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

[windup_boytoy]

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

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[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*rolls over, his head still on your knee but now looking up at you*

You're making me remember things. Things that happened before. The things that shouldn't matter anymore. I don't want those memories... I like the new ones I'm making...

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

If they don't matter anymore, what's the point in holding on to them?

*brushes the hair out of your eyes, and continues to stroke his fingers through your hair*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I don't want to hold on to them! *he tips his head against your hand and closes his eyes, feeling that strange pressure on his chest* I want them to go away... I want to forget, but I can't! You're always there, back there somewhere. I don't want you to be.

It was bad enough before, but now you're here and it makes me remember again. Why don't you leave me alone?

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you do not truly wish to forget...

*catches your wrists easily and pins them where they are, leaning down to give you a slow, steady kiss, while being mindful of your teeth*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*his eyes go wide when you pin him, but before he can say anything, you're kissing him and this shouldn't be familiar and he hates it and he whimpers just a little, and tugs at his wrists, but doesn't bite*

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*watches you through his eyelashes, slowly running his tongue along your lips and sucking lightly to try to coax you into opening for him, though he still doesn't release your wrists*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*makes that tiny whimpering noise again, then mumbles against your lips, barely above a whisper*

... don't... you're not allowed... why...?

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*murmurs back* I can sense it in your heart... you do not really wish for me to stop... And I never promised not to touch you.

*takes advantage of your mouth still being partially open and slips his tongue inside, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, leisurely mapping out the inside of your mouth*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he can't really fight the memories and the impulses, and doesn't particularly want to, so he goes limp under you, opening his mouth more and almost shyly stroking his tongue over yours*

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*sees your reaction as submission and lets you kiss him back for a moment before squeezing your wrists and kissing you thoroughly and quickly, nipping and sucking, not giving you a chance to react as one hand lets go of your wrist and slides under your shoulders to pull you up closer*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*hey wait whoa! he starts to struggle once you start being more demanding, snapped out of the nice comfortable haze he was in by your dominance; with one hand free he shoves at your shoulder, trying to push you away and making whimpering moans against your mouth*

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

Mmm... *swallows the sounds and leans back, pulling you with him so that you're sprawled out on top of him, wrapping one arm around your waist and still holding on to your other wrist, his mouth moving to kiss down your jaw to your neck, where he sucks at the tendon there lightly, his hand stroking your side on top of your shirt*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he groans a little, uncomfortable with being sprawled on top of you like this but it's better than being pinned under you at any rate; the hand that was pushing your shoulder is now clenched into your shirt but even he doesn't know whether he's trying to pull you closer or push you away as you kiss over that sensitive spot on his neck*

... s-stop... don't... aah... M-Marluxia... stop it...!

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

Your mouth says no, but your heart says yes... Which is it really...?

*bites down slowly on your neck and sucks hard with the intention of leaving a mark, his hand slipping under your shirt to rub over your back, enjoying the feel of warm flesh under his callused hand*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he clenches at your shoulder harder, letting you feel the bite of his nails into your skin*

... no... my h-heart doesn't want this either... it doesn't... you're not allowed to make me feel this way...!

*gasps when you bite him, eyes going wide in surprise because you're marking him and he arches into your hand*

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*pulls away to eye the deep red mark with satisfaction and kisses it lightly*

Lies... I can feel your heart and it does not truly reject this... You are lonely and in need of attention... I knew it as soon as I saw you tonight.

*he takes advantage of your position to lower his mouth to where your nipple stands out under your shirt, sucking at that spot intently*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head in denial but he can't really say anything, just giving out a long wordless moan when you suck on his nipple, moving his hand from your shoulder to you hair, tangling in and holding your mouth against his chest*

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*bites gently through your shirt, blowing at the wet spot he's made as he gently rolls you over to half-pin you against the bed, pressing your wrist to the mattress as he pushes up your shirt to bunch at your collarbone so that he can more easily reach your chest, his tongue running in circles over your other nipple before drawing it into his mouth*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*has to take a deep indrawn breath when you kiss his bare skin, his body trembling under you; he's still pulling at his trapped wrist weakly, but the fingers combing through your hair belie what he's really feeling*

Lie. Tell me... anything. Lie and tell me something nice. Like this is another dream or a memory and it'll go away like all those other ones. Tell me this isn't real. Make up something pretty for me to believe.

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

*sinks his teeth into your nipple, skimming the line between pain and pleasure before pulling away to lap at the abused nub tenderly, then raises up to brush his lips over yours*

I think you're beautiful, and that isn't a lie.

*presses his lips more firmly against yours, smoothing your shirt back down over your chest and running his hand over your stomach soothingly*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*a part of him realizes that he's almost missed this, the pleasure and the pain all mixed up, being forced to submit to someone more powerful... it's wrong and he shouldn't feel this way because he's happy now, he is and you're just a bad memory*

*he moans prettily for you, arching against your hand and baring his throat*

... Lord Marluxia...

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

Riku...

*takes your invitation and kisses along your neck and collarbone, leaving little bites as he goes while his hand at your stomach travels lower- ah, you never did like wearing underwear- to wrap around you, hardly surprised to find you half ready already*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*whines a little bit and wiggles, his legs spreading so that he can press his hips up against your hand; the hand in your hair tugs, getting insistent -- even if he submits, he's going to be greedy about it*

[rosa-moschata.livejournal.com]

Still so impatient...

*strokes you slowly, running his fingers through the precome leaking from your head and using it as lubrication to stroke you more fluidly; his lips move up to your ear, tongue tracing along the curve and dipping inside*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

... I'm... I'm not! You're just being slow!

*thrusts up into your hand, maddened by the slow pace and trying to get you to go faster; he gives you one of those moans you like as you kiss his ear and he starts to stroke your back with his free hand, half-clawing at your shirt*