Wired

This AU takes place somewhere between four and seven years prior to the beginning of Kingdom Hearts, on a semi-original world. High technology, dystopia, etc. Lea likes computers, and they like him. Rearrange the letters if you're wondering why Lea isn't an OC.

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He likes the look on Roxas's face the first time they go inside together.

It's the way his pupils dilate outside, the way his expression when he looks around at the colors isn't quite awe and isn't quite horror. And Lea would be lying if he tried to pretend that having the other boy completely dependent on him -- so far in over his head that they have to be linked together for Roxas to follow him into the datastream -- isn't kind of nice, too.

But that's only on the surface.

They go in deeper, because Roxas wants to see what new computers are like even though Lea is sure they scare him a little. He can't get the connection wires threaded through his hair on his own, so Lea does it for him. The wires are silvery and cold and feel delicate like spider-silk, and they make Roxas's pale yellow hair pretty (or maybe it's pretty anyway).

And that first startled gasp that tears from his throat when the sensory feedback rolls out to meet them makes something in the pit of Lea's stomach twist hard. They're only plugged in halfway and he still has to turn the immersion down almost completely just to make Roxas comfortable, but that gasp stays with him, and for a few seconds he thinks idly that things would have felt real inside.

It still doesn't really occur to him until later, though, when he has Roxas under him, breathless and very nearly writhing (even if he would never admit it). The smaller boy is so hot, so hard, so close to desperate that Lea wonders if he can make him come with just two crooked fingers. He wants to hold him down, wants to find out, but Roxas won't stop moving and that's distracting. So the thought crosses his mind.

He would be so much easier to control inside.

Lea has never written that kind of program before, never even taken skin home with him like this. But now he wants to. Hooked up together, his computers at home are so much more powerful than the tiny one that made Roxas gasp. With them set on full immersion, the things Roxas felt inside wouldn't just be real -- they'd be more than real. More intense, more complete. And he could keep the system running for hours, maybe even days if he was really careful.

He doesn't know how it happened, doesn't want to think about why, but the image of Roxas deep inside -- naked on his bed, spread-eagled, all tangled up in wires -- is the only thing Lea ever jerks off to anymore.

He's hard just thinking about it. So he doesn't just think about it.

When Lea shifts on the makeshift bed, it's to plant his heels and dig them in, and his open empty eyes are fixed on the ceiling overhead. His breathing is still even as he slides long fingers down his own body, between his own legs, but that won't last. It never lasts.

Roxas wouldn't agree to it, of course, so he'll have to be lured with candy. He wants to see Lea's apartment, and he might come just for that, but probably not. Probably he'd need another carrot, something more substantial.

Never mind. Eyes slip shut. He's there. That's the important part. Lead him through the un-living room, past the kitchen that never gets used, into the bedroom where all the computers are. Lea will offer him a lie, or maybe a half-truth, and ask him, hey, do you want to play this new game, you'll like it, I promise.

He thinks Roxas won't want to, that all the room's wires and blinking lights and almost-coldness will unsettle the smaller boy, make him twitch for leaving (even if he tries to hide it). But somehow Lea will talk him into it, and then he'll pull out the blankets and the pillows and make the bed bigger. In his mind, Roxas is still edgy, lips parted and quietly hyperventilating as he tries not to panic, but he lets Lea plug him in halfway, flinching like the connection's going to hit him when it starts -- and fuck, if he gasped before. He's only half inside, but the immersion is so deep it'll drown him, like nothing Roxas has ever felt before.

Lea's fingers are slick with sweat, but his dick is almost dry because the friction's so bad it's practically evaporating. He's not even at the good part yet, and already his wrist aches, already he's breathing shallow through his open mouth. Eventually he won't be breathing at all. He doesn't know how Roxas does this to him.

When the smaller boy's reeling, briefly paralyzed by the feeling of wires actually in his brain for once and not just scraping the surface, Lea connects him on the other side, too. Full immersion. And this time he doesn't make a sound, just passes right out. No, Roxas has never done this before. He crumples like a puppet with the strings cut, head falling back, eyes still brighter than sim skies but glazed over and gone.

Shit, he could come right now. He hangs on, grits his teeth and forces himself to slow down. Still not at the good part, and he wants to see the good part before his vision goes white.

He gets Roxas naked before he follows him inside. And when he goes, it's only halfway, so that he can see the other boy outside if he closes one eye.

Roxas recovers quickly, considering how bad the connection must be fucking his brain, and he's angry and he's scared and the first thing he does after swearing at Lea is fall to his knees on the white glassy non-floor and vomit. That sickness he always seems to get from being connected is worse now, obviously.

For half a second, it makes him pause. Always does, even when he's ready for it. Even though it's just a fantasy he feels weird and unsettled and his fingers fall away from his cock. He stops jerking off. Feels a surge of frustration and maybe even a trace of fear. It's not real, for fuck's sake. He's not hurting anyone. He doesn't know how Roxas does this to him.

But it's only half a second. Then he realizes he's throbbing, so hard it almost hurts (and it's still just a fantasy), and he feels okay to finish.

Touching Roxas's connection is effortless, he doesn't even have to get near the smaller boy, and Lea does it, twists it, until it doesn't feel bad anymore. He can't make Roxas stop feeling sick, not completely, but he can distract him, fill his head with skin-singing pleasure, strip away the thinking and leave him dazed and wanting instead.

Naturally, as soon as Lea lets up, Roxas attacks him. No gratitude for making the pain stop, none at all. And, not for the first time, he notices that the other is slightly smaller but better built, stronger than him. But Lea has never been much of a fighter anyway.

Not like that, at least.

Midair, he catches Roxas in wire. Ankles, wrists, even throat, they whip around him and pull tight and hold him back. Thin and silver, cold and metal. Roxas just stares at him, anger to the point where he has no words, while they string him up and spread his legs. They must cut into his skin slightly because he flinches, but still he says nothing and his eyes, when he can open them again, are brimming with violence and hatred and blood and Lea knows they'll never speak again after this. Even if Roxas doesn't kill him with his bare hands, they won't be friends anymore.

Another half second. Another pause. But it's just a fantasy.

In his mind, he has this program ready by now, so he doesn't have to think to get rid of Roxas's clothes inside. The over shirt is first to catch fire, blacken, crinkle at the edges and fall apart like paper. Because Roxas won't stop staring at him, he makes sure the undershirt feels good when it goes, the purply flames licking his skin and making him moan in spite of himself. Of course, he thinks he's ready for it when Lea burns his pants away, but even through gritted teeth he moans again because it feels better this time, like every tiny breath of heat is going straight to his dick. Losing the underwear wrings a shriek out of him, curls his toes and leaves his eyes unfocused slits of neon blue.

Roxas still hates him, of course, but he's obviously having trouble thinking now. He's hard, inside and out, and Lea watches his face, watches him figure out that he can't go soft, can't will the erection away -- that the program won't let him. Watches him get angry and scared again.

Briefly he thinks about wiping Roxas's mind away completely, making him forget he doesn't want this, making his eyes on the inside as empty as they are on the out. He'll be a pretty doll that surges into every touch, even if it doesn't moan his name because it doesn't know who he is.

But that's too easy, and Lea hates easy (it wouldn't be Roxas anymore). So he doesn't care when he goes to stick his tongue in the smaller boy's mouth and gets bitten, just slides a hand down the smooth flat planes of Roxas's body, between pale thighs, where he can't help but ache to be touched. Maybe gets off a little at the strangled noise and the way Roxas's head drops forward, face hot with shame and faded anger and vivid need.

He wants it but he doesn't. He'll never beg like this.

That's fine. This is almost the good part.

Everything feels better inside, because Lea programmed it that way. So he doesn't need to gel his fingers, doesn't need to stretch Roxas out first, because he's ready for it already, hot and slick on the inside -- and getting wetter all the time, almost like a girl. All Lea has to do is twist the wires to spread his legs further, bring their hips together and thrust.

He goes for fingers first anyway, and they slip in easily, meeting no resistance as they sink into that soft heat up to the knuckle. Roxas makes a desperate sound somewhere in the back of his throat, and his eyes fly open. Under layers of sensation, he can't hold on, can't help it, and he comes, hard and fast, crying out shrilly.

Lea fixes that image in his mind. It's not that Roxas comes, or even that he comes so early, just from having fingers up his ass -- it's that they won't stop there, that they'll keep going, that he'll fuck Roxas now without giving him time to catch his breath and make him come again, that he'll tear open the gel packet in his pocket outside and fuck him there and pull out at the last second so he's splattered with the remnants of both their orgasms. That inside neither one of them will need to rest and he'll be able to start it all over again, maybe slower, maybe faster, make Roxas come until he's blind --

This is the good part. And this is why he hisses out a soft curse and comes himself, hot and sticky and soundless as he arches off the bedding.

He can never quite finish the fantasy in his mind. Lea hates to think it's because it's so fucking hot he can't really get past Roxas's first orgasm without getting off, but he prefers that to the fact that if he finished the fantasy he'd have to imagine the look in those fevered blue eyes when the smaller boy wakes up two days later.

It's all he ever jerks off to anymore, and it'll never happen, because just thinking about that look makes Lea want to curl up and die inside.

He really, really doesn't know how Roxas does this to him, but sometimes he thinks he has more to fear from Roxas than Roxas will ever have to fear from him.