Title: A: Anticipation
Pairing: Riku/Sora
Category: Romance, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Obviously, not mine.
Notes: Editing completed on 06/12/07.
Sand crunched beneath the sole of those over sized sneakers. The silver hair swayed slicing through the air and floated up towards the sky, the blue heavens above; magnetized. Salty sweat plastered against a pale face that never seemed to darken, never seemed to change its color no matter how much the sun shone on. He worked out vigorously on the small island, his island. His.
Those strong muscles clenched and unclenched as the wooden sword was swung, repetitively, never losing its power to cut through any object. Every toned and curved muscle rippled, contracted, and tightened gorgeously. The same swift and sharp movements every time.
And he watched from afar.
Bright innocent blue pools of purity watched from afar, its holder breathed heavily, while he watched, and waited for the right time. It was always after a good workout, never before, always after. At the same time, once a week, and same place; The Paopu Island… Riku's.
When the sun dipped its head below the horizon, bathing the small tropical islands in vibrant soft colors, the constant grunting would die down. The grunts of concentration and patience would soften and fade, for he stopped working.
And he anticipated from afar.
A soft distant thud of a dropping sword soon followed and Riku fell to the ground, exhausted from his hard training. The heavy panting noises he made caused his chest to rise and fall at a rapid pace, the oxygen flow speeding up to pump his much tired heart. Slowly he lifted his head and reached back to untie the black blindfold that covered his eyes.
His stunningly emerald eyes opened and with a smile of content he sat up and gasped at the stiffness in his muscles. The pins and needles spread throughout his joints reminding him of a hard day of training. He ignored it.
The sunset glowed like amber and coated his body reflecting off a sheen layer of sweat. Riku brought a gloved hand to his hair and ran it through. Then, he jumped up quickly and leaped off the edge of the island into the cold salty sea.
After a few seconds, the boy resurfaced and shook his head, beads of water flew in all directions. He floated around the water for a few moments and occasionally dove under and resurfaced, gasping at the break of the surface.
Satisfied, Riku swam over to the ladder and climbed it, reaching the top and falling to the ground in exhaustion, the water seeped around him. The cool air began to slowly dry his clothes.
Through this those blue eyes never left him.
And he waited from afar.
Riku lay relaxed underneath the darkening sky, he relished in the soft breeze that passed through the island. A stray hand wandered down subconsciously from behind his head, stopping above the buckles of his pants.
Far away, he gasped, face growing hot at such a simple gesture.
With a small moan, Riku dipped his hand under the waistband of his pants and under his boxers, chuckling to himself as he began to move that hand away from the lump that began to rise, teasing, testing his limits. He knew when to stop and where to go, slowly and agonizingly patient.
Riku sneered at himself and swiftly flicked his wrist, the buckles falling around him. He lifted himself up slowly and stood up, casually walking over to the tree and leaning against the trunk, back facing towards the seaside shack, where those azure eyes watched with absolute lust. Innocence was tainted at age eight.
Slowly he got up from the creaky wooden floor and quietly, cautiously, bravely made his way up to Riku.
Riku slid his pants down slowly, taking some effort since his clothes were still wet from swimming. He got rid of his shirt and it fluttered behind him towards the coconut trees.
The blued eyed boy picked it up and held it in his hands carefully, shaking as he did.
Without notice of another presence, Riku began to strip his gloves off with his teeth, flinging them towards the left where his shirt used to be, they landed at Sora's feet.
Riku brought his hand to his lips and slipped two fingers into his rose petal mouth, enjoying the salty flavor from the sea and his sweat. He slowly took out the digits and trailed them from his clavicle down, stopping to pinch at a hard nipple, and resting at the band of his black boxers. They lightly ran across the cloth, tracing the outline of the elastic and traveled only a little farther to the hard arousal pressing against the cotton. Those pale fingers delicately traced the thick length through the barrier, a shudder of breath emitting from above.
Riku lazily traced his fingers along the outline. He rolled his eyes back into his head and leaned back against the Paopu tree. He brought his hand back up to the waistband and slipped it in leisurely, his mouth opening as his hair fell back, cascading silver on his shoulders and back. Slowly the hand wrapped around his erection, forming a tight hot tunnel and began to skillfully stroke the arousal he held. First long drawn out strokes, then to a much stronger stroke. Riku moaned softly as he began to handle himself less and less delicate.
Silently Sora crept up behind. He was struggling as he began to breath heavily, trapped amidst the hunger that he craved for Riku. He made his way just behind Riku who was still busy and lost in himself to notice the additional panting from behind. The brunette shakily raised a hand and let it hover a few inches above the pale shoulder that moved in a jerking motion.
Riku cried loudly as his hand began to go faster, harder; a blur of motion.
Then without further hesitation from that one loud cry, the hovering hand wrapped around the front of a fair damp chest.
Sora pulled Riku backwards to him, causing a loud gasp and a drop of that hand below. He turned around quickly, eyes dilated at seeing who currently had their arm wrapped around his lustful self.
"Sora!" he exclaimed. "Wha... wha—"
A small tan finger silenced those unkissed lips, "Shh, I'm not afraid anymore. No more waiting," he whispered.
Suddenly, Sora crashed his lips into Riku's and kissed him feverishly, the front of their bodies pressing up against the tree.
The kiss was rushed and rough as Sora tried to pour everything in it. He didn't care if Riku pushed him away, as long as this moment was happening, as long as he really was really kissing Riku. He didn't want to hide anymore, curl up at night thinking about Riku more than just a friend. He didn't want to fight the constant hard on he got whenever he was around him, the heated flushes of his skin. No more.
And so he acted.
"Please," Sora said as he came up for air, clutching onto each side of Riku's face, "let me just," he crushed his lips back onto his friend's, "do this once." he wheezed out. "Just to know…"
Riku abruptly leaned back away from Sora. "No," he said plainly, out of breath.
The younger paled, scared that this was his answer, "Riku, just this once… I need to know—"
Then unexpectedly, Riku lifted up Sora from around the tree with ease and brought him into a tight embrace, catching his lips, "No," he whispered, "always."
Their lips now met with a new feeling, one of understanding.
Now no more fear and waiting passed between them. No more hiding each other's feelings towards each other, for the hurdles were knocked down. Now all they have is each other.
A velvet tongue darted out and lapped gently at Sora's lips, he gladly let it pass into his mouth. He moaned as it carefully explored and plundered curiously. It tenderly stroked and rubbed up against Sora's own, dancing in a slow sensual sway. A low rumble escapes both of their mouths sending vibrations, small tremors of pleasure, chilling them to their toes with excitement. It was complete bliss; such a sweet kiss was pure ecstasy.
Soon passion began to fog their minds and lust rose to its fullest. Teeth created more of a pleasure trip that nipped and bit at the pink flushed lips. The simple kiss became rougher, more desperate as if any moment each would disappear with out any trace. Hands started to travel all over heated hot flesh, rubbing, kneading and pinching, anything to feel one another. The fair and tan skin were left with marks of rough touches of exploration.
Sora gasped as Riku leaned over and darted that slick tongue out, tasting the tan skin for the first time.
"Riku..." Sora breathed half surprised, half curious.
Never in his life has he ever been touched and the mere lick sent him into an orgasmic fit. How can something feel this wonderful? Sora thought idly. The tightness between his legs began to grow uncomfortably and he needed to relieve the pressure, it ached with need.
"Please…" the brunette pleaded, grasping a thick handful of silver hair. He wanted to know more, feel more. He wanted Riku to show him everything and anything as long as it involved that sweet mouth.
"What do you want Sora… what do you want me to do to you?" Riku whispered back, nipping hard at junction where neck met shoulder.
He moaned, arching back; an idle hand drifted down and Sora yelped in surprised when it grabbed his aching tightness.
Riku smirked and nudged Sora's neck, nuzzling the hot wet skin. Slowly he brought the second hand lower, Sora still clutching around Riku's bare waist. "Hold on." He quietly purred grabbing at the hem of Sora's white shirt and lifted it up, cutting them off only for a brief moment. The white clothing fluttered towards the rest and Riku finally had a closer view of Sora's tan chest. The smooth taught skin shined in the soft orange glow and Riku scanned it, soaking it all in saving an image of the heaving chest.
Sora let out a moan of want, loving the gaze that Riku had in his eyes, staring at him like that, enjoying such a heated stare. Never had anyone held that intense of a gaze, it gave him chills. And he wanted those fierce emerald eyes to look at him all day long.
Riku lightly brought a hand up and trailed it softly. He lazily drew circles on Sora's smooth back, loving the squirms the boy made from such a delicate touch. With a mischievous smile, he lowered himself to the ground, kneeling on the coarse sand. Riku hovered inches from Sora's tight problem and moved in closer, raising his head too peer up at Sora's blue eyes. They held his gaze, filled with heavy desire.
The brunette's innocence seemed to have vanished a new wave of emotion filled those azure eyes. Hunger.
Riku moaned softly and started to unbutton Sora's pants, and smiled. With a gasp, Sora gaped at the sight; Riku began to zipper the black pants down with his teeth. He bit the zipper and slowly pulled it down; one notch at a time. Each notch releaed some pressure on Sora's straining erection. Though it did no help because Sora almost lost his control and wanted to yank his pants down and shove his cock in Riku's hot mouth.
But, he remained in control of his actions, for now at least.
"Sora… Sora look at me," Riku sighed, nuzzling the stiff erection that was now freed.
Slowly Sora peered down, straining as to not come at the sight. There Riku sat, legs tucked underneath him, hands on each side of his boxer clad thighs, a visible bulge between them. A light coat of sweat shined in the little light outside, and lips were swollen and red from heated kisses.
"Oh God…" the brunette groaned, tearing his eyes away from the sight.
Riku smiled as he took Sora's cock in his mouth, humming around it. Sora slowly began to get lost in the bliss of his friend's warm mouth, the suction making him squirm. He moaned and shut his eyes, almost to the point of climax.
"Riku," Sora groaned, tugging at his friend's hair. He was moments away from coming and he tried to warn Riku. However, Riku only began to move faster and harder, taking him deeper into his mouth. When Sora did come, he cried Riku's name and collapsed towards the ground. He felt warm arms enclose around him, catching him as he fell. Sora blacked out momentarily as his friend softly began to stroke his face, cheek and neck.
When Sora began to finally regain some consciousness, he found himself lying comfortably in Riku's arms on the ground. Sora smiled lazily and leaned in to kiss the other boy, tasting himself; vanilla, summer and something else on those soft lips. Something wonderfully warm and comfortable... inviting and new.
And Sora fell in love with his friend in his arms.
Notes: I am so grateful that someone pointed out my mistakes on my past stories. I do have problems with POV. It's hard though, I get so carried away in writing I forget if I'm using past or present. I tried to fix it as much as possible here but I honestly didn't feel like doing a full edit. Thanks for your comments!
