Used
Title: Used
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Ienzo/Even
Word Count: 276
Warnings: Ienzo is some sort of child, people may be insulted by my slashing him with adults.
“This isn’t right,” Even insisted, pushing himself away from the boy, into one of the chairs, inadvertently placing himself in a corner; a trapped rat, ready for the cat to play with.
“But you love me,” Ienzo protested, “don’t you?” His hands twisted the white cloth of Even’s lab-coat, pulling the man towards him, peering into Even’s eyes with wide-eyed innocence. “And you have the ability to do it, you can get what I want for me, can’t you?”
Hesitantly, Even nodded, looking down at the boy’s bright blue eyes, soft, dark hair and that twisted little smile, revealing sharp teeth. He thought of the soft touch of those lips, the caress of little hands, and knew that Ienzo knew exactly what he was doing, although he shouldn’t, not at his age, not yet. He shouldn’t, but he did. The manipulative, beautiful little bastard always got what he wanted from Even.
“Please,” Ienzo repeated, pulling himself into Even’s lap. “Do it for me. I’ll be careful, I promise.”
“I--” Even inhaled sharply as the boy kissed him, breaking of his speech. His tone softened, his voice came out barely a whisper, “for you. It can’t hurt.” The boy kissed him again, a small thank you note. And Even knew it would hurt, in the end, it always did. Even knew the damn little minx’s ideas would kill him one day, perhaps not tomorrow, perhaps not this time, but Ienzo wanted a human test subject and Ienzo knew how to get exactly what he wanted.
“Because you love me,” he said, “and your career would be ruined if anyone found out about this.”
Even only nodded.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Ienzo/Even
Word Count: 276
Warnings: Ienzo is some sort of child, people may be insulted by my slashing him with adults.
“This isn’t right,” Even insisted, pushing himself away from the boy, into one of the chairs, inadvertently placing himself in a corner; a trapped rat, ready for the cat to play with.
“But you love me,” Ienzo protested, “don’t you?” His hands twisted the white cloth of Even’s lab-coat, pulling the man towards him, peering into Even’s eyes with wide-eyed innocence. “And you have the ability to do it, you can get what I want for me, can’t you?”
Hesitantly, Even nodded, looking down at the boy’s bright blue eyes, soft, dark hair and that twisted little smile, revealing sharp teeth. He thought of the soft touch of those lips, the caress of little hands, and knew that Ienzo knew exactly what he was doing, although he shouldn’t, not at his age, not yet. He shouldn’t, but he did. The manipulative, beautiful little bastard always got what he wanted from Even.
“Please,” Ienzo repeated, pulling himself into Even’s lap. “Do it for me. I’ll be careful, I promise.”
“I--” Even inhaled sharply as the boy kissed him, breaking of his speech. His tone softened, his voice came out barely a whisper, “for you. It can’t hurt.” The boy kissed him again, a small thank you note. And Even knew it would hurt, in the end, it always did. Even knew the damn little minx’s ideas would kill him one day, perhaps not tomorrow, perhaps not this time, but Ienzo wanted a human test subject and Ienzo knew how to get exactly what he wanted.
“Because you love me,” he said, “and your career would be ruined if anyone found out about this.”
Even only nodded.