Anything But Love

Anything But Love

Viva la Viveca

Disclaimer: I don’t own Rave Master, nor do I own Apocalyptica's “S.O.S. (Anything But Love)”. I don't make money off of any of them.


Bound to your side and trapped in silence

Just a possession

Is the sex or only violence

That feeds your obsession

You send me to a broken state

Where I can take the pain

Just long enough

That I am numb

That I just disappear

I expected such great things from the Rave Master, but here he was, weak on his knees and begging for mercy. We were equal in most aspects; we were important men in the world’s history, our families destined to meet in battle since the beginning of time. Our strength was close, we even thought quite similarly. We might have been friends if fate hadn’t led us to this. There was just one difference; he was soft and caring, weak in his own strength. I knew my place in this world; I had no friends, or other people I cared about and didn’t need any.

I laughed, grabbing his chin roughly and yanking his head up to look at me. There were tears on his face, pain in his eyes for all the injuries. I had defeated him again in battle. I had taken advantage of his weakness and lack of endurance.

But now, now I would defeat him in a completely different way.

So go on and fight me

Go on and scare me to death

Tell me I asked for it

Tell me I'll never forget

You could give me anything but love

Anything but love

I looked at the blond haired man, but all I felt was a searing in my side where he had managed to get in a blow early in the battle. I knew there would be a bruise there for weeks to come. His golden eyes seared with a frightening passion that I have never seen anywhere else. I knew I was done for. What I didn’t expect was the violent kiss he smothered me with, or the way that he pushed me to the ground, straddling my waist with obvious experience.

He could have easily taken what he wanted quickly, but that wasn’t his style as he had proven time and time again. He raked his fingernails over my skin, drawing tiny lines of blood to the surface. I tried to stifle a whimper to no avail. He grinned, ripping open my shirt with ease. The buttons scattered all over the forest ground as be began his attack on my neck and chest. I squirmed every time I felt his teeth sink into my skin, bronze from the many hours I had spent in the scorching sun, training so I could be stronger to fight against the blond who was now controlling me.

I could feel multiple wounds starting to sting a bit. I closed my eyes to try to block out the pain, and I knew this would be a new type of torture than the world had ever seen.

Does it feel good tonight

Hurt me with nothing

Some sort of sick satisfaction

You get from mind fucking

Oh stripped down to my naked core

The darkest corners of my mind are yours

That's where you live

That's where you breathe

He squirmed for a little while, but by the time I had removed all of his clothes he was completely silenced. All it did was piss me off; I liked a good fight. I wanted him to struggle, to try and break free of my hold. Amusedly, I watched his eyes flutter as my tongue danced around his arousal, always teasing and never touching. I wanted to be cruel, I wanted him to never forget who I was. I ran my tongue around the underside of his shaft before flipping him over and pinning him beneath my body. I had his arms trapped under his own body; it would keep him from being a nuisance later. It was pointless to try to tie him up. It would take energy I wanted to use for something more… productive… to drag him over to the closest tree.

I ground my hips against him, cherishing every whimper, every silent tear to the fullest of it’s extents. I unbuttoned my pants, whispering filthy things in his ear that I wouldn’t dare repeat to anyone. He let out the smallest of painful screams as I grabbed his hips, and entered him without any warning. He was my slave after all, why should I give him a warning unless he deserves it?

So go on and fight me

Go on and scare me to death

Dare me to leave you

Tell me I'd never forget

You could give me anything but love

Anything but love

I clawed at my own stomach when he entered me full force. It took me a few minutes to realize that the screaming I was hearing was my own. I tried to stifle my cries with the ground, but it was too painful like this. I felt like my insides were being ripped out, yet I could feel, somewhere in the distance beyond the pain, the orgasm building in my stomach.

I let out a surprised gasp when he grabbed my manhood, jerking it in time with his thrusts. I raised my hips to meet him without even realizing it. It hurt like hell, and I was sure I wouldn’t be able to walk properly for days, but at the same time it had my eyes rolling back into my head. Even when he flipped me over onto my back and shoved back into me, I still felt pleasure in the pain that racked my spine. There was a rock that was jabbing into my shoulder, but I blocked that out as well, concentrating harder on stopping myself from screaming. Despite everything, this was my secret desire, something that had given me pleasures in dreams many times before he had ever come into my life.

Without any faith

Without any light

Condemn me to live

Condemn me to lie

Inside I am dead

“Lu-Lucia!” I felt a jolt in my stomach, almost like a tight coil being wound past what it could handle. I roughly grabbed his manhood again, nuzzling my face into his neck.

“Say it again!” I gasped out, my body preparing to dive over the impossibly tall cliff known as bliss. “Say it!”

“Lucia… Lucia… LUCIA!!” I felt his hot seed cover my hand and stomach, and I buried myself as deep as I possibly could as I came inside of him. I collapsed on top of him, knowing damn well that he probably couldn’t breath with my weight on top of him. It took me a moment to realize that I actually cared. I wrapped his legs around me, flipping over so I was underneath him.

A grin graced my face, the grin that I saved only for my lover, Haru Glory. “I think that’s the best roleplaying we’ve done so far…” I nuzzled his cheek.

“Next time, I’m on top…” he mumbled, digging his nails into my shoulder in revenge. I grinned.

“Yes, Master.”

So go on and fight me

Go on and scare me to death

I'll be the victim

You'll be the voice in my head

You could give me anything but love

Anything but love...

A.N. Not what you expected, eh? ^_^; I love this song more than anything in the world, and I figured I would go for a more violent side of Haru/Lucia… And then I kinda made up this scenario where they turned training into sort of a kinky roleplaying session…