Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Worth Your While ❯ Worth Your While ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: True Light 
It's the day of the Struggle, and Setzer is desperate for a challenge. There is a cute blonde who's won the tournament. The two have their match and Setzer invites the blonde to his house...
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.15.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 781 | Status: Completed
It's the day of the Struggle, and Setzer is desperate for a challenge. There is a cute blonde who's won the tournament. The two have their match and Setzer invites the blonde to his house...
Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.15.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 781 | Status: Completed
A/N: Ohayo, minna-san! ^_^Okay, so this is a fic that I wrote a couple of years ago.I call this is my first real yaoi fic, even though it's not really. Oh, well.Hope ya like!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts II or any of the characters within it. *bursts into tears* But I will say that I own the particular bar of sea-salt ice cream that is featured in this fic…
Today was the day of the struggle, and Setzer was bored as hell. Bored because he was the champion of it all and therefore hadn't had a challenge in a while. Sure, it was great being admired by all and having a trail of screaming fangirls following him everywhere, but still... the Struggle was starting to become a bore to him.
And here he was, in Twilight Town's Sandlot, about to see the four finalists, one of which he, himself, would be fighting.
He wrinkled his nose in disgust; his challengers were kids! One of them didn't even look like he had hit puberty, yet! Setzer sighed. It didn't seem like he'll be getting the challenge he so longed for anytime, soon.
Setzer sighed, again. They're not even worth his time. He's going to have to tell the "lucky" finalist to throw the match. Though, being as young as they were, they'd probably all be stubborn little brats.
Setzer was glaring at the finalists as a few fire works went off and the fat old promoter began to speak to the crowd.
"Ladies and gentleman, Struggles-fiends of Twilight Town! It's time for summer's most sizzling clash!"
'Yes, sizzling. Very exciting...' Setzer scoffed in his mind. 'I can't contain my excitement.'
"That's right!" cried the promoter. "Today is the day for the Struggle and title match! Who will be the one to break through the ranks and take on our champion, Setzer?!"
'As if a bunch of children could defeat me...' Setzer thought as he smiled and at the crowd.
"Seifer, y'know?" some teen yelled.
'Ah, Seifer... he's in the finals, isn't he? I suppose I could give him a bit of a fight if he makes it.'
"And who will leave today as our new Struggle champion?!" the promoter continued.
'Me, of course..."
"Hayner! Roxas!" two other teams yelled.
Setzer stepped closer to the promoter and was greeted with a scream of "Setzeerrrrrr!" by the fangirls.
Setzer, hand on his hip, smiled with confidence and waved side to side with his other hand.
"Yes, the crowd is fired up," the promoter continued, "So you know what comes next. Let's..."
"STRUGGLE!" everyone screamed.
Setzer rolled his eyes. That scream was so cheesy... He'd always hated the Struggle scream.
Setzer went to grab his champion belt and set it on his shoulders as the promoter switched places with the host, Bigg.
"Hey, now," Bigg called. "It's time to introduce today's combatants! The four bad boys who struggled their way through the preliminaries!"
'Yes, so bad,' Setzer thought, sarcastically.
He stared, completely bored, as Bigg was announcing Seifer, Vivi, Hayner, and... Setzer's eyes widened, a bit, after really noticing the final boy. He seemed too innocent to be fighting. He was so petite and... delicious... yes, that's the word. But all things considered, next to Vivi, he looked like he wouldn't make it to the top. Then again, he was in the finals... so as far as these locals go, he's pretty good...
Setzer shook his head as he noticed he was thinking too deeply for the moment and began to listen to Bigg.
"...The summa cum laude of Struggle-- the Four Crystal Trophy!" The crowd cheered. Setzer stood in the middle of the stage, holding his hand up to start waving, again. "AND..." Bigg continued, "a chance to take on our defending champion, Setzer!" Setzer slid his belt off his shoulder and held it up for all to see... "It won't be long, now, folks, I suggest our challengers go over the official Struggle rules before we begin.
'Yes, review; goodness knows they'll need all the help they can get,' Setzer snorted.
****
Setzer had to admit, he was a bit surprised. It was Roxas who dominated the other participants. He was impressed. He even gave little Roxas a bit of a wave just after his match. But still, the boy couldn't be compared to him. He was still way out of his league.
Setzer and Roxas met up, face to face. Yes, as the champion observed, Roxas was definitely delicious and more. And such big, pouty lips... He couldn't help but stare as the promoter handed the both of them their clubs.
"You two, play fair now," the fat man said. "You're at the top of the bracket."
Inside, Setzer was still fantasizing as he replied, “There's only room for one up here."
Roxas frowned at that. The promoter did, as well.
"Well, may the best man win!" he said before waddling off.
As soon as the promoter was out of earshot, Setzer turned to the boy.
"Hey, Rucksack," he called. He loved the look Roxas made at the insult. "How about you throw the match for me?"
As the crowd continued cheering, that punk, Hayner yelled, "Roxas! Focus!"
'Why, that little fucker...' Setzer thought as he eyed Roxas and then wheedled, "Let me win, and I'll make it worth your while."
"Get real," Roxas snarled and took his stance. Setzer arched a silver brow.
"Roxas, our underdog hero, versus Setzer, our defending champion!" Bigg announced. "The winner of this match will be the true champion! That's bragging rights for a whole year, folks!"
Setzer sighed. This brat can't turn back, now.
"Whatever you think is right, you're wrong," Setzer warned. "And that is a big mistake."
****
"Setzer!!!" the girls scream above all the other fans.
After a short wave, Setzer quickly wrote something on a sheet of paper then dug around in his pocket for something. He then turned and began walking toward Roxas. Once they were side by side, Setzer replied,
"Thanks for the wind, partner. This is for you..." He handed Roxas the note along with a small medal.
Setzer grinned to himself as he thought of what the note said:
Rucksack,
Though you didn't let me win, I will still make your loss worth your while. Meet me at my house as soon as possible. I promise you will enjoy what I have in mind...
****
Setzer was surprised to see that Roxas arrived at his house not five minutes after he had entered. It didn't matter, though.
"Ah, Rucksack, how nice to see you," Setzer greeted.
The boy frowned at the insult. "My name is Roxas. Get it right, for once."
"Of course..." Setzer let the boy in "... Rucksack..."
Roxas sighed, exasperated. "Look, what do you've got in mind? You said it'd be worth my while."
"Wait just a second, Rucksack! We've just come back from the Struggle! We should relax, for a bit."
"But I've gotta meet up with my friends."
"Ah, but it's the end of the summer; you've had several months to do so, plus the few days you have left before school starts. So, relax!"
Setzer, with his hand on the small of Roxas's back, led the boy to the living room. Roxas reluctantly followed. When Setzer invited him to sit, he did just that, but then froze up; his legs were stuck together and stiff, his hands were clasped together on his lap, and he was staring straight ahead.
Setzer smiled and went to take out one of Twilight Town's favorite treats: sea-salt ice cream. He handed the Popsicle to Roxas, who immediately took a few licks at it.
"Thanks," he mumbled.
Setzer sat at the other end of the sofa and watched the seemingly nervous boy.
'Maybe he knows of my plans...' Setzer thought, delightfully.
"So, Rucksack--" Roxas frowned at that, but continued to enjoy his treat "--where did you learn how to Struggle like that? You did quite well."
"Hayner taught me."
Setzer wrinkled his nose, first in disgust because it was Hayner, then in confusion. "But usually, there are similarities between student and teacher. There were none between you. Not to mention, he has that stupid spidery technique."
Roxas shrugged a shoulder. Setzer dismissed it.
"Well, congratulations on your victory in the tournament."
"But I didn't beat you..."
"Oh?" Setzer raised a silver brow. "Was that your goal? To defeat me?"
"Well, no..." Roxas turned and stared right into Setzer's eyes. Setzer felt as though he could drown in the boy's ocean-blue depths. "Actually, it was for my friends. You see, Hayner said just the other day that 'we can't be together forever... so we'd better make the time we do have something to remember'. We'll be splitting up the crystals on the trophy amongst one another... to treasure all the good times."
Setzer smiled and said, "Well, you've got the trophy. Why are you disappointed that you lost to me?"
"Because you wanted me to throw the match! I got angry and--"
"And then you lost your focus, so now you're ashamed. Poor little Rucksack."
Roxas narrowed his eyes. Setzer loved the danger in them. Oh, yes, he could certainly feel that he loved that look.
Roxas frowned. "Look, I only meant to stay for a few minutes. Can you just make this time 'worth my while' so I can leave?"
Setzer's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Certainly..."
He knocked the ice cream out of Roxas's hand, not caring if it made a mess on the floor, and pounced on the blonde. Because of how sudden this was, Roxas gasped, giving the champion easy access to his cold mouth. The teen tried to bite the invading tongue, but it was no use. Setzer's tongue probed around in the salty-sweet cavern and massaged the insides of his cheeks. He ravaged the blonde's mouth until he could feel that his lungs would collapse from the lack of air.
Roxas was panting hard. He glared t the man above him.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Just as I said: making your loss worth your while," Setzer replied, nuzzling his neck.
"No! Stop!"
Roxas pushed Setzer off him and tried to scramble for the door. Setzer grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back, taking off both his and the boy's shoes and throwing them somewhere as he went. He then flipped the boy over, straddled his hips, and took in the sight of his prey.
Roxas's face was slightly flushed. He struggled as much as he could to get the older man off. Setzer caught Roxas's wrist in one hand and hung it above the boy's head. He cupped the blonde's face and smiled widely at those enormous blue eyes.
"My, you have such lovely eyes, Rucksack..." Setzer purred, rubbing the tan cheek with his thumb.
His lips descended upon Roxas's lips, again. Setzer was almost surprised to feel a certain hardness against his stomach. He released Roxas and looked at the boy. The blonde's face was bright and shone a faint sheen of lust.
"You're really getting into this, aren't you?" Setzer asked, excitedly.
Roxas turned his head. For a while, he didn't say anything. Setzer moved his head so those ocean-blue eyes were staring into his amethyst ones. The boy blushed.
"Well, even though you made me mad before..." Roxas started, shyly, "that's wasn't why I was distracted enough to lose our match..."
Setzer smiled, seductively.
"Mmm, so you're interested in me?"
Roxas blushed even more. The silver-haired man smiled at him and caressed his cheek.
"Well, then, you'll really enjoy this treat..."
He instantly went to nibbling on the little blonde's ear, causing him to mewl. When he began sucking on it, the boy began to protest.
"Setzer, we really shouldn't..."
"Why not? I'm pretty sure you want to..." Setzer glanced back at Roxas's growing erection to emphasis his point. He began to slip off the boy's jacket.
"Setzer, there's no way I'm ready for this!"
"You'll never know until you try," Setzer whispered, singsong, as he got boy's shirt off. He smiled at Roxas's beauty. He had a very slim body; it was actually almost girlish. And his nipples were already slightly hardened.
Setzer, with his eyes never leaving Roxas's, bent lower and licked the left one. The blonde instantly jumped. The man grinned at him and took the whole bud in his mouth. With his left hand, he took the other little nub and began rolling it between his fingers. Roxas squirmed, but the hand that held his wrists again after taking his shirt off prevented him from doing much else. He whimpered whenever he felt Setzer bite. After a few more laps at the bud, the champion switched, repeating the same treatment.
When Setzer finished, he could clearly see all the lust in the blonde's eyes.
'Definitely feel it, too...' he thought, smiling.
"Come on, you know you want this," Setzer replied, rubbing his painfully hard erection against Roxas's, causing the boy to moan loudly. "Don't you dare deny it.”
Roxas was breathless. All he could do was nod and moan. Setzer let his wrists go. The teen, still catching his breath, sat up.
"These need to go," he whispered, huskily, as he began to take off the man's cape.
Setzer let the boy take it off as well as his shirt. But when he reached for his pants, the man lightly slapped the hand away and shook his head.
"Uh-uh. I want to see you, first."
The boy shied away, a bit, in embarrassment. Setzer allowed him to stand as he sat with his legs tucked under him. He eyed the tent between the boy's legs, hungrily. He quickly, but carefully, disposed of the offensive clothing, along with the boxers Roxas had. Roxas's erection sprang to life. Silvery precum was gliding down the shaft.
"Beautiful..." Setzer murmured as he leaned forward and took his first taste of the beautiful blonde. The boy tried to thrust into him, but Setzer firmly held his hips. He slid his tongue down the shaft, making sure to collect the rest of the honey Roxas's body produced.
"Nng... Setzer!" Roxas breathed, head thrown back. "What about—gah!"
It was then that Setzer took him in all at once. Setzer went as far as burying his nose in the teen's hair, smelling the sweet, musky odor. He then began deep-throating the boy, earning a gasp and a moan. He held on even more firmly when he felt that the blonde was getting weak in the knees.
Somehow, Roxas's hands found their way to Setzer's silvery mane as he was wonderfully tortured. Setzer pulled back until only the head of Roxas's cock was in his mouth and used his tongue to press into the tiny slit. Then he swirled his tongue around it, causing Roxas to pant, heavily. Setzer continued bathing the boy's length until he was sure Roxas would cum. He abruptly let go of it, the length sliding out with a small pop. Roxas's head immediately shot down, and he glared at the champion with pleading eyes. Setzer grinned and gave his head a kiss, bringing out another moan.
"Relax; the best part has yet to come. Now..." He looked around and spotted the half-melted sea-salt ice cream on the ground. His eyes widened, mischievously. "Alright, then, Rucksack," Setzer didn't miss that glare, "get on the couch and make yourself pretty for me."
Setzer had to laugh. Roxas was already pretty enough. But he was probably too innocent to figure out what he really meant.
He scooped up some of the slightly warmed ice cream in his hand and turned. He was greeted by a very pretty sight, indeed. Roxas was lying on his back, legs pulled back and spread as wide as they would go, eyes half-closed and clouded with lust.
'Has he done this, before?' Setzer felt jealous of whoever had taken Roxas, first, but soon felt he didn't care. He had the boy, now, and that's all that mattered. Unconsciously, Setzer licked his lips, predatorily.
"You're a very good boy, aren't you?" Setzer whispered.
Roxas nodded his head, enthusiastically. Setzer chuckled, stood between the little blonde's legs, and leaned forward to kiss him. Roxas opened his mouth and commenced in a battle for dominance with the champion's tongue. Meanwhile, the champion dipped his fingers into the puddle in his hand and began to circle the boy's puckered opening. In the kiss, he let Roxas's quick little tongue win and inserted the first finger into the boy's hole.
Roxas tensed. Setzer broke the kiss and sent little butterfly kisses along his jaw and neck.
"Just relax," Setzer whispered huskily, but comfortingly. Roxas replied with a whimper but complied.
Slowly, Setzer gently pushed the digit in, kissing even further down to the boy's chest. As soon as the finger was completely pushed in, Setzer pulled back and added another finger, adding to his treatment some sucking on the slightly tanned skin. Roxas shivered with delight. Setzer began scissoring his two fingers and before long, added a third finger.
"Ssetzerrr," Roxas moaned. Setzer thought it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard.
He took his fingers out of Roxas and wrapped the boy's legs around his waist with his free hand. He smiled and bent forward to give Roxas one last kiss. Then he brought his hand with the puddle of ice cream and bathed his cock in the sticky blue juice. Setzer positioned himself, grabbed onto the boy's thighs, and slowly sheathed his cock into Roxas's pretty little ass.
The blonde let out a guttural cry as he felt the champion's dick entering him. Setzer could have smiled at the beautiful sight, but he was too busy trying not to lose control in that tight heat. Roxas was babbling in ecstasy. Setzer pulled out slowly after giving the boy sometime to adjust, but then practically rammed himself back into the boy, instantly hitting Roxas's sweet spot. Roxas threw his head back and let out a scream of pure pleasure. Setzer grinned as he pulled out and went back in.
Soon, sweat was pouring from their bodies, and the sound of panting, moaning, and balls hitting ass filled the house.
Setzer thought he would go mad as he felt himself go even faster in Roxas's delicious heat, managing to hit that prostate every time. Somehow, he managed to get his hand around the little blonde's leg to wrap around the
neglected shaft and he started pumping to the rhythm
he seemed to be following.
Soon, the muscles in that tight ass clenched, suffocating Setzer's dick, and Roxas came with a glass shattering cry of "Setzer!" Setzer took the opportunity to try and ram himself into the small body once more before cumming and bellowed "Roxas!"
The champion collapsed on top of Roxas's body. Roxas wrapped his arms around Setzer's shoulders. Both of them took a few minutes to catch their breath.
Soon, Setzer rolled off Roxas and raised a hand. It was full of blue and white; it was the hand that had held the puddle, the one that had pumped Roxas's cock. Curious, he brought the hand to his face and took a tentative lick. His face lightened up, and he popped a finger in his mouth. Roxas stared at the appendage that had the champion's attention. Setzer finally stopped and looked at Roxas, a broad smile on his face.
"My, they certainly don't sell that flavor in the store!" he commented, raising his hand in front of the boy's mouth.
Roxas grimaced and turned his face. Setzer reached a bit farther and pressed a finger in the boy's mouth. He smiled when he felt that little tongue lapping at the salty-sweet juices. After Roxas finished, they both shared the rest of the liquids on Setzer's hand.
When done, Roxas crawled toward Setzer, laid his head on his chest, and wrapped his arm around the man's stomach. The champion ran his un-licked hand through the boy's blonde spikes.
"You know, we should do that more often," he sighed.
Roxas nodded and kissed a nipple. "Yeah; I've gotta pay you back for this."
Setzer smiled and asked, sleepily, "So, how was it?"
Roxas looked up, eyes almost completely shut. "Definitely worth my while."
A/N: So, how'd you enjoy it? Review and tell me what you think... Criticism would be greatly appreciated!
Ja ne!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts II or any of the characters within it. *bursts into tears* But I will say that I own the particular bar of sea-salt ice cream that is featured in this fic…
Today was the day of the struggle, and Setzer was bored as hell. Bored because he was the champion of it all and therefore hadn't had a challenge in a while. Sure, it was great being admired by all and having a trail of screaming fangirls following him everywhere, but still... the Struggle was starting to become a bore to him.
And here he was, in Twilight Town's Sandlot, about to see the four finalists, one of which he, himself, would be fighting.
He wrinkled his nose in disgust; his challengers were kids! One of them didn't even look like he had hit puberty, yet! Setzer sighed. It didn't seem like he'll be getting the challenge he so longed for anytime, soon.
Setzer sighed, again. They're not even worth his time. He's going to have to tell the "lucky" finalist to throw the match. Though, being as young as they were, they'd probably all be stubborn little brats.
Setzer was glaring at the finalists as a few fire works went off and the fat old promoter began to speak to the crowd.
"Ladies and gentleman, Struggles-fiends of Twilight Town! It's time for summer's most sizzling clash!"
'Yes, sizzling. Very exciting...' Setzer scoffed in his mind. 'I can't contain my excitement.'
"That's right!" cried the promoter. "Today is the day for the Struggle and title match! Who will be the one to break through the ranks and take on our champion, Setzer?!"
'As if a bunch of children could defeat me...' Setzer thought as he smiled and at the crowd.
"Seifer, y'know?" some teen yelled.
'Ah, Seifer... he's in the finals, isn't he? I suppose I could give him a bit of a fight if he makes it.'
"And who will leave today as our new Struggle champion?!" the promoter continued.
'Me, of course..."
"Hayner! Roxas!" two other teams yelled.
Setzer stepped closer to the promoter and was greeted with a scream of "Setzeerrrrrr!" by the fangirls.
Setzer, hand on his hip, smiled with confidence and waved side to side with his other hand.
"Yes, the crowd is fired up," the promoter continued, "So you know what comes next. Let's..."
"STRUGGLE!" everyone screamed.
Setzer rolled his eyes. That scream was so cheesy... He'd always hated the Struggle scream.
Setzer went to grab his champion belt and set it on his shoulders as the promoter switched places with the host, Bigg.
"Hey, now," Bigg called. "It's time to introduce today's combatants! The four bad boys who struggled their way through the preliminaries!"
'Yes, so bad,' Setzer thought, sarcastically.
He stared, completely bored, as Bigg was announcing Seifer, Vivi, Hayner, and... Setzer's eyes widened, a bit, after really noticing the final boy. He seemed too innocent to be fighting. He was so petite and... delicious... yes, that's the word. But all things considered, next to Vivi, he looked like he wouldn't make it to the top. Then again, he was in the finals... so as far as these locals go, he's pretty good...
Setzer shook his head as he noticed he was thinking too deeply for the moment and began to listen to Bigg.
"...The summa cum laude of Struggle-- the Four Crystal Trophy!" The crowd cheered. Setzer stood in the middle of the stage, holding his hand up to start waving, again. "AND..." Bigg continued, "a chance to take on our defending champion, Setzer!" Setzer slid his belt off his shoulder and held it up for all to see... "It won't be long, now, folks, I suggest our challengers go over the official Struggle rules before we begin.
'Yes, review; goodness knows they'll need all the help they can get,' Setzer snorted.
****
Setzer had to admit, he was a bit surprised. It was Roxas who dominated the other participants. He was impressed. He even gave little Roxas a bit of a wave just after his match. But still, the boy couldn't be compared to him. He was still way out of his league.
Setzer and Roxas met up, face to face. Yes, as the champion observed, Roxas was definitely delicious and more. And such big, pouty lips... He couldn't help but stare as the promoter handed the both of them their clubs.
"You two, play fair now," the fat man said. "You're at the top of the bracket."
Inside, Setzer was still fantasizing as he replied, “There's only room for one up here."
Roxas frowned at that. The promoter did, as well.
"Well, may the best man win!" he said before waddling off.
As soon as the promoter was out of earshot, Setzer turned to the boy.
"Hey, Rucksack," he called. He loved the look Roxas made at the insult. "How about you throw the match for me?"
As the crowd continued cheering, that punk, Hayner yelled, "Roxas! Focus!"
'Why, that little fucker...' Setzer thought as he eyed Roxas and then wheedled, "Let me win, and I'll make it worth your while."
"Get real," Roxas snarled and took his stance. Setzer arched a silver brow.
"Roxas, our underdog hero, versus Setzer, our defending champion!" Bigg announced. "The winner of this match will be the true champion! That's bragging rights for a whole year, folks!"
Setzer sighed. This brat can't turn back, now.
"Whatever you think is right, you're wrong," Setzer warned. "And that is a big mistake."
****
"Setzer!!!" the girls scream above all the other fans.
After a short wave, Setzer quickly wrote something on a sheet of paper then dug around in his pocket for something. He then turned and began walking toward Roxas. Once they were side by side, Setzer replied,
"Thanks for the wind, partner. This is for you..." He handed Roxas the note along with a small medal.
Setzer grinned to himself as he thought of what the note said:
Rucksack,
Though you didn't let me win, I will still make your loss worth your while. Meet me at my house as soon as possible. I promise you will enjoy what I have in mind...
****
Setzer was surprised to see that Roxas arrived at his house not five minutes after he had entered. It didn't matter, though.
"Ah, Rucksack, how nice to see you," Setzer greeted.
The boy frowned at the insult. "My name is Roxas. Get it right, for once."
"Of course..." Setzer let the boy in "... Rucksack..."
Roxas sighed, exasperated. "Look, what do you've got in mind? You said it'd be worth my while."
"Wait just a second, Rucksack! We've just come back from the Struggle! We should relax, for a bit."
"But I've gotta meet up with my friends."
"Ah, but it's the end of the summer; you've had several months to do so, plus the few days you have left before school starts. So, relax!"
Setzer, with his hand on the small of Roxas's back, led the boy to the living room. Roxas reluctantly followed. When Setzer invited him to sit, he did just that, but then froze up; his legs were stuck together and stiff, his hands were clasped together on his lap, and he was staring straight ahead.
Setzer smiled and went to take out one of Twilight Town's favorite treats: sea-salt ice cream. He handed the Popsicle to Roxas, who immediately took a few licks at it.
"Thanks," he mumbled.
Setzer sat at the other end of the sofa and watched the seemingly nervous boy.
'Maybe he knows of my plans...' Setzer thought, delightfully.
"So, Rucksack--" Roxas frowned at that, but continued to enjoy his treat "--where did you learn how to Struggle like that? You did quite well."
"Hayner taught me."
Setzer wrinkled his nose, first in disgust because it was Hayner, then in confusion. "But usually, there are similarities between student and teacher. There were none between you. Not to mention, he has that stupid spidery technique."
Roxas shrugged a shoulder. Setzer dismissed it.
"Well, congratulations on your victory in the tournament."
"But I didn't beat you..."
"Oh?" Setzer raised a silver brow. "Was that your goal? To defeat me?"
"Well, no..." Roxas turned and stared right into Setzer's eyes. Setzer felt as though he could drown in the boy's ocean-blue depths. "Actually, it was for my friends. You see, Hayner said just the other day that 'we can't be together forever... so we'd better make the time we do have something to remember'. We'll be splitting up the crystals on the trophy amongst one another... to treasure all the good times."
Setzer smiled and said, "Well, you've got the trophy. Why are you disappointed that you lost to me?"
"Because you wanted me to throw the match! I got angry and--"
"And then you lost your focus, so now you're ashamed. Poor little Rucksack."
Roxas narrowed his eyes. Setzer loved the danger in them. Oh, yes, he could certainly feel that he loved that look.
Roxas frowned. "Look, I only meant to stay for a few minutes. Can you just make this time 'worth my while' so I can leave?"
Setzer's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Certainly..."
He knocked the ice cream out of Roxas's hand, not caring if it made a mess on the floor, and pounced on the blonde. Because of how sudden this was, Roxas gasped, giving the champion easy access to his cold mouth. The teen tried to bite the invading tongue, but it was no use. Setzer's tongue probed around in the salty-sweet cavern and massaged the insides of his cheeks. He ravaged the blonde's mouth until he could feel that his lungs would collapse from the lack of air.
Roxas was panting hard. He glared t the man above him.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Just as I said: making your loss worth your while," Setzer replied, nuzzling his neck.
"No! Stop!"
Roxas pushed Setzer off him and tried to scramble for the door. Setzer grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back, taking off both his and the boy's shoes and throwing them somewhere as he went. He then flipped the boy over, straddled his hips, and took in the sight of his prey.
Roxas's face was slightly flushed. He struggled as much as he could to get the older man off. Setzer caught Roxas's wrist in one hand and hung it above the boy's head. He cupped the blonde's face and smiled widely at those enormous blue eyes.
"My, you have such lovely eyes, Rucksack..." Setzer purred, rubbing the tan cheek with his thumb.
His lips descended upon Roxas's lips, again. Setzer was almost surprised to feel a certain hardness against his stomach. He released Roxas and looked at the boy. The blonde's face was bright and shone a faint sheen of lust.
"You're really getting into this, aren't you?" Setzer asked, excitedly.
Roxas turned his head. For a while, he didn't say anything. Setzer moved his head so those ocean-blue eyes were staring into his amethyst ones. The boy blushed.
"Well, even though you made me mad before..." Roxas started, shyly, "that's wasn't why I was distracted enough to lose our match..."
Setzer smiled, seductively.
"Mmm, so you're interested in me?"
Roxas blushed even more. The silver-haired man smiled at him and caressed his cheek.
"Well, then, you'll really enjoy this treat..."
He instantly went to nibbling on the little blonde's ear, causing him to mewl. When he began sucking on it, the boy began to protest.
"Setzer, we really shouldn't..."
"Why not? I'm pretty sure you want to..." Setzer glanced back at Roxas's growing erection to emphasis his point. He began to slip off the boy's jacket.
"Setzer, there's no way I'm ready for this!"
"You'll never know until you try," Setzer whispered, singsong, as he got boy's shirt off. He smiled at Roxas's beauty. He had a very slim body; it was actually almost girlish. And his nipples were already slightly hardened.
Setzer, with his eyes never leaving Roxas's, bent lower and licked the left one. The blonde instantly jumped. The man grinned at him and took the whole bud in his mouth. With his left hand, he took the other little nub and began rolling it between his fingers. Roxas squirmed, but the hand that held his wrists again after taking his shirt off prevented him from doing much else. He whimpered whenever he felt Setzer bite. After a few more laps at the bud, the champion switched, repeating the same treatment.
When Setzer finished, he could clearly see all the lust in the blonde's eyes.
'Definitely feel it, too...' he thought, smiling.
"Come on, you know you want this," Setzer replied, rubbing his painfully hard erection against Roxas's, causing the boy to moan loudly. "Don't you dare deny it.”
Roxas was breathless. All he could do was nod and moan. Setzer let his wrists go. The teen, still catching his breath, sat up.
"These need to go," he whispered, huskily, as he began to take off the man's cape.
Setzer let the boy take it off as well as his shirt. But when he reached for his pants, the man lightly slapped the hand away and shook his head.
"Uh-uh. I want to see you, first."
The boy shied away, a bit, in embarrassment. Setzer allowed him to stand as he sat with his legs tucked under him. He eyed the tent between the boy's legs, hungrily. He quickly, but carefully, disposed of the offensive clothing, along with the boxers Roxas had. Roxas's erection sprang to life. Silvery precum was gliding down the shaft.
"Beautiful..." Setzer murmured as he leaned forward and took his first taste of the beautiful blonde. The boy tried to thrust into him, but Setzer firmly held his hips. He slid his tongue down the shaft, making sure to collect the rest of the honey Roxas's body produced.
"Nng... Setzer!" Roxas breathed, head thrown back. "What about—gah!"
It was then that Setzer took him in all at once. Setzer went as far as burying his nose in the teen's hair, smelling the sweet, musky odor. He then began deep-throating the boy, earning a gasp and a moan. He held on even more firmly when he felt that the blonde was getting weak in the knees.
Somehow, Roxas's hands found their way to Setzer's silvery mane as he was wonderfully tortured. Setzer pulled back until only the head of Roxas's cock was in his mouth and used his tongue to press into the tiny slit. Then he swirled his tongue around it, causing Roxas to pant, heavily. Setzer continued bathing the boy's length until he was sure Roxas would cum. He abruptly let go of it, the length sliding out with a small pop. Roxas's head immediately shot down, and he glared at the champion with pleading eyes. Setzer grinned and gave his head a kiss, bringing out another moan.
"Relax; the best part has yet to come. Now..." He looked around and spotted the half-melted sea-salt ice cream on the ground. His eyes widened, mischievously. "Alright, then, Rucksack," Setzer didn't miss that glare, "get on the couch and make yourself pretty for me."
Setzer had to laugh. Roxas was already pretty enough. But he was probably too innocent to figure out what he really meant.
He scooped up some of the slightly warmed ice cream in his hand and turned. He was greeted by a very pretty sight, indeed. Roxas was lying on his back, legs pulled back and spread as wide as they would go, eyes half-closed and clouded with lust.
'Has he done this, before?' Setzer felt jealous of whoever had taken Roxas, first, but soon felt he didn't care. He had the boy, now, and that's all that mattered. Unconsciously, Setzer licked his lips, predatorily.
"You're a very good boy, aren't you?" Setzer whispered.
Roxas nodded his head, enthusiastically. Setzer chuckled, stood between the little blonde's legs, and leaned forward to kiss him. Roxas opened his mouth and commenced in a battle for dominance with the champion's tongue. Meanwhile, the champion dipped his fingers into the puddle in his hand and began to circle the boy's puckered opening. In the kiss, he let Roxas's quick little tongue win and inserted the first finger into the boy's hole.
Roxas tensed. Setzer broke the kiss and sent little butterfly kisses along his jaw and neck.
"Just relax," Setzer whispered huskily, but comfortingly. Roxas replied with a whimper but complied.
Slowly, Setzer gently pushed the digit in, kissing even further down to the boy's chest. As soon as the finger was completely pushed in, Setzer pulled back and added another finger, adding to his treatment some sucking on the slightly tanned skin. Roxas shivered with delight. Setzer began scissoring his two fingers and before long, added a third finger.
"Ssetzerrr," Roxas moaned. Setzer thought it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard.
He took his fingers out of Roxas and wrapped the boy's legs around his waist with his free hand. He smiled and bent forward to give Roxas one last kiss. Then he brought his hand with the puddle of ice cream and bathed his cock in the sticky blue juice. Setzer positioned himself, grabbed onto the boy's thighs, and slowly sheathed his cock into Roxas's pretty little ass.
The blonde let out a guttural cry as he felt the champion's dick entering him. Setzer could have smiled at the beautiful sight, but he was too busy trying not to lose control in that tight heat. Roxas was babbling in ecstasy. Setzer pulled out slowly after giving the boy sometime to adjust, but then practically rammed himself back into the boy, instantly hitting Roxas's sweet spot. Roxas threw his head back and let out a scream of pure pleasure. Setzer grinned as he pulled out and went back in.
Soon, sweat was pouring from their bodies, and the sound of panting, moaning, and balls hitting ass filled the house.
Setzer thought he would go mad as he felt himself go even faster in Roxas's delicious heat, managing to hit that prostate every time. Somehow, he managed to get his hand around the little blonde's leg to wrap around the
neglected shaft and he started pumping to the rhythm
he seemed to be following.
Soon, the muscles in that tight ass clenched, suffocating Setzer's dick, and Roxas came with a glass shattering cry of "Setzer!" Setzer took the opportunity to try and ram himself into the small body once more before cumming and bellowed "Roxas!"
The champion collapsed on top of Roxas's body. Roxas wrapped his arms around Setzer's shoulders. Both of them took a few minutes to catch their breath.
Soon, Setzer rolled off Roxas and raised a hand. It was full of blue and white; it was the hand that had held the puddle, the one that had pumped Roxas's cock. Curious, he brought the hand to his face and took a tentative lick. His face lightened up, and he popped a finger in his mouth. Roxas stared at the appendage that had the champion's attention. Setzer finally stopped and looked at Roxas, a broad smile on his face.
"My, they certainly don't sell that flavor in the store!" he commented, raising his hand in front of the boy's mouth.
Roxas grimaced and turned his face. Setzer reached a bit farther and pressed a finger in the boy's mouth. He smiled when he felt that little tongue lapping at the salty-sweet juices. After Roxas finished, they both shared the rest of the liquids on Setzer's hand.
When done, Roxas crawled toward Setzer, laid his head on his chest, and wrapped his arm around the man's stomach. The champion ran his un-licked hand through the boy's blonde spikes.
"You know, we should do that more often," he sighed.
Roxas nodded and kissed a nipple. "Yeah; I've gotta pay you back for this."
Setzer smiled and asked, sleepily, "So, how was it?"
Roxas looked up, eyes almost completely shut. "Definitely worth my while."
A/N: So, how'd you enjoy it? Review and tell me what you think... Criticism would be greatly appreciated!
Ja ne!