Le gasp! A RikuxSora Story? Crazy, right?

This chapter has a lemonyrapescene, so caution of that!

No flames ;_;

DiZ-Claimer: I don't own kingdom hearts, mmkaaay?

Sora and I were hardly teens when it happened, well, he was anyways. I was 15, and it was his 13th birthday. I remember the smile on his face all day at school, and how he bragged like he had gotten a blue ribbon in some contest.

It was really cute.

Sora had been my best friend for eight years since then, since he was five. We had been really close too, and we spent all of our time together. That included the days we hung out with Kairi, but even if she wasn't there, we'd still hang out.

Sora was the innocent hyper kid, while I was more quiet and to myself. People always complained that I never smiled, but there was a reason for that. Normally, people smile when they like someone, right? I'm not talking about like as in boyfriend/girlfriend like, I'm just talking about like in general. Yeah, well, I've never liked anyone. Well, anyone but one person, but that's pretty obvious.

After school, on Sora's birthday, we sat in our usual spots on the tree looking over the ocean. Sora was blabbing on about something, but I was completely zoned out; I was thinking about how fucking beautiful his skin looked when the sunlight hit it, but he was beautiful regardless.

"Riku?"

I snapped out of my daze when Sora called for me. For a moment, I was frozen. How weird would it be if he knew that I had just been staring at him and thinking about how amazingly gorgeous he is? I'll tell you; very weird.

"Hm?" I replied casually, and he tilted his head in confusion, but didn't ask any questions. He shrugged it off and gave me one of those famous smiles of his. "You're going to come to my party Saturday, right? It's not really a party, but my mom said I could invite two people to spend the night, so I chose you and Roxas."

I studied him for a moment before replying with a nod. I didn't really get along with Roxas, but, I'd deal with it to be with Sora.

Sora's smile widened before he turned back towards the ocean and closed his eyes. I hated that I felt this way towards him; it was like hell. I wanted him, I wanted my best friend, and I couldn't decide whether or not I should tell him. I battled with my mind for a little bit, and I realized that I couldn't just sit here anymore. It was too risky. I'd snap if I did.

I hopped off the bent paopu tree without a sound and headed towards the secret cave Sora and I had found when we were children. I remember the day we found it, too. Sora was 7, and I was 9. He had always been afraid of dark places, and always liked to hide behind me when it came to face the unknown.

"You wanna go in, Sora?" I asked happily and gave him one of my many mischievous smirks.

"Yeah! If you go in first!" He returned my smirk and I replied with a smile and the roll of my eyes.

The cave was a lot larger than either of us could have possibly imagined. Even if it was dark and damp, it was awesome.

"This can be our special place, Riku!" Sora shouted happily, gazing around like a child in a candy store.

I nodded and smiled. "Yeah of course it can Sor. Just you and I will know about it."

"Deal!"

Well, unfortunately, as quickly as that deal was made, it was broken. One day, when Sora had too much homework to do I decided to hang out in our special spot. Everything was fine until I saw.. it.

It was a drawing of Kairi and Sora together, and I had known that he had brought her here. My heart shattered into a billion pieces, and I screamed and kicked and cursed and I decided to ignore Sora for a week straight. He bugged me until I caved and agreed to talk to him again.

So now, here I was, 15 years old and staring at the picture with my palm pressed between their faces. I loved Sora, and I knew it was more than just friendly. How could I tell him though?

Not five minutes later, I could hear footsteps at the mouth of the cave, and I knew it was Sora. He had come looking for me like he always did when he sensed something was wrong.

"Riku. Rikuuuuu."

His voice echoed through the cave and I flinched.

"Stop yelling Sora. I told you before that I can hear you just fine when you don't yell." I replied softly once I noticed he was beside me.

"Well maybe you should reply quicker and I wouldn't yell!"

"You're yelling right now…"

"Sorry."

I looked up into those cerulean eyes and I noticed his eyebrows were now furrowed. "Riku, what are you doing?" He asked, and I exhaled, I guessed that now would be a better time than never.

"i…"

"Are you mad at me?"

It was my turn to furrow my eyebrows. I shook my head quickly. "No, why would I be mad at yo-"

Before I knew it, Sora had his arm tightly around my neck and I was pulled into a violent hug. I found myself quickly wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him back. The feeling of being close to him was nice, and I didn't want to lose that. Not too quickly anyway.

"Good! I thought you were mad at me! I'm so happy that you're not!"

The feeling of being close was gone, and I realized that I wasn't satisfied with just a hug… I wanted more. With all of these thoughts running through my head lately I couldn't help myself, and I instantly grabbed him by the face and pressed my lips roughly against his.

He squirmed, but I managed to hold him down. I pulled away and focused on leaving trails of kisses down the soft skin of his neck. My free hand found the zipper to his pants, and pulled it down with ease, then realization hit him.

"Riku! What are you doing!? Stop!" He yelled, but I couldn't. I couldn't stop myself. Not now.

His pants were off in an instant, and that caused him to squirm more. Tears caught at the corner of his eyes, but I didn't care at the moment. I wanted him, and now wasn't a time to stop what I was doing.

My teeth found his earlobe, and tugged at it lightly. "Sora…" I whispered softly, and heard him whine in response. I somehow managed to peel his shirt away from him, and I feverishly attacked one of his beautiful pink nubs with my mouth. My tongue swirled around and my teeth grazed over the sensitive flesh. I felt it harden in my mouth, so then I moved to the next one.

Just as before, it was quick to harden, so I moved back up to his neck, despite his protests for me to stop.

I didn't have time to do anything but unzip and unbutton my pants and pull my throbbing erection out. I noticed Sora's eyes turn to dinner plates with fright, but it was too late, and I was too far gone to care. Somewhere in my movements I had discarded his underwear, so my brunette best friend laid nude beneath me; crying, squirming, and begging for me to get off of him.

At one point, when his mouth opened I shoved two fingers in it and demanded for him to suck. He did as told, because Sora was one to follow what he was to do, though there was a moment of hesitation.

His tongue roamed over my digits, and a thick layer of saliva quickly coated them. "Good boy." I purred, then pulled them out of his mouth.

It wasn't much longer before I found his entrance. One finger swirled around playfully before actually slipping in. Sora gasped, and the tears slid down his cheeks. I kissed them away gently, and my eyes met with his. He was terrified.

"Riku, I don't want this."

"It'll be over soon."

"Please, stop."

"I can't."

Then entered a second finger. I gave him no time to adjust, so he yelled out in pain. After a few ministrations in and out, I removed my fingers completely and positioned my cock right at his entrance. With the first push, he screamed.

"Riku!"

"Shh."

Once I was completely inside, I gave him a slight break and just kept myself there. He cried, and whimpered, but he couldn't move. His body was frozen with mine, and it was too late for him to fight and stop me.

I pulled my erection all the way out and slammed back in. I repeated this several times and ignored his cries for me to stop. All of the,

"Riku please!"

And

"I don't want this!"

Meant nothing to me.

I continued to pound into my best friend until I came, and he was too tired to cry anymore.

After that day four years ago, Sora hasn't spoken a single word to me.

I don't blame him; I wouldn't speak to me either.

I did rape him after all.

Am I proud of myself? No, not at all. I wish I would have never fucking done it.

But I did, and I will find a way to apologize to him, and tell him what was going through my mind that day. I want him to know how much I wanted him to be mine.

I want to tell him how much I loved him.

How much I still love him.

Are you willing to go on this journey with me?

Yes, no, maybe so? I'll have the next one up SOON.

Im already working on it.

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