[AU] This might get disturbing >_>;;

[windup_boytoy]

*he really shouldn't wander the halls of Castle Oblivion late at night*

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[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*no, he shouldn't, because now he has a vine wrapping around his leg as he passes Marluxia's room*

Well, well. What have we here.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*nearly trips as he goes by -- vines should never feel this familiar -- and turns around with a glare towards Marluxia's voice*

If you can't figure it out, then you don't deserve to be Lord of this Castle.

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*yeah, that vine just hauled you in bodily to hang you upside-down in front of Marluxia*

Ah. Nothing but a lonely little boy. Hello, Riku.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*his eyes go wide and suddenly he's hanging and it doesn't help that he's very much not dressed for this and wearing an outfit he yanked from his Real Thing's closet -- it's hard to be intimidating when you're trying to keep your shirt from falling over your face*

LET ME GO! *growls and thrashes*

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*has the vine lower you to the bed, where he caresses your face and pushes your hair out of your eyes*

Only if you promise to behave.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*his eyes go wide and panicked, and he almost freezes when you touch him and he realizes that there's a bed under him*

... s-stop it. You're... you're not allowed to touch me...

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

I do not recall agreeing to that suggestion...

*and since you didn't promise, the vine isn't letting you go and is instead wrapping around you more securely as he starts petting your hair*

Surely, I am not hurting you.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*starts to panic again when the vine tightens and it's so hard to fight off the old memories and block them away*

*whimpers a tiny bit* ... take it off... don't... I... I promise... just get it off me!

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

...Only because you promise.

*the vine pulls away slowly, taking its time while Marluxia continues to stroke his fingers through your pretty hair, occasionally brushing over your neck*

Is that better?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he shuts his eyes and just trembles under your touch because he has to fight back the instinct that tells him to attack you, and the little voice in the back of his head that tells him to submit*

... why did you come back? Why? You're messing everything up. I was happy.

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

I told you, I do not know why I have returned, or how. I was just here one day, almost as if nothing had happened.

*lets his hand venture down to your back, where his nails scratch lightly in comforting patterns through your shirt*

I am sorry that my mere presence unsettles you.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Lies. *opens his eyes and glares at you weakly, but his struggling is pretty much done* You're not sorry about anything. How couldn't I be 'unsettled'? You're... you.

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*leans over to brush his lips over your forehead lightly, hand still making soothing motions over your back*

Alright, perhaps I am somewhat amused by some of your reactions when you forget I'm here. And with no goal in mind... how can I still be the same? I am quite content to cultivate my garden into a thing of glorious beauty.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he didn't just tip his head up into that kiss no way*

But the point is you're not supposed to be here! I was doing good! I'm real now and have precious people and I even have a name. You're ruining everything! *that probably sounded more huffy and whining than threatening, but he tried for the threatening*

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*oh yes you did, and he definitely noticed*

I cannot help that I am here. But... I do believe I am glad, because I like being around you. Even if you do make my chest feel odd.

*places the next almost-kiss on your temple*

You have a name?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*grumbles, getting sulky* Your chest would feel 'odder' if I shoved Soul Eater through it.

*defiantly* You're not allowed to know my name.

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

I'm sure it would. And you do not need to tell me your name; I shall just continue to call you Riku, as surely that is better than some of the names the others had come up with.

*kisses the corner of your mouth, his hand playing with your hair again*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*turns his face away from your kiss, glaring*

My name is my name, and it's only for people who love me and care for me to use. And I like it. My Real Thing gave it to me, so don't say anything bad about it.

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*chuckle* Had I said anything bad? I was just commenting on how Riku was better than say, some of the names Larxene came up with. No doubt your new one is even better. Even if you won't let me use it.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*the glare just intensifies and he starts to try to wiggle away from you*

Don't even mention her. She might come back from the dead, too. And Riku is a good name, so I don't care if you use it for me.

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't be so bratty. It's not my fault she reads too many of those particular books.

*tugs you back towards himself, so you're sitting with your back to his chest between his legs, but not touching, and starts massaging your shoulders*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*gets kinda flaily and WTF when you start touching him*

W-what are you doing?! *trying to crane around to look* Don't just grab me like that! You could at least ask first!

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

I thought it was obvious what I was doing. I'm giving you a massage.

*continues to massage in the same area, working on a knot- gee I wonder why you're so tense*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*is probably gonna stay tense as long as you're doing that, because he doesn't like the thought of not being able to see what you're doing; manages to turn his head to keep an eye on your though*

Why are you doing it. *grumbles a little* It's not like you to be all nice and stuff unless there's something you want.

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*shrugs one shoulder* Perhaps I just felt like it. Besides, you're behaving, so why shouldn't I be nice?