Pieces that Fall into Place: Chapter Four
Author: Maho Kiwi
Rating: R
Pairing: Sora x Riku
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts. Belong to Disney. Good. Me borrow.
A/N: Typing on a laptop in my grandmother's house ... the shame. I thought I could stand a two day break away from my friends/computer/story. But no. On top the this whole laptop thing, I have to deal with the younger brother/aunt/grandma reading over my shoulder factor. Yes, the going is slow today. I'm being reaaaaally unsuspicious, screaming "Go away!" at my younger brother every time he gets within eight feet. Mmmmyep. Once again, I thank all the lovely people who have reviewed, they say such nice things to me. As I'm sure you've noticed, my stories take a coupla chapters to swing into their ratings, expect the R rating to start to come into play a little more. In fact, I almost jump right into it. I was feeling dirty today. It's restlessness. There is nothing to do in this town!!!
***
I bit my lip, you could practically taste the tension in the air. I shifted my body around, grunting a bit, trying to gain the upper hand. Unfortunately, even after all my careful planning, Riku was still dominating the situation.
"How?!" I exclaimed as the 'Loser' screen flashed at me. "How do you /always/ beat me?" I was annoyed. Even in a state of Lust Induced Distraction, Riku could /still/ beat me at video games How, how, how?!
He shrugged distractedly "Call it a gift" I smirked.
"Gift this!" Yes. I actually said that. Not the first, or last, thing I regretted doing during my stay. Anyway, with my brilliant proclamation I pounced him, and we proceeded to wrestle around a bit. Through what I like to believe was Divine Intervention I came out in my intended position: On Top.
"Yes!" I proclaimed. Leaning forward I hit the restart switch and moved his controller closer to him.
"Sora! What are you-?" I grinned down at him from my position atop his lap. "Are you seriously going to make me play like this?" Okay, so it wasn't really fair. I was sitting facing the television, cheating out slightly to the right, straddling his hips. He was, obviously, on his back. In order to see the television at all, he'd have to tilt his head all the way back and a bit to the right ... neither comfortable nor practical.
"Whassamatter Riku?" I sneered. "Don't think you can do it?" He sneered back.
"Is the only way you can beat me by cheating?" Oh, you just wait, mister, you just wait.
Our game started and we both put our full effort into it. Okay, Riku put his full effort into it. I was busy doing other things. I twisted my hips to the left as I swung my shoulders to the right-if you've ever watched boys play video games, you know this was a natural action. I fully believe that by repositioning my physical body I can effect my character's performance on screen. I heard Riku gasp below me and I scored a good hit on his character. And that, my friends, was the aim of me sitting on his lap. I twisted my hips around again, quite aware of how I was rubbing against my rival. His eyes were half-shut and he seemed to be making a very focused effort to pay attention to the video game. As I watched him, I ground my hips a bit and he whimpered slightly, biting his lip.
Some small part of me recoiled at this-what was I doing?! But a larger, scarier part of my mind was really enjoying having the upper hand for once, and I leaned forward slightly before sliding my hips back to the left, making small noises of ... concentration.
Riku made a small squeaking noise, and I scored more valuable points against him-he seemed to be having a very difficult time focusing on the game. With a final-rather violent-dip and twist back again to the right Riku dropped his controller and victory was mine.
"Yessssss!!" I cried, leaning back and pumping my fist in the air. "I won!" I leaned forward again and poked him in the chest in time to my words. "I won, I won, I wuh-un!" I was practically singing. My friend did not seem to share my happiness, he had his head tilted back, making small gasping noises and staring at the wall by his face. It reminded me of this morning, when I had woken up on top of him. Only more /so/.
"G-good job" he panted at me, "Now, how about you ... you, get off?" I frowned a bit.
"I dunno ..." I rocked back and forth slightly as I talked "I was kinda hoping you'd take the loss a little less graciously" I ran my finger tips distractedly across his stomach.
"um, yeah!" he quite abruptly grabbed my hips and practically tossed me off him, rolling to his knees and then standing. "Listen, um, Sora. I uh ... I'm gonna go ... take a shower, since I didn't get to, this uh, this morning. Okay?" he didn't wait for my response, practically sprinting into the bathroom that was on the right side of the room.
I waited until I heard the water come on to start giggling. I was /so/ evil. Destruction of known worlds aside, I think I had Riku beat in the 'evil' category. Victory was very arousing. Victory and grinding yourself into someone's lap. I groaned a bit, slightly disgusted with myself. The idea was to get Riku aroused, not work myself up. I leaned back on his bed and ran my hand down my body. With a final glance at the bathroom door I tilted my head back and unzipped my pants.
***
The water had stopped about ten minutes ago, and I stared at the door, having a silent argument with myself. How far did I want to take my game? I was still slightly upset at my apparent lack of self control, but it seemed odd to abandon it at this point, when things were going so well ... I summoned up my courage and walked over to the bathroom door.
I slowly peeked my head around the door, eyes sweeping across the bathroom. I was also very jealous of this bathroom. It was rather large, with cream colored carpet covering two-thirds of the floor, the uncarpeted portions were tiled in deep black stone. On the left there was a very large bathtub, the kind that almost qualifies as a swimming pool, the carpet came about a foot and a half from the edge of tub, before meeting tile in a dramatic Light verses Dark battle between floor coverings. Across the floor from the tub there was a large mirror. Further along the left there was a separating half-wall, on the other side of it, I knew from previous visits, was the shower, also large and tiled. Truthfully, the Shower could have qualified as another room altogether, and I wondered at it's purpose. Was it meant for group showers or something? It's not like Riku had any siblings ... hmmm, possibilities ... I shook my head. Ab-so-lutely /not/. I would not, could not, take my game /that/ far. Never.
Riku stood at the mirror, leaning on the ledge, staring into the sink. He was wearing his pajama pants loosely around his hips (like you could wear pajama pants any other way) and no shirt. His long silver hair clung wetly to his shoulders. All in all, I had to admit, he made a very pretty picture.
I silently made my way across the floor to him, careful to keep myself out of his line of vision. He wasn't looking up anyway, but it never hurt to be careful. I stopped just behind him and took a breath to steady myself, trying to slide into the appropriate character for this game: Perky, upbeat, sensual and most important, oblivious.
Riku jumped about three miles into the air as I placed my hands on his shoulders and inhaled deeply.
"What are you /doing/?!" he practically shrieked at me. I kept my eyes closed happily and hummed a bit.
"You smell all clean ... " I murmured into his shoulder.
"I'll say it again: What are you doing?" his voice was strained. I opened my eyes and released him, stepping back.
"I heard the water shut off and came to see if you were done with shower yet. I feel a bit grimy myself." For the longest time he just stared at me, expression odd and unreadable. Finally, he made a half step out and motioned towards the shower.
"All yours." the words were friendly, but quiet and guarded. He watched me with the same quiet guarded look and I realized what he was waiting for, and my mistake. He had me caught, and was now testing me. I couldn't, reasonably, ask him to leave the room for me-not after my recent actions. If I were willing to risk walking in on him, fresh out of the shower and half naked, to smell him, then I should be able to handle him being in the room as I took my shower. Could I stay faithful to my game and not give myself away? Crap. I am /such/ a chowder head. With as much poise I could muster I smiled back at him.
"Great. Thanks" I pulled my shirt up and off, shaking my hair out as it came over my head. I tossed it idly into the corner as I turned, moving towards the shower. Running my hands down to unzip my pants again, I felt my face go red as I slid them off my hips. I was /very/ glad my back was to him, so he couldn't see. Stepping out of my pants I kicked them into the corner to join my shirt, and reached over to turn the water on.
"You going to take a shower in your underwear?" Riku asked from around the partition. I poked my head around it and scowled at him. He had his back turned, but his reflection smirked at me from the mirror.
"No. I was just checking the water, thank you very much." I ducked back behind the wall and sighed, burying my fingers into my hair then running my hands down the sides of my face. Why do I never know when to quit? Why, why, why? I had unwittingly given him the upper hand again. Resigned, I slid my boxers off and tossed them out onto my pile of clothes. I was just about to step into the spray when I had another horrible thought: My clothes, and other such covers, like towels, were all out there. Around the wall. Where Riku was. How was I going to get /out/ of the shower? I hoped Riku would get tired of the bathroom and leave before I finished getting washed up. I thumped my head lightly into the wall as the water ran through my hair. Stupid, stupid, stupid. This was a very bad idea. I kept up this self-humiliating train of thought for some time, distractedly doing things like putting shave gel in my hair and trying to wash my chest with conditioner.
"Hey, Sora!" It was my turn to jump in surprise.
"What?"
"I left you some fresh towels. They're fluffy. Hurry up, okay?" my heart skipped a beat, he was leaving the room? Yes!
"o-okay." I heard the door quietly shut behind him and I heaved a sigh. Okay, dignity would be saved. I could handle this again. After a few minutes I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. True to his word, Riku had left a stack of clean towels on the sink ledge. I walked over and picked one up, rubbing it through my hair and down my body. Oooo ... he wasn't lying. They /were/ fluffy. I finished drying myself off and went to retrieve my clothes.
As I pulled them back on, I fell into serious thought. Now what? To continue my game or not? I could, realistically, go either way from here. I could walk out of this shower and have everything return to normal, or I could keep it up. After my near humiliation, the latter option was sounding pretty good. But then my pride swelled up again. No! This shower incident had left Riku on top, and there was no way in Hell I was gonna lose at my own game. I would have to continue on until I had Riku absolutely begging for mercy. Of course, I would be more careful, as to not let this sort of incident happen again. I nodded my head decisively and spun around-crashing directly into my silver haired friend.
***
I have now been working on this chapter for four consecutive hours with no break. Not that there's anything else to do in this Godforsaken little town. As I mentioned, I'm at my grandmas. I'm still writing, but I felt that this particular chapter was getting a bit long. So it looks like my story will be many chapters longer than I anticipated, what with Tuesday dragging on like this. Or is it still Monday? Crap ... it is still Monday, isn't it. *sigh* Only six and ½ more days 'til Sora's parents come home. I might skip Tuesday ... otherwise this story might get seriously long. Not that anybody would mind, judging by my kind kind reviewers that give my life meaning. Anywho, onto the next chapter! Tallyho!
Author: Maho Kiwi
Rating: R
Pairing: Sora x Riku
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts. Belong to Disney. Good. Me borrow.
A/N: Typing on a laptop in my grandmother's house ... the shame. I thought I could stand a two day break away from my friends/computer/story. But no. On top the this whole laptop thing, I have to deal with the younger brother/aunt/grandma reading over my shoulder factor. Yes, the going is slow today. I'm being reaaaaally unsuspicious, screaming "Go away!" at my younger brother every time he gets within eight feet. Mmmmyep. Once again, I thank all the lovely people who have reviewed, they say such nice things to me. As I'm sure you've noticed, my stories take a coupla chapters to swing into their ratings, expect the R rating to start to come into play a little more. In fact, I almost jump right into it. I was feeling dirty today. It's restlessness. There is nothing to do in this town!!!
***
I bit my lip, you could practically taste the tension in the air. I shifted my body around, grunting a bit, trying to gain the upper hand. Unfortunately, even after all my careful planning, Riku was still dominating the situation.
"How?!" I exclaimed as the 'Loser' screen flashed at me. "How do you /always/ beat me?" I was annoyed. Even in a state of Lust Induced Distraction, Riku could /still/ beat me at video games How, how, how?!
He shrugged distractedly "Call it a gift" I smirked.
"Gift this!" Yes. I actually said that. Not the first, or last, thing I regretted doing during my stay. Anyway, with my brilliant proclamation I pounced him, and we proceeded to wrestle around a bit. Through what I like to believe was Divine Intervention I came out in my intended position: On Top.
"Yes!" I proclaimed. Leaning forward I hit the restart switch and moved his controller closer to him.
"Sora! What are you-?" I grinned down at him from my position atop his lap. "Are you seriously going to make me play like this?" Okay, so it wasn't really fair. I was sitting facing the television, cheating out slightly to the right, straddling his hips. He was, obviously, on his back. In order to see the television at all, he'd have to tilt his head all the way back and a bit to the right ... neither comfortable nor practical.
"Whassamatter Riku?" I sneered. "Don't think you can do it?" He sneered back.
"Is the only way you can beat me by cheating?" Oh, you just wait, mister, you just wait.
Our game started and we both put our full effort into it. Okay, Riku put his full effort into it. I was busy doing other things. I twisted my hips to the left as I swung my shoulders to the right-if you've ever watched boys play video games, you know this was a natural action. I fully believe that by repositioning my physical body I can effect my character's performance on screen. I heard Riku gasp below me and I scored a good hit on his character. And that, my friends, was the aim of me sitting on his lap. I twisted my hips around again, quite aware of how I was rubbing against my rival. His eyes were half-shut and he seemed to be making a very focused effort to pay attention to the video game. As I watched him, I ground my hips a bit and he whimpered slightly, biting his lip.
Some small part of me recoiled at this-what was I doing?! But a larger, scarier part of my mind was really enjoying having the upper hand for once, and I leaned forward slightly before sliding my hips back to the left, making small noises of ... concentration.
Riku made a small squeaking noise, and I scored more valuable points against him-he seemed to be having a very difficult time focusing on the game. With a final-rather violent-dip and twist back again to the right Riku dropped his controller and victory was mine.
"Yessssss!!" I cried, leaning back and pumping my fist in the air. "I won!" I leaned forward again and poked him in the chest in time to my words. "I won, I won, I wuh-un!" I was practically singing. My friend did not seem to share my happiness, he had his head tilted back, making small gasping noises and staring at the wall by his face. It reminded me of this morning, when I had woken up on top of him. Only more /so/.
"G-good job" he panted at me, "Now, how about you ... you, get off?" I frowned a bit.
"I dunno ..." I rocked back and forth slightly as I talked "I was kinda hoping you'd take the loss a little less graciously" I ran my finger tips distractedly across his stomach.
"um, yeah!" he quite abruptly grabbed my hips and practically tossed me off him, rolling to his knees and then standing. "Listen, um, Sora. I uh ... I'm gonna go ... take a shower, since I didn't get to, this uh, this morning. Okay?" he didn't wait for my response, practically sprinting into the bathroom that was on the right side of the room.
I waited until I heard the water come on to start giggling. I was /so/ evil. Destruction of known worlds aside, I think I had Riku beat in the 'evil' category. Victory was very arousing. Victory and grinding yourself into someone's lap. I groaned a bit, slightly disgusted with myself. The idea was to get Riku aroused, not work myself up. I leaned back on his bed and ran my hand down my body. With a final glance at the bathroom door I tilted my head back and unzipped my pants.
***
The water had stopped about ten minutes ago, and I stared at the door, having a silent argument with myself. How far did I want to take my game? I was still slightly upset at my apparent lack of self control, but it seemed odd to abandon it at this point, when things were going so well ... I summoned up my courage and walked over to the bathroom door.
I slowly peeked my head around the door, eyes sweeping across the bathroom. I was also very jealous of this bathroom. It was rather large, with cream colored carpet covering two-thirds of the floor, the uncarpeted portions were tiled in deep black stone. On the left there was a very large bathtub, the kind that almost qualifies as a swimming pool, the carpet came about a foot and a half from the edge of tub, before meeting tile in a dramatic Light verses Dark battle between floor coverings. Across the floor from the tub there was a large mirror. Further along the left there was a separating half-wall, on the other side of it, I knew from previous visits, was the shower, also large and tiled. Truthfully, the Shower could have qualified as another room altogether, and I wondered at it's purpose. Was it meant for group showers or something? It's not like Riku had any siblings ... hmmm, possibilities ... I shook my head. Ab-so-lutely /not/. I would not, could not, take my game /that/ far. Never.
Riku stood at the mirror, leaning on the ledge, staring into the sink. He was wearing his pajama pants loosely around his hips (like you could wear pajama pants any other way) and no shirt. His long silver hair clung wetly to his shoulders. All in all, I had to admit, he made a very pretty picture.
I silently made my way across the floor to him, careful to keep myself out of his line of vision. He wasn't looking up anyway, but it never hurt to be careful. I stopped just behind him and took a breath to steady myself, trying to slide into the appropriate character for this game: Perky, upbeat, sensual and most important, oblivious.
Riku jumped about three miles into the air as I placed my hands on his shoulders and inhaled deeply.
"What are you /doing/?!" he practically shrieked at me. I kept my eyes closed happily and hummed a bit.
"You smell all clean ... " I murmured into his shoulder.
"I'll say it again: What are you doing?" his voice was strained. I opened my eyes and released him, stepping back.
"I heard the water shut off and came to see if you were done with shower yet. I feel a bit grimy myself." For the longest time he just stared at me, expression odd and unreadable. Finally, he made a half step out and motioned towards the shower.
"All yours." the words were friendly, but quiet and guarded. He watched me with the same quiet guarded look and I realized what he was waiting for, and my mistake. He had me caught, and was now testing me. I couldn't, reasonably, ask him to leave the room for me-not after my recent actions. If I were willing to risk walking in on him, fresh out of the shower and half naked, to smell him, then I should be able to handle him being in the room as I took my shower. Could I stay faithful to my game and not give myself away? Crap. I am /such/ a chowder head. With as much poise I could muster I smiled back at him.
"Great. Thanks" I pulled my shirt up and off, shaking my hair out as it came over my head. I tossed it idly into the corner as I turned, moving towards the shower. Running my hands down to unzip my pants again, I felt my face go red as I slid them off my hips. I was /very/ glad my back was to him, so he couldn't see. Stepping out of my pants I kicked them into the corner to join my shirt, and reached over to turn the water on.
"You going to take a shower in your underwear?" Riku asked from around the partition. I poked my head around it and scowled at him. He had his back turned, but his reflection smirked at me from the mirror.
"No. I was just checking the water, thank you very much." I ducked back behind the wall and sighed, burying my fingers into my hair then running my hands down the sides of my face. Why do I never know when to quit? Why, why, why? I had unwittingly given him the upper hand again. Resigned, I slid my boxers off and tossed them out onto my pile of clothes. I was just about to step into the spray when I had another horrible thought: My clothes, and other such covers, like towels, were all out there. Around the wall. Where Riku was. How was I going to get /out/ of the shower? I hoped Riku would get tired of the bathroom and leave before I finished getting washed up. I thumped my head lightly into the wall as the water ran through my hair. Stupid, stupid, stupid. This was a very bad idea. I kept up this self-humiliating train of thought for some time, distractedly doing things like putting shave gel in my hair and trying to wash my chest with conditioner.
"Hey, Sora!" It was my turn to jump in surprise.
"What?"
"I left you some fresh towels. They're fluffy. Hurry up, okay?" my heart skipped a beat, he was leaving the room? Yes!
"o-okay." I heard the door quietly shut behind him and I heaved a sigh. Okay, dignity would be saved. I could handle this again. After a few minutes I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. True to his word, Riku had left a stack of clean towels on the sink ledge. I walked over and picked one up, rubbing it through my hair and down my body. Oooo ... he wasn't lying. They /were/ fluffy. I finished drying myself off and went to retrieve my clothes.
As I pulled them back on, I fell into serious thought. Now what? To continue my game or not? I could, realistically, go either way from here. I could walk out of this shower and have everything return to normal, or I could keep it up. After my near humiliation, the latter option was sounding pretty good. But then my pride swelled up again. No! This shower incident had left Riku on top, and there was no way in Hell I was gonna lose at my own game. I would have to continue on until I had Riku absolutely begging for mercy. Of course, I would be more careful, as to not let this sort of incident happen again. I nodded my head decisively and spun around-crashing directly into my silver haired friend.
***
I have now been working on this chapter for four consecutive hours with no break. Not that there's anything else to do in this Godforsaken little town. As I mentioned, I'm at my grandmas. I'm still writing, but I felt that this particular chapter was getting a bit long. So it looks like my story will be many chapters longer than I anticipated, what with Tuesday dragging on like this. Or is it still Monday? Crap ... it is still Monday, isn't it. *sigh* Only six and ½ more days 'til Sora's parents come home. I might skip Tuesday ... otherwise this story might get seriously long. Not that anybody would mind, judging by my kind kind reviewers that give my life meaning. Anywho, onto the next chapter! Tallyho!