So… Fantasy… What else can I say? This is somewhat like the legend of Zelda setting (in which despite having a fantasy setting I can make one slip or two), but with more than one Kingdom. This story is somewhat… weird, and I'll change POV frequently (not 1st person, though), so bear with me.

Based on: A dream, a doujin of really questionable nature (Not KH-related), and Silver Chaos (A BL game). WARNING: This one-shot contains a citrus-y scene and described kissing. We don't own Kingdom Hearts.

Forest

Sora eyed the compass with owlish eyes. He had been rooted on the same spot for about thirty minutes (A feat to the apprentice), waiting for the arrow to stop.

"Argh! There's no point!" He shouted to himself, developing a new hatred for the contraption.

He was officially lost… in Twilight Forest, of all places, THE location where monsters and spirits roamed free without control. The trees seemed to grow larger and larger around him as he moved forward, blocking what little light he had before.

The compass was still spinning like crazy, not deciding where the North was. True, he could run in any direction until he was out of the forest, but then he risked entering a non-allied kingdom and being convicted, or worse, stumbling upon a monster's lair.

The thirteen year old fell to his knees, completely scared. What if he never managed to get out of the forest? He had been training so hard to be one of the King's knights alongside Riku, but now he would die and become monster food. He felt like crying.

The brunet was so wallowed in self pity he didn't realize there was someone watching him until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He jumped, pulling out his wooden sword, and praying that the darkness was obtrusive enough to make it pass as a real one. The figure didn't seem scared, but still raised his hands slightly.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you." The voice sounded somewhat childish, but undeniably male. Sora saw him fumble with his hands once he had lowered his sword, and a small flame, white as the snow appeared on the boy's palm. Sora stared at it, amazed.

"Who are you?" He asked the blond, untrusting. It could be an incubus, or some sort of spirit intent on breaking and eating his soul and heart. The boy didn't seem to hear the question as he took his hand and helped him to a clearing.

In it there was a small house and a well, light shone so brightly that Sora had to shield his eyes. The blond in front of him entered the house and came back with a glass of water, still looking worried.

"Here, drink this." Sora took the glass and examined it closely. It didn't seem different from normal water, but being too gullible could be a problem. "It's only water, I swear."

Sora nodded and took a small sip, feeling immediately full of energy again. The boy in front of him (He seemed twelve, at most) sighed in relief and began drawing something on the earth.

"Who are you?" He asked again. The blond just smiled calmly and looked at him, making him gasp. His eyes were a really bright blue, with a certain inhuman sparkle in them that revealed his true nature.

A Mage.

"It's not important." He replied easily. He recited some kind of spell under his breath and the compass flew from his bag and landed on the sorcerer's hands. "This is the source of the problem, huh?" He looked at the spinning arrow amusedly.

"Stupid thing won't work." Sora muttered. The mage chuckled and snapped his fingers, making a ball of light appear above them.

"Doesn't surprise me. This forest tends to play around a lot. It probably wanted you to stay a little longer." The ball entered the compass, and the arrow made an abrupt stop. "Here, I've modified it. It will always point to the place you're thinking of as long as you've seen it."

He offered the object to Sora, who took it before staring at the blond suspiciously. His teachers had told him Magi were different than most wizards. Basically hermits, and tricksters by nature, they always wanted something in exchange for their services, something that made you miserable beyond belief.

"Why are you helping me? What do you want?" Sora couldn't allow himself to be trusting. Even though it was against his nature, this forest was filled with monsters and corruption. The blond was still smiling calmly.

"What do I want?" He seemed to ponder that question for a while, before his eyes sparkled unnaturally. "Tell me something from outside this forest."

"Huh?" That was not what Sora had been expecting. The Mage looked eager, moving his arms quickly and making two wooden chairs appear out of thin air. He sat and looked up at him cheerfully. "Um… what am I supposed to tell you?" Sora said, uncomfortable. The sorcerer seemed to think it over for a minute.

"Where were you born? Are you a knight? Those look a lot like knights' clothes, at least according to what I have read. Who is your liege? Aren't you a bit young to be a knight? You don't look much older than me. Have you—"

"Stop," Sora laughed. "I'm an apprentice. I'm learning to be a knight. I can tell you a bit about the academy but—"

"It's okay, anything will do." The blond smiled, composing himself. "It's just… I have never seen anything outside this forest. I'll give anything to learn more."

Sora smiled. This Mage was quite young; it was obvious he didn't have an evil bone in his body yet. The brunet relaxed, sat down on the chair the blond had summoned, and told him some stories, getting interrupted every so often by questions and amazed sounds.

By the time he finished, it was almost dark. Riku would be worried. He said he was just going to check if it was true there was a goblin hiding out in the nearby forest. The Mage saw his concern and gave him a lantern filled with that strange white fire.

"It only works in the forest, but as long as you use it, no creature will attack you."

Sora thanked him and hurried to where the compass was pointing, the academy on his mind. He arrived just before curfew, and was scolded by Riku and Kairi heavily. He laughed nervously. He couldn't tell them where he had been.

He had completely forgotten it, himself.


Roxas sighed and wiped some sweat from his forehead. Harvesting was hard work, but it was his only way to survive. True, he could use magic to plant and plow, but he had found that food simply didn't taste the same unless you worked on it with your own hands, and the hard work was really gratifying.

He gave the last patch of vegetables a glare, deciding there was no harm in leaving them there. He lay down on the ground, ready to sleep a bit, when he heard something.

Footsteps.

They weren't made by paws, claws or talons, so it couldn't be one of the forest's animals. He sprung up, calling forward a light beam from the heavens, ready to strike the intruder.

What he saw, however, was a very familiar looking boy walking pitifully into his meadow. The boy's right hand was covering his chest, which reeked of darkness and blood, while his left was on an old compass, his eyes trained on the arrow.

"Are you okay?" Roxas asked worriedly. The teen in front of him looked up at him, smiled groggily and collapsed on the ground. The blond hurried towards him, holding him up and carrying him towards his house.

"I found it, I found it." The boy kept muttering mindlessly. Roxas sighed and put him on the bed gently, casting a powerful healing spell. As usual, he felt his draining energy being replaced by the Forest's mana, leaving him fresh and renewed.

The blond looked at the boy's spiky hair in wonder. He didn't receive visitors often, and the forest made sure no one ever found him twice. Could it be that the boy from that one time really had used the compass to find a place he didn't remember?

"Who are you?" The brunet said sleepily, using the same intonation as that one time. Roxas looked at him for a moment, fascinated, before shrugging.

"Nobody," he answered, using his hair to hide his eyes. He had learned from a Berserker that Magi weren't exactly well received among 'normal' people. The boy had known what he was, but he had been too young to really show what humans were capable of doing. "How did you get here?"

"I followed this." He showed him his compass, THE compass. "It takes me wherever I think of."

"What were you thinking about, then?"

"… A safe place"


Sora still felt too weak to move around, so he contented himself with looking around his host's room. The bed was incredibly soft, something fit for nobility. It was actually kind of weird resting there. However, the blond in front of him didn't look like an aristocrat. He seemed like some kind of hermit, living off the forest. The rest of the room seemed simple, but all his attention came back to the blond. It was weird; he felt… connected, somehow, but couldn't explain why.

His stomach rumbled loudly, interrupting any further thought.

The teen excused himself to bring some food to him. Sora blushed and apologized. The boy was way too polite and kind to be a fallen noble from a foreign country, but the way he handled himself showed little decorum to fill the bill (Decorum that, sadly, Sora had had to learn on the academy).

"Wait." The teen stopped short of the door and turned around. "You haven't told me your name yet."

"You can call me Roxas." He said with his back turned to him. Sora tried to see if he remembered the name. The blond was kind of familiar, but the name didn't ring any bell.

"I'm Sora!" He presented himself cheerfully. Roxas nodded and left, leaving the brunet on his own.

Without the blond around, the rest of the room regained focus, and Sora's eyes widened when he found that the bedroom walls were filled to the brim with books. Every wall had shelves stacked to the roof with dozens of them, covering all kinds of themes, from summoning magic to adventure novels and epic poetry.

Sora had never been much of a reader, but he was nonetheless impressed by the teen's collection. One of the books was in the nightstand to his right. It seemed ridiculously small in comparison to the rest. The brunet picked it up and was surprised by the worn look of it. Shrugging it off, he opened it, finding a nice fairy tale about a prince who rescued an imprisoned maiden.

It was a popular story; he knew the words by heart. Almost everybody did. So why did it seem like the only thing the blond (who was obviously somewhat cultured) seemed to read more than once?

As he passed through the pages, trying to find some kind of illustration or something that made the book worth a second read, he felt an intense pain in his chest again. He dropped the book and looked at his torn clothes, only to see his skin scar and open, like healing magic used backwards. The injuries began bleeding as black smoke came out of them.

"I hope you like…" Roxas stopped whatever he was saying and hurried to his side, muttering unintelligible words and moving his hands above Sora's chest. The pain subsided and the wounds closed. Sora looked up and saw the unnatural brightness in his eyes.

"You're a Mage…" He said. The shining eyes returned to normal once the healing ended, but still held a small radiance, like a cat's eyes in the night.

"What attacked you, Sora?" He asked instead. Sora had the feeling that Roxas tended to ignore every subject he didn't like. Deciding that his savior's nature didn't matter as much as the possibility of his body tearing open again, he decided to store the topic in his mind for later.

"I don't know. I didn't see it that well. It looked like some kind of living shadow… next thing I knew, its claws were breaking through my shirt." He cursed himself once again for daring to not bring his armor to the trip (True, he had only been asked to deliver a message to an allied country, but if he had brought it, nothing would have happened).

"… A heartless, then," Roxas said, sighing. "Pureblood, from the looks of it… Its darkness will continue to try and separate your heart from your body, no matter how many times I heal you." Sora shuddered; it certainly didn't seem like a painless way to go.

"So that's it? I'm just going to die like that?" He asked no one in particular, feeling more and more miserable. The blond, however, took his hand and smiled in a comforting way.

"Not necessarily…" Roxas said with a neutral tone of voice, as if he didn't care the person he saved would die. "I can indeed do something, but I need your permission. Do you trust me?"

Sora stared at the blond, uncertain, but he nodded. Roxas seemed to be too kind and giving for a Mage, but that rarity made him even more trustworthy in his mind.

"I trust you."

As soon as he said that, a pair of lips pressed against his own.


Roxas felt Sora gasp almost immediately, and appreciated the reflex. What he was looking for wasn't in the boy's lips, anyway. The blond set to work, slipping his tongue into Sora's mouth and exploring it lazily. The brunet seemed too shocked to respond, but it didn't faze Roxas at all, who just kept moving around until he touched the other's tongue.

The mage began stroking the organ slowly, inadvertently making Sora kiss back. His magic travelled from his body to the brunet's, giving him enough of it to counter the darkness.

As soon as he deemed the magic to be enough, he pulled away hastily, the brunet's head following his as if in a trance. Roxas pushed him back a little, and his foggy eyes focused again, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"What was that for?"


Sora couldn't really explain what had happened. First the mage had kissed him, that much he could tell, followed by… a blurry sight and a warm feeling. He could remember it quite well, the warmth spreading from Roxas' tongue to his mouth and the rest of his body, driving off the pain and that weird and dirty feeling in his chest.

"I just gave you a little of my magic, enough for you to fight off the darkness on your own, actually. Just don't overdo yourself." Roxas said as if his tongue hadn't been down the brunet's throat a minute ago. "Stress tends to extinguish mana." Sora huffed.

"Couldn't you find a better way about it?" He muttered. "Why do you do so much for me, anyway?" He asked. The mage smiled at him.

"I'm just repaying a debt." He waved his hand and the bowl in the floor came to his hand, the stew in it untouched. Before Sora could ask what he meant, he got up and exited the room. "And by the way, your mouth is the easiest entrance to the inside of your body. It means less strain for me to give you magic that way."

Sora covered himself in the sheets, embarrassed. To be a lonely hermit, the blond was one hell of a kisser.


"Roxas," He heard Sora calling from the door while he picked the last cabbage. He grunted in acknowledgement, too busy checking there were no worms on it. "Why do you like 'The Cursed Princess'?" he asked curiously. Roxas finished his work and turned to him.

"I find it fascinating." He shrugged. It seemed as if the knight had always been there with him, even though he had only 'met' him ten hours ago. "A curse that binds a person to a place and the one destined to break it. It's basically a love song to freedom." He looked towards the sky wistfully.

"Freedom you don't have." The brunet muttered. Roxas looked at him immediately, eyes wide, but decided not to lie to him. He nodded, managing a small smile.

"A mage's magic is tied to nature. They bond with places like these," he moved his head in the forest's general direction. "And if they leave, their magic disappears along with their life."

"It seems like an awfully lonely life." Sora said with a serious expression.

"It's getting late. You better go to sleep." Roxas felt bad about not answering, but he didn't want to think about it. In a couple of days, once he was sure the wound wouldn't open up, Sora would leave once more, and everything would be back to normal.

He didn't mind being an all-powerful prisoner. He had been one since he was three… but the tale of academies, knights and friends he had heard once had made him crave for the outside, to see what freedom was. It gave him a wish, a dream.

And for that, he was forever indebted to Sora.


It was hot, too hot for an autumn night. Sora tried to move around a bit, hoping to release himself of the bed sheets, when a strong scent hit his nose. It made him think of something wild, but really calm at the same time. It was alluring, but extremely warm!

His eyes snapped open when he felt a pair of lips on his neck, nibbling on his collarbone and making him shiver.

Roxas continued down to his chest, probably still unaware that Sora was awake. He tried to say something to the blond, but all that came out were heavy breaths and low moans.

The mage finally looked up at the brunet, his shining eyes making him shiver. Roxas didn't say anything, just winked and enclosed his mouth over his nipple.

Sora gasped as the blond sucked, nibbled and pulled on the hardening nub, making him moan loudly. His hands found their way to Roxas' back, caressing his shoulders mindlessly as he switched to the other nipple.

Roxas' scent in his nose was too much. He pulled the other teen up, not caring anymore, and planted a heated kiss on his lips. Roxas responded immediately, and Sora could almost picture him smirking in triumph. The young mage went down on him again rubbing the growing bulge in the knight's undergarments. Sora felt heat pool on his cheeks along with his groin. Roxas looked at him again with a kind smile and lust ridden eyes.

"That's cute." He chuckled in a husky voice. "Do you want this?" He asked with such a concern in his voice that just made Sora melt. The brunet didn't seem to be able to talk, so he ended up just nodding enthusiastically. Roxas laughed a bit, but slipped his hand inside his underwear…


"Sora," The boy heard Roxas' voice. He just bucked his hips, trying to bring back the contact. "Sora," He turned around, wondering why the mage wasn't on top of him anymore. "Sora!"

The brunet opened his eyes, and saw Roxas completely dressed (which he found incredibly disappointing) and trying to shake him… or he would be, had the knight not caught his hand and tried to move it downwards.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Sora blushed as he let go of the blond's arm. Roxas also seemed to have a pink tone on his face, but retired his arm and looked away before Sora could confirm it.

"Don't worry… it's my fault." He said. Sora looked at him as if he had gone crazy. "Borrowed magic tends to make the person attracted to the source. If it is an object, they become obsessed with it. If it is a person…" He moved his hand in a circular motion and moved closer, as if asking Sora to complete the sentence. The brunet obliged happily.

"They become enamored with them?" He asked in a tone reminiscent of a dog wagging his tail. Roxas nodded and caressed his head to prove his point. The knight immediately began mewling and rubbing back. As soon as he took a few steps back, however, Sora's eyes widened. "Why… Why did I do that? Why didn't you tell me?" He demanded, embarrassed at his behavior.

"I didn't know." Roxas shrugged. "The attraction occurs randomly, it's not that common unless you use it often, which you haven't."

"Jerk," He glared at him while cursing himself for noting how well built he was.

"I'm sorry." His face was indeed red! Sora stared at him, forgetting his anger and grinning wickedly. "I just… didn't think it would happen."

"'S okay," Sora said, getting up the bed and closer to the blond, feeling dizzier each step. The mage gulped. "But you should make it up to me."

"H-How?" Roxas asked, looking around. Sora smiled. So Roxas could be cute too. He wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him.


Sora was not a difficult person to be around. Not in the slightest, but to Roxas it meant nothing, considering he was the only person he knew or even remembered. Was that why the forest brought him back? To make him happy?

He scoffed lightly as he turned the page of his book. There was no way Sora would be the one to make him happy. The boy was an adventurer; his heart couldn't be contained in a small house with a lover or family. He had to see the world. Even with his fascination with freedom, Roxas was content with what he had, and would be unable to follow him.

There was that other detail, too, but he didn't want to think about it. Not for now, at least.

"I'm back!" Sora smiled, carrying some wood for the fireplace. Roxas looked up from his book and nodded. Sora put the small logs down and sat next to him hugging him. "You missed me?" He asked, laughing.

After two days of doing nothing, Sora had decided to help Roxas around with some chores and odd jobs, making the mage's life easier and slightly harder to fill. He had more free time now, and after just three days of it he was going crazy.

"You were gone? I didn't notice." Sora pouted, but saw over the blond's shoulder to see what he was reading.

"Medic magic? What do you need that for?" He looked at the detailed illustration of a wizard with his palm extended over a man.

"I need to check on you." Roxas said, amused. "The magic I gave you should be waning by now, so I have to check if the darkness left your body."

"And if it hasn't you will… 'transfer' some more?" Sora smiled, flirtatious. Roxas blushed. He couldn't believe Sora. After seemingly accepting his newfound attraction to the blond, he had made it his goal to make him squirm and shiver as much as possible. Only the mage's level-headedness had made him able to resist such an attack. He sighed and used a simple transportation spell, dropping him on the bed. "Did it actually work?" The brunet asked, amazed. Roxas shook his head.

"You have to be lying down." He sighed before his palm acquired the blue glow described in the book. He held it close to Sora's chest and gave a quick scan. There was no trace of the darkness… and now that he thought about it, there was no more magic in his body, either.

Did that mean… the knight actually liked him?

"So… How am I?" Sora said awkwardly as the hand stopped glowing, but continued to hover an inch above his chest.

"Oh… you're fine. Completely cured, actually…" This was getting out of hand. Roxas couldn't become the boy's ball and chain. He couldn't, wouldn't do that to Sora. "You can go home tomorrow." He had to go to, forget him. He would continue life as he always did, and so would Sora. The brunet would never come back… the forest would make sure of that.

"I see…" Sora seemed as shocked as he was, but he had to keep strong. It was for his future happiness. "The king, Riku and Kairi must be worried, after all. I was supposed to be home a week ago."

"I… I'll pack some food for you." Roxas said. Sora nodded absentmindedly, looking at him but not paying attention.


"Be safe." Roxas told him as he handed him a bag with food and returned his compass. "Don't wander off and follow it." The night before, the blond had cast an extra spell to make the compass sensible to danger so he could avoid it. He smiled and hugged him.

"I'll be fine." He promised and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Besides, we'll see each other again! I'll visit you often, and I'll tell you all about the places I have been to!" The mage looked really miserable for a moment, and Sora frowned. "You okay?"

"Yeah," He smiled. "I will look forward to it." He ushered him so as to not lose any more daylight. Sora laughed and waved back until he could no longer see the meadow.

Twilight Forest was thankfully just a few hours away from Disney Castle, so he arrived before having to eat the bread he had in his bag.

As soon as he arrived and informed the King of his success he was cornered by his friends, who were glaring at him for worrying them. Kairi was promising to make a water spell so powerful not even a volcano could dry him off, while Riku repeatedly hit his head for his carelessness.

"What even happened to you?" He asked.

"I was attacked by something in the forest." He shrugged. Before his friends could worry anymore he held up his hands. "Don't worry, I was completely healed. Someone helped me!"

"Who?" The redhead asked, suspicious. Sora's face immediately scrunched in confusion, trying to remember the silhouette that had given him the bag that now hung on his room.

"I… can't remember… some kind of hermit, I think."

"You were probably out while he healed you." Riku said, letting go of it once he was sure his best friend was okay. Kairi just nodded in agreement, though somewhat uncertain.

"You don't even remember his name?"

"Actually… that is what I remember the least." He laughed awkwardly. His friends just rolled their eyes and blamed it on Sora being a ditz, but the brunet felt something different.

Why did it feel like he yearned something that didn't exist?


Roxas sighed as he dispelled the heating charm from his house. Soon enough, spring would come around, so it would be pretty much useless from then on. He had to start plowing the small patch of land in front of his porch and plant some vegetables. He wondered what kind of seeds to summon up first.

'Sora likes sweet potatoes…' He hit himself on the forehead for thinking about the brunet. He was gone, gone and never coming back.

He now craved freedom for a completely different reason. To be alongside that knight he felt so close to. However, it didn't matter anymore. Sora didn't remember him. He was a nobody, he didn't exist outside the Forest.

It was failsafe, a protection of sorts. He couldn't get attached to anything that didn't stay. That way, he guarded the forest while it kept him alive. But he couldn't forget Sora. Not after five months, not in a million years.

He stared at the empty patch of soil for another minute or two before he heard hurried footsteps near the meadow.

He got on guard, wondering who could be stupid enough to wander off this far into the forest by the end of winter. His eyes widened when a brunet knight in uniform came running towards him, the same travelling bag he had brought before slung across his shoulder. He panted for a bit before his eyes centered on Roxas.

"You… This is yours, right?" He took something out from the bag. It was a worn out book he thought he had lost some months ago… 'The Cursed Princess'… He nodded uncertainly as the boy in front of him grinned. "I remember taking it so I could visit you sooner."

Roxas just stared at Sora, surprised the brunet remembered so much. He wondered whether the magic he had given him had kept his memory, or there was another factor he wasn't taking into account.

"It's your favorite, isn't it?" Roxas nodded again. "Please talk to me. It's awkward enough, already."

"What is?" The mage looked at him directly, wanting to see his reaction to them the third time around. Sora didn't even blink.

"Your eyes are prettier than I thought," The blond flushed before he noticed something: the brunet was working on assumption, he didn't really remember him. "I… I'm not sure who you are. I don't even know your name, but… I know you're important to me. I know you feel very lonely, sometimes. I… I want to help you."

"There is nothing you can do." Roxas approached the knight and retrieved his book gently. "Unlike the princess, I can't be freed."

"I know that… somehow." He laughed. "I find myself knowing a lot of things I shouldn't."

"Then what do you expect?" The blond stared at him, making him fidget.

"You're… indebted to me, aren't you?" Sora asked curiously. Roxas nodded. "Then I have two requests. Fulfill them, and we'll be even."

"What do I have to do?" The mage sighed.

"Tell me your name." Roxas stared at him for almost a full minute before he answered. "Roxas, huh? I like it!" He scribbled it down on a piece of paper that seemed filled with fragmented memories of the Forest. "That way I'll never forget."

"Is it really that important?"

"Yes." He answered simply. He then took the blond's hand in his. "My second request: I don't know how often I can come here or how long it will take for me to remember each time, but… I want you to wait for me. I want you to wait for the moment when I can stay with you forever."

"That… is one of the stupidest requests to ask a mage." Roxas smiled at him. Sora smiled back. "But I guess I'll do it," The knight grinned. "Thank you, Sora."

"There's no need to thank me, I'm being a selfish jerk!" He declared cheerily before hugging him. "I really missed you, Roxas!"

"… Me, too."


This was an experiment to see if I could write some smut, not that good in my opinion (or even deserving to up the rating), but I had to start somewhere. Anyway, this is my longest one-shot yet, and that's good. It means I'll be able to come up with a multi-chaptered story soon! I'm so happy!

I'm kinda craving something taboo now (maybe Teacher/Student, Angel/Demon or some sort of incest). But I can't, for the life of me, come up with a good plot… Once I manage to come up with something, I'll write the storyboard right away! See you next time!