Disclaimer: If I owned them, Marly would save the plant on my desk, and I wouldn't be hugging a pillow at night. Because said plant is half dead and will probably be dead soon, I don't own him. If I owned Sora, or Riku then there would be muffled screams from the closet where I'd have them tied up. But as the only noise in my room is the gently hum of my computer, and the swishing of the fan, I don't own them either.
Author's Note: THANK YOU! I want to thank each and everyone of my 36 readers for reading my story, of course only one of you reviewed, so I can't really do that. Anyways, this chapter took me a bit longer than I was expecting, but I might be updating a bit more often, because my lovely ankle is crap, and I rolled it. Now there's something that jiggles in it when I walk, so I'm going to the doctor tomorrow, and might be told that I can't do guard this year. (DAMN IT! This is my last state year!) Of course if that happens then I'm gonna be an invalid and will spend most of my time stuck on this couch, with my laptop, with nothing better to do than write. (That, and I might end up moving into my brother's old room -gag-)
Oh, my friend and I had a fun time at Chili's last night. I think our waiter was convinced we were dating. We were the only two people in the booth, and my friend was fussing over me paying for the whole check. It was funny; I wish you could have seen my friend's face when I told her that the waiter most likely thought that.
Anyways, enough of my ramblings. On with the story!
Pairings: Sorluxia, Soriku, Akuroku, Zemyx, possibly Cleon, and whatever else pops into my head.
Warnings: T'is yaoi(Boy on boy)! Homophobes stay out! T'is rated M for a reason! Immature 13 year olds stay out! T'is mpreg! If this disturbs you get out! There will be issues with divorce, I know this might bother people, and I forgot to mention it in the warning last time! (hence the bold print)
It was all a blur. A flurry of lips, of caresses, of teeth and nails. Clothes were torn off in drunken haste, as the brunette and pinkette preformed the ancient mating ritual of screwing like rabbits.
"I'm not bottom," Sora moaned as Marluxia attached his teeth to the younger teen's neck. Small gasps escaped his mouth as Marluxia continued to nibble a path down his neck that would have him wearing a turtle neck for weeks during the hottest part of summer.
"Neither am I," Marluxia replied, as he brought his mouth back up to the brunette's, taking in the fiery taste of the vodka still lingering on the other's tongue. He carefully ghosted his hands along the Sora's shirt hem, before attempting to pull the green mass over his head. Sadly, in his drunken haze he forgot to undo all the buttons, and managed to tear the shirt off the other man.
"Damn," Sora cursed softly as the shirt was discarded on the floor, "Riku gave me this shirt."
"Oh well," Marluxia sighed, in between kissing down the teen's chest, stopping to lavish on one pert nipple, "Just don't tell him what happened to it."
"M'kay," Sora moaned, fumbling through half the buttons on Marluxia's shirt, but in his drunkenness, he missed some of them. As a result when he tugged buttons flew off every which way.
"That wasn't an important shirt was it?" Sora asked, as he threw the shirt into the ever growing pile of clothing. He buried his hands deeply in pink hair.
"Nah," Marluxia replied, "Just something my grandma gave me." He allowed his hands to massage the skin around Sora's jeans, before slipping one in.
"Ngg," Sora moaned, as the pinkette wrapped his hand around the brunette's member, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Their lips clashed in a fiery kiss, swallowing more of Sora's moans.
Soon both their pants and underwear were discarded with the rest of their clothes. Marluxia continued to nibble on Sora's well abused neck as he squeeze a generous amount of lube on to his hands, spreading it gently over his fingers, warming it up. Still Sora jumped when he felt Marluxia's lube covered fingers touch his ass.
"I told you I'm not bottom," Sora said, rolling them over so he was on top.
"But I never bottom!" Marluxia tried to roll them over again, but Sora was stronger than he looked and wouldn't allow the switch.
"Then I'm leaving," Sora got off and began stumbling around the room looking for his clothes. Sadly in his drunkenness, he couldn't really distinguish between his and Marluxia's clothing, so he ended up in his pants, and Marluxia's now buttonless shirt.
Marluxia watched his once soon-to-be-lover get dressed, contemplating which would be better: being the one with a sore ass in them morning, or having to make due with just his hand. As Sora began to stumble out of the room, pants still not fully on, Marluxia decided the second of the two would be worse.
"Come back!" Marluxia called, "You can top." Sora stopped in the doorway, but didn't come back to the bed.
"You sure?" He asked, hands crossed over his chest, leaning against the door way, his pants slowly sliding off his slender hips.
"Yes," Marluxia replied, gently licking his lips, taking in the full erotic sight that was the drunk brunette leaning on the door frame. Almost as if to prove the sincerity in his words, he reached his still lubed hand down to his own hole. As Sora made his way back to the bed, Marluxia gently slipped one finger into himself.
Sora slowly shrugged off his clothes, approaching the bed as Marluxia prepared himself. To Sora the sight of the pinkette gently probing his own ass, was good enough to make him come right then. He crawled on the bed, and captured Marluxia's lips with his own, creating even more of a distraction from the pain, for the other man.
Sora gently tugged Marluxia's hand, causing the other man to whimper as his fingers fell out of his ass. He deepened the kiss, while lining himself up.
"Ready?" he breathed, breaking the kiss. Marluxia just nodded, and Sora pushed in...
Sora awoke as he hit the ground, beer can still crushed in his hand, and a painfully hard erection. He looked around a few minutes, wondering why the hell he was sleeping on the couch when he remembered; Riku had kicked him out of the bedroom.
Not that Sora could really blame him. After all, if he had found out that Riku had a child, and said child had been conceived not two months into the start of their relationship, then Sora would be pretty pissed too. He probably wouldn't have condemned Riku to sleeping on the uneven couch right next to the sharp cornered coffee table, that he had already hit his knee on several times, but he would have done something!
Sighing, Sora looked down at the lovely tent he was pitching. He very much doubted his husband would do anything to alleviate the problem. In fact, knowing Riku he'd probably just tease him, and then leave before he could finish.
So that settled it, he would finish it out himself. Now the only question was where. It was extremely tempting to just take care of it right there, and worry about the mess in the morning, but as he shifted, he realized just how sore his muscles were and just how good a hot shower would be.
Thirty minutes and a hot shower later, Sora knew exactly what he needed. So what if it was three thirty in the morning, and no one would actually be awake. No, Sora needed to talk to someone. Preferably someone in his own family, perhaps one of his brothers.
Cloud, his oldest brother, would more than likely be busy with whoever his current boyfriend was. That boy went through boyfriends like they were tissues, soft, warm and disposable. Then of course there was Demyx, who would totally freak, and knew nothing about relationships.
So that left one last option. With a sigh, he picked up the phone, and dialed his twin's number.
Ring...
Ring...
Ring...
A rather tired hand shot out of the covers of the bed, and began whacking at the alarm clock in hopes of turning it off.
"Roxas?" a tired voice called from the bed, "I don't think that's the alarm clock."
"Oh," Roxas replied groggily, lifting his head out of the bed and realizing the insistent ringing was coming from the phone. "'ello?" He mumbled, holding the phone to his ear.
"Roxas?" the hyper voice from the other end asked rather loudly.
"Sora?" Roxas asked recognizing his brother's voice immediately, "What time is it?"
"Oh, it's 3:30," Sora replied, "Anyways, I'm calling becaus..."
"THREE THIRTY!"Roxas yelled into the phone, "Why the hell are you calling me at 3:30!"
"Because I have important news." A hand slithered out of the covers next to Roxas, and began to gently massage his chest.
"What is so important that you had to wake me up!" Roxas seethed. A head, full of red spiky hair, soon followed the hand out from under the covers. Axel looked over at his husband and blinked wearily. He finally shrugged it off, rolled over, and began to kiss a trail along Roxas' neck.
"Roxas, I'm a father." The kisses stopped.
"You're a what?" Roxas finally asked, sure he had heard wrong. He looked down at Axel, who was resting his head on the blond's chest, now fully listening in on the conversation.
"A father."
"Sora, what the hell have you been drinking?" Roxas asked, squinting slightly. "I mean you're with Riku, and he's a guy. So he couldn't possibly be pregnant. Oh my god! You cheated didn't you! Well who did you knock up?"
"Marly." Roxas and Axel's eyes met at this and they both blinked several times in confusion.
"Sora?" Roxas finally continued after a few minutes of silence, "You must have just had a weird dream. You couldn't have knocked Marluxia up. In fact you couldn't have even topped Marluxia." Axel had had enough of the conversation by now. If he was going to be awake at 3:30 then it was going to be for sex, damn it! He gently pressed his lips into the blond's.
"No, Roxas I'm serious," Roxas tried to bat Axel away from his lips, "Marly showed up on my door step today," Roxas gave up, and allowed the kiss to continue, "with a kid," Roxas was no longer paying attention to the phone, "He claims it's mine, Roxas," Roxas wrapped his arms around his husband's neck, deepening the kiss, "Roxas?" Roxas moaned into the kiss, causing Sora to realize what was going on on the other end, "Ew! Guys that's gross! Seriously! Can't you two be together for five minutes without jumping each other!"
"Hey Sora?" Axel said, picking up the phone, "Roxas is gonna have to call you back. He's kinda busy." Without waiting for more protests he hung up the phone, and went back to his blond.
Author's Note: So, originally there was going to be two lemons this chapter. First a Sorluxia and then for a slightly more normal touch I was going to write an AkuRoku one at the end. But then I had issues, and writing another lemon would have set me back at least a week more, and I can't do that. So I cut it, and decided I didn't want to do anymore lemon writing.
On a good note, I have a story to tell you. Whenever I write, if I get really into a story, I start finding songs that describe the characters or situations, and they become like theme songs for me. My last story on FFn, I couldn't find any songs for, but this one I've already found two, maybe three. (Use your Love by Katy Perry, Lying is the Most Fun a Girl can Have without Taking off Her Clothes by Panic! At the Disco, and Camisado by Panic! At the Disco). And I'm starting to get some sort of idea of where the hell this story is going.
Anyways, have a great day, and PLEASE review. I got one last time... and it was from Reeby, who always reviews. And this is such an unsupported pairing that even two reviews makes me feel good! And as always character's get cookies for reviews! Have a great day!
