I got into this mood. This like...really addictive mood to write something so passionate and steamy. Ugh, it's been overwhelming me for a while so I'm just going to ease my mind by writing this. It will be in three chapters, thus the chapters will be really long. Or as long as I can make them. This first part is going to be so weird you'll be like...'this is passionate and steamy?' But I promise the lemon-level will rise. So here is part one of three; hope you enjoy! Translations for Japanese words at the bottom! And the : means that Riku is beginning a fantasy.

Disclaimer: I own no characters of Kingdom Hearts.

Chapter One: In Which Things Are Discussed, Feelings Are Hurt, and Jello Is Wiggled

Jello. A substance more mysterious than all the precious legends out there in the world. What is it exactly? Why is it able to be colored green, blue, and red? Why does it--after one bite--cause you to indulge yourself so much that after five minutes you have gained five pounds? And most importantly...why does it wiggle? This is the question that has been bothering Sora all throughout the day, along with a few others that were also farfetched. He's never really thought about it before--Jello has just been there. It just is. (1) But after today, when the demented lunch ladies served everyone a huge slice of Jello, he couldn't take his mind of the delicious substance. It reminded him of...Riku.

Yes, Riku. His childhood friend, the one who understood him the most. His Riku. The way the Jello moves reminds him of the way Riku moves; the way they both sway gently to and fro--even if they do so subconciously--and drive other people out of their minds. And Sora is sure Riku is every bit as delicious as a huge bowl of Jello. These crazy thoughts followed the Keyblade Master all throughout his day. Drat--he is trying to make it a normal day, too. Well his plan is down the drain now, thanks to the Jello. Was this some twisted plot of the lunch ladies? To torture him like this? Oh, they're probably sitting behind the serving counters laughing their heads off at his misfortune.

'Damn lunch ladies...' The lunch ladies have been out to get him ever since he ratted to the principle that there were numerous amounts of hair in his spaghetti. What was he supposed to do, just eat it? He kicks a loose stone on his way to his house, hearing the soft plunk as it falls into one of the streets many potholes that has been filled with water. After a storm like last nights, he isn't really surprised. 'Mm...the rain always makes me tired.' The sky today is unusually blue, especially after the storm. Weather forcasts had predicted for it to rain all throughout today, tomorrow, and the day after that. And as usual the weather people are wrong. Personally he is a bit bummed.

Whenever the storms are supposed to be really bad he gets to crash at Riku's place. Sora's not very fond of hurricanes and his mother can't stand his whining--especially not three days in a row--so he usually hangs with Riku. Like last night, which was really fun. It gave Sora ideas, but it was fun. It's always fun with Riku. A single drop of water falls from the leaf it was clinging to and drops on Sora's nose. 'Huh...?' Pulled out of his walk down memory lane, he gives a big yawn and stretches before running the rest of the distance to his house. Who knows--maybe there is still hope for that hurricane yet.

"I'm home! Kaa-san?"

"In the kitchen, Sora."

A delicious smell wafts out to him, teasing him. He follows the smell to his kitchen, completely ignoring everything else around him. His nose takes him in front of the stove, where a cheesecake--his favorite--sits motionless as if it's waiting for him. A hand reaches out to take a quick swipe of it, only to be whacked away by some foreign object: a spatula. But it's not wielded by his mother. No, the spatula is held in the hand of none other than Riku. 'Oh my gosh...' Riku looks at his friend with a wide grin plastered on his face, along with some of the remaining cheesecake batter. His green eyes held Sora's gaze until Sora, blushing, broke the connection.

"What are you doing here, Riku?"

"Mm...it's my mother's birthday in a few days, so I'm making her a cake."

"At my house."

"Well, my mother lives in mine," Riku laughs, tousling Sora's already messy cinnamon hair.

"Oh...yeah."

"Sora you're such a goof!"

Kairi enters the room with an amused look on her face. It always seems that when Sora is near Riku, he can't help but act stupid. Or maybe that's just the guy impulse throbbing in him. Maybe that impulse has wrapped itself around Sora's unnormally large ego and is pressuring him to act like a dolt... Yes, that sounds good. Smothering her laugh Kairi prances up to Riku and wipes the cake batter away with her finger.

"Oishi!"

"K-kairi!" Sora is disheartened at the fact that it was not him wiping away the batter. "What are you two doing here. What the heck is going on!"

"Aah, is the pressure of two smart people too much for you?" Kairi teases, pulling softly on one of Sora's locks.

"Yes. Wait...Kairi!"

Kairi giggles. She's especially cute when she giggles, Sora notices. He just hopes that Riku doesn't notice it as well. After all, Kairi has tons of guys chasing after her. She's got to leave at least one for Sora. The only one he wanted. Urgh...now he soundslike a stalker. Not to mention gay. But he isn't gay. 'Right...?' Thoughts swirled around in Sora's head as he remembered all the times he had stared at Riku, wanted to feel Riku, wanted to hold Riku. It sounds to himself that he's bordering the edge of gay at the moment.

'Aah, Sora repeat after yourself: You. Are. Not. Gay.' It gives him the chills every time he said 'gay.' It just makes him wonder if Riku is also gay.

"Eh, Sora are you okay?" Kairi prods him in the chest.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine."

The awkward silence that follows should never be repeated again in the group of friends. It is like every time one of them begins to speak another opens their mouth and the previously stated shuts his mouth very quickly. So quickly in fact that it seems that the three have sat there for the elapsed two minutes without trying to speak at all. Like I've said: never again. It is only when Sora's mother comes bursting into the room that the silence is broken.

"Outside, all of you," she commands, wielding her spatula. "Sora your things are on the stairs."

"T-things...?"

"You're crashing with me, goof," Riku replies as he swings an arm around his friend.

A blush creeps onto Sora's face, but no one notices; he detangles himself from Riku and goes to pick up his bag. Apparently the chance of a returning storm is high, otherwise his mother would never have gone into his room. It is--as she puts it--incapable for anything but mold to breed in there. But he likes his room. He likes Riku's even more. Kairi grabs her bag from one of the kitchen stools and slings it over her shoulder. Sadly she must return home for the night. It would have been interesting to be at one of Riku's and Sora's many sleepovers. She wonders what they do at those things...

"Bye mom! Riku, let's go!"

"Thank you for letting me use your kitchen," Riku bows to Sora's mother before chasing after his friend.

They say that opposites attract. And with Sora and Riku that is most certainly the case. On the one hand, Riku. Riku is charming, kind, and a neat freak. If the list were to go on any longer than it already does, the world would end before we could name all the qualities of Riku. So we will just name a few. On the other hand we have Sora. Impatient, a bit messy, and able to make any kid cry. As stated above: opposites atrract. So it is with a lightened heart that Sora dumps all of his things into one particular corner of Riku's room. The corner they have named "Sora's Haven" because it is always full of his things. (2)

"Riku...arigatou."

"Eh?"

"It must be really difficult, putting up with me. Especially when I get all scared."

"Don't worry about it," Riku assures. "You're cute when you're angry. You try to be all macho. It's funny."

...Is Riku mocking him or is he flirting with him? Sora cannot really distinguish between the two. But how dare he say Sora tries to be all "macho" when he's afraid. So what? Is there something wrong with that in Riku's mind? Ugh, damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn. Something is seriously wrong with him today. He feels so sick...like all he wants to do is curl up on the couch and sleep. Rubbing an eye with one hand, Sora swats at Riku with the other to let him know he's not too mad with his comment. Blurry eyes...not the best when trying to focus. Sora doesn't even realize he's lost the feeling in his legs until his face hits the cold floor.

"Sora! Sora, are you okay?"

"Mph, dizzy..."

A pillow is tossed at him, followed by a blanket. The soft whisper of "rest up" echoes in Sora's ears as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

While Sora occupies himself by being in dreamland, Riku makes his way down to the living room with thoughts of instant ramen in his head. The sight of a sleeping Sora always sends him into waves of convulsion, in a sense. He knows Sora likes him and while he happily returns the feelings, he knows it could never be. The people of the island are too...afraid. Homosexuality is not a common thing where they come from. So of course it would shock them if all of a sudden the two were to start dating. That's why Riku never returns any of Sora's gestures. Gestures that clearly say "I love you."

"You don't know what you do to me..." Riku moans as he unzips his pants.

He rubs the length of his member; up and down, up and down. His breath comes out in eager gasps as he imagines Sora's sleeping face. That face in itself is adorable but when the boy blushes, he is absolutely...molestable. The things Riku would do to him if only he had the chance! His member, thoroughly hardened now, is paining him mentally. He shouldn't be reduced to this; he shouldn't let this one boy get such a rise out of him. But he does, and it feels damn good. Keeping his eyes shut, he imagines that it is Sora's hand running expertly down towards the tip of his manhood. The picture becomes more vivid, thus Riku's fantasy.

: The hot breath of Sora on his neck moments before Sora nips at his flesh, drawing blood. Riku shivers as his friend laps it up and--at the same time--slowly undresses himself. The sight of Sora's naked body nearly sends Riku into an early climax. Laughing low in his throat, Sora presses his mouth up against Riku's and the two tongues battle out for dominance. Riku quickly wins, feeling out every nook and cranny of Sora's mouth. As the two pull away for air a moan escapes Sora's mouth and he smirks sexily.

"Don't tease me..." Riku says breathlessly, clutching his friend's shoulders.

"Mm...you're right. Time to end this," Sora replies, sliding down so he can take Riku into his mouth.

The elder boy gasps audibly, now clutching the sides of the couch they are laying on. Sora's tongue runs over him, enticing more and more moans from his. Hot juices mixed with the saliva...it all blows him away. He clenched his eyes tight, reopening them quickly when Sora places two fingers inside him, ready to enter himself. And as he does so, Riku is sure he sees God. The pain...it's so terrible...he doesn't want it to stop. Erratic movements, heartbeats, and breathing are all rolled into one as the two climax, clutching each other for support and letting all their energy out in the form of screams.

And boy do they scream. :

"Riku...?"

'Oh, shit!' Riku panics, hastily yanking up his pants ignoring the fact that his seed is splattered all over them. The voice was faint, so it is probably just Sora in the middle of a nightmare. But then again, it might not be. And Riku doesn't want to take any chances. He knows he smells deliciously like sex but hopefully Sora won't know the smell and his secret will be safe. The fact that when he can have Sora himself he has to masturbate sends him into waves of shame. 'Stop it.' He tells himself. 'It's absolutely normal. What would anybody else do if they couldn't have the one they wanted...' He climbs the stairs to his room, happy for the fact that his mother--who is the only one he lives with--is out on business trips. Sometimes he wonders what she could be doing for six months at a time away from home, but then the subject always drops from mind. Probably better not to think about it.

Sora is tossing and turning on the floor, swept up in a nightmare. He doesn't want to make it any worse by touching the boy but...that is what his hormones are urging him to do.

A low purr escapes his throat as he leans towards the shaking boy, putting a hand on his cheek. The shaking movements are softened, as if by this one gesture Sora is able to sleep easier. 'If only I could tell you...' Sora's lips are so soft and inviting; Riku licks his own in an attempt to calm down. Not happening. The slow motion of Sora's chest rising and falling with each breath, the way his eyelashes send little shadows across his eyes when they are closed--these little things send Riku reeling. Not to mention the fact that his pants are a little tight, showing the obvious outline of his manhood. Hell, Riku is ready to take him right here, right now. Inching forward towards Sora's face, Riku shivers as Sora breathes lightly on him. And just as his lips are centimeters away...

...blue eyes open suddenly.

Blurry as they were right before he drifted off to sleep, Sora's eyes couldn't focus on what was in front of him. Which, for Riku, is a good thing. It gives him time to think. Now, many of Riku's teachers say that he should be a general in a war or something like that occupation. Because when things get nasty, Riku's mind brings to its master a whole lot of things to say, ways to get out of certain situations--much like the one he is in now. Sora's blue eyes focus onto Riku's green ones, noticing the position they are in. It's not that Riku is actually laying on him, it's more the fact that he almost is. How did they end up like that? Is he missing something?

"Um...Riku? Why are you sitting on me?"

"Oh, no reason," Riku says calmly, inching just a little bit closer to the flustered Sora. "Why do you ask?"

"J-just because you're practically on top of me and getting really close."

"Silly Sora," Riku moves his legs so that he is straddling Sora. "This is sitting on you."

Sora's pants become unbearably tight as Riku comes even closer, until his lips are pressed against his own. Riku's hips grind against his own, begging for response. But Sora is just too surprised at the moment; too stunned. 'Why is he...' Sora blinks back unwanted tears as Riku slowly and softly bites his lips, demanding entrance. It is only when Riku gives a small thrust that Sora opens his mouth to gasp, allowing his tongue to slide stealthily in. 'Everything I've ever wanted is right here but...it feels wrong. Like it's not true.' And with this thought in mind, Sora sadly pushes his friend away.

"S-sora?"

"Stop it Riku," Sora's body shakes. "We can't do this. You know we can't."

"But why?" Riku demands. "You know you want to!"

Upon recieving no reply from the smaller boy Riku storms off into the kitchen, slamming the door that separates it from the dining room with a large sound that reverberates through the rooms. Still upstairs and on the floor unmoving, Sora growls and pounds his fists on the floor. 'Fuck...' The window looks all to inviting at the moment, so it is with great pleasure that Sora shimmies down it, even though the rain is coming down hard. He'll just have to take it while he goes off to Kairi's house. It isn't that far away...

Downstairs and oblivious to Sora's escape plan, Riku prods the lumpy Jello on his plate in disinterest. What had he been thinking, going so quickly like that? Sora isn't exactly the most affectionate person in the world to anyone but Riku, and he'd just taken complete advantage of him. What an ass he is. 'Kuso.' His hair falls messily in his eyes as all the thoughts of what he can say to make this better run through his head. There's not really much he can think of that will be good. But he has to try something. So, shoving his manly pride away, he quietly ascends the stairs to his room and pushes the door open.

Sora is gone.

Mm...yaoi-goodness. I was going to cut out Riku's little...fantasy...and e-mail it to you if you wanted to read it but I was like 'what the hell.' So you guys get an added bonus. Hope you're happy. Wow, this chapter was shorter than I expected it to be but it's just the first one--there's two more to go. So, wrapping it up: Riku has screwed up royally and Sora is out there in the rain! What will happen? Check out the next installment of this story to find out: Gaah, I sound like a commercial lady:

(1)- My Physic Applications teacher said this about some cans. He's like: 'the can just is.' I was rolling.

Translations

Kaa-san - mother

Oishi - tasty

Arigatou - thank you

Kuso - damn