drabble
Title: Game
Rating: PG-13 (for boy/boy love and some, um, groping 0.o; )
Word Count: 369
Pairing(s): Roxas/Riku
Notes: for poftd
Warning: boy/boy love, ehhh… groping (<<; ), a way-too-uke-ly Riku, the like. v.v
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and its characters do not belong to me. Oh, darns.
***
Riku’s blood froze in his veins when a cold hand slipped itself under the hem of his large shirt, reaching, half-way closing near his abdomen. He hitched in a breath when weight was placed against his back and the chair he sat in, and just bit his lip when cold lips nipped at his ear. His eyes fluttered to a close, for he knew there was no reason to keep them wide open.
As he tipped his head back, ignoring the unpleasant shivers running up and down his spine, he mumbled, “Tonight? Will you tell me tonight?”
The lips disconnected from his ear, only to whisper next to it, “I don’t know.” Roxas’s voice was low and husky. Cold. “You’ll only know when I’m done, won’t you?”
Riku’s eyes snapped open and he sat up, staring blankly at the wall before him. It was what he was told every night. Every time he asked, for that was the whole reason he was in this whole game, right? The goal of the game: information. And it should have been a game easily won; but Roxas liked prolonging it. Like a cat playing with its lunch before the kill.
Though far less pleasant.
Roxas suddenly stopped working his lips around Riku’s ear, though his hand remained in its cocoon in Riku’s shirt. “Riku,” he said. “You envy me, don’t you?”
“What?” Riku spun as much as the arm binding him would allow and looked up at the blonde.
Roxas looked down at the other boy. Large, widened turquoise eyes peered up at him through strands of silver, fair lips slightly ajar in surprise. And Roxas grinned.
No cat has ever gotten to torment its lunch for so long.
“You envy me,” he said, and his lips returned to their task between phrases, “because I wield the keyblade. Don’t you? And that’s… why you want to know.”
Riku shuddered (though barely noticeably) and turned to look at the wall again. Anything but seeing that smug smile of his tormentor’s. Another hand worked itself under the fabric of his shirt, completely binding him in a demanding embrace of sorts-one he didn’t want very much.
“No,” he muttered. “Not envious. Just… curious.”
~fin~
Carpe Diem,
-Rose
Rating: PG-13 (for boy/boy love and some, um, groping 0.o; )
Word Count: 369
Pairing(s): Roxas/Riku
Notes: for poftd
Warning: boy/boy love, ehhh… groping (<<; ), a way-too-uke-ly Riku, the like. v.v
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and its characters do not belong to me. Oh, darns.
***
Riku’s blood froze in his veins when a cold hand slipped itself under the hem of his large shirt, reaching, half-way closing near his abdomen. He hitched in a breath when weight was placed against his back and the chair he sat in, and just bit his lip when cold lips nipped at his ear. His eyes fluttered to a close, for he knew there was no reason to keep them wide open.
As he tipped his head back, ignoring the unpleasant shivers running up and down his spine, he mumbled, “Tonight? Will you tell me tonight?”
The lips disconnected from his ear, only to whisper next to it, “I don’t know.” Roxas’s voice was low and husky. Cold. “You’ll only know when I’m done, won’t you?”
Riku’s eyes snapped open and he sat up, staring blankly at the wall before him. It was what he was told every night. Every time he asked, for that was the whole reason he was in this whole game, right? The goal of the game: information. And it should have been a game easily won; but Roxas liked prolonging it. Like a cat playing with its lunch before the kill.
Though far less pleasant.
Roxas suddenly stopped working his lips around Riku’s ear, though his hand remained in its cocoon in Riku’s shirt. “Riku,” he said. “You envy me, don’t you?”
“What?” Riku spun as much as the arm binding him would allow and looked up at the blonde.
Roxas looked down at the other boy. Large, widened turquoise eyes peered up at him through strands of silver, fair lips slightly ajar in surprise. And Roxas grinned.
No cat has ever gotten to torment its lunch for so long.
“You envy me,” he said, and his lips returned to their task between phrases, “because I wield the keyblade. Don’t you? And that’s… why you want to know.”
Riku shuddered (though barely noticeably) and turned to look at the wall again. Anything but seeing that smug smile of his tormentor’s. Another hand worked itself under the fabric of his shirt, completely binding him in a demanding embrace of sorts-one he didn’t want very much.
“No,” he muttered. “Not envious. Just… curious.”
~fin~
Carpe Diem,
-Rose