.hack//G.U
Desire
I apologize for making the last chapter so short, but this one makes up for it with yaoi-ness. LOTS of yaoi-ness.
Before, I was just writing for the sake of writing. But now... I HAVE PLOT.
I actually know where I'm going with this! Yay!
Also, if you want the URL of the site with the pic, its at at the bottom of my profile. It's the very last thing.
I wrote this while listening parts of the .hack//GU sound track, including "You Smiled Gently" (aka "Your Gentle Smile," and "You Smiled Kindly"), "Swaying Emotions," and "Lost Resolution." Also, the song "How It Ends" by DeVotchKa was a great inspiration.
"And in your heart, you know it to be true.
You know what you gotta do.
They all depend on you.
And you already know.
Yeah, you already know how this will end.
There is no escape"
It reminds me of Ovan. If you've watched the movie or played all the GU games, you should understand
Stupid Disclaimer: I don't even own the computer I'm writing this on... what makes you think I own these characters (Or the songs I mentioned above)? Yes, I am awesome. But not that awesome.
Oh... if you don't remember where we're at... everyone's favorite PKK has just been pinned to the ground by a psycho with three arms... heh...
"Bu-but why?! Why must I destroy you, Ovan?!" Haso cried. He struggled to get free, but only succeeded in further damaging his impaled hand.
Ovan didn't respond, just met his eyes over his glasses with an unreadable gaze. Then something flashed in his eyes.
Sadness...
The unexpected emotion was gone as quickly as it appeared. In its place was calm resignation.
"I have no other choice, Haseo. This is our fate."
"Fate?! FATE?!" he yelled in reply. "Since when do you let some bullshit like fate make decisions for you?!"
Ovan smiled sadly down at him. "I intended to walk this path on my own, but it seems that I need you. Even if it destroys the both of us, we must endure."
"Ovan..."
"Did you not swear to do anything to save Shino and the lost ones?"
"Y-yes, I did! But-" he declared but was cut off by a pair of thin lips pressing against his own for the second time that day.
He attempted to get away again, but failed. Instead, the black AIDA blade sliced even more of his hand's flesh. He emitted a sharp cry, parting his lips. Ovan took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into the rouge's mouth. The kiss was much like the previous one, rough and demanding, but with an edge of desperation.
Haseo grunted in protest, but refused to move for fear of splitting his hand clear in half. Instead, he bit the offending appendage. He tasted blood, but the older man didn't even try to pull back or stop him.
Suddenly Ovan jerked his head away, freeing himself from the bloody kiss. His eyes had suddenly changed. Where they should have been white, they were black, giving him a demonic, insane look. His lips twisted into a sardonic smile.
"Do you want to make this painful? I'd be happy to oblige," he asked. His voice was Ovan's, but the tone was all wrong.
Apparently the Aida was in control now.
"Let me go!" he cried. As if Ovan wasn't bad enough, now he had to deal with the insane AIDA.
The blade in his hand twisted sharply, eliciting another cry of pain from the rouge. He smirked down at him.
"I've waited so long for this... for a chance to infect the infamous Terror of Death..." AIDA muttered through Ovan's lips. "He's denied me this for so long... but now... now I finally have you!"
The black spots suddenly appeared, surrounding the Tri-Edge arm. A second later they converged on the helpless epitaph user. They slid down the demonic arm onto Haseo's bleeding hand. They continued down, surrounding him almost entirely.
Haseo screamed, bucking wildly against the body above him. He could hear the AIDA whispering promises to him, trying to draw him in. But he refused to listen.
"Just give in, Haseo," Ovan whispered. Haseo could tell from the voice that the real Ovan was back in control.
"No!" he gasped. "NO! I... I can't...!"
He couldn't believe this was happening. The man he loved and respected most was attacking him. Trying to infect him with AIDA. Forcing him to feel pain in real life as well as destroying his character. And right after he kissed him.
Haseo knew he was right-- he was nothing more than a pawn to the older man.
He screamed again, partially from anger and frustration and partially from the pain of the AIDA.
He gasped as he felt lips on his neck, slowly kissing and licking his skin. The pleasant, but unwanted, feeling was juxtaposed with the feeling of his body being torn apart by AIDA.
"O-ovan... please..." he whimpered. He didn't really understand what was happening, but he was sure it wasn't good.
He was afraid.
He barely noticed when a hand slipped up his shirt, slowly sliding over the pale skin. He shivered as the hand slid over one of the small nubs of nerves on his chest. Ovan suddenly pinched it between his fingers roughly. Haseo gasped again, arching off the floor with a moan that was part pain, part pleasure.
The hand that was pinning down Haseo's not impaled hand released him. Haseo didn't even register it as another wave of AIDA attacked him.
His body thrashed around as he screamed. He flung his head back, crashing it into the ground painfully.
Ovan's hands gently, but firmly, wrapped around his head, preventing him from giving himself a concussion and forcing him to meet his eyes.
"Haseo, just give in and this all will be over. I'll let you go. I do not want to hurt you."
"Why?" he cried, tears actually beginning to roll down his cheeks.
The older man brushed away the tears with a gloved finger, gently caressing.
"Justice must be served. Sacrifice must be made in exchange for an equivalent miracle. That is the root of this world. The absolute rule." (1)
"Don't give me that shit, Ovan! What miracle could you possibly want?! You already have everything, don't you!?" The AIDA's attack was subsiding slightly and he could finally speak in whole, coherent sentences. "All you've done is destroy and manipulate! Yet you think you deserve a miracle?!"
Ovan's lips curled into a slight smile. But it wasn't happy at all. It spoke of pain and bitterness. Of dreams unfulfilled and prayers unanswered. Of the truths he carried along for so long.
Haseo felt his heart clench at the sight, but refused to be deterred. The smile is probably just another lie after all, he reasoned.
Using his free hand, he punched the older man in the face as hard as he could from the odd angle. Ovan gasped. He had been holding back the AIDA so that Haseo could at least talk for a moment, but the attack caused him to lose control if it.
The evil-looking black dots flickered for a moment and then were upon him once again, trying to tear him apart mentally and physically.
"I- I refuse!... I refuse to be your sacrifice!" he screamed.
Ovan pressed their lips together. It was soft and somehow apologetic, so unlike the other kisses.
The man removed one hand from the teen's head, but continued to hold it off of the ground with the other.
His eyes spoke silently all the words and apologizes he longed to whisper but couldn't. They each had their parts to play, and if Haseo forgave him, he wouldn't be able to destroy him. It would all be for naught.
He blinked slowly. When he opened his eyes, they were devoid of emotion once again.
With a wave of his hand, he made the rouge's clothing and armor disappeared. Haseo gasped at the sudden feel of the cool air and on his bare skin.
"Ovan! What are you-!" he began to yell, but his words dissolved into a moan as he felt fingers slide down his length.
"Stop it, Ovan! Please..."
The torturous fingers continued to caress the skin slowly, barely touching, driving Haseo mad. He began bucking up into the hand, but it wasn't enough. He hated himself for giving in so easily, yet couldn't deny how good it made him feel. He cursed himself for every moan, every whimper, every silent plea for more.
The truth was, he did want Ovan, but not like this. Not as a pawn. He wanted Ovan to love him as an equal. And this...this is an insult to everything he ever wanted from Ovan and everything ever wanted to give Ovan.
The feeling of pleasure and the pain of AIDA were twisting together and mixing in his mind till he didn't know which was which.
Even though he felt he would die if Ovan stopped, he forced himself to whisper protests. His mind refused to give in, even if his body was long lost to the waves of pleasure.
"Why... are you... doing this... Ovan?" he forced out between moans.
He grunted, annoyed, when the hand disappeared.
Ovan gently laid the rouge's head on the ground before sliding down his body, kissing and licking as he went.
"Because you're somehow able to resist the AIDA," he answered, cryptically.
"Wh-what? Ovan-" he tried to speak, but was suddenly cut off as he felt something warm and wet engulf his shaft.
His moans and gasps grew louder as Ovan's lips moved up and down slowly. He could feel the tip of his tongue tracing veins across the skin and swirling around the tip.
Ovan could feel himself loosing control of both AIDA and himself. Hearing the cries of pleasure from the PKK was driving him insane. He wanted nothing more than to be inside the rouge. Every delicious sound he made devoured a bit of his sanity. He could barely control the urge. But he refused to give into such desires.
Someday, Haseo may be able to forgive him for this, but full on sex--no, rape--was neither needed nor forgivable.
And so he denied his own needs as he pleasured the teen.
Even when the rouge began to violently buck into his mouth and brutally tug on his hair, he didn't pause nor attempt to stop Haseo.
He knew what he was doing was wrong and how much it would hurt the rouge once it was over, so he had no right to stop him.
He felt the least he could do is let Haseo get whatever sort of revenge he wanted. As long as, in the end, the Terror of Death destroyed him.
Because that was the point of all of this. And even if Haseo suffered, even if he himself suffered, even if the world itself ended, they couldn't stop the wheel of fate. They must play their roles.
For the sake of Aina. And Shino. And all the other innocent victims.
Justice must be served.
Sacrifices must be made.
That is the root of this world.
The absolute rule.
With a final thrust into the man's mouth, Haseo came with a scream.
Ovan closed his eyes, swallowing all the sticky cum as he finally released the AIDA completely. Haseo's defenses were finally down and he wouldn't be able to resist.
Another scream ripped through the air. But this time it wasn't pleasurable.
The rouge's body convulsed as it was enveloped in black orbs. Ovan was flung off and sent flying through the air.
His glasses flew off as he collided with the wall. He slid to the floor silently.
His role here was done. He had infected the infamous PKK and his Avatar, Skeith, with Aida. There was nothing left for him to do at the moment. He knew he should leave as quickly as possible, before Haseo recovered. But he refused to move, even as his mind was screaming at him to get out of there. He stared up blankly, seeing nothing but white, white, and more damned white.
He listened as Haseo's screams melted away, as he grew quiet, no longer able to fight. He listened as the he stood up. As he walked closer. As he crushed the glasses beneath his feet. But he refused to look at him. At what he had done to him.
"Ovan..."
He forced himself to look at Haseo.
Haseo was standing just arms length away, still naked, staring at him through burning red eyes that were now black where they should have been white. His right hand now had vicious looking claws and was pitch black. The black traveled up his arm and split into tendrils that wound up his arm. On top of his head there were now black horns that matched Skeith's. The tattoos he had before were gone, but he had new ones. A red eye on each hand and one in the center of his forehead.
The AIDA's purpose wasn't to just infect him, but to bind him and his avatar closer together. If appearances were any indication, it was quite successful.
Even if it was exactly what he wanted, it hurt him to see Haseo like that. Especially when he knew it was all his fault.
A smirk twisted the rouge's lips. A bright red staff sort of thing with what appeared to be a Celtic cross on the end appeared in his left hand.
"As death stands before you, are you afraid...Ovan?"
(1) That is a quote from Aura from the GU movie. It sounded like something Ovan would say and it popped into my head when trying to think of what I should write there. Also, I like putting in little bits of canon whatever into my fics. Makes them seem a little bit more real to me.
Heh... Ovan is about to get PWND!
Or maybe not...
Maybe that staff is some kinky sex toy. =D
In the original series of games and .hack//sign, Skeith's staff/cross thing was used to hold the little idiots still while he Data Drained them. It still maintains that ability, but has some new ones too. Nothing too grand though. Just that it gives Skeith/Haseo more control of Data Drain and they don't need Protect Break. And there may be more new abilities, but I'll decide as I go along. Oh, and he can use it like a normal weapon. He'd beat people to death with it, I suppose. Or maybe shank them with the tip. Eh... Who knows? If there's ever a situation where I need to write about it, I'll figure it out then.
Also, that was the most graphic thing I've ever written. So, please, if you have any suggestions or constructive criticism, tell me. I accept compliments too. XD