A/N: I decided I don't care. I have all my stories on my computer, and oh well if I lose reviews, I just want to read what people think and they won't review unless I post it here. So there we are. Also, we all know that it is horseshit that smut shouldn't be posted. So screw the email stuff and here's the story!

Do not read if boy/boy sex offends you, because it will be present here. I don't know why you were reading in the first place if you don't like BL, but whatever. Here we go.

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There is an island, on which there is a street, on which there is a quaint, two story house. In this house, on the second floor, two boys are doing things their mothers probably wouldn't agree with them doing, if only because they are both somewhat overprotective.

Tongues, lips, teeth, skin... Touch, kiss, scratch. Just feel.

It feels good.

Sora pulls one of his legs down from around Riku's hip as he sits up, mouth still pressed wetly against his best friend's. His hands run, scratching lightly across the pale boy's back.

A moan, and then a breathy Sora whispered into the brunette's ear gives him greater confidence, and as Riku's hands slide up from the tops of Sora's thighs (god but he was so close to where he wanted him) toward his torso, pulling off his shirt, Sora can't think too well anymore.

Because the last time they were shirtless together was different. Last time it was as friends, swimming together, maybe just laying in the sun.

But now flat, hard chest is pressed against flat, hard chest, the skin soft and the friction delicious as Riku pulls the smaller boy into his lap, running his tongue and lips from shoulder to neck, feeling the delighted reaction as the brunette's nipples tighten and plead with Riku for more, more, more.

And the silver-haired boy is smirking, capturing Sora's lips once again and rolling him on his back. The kiss on the mouth is moving down, to Sora's chin, neck, chest, everywhere. The brunette is panting, arching into every kiss that moves down his body, every lick that sears the nerves of his skin. And he is achingly hard, god is he hard.

That tongue has found his belly button, and Sora doesn't know whether to giggle (though he totally doesn't giggle, because that wouldn't be manly), or to groan in frustration. He opts for the latter, and his belly button is immediately attacked with an onslaught of thrusting, swirling licks, in and out.

Riku watches Sora melt bellow him, his eyes glowing devious in the dark room as they meet Sora's half-lidded gaze. He lets his mouth meet the sparse, gentle brown hairs that lead to the button of Sora's pants.

The belt unlatches, under shaking yet nimble hands, but is left there, and Sora watches as Riku stops, crawling up and over the body of the boy beneath him, dipping low at the end so their chests meet just as their mouths do.

"Sora... You have no idea..."

The brunette smiles gently, rolling his hips up into the boy above him.

"I do, Riku," He says, nipping gently at Riku's ear, hoping it's as sensitive as his own, "You have no idea."

At this it's almost as if something in Riku freezes, and he looks incredulously down at his best friend.

"Sora, didn't you only just figure out you were gay?"

Sapphire blue eyes look at Riku in a way that suggests he believes the other to be an idiot. "What's your point, Riku?"

Riku grunts at Sora, the warm breath messing up sex-mussed hair, "Well I've been gay and in love with your idiot self for years. So the point here is, obviously, that you have no idea."

Sora looks dumbfounded, but then just smiles up at his entirely-too-serious best friend.

"Riku, do you seriously always have to win?"

Sora's smile widens as Riku laughs.

"Yes, Sora. Yes, I do."

Words? What words? They're lost as mouths become preoccupied with open-mouthed kisses, licks, nips, bites, sensation.

As Riku descends again on Sora, his hands nervously find their way to the unlatched belt resting on the brunette's pants. The belt buckle in hand, he pulls it through the loops as Sora raises his hips.

And god look at him. Tan skin, skinny hips, lean build... the trail of hairs leading to something far more dangerous outlined through the thin fabric of pants. Riku can't believe his luck.

The silver-haired boy's mouth is back at Sora's ear, breathing gently into it, nipping the lobe, absorbing the mewls of the younger boy like the pure sex they represent; but a question lingers.

"Sora... Is it okay?"

To make his point, his hand ghosts across the brunette's straining erection, only for a moment as his hand returns to the snap at his pants.

Fuck.

A gasping, sputtered "Yes!" is heard, and a pale hand hesitates for only a second more before the button is gone, and the zip is down.

Riku's eyes never leave Sora's face as he traces the tip through the barrier of Sora's boxers. The eyes, half-closed, staring straight into his; the mouth, lightly open and panting; the lips looking violated and swollen; and a lust flavored blush splayed across Sora's cheeks, all only make Riku that much more eager.

"Sora..." He whispers again, watching that face intently as his hand only gently encases the still cloth-covered shaft. "Sora... I'm going to make you come for me."

And that is where Sora's mind shuts down, and he is lost in the pleasure his Riku is about to give him.

Lips are pushed together again, hot, hard, and nearly graceless. Sora pushes roughly against his best friend's mouth, lost in the heat between their bodies, the feeling of Riku above him, sweating lightly as the intensity of their kiss increases exponentially.

And then Sora's mouth is left alone, Riku sitting back on his knees and looking at the brunette laid out on the floor before him.

Sora sat on the floor, shirtless, sitting up on his elbows, pants half down, erection straining against a pair of boxers covered in rubber duckies (and he made fun of Riku's puppies?), legs apart and waiting for Riku to come back to him.

Riku smirks at him slyly, pulling off Sora's shoes and yanking his pants down the remainder of the way. His eyes stay on Sora's, even as he runs his hands under the boxers up to the soft skin where thighs meet hips, brushing his thumbs over the beginnings of the slightly more rough hairs.

"Fuck... Ri-ku..."

Riku can't help but grin devilishly at the sound of his name from Sora, the real sound of his name from the real Sora -- not just a dream or a fantasy, but reality.

The silver-haired boy's tongue finds itself busy teasing gently through boxers, sucking lightly on the tip of the other boy's erection. His hands gently massage near the base of his dick, giving a little but waiting for a plea.

"What do you want, Sora?"

And Sora was not above saying please.

"God, Riku... God, I want you on me. Just don't stop." He pants, hands clenching uselessly at the carpet every time Riku's mouth sucks him gently through his boxers. This is excruciating, it's fucking torture, and it feels so fucking good.

And now the other boy is slipping the boxers off, and one of the brunette's hand finds itself in the silver hair of his best fr- no, lover, the other supporting him as he watches intently.

Riku kneels comfortably between Sora's legs, looking at the pulsing erection in his hand, hoping beyond hope that this is going to feel as good for Sora as it should.

After all, he doesn't really know what he's doing. It's really just lucky that he has a penis too and thus knows what to do with it.

And with a deep breath and another confident smirk, Riku's mouth is hot and wet around Sora, and it's sucking gently, moving only slightly.

"Nguh... Riku...God... more..."

With those few words, Riku understands, and he's taken all of Sora in his mouth, and he's coming up, down, in, out. He stops to breathe, his hand taking over the job as he rolls the tip in his mouth before releasing it with a soft 'pop.'

Sora's hips are thrusting into Riku's palm, and Riku allows himself to watch Sora in the throes of lust, all for him and no one else, before his mouth is coming back down around his best friend, his lover, and for Sora it's all wet hot tongues, mouth, lips, sucking, god, please, god...

"Riku! I... I'm... I don't..."

And Riku's mouth moves faster, sucks just a little harder before releasing to place his lips on Sora's, his hand pumping long, hard, fast strokes along Sora's shaft.

Fuck god please I want it give it to me it's almost there so close so close fuckFuckRikuRiku RI-KU...

The older boy pulls away as Sora's mouth becomes immobile, a choked moan escaping, and Riku watches greedily as Sora comes into his palm. He strokes him a few more times, panting and enjoying watching Sora convulse in the stimulation of his post-orgasmic sensitivity.

The brunette looks at the other boy from the place where he's sprawled out on the floor, panting and sated, and grabs the other boy to pull him in for a kiss.

This kiss is less passion, less need, but no less intense. This is the kiss that tells more than the story of sex; the story of two people who have fallen in love, and are making that love a verb.

"Riku... that was..." Sora smiles sheepishly, realizing for the first time what just happened. "That was amazing."

Riku can only chuckle at Sora, not even worried about himself for the moment (okay, so he's hard as steel and needs something, but Sora is more important, always).

"Course it was good. I'm good at everything I do." Riku looks down at his beautiful Sora, noticing not for the first time that his hand is still covered in goo. He discreetly wipes it off on Sora's boxers as Sora's eyes close for only a moment.

While Riku ruins Sora's poor ducky boxers and then lays down next to Sora, the brunette is lazily and excitedly running over in his head what just happened.

And then he smiles, because he realizes the fun isn't quite over yet.

But then there is still the question of... well... How do two guys have sex?

"Hey, Riku?"

"Hm?"

Sora suddenly feels really nervous. How stupid! I mean he did just have my thing in his mouth...

"Um... well... what about you?"

Riku raises an eyebrow and turns his head to look at Sora. The brunette blushes as dark as a tomato, rolls to his side, and rests his hand on Riku's hard shaft.

And, Sora has to admit, seeing Riku close his eyes and breathe in deeply, shivering, feels almost as good as having Riku's mouth on him. Almost.

"Sora..." Riku's hand comes to rest on Sora's, "You don't have to-"

"But Ri-ku," Sora interrupts, giving his friend a squeeze followed by a stroke. He relished in the the way Riku moaned at the contact. "I want... More. I want to know how..." Sora swallows, shoving down his nervousness, "How guys... Um... y'know..."

At that Riku removes Sora's hand and sits up, bringing Sora with him. "Hey, let's sit on the bed. The floor kinda hurts my back." But Sora knows Riku heard him, because the silver-haired boy's face is completely red.

As they sit down, Riku's blush fades a bit, and Sora grabs a blanket for himself because he's naked and it's cold.

Riku sighs deeply. "I have an idea about how we do it... But... I mean, it sounds kinda gross."

Sora thinks about that for a moment. "Well, when you think about it, you having my penis in your mouth is kinda gross, but it felt really good. So this would probably feel good too. So how does it work?"

Riku is taken aback at just how innocently blunt Sora can be, and just goes ahead and says it.

"I'm pretty sure it means one guy takes his... penis, and puts it in the other guy's ass."

There's a silence for a bit.

"You're right, that is kinda gross. And it sounds like it hurts. Plus, we go to the bathroom from there!" Sora says, making a face.

Riku gives Sora a look. "We pee from the other thing too, remember? Geeze, you need to at least notice these things, Sora."

"Shut up, Riku. Anyway, that's not the point!" Sora says, flustered.

Sora isn't quite sure how to tell Riku that he wants to do everything they can do. Because he still wants to prove to Riku that he needs him.

He's... not really sure how to ask Riku to have sex with him.

At Sora's silence, Riku lays down on the bed and stretches out, waiting for Sora to continue.

But instead he gets lips pressed against his own, at first gently, chastely, a kiss that's just saying I love you. But soon the kiss is demanding more, and lips are moving more quickly, tongues demanding entrance, and Riku's hands are on Sora's back, pulling him against him as Sora tosses the blanket to the side. He straddles Riku, bracing his hands on Riku's shoulders, and pulls back.

"I want it."

Riku blinks.

"Come again?"

This time Sora smirks. "Exactly."

"Huh?"

And they call me oblivious?

"Riku, I want it. I want to have sex with you." He says, decisively, eyes once again full of lust.

Riku could feel the evidence of Sora's rapidly increasing desire against his belly.

"Sora, are you sure about this?" He asks, feeling slightly unsure. He doesn't want to hurt Sora, and it did sound painful. And they could wait, couldn't they? Really, they'd only just started kissing and shit that night. "I mean, we can wait..."

But Sora shakes his head. "Remember when I said I wanted you? Well I meant everything I said. I want you any way I can have you. And I want you to have sex with me."

And before he knows it, Sora is on his back again.

"You always are just asking for it, Sora." Riku growls into the brunettes ear, feeling the other tremble beneath him. "You want it? I'll give it to you. I'm yours, but just remember that you asked for it."

But there isn't any protest from the brunette boy as he is once again attacked by his lover, Riku's mouth and hands anywhere and everywhere. Somewhere along the line Riku's boxers disappeared, and then Riku's lips were at Sora's ears again, his hand stroking Sora's hard shaft again.

But then the hand is gone, and the tongue and lips are still nibbling on an ear as Riku shifts and-

Oh

Riku moves his hips back and forth, shivering and enjoying the tantalizing friction as their erections rub together. Sora opens his legs, looking down at the point where Riku's pelvis met his own, and felt his body over heat again at the sight of them pressed together, so intimately, right there -- and he didn't want it to stop.

Their hips roll together gently in unison, before Riku forces himself to stop and look at Sora. They are both covered in a light sheen of sweat, and the light reflects beautifully off Sora's features.

"Sora... do you have any... lotion or anything?"

The brunette takes a second to process the question, his brain clouded in a haze of Riku, before answering. "Yeah, bedside drawer. Why?"

Riku nods and retrieves it. "I'm gonna try to get you ready. And not hurt you."

Sora suddenly understands that he's the one who's about to have a penis in his butt. Oh well. He nods in acknowledgment at his best friend, and tries to mentally prepare.

But all mental preparation is lost as Riku's tongue and mouth find Sora's neck and ears again, and then he's wrapped himself around Riku and is losing himself in sensation.

Until he feels the first finger enter.

"Whoa!"

Riku immediately freezes. "You okay?" He asks, his eyes full of worry.

Sora thinks for a minute. "Yeah. It doesn't hurt... it just feels... really weird. Just... keep going."

"Are you sure?" Riku asks, really not wanting to hurt Sora the first night he has him to himself.

Sora sighs, irritated. "Yes, I'm sure, Riku! Just kiss me some more."

Riku's eyes search Sora's for reassurance, before he sees the determination their and allows a small smirk to grace his features.

"Gladly."

Riku's mouth set about distracting Sora again, working his way up to two fingers wriggling inside Sora when suddenly Sora convulsed and gasped in an entirely pleasant sounding way.

"What just happened?" Riku asked, looking down at Sora, confused.

"I dunno. Just do that again. Wiggle your fingers."

Oh god oh god that feels amazing

Riku watched as Sora gave another sexy shudder.

"Riku, there's something there. And it feels really, really good." Sora pants, trembling with pleasure.

Riku thinks for a moment. "I guess that's why guys have sex like this," he smirks.

And their mouths are pressed together again, wetly sliding against each other as Riku's fingers pull out. His hand encircles Sora's dick, stroking it a few times, loving the feel of it in his palm.

His other hand is getting himself ready, and as soon as he is well-covered, his mouth meets Sora's again and he's pushing himself inside.

The brunette inhales sharply, closing his eyes against the painful invasion.

"Sora... Am I hurting you?" Riku asks, almost frightened with concern. Blue eyes open and meet worried aquamarine. "Shit, I knew it. Here, we can stop, I'm so sorry Sora I-"

"Riku." Sora breathes, halting the other boy from pulling out, trying to adjust to the feeling of having Riku inside of him, "Stop acting like a girl. I'm not gonna break, and I already told you I want to have sex, now will you please just do what I asked?"

Riku was indignant.

"Fine, Sora. I will fuck you, right now."

Slam.

Ah! Mmm...

And then there were thrusts, Sora being rocked back into his bed as one of Riku's hands found and interlaced with his, the other holding and rolling Sora's hips into his own. In, out, friction, god he's so tight. Don't stop, please, just don't stop.

And Riku is moaning into Sora's ear, and Sora has never heard anything like the way Riku moans his name "Sora, Sora, Sora," and it's fucking beautiful, and god Riku is inside of him, moving, thrust, thrust, thrust, and he can feel the hair from Riku's legs brush against his own as Riku fucks him.

The silver hair is sticking to Riku's face and back as he starts to sweat, feeling a pooling heat coiling tightly in his belly. Sora is below him, moaning, panting, wanting, clinging to him, loving him, more than anything he's ever wanted, and there are scratches on his back, from Sora's nails, and Sora is stroking himself and god god god he's so tight and fucksoraSORA-

Sora feels Riku pull completely out just as he strokes himself to his second orgasm, and feels Riku spill out onto his tummy right as the older boy collapses onto him.

Sora wraps his arms around Riku, holding him there tightly, finally feeling safe and knowing that Riku won't leave him again because he's had him every what he can have him. And Riku is curling himself into Sora, knowing that finally Sora is his, and he's made Sora happy, and he really needs nothing else.

As they lay and breathe, Sora suddenly starts to laugh.

Riku doesn't even move as he asks him, "What's so funny?"

"Riku, if we sleep like this, we'll wake up stuck together!"

The older boy gets up tiredly and notices the sticky mess between them.

"Gross. I'm gonna go get your ducky boxers."

Sora immediately stops giggling.

"But those are my favorite!"

"Well, I already wiped some of the stuff on them earlier... Remember when I did you on the floor?"

"Riku! You owe me a new pair."

Riku just smiles as he cleans them both up.

"You're the one that wanted it so bad."

"... Shut up."

And, clean, the two boys are once again laying entwined, the older more than ready to pass out for the night.

Well, morning, seeing as the sun has started to rise.

"Hey, Riku?"

The older boy tiredly responds. "Hm?"

"I love you."

Riku thinks to himself that it would be bad if he squeezed Sora until he popped, because then he would have no more Sora.

"I love you too. Idiot. Let's get some sleep."

"Jerk."

"Hm."

But one boy is curled around the other, and fingers are interlaced.

And two boys are smiling.

Because all is finally well.

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A/N: AHHH. My first yaoi sex scene. Jesus. This was a monster to write, and was really rather difficult. Why is it so long? Shit. I hope it isn't bad. I'm a bit nervsy about it, so please be gentle.

Love love!

Update: 4-13-08 Guh. Talk about loaded with errors. I fixed up what I saw, but again, there is no guarantee that I caught everything. Edited a few more things as well, for my sake and yours. -blush- I still can't believe I wrote this.