Title: Falling On The Moon
Author: Daisy
Fandom: The Evil Within
Setting: Ruvik's Mind
Pairing: Ruvik/Leslie, Sebastian/Joseph
Genre: Romance/Angst/Horror
Rating: M
Chapters: 1/9
Word Count: 886
Type of Work: Chapter Story
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: AU - Canon Deviation, Mpreg, Fluff, Smut, Gore, Character Abuse, Gay/Slash/Yaoi
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Summary: Ruvik finds more than just a connection with Leslie, and when he gets him pregnant, he realizes he is still capable of love.
AN: So, I had this idea a while back, and I'm finally getting to writing it. I hope you guys enjoy, I know a lot of people seem to like my TEW works. ^^
Chapter One: Bad Boys Gone Soft ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A beautiful melody flowed through the mansion in his mind, drawing Ruvik towards the room with a burning fireplace and a piano settled off to the side. Sitting on the stool was none other than Leslie, the only person to ever survive a connection with him, and someone who he felt particularly compassionate for. The albino's eyes were closed as nimble fingers stroked the keys with a kind of loving care, head bobbing slowly to the beat as he continued the morose song that seemed to calm the beast inside of the scarred man watching him.
Taking in the state of his clothes, the dirt smudged on the white and the blood caked to his bare feet, and it seemed to stir something inside of him. Those fingers trailing spilling notes into the home were also dirty, blood and dirt crusted under the younger's nails, but he didn't seem to care as the song continued. When he hit the end, a short pause was taken before he started a slightly more happy tune, turning his head and offering an elusive smile.
"Hel-He-Hello, Ruvik." He offered softly, his voice never really did get very loud.
"Good evening, Leslie." Came the soft reply as the man crossed the room with several long strides, coming to stand behind the other. Where usually he would have the urge to strangle someone, his hands itched to rub the other's shoulders as he sighed contentedly. "You play beautifully."
"Th-thank you." That smile grew as he felt hands on his neck and shoulders, a kind of trust for the other displayed as he rest into the touches of those usually rough fingers. Rubbing gently, yet hard enough to work out knots he could feel beneath the thick straightjacket, Ruvik hummed to the tune that the other never really stopped playing.
"Pachelbel's Canon in D, correct?" The elder questioned, eyes sliding closed as his thumbs worked circles into the deep tissue of the other's shoulder blades. No wonder why he was always so tense, his shoulders were nothing but tight muscle that never relaxed.
"Y-yes." Came the simple reply as he leaned back a little against the elder's body, eyes still closed and hands still gliding over the piano keys.
"Where did you learn to play?" To his knowledge, Leslie had mostly been raised in Beacon Mental Hospital, and that place never seemed like the kind to foster such cultured patients.
"A woman at Beacon helped me learn. She was very nice, but she was a-awfully loud." A hand suddenly moved to pet through his stringy, greasy hair, and he shuddered a little, flinching slightly before realizing that that hand was being nice.
"Well, she taught you well. Have you ever done a duet?" Moving from the other's body, nearly making him topple backward from how much he was leaning on him, Ruvik sat beside him on the bench, their thighs touching as he seemed to think of the melody before his fingers joined the young albino's.
"Th-this will be the first t-time." Whispering it as if to preserve the sanctity of the music, the two played in a companionable silence until the song was over.
"Do you know Chopin's A Wish?" He questioned, tilting his head slightly and watching the other from beneath his hood.
"N-no, I don't think I eve-ever learned it." The reply seemed sheepish, and Leslie began to gently knock his knuckles together. Right before his eyes, the sheet music appeared from nowhere, and the elder's hands moved to aid the younger's in the proper movements.
"Like this," The scarred man spoke softly, pressed right up against the younger and nearly wrapped around him, "There, you've got it." Once the younger male had achieved the right rhythm and tempo, the elder joined him in playing the lower notes, and the two made a beautiful tune together, with the younger even putting soft words to the beat that neither of them recognized. Once the song was finished, Ruvik turned to look at the man watching him closely, before his scarred hands moved to cup the thinner's cheeks and gently pulled him into a soft, gentle kiss. It was nice, having the other so close, being able to spend time with someone like he would have with Laura, even if he never kissed his sister like he was kissing Leslie, now.
Pulling away slightly, it left the younger with a gasp on his lips and a soft red tint to his cheeks, and his admirer smiled softly.
"R-Ruvik, wh-why did you-"
"Shh," Cutting the other off with another kiss, the room suddenly shifted, spun and twisted until they were sitting side by side on a fancy canopy bed with red velvet covers and silken sheets. Pressing the other's back into the soft fabric, the Victoriano heir crawled atop him, kissing at his lips, then his eyes, his neck, and to the collar of his shirt. Smiling sweetly, which was an odd look on his face, he reached back to remove the shirt completely, baring his bruised and malnourished love interest's chest, stomach and arms.
"Mm… Do you love me, Leslie?" He questioned, the other's eyes snapping open as he thought about it, though he never really noticed when they'd slipped closed, and he finally gave a slow nod.
"Y-yes."
"Good."
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