Seduction by the Darkness

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Summary: It was just a dream... or was it? Takes place the night before the game REALLY starts.
Pairing: R/A
Warnings/Codes: Just slightly non-con, yaoi, slightly underage.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, not makin' any money offa this. Really. Honest. Eisner would pin my ass to the wall (and not in a good way, you pervs!) if he read this... Riku's about fifteen in this story; in most areas, that's considered just a tad too young for him to be having sex. Not your bag? Stop reading, and go look at something else. It's that easy.

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He had had the dream before, several times in the past few months, but that didn't mean it didn't scare him any less. It was a little different each time, but the basic elements were the same: he was standing on the floor of what looked to be a large chapel; none of the lamps and candles were lit, and it was dark and cold. He shivered and hugged himself, then gasped as strong arms slid around him, pulling him against the hard heat of another male body. "Shh, Riku..." The deep, silky voice purred soothingly, but he trembled more. "You know I won't hurt you... unless you wish it."

"... Ansem..." The young man whimpered.

"Hush," a gentle hand cupped his cheek and turned his face around and upward. Ansem's expression was gentle, his golden gaze almost loving. Then that wide, sensual mouth was on his, claiming him in a soul-searing kiss.

/Oh... God.../ Was his only thought was heat washed through him, and he rocked into the embrace. The former king's hands slid over his body, making him suddenly aware that he was as nude as Ansem. /That feels... so good.../ He thought, melting against his lover.

Brushing, teasing fingertips feathered down his spine, then over his buttocks, massaging and stroking them as he moaned. Ansem finally released his lips with a sigh. "Such a sweet young man..." He breathed, then gripped Riku more tightly, grinding steely, silk-wrapped heat against the boy's rising hardness. "I want you, Riku. Now."

"Y-yes..." He gasped, moaning as one soft hand wrapped around his young shaft, stroking slowly. "Uhhhn, God..." He panted, tipping his head back to expose his throat to the man's nips and licks.

Ansem lifted the boy up and sat him on a table that had appeared in the middle of the chamber before dropping into a smooth crouch, head descending into Riku's lap. He let out a shuddering moan as the sage's mouth engulfed his erection. He gasped as he felt a cold, slick finger pushing into his opening, preparing him, and he fell back on top of the table. Ansem chuckled, lifting his head, still thrusting his finger slowly before adding a second. "No matter how often we do this, you're still incredibly tight. This is going to be wonderful..."

"Ansem... please..." Riku whimpered, then let out a choked noise as both fingertips pressed on his sweet spot, his shaft twitching.

"Yes, I imagine you're just about ready." Ansem withdrew the digits slowly, making the young man moan quietly as he stood, leaning over his lover. "Ready, love?" He breathed, and once he had the nod, he pushed his oiled and ready shaft into place, thrusting inward firmly.

Riku screamed, his back arching, tears burning his eyes. No matter how often he had this dream, this part always hurt. However, the pain faded fast, leaving him full and hot. Ansem leaned down and kissed him passionately, nuzzling gently. "Y-you feel... so good..."

"You're so tight..." He drew his hips back, then forward again.

The inward thrust sent shocks of pleasure through Riku's body, explosions of light bursting behind his eyelids. His eyes rolled back into his skull as Ansem moved harder, faster, the way the younger male loved, making him thrash wildly on the table top. So lost in the pleasure was he that he all but failed to notice the gradual approach of... creatures in the chapel. The majority were small, velvety-black creatures with curiously-twitching antennae and little hands tipped with sharp-looking claws, but lurking in the shadows, Riku could vaguely sense larger monsters, terrible ones.

"Shh, Riku..." Ansem breathed. "They will not hurt you..." He gently turned the young one's face back towards his. "You have only to accept me..."

"B-but..."

"Accept me, and each of your desires will be fulfilled."

Riku's jaw fell and he blinked slowly. "I... I want..."

Ansem already knew his answer. "Yesss...!" He hissed excitedly, burying his face in Riku's neck before, with a growl, thrusting into the tight cavity with a great deal of force. The boy screamed, pleasure and pain filling him as purple mist overwhelmed his vision...

And he awoke, the scream bouncing off of the walls of his bedroom.

A sleepy voice queried from the futon on the floor, "Y'okay?" Enormous blue eyes blinked at him owlishly.

/Crap, that's right, the sleep-over.../ "Y-yeah, Sora... just a nightmare," he lied carefully. The boy he had grown up alongside wouldn't understand.

The tousled head quirked, not entirely believing him, but finally, Sora shrugged and laid back down, muttering about too much junk food before bed-time.

Riku shivered all over before getting up to go to the bathroom; he was sticky, and wanted to wash away the evidence of the dream before his pajama bottoms were glued to his body. While he was at the sink, he looked into the mirror, and sucked in a soft breath as a tendril of purple-black mist wafted across his face.