Okage Shadow King Fan Fiction ❯ An Ordinary Boy and a Not-So-Evil King ❯ Chapter 1

Fandom: Boku To Mao (Okage : Shadow King)

Word Count: 674
Pairing: StanxRuka

Warnings: Yaoi

Author's Notes: This is only the first part of this. I can't make the second part work.

...sorry.

-k.

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"Come over here, slave, I'm cold."

Ruka looked up at Stan, and moved closer to him. The Evil King put his arms around `his slave' and held him close.

"Thank you. I will spare you one insult."

Ruka smiled into Stan's chest, burying his face.

I...um...Thank you, Stan. He only thought the words, afraid that if he said them out loud, that Stan would stop holding him like this; stop making him feel warm, and safe and complete. He burrowed his face into Stan's chest, and Stan held him tighter.

I...don't...want to say anything. I don't want to move. I'm...happy like this. Stan....

The Evil King's fingers traced small circles on the boy's back. Ruka closed his eyes tightly and tried not to move or breathe or think, terrified that he would do something to make it all end.

After awhile, Stan rolled onto his back, a strong arm pulling Ruka with him. Ruka laid his head on Stan's chest, burrowing his face, and clinging to Stan.

Stan's fingers stroked the flesh of Ruka's side ever so gently, and he stared into the darkness, lost in thought. Ruka couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about. They lay there, quietly, darkness wrapped tightly around them. Ruka felt the fingers of Stan's other hand brush his cheek. It traced small patterns, and traveled up to his ear, and back down to his mouth, repeatedly. Stan traced his lips with a fingertip. His hand moved under the boy's chin, and gently tilted it upward. Ruka looked at him, eyes questioning. Stan moved forward and pressed his lips against Ruka's. Ruka's eyes closed of their own accord, and he pressed back, slightly. Stan moved back, and Ruka buried his face in Stan's neck, clinging to him. Stan's fingers never missed a beat, continuing to move, gently, ghosting over the boy's back. Slowly, Ruka built up the courage, to do the same, moving his fingers unsteadily over Stan's collarbone, and up toward his face. Stan pulled the boy closer, pressing against him, and they lay there, next to each other, facing one another, a tentative boy, and a Great Evil King, lost in the soft touch of skin against skin.

Ruka's breath caught, as Stan's fingers continued to play over his skin. He hadn't meant to, and was worried that Stan would hear it and simply stop.



Stan had heard him, and did stop.

"You're breathing funny. Why?"

"I..don't know." Ruka's heart sank. He was certain that Stan would simply roll over and go to sleep. He closed his eyes, trying not to let Stan feel the disappointment that he was sure he wasn't hiding well enough.

"What are you thinking, Slave? And don't lie about it, either."

Ruka looked down, unable to meet those demanding yellow eyes that he felt could see right through him.

"I...wish...I wish you would kiss me again."

Ruka whispered his answer so softly that he was certain that Stan would yell at him to speak up. Instead, much to Ruka's surprise, Stan reached down, beneath the boy's chin, and tilted it up again, pressing his lips against Ruka's.

"Kiss me back." Stan whispered, his breath against Ruka's lips was warm, and inviting as he pressed forward again, mouth slightly open.

Ruka parted his lips slightly, and closed his eyes tightly, as he returned the kiss.

Don't...stop, Stan. Please...Just...keep kissing me. I want you to. I don't know why, but I feel like I need you to. Make me stop feeling so lonely...

...make me stop feeling...like I'm not real, again.

Stan's voice was barely audible in the room, and Ruka only heard the tail end of what he said, just before he caught Ruka's lower lip gently between his teeth, running his tongue over Ruka's just slightly, and continuing the kiss.

"...kiss good."

Ruka smiled into Stan's mouth, and clung to him, as though he were afraid the Evil King might become a shadow again, and slip from his grasp.

...or that he might disappear, and Stan might forget about him.