This story inspired by my opinion that Sora's sex life is just way too normal in most fics. Main pairings are Sora/Riku and Axel/Roxas, though expect side heapings of, well, a lot of secondary pairings and one-night stands. Watch for plenty of citrus, both of the homo and het variety. You have been warned. Enjoy! :)

"Fuck!" Sora swore as his window slammed shut on his thumb. He bit his tongue and stayed perfectly still, straining to make sure that his mom was still asleep. She always had three eyes on him to make sure he wouldn't leave again. He tugged at his hair to rid himself of the sudden guilt and sighed in relief when he heard his mother snore. The thin walls of their small house didn't leave much to the imagination.

This time he carefully slid the window open, moving slowly so as not to break anything. One year of nonexistence and two years of disuse didn't do much good for his windows, rendering sneaking out of the house a little difficult. His brand new 17-year-old size wasn't much helping, either. Over the past year he had shot upward, well, as far upward as he was ever going to go, but his body hadn't broadened to match, leaving him with a stretched, awkward feel. At least he wasn't tall enough to be called a bean-pole, as that would make life on the Destiny Islands a veritable hell.

Resigned, Sora got down on his knees to prepare for his window exit. His legs were too long to make starting with his feet an option, so he stretched his arms out before him as if he was about to do an elaborate dive, twisted his body into position, and slithered through, landing face-first on his roof with a soft thump. Just as he was about to let out a sigh of relief, his movements caused the window to drop shut, trapping his left foot. Teeth sank into tongue again and he craned his neck around to see the damage. Sora arched his back, contorted his torso, stretched his gangly arms toward the offending piece of architecture, grasped it with his fingertips, and with enormous effort pushed upward and tugged his foot free. The window dropped shut with a satisfied thud.

Sora painfully unwound himself and swore a third time. The whole swearing thing was kind of a new habit- normally his mouth was fresh and sweet as the new-fallen snow, and everyone and their uncle on the island went out of their way to make fun of him for it. He supposed he was just beginning to chafe at all of the limits being placed on him now that he was back on the island. After three years of wild adventuring, having to be home before dark to ease his mother's worries was getting a little old. He loved his mom and his islands more than anything, but he also missed his freedom.

Sora dragged himself over to a palm tree and clambered down to the ground. He pulled his bangs again, his favorite nervous habit, reminding himself where he was going. He had to find Riku. Fortunately, despite his delusions of dark mysteriousness, Riku was pretty predictable. The only problem was getting to the island before he did, and without scaring him off.

God, Sora, you're such an idiot. Sora's thoughts were coming back now that the pain in his muscles was subsiding. He had fought with Riku. Well, kind of. Being one of those people who thought more clearly out loud, Sora began to allow his anxious inner monologue to creep out into the night air.

"Yeah, you were woken up in the middle of the night. So what, it's not the first time it's happened, he had a nightmare and he just wanted to talk to you about it, not the first time," Sora muttered to himself. "And what do you have to go and say? 'Would some butt sex cheer you up.' I mean, seriously, 'butt sex'? You sound twelve. No way you're getting any of that ever again, and now you scared the crap out of him and he's running off to kill himself or something-"

And so it continued until he reached the dock facing the dimly visible play island where he and his two best friends, Riku and their best girl friend Kairi, spent all their days and nights. Sora knew he had a huge head start, Riku's house was about as far away from this beach as it could be on this world, but he still breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there weren't any boats missing. Taking his own was out of the question, as it would alert his friend to his presence immediately. So Sora stripped down to his shorts, hiding his shirt and shoes under some brush. He'd swum out to the island loads of times, it was a piece of cake. He still had all his super keyblade bearer muscles, which he was beginning to suspect weren't going anywhere. Was that a side effect of possessing a keyblade? Permanent combat readiness?

"He'd better be fucking grateful for all of this," Sora's mood swung as he waded into the black water, moving slowly to allow himself to adjust. "First my window tries to kill me, I almost fall off my roof, I'm jumping into the damn ocean in the middle of the night, all to apologize for daring to mention one stupid activity that we happen to partake in practically every goddamn da- ah!" He gasped as a cool wave slapped his sensitive nipples, then jumped forward and propelled himself toward the smaller island with strong, even strokes. The dark, salty liquid splashing into his mouth forced his monologue back down into internal territory.

Wait, why am I so angry? Ugh, what's wrong with me?

Roxas was aware. He wasn't quite sure when that had started, because where he was, wherever that was, he had no sense of time. He also wasn't quite sure what exactly he was aware of, because he had no memory and no body. But he knew his name was Roxas, which meant he was aware of something.

After a length of time, both forever and an instant, Roxas became aware of something new. Someone was tugging at him, poking and prodding his delicate consciousness. He supposed that was what had woken him up in the first place, and got annoyed. For he had also become aware that before the whole awareness business had started happening, he had been somewhere else. Somewhere where he was meant to stay asleep, safe and happy and blissfully unaware. This poking and prodding and being aware was unnatural.

Despite his best efforts to go back to sleep, Roxas found himself becoming more awake, dragged along by that someone. After another indeterminable amount of time, his memories started to return. He got fuzzy visions of a dim little town where he supposed he must have lived at some point, and also of a castle floating high above an empty city. Blurry faces spoke to him. He remembered having a body, he remembered fighting. He saw his reflection. So where was he now?

As soon as the thought had passed through him, he received an answer.

You're inside him.

Roxas didn't have to ask the nothingness who "him" was. Sora. The one clear face in his memories, the boy whose memories he shared. His double. He was inside of Sora because they were one and the same.

And just like that, the last of Roxas's mind came clear again. And he knew who had dug into Sora's subconscious to find him.

Axel?

The one and only! A cheerful response came from nowhere in particular.

You died. I watched you die.

Well, the reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.

I saw you die. Roxas's thoughts were getting shaky. Disembodied Axel's tone sobered.

Listen, Rox. No time. You need to wake up.

Maybe I don't want to?

This isn't a choice. I brought you this far. You can't go back now. You need to wake up.

You son of a bitch-! But Axel had disappeared from Sora's brain. And Roxas was alone, aware, and absolutely furious.

After a tiring swim, Sora dragged his heavy body up onto the sand. He staggered upright and shook his head to restore his hair to its characteristic spikes. Riku hadn't arrived yet. Sora didn't bother to conceal his footprints, knowing that his friend wouldn't notice them in the dark. What time was it now? 3:00? 4:00? Still no sign of dawn.

His thoughts dwelled on he and Riku's sex life, such as it was. The cause of this- he winced- lovers' spat. When had it all started?

Sora was a little embarrassed to admit that their first kiss and the first time they had done the deed were the same night, right next to each other. He was a lot embarrassed to admit that they had both had a few drinks. A couple months after coming back from the World That Never Was, he and Riku decided to have a guys' night, hanging out without Kairi while she was celebrating her dad's birthday. Not knowing what exactly people did on guys' nights, they picked up some brainless action movies, popcorn, and beer, and camped out in Riku's basement. During a gratuitous steamy sex scene halfway through movie number three, the two boys began complaining about their terrible sex lives. From there it was a tiny leap to watching each other masturbate, then a tinier leap to the making out and the handjobs, after which they had passed out naked on Riku's couch.

At the time they had sworn each other to secrecy and vowed it was a one-time thing, but lust got the better of both of them. Sora's favorite part of their little sexcapades was that they was never planned and always completely unexpected. On otherwise normal days he would suddenly find himself thrown up against a palm tree with his pants whisked away to nowhere in particular. He didn't really know what this was that they had. The only two things he was sure of were that Riku was an animal in the sack, and that he would flush purple if Sora so much as uttered the word "penis" in daylight.

"What am I going to say to him?" Sora wondered out loud. "I mean, first I'll have to apologize, that's obvious. That's why I came out here- say I'm sorry. But then what? Should I just hop back in and go home? Maybe I'll be able to guilt him into letting me share his boat- but no, he comes out here because he needs space. What if he's angry to see me? I mean, god, I'm not even fully dressed!" At this final thought Sora shivered. His shorts were still soaking wet. They'd have to be hung up somewhere, or they'd never dry. This new realization sent Sora's rapid-fire brain in a new direction.

"So I'll be meeting Riku in my boxers- which is completely stupid, because the whole reason I swam all the way out here was to apologize for asking him about butt sex, and now I'm all up in his personal space and totally naked, and what is he even going to think? Why did I even come out here? So I'll keep my shorts on but then I'll be all wet, and wet Sora isn't any better than naked Sora really, and then he'll think I'm a total freakshow and-"

"Sora?"

The boy in question froze. Apparently the island wasn't quite as Riku-free as he had thought. When had he shown up? Maybe Riku was more dark and mysterious than he gave him credit for. Sora steeled himself, pretended he hadn't just been taken totally by surprise, and put on his best grin.

"Ha! I knew you'd be coming out here."

"You actually swam? You idiot."

"Yeah, well, I…. I needed the exercise," Sora said lamely. His defenses were cracking. Already. He was no good at this, never had been, and never would be. After a brief pause, Riku spoke.

"I wouldn't have run away, you know. I like the company," he said softly, averting his eyes so that his too-long silver bangs would hide his expression. And with those words, Sora wanted to melt into the earth and die. Why did he have to be such a jackass? Of course Riku wouldn't have run away from him. They were best fucking friends. Sora's last resolve crumbled and he gazed at his feet with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, Riku…" he breathed. "I'm so sorry- I came to apologize for before on the phone and now- oh god. I'm such a screw up. I'm so sorry."

"It's ok, Sora," Riku silenced him with a gentle hug. "You're all wet," he observed.

"Yeah, swimming does that," Sora's teeth chattered. Riku slid his arm around Sora's skinny shoulders and the two boys moved down to the edge of the water. Reassured that Riku wouldn't mind, Sora stepped out of his dripping shorts and stretched out on the beach in only his underwear. The soft sand molded itself against the bones in his back.

Riku and Sora fell silent for a while, looking up at the stars. Even after travelling the universe, the Destiny Islands still had the brightest stars that Sora had ever seen. As a child counting the stars had been one of his favorite hobbies, but now, the view was a curse. Sora reached up toward the sky.

"Hey, Riku," he asked quietly. "Which one do you think is Disney Castle?"

"You know, I was just wondering the same thing. Weird," Riku murmured.

"I just wish they would come visit us… it's been more than a year. They're the ones with a gummi ship, can't they even try to talk to us?" Riku and Kairi were all that he needed, but Sora painfully missed his traveling companions. For three long years they had never been separated, even in sleep. And now nothing. Sora was so lost in thought that he almost missed Riku's answer.

"They have the ship, but you're the key, Sora," he said. "Just try to remember, no news is good news…" He sounded like he was trying to reassure himself more than anyone. Riku had never revealed any details of the time he spent with the king, but Sora knew he must be worried.

"But I want to hear from them now," he whined. Riku snorted.

"Well, if it's that important to you, I'll just Ansem up and we'll be on our merry way." Sora recoiled in shock. Riku never used what he and Kairi had taken to referring to as "the A-word."

"What!? Oh my god, Riku, you know that's not what I meant, how could you even- Riku?" Riku was shaking. Sora was concerned. Until he realized that Riku was giggling. And then the giggling progressed into outright laughing.

"Riku, what the hell is wrong with you!?" Sora demanded. At the sound of his friend's swearing, Riku began laughing so hard that the sound stopped coming out of his mouth. He fought for breath, shaking on the sand, lost in unbridled glee.

The sight made Sora crack a smile. Then he started laughing, too. "Riku, did you just try to tell a joke about Ansem?"

"Uh- ah- maybe," Riku gasped, still smiling. "Really, what the hell is wrong with me?"

"You're a doof, that's what," Sora grinned, and easily blocked when Riku tried to punch him in the shoulder. The two boys settled back into comfortable silence. Up until Sora's mouth decided to start throwing out words of its own accord.

"Hey, Riku? Could you.. tell me about Roxas?" Sora asked. He blinked in surprise. Sure, he had always wondered, but he had assumed his friend would never want to talk about it, since Roxas was the reason that Riku had allowed Ansem to take over his body. Had Riku's mention of Ansem set something off inside of him?

Riku seemed to have the same thought, because he frowned. "Sora… Roxas is gone. He's you now. Not a part of you, just you," he said simply. Despite the number of screw-ups he'd already been through this miserable night, Sora decided he was going to be bold. Maybe it was the fatigue setting in.

"But he wasn't always! Please, Riku, I… I want to know." Riku shook his head and seemed to concede.

"Well, the little shit kicked my ass, but you knew that part already," he said ruefully. "Other than that…" His eyes narrowed. "Wait, what's bringing this on? Roxas hasn't been… talking to you or anything, has he?"

"Oh, no, he doesn't do that…. Well, except for that one time he tried to kill me…" Sora

answered distantly. He wasn't on the beach anymore.

A gentle rain was falling, causing the battered neon lights to sputter and fizzle. Sora was in battle position, knees bent to support the weight of the massive keyblades he carried in each hand. Lesser Nobodies whirled around the courtyard, watching the action but knowing they weren't needed. All of his attention was focused on the silver-haired boy writhing beneath him. Riku, he had said his name was. Why does he want to fight me?

The massive gash across Riku's abdomen was spilling blood into the street, blood that matched the drops sliding off of Sora's weapons. Deep enough to incapacitate him, not deep enough to have organs splattered everywhere. Just as well. Sora didn't much feel like killing anyone today. He spun on his heel and walked away, ignoring the strangled cry behind him. The Heartless would take care of this one easily enough.

Just as the castle was looming into view, Sora heard a frantic shout. He turned and his eyes widened. He had no time to defend himself. The keyblades fell to the ground, useless, as the massive Heartless slammed into his tiny body, knocking his breath away and swooping him high above the street. Sora struggled frantically, lungs screaming, consciousness slipping away as the monster crushed him in its fist. Just before he slid into the black, he faintly heard a voice say-

"Sora? SORA!"

A more immediate shout dragged Sora back into reality. His mind was swimming. What happened? He- he had been Roxas. He thought of Riku and blanched.

"Sora, what's going on? You just fainted all of a sudden, I panicked, what are you- Sora?" Sora slid Riku's shirt up, revealing his stomach. He gently ran a finger over the scar. He had seen it so many times, and never even realized…

"I did this to you," Sora whispered. Riku's normally perfect poker face splayed itself into a mix of shock and fear that couldn't even be hidden by his awkward haircut. He paled more than usual.

"Sora, did you just-?" Riku's eyes widened more. His skin paled more. He was beginning to look a bit alien. "You said he tried to kill you once?" Sora's head was still spinning and he felt hot all over. He didn't understand what the huge deal was, honestly. Fatigue again?

"No, no, no. Nothing like that. I just, well, I passed out, in the World That Never Was, and he, uh, attacked me. With his keyblades." He was shivering from cold now. "I won though," he finished lamely. "It was just a dream."

"It's never just a dream," Riku muttered darkly. "Come on, we need to get you home. We'll talk about this later." He forced Sora up into sitting position.

"I don't wanna," Sora slurred stupidly, clinging to consciousness. His brain was fogging up, but not in a bad way. Just tired and unfocused. He leaned into Riku. Riku was nice.

"Come on, dumbass. Get up." When that tactic wasn't working, Riku dragged the smaller boy the few feet to the water and dunked his head in. Sora yelped and clawed at his face and arms, like a bug who didn't quite understand why he was suddenly salty and wet. But after a moment he seemed to come to his senses.

"Yeah, let's go home. I'm cold." Riku handed him his still-damp shorts and he pulled them on mechanically. They walked down to the dock and climbed in Riku's boat. The two boys sat in silence until they reached the main island.

Sora stared blankly at the water and wondered what had just happened, and why it frightened Riku so badly. He had had a dream, apparently. A dream about Roxas. No, it wasn't a dream- it was a memory. He had just been allowed venture inside Roxas's mind, at a time not long before it had ended with Sora. Why this memory, and why right now? His blonde alter-ego had been gone for years and nothing like this had ever happened. Except for the accident in the World That Never Was. Right after Axel had died for both of them.

Axel. The name made Sora's insides twist painfully. He had never quite accepted the wild redhead's sacrifice, or forgiven himself for allowing it to happen. There had to be another way. He didn't have to die like that, fading away in a corridor between worlds, surrounded by enemies…

"What?"

"Huh?"

"Did you just say something?"

"Oh, uh, no. No."

"Ok, then. We're here."

Sora found his clothes, and Riku insisted on walking him home to make sure he wouldn't faint again, despite Sora's whining that they could see his house from the dock. They stopped outside the front door and stared at the ground. Sora didn't know what to say. Thankfully, Riku was the first to break the awkward silence.

"Listen- you, uh, shouldn't be worried. I'm sorry I freaked out and I didn't mean to scare you and you're going to be perfectly fine," he stammered. Sora smiled a little. First he'd seen Riku's eyes bug out, and now word vomit! His cool and collected friend was rapidly losing his composure. He opened his mouth to tease him but was forced to gasp for air when Riku enveloped him in a huge, decidedly un-Riku-like bear hug. He opened his mouth again to ask Riku what he was doing, but was silenced by Riku's whispering in his ear. The hot breath made Sora shiver in all the wrong places.

"Please be ok. I know you will be." The concern in Riku's voice explained the contradiction between the two statements. Sora frowned. Why is he so worried about me? I only fainted once.

Riku breathed. "Please be ok. I love you, Sora."

Whenever Sora had no idea what was going on, which was depressingly frequently even on the tiny islands, he went to Kairi. Right now, he was declaring a Kairi Emergency because he felt like he had just been run over by the crazy train. And then it backed over him and the crazy passengers threw their crazy free bags of crazy peanuts at him. Wait, no, people get those on planes.

"ARGH!" Sora let out a semi-articulate yell of frustration at his muddled thoughts and broke into a jog. After Riku disappeared, Sora had immediately raced back out of his house and set out for Kairi's. She could make up the lost sleep during the day, anyway. Her parents were out of town, which meant no chores. Hopefully she'd know how to process everything that had happened to him in the past couple hours.

Kairi was Sora's best friend in the world. Sure, he had known Riku longer, but he and Riku were a different kind of best friends. Sora and Kairi told each other everything. Their confessions had started unintentionally around age 12, when Kairi had discovered Sora's secret stuffed bunny collection. Sora loved his bunnies, but he was terrified that Riku would make fun of him, so he always kept them hidden under his bed. When Kairi accidentally pulled one out during a sleepover, Sora had cried and begged her not to tell anyone.

"It's ok, Sora. It could be way worse than bunnies- I mean, I fart all the time when I'm nervous." After realizing what she had said, Kairi's eyes widened and she whimpered a bit. Sora solemnly swore to protect her secret with his life, and then they both burst into a fit of giggles. And from then on, the two of them had shared everything with each other, from awkward back-ne outbreaks to horrifying tampon accidents, to bad dye jobs and bad test scores and all manner of adolescent insecurities.

Kairi's house, the home of the mayor of Destiny Islands, was a spacious but one-story bungalow, which had always made Kairi's room quite easy for the boys to access. Sora padded his way around to the familiar spot and tapped on her window. No response. As was the routine, he waited thirty seconds and tapped again. No response. Remembering that her parents were off on mayor business, and that he was rather distressed, he threw caution to the wind and started pounding on her window with his fists.

"God, I'm coming already! What the hell is wrong with you?" Kairi grumbled from inside. Sora remembered asking Riku the same question only a couple hours before. At the thought of his silver-haired friend, Sora's stomach leaped into action and did a few rather impressive back-flips. He shifted his weight uncomfortably.

"Kairi, come on, open the window! This is a Kairi Emergency!" he rushed. He couldn't shake the feeling that Riku was watching him, despite objectively knowing that that was insane.

"I am not having your big slimy shoes all over my window seat again," she groused. "Come around to the front and come in the door. Radical concept."

Sora obliged, and was greeted by a sleepy girl holding a huge glass of what he was sure was heavily-caffeinated soda, because she hated the way coffee smelled. He smiled in spite of himself. Despite her disheveled hair, bleary eyes, and disgruntled expression, Kairi could never be anything but beautiful. She smiled back at him, and pulled him into a quick greeting half-hug.

"So, Kairi Emergency," she prompted, flopping down on a nearby sofa. "What could have possibly happened to you since we ate dinner together last night?" Sora considered a careful explanation, but with him bluntness always worked best.

"Riku told me he loves me," he blurted. Soda sprayed everywhere. Still beautiful.

"He what?" Kairi gasped, frantically cleaning up the mess with her pajama pants. "You mean like, 'You're my best friend, I love you' or like, sexy 'I love you'?"

"The second one," Sora said glumly. Kairi stopped cleaning and stared.

"When? And when did you guys get so serious?"

"Wha-!? We're not that serious! And it happened just now, I ran all the way here-"

"You ran away from him!?"

"NO!" Sora shouted, yanking at his hair. "I waited until he was gone and I didn't know what to do and I can't sleep so I came here and god, Kairi, you're supposed to tell me what to do!" The night had been too much for him. He was officially losing it.

Kairi opened her mouth to comment, then closed it again. She considered something for a moment, then quickly shook her head to herself.

"How…. How do you feel?"

"Confused," Sora admitted feebly after a brief thought. "Confused, and afraid of what his reaction will be now, when he finds out about, uh, you know…. yeah."

"He doesn't know yet!?" Kairi shrieked. Sora winced at the sudden loud noise. "You've been screwing both of us for months and you never told Riku!?" Sometimes he really hated Kairi's ability to interpret his mumbles and trail-offs. Why couldn't she have just innocently asked "Find out about what, Sora?" so that everyone could pretend that the problem didn't exist? Kairi sure was good at forcing Sora to face his douchebaggery. He deflated.

"No. We don't talk about that stuff." That was the best and the only excuse he could give.

How had it started? Sora had always kinda had a thing for Kairi and Kairi had always kinda had a thing for Sora. They both had kinda assumed they would get together after Sora had gone to the ends of the universe to find her. So when Sora returned to the Destiny Islands, he kissed her and it was kinda nice. After a couple months, on a sticky summer afternoon, they had decided to have sex. That was kinda nice too. Well, Sora had trouble getting it in and Kairi farted a few times. And then he came all over her sheets and Kairi made him do her laundry for a month. But they were together.

Then, as time went on, something inside Sora had shifted. He and Kairi had already come to terms with the fact that they were never going to have a dynamite sex life. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that Sora started to notice boys. One boy in particular. He eventually came to terms with the fact that he had a massive boy crush on his other best friend, the quiet tough guy with the battle scars and the beautiful silver hair.

Sora confessed to Kairi about his mild obsession and Kairi teased him and told him to go for it. After he and Riku hooked up, he told Kairi about it and she congratulated him. She and Sora both knew that what they had wasn't nearly special enough to be exclusive, so Kairi started pursuing other guys and Sora slipped further and further into his obsession with Riku. But for whatever reason they never actually stopped having sex. And since Riku already knew their relationship was over, it had never occurred to Sora to tell him that the physical part was still going strong.

"Sora…." Kairi gently interrupted his thoughts. She had noticed how guilty he felt and wasn't going to push, god bless her. "I've been worried about you for a while. You…. For a long time now, when we've had sex, it hasn't been about me, or even about you. When you come to me it's because you're tired or stressed or scared, and sex is the only way you know how to deal." She paused for a reaction, but Sora wouldn't give her one. "You've- you've been unhappy ever since we came back. I can tell. And sex makes you forget." A single tear slipped down Sora's cheek and he crumpled down to the floor.

Before he knew what was happening, soft fingers were wiping his tears away and gently meandering along his jaw. He sighed softly and Kairi took the opportunity to reach up for a chaste kiss. His arms extended and clumsily pulled her closer. The kiss deepened.

Sora gave up and collapsed bonelessly onto the ground. Kairi followed, shifting her weight on top of him. Her practiced hands slid up under his shirt, gently massaging his taught abs. When he moaned at the relaxing touch, Kairi gently slid her tongue into Sora's mouth, pushing the kiss open. She gently pushed her hips against him, coaxing his body to respond.

Dead tired. Sora had never been more exhausted in his life. Well, not recently. But despite his numb brain, his body responded eagerly to his friend's ministrations. The pleasurable feelings swept through his gut and up through his spine, settling his anxiety and releasing a groan of satisfaction. Kairi's hand was in his boxers, gently sliding up and down his swelling member. She'd already removed both of their pants, almost without his noticing.

Sora didn't have the energy to pay attention to himself. He just watched Kairi. She hadn't taken off her pajama tank top, and it hung from her frame. Her hips were snugly contained in a pair of plain cotton briefs. Clearly she hadn't been expecting an early-morning roll in the hay. The spontaneity was what Sora loved the most.

Kairi caught him peeking and gave him a smirk. Sora sleepily grinned back. Supporting her weight on the couch, she stole her hand from Sora's crotch, arched her back, and pushed her undies to the side. Sora gave a little silent thank-you to no one in particular- he was too beat down right now to deal with navigating a vagina. Kairi took a deep breath and slid two fingers inside of herself. Her thighs shuddered and her breath hitched. The thick smell filled the room as Kairi pushed against herself, preparing for what was going to happen in the not-too-distant future.

Sora grunted. "You sure don't need me…" He meant it as a joke, but it came out as a husky growl. Kairi giggled. Ok, so his sex voice needed some work.

"Oh, I most definitely need you," she smirked. She peeled his boxers off of his eager hips and stroked his tip with her wet fingers. As soon as she began to lower her head, Sora's hips bucked in anticipation. Kairi laughed at him.

"Whoa, cowboy. Hold your horses. Don't go off early on me," she grinned. Sora blushed.

"Oh, c'mon, Kai-ah!" Kairi suddenly dropped her head and took his entire length into her mouth, effectively shutting him up. His body was paralyzed. That girl was a witch. But he felt too warm and tingly all over to complain about it. Kairi spat and sucked and licked, making full use of her body's other natural lube. Sora's eyelids fluttered shut, his body stretched, his fingers dug into the thick living room carpet. Too soon it was over, but he knew what was coming next.

She lowered herself onto him slowly, feeling for her sweet spot. Her face was turned up, her eyes closed, an unreadable expression on her face. To reassure her, Sora reached up and gently massaged a circle in the small of her back. Kairi sighed and leaned forward, increasing her pace. Sora grabbed onto her hips and thrust into her. The two teenagers were too hot to last long. Within minutes Sora gasped, his gut seized up, and he cried out as he released, his thighs shaking violently. Kairi reached down and thumbed her clit, the tiny motion pushing her over the edge as well. They collapsed onto the floor, a knot of sweaty limbs and sticky clothes.

Sora held Kairi close while their heartbeats slowed and their breathing returned to normal. "Thanks, Kai," he murmured. His body was floating. The exhaustion had finally caught up to him. He was losing his grip on reality. Sleep was seeming pretty good right now.

"Hey, come on, we can't pass out on my living room floor," Kairi helped pull Sora upright. Just like Riku. "Pick up your clothes, let's go to my room."

The two best friends collapsed on Kairi's bed just as the first sunlight was shining through the windows.

Sora walked down the street, his feet padding softly against the brick. The sun was dipping out of sight, and the dusk stretched the shadows of the quaint buildings, leaving him in perpetual shade. Sora's eyes adjusted readily to the darkness. His feet knew exactly where to go.

The only sound was the bustle of a small tram, with no passengers. Everyone was inside already. Except Sora. He was going to meet his friends. He wasn't cold, or afraid; in fact, he felt nothing at all.

Sora turned a tight corner and walked out into the open town square. He'd have to cross it to get where he was going. The hazy air wrapped itself around his exposed body, prompting an involuntary shiver. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and tucked his face into the collar of his shirt. Despite the casual posture, his entire body was tensed, ready to defend himself from whatever might come at him in this wide open space.

Oversized feet shrouded by baggy khaki pants shuffled up to the bottom of the hill. Almost done. His friends would be up there. With renewed purpose, Sora started the ascent, the layers of darkness peeling away as he moved upwards. He had to get to the clock tower.

The black shop windows flashed shards of blonde hair and blue eyes into the street and sky, but Sora didn't notice. He reached the giant clock and began climbing the scaffolding, practiced limbs feeling out the sturdiest spots and pulling him higher and higher. Finally, he reached the top, and ventured over to the edge overlooking the sleepy town. His friends were here. Or, they should have been, but in their place was a lone figure shrouded in a familiar cloak. Sora frowned. This wasn't right.

"Are you my friend?" he demanded, the childlike quality of the question overshadowed by his tone. The cloaked creature turned to face him, and Sora could swear he heard a smile coming out of the black. Suddenly it was behind him, fingers digging into his biceps, preventing escape. Sora gazed down at the stone road, at least fifty feet below. He felt nothing.

"Do you feel Roxas?" the harsh voice hissed. And then he pushed. And Sora was gone.