Holy. HELL.

Okay, seriously, I'm so sorry about the delay in this chapter. Life got a little crazy for a moment. But I PROMISE YOU, I am not going to abandon this story. No matter how long it may take me to update, I am determined to see this through.

It was difficult to get back into the groove of things, but once I did, the story flowed. I'm contemplating on how to end things... I had an outline up until now.

Anyways, shit gets K.I.N.K.Y. in this chapter and I may have gotten a little carried away. But I hope you freaks (like me) enjoy this chapter :)

As always, I am eternally grateful for everyone who has supported me along the way. You're all beautiful, amazing, and loved. Don't ever forget that!

"So you have one driving lesson while fucked up, and now you're an expert?"

Sora snorted at his roommate's snarky comment. "Rushing your bleeding friend to the hospital does that to you."

Roxas's eyebrows contorted into several knots. "You're still sticking to that friend title, huh?"

Sora swallowed what felt like his tongue. The air remained silent for a while until Roxas realized he wasn't getting an adequate response, so he continued the line of questioning.

"Are you gonna boink Riku, or what?"

The question made Sora freeze in place and a shiver run down his arms. He took a moment to recognize how hard his knuckles were gripping the steering wheel. "I… Don't know."

In a typical Roxas fashion, he slapped both hands to his face and dragged them down his skin, tugging his eyes and mouth down with an exasperated groan. "Please, for the love of all that is holy, grow some fucking chest hair."

"Hey!" Sora whined, insecurely glancing at his clothed chest. "He just had surgery, I doubt he'll want to – boink."

"Ch-yeah," Roxas smirked, rolling his eyes, "okay."

To Sora's relief, they arrived to the hospital in the nick of time to end his suffering.

xXx

The two roommates collected a drowsy Riku from the hospital and allowed him to rest – as much as he could – in the cramped back seat of his Mustang. He was still dazed, but more coherent than he had been when Sora visited him once the surgery had concluded. At least, it seemed that way, since Riku was no longer muttering convoluted sentences about Namine.

Besides, Sora theorized that it was best to avoid having that conversation right now – especially in front of Roxas.

Most of the ride was quiet, save for a few painful man-groans coming from Riku in the back. Sora was secretly enjoying the sounds coming from him, despite the context.

"So Riku," Roxas inquired, a devilish smile forming on his face while locking his gaze onto the brunette in the driver's seat.

Sora shot cold blue eyes in his direction. Don't you fucking dare. He watched Riku pry one of his eyes open from the rear-view mirror in response, too exhausted to speak.

"My dear friend here," Roxas placed his hand on Sora's shoulder, "is dying to know when you'll be crushing buns."

The brunette immediately slapped his roommate's hand from his shoulder. "Asshole!" Of course, of course Roxas couldn't keep his mouth shut. He gave a panicked look into the rear-view mirror to see Riku's reaction.

Somehow, he was... smiling. A chuckle escaped from his throat, but was followed by a few gentle coughs before he was able to talk. "Shut the hell up, Roxas," he groaned, a smile still dancing on his lips.

The blonde made a pathetic attempt at hiding his prideful grin with his palm against his mouth.

Meanwhile, Sora wished he could bury his head in the solid concrete of the road they traveled, until Riku spoke again.

"Does that mean… You'll be keeping me company tonight, Sora?"

Roxas's eyes widened and his jaw dropped to reveal a happy-shocked expression. His eyebrows wiggled at Sora, urging him to accept.

Sora tried his hardest to suppress the giddiness in his voice when he said "Of course."

xXx

They dropped Riku off at his home, but any self-respecting male who was very likely to have sexual relations with another male for the first time wouldn't be caught dead without grooming himself first. Hence why Sora told Riku that he had to go home to drop Roxas off and "pack a bag." Luckily Riku trusted the brunette enough to use his Mustang to drive back to his dorm – especially considering he was out of commission at the moment.

Sora wasn't completely lying when he told Riku he had to pack a bag, as that part was true. However, if Riku was under the impression that Sora was well-groomed at all times, it would significantly increase his cool factor and maintain the bartender's interest in him. Plus, this was the perfect opportunity to manipulate Riku's sense of time while he was newly out of surgery and he'd never know how long it actually took for Sora to prepare himself.

Some of this may have been Roxas's idea, too.

He didn't take into consideration, however, that Roxas would be commanding Sora's every move whilst he was getting ready. Especially in the shower… although in retrospect, he should've predicted this would happen.

"Make sure you shave your nuggets, too," Roxas's voice echoed through the bathroom.

"Can't you, like…" Sora tousled the shampoo in his hair, "ya'know – leave?"

"I'm serious," Roxas continued, blatantly ignoring his request, "it makes your dick look bigger."

Really? Sora thought to himself, glancing down at his penis, then groaned incoherent nothings as he continued to wash out his hair. He took a good look at his razor that was propped on the ledge of the shower and quietly did as Roxas suggested (which, by the way, was fucking difficult).

"I'm hoping you know this already, but you should shave your asshole, too," Roxas blurted, as though this was completely normal fucking conversation.

"I'M NOT-" Sora stopped himself when he realized he was shouting, and lowered his voice, "… doing that."

Roxas let out a hearty laugh. "Don't tell me you're going to pussy out, like you didn't explicitly ask me about having sex with a man this morning."

Sora snorted. "Who's to say I'd be the… bottom?"

Roxas laughed once again, and at this point Sora believed his roommate was mocking him. "That's cute, Sor, but let's be real. You versus Riku? He's totally the dominant one, and you can't pretend he's not." There was a silent pause before Roxas continued, "Just shave your fucking butthole, okay?"

The brunette rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. Might as well listen to the guy – he was the expert, after all. He took the razor in his hand once again, feeling intimidated by it for the first time in his life, but he did as he was told – and this part was even more difficult.

Once he was cleaned and shaved, Sora stuck his head out of the shower curtain to check if the coast was clear, but Roxas. Was. Still. Here. "Can you please go away?"

Roxas shook his head in dismay. "You act like we don't live together."

Sora scowled and gripped the shower curtain tighter. "Get. OUT."

"Damn," Roxas retorted, "I'm really feeling the love, here." He continued to shake his head, but reluctantly exited the bathroom.

Sora was finally able to step out of the shower, wrap the towel around his waist, and give himself a good stare-down in the mirror. His hair was unruly as ever, which he conceded was a lost cause a long time ago. He still helped himself to some of Roxas's styling gel in a sad attempt to keep his brown hair especially spiky. It was familiar to Riku, and familiarity was good – right?

Roxas knocked on the door. "Sora, we have a time restraint. Hurry it up."

Sora huffed, but knew his roommate was right. He opened the bathroom door and was greeted with a grinning Roxas in the doorframe, presenting an outfit folded in his palms – black skinny jeans, a maroon button-up shirt, and a black leather jacket.

"Uhm-"

"Trust me, okay? You'll look hot," Roxas explained.

Considering this had worked before, Sora complied. He dressed himself in his room with the clothes Roxas gave him, still surprised with how well they fit his frame. It was probably for the best, since Sora's wardrobe mostly consisted of sports shorts and tee shirts or hoodies. He glanced in the mirror, quite enjoying the way the skinny jeans outlined his legs – and abruptly realized that this was the most confident he'd been in himself for a while. Serotonin bounced through his brain like popcorn and his aura simply glowed.

He swiftly nodded at his reflection in the mirror before he turned around to see Roxas staring. The blonde offered a consenting smile. "You're so lucky to have me."

Sora dismissed the self-compliment shyly as he swept his hand through his spiky hair and smiled.

"The finishing touches," Roxas declared. He rummaged through Sora's closet until he found numerous silver rings and a crown-shaped necklace that had been tucked away for months. "First of all," he started, clasping the necklace around Sora's neck, "we need to accentuate your collarbones." Once that was done, Roxas turned to the rings – a thick silver band, a silver crown-shaped ring, a silver band with a heart shaped logo on the face, and several others – and put them on a few of Sora's fingers. "These will draw attention to your hands… and these bitches can work some magic."

Sora turned back to the mirror and inspected his look – which was classy, yet manly. He rolled the cuffs of the maroon button-up until they rested just below his elbow. The look worked well for him.

"Well Sora, if I wasn't already taken, I'd be hitting on you," Roxas said, patting his roommate on the back while adorning a smile.

"I appreciate it," Sora replied, pulling his hands into fists to get used to the feel of rings on his fingers. "Oh, and Rox?"

"Hm?"

"This means I'm going to skip class tomorrow."

Roxas blinked. "Okay. And?"

"My excuse will be that my good friend is in the hospital. Kairi thinks you got stabbed-" Sora began, but he didn't need to finish his thought.

"You want me to skip tomorrow too?"

He nodded, trying to pout with pleading puppy dog eyes.

"Psh, works for me," Roxas limply flicked his wrist, "Axel and I could use some alone time."

xXx

Sora drove towards Riku's house by his lonesome. He was lost in thought, trying to distract himself from the possibility that he and Riku could have – sex – tonight. It was overwhelming to think about how quickly this crush was developing, and yet he was expected to bury those feelings in the depths of his heart because he knew Riku wouldn't commit. He made that clear several times.

But having Riku in any sense was better than not having him at all. Almost losing him for good was enough to make Sora appreciate the time he did spend with him.

The Mustang rolled into the driveway and Sora came out of his thoughts. Going to Riku's house was becoming second nature – even though it had only been a few weeks since they met for the first time.

Sora noticed another vehicle was parked by the curb. He tilted his head in confusion, but continued towards the door anyway. He rang the doorbell, hoping Riku had enough strength to open the door.

When the door opened, however, the person standing in front of him was Aqua. "Hey, Sora!"

"Aqua? What are you doing here?"

The blue-haired woman stepped aside to let Sora in the house. "Axel told me and Terra what happened… We came over right away. How are you feeling? You look exhausted," she said sweetly, placing a delicate palm on Sora's cheek.

"I'm okay, thanks. I didn't get much sleep," he responded with a slight blush. Aqua really was beautiful, inside and out.

Terra joined them in the living room. Sora looked around to find Riku, but he was nowhere to be found in the vicinity. "What's up, Sora? I'm glad you're here," Terra greeted.

"Hey Terra. Where's Riku?"

"He's sleeping upstairs. We wanted to keep an eye on him."

Sora scratched his head. "Does he need supervision?"

Aqua and Terra exchanged a concerned look, then Terra placed his hands on his hips as he looked at the ground. He exhaled and coyly looked up to make eye contact with Sora. "Do you know what prescription the doctors gave him?"

This again? Sora thought to himself. "I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I didn't see him with anything when he was discharged."

The couple simultaneously deflated with relief. "Oh good," Aqua whispered as she placed a hand over her heart.

Terra pulled out his phone and stepped closer to Sora. "Listen, if anything happens, call me. What's your number?"

The two men gave each other their numbers. The seriousness of the situation was looming over Sora's thoughts; until now, he more or less dismissed the concern in Axel's voice when they had this conversation earlier. He'd never dealt with an addict before – all of this preparation was foreign to him.

"I don't want to scare you Sora," Terra began, "but I want you to understand how dangerous Riku can be when he's in active addiction."

Sora blinked several times. "O-Okay?"

"This is coming from someone who saw it first-hand. He'll lie to you. He'll steal from you. He'll isolate himself. He'll have fierce mood swings, he'll be impulsive, and he'll manipulate you."

Sora swallowed. Hard. He didn't want to believe it, but the reality of the situation was frightening.

"Don't get me wrong," Terra continued, placing a hand on Sora's shoulder, "he's an awesome person. But he is an entirely different human being when he's using. Which is why-" he dangled his phone in Sora's face- "you need to call me or Axel if you see anything… off."

He couldn't speak. This was too much to take in right now.

"Sora? You get me?"

After a heavy sigh, Sora nodded. "I got you."

"Cool. Riku may have hidden the pills, so keep your eyes peeled." Terra squeezed briefly before he let go of Sora's shoulder and offered a reassuring nod.

"I'm spending the night, so I'll take care of him," Sora said with a low tone.

"Thanks, Sora," Aqua chimed in.

The brunette's phone buzzed in his hand and he glanced at the screen.

Kai:

6:07PM: Hey, just checkin in. How's Roxas?

Sora figured it was best to let her know that they'd both be out of class tomorrow. Besides, he didn't want her blowing him up all night if he didn't answer.

Me:

6:08PM: He's recovering fine, mostly sleeping. We'll both be missing class tomorrow, so don't worry.

Kai:

6:08PM: That's probably best. I'm here if you need me, okay?

Sora smiled softly. This version of Kairi was the exact reason why he fell in love with her.

Me:

6:09PM: Thanks, Kai.

She responded with a single red heart emoji and he decided to leave the conversation at that. He stuffed his phone in the pocket of the leather jacket and tugged at the seams to adjust himself.

He looked towards the balcony and noticed Riku slowly emerging from the dark hallway. He gripped the railing of the balcony for support and gripped his side. He was shirtless, but a large white bandage was noticeably plastered to his right side. Sora's eyes were hardly focusing on that, though – he was too busy trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach.

It seemed Riku hadn't seen Sora yet since he was looking down while he slowly crept down the stairs. He watched every step as to not accidentally slip and fall. "Seriously guys, I don't need constant supervis-"

As Riku stepped on the ground floor, he looked up and met the stare of the brunette who was innocently standing in the living room. "Sora…" he said quietly. Riku was drinking in Sora's appearance, eyes wandering up and down his frame. The corner of his mouth tugged into his signature smirk as he bit his lower lip. Riku had a hungry, delicious, want in his expression.

"Hey," Sora waved and flashed a shy smile. The butterflies turned into a zoo in his stomach.

"Hey." Riku walked closer to the group, but his eyes never strayed from Sora's. "You two can leave now. I'm in good hands."

Terra and Aqua complied and gathered their belongings to leave. Sora heard Aqua sing "Have fun you two!" before the front door shut tightly. Apparently she totally felt the sexual tension in the air.

Riku closed the gap between he and Sora to hold him in a tight embrace. "I never properly told you how grateful I am to you. For saving my life earlier, and being here for me now."

Sora was pressed against Riku's firm pecs, which felt nice. He melted in the embrace and the natural scent of cranberries. "A-anytime. I'm glad you're okay."

The sound of Riku's hum reverberated through his ears. Then he felt Riku shift in the embrace until he was next to Sora's ear. "And I love you in that outfit," he growled before pulling away.

Shiver.

"Wanna smoke?" Riku offered in a casual tone, as though he wasn't just teasing Sora's eardrum.

"Please," Sora agreed.

Riku walked to the couch and grabbed a white v-neck tee shirt that was resting on the arm to gradually slip over his torso. Even though he looked good in practically anything he wore, Sora secretly hoped Riku would put on a tighter shirt; although that probably wasn't the best choice for recovering his injury.

Sora followed the taller man into the sunroom as usual, where they sat side-by-side on the wicker furniture. Riku sparked the half-smoked joint that had been lying on the table, waiting to be finished. There was a strange feeling of pressure in the air, at least for Sora. Everything Axel and Terra had told him combined with the lingering sexual tension between he and Riku felt like it was swallowing him whole. He was glad to be smoking marijuana, since it would probably help calm his nerves.

"So how are you feeling?" Sora asked after exhaling the smoke.

Riku shrugged his shoulders. "Everything is sore, but I'll be fine." He took a long drag, then exhaled. "I'm much better now that you're here," he added with a small grin.

Sora raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Yes, really. You keep me grounded." He passed the joint.

Sora pulled his knees up to his chest, a weird shyness enveloping him. He took a small hit before speaking. "Good. I'm-" He paused for a moment, trying to choose his words carefully as to not sound too cheesy- "I'm glad I met you, Riku." He offered the joint back to him.

The bartender grabbed the joint from Sora's hand and finished it off. "I am too. You're quickly becoming my…" he trailed off as he looked into Sora's ocean blue eyes.

The brunette waited on bated breath for the man to finish his sentence. Your… what?

"My best friend," he finished, breaking eye contact and propping his elbows on his knees.

Sora was a bit disappointed, but being best friends with Riku wasn't necessarily a bad thing either. "With… benefits?"

Riku chuckled. "If that's what you want, then I'm down."

Sora bit his lip. "I'm not opposed to it."

He could've sworn he saw a shade of red in Riku's cheeks, but he stood up before Sora could tell for sure. "You alright with watching a movie?"

Cuddling in bed with Riku, watching a movie? Hell yes. "Definitely."

Riku outstretched his hand for Sora, who took the offer and was pulled off the wicker couch. He was escorted through the living room, up the stairs, into Riku's bedroom – and it should be noted that their hands didn't part the whole way.

Once they were in the bedroom, Sora removed his leather jacket and shoes, then plopped on Riku's soft bed. Meanwhile, Riku used a small remote to turn on a strip of LED lights that lined the perimeter of the ceiling, which illuminated the room in a deep red hue. Huh.

"Have you ever seen Jennifer's Body?" Riku called from across the room, holding a DVD case in his hand.

"I've heard of it, but never saw it," Sora explained, trying to look at the cover of the case – and seeing a hot girl sitting on a chair with school books in her hand, with what seemed to be blood dripping from her mouth. "… Is it a horror movie?"

"Apparently. But it's a lot more tame than most," Riku tapped the case against his thumb before he pulled the DVD from its case and inserted it into the player. He paused briefly after pushing the play button and turned his head to smirk at the man sitting on his bed. "Are you afraid of horror movies, Sora?"

Sora internally panicked for a second. He didn't want to admit that they gave him nightmares for days, since that was so uncool. "Nah," he waved a dismissive hand in the air.

Riku chuckled and whispered an 'okay' to himself. Sora sucked at lying.

Once the movie began playing, Riku settled himself into the bed next to Sora. Despite his recent surgery, he was able to maneuver impressively well. Next to his bed was a small nightstand with several drawers, where Riku reached into the top drawer and pulled out a bag of chips, Twizzlers, and Reese's Pieces. He tossed them onto the bed and said "I'm always prepared. Help yourself."

"Damn, you're good," Sora smiled and reached for the Reese's, while Riku helped himself to the chips. The weed was making his stomach crave sweets more than usual – and apparently, Riku preferred salty snacks.

To Sora's surprise, he was actually quite invested in the movie. And somehow, he wasn't distracted by Riku's presence a mere few inches away from him. So much so that he didn't realize that Riku was stealing glances at him every few minutes.

After a while, a scene started playing where the two female best friends shared a high-tension sexual experience. The scene started off slow, but eventually they began removing their shirts.

Sora felt Riku adjusting on the bed and gave him a puzzled look. Riku sighed heavily, placing his hand on his inner thigh and tugging at his jeans. Sora thought he was in pain and was trying to lay comfortably, so he didn't pay much attention to the behavior.

A few more seconds passed until Riku groaned and said "Fuck it."

In the blink of an eye, Riku had pulled himself on top of Sora, using his muscular arms to suspend himself above the brunette. Sora stared into emerald green eyes and stopped breathing. "Uh, hello."

"Do you know-" Riku's voice was low and dark, "-what you've done-" he lowered his head until he was inches away from Sora's ear, "-by wearing this?" His left hand traveled to the necklace that Sora wore as he hooked a finger underneath the chain and tugged.

Sora was pleasantly surprised by the sudden turn of events. Once his shock subsided, he came to his senses and felt an overwhelming desire to play along. "That was the point," he smiled into Riku's neck.

Riku steadied himself to hover above Sora's frame once again. He was centimeters away from his face now. "I hope you know what you're asking of me."

Sora bit his lip. "I'm well aware."

Riku slid his palm around the brunette's neck, using his thumb and forefinger to support the jaw in his grip. "Last chance. Are you sure?"

Holy fucking fuck, keep doing that. "… Please."

Riku ran his tongue against his teeth. "Very well."

Their lips collided, more hungry and aggressive than all the other kisses they shared until this point. Riku kept his strong hand around Sora's neck, keeping control of his every move. Sora hadn't experienced anything like this before, and it was exciting. The dark, curious part of his mind wondered what else Riku was capable of.

As their tongues danced, Sora could taste a mixture of mint, chocolate, weed, and chips. He laid there as Riku took control of the kiss, enjoying every second of it. He felt Riku unleash his neck, his fingertips gently gliding down his shirt, expertly undoing each button with a single hand the lower he traveled, never breaking the kiss. Sora brought both hands up to tangle themselves in Riku's hair, softly gripping the roots.

Once all the buttons were undone, Riku slipped his hand along the small torso beneath him and caressed the warm skin that was trapped between the fabric. "I wanna see you naked," he commanded, pulling the shirt away from the small frame beneath him. Sora complied, lifting his body up enough to shrug the sleeves off his shoulders. Riku continued, "I wanna feel you naked…"

The silver-haired man pulled his own shirt off, exposing the large white bandage and the two dermals implanted in the other side of his abdomen, glistening red in the lighting. He lowered his body onto Sora's, the feel of warm skin on his own sending a shiver down his spine.

The bulge in Sora's pants was quickly becoming tighter each second that passed. It didn't help that Riku had now brought his knee to Sora's groin, applying just enough pressure to make his body pulse in desire. They continued the kiss, hands exploring each other's bodies and acclimating one another to every groove of each muscle.

Riku was the first to move his hand down to the growing length in Sora's jeans. The tightness of the skinny jeans made the feeling harder to bear as Riku massaged the fabric, being sure to continue the kiss as he did so. Sora felt himself jerking his hips into the pressure, begging to be released.

"Hm," Riku growled. "You want more?"

Sora nodded, unable to find his voice.

"I'll be nice." Riku found the button of Sora's jeans and expertly unfastened it with a single motion. He gradually pulled the zipper down, biting his lip as he looked into Sora's eyes, desperately wanting more. He pulled apart the gap that was recently created and gripped Sora's member that was still trapped in his underwear. The poor thing was throbbing, but Riku thrived from this feeling.

Sora closed his eyes and put a hand over his mouth to stifle a moan. His entire lower region tightened in pleasure as Riku stroked him through his boxers. Whatever the hell he was doing with his fingers was incredible.

Riku grabbed Sora's free hand and placed it on his own crotch, which was also growing hungrily. Sora already knew how big Riku's dick was, but for some reason it felt more intimidating this time. Regardless, he continued to feel around the jeans that confined Riku's member.

Riku collapsed next to Sora's body to undo his jeans and pull them off. His own Calvin Klein boxers stayed on his hips as he clawed at Sora's jeans and helped peel them from his legs. Once they were removed, Sora took the opportunity to climb onto Riku's frame and resume the kissing. Riku placed his hands on Sora's hips, softly digging into the flesh that formed his ass. He gently guided Sora's hips to roll into his own, their respective manhood rubbing against one another through cloth boxers. Both men's breathing started to hitch as they continued to grind, greedy hands exploring each other's skin as a few deep moans escaped their throats.

Ravenous fingers gripped into Sora's boxers and dragged the thin fabric off his hips, exposing his rock-hard penis, to which Sora did not oppose. "Mmm," Riku moaned as he broke the kiss and pulled the brunette's hips closer to his mouth. Sora used the wall to support his weight as Riku took his girth into his hand, then steadily wrapped his lips around the tip that was dripping with pre-cum.

"O-Oh my god," Sora breathed. He'd experienced a blowjob from Riku before, but holy fuck it was so goddamn good, he'd never tire of this feeling. He felt the beautiful tongue lapping against his shaft, knowing exactly which pressure points to hit. Sora's back muscles were twitching with pleasure and exhaustion from holding himself against the wall.

As quickly as it started, Riku removed his mouth from Sora's member with a pop and a string of saliva trailing from the tip. He looked up to glimpse at the brunette that was reeling above him before he smirked, wrapped his arms around the small waist, and flipped him onto the bed so that Riku was now on top. His strength and ability to do so was impressive as all hell.

Riku closed the distance with another brief kiss as he pushed his pelvis against the brunette's exposed cock. "Are you going to take me?"

In any other situation, Sora would've second-guessed everything that was happening. But Riku was here, on top of him, and fucking horny. His mind flashed to he and Roxas's conversation earlier where he ever-so gracefully called him out for being a bottom.

And in this moment, Sora was fully committed and embraced it. "You have me, Riku," he whispered.

No further consent was needed. Riku removed his boxers desperately and tossed them to the floor. He reached into the second drawer and retrieved a small bottle of Pina Colada flavored warming lube. Riku squirted a thick coat of it along his length and rubbed it around his entire cock. "You've never done this before, right?"

Sora's chest was rising and falling quickly, but found the strength to shake his head in response. Nervousness didn't let him speak.

"Well then," Riku replied, licking his middle and ring finger, "I'll have to stretch it out."

Two wet fingers rubbed against Sora's anus, causing him to instinctively tighten the muscles. Riku gently circled around the tight area, letting his partner relax. Once accomplished, Riku pushed a finger into the hole. Sora grabbed the free hand that was placed next to his hip to prepare himself for the next steps. Riku tantalizingly inserted his finger deeper until he heard a tiny whimper from Sora. Enjoying the sound, he allowed the second finger to enter and watched as Sora clenched his teeth.

"So smooth," Riku murmured. The brunette smiled and silently thanked Roxas, but promised to never actually tell him that.

The bartender moved his fingers in a gentle, soothing motion until Sora became comfortable enough with the feeling to relax. He felt the fingers spread slightly inside him more, which made Sora seethe through his teeth.

Riku removed his fingers and grabbed his member, preparing for entry by steadying his tip. He pushed against Sora's asshole, the squishy flesh giving way to allow penetration. He let out a deep moan from how tightly Sora gripped him.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Riku exhaled, pausing for a moment to compose himself. He looked at Sora, whose eyes were closed and was breathing heavily. "That's my good fucking boy," he coaxed.

Sora grasped the hand he was holding even harder to relieve some of the pain. Riku intertwined his fingers with Sora's and allowed him to grab as tight as he needed to.

Riku rested his forehead on Sora's as he pushed a little deeper. They were both beginning to sweat, but Riku wasn't even close to being done with him. He ignored Sora's whimpers as he continued to push until his entire length was inside. He paused for a moment, letting Sora relax while he gained control of himself to avoid cumming already.

At this point, Riku could hardly control his impulses. He pulled his hips away slightly until his dick was halfway removed, but quickly rammed back into Sora – this rewarded him with a mewl from the brunette that encouraged him to continue. Riku continued this rhythm; slowly pulling out, then forcefully penetrating all the way.

Sora put his free hand over his mouth to stifle the sounds coming from his throat. Riku lowered himself closer to the writhing man beneath him and snaked his fingers in messy brown hair. He pumped a few more times while tugging at the roots and letting the brunette squeeze his other hand. Riku turned his face to Sora's neck and began sucking on the skin, making Sora arch his back in an explosion of pleasure.

The pumping and suckling continued until a small bruise formed on Sora's neck, where Riku placed a small 'sorry' kiss on the skin. Sora was still trying to stifle his moans – which Riku would've preferred to hear in all their glory, but allowed it for now – and yet, he had wrapped both arms around Riku's body and started digging his nails into his back. Sora was in a world he'd never experienced before; the pain had subsided and he was now experiencing immeasurable pleasure.

He was right there – right fucking there – and his heart felt like it was going to explode out of its chest. He suddenly felt Riku pull out completely.

Sora opened his eyes, confused. Riku was giving him a devilish smirk, his cock twitching inches away from Sora's opening.

"Look me in my eyes," Riku commanded. The brunette obliged, staring at the man above him, adorned in a red hue.

The taller man put a rough palm around Sora's neck once again and repeated, "Come on, look at me."

Sora didn't have a choice but to look deeply into the greenish-red eyes that were hovering above him. He could see in Riku's pupils that he was on the verge of climax as well, but it didn't stop him from demanding to have this deep intimacy.

"Beg me for more," Riku groaned.

Sora clawed at the man's hips in a desperate attempt to make him keep going, but Riku grabbed his hand and pinned it against the bed. "I don't think you understand." He lingered his lips against Sora's jaw and nipped at the spot. "You are going to beg me for more," he whispered before locking eyes with the brunette once again.

Holy… fuck. Riku was truly a dominant. And somehow, that made him even more irresistible. "Please, Riku." Sora whimpered.

The bartender tilted his head. Clearly that wasn't good enough.

Sora knew this was the time to awaken the sexual beast inside of him. "… I-I need you inside me. Please, I want you to feel how badly I want this."

Riku bit his lip, somewhat satisfied. He entered Sora once again, but didn't go deeper. "Continue."

"Please don't stop..."

A little deeper.

"Keep going, Riku."

… And deeper.

"I want to feel you."

All the way, now.

"Don't. Fucking. Stop."

Riku pushed in and out, back to the rhythm he had previously, with Sora grinding his hips in tandem with his movements. The two were sweating, panting, pushing-

Until they both exploded at the same time – with Riku's release pulsing entirely inside Sora, and Sora's release coating his lower abdomen. Both men moaned heavily as relief washed over them.

Riku collapsed next to the brunette and smiled. "Good fucking job, Sora."

In between breaths, Sora responded with "You too."

Riku reached on the floor for a random article of clothing and offered it to the brunette next to him. "Here, use this. I have to wash it anyway."

Sora took the – boxers? – and cleaned the mess on his stomach. He tossed them to the floor before he tucked himself under the covers. Riku followed suit and wrapped his arm around Sora's small frame. The feeling of warmth and cuddling was so comforting to Sora that he didn't even realize the music of the DVD's home menu on repeat, or that the red LED lights were still on, or that he and Riku were still naked – and exhaustion quickly overtook him. He melted into the bed with a smile on his face.

xXx

The feeling of sharp stabbing on his right side caused him to wake up in a panic. He glanced around the room to ground himself – Sora was sleeping soundly beside him, the home menu of Jennifer's Body was playing, and red lights were illuminating the room. He was drenched in sweat and panting; the medication was apparently wearing off.

He shifted in the bed as slowly as he could as to not disturb Sora. He placed his feet on the carpet, glancing back at the sleeping man to appreciate how peaceful he looked in that moment. He looked at the clock and saw "3:00AM" glaring at him.

Riku forced himself to stand, wincing in pain, then grabbed a pair of clean boxers out of his dresser. He turned the LED lights off as well as the television before he quietly tip-toed out of the bedroom and made his way to the bathroom down the hall. He turned the light on so he could properly search for his medication.

Underneath the sink cabinet, buried behind a bunch of hygiene products, he found the bottle of Percocet that he'd been prescribed from the hospital. He peered down the hallway to make sure Sora didn't suddenly wake up and look for him – once he assured himself that the coast was clear, he closed the bathroom door and dumped three pills from the bottle onto the counter.

He knew – he fucking knew – snorting them would only trigger past habits… but he craved it. The Dilaudid in the hospital awakened the demons that he'd fought off for two years.

And yet, somehow Riku justified it by using his pain as an excuse.

He used the bottom of the orange prescription bottle to crush the pills into a fine powder and separated them into three lines – one for each pill. It's not heroin… He repeatedly told himself.

He snorted a line, one by one, pausing between each one to gauge his high. He refused to overdose again, especially with poor, innocent Sora sleeping in his home. He hoped to never subject the brunette to something as traumatizing as finding a friend overdosed in the bathroom.

After the third line, his body felt light and free, his pain subsided, and his thoughts turned blank. He sat on top of the toilet seat while he stared into the void for an unknown amount of time.

Rikuuuu... :'(