Disclaimer: Copyright? Ha! I laugh in the face of copyright! (* hyenas howl and I hide behind my companion *) I don't own Kingdom hearts! (*barely dodges a hyena's chomping jaw*) Or Lion King!
This story takes place after KH2. If you don't know where they end up, it's the same place Sora and Riku end up after the final battle, the beach in the realm of darkness that Kairi's bottle ends up in. I realize I'm a little late for the end of the world, but it's not like I had to get it done by that date. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I have a good feeling about this lemon ;)
December 21st, 2012:
The End, or the Beginning?
Riku
The ocean swallows us whole. Who would suspect a tsunami to attack the islands on the set "end of the world"? They said it was supposed to be a zombie apocalypse, or a Heartless swarm. Not a natural disaster.
For the last time ever, I swear to God, I use the darkness within myself to my advantage. I open a darkness portal and, relieved that the most important person to save is near, pull us both into it to escape the water.
We end up in dark sand. Once we both verify that we're both okay, I have to stop my secretly beloved from going back; there's no way he would survive. Plus, I hate to admit, I can't remember how to open a portal from darkness to light – only light to darkness. But I probably shouldn't tell Sora we're stuck here.
I tell Sora that we just have to pray the rest are okay. Once he's done pacing anxiously, urged to be the hero that he is, he plops down in the ashy sand and prays for what must be half an hour. I hate to say this, but I think I'm more worried for him than I am for the rest of our friends on the islands. After all, they always have a way of making it, but Sora... He needs to stop worrying. After he's finished praying, he starts biting his nails.
The waves fill the air with shushes. We stare out into the dark horizon, particularly what looks like a dim sun floating just above the water. I follow the sounds in my head; over and over again, it starts out quiet and gradually grows louder before the volume falls back down. Then, the process is repeated with another wave.
Soon enough, another noise reaches my ears – Sora's precious, yet anxious voice. He nearly screams, "I can't help this – I need to know everyone's okay!"
As if on cue, a portal opens in the water. We both arm ourselves out of reflex, until we see King Mickey pop out of it with a paper in his hand. He's smiling, which I'm sure is more than reassuring to Sora. Again, thinking only of Sora... Sora instantly runs toward him. I watch his ass as he runs.
"Everyone was saved from the tsunami," the King informs. "They told me to give you this address to the the hotel their staying at. It's in Twilight Town, and they want to know you two are okay."
I can hear the relief in Sora's voice, "Awesome! Tell them we're fine, and we'll catch up with them soon!"
Mickey nods and hands him the note before returning through the portal. Sora dashes towards me in delight. Wait, did we just lose our only chance of return? Fuck.
His grin is so adorable, though, I don't want to tell him...
Sora glomps me. "It's not the end of the world, after all!"
I smile sheepishly, unsure of how to tell him. "Well, but you know..."
He tilts his head to the side. "What is it?"
"I kinda... don't know how to get us out of here..." So maybe it is.
His eyes widen, and he purses his lips in thought. He sits down by my side and rolls his head onto my shoulder. "Well, that's okay, at least we're all okay."
I nod slowly, swallowing too softly for him to notice. Doesn't he realize this is what couples usually do? I have to stop myself from hooking my arm on the love handle opposing the side leaning against me. His smell... His warmth... His breaths... They're all completely Sora. I want to claim him as my own.
However, besides the fact that homosexuality isn't completely accepted in our community, if I try he might feel to obligated to accept just so he wouldn't hurt my feelings. That's just the kind of caring person he is. But, wait, wouldn't that leave possibility for him to actually fall for? It doesn't have to be like that, at first, but to monopolize both his body and his heart would make the end of the world bearable. In fact, in would make it blissful.
Is it time to take a chance? If we live past this day, could I just pass it as a "I don't want to die a virgin"? I don't know, but if he doesn't stop clinging to me, I might devour him. It takes all my right mind to shake him off. He just gets a tighter grip on my arm.
My heart jumps. Before I know what I'm doing, I grab his wrists and roll us over so he's laying down and I'm hovering over him on all fours. His eyes are the size of saucers.
Now I have to choose whether or not to proceed with my plan. "I want you." But, I mean, could it ruin our friendship?
Wait... what? Fuck, did I just say that?! I was going to just ask if he thought we'd die virgins, but really? Talk about change of plan. Now I'll have to be straightforward – which makes me that much more vulnerable. Fuck...
His head turns to the side, and his wrist twitches under my grasp. I think he's trying to hide his face; because he thinks it's awkward, or...?
But his cheeks are red. I'm just about as shocked as he is – too shocked to even move. I can't believe I just got myself into. If he doesn't accept me... I don't even like the thought of the word rejection. I can't believe the hole I might have just gotten myself into. And he won't respond...
When both of his wrists wiggle, I release them and role off to the side. My face is hot. I sit up loose-legged, back against some sort of rock. My head is flung back, the surface of whatever's behind me acting as a pillow. Gah, he knows! I want to run away, curl up into a ball, or maybe go drown myself in the murky water. If I just damaged our friendship... I don't know what to do!
But then something profound happens. I feel a warm weight move up my legs. Before I know what happening, a pair of lips press against my own, and someone's sitting on my lap. This is incredible. Not only do I know who it is by the scent, but who else would or could? And he tastes so much better than he smells...
Just to be sure, I open my eyes. My heart nearly drowns. He's so close to me, and still so adorable. My eyes rest again, this time with a sort of bliss to it. My lips respond with the ultimate vigor, anxious for friction and more of Sora's exhilarating flavor. My tongue pokes into his mouth to dance with his. His hands intertwine behind my neck, and mine move to his lower back. I can't stop thinking about touching his bare skin... Should I give it a shot?
Yes. Oh, God! Nothing can compare to the shudder he gives out as I slide my hands up the back of his shirt. I can feel it. And I can feel a certain something stiffening against my stomach. Not surprisingly, it ignites the same reaction in my body. I wonder if I can muster up some dirty words to turn him on even more...
"Sora," I begin under my breath. I have to admit, I'm a natural at mixing an arousing growl into my voice. I lean up to his ear, sure to breathe ever so slightly on his neck. For the next part, I bring my voice down to a whisper, moving my hands to explore my most tense and sensitive parts of his back. "You're getting hard."
I smirk. That did it. His grip tightens around my neck, his breath noticeably hitching. He takes two gradually evening breaths before he replies in a near groan. "So are you," he whispers breathlessly, arching against my massaging fingers. I have to admit, he isn't so bad at it, either.
Acting on hormones, I flip us so I'm over him on all fours, again. Only, this time, I move straight to attack different places on his neck with teeth and tongue, sucking harshly near the collar bone. My hands explore down his torso and over his hips to the hardness between them. Deciding stripping can wait, I take a handful of manhood through tight slacks to massage roughly, earning a much admired mewl of pleasure. I increase my hand's activities, eager for more scrumptious vocals.
As his reactions grow fuller, my squeezing and kneading hand dampens with leakage. My own member gets harder. I'm so excited that my breaths are ragged at their calmest, but somehow I manage to force out, between gasps, "You're so hot, even through your pants." Saying that nearly made him scream. He's definitely close.
This is too much. My own member is painful, and my stomach is on fire. Taking my inactive hand, I unzip my jeans and pull out my cock as soon as I can manage, instantly pumping it fast.
I watch longingly as blue eyes close tightly and a long, strained moan broken into shudder-like segments is emitted from my beloved's throat. I cum with him, my seed shooting across his pants and mid-shirt. I collapse on top of him, tingling with relief, but soon wanting more. But, more than that, I want to know what this means to him.
Waiting as patiently as I can, I piece together the simplest way to ask him why he decided to choose me – because I was available or something more? But, as I speculate his relieved expression, my mind wanders as to how I made him that way, and my stomach starts to heat up again.
Once his body is powered up again, I'm already mostly hard. I dive right in to discard his short-sleeve jacket, pulling his tank-top up above his chest so it's just a scrunched up line of red and blue. My hands roam his sides and nibble as his nipples. Then, I litter wet kisses all over his chest, abs, and stomach, pulling his soiled pants down to the top of his thighs to show affection to his bony hips. I guess he's still just skin and bones, right here, despite how much upper-body strength he's gotten from all of his Heartless battles. Speaking of "bones", Or "bone-r-s", it's still confined beneath his buttoned pants. That problem can be easily fixed.
I quickly undo his pants and start stroking softly at his length. When I run my tongue along his hipbone and down to his pelvic area, he lets out the most adorable moan ever to reach my ears. And, right now, that cuteness is all mine... Sora's all mine...
I start sucking at his testicles, anxious for more of the mewls I received earlier, and some even stronger. I am touching his bare skin, now, after all. My hand presses into a fist around his hot erection, going slowly but tightly up and down his shaft. Throaty grunts are released through clenched teeth. I move my mouth to the tip of his penis and suck with a twirling tongue.
"Mm-uh...Muh..." Sora drawls, his voice cracking with pleasure. The brunet takes a couple shallow breaths before he continues,"More..." This time, I decided to let the flames in my stomach burn.
A rush of adrenaline runs through me and allows me to take in all his member I can fit into my mouth, sucking passionately. One hand moves down to pull his pants lower, the other tries to pry his hips apart. As his pants and boxers slide off of his feet, I discover a new way to suck. It's to much of a hassle to breathe through my nose as I give head, so I try breathing through my mouth, sucking in air as I suck around his dick, and blowing out to give him a new sensation. I guess that's why they call it a blow job.
As I work my oral magic, both of my hands take a cheek into their grasp and knead them vigorously. They tense under my touch, but they were like that from the beginning. Perhaps it's because of how close he is to ejaculation. Sora's groans excel to a point where there's nothing stifling them, and I feel like my ears are on ecstasy. When I look up expecting to see his face past his torso, an arch of his body is in the way. It nearly catches me off guard as semen abruptly discharges into my mouth.
I pull away to prevent gag reflex, but I still end up choking slightly. Fuck, that must be a turn-off...
I'm secretly glad to feel a hand on my shoulder. I clear my throat and open my eyes to see Sora right by my side, worried for me. "I'm good," I tell him, knowing "fine" would be an understatement. Now for convincing him to allow me access for anal penetration. I want to know what it feels like inside of him...
Leaning up to his ear, what I plan as a "Can we become one" or "Can I put my cock inside of you" comes out as a rather dominant "Let me fuck you." I pray to God I wasn't too demanding, because I really want it and just that might convince him otherwise. He might think I'm too forceful and would just end up hurting him – which I don't think is true, but I guess I've never had sex with a guy...
Thankfully, I was just thinking to much. His breathless response of "Y-yes..." tells me he's probably into me being more imperious. The way he said it was... like he was completely succumbing to me. Be more assertive; I'll keep that in mind.
To make sure I don't hurt him, I first search for some sort of lubricant. Than it hits me how many times we've both climaxed, and that the most cum in one place would probably be in his underpants. So, I dip my fingers in the cooling, slippery substance and coat every one with it. Once that's done, I move to poke my pointer finger at his entrance. The ring of muscles contract around my finger as I unhurriedly slip it further in, but soon they just sort of relax, Sora's breath growing louder from it. He really is giving into me... I find it difficult not to rush into it.
But, I take all the time I can, thrusting my finger all the way in and out four or so times before adding another, and then another after relaxation and four thrust intervals. "Ri – ku... More, pl – ease..." his voice is gentle and slightly wavering. He's doing a great job at relaxing – I know I wouldn't be able to relax like this if I knew something that big was going to be put inside of me. But, I guess he doesn't know my size...
As I slick up my member, I push all of those thoughts away. All that matters now is that I carefully insert my cock into that tight hole without losing my control and hurting him. Here I go...
Oh, God, so this is heaven. It's one thing to feel this hot, tense compression around fingers, but for it to squeeze around my dick... I can barely process a thought. Automatically, my hips begin to move themselves, plunging me deep into his ass. Through blurry vision, I check with all the brainpower I have left to make sure he's enjoying it. Oh, yes, he is... I can't take it anymore. I see red, euphoria empowering my senses. Pulling out, I fall back into the sand, my mind swarming with thoughts of being connected with My Love.
My head clearing, I can swear I feel the tight walls engulf my member ounce again. Okay, now there's no mistaking it. Sora's... riding me? Oh shit. The sight of him throwing his head back ever-so-slightly every time my head slams into what I'm sure is his prostate, and rolling his hips as he would rise and fall. Excited in what could be an instant, I responding to his endeavors by sitting up and guiding his hips, thrusting my pelvis up as he slides down. My hands evidently feed Sora's intensity, bringing more friction and momentum to our movements.
But it's still not enough. I nudge Sora backwards onto his back, so I'm on top again. I pull one of his legs up on my shoulder to immerse even deeper into him, shifting angles until I know I'm hitting him in the right spot. I rock hard into him, speed accelerating by the second. Neither of us can hold back our voice, and neither of us gives a shit. I pound into him over and over and over again, until we can handle any more. Our lips lock as we finish in unison, swallowing one another's conveyances of pleasure.
Head clearing, I find myself where I started, back against a rock, only this time there's an angel in my arms. His head rests on my chest, his breaths just as rapid as my own. There is no way that he can't hear my pulsating heartbeat, but really, I don't care. I only care that he be with me, now and forever after.
You know, they said that December 21st, 2012, would be the end of it all. I now know the truth – it's nothing like that. No, that day was merely the end of that world. The world where Sora and I were only childhood friends, with no sort of deeper connection whatsoever. But everything changed on that day. That day, the "end of the world", was the day that made all the difference to Sora's perception of our relationship. That was the day we became lovers.