Kingdom Hearts II, Sephiroth/Riku, Distortion
The boy looks like his own younger self, with shorter hair and human eyes. He doesn't smell human, though--doesn't taste human as time goes by--and when the boy comes back from the other side of darkness, it's hard to see him as a boy anymore. He's stronger, harder, new determination in those not-quite-similar eyes.
He thinks Riku is hurt by his absence then, but he only knows this by deduction, watching when Riku thinks himself alone. For all Riku's strength, Sephiroth can't feel him the way he should, the way he feels Cloud. It's for the best, he tells himself, and he isn't angry when Riku disappears without a trace after some cataclysmic battle with the Nobodies. Riku has just gone home.
Sephiroth knows. He followed the boy there.
The third time Riku returns to Radiant Garden, he tracks Sephiroth down. Riku is angry and hurt and so relieved to see him, even as he's fisting his hands on Sephiroth's coat and slamming him hard against a wall. Sephiroth lets himself be pushed. Riku deserves it.
"You bastard," Riku snarls at him, hands clenching on the straps that cross Sephiroth's chest. "What the hell was your problem?"
Sephiroth regards him stoically. He thinks Riku must assume he stayed away because of the changes in the boy's appearance...only Riku surprises him yet again.
"Did you think I wouldn't feel you there?" Riku demands, eyes bright with fury. "I don't need you stalking me, Sephiroth. My name isn't Cloud. I don't want you lurking; I want you here."
That...isn't what he expects, but Riku is never more honest than when he's in a rage. "I can't feel you," he says at last, "not as clearly as I could."
Riku glares, wondering if that's an explanation or not. "So?"
He shouldn't. He really shouldn't; it's why he stayed away. But Riku is strong, determined, already knows how to break a possession.
Riku kisses like him, but that may be because Sephiroth taught him to kiss. He may find out later that Riku's mouth has learned other things from him as well; he's never let the boy try before, too careful, too aware that he's not only dangerous in his madness.
Mako is easy enough to come by if you know where to look, but the only pure Jenova cells still in existence are inside him. And he is inside Riku, the boy's knees over his shoulders, and maybe they are alike in this too; he doesn't know what he looks like pinned down and fucked hard, but he thinks it must look something like this. Riku's head is thrown back, his hands clenching on Sephiroth's arms, and when his eyes open suddenly wide, they shine bright aqua in the gloom; they glow.
SOLDIER eyes, unmistakable. The bruise from the injection has already faded from Riku's arm, his body taking to the mako with ease. Perhaps it's his hyperactive healing that sped the process, and perhaps that's why Riku's thoughts are suddenly full, Mother unfolding inside him, spreading, multiplying, faster than thought.
"Riku," he says, still hard inside the boy, though he's come twice already. "Riku."
Bright eyes roll back, nothing reaching him from the body beneath him but Mother's furious hissing, awake like she hasn't been in years. He almost wonders if he hasn't begun the cycle again, turned Riku into another him; they're so very alike, after all.
"Hush, Mother," he murmurs, gathering Riku close. Already the boy's body is fighting her off, but Mother is strong. He doesn't know yet which will win, but he has a clear preference.
Traitor, Mother spits at him, and he smirks against Riku's throat, not denying it.
He only wants what's his; by now he must surely deserve it.