What Sora wouldn't give for the warmth of the Islands again, the warmth of Kairi's smiles and Riku's somewhat appreciative nods. Sora bit down into his lip, the steam coming from his breath evident in the air. Christmas Town always seemed much colder this time of year, unfortunately Sora couldn't even tell what time of year it was. Sora's arms were wrapped around his chest, his fingers numb with the cold as he walked slowly down the hill from the entrance to the town. His pocket held a folded piece of paper that was sticking out, slightly damp and frozen from the continuous fall of snow. When he had received the paper, he was somewhat bitter.
Meet me in my workshop Sora, I've found something that could prove useful for you.
-Santa
A few days previously, when Donald, Goofy, and Sora had returned to the workshop, Santa seemed somewhat distant, mainly since Sora had stated that he didn't believe in him. What else could the saint think? He was younger at that time, his maturity beginning to start. It was more Riku's fault than anything; he had too much control of Sora's head.
Sora sighed deeply and pressed on, looking blankly at the lights that shown before the white landscape. Soft music was ringing throughout the town, a soft carol that Sora hadn't heard before filling his ears with a delightful melody. His previous frown grew into a softer smile, his footsteps almost matching with the rhythm. He reached the carousel that had given the town some form of enjoyment, other than the constant smell of cookies and the warmth of a hot glass of cocoa. His hands gripped on the poles of the carousel and spun it around gently, the animals on it rising up and down as they galloped across the snow.
Sora opened the door to Santa's workshop, a loud creak echoing into the dark room. "Hello?" he called out, flicking a switch that turned on all of the lights to the workshop. It was dead empty, the machinery silent, the toys that were spread across the factory lines were packed up in small boxes for the children that Santa would deliver to. Sora closed the door, walking past a few tables and workbenches. "Santa?" He called out, finding the situation a bit eerie. He slowed down his pace, opening his palms out as the Keyblade appeared in his hands. "So soon?" A voice echoed in the workshop, causing Sora to jump slightly. It was familiar, but a little deeper than he had remembered it before. He slid himself against a wall, gripping the Keyblade tightly in his hand as he walked silently across it. "You're rather terrible at hiding, Sor-a." The voice called out again, almost taunting him. Sora turned, trying to find the source of the voice, his hands nearly bleeding from him gripping his weapon. He looked up and saw a blade spinning towards him. He gasped and quickly dived out of the way, sliding on his side as he saw the blade impale the wall which he hid on.
He heard a soft swear as footsteps began hitting the floor. Sora tried to stand up but was stopped short when his Keyblade was forced to stop a near attack to his chest. He looked up, Riku's figure standing above his. Sora stared at the blade he held in Riku's hands, the original Soul Eater that he had held before they closed the Door to Darkness. "What the..?" Sora said to himself, pushing Riku away from him as he stood up, his keyblade held behind him as he forced it forward against Riku. Both of their blades locked onto each other, each one like a magnet that kept the two together. Riku simply smiled and moved forward slightly, sliding under Sora's blade and kicked him in the back, forcing Sora on his back.
Sora's face hit the floor, a cold feeling climbing into his skin. Riku grinned and pulled down Sora's pants, his bare ass shining brightly in the light that hung above them. His cheeks were flushed bright pink, his eyes closed tightly. "What the fuck are you doing?" he yelled out, a bit surprised at the curse he said to Riku. "Hm..you." He replied, sliding his own pants down and entered Sora, the tight muscles becoming even tighter as Sora cried out in pain. Tears were falling out of Sora's eyes in the anguish that Riku was delivering to him. It wouldn't have hurt as much as it did if Riku didn't try to kill him, twice. His adrenaline was already flowing through his body, which gave him a perfect reason not to relax. Sora's hand was in reach of his keyblade that had been lying a foot away from him when he fell. His fingers touched the cold metal, nearly pulling the blade to his palm until Riku thrusted into him, a deep cry escaping Sora's lips as he was stopped short. Another thrust was sent inside of Sora, which let out another cry.
Riku smirked while he gave Sora thrust after thrust, the feeling of the uke's insides too tight around his organ. He frowned and pulled himself out, turning over Sora's body to his back. Tears were covering Sora's face, the blush darker than earlier. "Stop!" He cried, his insides felt hot and injured, as if they were bleeding. Riku merely shook his head and groped Sora, his free hand moving to his entrance that had been slightly enlarged from Riku. Sora moaned out, his hands forming a fist then retracting, the cries slowly disappearing as he began a soft moan. His tears had stopped flowing, his once closed eyes now partial slits as he stared at Riku. Sora held his breath and quickly grabbed his keyblade, delivering a quick strike to Riku's neck. The blade stopped as it hit Riku's skin, causing his head to turn slightly. The frown had returned to a smirk as his hands stopped. His hands fell to his sides as he stood from his kneeling position, his hair covering his features. Moving quickly, Sora rolled backwards and leaped to strike Riku once more, however by the time his feet had left the ground Riku was already behind him once more, holding onto the hand that held Sora's keyblade and twisted it enough to make Sora drop it to the ground. Sora's frame was bent down, his body being forced to its knees as Riku entered him once more. His insides felt different this time; they were more willing now. Riku grinned and ripped open Sora's shirt from behind him, his hands darting to his nipples, softly rubbing them. Sora moaned his hands clawing at the floor, his body shivering with excitement. Sora's spine bent forward, his waist raised up against Riku's member. The two of them delivered a moan to each other, Sora's member releasing itself quickly, the liquids falling to the floor. His body fell against the floor, his stomach sliding in the spilled seed as he lost his breath, Riku continuing his thrusts into Sora before he finally climaxed, his seed filling up Sora, a bit of it leaving the hole. Sora shivered, his body overheated as he turned himself over, to his surprise as he found that Riku had left. He blinked and sat up quickly, looking about the factory. He continued breathing heavily as he covered his face as a cry echoed the room.
Riku stepped out of the dark portal that he had created, which began to fade. Ansem stood before Riku, a grin on his lips as he watched his puppet. "How was he?" He sneered, Riku only replying with a middle finger in Ansem's face.