Ghost Love

The crystal tower stood isolated in a distant corner of the cosmos, its translucent walls shimmering with an otherworldly glow. Inside, Ru lay suspended in a state between sleep and wakefulness, his consciousness tethered to the tower's crystalline embrace. He could hear the whispers of the universe, feel the vibrations of distant stars, and see the faint echoes of light dancing across the walls.

But one presence, sharp, undeniable, and completely devouring, pierced the cosmic noise like a blade.

The monarch.

"I desire you," he said. The monarch's deep voice entered Ru's ear and made his heart throb.

Ru knew who he was, even with the mask obscuring his face. The silver eyes, the commanding aura, the way his very presence seemed to bend reality—it was unmistakable. And yet, despite the distance between them, Ru could feel him. Every breath, every touch, every whispered word seemed to ripple through the tower's crystals and into his very soul.

It terrified him.

"Stay away from me," Ru said uncompromisingly.

But the monarch continued to touch him. His hand slid from his neck to his chest. It went down his ribs like steps and came to his belly. He paused.

The monarch's touch was not physical, not in the traditional sense, but it was real. Ru could feel the phantom brush of fingers against his skin, the warmth of breath against his ear, the weight of a gaze that seemed to pierce through him. It was maddening, this smoldering connection that refused to be ignored.

"Stop touching him, damn it!" Ru's voice echoed through the tower, a desperate plea that seemed to vibrate through the crystals.

But the monarch only leaned closer, his masked face brushing against Ru's cheek as he whispered, "Ru, my beautiful Ru." Ru was shivered by the low, velvety purr of his voice.

Ru's breath hitched as he felt the monarch's hands—phantom though they were—roam over his body. The touch was deliberate, exploring every curve and contour with a possessiveness that made Ru's heart race. He could feel the warmth of the monarch's skin, the softness of his touch, and the way it ignited a lust within him that he couldn't extinguish.

"Stop doing that," Ru whispered, his voice trembling.

But the monarch didn't stop. His hands descended, fingers gliding over Ru's arousal with a gentleness that belied the intensity of his desire. Ru gasped, his body arching instinctively as the monarch's touch grew more insistent.

"I'm going to take you, Ru," the monarch murmured, his lips tantalizingly close to Ru's ear. "I'm going to make you scream my name."

"But... but... What's your name?" Ru asked breathlessly.

Ru's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear, desire, anger, longing—they all warred within him, leaving him breathless and uncertain. "Should I allow this? Should I not?" he thought, his heart pounding in his chest.

The monarch's flaming hands moved around the young man's crotch.

The Great Ru was biting his lips and scratching the armrests of the crystal throne because of the pleasure he felt. "I can't resist this," he moaned. "Kill me!"

The monarch spread the young man's legs, put them on his shoulders, and claimed his hips with a strong grip.

The young man's lips got wet and parted, spilling his lust-fuelled first wax fluid as The Great Ru whispered, "Take me."

The monarch wedged his phantom body between Ru's legs and pressed his member against Ru's back doorway. As Ru felt the strain, he could sense his own body's natural resistance and desire for more.

"Yes, I want!" Ru groaned, his voice breaking through the silence of the tower and mingling with the cosmos' mysteries.

The monarch's thrusts were slow and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure through Ru's body. He could feel the monarch's desire; the way it enveloped him, consumed him, left him trembling with need.

Their bodies moved together, their moans and gasps filling the air with a symphony of passion. The monarch's touch was everywhere, his lips capturing Ru's in a kiss that was both tender and demanding.

Ru cried out as his climax washed over him, his body shaking with the intensity of it. The monarch trailed behind, his own release tearing through him like a tempest. For a moment, they were one, their connection transcending the physical and delving into something deeper, something instinctual.

As the monarch lay there, his phantom form pressed against Ru's, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had taken what he wanted, given in to his desires, and Ru—his beautiful Ru—had been with him every step of the way.

Even if the monarch doesn't know about it... He passionately hugged the empty vessel of a body, whispering sincerely, "I really want you and I want you to want me too."

Ru responded without hearing him: "I desire you, whomever you are."

The rest was blazing inferno that consumed them both.

The seventh clone of Ru ignited brilliantly in the embrace of the monarch. The phantom of the monarch who surrounded Ru like an invincible shield slowly faded away.