Rapture

Right - this is probably my shortest fic... it was written as a borerdom factor, for a friend of mine ^_^
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Riku glanced about the white halls of castle oblivion. He was drawn from his last fight, some how he’d managed to escape that darned world and make it here. The only thing he feared for now, was any present members of the organization. He propped himself up against one of the many sleek white pillars, sinking to the floor shortly afterwards. His breath was laboured, hard and it was squite obvious the silver haired teen was exhausted. Sweat beaded on his brow as he rested in this lapse of action.

An ovular black nothingness came to exist. Purple tendrils lashing at reality as it allowed passage from it’s caller. Heeled boots stepping from the nothing and into room. The black hood, a tell tale sign of an organization member materialising, the clack of whose heels on the harsh floor echoed endlessly in Riku’s vacant mind. And just to add to Riku’s oversensitivity, the heels kept clacking, getting closer and closer too. Riku jammed his eyes tight shut. He couldn’t bare to even think about what was going to befall him now. Especially with the organization, anything was possible. But no noise of weaponry came.

No flames, nor electricity. No blade, nothing. Nobody.

He felt an invasion of his space, something, or more accurately someone in a close proximity to him, a cool breath grazed down his neck, making each hair stand on end

“How…” came a distinct, deep voice, in little more than a whisper, “how enthralling.” To these words, Riku opened his eyes, to view his assailant.

Yes. The figure leaning over him, was definitely only one person. Far to broad to be most people in castle oblivion, Riku let his head drop to the side, eyes still fixed on the cloaked form before him.

“What?” Riku said, normally he would have retaliated but the energy wasn’t prersent for that... His teeth clenched, fists in a white knuckled grip so harsh his stunted nails dug crevices in his palms.

“You look in such a rapture, right there.” He pushed back his hood petals scattering as he did so, revealing the dusky pink hair, and a pair of royal blue eyes meeting the aqua set of Riku’s own. “it’s something I’ll remember.” A smirk lined the feminised lips of the Graceful Assassin.

Riku’s breath caught in his throat. He was mocking him. This pink haired flowery bastard was actually mocking him. He could feel anger growing steadily inside him. Hungering for release.

His new found energy source, gave him the determination to meet the male. Even if he couldn’t force him away, he could at least make a stand. Pushing his way up, Riku stood – still not as tall as Marluxia, but it lessened the difference of pure dominance. Marluxia gave him a smug smile, as though to congratulate him on being able to stand.

The graceful assassin stepped closer to Riku, virtually making it impossibly for Riku to leave. “Such rapture.” He repeated, leaning into the teen, his head bowed, relishing in Riku’s scent, heavy breaths given by the older, created a flush of pink over Riku’s cheeks.

Riku could feel a hand at his hip. Gracing over the slight curve of the young body, Marluxia revelled in the innocence. “Share that rapture with me.” He said, voice slaked with lust, before catching Riku’s lips with his own, and pressing the boy hard against the pillar.

Riku was caught completely off guard his mouth caught open, and a strong invasion from the elder man coming in the form of a velvety tongue, fluent with skill and precision. Riku felt a deep heat rebel from under his skin, making his cheeks flame further, ignited by the dominance of the pink haired male.

But Riku wouldn’t be taken so easily. He pushed against Marluxia, trying to force the man away from him, but Marluxia wasn’t to be swayed from his wants quite so soon. Sensing his own defeat Riku growled into the kiss that was beginning to gain a feverish passion to it, as the silver haired boy started to kiss back. Fight fire with fire eh?