A/N: Warning: sexy times ahead.


Chapter 2


The blast of Panic! At The Disco's Emperor's New Clothes rips me violently from sleep. "Fuck!" I growl, my hand flying to my phone to shut off the damn thing. I had forgotten to turn off my daily alarm; finals season means no classes. I groan, the jarring tune still beating equally in my head and heart. Sleep would be too difficult now. I raise a hand to wipe my eyes tiredly.

Though not hungover, I notice quickly that I am incredibly thirsty. I turn over in bed, preparing to get up though I despair at the thought of losing the warmth from the sheets. That's when I spot brunet spikes of hair paired with a cute, slumbering face next to me. I freeze. Memories of the night before come in a frightening jumble. My eyebrows furrow; I had to have been drugged. But it felt so real. What if it was?

What if it wasn't? I panic to myself; I never take one night stands. I am wholly unequipped to handle either scenario, but this is my apartment – I can't just leave. This is a disaster. What should I do?

I turn my attention back to the sleeping form in bed with me. Just as I'm deciding whether to wake him or not, he stirs on his own, inching closer to me. Instinctually, I run my hand through his hair softly as he wakes; I grimace at my hands, betrayed. My fingers itch to keep themselves in his soft locks in response. Sora sighs happily, eyes opening slowly. Despite my incredulity toward my own memories, I brace myself for red, golden-flaked orbs. Instead I'm met with a deep, flawless blue. I breathe out a sigh of relief.

Clearing my throat, I start, "Good morning." How does one handle a stranger the morning after sex? I watch him warily, hoping he will give me cues to know.

He languidly reaches up and kisses me sweetly. Despite all my trepidation, I find myself melting into his touch. Just like last night, every ministration makes me hot. I try to ignore the little me he awakens as he aligns his body up to mine. He teases me with a lick to the bottom lip but then pulls away, giggling. "Morning, Riku," he says, a small blush on his cheeks.

My breath hitches as I peer down to see what I thought utterly impossible. Sora, again, has red and golden cat eyes, transitioning right in front of me. After-effects of some hallucinogen? Still, I remain disturbingly unafraid, merely curious and maybe in denial.

Sora pulls my legs with his so that they are intertwined and he curls into my chest, chin cutely pointed up to me. "I feel your need," he mutters in fascination, his fangs visibly growing. I gulp. I can't explain the way heat coils in the bottom of my abdomen from the sight. I should recoil in fear. No, actually, I should go back to sleep, and wait for the drug's affects to wear off.

Instead, I sputter, resisting the tempting incubi in my arms. "I – I'm sorry, I think I was drugged last night. At this point I have no idea if you're doing what I think you're doing –"

I stop when he narrows his eyes worriedly at me. "When I drank your blood last night, I didn't taste any imperfections – well, except the vodka and excessive B vitamins." He giggles. I gape at him – he's talking about the Monster and vodka mix. Do hallucinogens account for full conversations, too? And, wait, when he drank my blood? Last night? I shake my head, confused. He frowns at my silence. "You do remember last night, don't you?" He asks, suddenly sounding scared.

"Yeah! I mean, yeah, I think so," I scramble to reply. Suspicion is written clearly on his face. "I just didn't think some parts actually happened," I finally say, rubbing the back of my head nervously. Suddenly I'm afraid he's going to think I'm as crazy as I feel.

Using inhuman speed, Sora flips me onto my back and straddles my hips, reminding me of the night before. If it weren't such a turn on, I might be concerned that he has, in essence, pinned me down. I wonder briefly that, if he did have superhuman speed, would he also have the strength? If so, then I am truly trapped. The thought doesn't hinder my libido like I thought; I find myself staring up and down at Sora's shoulders, chest, hips, and legs, admiring and wishing to touch. Sora tilts his head, briefly smirking like he knows something I don't.

Before I can comment unintelligently on the turn of events, Sora asks, "What can I do to convince you this is real?" He gestures to his fangs, using a still-normal tongue to poke one.

Despite my hallucinations, his sincerity compels me to answer; he seems genuinely concerned, his beautiful eyes gazing at me searchingly. I feel awful putting him through my bad (or, is this good?) trip. I wonder what conversation we are really having, if at all. But I can't ignore the reality I am currently seeing, so I rub his arms softly in attempts to comfort him.

"I know that typically LSD doesn't last longer than twelve hours," I contemplate aloud, "so, after the twelfth hour mark, if I still see you with cool cat eyes and cute fangs then I'll believe it." I chose LSD as my reference drug since I assume that's what gets passed around at parties, so it must be a variant of that. After this I will definitely never accept free drinks again.

Sora blushes as I'm thinking this, throwing me off my inner deductions. He mutters shyly, "You think it's cute?" He twirls a lock of hair of his hair, looking away and biting his lip. My heart melts.

No point in lying. "Unbelievably so. And sexy," I say straightforwardly. Sora grins happily, his fangs in full view. It is then I notice he's wearing a shirt with the periodic table of elements on it – mine, evident by the size. So, I have a cute demon in my bed, wearing my clothes, I think dumbly, disappointed that once the drug wears off I may not see him like this, or ever, again.

Sora retakes my focus as he leans down closer to me, eyes alight in anticipation. His scent mixed with sweat from our activities the night before makes me dizzy. "You can touch me, you know…" he whispers, his voice sweet but laced with need. His offer is so tempting, and I can tell it shows on my face. His lips ghost over mine, not touching but tricking my body into thinking so.

That's all the encouragement I need. Forgetting my hesitation and concern with frightening ease, I tilt my head to meet him, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. His taste floods my senses, and I groan at the contact. While one hand holds himself up, his other hand trails daintily and slowly down my sides, causing me to shiver. I quickly reciprocate, entangling one hand into his hair while the other cups and massages his ass. His mewls in response send waves of white hot energy down to my core, egging me on.

His chest flush against mine, I take note of every inch of tan skin branding me with its warmth. His lithe body is somehow both soft and toned, a wonder to hold. Our lips move together like they've always meant to be kissed by the other. His mouth is so fun to tease – every ministration returns a tantalizing reaction. He pulls my hair a little when I suck on his tongue, small noises escaping his throat. The hand that was in his hair moves down to his chest, and I lightly pad over one of his pink nipples with my thumb, then pinch a little. He trembles, and through lidded eyes I watch him squirm pleasurably on me. I could get used to this.

I break our locked lips, instantly letting Sora's moans reach the air. Each one sends drops of hot lava down my core, and all I can think about is making him continue those sounds. I kiss his jaw and nip across, relishing his panting.

"R-riku…" I am convinced his lips were created for the sole purpose of uttering my name.

He rakes his nails down my sides, his hips grinding against me as if by instinct. The small tastes of resulting pleasure make me impatient. I continue my assault on his neck, licking sensitive spots and sucking – but always stopping short of creating a hickey, the last piece of evidence that I have any reasonable thought ricocheting around my brain. When my teeth reach his ear, nibbling, he whines softly and it heightens my urgency.

The hand that had been feeling up his thighs and ass go down his boxers to tease his ass. That's when he winces, and I pause. He mutters, blushing, "I'm a little sore…"

Despite myself I smirk, kind of proud of my work. Still, not wanting to inflict any pain on him, I rest my hand on his hip, massaging small comforting circles with my thumb. I tilt my head in thought. My shirt, oversized on him, hides my view of him pressed against his boxers but from the pull of the fabric against my hand I can tell his cock is straining against it. I decide seeing is believing.

"Hnn, but I can't leave you like this…" I tell him suggestively, lifting the shirt. In a fluid motion, accommodated by Sora, the garment is gone. I stare unashamed, causing him to blush. His body is one I'd love to worship every day. Slowly my eyes land on his need, which makes his red cheeks almost match his eyes. The juxtaposition of his cherub bashfulness and his demonic appearance creates a kink in me I don't think I'll ever get over.

With strength I didn't know I had, I slide us back so we are sitting up, him still straddling my lap. I can feel me straining against my own boxers, our lengths so temptingly close together.

I lick my lips hungrily when I bring us both out, the tension of cotton fabric a relief to be rid of. Sora hisses at the release, but I give him no time to adjust. I grip our lengths together and stroke, the pleasure reverberating through my core and out powerfully to my limbs. The cute demon melts under the touch, moans fuller as he embraces me, approving of my compromise. I feel his sharp fangs brush against my collar bone, and I have to bite my lip to stifle my own sound. He plants kisses there and up, not so merciful to prevent hickeys. The warmth of us together and his kisses almost shatter me too soon.

But my want to keep going overrides the sensation. He pulls away from my neck, ruby eyes bright and I watch mesmerized as he spits onto his hand, tongue trailing saliva. I only realize his intent when his hand replaces mine to stroke us, the liquid causing us to slide against each other ever-so-slightly. Sora crashes his lips onto mine to stifle a loud moan, and I'm glad he did so it could suppress mine. His erratic breath ghosts over my lips in between kisses, and it gives me goosebumps.

It doesn't take long to be too much. "Ri-riku, I'm about to …"

I nod, hand in his hair pulling in desperation. "Me, too, Sora …"

Hearing his name sends him over the edge, his face seeking mine desperately and I give it to him. His trembling and deep kisses bring me to ecstasy with him, the warm, pulsating pleasure spreading through my veins like wildfire. I barely register our cum painting my chest, high on climax. I ride the waves of golden bliss kissing his plump lips until Sora rests his head on my shoulder, breathing in spent pants. I hold him there as we come down and catch our breath.

"That was amazing," Sora breathes out, content. His little huffs of air brushing against my neck are now strangely comforting.

Smiling, I reply, "Brag, brag…" He giggles. We are contented to stay half-cuddled for another few minutes.

"Guess you need to shower," he comments. I spare a glance down.

"The real question is, how to move without catching the sheets." I chuckle, amused with the impossible task. It's hard to want to put forth the effort with Sora on me, anyhow.

But the brunet pulls away slightly. "Towel?"

"Mm," I nod toward the bathroom door, "top shelf." He slowly and carefully extricates himself from me. I almost feel bad that he has to retrieve it, but he does the task so fast that the feeling is forgotten.

The towel is placed on my chest where I wipe our mess away, Sora returning to my lap cutely. I try not to stare as his eyes transition to their deep blue and his fangs retract. Is it really a hallucination?

"Wanna shower, too?" I ask, strangely hopeful, but he shrugs.

"Eh, I'm not that dirty. I'll shower later."

I laugh at him incredulously. "Don't you need to clean just as much as I do?"

He crosses his arms, pouting. "I cleaned myself up light night, thank you very much."

I imagine that it's no fun sleeping after that condom or not, so his alibi checks out. I shrug in surrender. Part of me just wants to go back to bed instead of shower, but the sunlight streaking through the window indicates it would be foolish to do so.

"Let me go make you breakfast," the brunet suddenly says. He reaches over to his phone, stretching over me, and I instinctually hold his sides in support. He purrs happily, checking the time. "You had your last drink at 10 pm last night, so there's only an hour until the twelfth possible hour of being drugged," he says, matter-of-factly, "so while I go cook, you go shower."

"Wait, Sora, you don't have to do that," I say, touched he would even offer. "Besides, Axel and Roxas – my roommates – will probably beg you for some and they have black holes for stomachs."

Sora waves his hand at me, "I'm used to cooking large portions. Just leave it to me!" He dips down and kisses me sweetly. I wonder how this gorgeous guy could possibly want to put up with a stranger hook-up trip – much less make hook-up plural now. It's not like I'm especially attractive or charismatic. I'm an awkward science major at best. Yet, the brunet has been nothing but enthusiastic. Maybe it's the endorphins talking, but I feel like we are together already. I just hope it's not all in my head. Even as he pulls away, I lift my head to follow his lips, earning a happy hnn from the brunet.

Just then, my stomach grumbles, and as a college student, I have a hard time denying real, cooked food. "…You sure it's okay?" He nods enthusiastically, lifting himself off of me. My body screams at the loss of his body against mine, cold air replacing his warmth. I try to ignore it, disturbed how attached I am already.

"Well… just make sure to get dressed, or Axel will give you shit for it."

"Go shower," he demands, eyes glittering – he must be done with my mother hen instincts. I grin, "Okay, okay."


A/N: I had so much fun with this. As promised, updates soon! If you enjoyed, please leave a review or a favorite! It makes my life! :)

~ Hannahble