raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-11-13 21:11:00 |
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Thread of Blood, Kingdom Hearts II (Riku/antiSora)
Title: Thread of Blood
Author: raisedbymoogles
Rating: Soft R
Warnings: Very mild bloodplay, consent issues, UST
Prompt: Kingdom Hearts II - Anti!Sora/Riku - bloodplay - Riku's experience with Heartless is suddenly more relevant than he'd thought.
Word count: 793
Summary: When Sora shifts into antiform, nobody knows how much of him is really in there.
Author's Notes: Not late! *pumps fist in air*
He should have been more observant than he was, or perhaps he'd just gotten too used to not fighting alone anymore, but Riku only realized that his best friend had turned into a Heartless after he'd bashed him over the head with Way to Dawn.
His first, cold-hand-squeezing-his-heart thought was that the Heartless had gotten Sora while his back was turned and now he was one of them, except he didn't see Roxas anywhere. And the look the Heartless Sora gave him was so utterly wide-eyed and heartbroken (ha ha, Riku thought at himself) that there couldn't be anyone but Sora in there. Riku was so relieved that he didn't even mind when the shadow claws ripped a trio of scrapes in his arm. Then Sora was across the room, all but melding with his Neoshadow opponents. In movement and appearance they were so alike that Riku only knew Sora was in there by the chain of released hearts, one by one, fleeing skyward.
The world of Destiny Islands was safe, they'd made damn sure of that, but the space around it was riddled with the broken remnants of other worlds. All that was left of this one was the crumbling ruin of a castle set on a cliff that bore the signs of a crashing sea, though nothing but darkness ebbed and flowed against it now. Half of the castle itself was broken open to the sky where the darkness met the cliff, and when Sora leapt, he blocked out the stars with his own night-dark body. He landed on all fours, crouched like a cat on the stone floor, and with a start Riku realized that Sora was the only Heartless left. Some instinct, thrumming against his secret senses like a plucked violin string, made him renew his grip on his Keyblade as Sora charged him.
His initial attacked blocked, Sora backed off and circled, eyes glittering like yellow jewels. He didn't react when Riku called his name, but he didn't try to attack again either, even when Riku lowered his blade. Knowing he wouldn't be understood, Riku spoke again to him anyway, keeping his voice low and soft. "That's right. You remember I'm your friend, right? We're friends." Despite the words, he didn't relax his guard as Sora sidled around him. His claws and feet scraped the stone as he moved, soft and sibilant, and Riku let them be his cue: a violent scrape against the stone, and he brought up Way to Dawn to check Sora's leap and send him crashing into the far wall.
This time he didn't let his best friend have any time to recover - Riku leaped after him, pinned him to the floor with his Keyblade, and wrapped all the dark magic he could muster around his voice. "Stop that."
He hadn't known if it would work - he'd lost a lot of power when he turned from the Dark Side - but Sora stilled, claws curling around the shaft of Riku's Keyblade. "Good," Riku breathed, still holding onto his fine control over the Heartless. "If you ate my heart, you'd feel like an utter bastard when you came back. And Kairi would kill us both."
Sora tilted his head, as if considering that possibility, and Riku had to laugh. As if reacting to the voice, Sora hitched up, shoulders nearly leaving the ground. "What the hell," Riku protested as Sora's hair brushed his chin, before he saw what Sora was going for. His left arm, still bleeding sluggishly.
"Is this what you were after?" he asked. "The blood?" Sora tilted his head up, eyes wide in a wordless plea. "Then be good," Riku commanded, and climbed to his feet. Sora, bound by Riku's geas, rolled up to a crouch at his friend's feet and watched unwaveringly as Riku smeared blood over his fingers and held it out.
"Be good," Riku reminded him as he held his hand out, but he let Sora half-rise out of his crouch to catch his fingers. Sora didn't have a visible mouth, but he leaned in and engulfed them anyway in a familiar wet heat that made Riku's insides shiver with familiarity. He even licked Riku's fingers with a tongue that rasped like a cat's.
"That's good," Riku sighed, his twines of command becoming a caress around Sora, and didn't protest when the Heartless wrapped a clawed hand over his wrist. His skin felt cool, familiar in ways that clashed with Riku's memories, long days on Destiny Islands battling with the dark smear of time when he worked for the other side. His throat burned before he realized he was humming as the sharpness of Sora's claws were laid into his skin.
Though he was voiceless, Sora purred.