever to write this story... It's just I hand write (Hard copy) every story then I type it up... I have been on holiday and trying to get over a few problems... If you must know, I nearly failed my exams and I'm not sure if I can continue my school courses... DX.
Also, I admit, I started to become lazy and didn't want to finish this story. But I thought I had to, so here you go! Please read and review not only this story, but my other ones as well! And pm me if you want to suggest anything to me! I want to get better and also I am running out of FF ideas... And just for the record, I have finally seen episode 25 (ROLAN!!!!) and read books 2, 3,4,5,6, and 7 (manga)!!! Yay! So hopefully I can write FF about other ppl, because I only write Phantom FFS! I also need to write different pairings and I may even try to write a FF for another anime/manga or book... Please help me!
Enough of babbling on about nothing in particular... On with the story, and remember:

It Gets Worse Before It Gets Any Better

Rolan watched Phantom with a mixture of awe, pity and fright as he rolled on the floor, playing with sock puppets. Phantom MUST be completely insane now... I'm used to his 'I-want-to-take-over-the-world-and-kill-everyone-in-it' attitude... even though it still scares me... But this... Rolan was too overwhelmed for words.

"This is too much," he mumbled as Phantom giggled like a school girl.

"A beg your pardon?" Phantom spoke up, looking up at Rolan with unusual brightness.

"Wha-?"

"You shouldn't mumble... It's hard to hear you sometimes... And you make it harder when you mumble like that," he said.

"Er... Okay... Phantom? How are you? Are you happy?" Rolan questioned.

Phantom laughed in reply. "Oh, you! I'm fine... honestly," he said.

"Um... Tell me if you need anything, okay?" Rolan told Phantom, smiling weakly.

Phantom nodded. "I will... I promise."


"Rolan?"

Rolan snorted and jerked awake. He had drifted off to sleep on the sofa as he was watching a movie.

"Wha-?" he exclaimed, his eyes staring unfocused at Phantom. "Phant-tom?" he yawned.

"You told me to come to you if I needed something," Phantom explained.

Rolan blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked at the great knight that stood before him, bent over him so to see Rolan's face more clearly. He was still bare-footed and wearing that ridiculous frilly dress, but his face was paler and he was shuddering slightly.

"Whatisit?" Rolan asked, sitting bolt upright and glancing around the room, expecting an enemy to attack or something terribly horrifying to exist in the room with them.

The room was completely empty.

Rolan relaxed and blearily looked up at Phantom.

"What? Why are you trembling?" he stifled another yawn. He glanced over at the bed. It had been a wonderful nap...

"I... well... someone was knocking on the door..." Phantom said nervously, pointing at the door.

Rolan hastily got up and rushed to the door. He opened it.

No one was there.

Rolan stuck his head out of the door and searched the field outside for signs of a person.

No one was in sight.

"Phantom? There was no one..." Rolan trailed off as he turned around.

Phantom lay on the bed in a suggestive manner; his arms up beside him and his legs open.

Rolan stood frozen, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Ph... Pha... Phan-?" Rolan stammered, his face burning.

"Rolan... Please come here..." Phantom whispered in a seductive tone.

"Er... um..." Rolan stuttered.

"Rolan, my sweetheart, you said... If there was anything that you could do... Well this is it..." Phantom uttered, his eyes were wet... pleading Rolan to come to him.

Rolan reluctantly moved towards him, gulping down the burning hotness that had sprung up in his throat. He had seen Phantom act like this before with Peta.

Peta... I hope you come here soon... Rolan thought, imagining Peta's face leering at him. Wait! He KNEW this was going to happen! he realised as he sat heavily on the bed, his face blank and burning, and his stomach boiling sickly. He was reading that book... he knew that Phantom was going to become lusty... and the bastard didn't want to be caught out... he mustn't like it... he only pretends...

"What is wrong?" Phantom asked Rolan, wrapping his arms around Rolan's motionless body.

"I don't... want..." Rolan mumbled, closing his eyes.

"I saved your life. I gave you power. I gave you my mark... the greatest gift that I could of EVER have given you. You even said so yourself... Remember... that night that you practically BEGGED me to give you my Zombie Tattoo..." Phantom whispered into Rolan's ear as he stroked his long mousy-brown hair.

"Mmm..." Rolan replied, feeling weak and helpless. Phantom was going to get what he wanted whether Rolan agreed to it or not.

"You owe me everything and anything..."

"Mm... um..." was all that Rolan could manage. There was no point stalling the inevitable.

"And there is one thing that I want from you... Your purity... I want you to be dirty like me..." Phantom rasped in a husky voice. "No matter how hard you scrub and wash... the water can never wash it away... And you'll be condemned to always be tainted... to always feel unclean... to feel like me..." Phantom said, his unbandaged hand fondling Rolan's cheek. He put his lips to Rolan's. He ran his tongue over them, enjoying the succulent warmness that radiated from Rolan.

He pulled Rolan's small body close to his.

"Phantom..." Rolan moaned in a mixture of enjoyment and fright.

Phantom carefully placed Rolan on the bed next to him. He put his legs on either side of Rolan and sat lightly on him. He leant forward and passionately kissed him while unbuttoning Rolan's shirt.

Rolan squealed, his eyes wide in shock. He just couldn't take it. He wasn't about to lose his purity like this. He pushed Phantom's chest, trying to get the heavy man off his insignificant body.

Phantom ignored Rolan's struggles and pushed his tongue deeper into Rolan's mouth. He pulled Rolan suffocatingly closer.

Rolan was choking on Phantom's coldness and stench. He couldn't breathe and the way Phantom kept squeezing him tighter and tighter against his ice-cold chest wasn't helping.

"Pha... Pha... I... can't... breathe..." Rolan gasped.

Phantom stopped and released Rolan. He sat up and looked down at the breathless boy below him. He felt himself blushing.

"You liked it..." Phantom pointed out.

"For a bit," Rolan admitted, "but that was until you were threatening to take my purity and suffocating me!"

Phantom laughed and lay back on top of Rolan. He began to lick Rolan's chest with his freezing tongue.

Rolan shuddered under Phantom's tongue. The coldness was freezing his very soul, but the way Phantom held him, the way Phantom licked him...

Everything Phantom had said... It was all true... Rolan DID owe him everything... and, somehow... Rolan clutched Phantom's head, enjoying every lick of Phantom's tongue. He moaned a little as Phantom sucked and bit on his neck.

Then there was a knock at the door which made Phantom jump with shock. He lost his balance and fell off the bed onto the ground with an enormous crash.

"Are you all right?!" Rolan exclaimed, rolling to the side of the bed and peering over it. Phantom lay on his back with a look of horror and shock on his face.

The door creaked open and Peta swept in. He froze when he sighted the scene before him. Rolan lay topless, panting and sweaty on the messy bed and Phantom lay, dazed, on the bedroom floor.

I was too late. Phantom has, at last, reached the last stage... Poor Rolan... Peta thought. He kept his face blank, as he was the master of hiding his emotions.

"Rolan? What is Phantom doing on the ground?" he asked.

"Er... He fell off... sir," Rolan replied timorously.

"Ah. I see..." Peta said. He walked carefully towards Phantom. When he got there, he asked him, "Are you all right, my love?" in a gentle voice. Phantom muttered something in reply and sat up, holding his head.

"I'm sorry... Did I interrupt something?" Peta questioned Rolan as he helped Phantom up on his feet.

"Erm... No!" Rolan squealed, his face burning red.

Peta looked on the verge of a smart remark when Phantom said, "Peta?"

Peta adverted his gaze from Rolan and looked at Phantom.

"What is it, my dear?" he soothed.

"Where am I?"

"In our getaway..." Peta answered, raising an eyebrow at Rolan.

"Oh. Where was I?"

Phantom pushed Peta onto the bed, narrowly missing Rolan.

"Rolan... Leave please... For now... Phantom has been cured," Peta gasped as Phantom ripped off Peta's robes.

"O... O... Okay..." Rolan stuttered, rushing from the little hut.

"Now what?" he asked himself, sitting cross-legged on the grass. With Phantom cured and Peta making out with him it seemed that his adventure had drawn to an unexpected close.

-Note of explanation: Phantom hit his head and thought he was really making out with Peta. He didn't notice Rolan sitting topless next to him.