Pairing(s): Sora/Riku, Axel/Roxas (giving them chapters, too, actually). Ventus/Terra (surprise!), and Xemnas/Saix. Etc. They don't all really matter.
Warning: Sex. Lots of it. Marijuana use and underaged drinking. Cursing and stereotypical drivel. People being fucking stupid and misunderstanding each other, as usual. Woeful artists babbling about philosophers. Many songs that I love and do not own as titles. And probably other things I'm forgetting...
Disclaimer: I don't own things. Any things.
Title: "I Love It" by Icona Pop
I Love It
Nearly a week after Sora and Riku moved into their apartment, life - college life - began. It was a major development for Sora, particularly because he'd gone through elementary, middle, and high school believing that he'd finally blossom and truly find himself only when he was able to take that half-step into the adult world and become a college student. He was there. He was at the pinnacle of his short life, and it was thrilling. And, much as things are wont to do for Sora, it was going perfectly.
His enrollment had gone smoothly, and his schedule was nearly entirely matched with Riku's. They sat together in massive lecture halls - Riku pretending to be calm and cool (and in all probability actually feeling just as thrilled as his boyfriend) as Sora fidgeted and looked around at their classmates excitedly, his mind a blur of half-formed thoughts and ideas.
"Riku we should make friends with someone."
"Riku we should go sit next to them they look nice."
"Riku we should go talk to the teacher to get on their good side."
"Ooh! I heard from Axel that this professor is really nice. Riku-"
Finally feeling the need to shut his boyfriend up, Riku turned and grabbed Sora's shoulders, planting a forceful kiss to his lips. And though he had ulterior motives, it achieved its initial goal, quieting the brunet for the duration of the class and for some time after as Riku smirked and turned back to the front of the classroom, noting with satisfaction that many of his targets had witnessed the act. They were all pouting.
'Fucking vultures,' Riku thought, brushing some of his silver hair away from his eyes. 'I have to be on my guard here. There are even more gay guys than Berkeley.'
Sora, still in a slight daze from the unwontedly passionate kiss was, of course, unaware of the attention he drew, which only made Riku more nervous and frustrated. It was going to be a tough year, he figured.
Riku's perspective only grew more bleak as the day continued. He and Sora went to their other Monday class and four sets of lecherous eyes zoomed right in on the brunet. Riku flared his nostrils, slinging one arm over Sora's shoulders and turning to whisper in his ear.
"Mm, I can't wait to leave," he murmured, biting Sora's ear while peeking at the guys that were staring from the corner of his eye. 'Sorry, Sora,' he thought guiltily. However, he felt justified, and satisfied, when he noted all of the bastards turning away, looking disappointed. With a smirk, he laced his fingers with Sora's and found a spot where there weren't too many other students, not noticing the look on his boyfriend's face until they sat down.
He snickered, kissing Sora on one of his (very red) cheeks, using his shoulder as a pillow.
"Can I stay like this for the whole class?" he asked playfully, nuzzling him through his shirt.
Sora cocked his head and pressed his lips together to stifle a smile, cuffing Riku in the back of the head before sliding their hands back together.
"Are you going to be this obnoxious all year?" he said, raising one eyebrow. "I'm not going to make any friends with you clinging all over me all the time. People will think we're a gross couple."
Riku laughed. "Baby, we are a gross couple."
Sora made a face. "UGH, you know I hate pet names."
"I like to call you pet names, sugar pop."
"Ugh."
"Baby cakes."
"RIKU."
"Honey pie."
"Fuck, stop it, Riku, you're grossing me out. I don't wanna be one of those couples that coos at each other and makes out in public and stuff. Ew. Do you?"
Riku grinned. "Maybe," he murmured, drawing shapes on Sora's thigh with the tip of his finger. "Maybe I want everyone to be jealous of me."
"You're really gross, you know that? The guys would be shocked to find out how much of a sap you really are."
Riku just continued to grin, lifting his head to kiss Sora again right as the professor walked in. Unfortunately, they were in a fairly small classroom, which meant that there was no escaping scrutiny of any kind. Also, apparently their professor was a fan of embarrassing his students.
"Oh, hello. What a nice way to greet me," he said, smiling at Riku and Sora.
Riku chuckled, leaning his head against Sora's shoulder again, watching in amusement as the brunet's cheeks went bright red and he grinned, reaching up to scratch the back of his head as he often did when embarrassed.
The professor moved right past it with a wink, then turned and began introducing the course material and other boring nonsense for twenty minutes, after which, he let them leave more than an hour before they were due to. Since it was long before either of their shifts at work, Riku and Sora went back to their apartment and lazed around, laying on the couch together for lack of anything else to do.
"Hey Sor?" Riku murmured, toying with his boyfriend's hair distractedly.
"Mm?"
"Do you have class with anyone we know tomorrow? I mean your psych class…"
"Yeah, Axel's in there too apparently. Roxas told me it's really impacted and hard to get into though so he couldn't. Why do you ask?"
Riku shrugged. "I mean… you know why, Sora."
The brunet sighed and rolled his eyes but made no comment, knowing it would just lead to a pointless fight. However, after a few moments of mulling it over, he felt overwhelmed, needing to at least get some of his feelings out of his clouded brain. He pushed himself up from Riku's chest, looking down at the confused boy sternly.
"I can take care of myself, you know," he said quietly. "It's been shitty in the past and stuff, I get it, but…" He paused, sighing, trying to find the words. "I know you trust me, but I can't tell when you're like this if it's because you're having some weird possessive feelings that we need to curb or if you're just legitimately worried."
Riku frowned, reaching up to tug Sora back down to him and stroking his hair. "Since you know I trust you, you should trust me more. Of course I want you to make friends and have a good time and be happy. I love you, so there's no way I'm going to hold you back, but you should know how people are by now, Sora. And you should realize that they want you. I was drawn to you the same way as them."
"But not everyone is in love with me, Riku. You had feelings towards me other than lust-"
"But lust is all it takes. I'm pretty sure Tidus and Sephiroth are good enough examples of that."
Sora sighed, rolled his eyes, then moved to stand taking a few steps away once he was up. He quickly decided to move the conversation forward and pretend it was over, using the news that would follow as a buffer. "Well, anyways, I figured I should tell you now that I want to join the water polo club," he paused, glancing back at Riku and gauging his reaction. He laughed. "I knew you were going to pout."
Riku sighed, covering his face with his hands. "Have you forgotten what happens when you go around men in speedos? What did I just say."
"Riku, you're being a victim-blaming dick," Sora warned, holding up one finger. "And you know how I disapprove of that."
"Yeah, okay, but I'm right, god dammit. There are a lot of gay guys around here and you're defenseless."
"Wrong. I've learned from the past. I'm not a completely spaced out imbecile like you seem to think."
Riku cringed, knowing that if Sora was fighting him this much, he must really want it. Indeed, the brunet looked annoyingly sincere, and he found himself unable to disapprove of that. And he knew that, even if he did continue to disapprove, it wasn't likely to get him anywhere aside from fucked… or, in this case, not fucked. So he gave in, shaking his head at the incorrigible optimism of idiots.
"Yeah, if you want I guess I'm not gonna argue," Riku conceded, frowning.
Sora immediately yelled "Yay!" and flung himself back onto his boyfriend, kissing all over his face and making a general annoyance of himself on purpose. Not that Riku minded. He was still, after all, very much in love and very much infatuated with Sora. It hadn't abated in the slightest. Nor had his sex-drive, which he demonstrated brutally by grinding his half-formed erection against the brunet.
"Ugh, Riku," he squeaked, jumping slightly. "It's like a light-switch. You go from playful to popping a boner in like two seconds flat."
Riku laughed but made no move to defend his position, going for a shrug that said something along the lines of "take it or leave it: you love this dick." Which he also punctuated with more grinding. Sora stuck his tongue out teasingly and leaned down, grinning. And just as Riku thought he was going to get some tongue action, which would inevitably lead to awesome, couch-wrecking sex in a matter of minutes, Sora rubbed his nose against Riku's quickly and jumped up, laughing as he was chased and tackled into their bed.
Sora giggled and let himself be pinned for a little while, enjoying the way their fluffy duvet wrapped around him and slowly got less puffy as he and Riku settled onto it. And then he kind of forgot about fluffy duvets and teasing schemes because Riku could be really distracting if he so chose. As if reading Sora's thoughts and hoping to provide a decent example of the ways in which he could be adequately distracting, he delved into Sora's mouth with his tongue mercilessly, grinding up against the brunet in a slow cadence. The friction was enough. Sora was gonna lose it. 'This is so not fair,' he thought for what must have been the thousandth time, wishing he knew what to do.
Shifting on top of him, Riku sucked on Sora's bottom lip and traced his hands over the brunet's torso and hips, feeling through his clothes as they built up to more. Forgetting his worries, Sora let himself be dragged under, savoring the feeling of Riku's mouth moving against his. His tongue rubbed up against the other boy's and Riku sucked on it, making him gasp and moan. He didn't even try to hide it. Riku was rubbing up and down the back of his thighs then, leaning down to suck on his neck while moving one hand up to remove Sora's shirt.
Sora assisted in the process and pulled it off himself, watching with slightly glazed eyes as Riku removed his own and stood to unbutton his pants. He was, without realizing, removing his jeans like it was nothing. And, having never taken to being the first one naked, he amended his actions before his boxers came off, slipping to the floor to kneel in front of Riku and take over the job of pulling off the last of his clothing. Riku, feeling a little shocked at this development, was a bit behind by the time Sora took the head of his cock between his lips and circled his tongue around… and around. He shuddered, threading his fingers through the soft hair within his reach and gasping out Sora's name. Sora, having regained some of his composure and playful nature, did not move his head on his own, and instead grabbed Riku's hips, pulling them towards him.
At this development, Riku let out an "Ugh" and pushed forward more, probably considerably more turned on by the thought that Sora wanted him to fuck his mouth than the brunet realized.
However, Sora was growing a little too impatient to be playing around and quickly revised what he was doing, taking the whole length a few times before pausing and wrapping his hand around it. He stroked up and down Riku's thigh and leaned his head against one hip, smiling coyly as he glanced up.
"Are you gonna do it, or not?" he murmured, kissing Riku's stomach and pumping his hand once.
Riku shuddered and dropped to his knees right there, completely ignoring the bed less than a foot away. He pushed Sora onto his stomach and thanked god that they were near enough to the nightstand for him to grab the lube, because he didn't think he could wait. Sora knew exactly how to tease him, and it made him increasingly impatient the more they had sex.
Ignoring Sora's attempts to swipe the bottle from him, he squeezed some lube onto his fingers, pushing one into his protesting boyfriend before the other could do it. He knew why Sora was trying to do it himself: he lost control when Riku did it. He could always bring himself back to reality if he was the one working himself up, but with Riku, he would just go higher and higher and completely blank. He completely lost his inhibitions. And that was what Riku wanted.
Pausing to appreciate the way Sora arched into him, Riku pushed a second finger in, kissing down the brunet's spine slowly until he was totally relaxed. He finally pushed the third in when he knew it wouldn't be painful, shuddering when Sora moaned and leaned back against him. His head rested against Riku's shoulder, providing him the opportunity to bite his ear, which he did thoughtlessly, dragging the lobe between his teeth. Riku gave in, after that, and pushed Sora onto all-fours, guiding himself inside with little in the way of warning. Sora didn't care, however, because he was gone. His mind was hazy, and all he could do was give in and moan. He crushed his face into the carpet and bit the fleshy part of his thumb, arching his back so that Riku could continue to thrust in. God, it felt so good. He'd never really understood how it could be so much better, physically, than it had been with girls but… he wasn't questioning it. Mostly because it was more fulfilling not to.
He felt Riku driving unrelentingly against that spot after a while, causing a loud moan to rip from his throat. He was already pushing him over that edge. "Fuck, Riku…" he said, having little control of what noises escaped him. He felt fingers trail over his stomach, moving to wrap around him and give a few strokes. He gave in once more. And he knew by the way Riku's cock had throbbed inside of him his boyfriend wasn't far behind. They came almost simultaneously, shivering as they slowed and caught their breath. Riku pushed his hair away from his face once he'd settled, watching a little guiltily as Sora moved to a sitting position.
But the brunet was all sunshine and smiles, even after such a debauched activity, so he couldn't help but smile too and dive for his neck. He sighed once he had Sora in his arms, wishing their carpet was more comfortable. As it was, they couldn't sit there for long without feeling like a thousand tiny needles were skewering into their flesh.
"Berber demon," he muttered, picking up his boyfriend and dropping him on the duvet.
Flopping down next to him, Riku sighed and traced a finger over the redness developing on Sora's face. He wanted to feel bad about it, but it was kind of hot, thinking that he'd been the one to cause it. He could see it all over again, too, Sora panting against their carpet, his mouth open as he dug his cheek further into it and bit himself to keep quiet-
"Roxas said Axel is uncircumcised."
Riku stared for a moment, not sure he was hearing what had just come out of Sora's mouth. Then, realizing that the brunet was entirely serious, he let out a sigh and felt the blood drain from his lower body just like that. 'Great,' he thought, flopping onto his back and rubbing his eyes. "You're really good at killing the mood."
Sora snickered but didn't stop.
"Anyways, I was just wondering what that was like, you know… being uncut."
Riku rolled over and stared at him, raising an eyebrow. "Are you saying that you want to take Axel for a ride?"
Sora snorted. "Oh my god, Riku, no," he scoffed. "He has tattoos on his face. The only other people I know like that are like… gang members. I don't want to get syphilis."
Riku laughed and thwacked Sora with a pillow, knowing he was joking and not really talking trash.
"Besides," he muttered, interrupting the thwacking, "I've grown to like you, Sailor Moon."
Riku paused, confused by the sudden nickname. Then he grimaced, remembering where it came from.
"Don't call me what your weird friend calls me," he groaned, shaking his head at the various ways in which Roxas was ruining his life. Not only was pillow talk compromised, but now… this? Sailor Moon? Fuck. He was already getting flak for growing out his hair. Stupid society. Stupid Sora. Stupid-
"HEEEEYYY! OPEN YOUR DOOR YOU FUCKERS!"
And as if they'd read Riku's mind, found it amusing as hell, and decided to kip out for a bit of fun, there Roxas and Axel were, the redhead yowling for attention as per usual.
In a slightly more stifled voice there was a quick, "Axel shut the fuck up!" and then a few knocks. "If you're fucking we can come back later," Roxas called through the door. Sora laughed and put his clothes on in front of a pouting Riku, throwing pants at the gloomier party.
"Cheer up, bitch," he murmured, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I'm going to let our interruptors in, so put your clothes on."
Grumbling slightly, Riku stood and slipped on his pants, ignoring his shirt for the moment since he'd be wearing one for his four hour shift later and he preferred not to around the house if he could get away with it. Sora was already answering the door, and Riku grimaced as he realized what his boyfriend looked like… which was someone that had just been fucked on the floor.
Instead of wallowing in his thoughts like he might have wanted, Riku flopped himself on the couch and started fiddling with the remote, watching Sora open the door in his peripheral vision.
"Jeez, Riku, you could've at least put some clothes on," Axel said, pointedly fixating on what he knew would bother Riku the most.
'Why am I friends with him?' Riku thought, smiling anyways and silently offering the other end of the couch to Axel with a wave of his hand.
Sora and Roxas were already deep in conversation, laughing about something and moving towards the other couch which was positioned awkwardly in the corner. They'd never really figured out how to feng shui their living space to good effect and, aside from Riku's joking suggestion that they saw off some pieces of both couches, there was no real solution in sight. Neither was worried about it, anyways. It suited them just fine.
Returning from his slightly distracting reverie about furniture and its relation to his life, Riku shook his head of silver locks and raised an eyebrow at Axel, noting that his friend looked rather relaxed. He sighed.
"Yeah I guess I'm not surprised," he murmured, grinning and half-heartedly slapping the red-head on the chest. "Any amount of time to ourselves and the same happens."
Axel laughed and winked, stretching upwards as he settled in.
"I'll tell ya, man, it's like we're a foursome made in heaven-"
"Ugh, don't ever say the word 'foursome' in reference to this group again. I don't want Sora getting any more weird ideas concerning Roxas."
Axel snorted. "Yeah, well, you're probably right about that." He glanced over at his and Riku's boyfriends, shaking his head. "They already make me jealous as hell."
Riku smiled at his own thoughts for a moment, wondering if Sora was ever jealous of he and Axel. They shared certain habits that the other two did not, after all. He started up a conversation about those habits to distract from the annoyance of his impending shift at work.
"So, you said you found a new dealer?" he said, keeping his voice as quiet as possible without appearing suspicious.
Axel grinned in a very Axel way and reached into his pocket, surreptitiously producing a small bag of green interlaced with bits of purple. Riku whistled and examined it closer, nodding in satisfaction before Axel stowed the goods away once more.
"Who is the guy, anyways? I don't see how he could get stuff like that without knowing someone shady."
"Ah, I don't really know him all that well," Axel admitted, scratching a hand back through his fiery mane. "He's just some kid I met at this party… I dunno I was really faded." He laughed briefly, shrugging. "Anyways, he seemed pretty reliable. Kind of dark and creepy, not that I could tell all that much about him considering how dark it was. Well, anyways, every other time I've bought from him he's insisted on it being in a dark place, too, so I still haven't figured out what kind of guy he is."
Riku nodded, figuring it didn't really matter as long as he wasn't dangerous or stupid about his operation. He was willing to trust Axel's instincts, though he would know better once they got a chance to smoke what he'd been shown.
Pausing in his thoughts, Riku glanced at the clock, noting that it was getting close to the time they'd be reporting for work. Conveniently enough, Axel, Sora and Riku had all gotten the same shift, so they left together once Riku had put a shirt on and Sora had composed himself a little more. Roxas walked them there and sat at a corner table, which had become his routine since the other three had started working at Saturn Cafe. Axel served him coffee all night and made eyes at him when he had the chance while Riku and Sora bused tables and snuck off to make out during down-time, which earned them a scolding from their manager.
"Hey!"
Riku jumped back from Sora, smirking and ruffling his hair down since it'd been thoroughly wrecked by his boyfriend's hands. Sora laughed awkwardly and looked away, his ears going bright red.
"Uhh… are there tables to bus?"
"No, but that's not the point, Sora," Aerith intoned, sighing at the two of them. "You know, I don't mind if you want to spend your break… canoodling, but if you spend every spare moment doing it, I'm sorry but I'll have to put you on dish duty all week."
Sora pretend-gaped at her, dropping to his knees and clasping his hands together. "Please, oh mighty Aerith! Forgive us!"
She smiled warmly, obviously suppressing a giggle. She didn't say as much, but Riku knew Sora was her favorite employee. He didn't mind as long as she knew he was his.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Sora get up right now and get back to your job." She shook her head, causing her long braid to sway back and forth as she headed back into the restaurant.
Riku snorted at his boyfriend and offered a hand to help him up, shaking his head similarly as they went back to work and back to the flow of their day. Things were going only too well.
