Axel arrived back at the lavish hotel at three in the morning. He slid his keycard in the elevator's locking mechanism and the large hunk of machinery roared to life, allowing him access to the penthouse suite in which he was staying for the next six months. When the metal doors slid open he casually strolled out of the lonesome elevator and looked around the even lonelier hallway. He sighed heavily, feeling the ghost of the blonde on his lips.
Soft hands wove their way into his hair. Her delicate fingers grazed over the skin of his cheeks gently on their way to his fiery locks. She exhaled deeply through those red, red lips before kissing him so chastely that he wondered if she had even kissed him at all. Axel resisted the urge to grab her and pull her on top of himself, rolling over on the couch and taking control of the little blonde holding his head tenderly. He forced himself to melt into the leather of the couch and keep his hands at his sides.
When she pulled away after a mere second Axel felt himself leaning toward her, trying to close the space between them once more. She bit her lip as she turned her head and gracefully lifted herself off of the couch. Axel let his hand trail down her arm, encircling her wrist with a feather-light grip. She turned her head to face him.
Her lacey red dress hung delicately off of her back. Her pale-white skin shimmered in the dim lighting of the secluded room, seemingly glowing with radiance. Axel imagined tracing his fingers along the lines of her shoulder blades, down the spine, on the edge of her dress, over those tantalizing hips…
The bad boy's eyes traveled from her lace to her lips. They were round, heart-shaped, and glossed to perfection. Her lipstick had stayed intact from her mere peck of a kiss, though Axel was sure there had to be some on his mouth. Her hair stayed in curls down the side of her face, framing her head as she turned her neck around to see the rock star. They were locked in each other's gaze before Roxie finally spoke.
"I'll give you back your money, Mine Herr." She averted her eyes from the tattooed man's. Something in her voice had shifted, and she was no longer the playful, teasing woman that Axel was becoming acquainted with.
"Why?" Axel stood up slowly, trying to get a look at her face. She turned away from him again and took her hand out of his reach.
"Because I'm not the kind of girl you want to waste your money on," Roxie confessed, heading for the door.
"You're my type of girl. I already told you that." Axel explained, walking the few feet to catch up with her. He grabbed her shoulder as lightly as possible, turning her around. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed how her eyes were welling up with tears. "Roxie?" He questioned.
"You have stay away from me..." The singer whimpered softly. "I can't be your type of girl." She escaped from his grasp and moved swiftly out the door.
Axel recalled the events of the night as he took off his shoes after unlocking the door to the main room of the suite. The shared common space between his and Riku's rooms was almost as large as most houses; it came complete with a full kitchen, two full baths, a full living and dining room, and even a small reading nook that neither of them really used. There were two master suites connected to the large common area that Riku and Axel occupied. Both of those were furnished with large California king sized beds, living areas, a master bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub, and a mini kitchenette. They could have lived there forever, though they only needed to stay six months while they worked on that damn biography.
How am I going to work with her every day if she can't make up her mind? One minute she's so into me, the next she's running out the door… Axel shook his head and tried not to think about the blonde anymore. She seemed to be filling his thoughts far more often than he'd like to admit, and that was never a problem the tattooed man had. It was so easy for him to shove people in and out of his life, and easier yet to do so in his head. That blonde had her fifteen minutes of fame in Axel's world, so why wasn't she ancient history?
Why was she crying? He rolled his eyes when he caught himself thinking about her again as he poured himself a bowl of cereal from their kitchen's pantry. Cut it out, Andrus. You're being ridiculous. She's just some girl, after all. Some girl who doesn't matter.
Axel snorted and rolled his eyes at his own foolish thoughts. You're hopeless, Andrus. You know for a fact that she's testing you, toying with you, and playing you. Only a girl who has something to hide doesn't tell you her secrets. Axel reminded himself that Roxie Hart was proving to be more private about her life than he had ever known a girl to be. Women were dying for the chance to win him over, eagerly jumping to bite his bait. Roxie, though, was swimming in the opposite direction as fast as she could, and no matter how many times Axel tried to reel her in, she evaded his attempts like a master.
She was elusive, beautiful, and possibly quite dangerous to the red-head's health. The tattooed man knew better than to get involved with a girl who could possibly outsmart him, and Roxie seemed like the kind of woman who could give him a run for his money if she really tried. No matter how much he told himself he shouldn't bother with her, that he should just move on and find a new pretty girl to divert his attention toward, he couldn't shake the feeling that he wouldn't have as much fun.
Because truth be told, Axel was having an absolute blast. Roxie was a delight to be around. Her charm, her wit, and her effortless perfection were drawing Axel in quickly. She smiled brighter, danced harder, and sang sweeter than any other girl he had ever met. There had to be some merit to that, didn't there? She was different from the other girls. She had substance. Axel didn't know what that substance was since the little blonde wouldn't tell him, but he was going to find out.
You just have to make her crack. You haven't been trying hard enough. She ran from the room because you don't have a good enough hold on her. Make her want you, Andrus. It's what you're good at!
The table felt too big with no one else sitting down to eat. Axel took his fresh bowl over to the tiny reading nook. The beautiful wooden desk seemed too strange for their modern and new-age hotel room. All of the furniture was either black or white, and the theme of the suite was centered on the idea of simplistic beauty. A lot of glass, a lot of multi-functionality pieces. The reading nook, however, was completely different. It was nearly hidden from the rest of the suite by the wall of bookcases that was opposite of Axel. The desk was against the wall and the chair he was sitting in was adjacent to it. All of the book nook was warm and inviting, filled with rich fabrics, natural woods, and dusty old books. Axel turned his nose up at the library smell it had.
Why would she tell me that I have to stay away from her? The red head gave up on trying to refocus his mind. No matter how hard he tried, that vivacious little blonde wasn't going anywhere. Why did she bother getting my attention in the first place? Axel sighed and pursed his lips. Roxie Hart was proving more troublesome than he thought; but damn, did he ever love the chase.
Roxie ran into the dressing room and frantically gathered her things after bolting from the private room. She hid her face from the other performers that were finally packing up for the night. She didn't want to give an explanation as to why her make-up was smudging with fresh tears.
You're disgusting.
"Shut up!" Roxie hissed to herself as quietly as possible. She threw several brushes and a few different types of powder into her make-up bag.
You're a disgusting freak of nature.
"That's not true…" Roxie timidly reassured herself in a whisper before running out of the dressing room.
He'll never want you once he knows.
By the time she made it outside the Cabaret the blonde had managed to rein in her emotions enough to grab a cab. She always took a taxi home on Friday nights. Sora never waited around for her, knowing she'd be at the Cabaret, trapped in that room, until whomever she was with felt like they got their money's worth. She faintly hoped that Sora would still be awake when she got home. It was earlier than usual, anyway.
She tried desperately to compose herself as the city's lights whizzed past her from the back seat of the taxi. Roxie was normally a very sensible girl. She knew better than to get herself caught up in trouble like this, but there was something about Axel Andrus that had her in a tight spot. She was interested in him, there was no doubting that, but she also knew that falling for a guy like that would leave her torn apart. If there was one thing she couldn't afford, it was to lose what little sanity she had acquired in the last six months.
She paid the cabby and ran up the concrete stairs leading to the building. She stepped inside the lobby and hurried over to the mailbox, wondering what she and the brunet had forgotten to pick up. When she turned the key and opened the little box, she sucked in a breath of air. She grabbed the envelopes and hurried up the three flights of stairs it took for her to reach the apartment. She unlocked the door and slammed it closed behind her.
"Sora?" She called out hopefully, expecting her best friend to respond. The apartment was silent in return. "Sor-rah?" She tried again, heading the short distance to his room. She found it empty and frowned, wondering where he could be. It wasn't like him to go out without telling her, but maybe he was at his parent's house or Kairi's place. Rox could have laughed at the idea of Sora spending the night at Kairi's if it were any other night, and she would have kicked her heels up on the coffee table in a fit of rebellious freedom, knowing the brunet wasn't home to scold her. Tonight, however, she was slipping fast into a fit of nervousness and twirled her fingers in her hair to display it.
She closed her eyes in apprehension as she grabbed the envelopes she had taken from the mailbox. Do I even dare? Roxie thought to herself in fear. Normally Sora opened the mail. He assumed the responsibility out of obligation for the first few months of Roxie being "home". Sora had taken on a lot of her responsibilities while she was gone, and even when she came back. He had never asked for anything in return…
She opened the first letter and quickly skimmed the page of information before dropping it to the ground. She tore into the second letter and let it fall to its fate the same as the one before.
Every single bill fluttered to the ground before Roxie finally felt the tears staining her cheeks.
That's so much money… She gulped down a lump in her throat and jumped up from the couch, not wanting to think about the numbers she had just seen staring back at her in bold, red print. She raced into the bathroom. I just need to clear my head… A shower would do her good.
It was always the same whenever Roxie felt herself slipping. She'd begin to panic, to break down, and the fastest way she could compose herself was by pretending nothing was wrong in the first place. She didn't need to cry anymore. That part of her life was over. She was safe now.
She took a washcloth and dabbed an end of it in her make-up remover. She rubbed her face with the rag and watched as Roxie melted away in front of her. She removed the bobby pins from her hair and let the wig rest on the counter before tearing the cap off as well.
Roxas looked at himself in the mirror and watched helplessly as his body shook. He leaned against the bathroom counter, clutching the edge so tightly his knuckles turned white. He slowly unzipped the side of his dress and watched as it fell to the ground around his ankles. He felt so naked without the straps clinging to his shoulders.
There he was. Roxas Hart. Without all the make-up his face seemed so pale. Without the wig, his hair seemed so crazy. Without the dress, his chest looked so bare. Tears streamed down his face and hit the floor much like the bills he had left behind the closed bathroom door. This was who he was. He was always so caught up in the act that he couldn't remember his roots. He was a man. He was a woman, too, but when it came down to it at the end of the night, his name was Roxas and he couldn't forget who he was. What had he been thinking, kissing Axel like that?
He. Won't. Want. You. No one will ever want you.
"Stop it," Roxas said out loud while staring at himself. He could feel the blackness pooling around his heart and threatening to spread. It was a feeling he knew all too well. He focused on his face and refused to break eye contact. He could get through this. He was stronger now. He'd changed.
You're broken. You're broken. You're broken.
"I'm beautiful." Roxas wiped away his tears and smiled at himself sheepishly in the mirror. "You can't hurt me anymore. I won't let you." He spoke out loud to one man in particular. He slowly lowered his underwear, staring at himself once more. He used to cry every time. It was so much easier now. "I'll never let you hurt me again." He took a deep breath and walked away from the mirror. He exited the bathroom, picked up the envelopes, and placed them on the counter where they belonged. He was stronger now. He was so much stronger now.
Riku closed the door behind himself as he entered the main area to the hotel suite. He looked around the ultra-modern entryway and stepped forward toward the living room, peeking his head around the corner of the wall. So far there was no sign of Axel anywhere, which was good. He was trying to keep his little arrangement with a certain burnet a secret, after all.
He grabbed Sora's hand and gently guided him into the living room. Sora once again marveled at the high-end furniture and simplistic design. The only place he'd been in that was this expensive was his office building, and CityRise was starting to pale in comparison to how beautiful the hotel suite truly was.
They tip-toed across the main room and barely made it to Riku's door when Axel's began to open. The silveret practically threw the brunet inside and shut it behind him, but not before Kida could escape through the gap. The husky ran through the main room, excitedly clambering after the red head who was headed toward the kitchen. He raised an eyebrow at Riku, who was standing next to his door in the dark suspiciously.
"Whatcha doin'?" Axel wondered aloud while digging some ice cream out of the freezer. Larxene had taken it upon herself to fill their kitchen with all of their essentials: pizza, beer, ice cream, and barbeque wings. They may have been billionaires, but they were men, after all.
"I could say the same for you. Are you going to put that in a bowl, or just shovel it into your mouth with your hands?" Riku mentioned the fact that Axel had removed the lid from the ice cream and was stabbing it with his spoon, scooping up mouthfuls and ramming it in.
"I had a rough night." He rolled his eyes and animatedly flicked the spoon around before taking another bite of ice cream.
"Want to talk about it?" Riku asked while moving to reign in his excited dog. Axel waved him away, though, and motioned for Kida to stand up next to him. She happily placed her paws on the counter and peeked her head over the edge, sniffing around for any scraps Axel may have left lying around. He pat her on the head and scratched between her ears.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I'm borrowing your dog, though." Axel smirked in the silveret's direction. "She makes for far better silent company." He gave her another pat and she barked in response, seemingly aware that she was being praised and Riku was explicitly not.
"If you wanted silence you shouldn't have spent the night at a Cabaret," Riku suggested before turning to go into his room. "You're sure you're okay?" He repeated himself.
"You know I'd tell you if I wasn't. You're all I've got, Riku, for all that's worth." Axel let the backhanded compliment do its job as a dismissal. Riku smiled softly and got the hint.
"I'll come to get her when I want her back, okay? Until then she's all yours, bathroom trips included." Riku pointed at the redhead, making sure he was clear. Axel held his hands up in defense and saluted.
"Yes, Sir!" He and the Husky walked back into his personal suite on the other side of the main living area. Riku sighed and quickly darted inside his door, locking it behind himself.
When he turned around he found Sora sitting patiently on the couch in the living space, his legs bouncing up and down and his hands wringing themselves around and around. He sighed once more before taking off his shoes and walking toward the obviously anxious brunet.
"You're doing that thing you always used to do." Riku casually mentioned before coming up behind Sora and placing his hands on the smaller man's shoulders gently.
"No, I'm not." Sora immediately became defensive of his habits. He tensed under the silveret's touch.
"Of course you are. Look at you, you're a nervous wreck." Riku slowly began to knead at Sora's tightened back muscles, working his fingers against the pent-up anxiety.
"I-I am not." Sora stuttered, betraying himself. He swore under his breath and tried to stop his legs from bouncing.
"Sora, you're doing that thing you do when you're scared. You tense up, you bounce your legs, and you can't stop fidgeting with your hands." Riku pointed out in a tone that Sora couldn't quite put his finger on. It sounded almost… fond? "I knew you inside and out for three years. Don't try and tell me you're not nervous." Riku chuckled softly before finally working his fingers enough so that Sora's shoulders relaxed. The rest of him remained as tight, but it was a start.
"Okay, so I'm a little nervous." Sora admitted sheepishly. "But how can you not be?!" He exclaimed defensively. "We haven't had sex together in ten years." The brunet reminded the rock-star.
"It's like riding a bike, Sora. You don't really forget how to do it. Besides, it's not like I'm requiring all that much out of you." Riku laughed and grabbed the brunet's hand, leading him away from the living area. Sora tried to hide the fact that his legs were a little wobbly.
"What does that mean?" He inquired as he let himself be dragged inside the high-tech bathroom. The counters were completely black with sinks built directly into the stone. The faucets came out of the wall and hovered above in all their chrome glory. Sora raised an eyebrow at the dim lighting coming from the heat lamps in the ceiling and let his feet enjoy the heated stone floor. He was standing in the lap of luxury.
"It means that we'll work our way up to the crazy stuff. We'll start out simple first; give ourselves a chance to remember everything about each other." Riku smiled at him while continuing to move toward the shower.
"I don't know if remembering everything about one another is a good idea…" Sora back tracked, wiggling his way out of the Silveret's grasp.
"You're so afraid of everything from the past. You need to relax, West." The rock star sauntered his way toward the smaller man and wrapped his hands around his waist slowly. He splayed his fingers open wide so that he could grab more of the brunet's toned muscle.
"I know, I'm sorry; it's just that I haven't really prostituted myself out before, so I'm a little bit iffy on the logistics of having completely detached and meaningless sex with someone I used to be in love with." Sora replied sarcastically. He decided not to evade the Silveret's attempt to hold him, though, and stayed in his embrace. There was no sense in fighting it anymore. This was happening. He couldn't decide whether or not he wanted it to happen, but it was happening none the less.
"Just pretend we're in love if that makes it easier." Riku suggested playfully.
"You're an idiot." Sora snorted and leaned his head back to laugh, exposing his neck. Riku took the opportunity to warm the brunet up to the idea of sleeping with him by attacking his neck with kisses. "Ah! Riku!" Sora shifted as he continued to laugh, half out of surprise and half because it tickled.
"What?" The Silveret purred as he placed more kisses down Sora's neck.
"Errm…" Sora's breath hitched as Riku nibbled on a tender spot. "Stop it!"
"Really? Because I'm pretty sure you weren't saying that at the Cabaret, which, may I remind you, is where you jumped me." The rock star moved his kisses from Sora's neck to his jaw line.
"You pissed me off." Sora panted, clinging to Riku's shoulders to stay standing.
"So that's how I can get you into bed? By making you angry with me?" Riku slowly started walking them toward the shower.
"You're a double idiot." Sora smiled as he said it, tilting his head so that Riku couldn't get to his neck while they walked.
"A double idiot, eh? That's real mature. How old are you; twelve? Not only am I gay, but apparently a pedophile. The tabloids will have a field day." The Silveret chuckled as he slowly snuck his hands underneath Sora's shirt. He felt the brunet tense up and softly kissed his forehead. "Relax. I'm not going to do anything you won't like."
"I know…" Sora sounded uneasy as Riku lifted his shirt up and over the brunet's head. Riku took off his own shirt and then gently put his hands on Sora's face.
"Sora, I'm not forcing you to do this. If at any time you want to stop, just tell me, and I will. I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" Riku reassured him, sincerity oozing into his voice.
Sora took a moment to process the Silveret's words. I'm not forcing you to do this… of course he is! If I don't I can kiss that book, the money, and the Cabaret good-bye! Well… I guess he doesn't actually know that I need the money to save the Cabaret. He just thinks I'm doing this for my own personal gain. He thinks I can back out any time I want to. But I can't… other people are counting on me. Roxie, Cloud, and Leon all need me to do this. I can do it for them. I have to. I have no choice.
"…Okay." Sora mustered up all of his courage and slammed his lips into the Silveret's.
They stumbled backward into the shower and Riku closed the glass door behind them as they continued to smash their faces together. Their bare chests pressed against one another and Sora couldn't help but enjoy it due to the fact that it was moderately freezing in the bathroom. The matter got worse when Riku reached behind him and turned the water on full spray, drenching himself and the brunet.
"What was that for!?" Sora practically screamed when the water hit his bare skin. The Silveret laughed and pulled him closer, standing directly underneath the now warm spray.
"Oh no, our clothes got all wet! Looks like we'll have to take them off!" He immediately began tugging at Sora's sweatpants. The fabric clung to the brunet's legs as Riku shimmied them downward.
Sora was anxious for this part. It wasn't like Riku hadn't seen him naked before, and if anything he had gotten more attractive since the last time Riku had seen him naked, so why was he nervous? The Silveret was obviously doing everything in his power to make him more comfortable, which describing as appreciated would go as an understatement in Sora's book, but yet the brunet couldn't hide the blush on his cheeks as Riku finally pulled all of his clothing off.
"I can do most of it myself, but you kind of have to step out of them…" Riku looked up at Sora from his squatting position at the bottom of the massive shower. The Silveret then shook Sora's pants to make the point that he couldn't finish getting them off if the brunet didn't pay attention and move. Sora, though completely aware of what Riku was asking him, stared blankly at the rock star, unable to move, or think, or even breathe, really. He just stared like a nervous, suddenly frozen fish, gasping for air.
"Okaaaaaaaay," Riku raised an eyebrow at the author and sighed. "Sora, you're getting all weird on me. Sora? Sora, are you even listening?" Riku waved his hand back and forth, trying to get the brunet's attention. Sora continued to be a strange, oddly human shaped sea creature while his mouth involuntarily gasped for air.
Riku (fed up with the fact that the ridiculously attractive Sora West was naked in front of him for the first time in ten years and suddenly forgot how to use any and all brain function) picked the brunet up and kicked his clothes out from underneath him into a corner of the shower. Sora squealed in surprise at the sudden upward velocity and wrapped his arms around Riku's neck in order to protect himself from a slippery and glass-door filled death, should the Silveret lose his footing.
"Back to the land of the living, eh?" Riku smiled softly and stared at Sora's face mere inches from his own. The brunet bit his lip and blushed in embarrassment.
"I may have panicked a little bit." He confessed, keeping his arms wrapped around the taller man as Riku set him down on the tile of the shower. Sora had to admit that it was the largest and nicest shower he had ever been in; it could easily fit another person besides just the two of them.
"I noticed." Riku sighed and reached behind the author for a bottle. "It'll be alright, Sora." The brunet shifted so he wasn't in the way of the Silveret's arms.
"What are you doing?" He asked warily, ducking underneath his reach and moving to the other side of the shower. He tried his best not to be shy about being completely naked, but with Riku fully clothed it was still intimidating.
"I figured we'd take the time to familiarize ourselves with each other's new physiques." Riku explained, holding a bottle of expensive body wash.
"You often wash your pants with exfoliating soap?" Sora mentioned the fact that the Silveret was still partially dressed.
"No, not often. But I figured that since I undressed you, you'd want to return the favor." He winked suggestively and stood for the brunet to easily reach.
Sora sucked down his fear and hid it somewhere inside himself between his lungs and his stomach. Holding his breath (while still trying to seem as collected as possible) he reached out and took hold of the Silveret's compression shorts. He felt the tight elastic against his fingers and a wave of heat ran through him. Part of him was dying to see what was underneath.
He slowly pulled down the fabric and watched in excitement as water ran down the pale skin he revealed. Once Riku's clothes were completely off he kicked them into the corner to reside with Sora's.
"Who goes first?" Sora questioned when he rose to his feet. The Silveret stared at him with a look of lust before reaching into his pants pocket on the tile. He took out a quarter and showed it to the brunet.
"We'll flip for it?" Riku asked.
"I didn't realize that billionaires carried around loose change." Sora laughed, feeling some of his fear ebb away the longer they stood under the hot spray of the shower. The dim lighting in the room really did wonders for both of their appearances.
"You'll come to find that I'm very bad at being a billionaire." Riku chuckled deeply. "Okay, so heads and I go first, tails you go first?"
"Sounds fair to me. Flip it." Sora urged, eager to move on with the process. He watched as the shiny coin spun in the air and then landed in Riku's palm. He flipped it over onto the back of his hand and revealed the face. It had come up heads.
"Guess that's me, huh?" Riku practically purred, throwing the quarter back into the pile of discarded clothes. Sora felt his breath leave his chest in anticipation. He watched uneasily as Riku grabbed the bottle once more, poured some of the delicious smelling soap into his hands (Sora recognized the scent as Riku's designer brand of cologne and men's products, which had probably made the Silveret a small fortune), and rubbed them together, creating a soft lather which he then placed on Sora's shoulders. He smoothed some of the soap around before gently guiding the brunet out of the shower's spray.
"I'll get cold," He started to complain before Riku silenced him with a light nibble on his ear from behind.
"I promise I'll warm you up." The Silveret whispered before trailing his hands down Sora's back, resulting in the smaller man shivering.
It had been so long since Sora had been touched intimately. His caramel skin danced underneath Riku's every touch, coming alive at the Silveret's fingertips. He leaned his head back and sighed as Riku wrapped his hands around to the front of his body, pushing upward toward the brunet's throat. With his fingers splayed and palms forcibly moving their way across his flesh, Sora could feel the power radiating from the taller man's touch. There was a sense of desperation coming from the way Riku was gliding over his features, never touching anything too crude, but instead focusing on kneading his way over the brunet's wiry arms, toned legs, and taught back.
The gentleness of his fingers combined with the powerful strokes of his palms had Sora moaning. There was a part of him that wanted to stop his body from reacting the way it was. He wanted to run out of that bathroom screaming and never look back; but his mind's thoughts were pushed aside with every new touch as Riku explored his tanned skin. He was lost in a world of his own when the Silveret reached his hand around from behind and touched Sora's member, grasping it and slowly stroking.
The brunet gasped and then felt himself limply lean against Riku's form as the Silveret continued to touch him. Riku leaned one hand against the tile wall of the shower, letting both of their bodies be covered in the spray of the water. He kissed the smaller man's neck softly as he let his fingertips graze the soft flesh of Sora's erection. The brunet moaned and leaned further into his chest, clutching the back of Riku's legs for support. The Silveret felt fingers dig into his muscles as he began pumping Sora more feverishly and biting the brunet's neck and trailing toward his ear.
"Ngggh… Riku!" Sora called out, steadying himself against the taller man's frame as his vision began clouding. The Silveret felt a bit dirty using his secret weapon from when they were dating. There were two things Sora went crazy over: Leather and his ears. There was no faster way to turn the brunet on than a quick little nibble or even a soft, tantalizing lick. Hell, even the heat from Riku's breath on the side of his neck was enough to make Sora purr, but when teeth grazed his skin he was completely gone. The Silveret had a sneaking suspicion that his preferences hadn't changed much over the years, and so far he was half right. He'd have to wait to find out if the brunet still loved leather as much as he used to…
Sora mewled as Riku mercilessly touched him, alternating between feverishly fast pumps and agonizingly slow touches. Sora's hands had long since left the Silveret's legs and had traveled upward, wrapping themselves around Riku's neck. The two of them stood interlocked, Riku's front pressed against Sora's back as they clung together desperately. The shower drenched them with warm, inviting water as the brunet's breathing hitched and he began sputtering for words.
"Gonna…" Sora tried to talk, warning the Silveret, but Riku couldn't have cared less. He grasped Sora's member tightly, pumping furiously as the brunet struggled to hold back his orgasm. He couldn't hold on any longer, though, and with a low moan Sora came into the spray of the shower, letting all of his weight rest against Riku in his moment of bliss.
The Silveret treasured the seconds that Sora collapsed against him, shaking in pleasure as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. Riku could feel all of the brunet's muscles tense and twitch while Sora struggled to stay standing. He supported the smaller man with his other free hand while moving them closer to the tiled wall. He used his hand to gently guide Sora's, which had been laced in his silver hair, out and toward the wall of the shower. The brunet shook slightly as he placed his palms on the tile, leaning into the wall. Riku used his foot to nudge Sora's legs apart slightly, then took a step back to admire the view.
Sora, spread with his hands and legs apart, ass out, and chest dipped in, was pure perfection. Every curve and every angle was exactly how Riku remembered it to be, or even better now that the brunet had an improved body. The dimples on his back had little pools of water in them from where it had run down his golden skin, and Riku could barely resist the urge to take him right then and there he looked so damn delicious.
"Riku?" Sora's breath sounded needy as he panted the Silveret's name. The rock star did his best to keep from moaning at the sound of that voice calling out for him.
"Do you want me to take you?" The billionaire moved his face so that it was a mere inch from the brunet's ear. His voice was low and scratchy as he spoke. Sora shivered and turned his head to face Riku's own. He stared into blazing sea foam eyes and bit his lip.
"Y-yes." Sora closed his eyes and felt his breath slip from his body. Riku smirked triumphantly and reached for the lube he had stashed in the shower in a moment of wishful thinking that he hadn't really dreamed would ever come to light, and slathered some onto his fingers. He felt a rush of excitement go through him as he used his left hand to trail down Sora's ass, spreading him. The brunet sucked in air in anticipation, shifting his weight a bit on his legs.
Riku slipped in a finger and reveled in the feeling of tightness. His cock twitched at the thought of that pressure surrounding him, pushing against his own flesh, sliding across his member…
Sora gasped at the intrusion and wished desperately that he had something to cling to. The wall provided him with a solid surface to push against as Riku entered him deeper, stretching him in ways he hadn't felt for a long time. It had been years since someone had him this way, and Sora had forgotten just how good it felt. Another finger slipped in and slowly Sora adjusted, letting Riku scissor back and forth.
The Silveret felt his breathing pick up as anticipation nearly killed him. He wanted Sora to enjoy himself, though, and if he didn't prep the brunet correctly it'd be a nightmare and he'd never want to come back. He only had six months to enjoy this, and he was going to do it right, as horrible as waiting was. He slipped a third finger in, listening to the brunet hiss. He stretched and pulled and relished the feeling against his fingers, wishing it was a different part of him pushing inside the smaller man. After a minute he pulled his digits out and hovered over Sora, touching his member against the smaller man's entrance.
The brunet bit his lip at the feeling of Riku's length pressing against him. Flashes of memories came across his vision: He and Riku in his bed, on the dresser, on the floor. He remembered this feeling, the calm before the storm, and suddenly he couldn't wait any longer. He could feel something coiling with-in, pulling tightly in his stomach, and in order to release it he pressed his hips backward, feeling the Silveret press inside him.
Riku's imagination had supplied him with years' worth of dreams about having his way with Sora. Nothing he could have ever thought up compared to the reality of feeling the brunet surrounding him with unimaginable heat. Riku groaned as he pushed inside, slipping in easily at Sora's demanding thrust. He listened as the brunet moaned in delight, shifting his hips ever so slightly so that he became accustomed to the feeling of Riku inside him. As he shifted, the billionaire's member hit that spot and blasted stars into Sora's vision.
"Riku!" He cried out, and with only the spray of the water for background noise, his voice echoed throughout the bathroom, ringing in the Silveret's ears. He took the cry of pleasure as a sign that Sora was ready for him to move. He slowly pulled back out of the smaller man, grasping his hips for leverage, and then pushed himself back inside, ramming in with incredible force. Sora gasped at the quickness of Riku's thrust, biting his lip to keep from screaming out again.
The rhythm continued, Riku pulling out of the brunet agonizingly slowly and then ramming in as hard as he could, slamming into Sora's prostate each time. The brunet was soon reduced to a panting, moaning, and screaming mess as the Silveret ravaged his body and took him for his own. Sora's frantic repetition of Riku's name had him slipping up his controlled motions, forgetting all about the tantalizing exploits of teasing the smaller man. He couldn't take the heat anymore, slamming in and out as fast and as deeply as he could.
Sora shook with the force of each thrust and moaned each time Riku pulled out, missing the feeling of being completely filled. He could feel his inside tightening and a fire burning hotter as each thrust took hold of him. He desperately grabbed at the wall, wishing he could wind his fingers through the Silveret's hair. He wanted something to hold onto as Riku fucked him crazy.
The Silveret dug his nails into the brunet's hips as he shoved them forward and backward with each pounding slam into Sora. Both men could barely contain their noises as Sora moaned and called out the Silveret's name and Riku growled each time the brunet's voice filled his ears. The shower sprayed down on them, washing away the sweat from their bodies as Riku sped up his thrusts even more. Sora, completely overwhelmed by the new rhythm, arched his back even more are Riku hit his prostate so hard he practically screamed.
"Oh my god… Oh my god! Riku, I'm gonna… nnnngh, Riku," The smaller man practically melted as he came- hard. The rock star felt his temporary lover unwinding from the inside and groaned as Sora tightened around him. He thrust in as deeply as he could, spilling himself inside the brunet. They collapsed to the ground in the shower, Sora landing with Riku still inside him on top of the rockstar. For a moment they rode out their orgasms together, coiled around each other. They caught their breath under the hot spray.
"Holy shit…" Riku ran a hand through his hair and gently moved the brunet to the side, reluctantly sliding out of him. Sora frowned at the empty feeling and sat up underneath the shower's spray. He vaguely noticed that the nozzle had LED lights shining faintly on his skin.
"That's new." He pointed upward and Riku chuckled, sitting up to face him.
"We bumped it by accident." He showed Sora the switch on the tile wall that they had pressed up against while fucking. The brunet stared at it with his head cocked to the side, wondering when he had touched it. Riku stared at him, though, marveling in the adorable sight.
"Oh." Sora mumbled. He looked at himself, clean and sparkling (if not a bit pruney from being in the water so long), and suddenly realized just how dirty he felt. He had just been fucked senseless by someone other than his fiancé. He had screamed Riku's name for practically all of the city to hear.
"You okay?" Riku noticed the shift from playful confusion in Sora's expression to a suddenly cloudy look. The brunet tried to stand up but wobbled on his legs. The rock star jumped to his aid, helping him to his feet.
"Yeah. I should go." Sora mentioned as casually as he could. He frowned at his clothes in the corner and Riku did his best to smile even though he knew something was wrong.
"Borrow something of mine. It's not like I'll never see you again, right?" He hadn't meant to sound so accusatory, or needy, for that matter. Riku mentally smacked himself. The Silveret's conscience berated him. It's only for a little while. Just until he realizes we're meant for each other…
"Right." Sora agreed, walking out of the shower. Riku grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his smaller form, loving the contrast of the white against his tan skin. Sora clung to the fabric around him, hugging it tightly as Riku guided him to one of his dressers. He gave the brunet a pair of sweatpants (he had nearly a thousand) and a v-neck to wear. Both were a little bit too big on the smaller man, but a surge of warmth went through Riku as he looked at Sora wearing his clothes.
"Well, thanks." Sora awkwardly half-waved at the Silveret and practically dashed toward the door. Riku made sure the coast was clear and that Axel was still in his bedroom before letting Sora out of his section of the penthouse. He watched, disappointed, as Sora scurried his way out of the shared hotel space and through the door, out of view.
Authors Note:
I don't own Kingdom Hearts, the characters of Kingdom Hearts, or the ideas from Kingdom hearts.
I also do not own any music lyrics used in chapters.
