[FIC] Kingdom Hearts
Title: N/A
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Riku/Anti-Sora
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 818 words



The idea hadn't come from Maleficent. By the time she had shown him how to use the darkness--despite what she claimed, Riku knew she hadn't given him the ability, merely helped him utilize what was already there--and shooed him off with instructions to make new Heartless, it was already there. It slunk through his mind with honey-sweet whispers, coaxing the darkness into his grasp, waiting patiently for him to make of it what he would. He was afraid of the dark once. Now, as it surrounded him with a cool embrace, icy-sharp pinpricks dancing over his skin, he couldn't remember why.

It was easier than he'd thought it was be, to coax the darkness into the proper shape. Everything necessary was there in his memories, down to the las nuances of movement, buried beneath bursts of rage and hurt that threatened to claw their way through his chest.

"Sora," he growled when the last bits of his creation fell into place. Wide, empty golden eyes flicked up to meet his own. The creature blinked once, slowly. Riku didn't even give it time to pick itself up off the floor before he launched himself at it. The flesh under his fingers was wrong, silky and black with too much give, but he could pretend it was warm and sun-browned. The same way he could pretend that the hair he was pulling at roughly was soft and brown, or the mouth under his warm and not like chilled fire. Sora would struggle, though, not lie passively under him like this thing was doing. But, oh--wasn't that interesting. The moment the thought crossed his mind, the Heartless began squirming like it was trying to get away, and that was much better. Riku began to laugh, the sound muffled as he fastened his teeth on the Sora-thing's shadowy skin under its jaw, hard enough to bruise. The idea of being able to leave his mark on Sora like that, mark the boy as his, made him groan and grind his hips down to get more friction against the still-writhing Heartless.

He was painfully hard, had been ever since he’d tapped into the darkness and felt it surge through him like nothing he’d ever felt before, leaving his nerve-endings tingling. Rutting against the Sora-Heartless, all but fucking its mouth with his tongue--that was good, but the same sickly-sweet voice that had whispered the idea to him in the first place wanted more. Grinning ferally, he got to his feet, yanking the Heartless with him. The compartment they were in was small and dark, small enough that all he had to do was lean back and there was a wall under his shoulders. He released the Heartless, watching with satisfaction as it dropped to its knees just the way he wanted it to. It was quick work to undo his fly, his hands then tangling in the thing’s hair.

“What’s the matter, Sora? Afraid?” Riku asked, feeling nothing short of giddy as he felt the Heartless shudder. “It’s not going to do you any good, you know.” He yanked hard, pulling it closer so that the head of his cock brushed against the thing’s slightly-parted lips, then--”Fuck,” he hissed as it opened its mouth, engulfing him in slick, burning cool and dark. It was perfect, then, because if he closed his eyes he didn’t even need to pretend anymore. It was Sora, the real thing, on his knees in front of him, soft, sweet mouth stretched open as he sucked on Riku’s cock like his life depended on it. Which, really, it might. “God, yeah, Sora--” He could see it, perfectly--wide blue eyes glaring defiantly, filling with tears, because Sora knew he wasn’t going to get out of his, he was going to be Riku’s do with as he pleased forever, his his his--

He cried out as he came, sliding down the wall slowly to the floor. There was silence for a long moment, save for his shallow breathing and the deafening thump-thump of his heart in his ears. Dimly, he was surprised at the sound, because it meant he still had one.

A disdainful voice broke him out of his daze. “If you’re quite finished...” Riku’s head snapped up as Malificent’s silhouette filled the doorway, a sneer on her thin face. With one snap of her fingers, his Sora-Heartless vanished back into the darkness. “Could you perhaps work on something productive?” She turned on her heel, her raven casting him a dirty glare over her shoulder.

Glaring back, he made his way to his feet, zipping his pants up as he did. Casting a glance to the floor where the Heartless had disappeared, he shook his head. He could always make another one, he supposed. With that, he followed Maleficent out.