When Heartless get Bored

Okay, quick preface. This is my first lemon. I'm sure that sound I just heard was many of you clicking away in fear of writing fail. Oh well. For those of you who stayed, this is going to be a series of oneshots featuring various heartless and nobodies. I am, in fact, a sick, twisted individual.



Kingdom Hearts is not my property, but you could probably decipher that fact, since this isn't in Japanese.

It's worth noting that even this first chapter isn't complete, but will be very soon.

Without further adeu, have a fic.



Wait, wait. Just letting you know, for the sake of my sanity I'll be referring to "Leon" as Squall, because you

do NOT just randomly change a name like that.

Update May 31 2011: OMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD sorry it took me so long to update! I lost the little scrap o' paper that had my login details on it, and I had forgotten my password. That and my email was acting up so I couldn't retrieve it. NOW the story (or lack thereof) can continue.

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    Today had not been a good day for Squall Leonheart. These little black things, which Yuffie had whimsically named "imps" were popping up more and more around town. So far, they hadn't caused any damage, but they had chased people. God knows what they planned on doing, since they were barely larger than a watermelon, but they had been popping up all over Traverse Town for days. At the very least, SOMEONE had to get rid of them. And since the only one in this backwards little town who could even begin to protect themselves were Squall, Aeris, and Yuffie, they were sent into town as glorified extermination service, and late nights were putting them on edge.

    Squall nonchalantly thrust forward with his gunblade, puncturing the imp with a satisfying pop, spreading black mist everywhere. Yuffie waved her hand in front of her face, trying to clear the mist.



"Those things smell awful, squall! Can't you try to get it away from us before you kill it?"



"Big, brave ninja can't deal with a bad smell? How did you get into A.V.A.L.A.N.C.H.E. again?"



"Lay off me, angstyboy."



"Whiner!"



"Emo!"



Aeris stepped in.



"You two are fighting like children!" She was momentarily interrupted by another imp. She deftly swatted it away with her staff.



"They've been braver lately, and they started approaching us rather than just running away. We can't lower our guards just to bicker."



    Squall looked away from Yuffie, and began one of his trademark silent streaks. After realizing that the two weren't going to make up anytime soon, she walked on, accepting the four-hour awkward silence that was to follow. The gang finally retired around Three o' clock. Dawn and dusk seemed to be when the imps ceased their appearances. Aeris and Yuffie fell into unconsciousness almost the second they hit the pillow, it wasn't in squall's nature to sleep during daylight, even the weak light of dawn.

    He stepped out of the Green Room and started pacing. And pacing. What else was there to do? Squall stopped when he heard sounds coming from the Red Room, where Yuffie slept. Curious, Squall pressed his ear against the door.



"Oh..."



Was she... moaning?



"I'm so sorry, Squall."



Mumbled though they were, the words were unmistakable.



"I can make it up to you... In any way you want."



Squall had heard enough. He started briskly towards the exit, adjusting the new bulge in his pants as he made his way out into the 2nd district.



    Squall could now add "horny" to the growing list: Irritated, tired, and bored. He needed to cool his head. He sat on the bench in the middle of the square and started to stare at the stars. It's not like there was anything else to do.



Well, Actually...



"No way Squall, you're in public!" He said to himself, aloud.



    Actually... It WAS around 3:30 AM by now. No one was going to wake up. Who would see him? Almost unconsciously, his hand drifted down to his pants. Before he realized what he was doing, he started rubbing himself through his pants. Images of Yuffie doing unspeakable things to him danced through his mind, and for a moment, he forgot whose hand it was on his crotch. He let out a low moan. As it echoed through the 2nd district, he realized just how public the place was, and immediately snapped his legs shut, and looked around himself.



    What had he been thinking? What if someone had seen him? He would be remembered forever as the guy who fondled himself in the middle of Traverse Town! But then again... that was kind of hot. The constant risk, the thrill of it all... No, he was pretty sure he was just being an idiot.



    And under any normal circumstances it would have ended there, but the chafing of his new leather pants, Yuffie's moaning, and his insomnia overpowered Squall's common sense. He unbuttoned his pants. Then he unzipped them. To his suprise and relief, no one came out of the woodworks to point and laugh at him. Pure peace and quiet. Making sure one last time that no one was around, he pulled down his pants, then his boxers, allowing his manhood some fresh air outside of its prison. It stood at a proud 7" tall, always giving him the satisfaction that he was NOT compensating for anything with his giant sword.



    Still somewhat paranoid, he tentatively started to stroke it breathy gasps being let out with each torturously slow stroke. Suddenly, his worst fears were realized. He heard a sound behind him. In his panic, he assumed that it was the door of the hotel, but it was something else...



    A strange, warping sound, like a mixture between wind and water. A sphere of darkness appeared in front of  him, and when it cleared, an imp was standing in front of him. He momentarily forgot how exposed he was and stomped at it in irritation. Where his foot should have connected with it, it almost... melted into the ground. It was now two-demensional, almost like a shadow. Squall tilted his head in fascination.



"Its like a shadow." He said aloud to no one in particular. "Actually, I think that would be a much better name for-"



    Taking advantage of his distraction, the Shadow had suddenly crawled up the leg of the bench and now stood in between Squall's thighs, at eye level with his still erect cock. Squall froze in terror. Normally, the little creatures didn't scare him in the slightest, but now he had no weapon, and the Shadow was right next to his junk.



    He had no idea whether its claws were sharp enough to cause permanent damage. He stared into its perfectly round, glowing eyes, and prayed that it wouldn't attempt to harm him. The shadow stood and twitched for an unbearably long time, before eventually turning its attention to Squall's member. It studied it for almost as long as it had studied Squall. Then it wrapped its little hands around squalls cock, and squeezed.



    After such a long period of stillness, Squall was not ready for such contact, and let out a loud gasp, grasping the sides of the bench in suprise and pleasure. The Shadow had not expected such an extreme reaction, and jumped backward on to the edge of the bench. Squall suprised himself when he did nothing; he actually wanted the creature to continue its ministrations. Tentatively, it reached out with its claw and slowly drew it up the center of his manhood. Squall let out a slow, restrained shudder at the contact.



    The Shadow now knew how to most easily draw pleasure out of the human, in part because every little bit of pleasure Squall gave off made the Shadow just a little bit cleverer. Now without hesitation, it wrapped both of its hands around Squall's cock, and began to pump him.



    Squall was in heaven. Just ten minutes before, he had been frustrated, both mentally and sexually. Now, his former enemy had come to pleasure him. He finally relaxed, and rather than tune in to noises around him, payed attention to the shadow. His hands shaking from the pleasure, he ran them all over the little creature. It's skin was something like a mixture between human skin and warm, warm latex. Squall wasn't lucid enough to notice the aphrodisiac that was seeping through it's hands and into his bloodstream.



    By now, the Shadow was causing enough pleasure to not just be clever, but... creative. To Squall's disappointment, the Shadow stopped pumping. Just as Squall was about to start moving its hands for it, a long, serpentine tongue snaked out of its mouth. Squall was suprised enough that the thing had a mouth, never mind the giant tongue. It started spiraling its tongue down the length of squall's cock at a torturously slow pace, drawing quickened, urgent breathes from its subject. Squall decided he had had enough teasing, and simply grabbed the Shadow by the back of the head, and placed its lips against his member.



    The Shadow took the signal, and took the head of Squall's cock into its mouth, exploring the rest of it with its tongue. It wrapped around it, forming a spiral running down his shaft. The shadow began using its tongue to twist and squeeze and tease. After a few mere seconds of this, Squall's IQ had been effectively reduced to half.  The shadow took a few seconds to learn a bit more about its surroundings. It primarily noticed the fleshy sac just under its new toy. It took one of Squall's balls in each hand and started to gently massage them, driving Squall wild.



    Eventually, it decided that this was much too slow a process, and took the entirety of Squall's cock in its mouth. Squall was once again suprised by the little creature's sudden action, and let out a suprised yell. He was in heaven. The small part of his mind that still functioned noted that the Shadows must not have a gag reflex, since his cock was a fair bit past the back of the creature's throat.



The combination of pleasure, his own gasping, and fatigue prevented Squall from hearing any of the other Shadows warping in.



    Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and Squall felt himself nearing the edge. At this point, the shadow was clever enough to sense it, too. In response, it let its tongue slither out, and wrapped it around the base of Squall's scrotum. This finally tipped him over the edge, and he screamed in pleasure, grabbing the back of the Shadow's head, and pushing it down onto his cock. He knew that the creature could not contain any more, and yet he prayed that it would.



    Squall shot jet after jet of cum into the creature's mouth, the amount only increased by the aphrodisiac and the hold its tongue had on his balls. The Shadow drank every last drop. This had been its objective in the first place, since the consumption of cum gave it and its companions something no other heartless had: a gender.



    Squall sat in stillness for a few moments, thoroughly exhausted. He was suprised no one had come out and seen him. Just him and... he had no idea. It finally dawned on him that he just received a blowjob from an extrademensional creature. He had seen stranger things at SeeD, but this had to be in the top ten. He also felt guilty, since he was now realizing that the things he had been killing were EXTREMELY friendly.



    The shadow finally released Squall's manhood, which slid out with a wet *shlorp*. Squall laughed slightly at the sound, and scooped up the creature and brought it too his chest. Squall hardly ever laughed, and when he did it was usually out of irony, but the aphrodisiac's effects were still going strong. Squall spent a few more moments in happy afterglow before he felt something pushing against his chest. He looked down at the creature and saw... a penis. The little creature had an erection, and one that seemed to be quite a bit out of proportion, about six inches. Squall's gears turned through the drug for a moment, and he realized what the Shadow wanted.



    "Whoa! I haven't done anything like ... this since Zell, and that was back at SeeD!" he thought. At last his brain conquered the drug and he realized that he should probably leave. He gently placed the creature on the bench to his right, and (forgetting to pull his pants back up) started to move away from the bench. It was just then that the other Heartless chose to strike.

      Normally, a single Shadow couldn't even make Squall stumble, but this had to be the combined weight of at least five! Drug or no, Squall's reflexes were battle hardened. Unfortunately, those reflexes were also more geared toward having a sword in hand. And a gun. In a moment that would have been incredibly embarrassing had any humans been around, Squall pointed his hands at the nearest Shadow, and pulled the trigger. Of a gunblade that he didn't have.

      The shadows tilted their heads in confusion not sure what he was doing, their new and improved intellects trying to make sense of it. Some sort of human mating ritual perhaps? It didn't matter. One by one, the human's limbs were subdued, held to the ground, putting Squall in a spread eagle position. The human opened his mouth to make noise, but the creature shushed him, and for some reason, it worked.

      Squall had no idea why he was obeying the creature's gesture, if he had wished, he could have hollered, and screamed for help, which would have been really kinky- no, no, no, he couldn't let himself think like that. Actually... why not? One of these things had already given him head, its not like he had much decency to preserve. The moment that thought passed through his head, the first shadow pressed its lips against his.It was then that Squall's resolve completely shattered.

      He parted his lips and the Shadow accepted his invitation with abandon, its tongue playing with Squall's, wrapping around it, squeezing it, and of course resupplying Squall's body with substances that would increase his libido tenfold. While the first Shadow worked on keeping Squall distracted, the others began the urgent business of shredding his clothes.

      At first he noticed, and was even angry at what they were doing to his clothes. But after a moment or two he realized that it didn't matter. They were just opening up the rest of his body to a world of pleasure. That was all he cared about at that moment pleasure. Not the fact that he was making himself vulnerable to his enemies. Not how expensive those pants were. Not that it was almost four in the morning now and the sun had started to rise. Only pleasure, and how it could be brought.

      When all of his clothes were neatly disposed of, the Shadows made their first move. Five of them situated themselves near his cock, pushing and shoving for access. At first they responded with the same curiosity as their leader initially did, studying it, sniffing it, and tapping it with their feelers, but having seen it used firsthand, they new much better how to "work" it. One of them tentatively started by reaching out with its tongue and drawing it up his length. Squall moaned into the leader's mouth as a response. Encouraged by his positive reaction, the other shadows joined in, stroking it, sucking it, swirling around the base of it with their tongues.

      They could not have hoped for a better reaction. Squall's moans became low, powerful groans. He became more aggressive, fighting against the Shadow's tongue with his.