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belong to me. They are the property of SquareEnix and Disney, and I
acknowledge this, no matter how much I wish they could belong to me.
WARNING: Chapter five [this CHAPTER] contains explicit YAOI - Intimant male/male interaction. If you are at all offended by this, I -highly- suggest you do not continue reading; I don't want to be flamed for your stupidity and lack of attention. MY WARNING IS VERY CLEAR. OFFENDED BY YAOI = DO NOT READ.
Note: Sora and Kairi are 18 years of age, and Riku is 19. They are or will be on Destiny Islands. This fic will unfortunately be parted by chapters; be prepared for angst, denial and what not.
For Kirei.. Who likes yaoi and demanded for this.
***
Sora rushed down the opposite bank, careful not to trip along the rocky debris that littered the ground. He fell at the water's edge, crawling forward and scanned the surface for any signs of life beneath it's murky depth. His reflection mocked him, drained of color and following the slow ripples of the nearby waterfall.
"Riku.." he whined and bowed his head in shame. In a process of humiliation, he had knocked his companion from the cliff's edge, and sent him somersaulting to the pool below. He thought he could have lived with the fact Riku, oblivious to the truth, would instead have hated him for a sour lie.. Yet the irony of fate had erupted a wave of embarrassment to wash over the younger boy, and caused the conflict of recklessness to intervene once more.
"Riku.. I'm sorry," he murmured, heart heavy with guilt. But a sound caused him to lift his head, eyes quickly surveying the clean surface until the slender, but familiar back of a figure broke through. His gaze widened and with a gasp, he threw himself into the water without a second thought. Clumsily, he swam toward his fallen friend, unaware of the dangers he could be causing himself and Riku, the only thought of saving the other boy plaguing his mind.
Sora turned him to face the brilliant sky above, wrapping an arm around his waist as he paddled toward the bank. The water struggled against him, but he remained determined, and eventually drew himself up on the opposite side, closer to the cascading falls. He lifted Riku from the death bed, groaning beneath his weight and dragged him onto land, then fell at his side, panting.
Riku laid motionless, propped slightly against the rock canvas, head inclined at an awkward angle. Though his lungs cried for air, Sora placed his ear upon his chest, eyelids heavy with exhaustion, and listened for detection of a heartbeat. But the faint pitter-patter of a healthy muscle didn't come, and the fatal realization of his friend's condition knocked the wind from him.
"Oh my god..." he whispered, sitting back upon his heels, eyes wide with shock, and minor fascination. How easy it had been, to snuff the boy's life, and without any intentions of doing so. The keyblade master, the chosen one.. A killer?
"No.. No!" he cried and brought his fists up over his ears, giving a furious shake of his head. It couldn't be true, it had to be some morbid form of a nightmare. There simply wasn't any way Riku could be dead - honestly be dead.
"No.. No what?" the corpse coughed with a sputter of water, which he drained at his side. Sora instantly returned to the passive reality, his mouth slightly ajar to the sight of Riku gradually shifting himself into a more comfortable position.
"Riku.. Oh my.. Riku!!" The younger boy threw his arms around the silver tressed lad's waist, burying his face into the damp cloth of his shirt. The other repeated a cough and glanced down toward the refuged youth attached to his hip before his arms fell to rest comfortably around him.
"Uh.. Yeah?" he asked, questionably with a hike of his brow. Sora lifted his head from the sanctuary of his torso, slow tears rolling across his soft cheeks. Riku, somewhat surprised, raised a hand and allowed his fingertips to gently brush away the bodily dew.
"Riku.. I was so scared.. I thought I.. I thought I had.." the boy attempted to reply, at a loss for words. He searched the great cavities of his mind, finding nothing to describe the pure ecstasy he felt at that moment.
Biting his lip, a nervous habit, he considered a thought as he sat up, replacing himself at Riku's side. Then searching the older boy's face, he leaned forward, hesitating for a short moment before his lips came to press gently against his company's. The kiss was brief, but tender, and left a chill cartwheeling down the length of Riku's back. He regarded Sora breathlessly, obviously shocked by his sudden choice of action.
"Sora," he breathed with a heavy sigh. "I've only just returned.. Are you trying to kill me?" A smile graced his lips, his tone light with sarcasm. Sora merely smiled as he acknowledged Riku's lack of anger, and climbed into his lap, hovering above his hips. His fingertips itched as they reached to cradle the rejected keyblade master's face, turning to caress the flushed skin with his knuckles.
The kiss to follow was brief, but met with another, Sora absorbing himself within the sweet taste of Riku's mouth. His tongue explored, temporarily pressed into a battle for domain before Riku simply surrendered, swimming in a numb defeat to the younger boy's maneuvers.
His hands fell away from his cheeks, sliding along the grooves of his neck. His lips followed, departing with another tender kiss before descending to the pale flesh of his throat. His teeth grazed Riku's earlobe, his lips merely brushing along the nape of his neck. Riku shuddered, choking on a quiet moan, head inclined as Sora continued to journey south.
The boy nibbled upon his collarbone, his fingers blindly working the buttons of his top. They pulled away the soaked clothing, ripping it from the chilled skin beneath and tossed it carelessly aside. His hands traveled across his torso, rising to caress the erected nub of his nipples.
Riku squeaked, nearly squealed, as he felt the enclosure of Sora's volcanic mouth closed upon a pink bud, suckling like a babe while his hand occupied the other. His dug tightened knuckles into the rock bed beneath him, suppressing a shudder that frequently begged to come. And as his chest rosed with labored breaths, Sora tossed back his head to shake the chocolate tresses from his face, and found himself caught by the firm grip of the boy he took pleasure in torturing upon his shoulders.
He winced upon compact as Riku traded positions, bringing Sora hard against the wall. A little less merciful, Riku straddled his hips and hungrily nibbled upon his lower lip. His tongue explored the youth's mouth, bruising his lips with their greedy intentions, but flavorable taste. His hand ignored the boundaries of his shirt, and instead distracted itself with the thick belt of the boy's pants.
He tore it from it's belt-loops, flinging it aside before amusingly massaging the mouse's inner thighs. Sora flinched beneath him, nearly lost within the fantasy of Riku attempting to consume him. But the other figure broke lip-contact, directing his attention to the growing erection already visible behind the denim of Sora's shorts.
"A little excited, are we?" he mused, chancing a glance to the boy's gaze, and suddenly hesitated. He could see it, scribbled over the delicate features of his friend's face: fear. He was terrified; it was masked by the cloudy expression of lust that disguised his face, but the dark spots were peaking through.
'He doesn't want sex... Not yet,' Riku realized and considered a thought for a moment. Then sitting up, he leaned over Sora once more, regarding him with the cold frost of his aqua eyes.
"Sora.. What is it you want?" he asked, feeling it quite unlike his nature. The boy's eyes widened as he staggered to catch his breath, lips moving audibly though dumb without sound.
"What.. is it I want?" he repeated, wetting his lips with a quick sweep of his tongue. Riku ignored the urge to choke him with another kiss, and instead nodded.
"What is it you want to do? I don't want to hurt you, Sora.. There's plenty of time for you and me," he cooed, tracing circles over his flushed cheeks. He observed him tremble, then tilt his cheek into the palm of his hand, heaving a quiet sigh of relief.
"I want you," he replied gently, eyes describing innocent truth.
"But.. Not in that way," Riku explained, carefully spacing his words.
"Not yet, at least." Riku nodded to Sora's addition and shared a soft peck, filled with hungry affection. "But.. I don't want to stop now." The statement was simple, yet confused Riku even as he blinked absently, allowing it to replay within his mind.
As he shifted back, inspecting the panted, but relaxed position of his friend, the still apparent erection trapped beneath his pants, he could detect the definite need for fulfillment. Simply not the kind Riku currently desired.
His eyes roamed Sora's petite figure, admiring it's feminine curves, the slender pout of his hips, the shapely size of his thighs. It seemed perfect for the boy, and to feel him shiver and quake against Riku's own thighs made his groin ache. There was a promise of blue balls in the future.
Cautious fingertips returned to the removal of Sora's pants, the mouse silent without it's squeak. It merely watched with minor fascination, breathing now calm with the current exposure to oxygen. But it's period of breathe was caught short as piercingly cold air hit the flushed flesh of his penis, a noise coming from the deeper depths of Sora's throat. Riku smiled, amused by the sound and gently rubbed his thumb along the head. The boy jumped beneath him, Riku obviously having hit a throbbing nerve.
"I suppose you enjoyed that," he teased and pressed his lips against the ajar mouth that panted heavily before following the trail of his throat. His hand meanwhile occupied itself against the length of his friend's genital, gripping the erect penis with loose fingers, thumb mechanically caressing the head. Each few seconds Sora would jump, a slight twitch beneath his fingertips but enough to allow the older boy to realize he was pleasuring his companion.
He bent, hand dropping to run along his thigh as his lips carelessly touched the head of his cock, parting slightly to remove the bead of pre- cum that cried from it's opening. And as he opened his mouth to enclose it around the quivering member, he found Sora's hand suddenly against his shoulder. Questioningly, he paused, glancing up, expecting to see an expression of disgust.
But instead, the boy merely removed himself from beneath Riku, pressing his lips forcibly against the other's as he guided him to the smooth rock below either, allowing Riku's back to rest against the cool surface. Already shirtless, Riku felt exposed to the open air as Sora's burning kisses trailed a path down his chest, his fragile hand disappearing beneath the hem of his pants.
Riku, surprised by Sora's sudden change of mind, felt his lungs lock temporarily to the cold touch of Sora's fingertips brushing along his own penis, a large difference in environment.
Hardly time to think, or reconsider their choice of surroundings, Riku recognized the fact his pants had also been removed, completely, and now joined his shirt somewhere nearby. But instead of Sora hitting home directly, his tongue dipped into Riku's navel, nearly upside down to Riku, a hand drawing warming fingers to gather beneath his testes.
He moaned, resisting the reflex to thrust his pelvis forward, distracted by the slow, feathery kisses Sora burned into his lower stomach, and along a thigh. But the boy stopped, purposely, chin having brushed against the erected member before he back-tracked. The fingers that toyed with the ball sac slid to the length of the penis, gripping it at it's base and gave a terrible squeeze. Riku moaned from behind, enticed by the sensation of another's presence exploring his body.
Suddenly, Sora buried the entire shaft of his penis into his mouth, a hand pressed firmly against his hip to keep any movement from happening. A purr- like groan erupted from Riku, his hand coming to grip a slender thigh of Sora that lingered nearby. The boy suckled, his tongue a pleasurable pressure as it tenderly traced random designs, repeatedly flowing upward then down.
Riku was drowning in complete bliss, though an eye remained opened to watch the ministrations of Sora as he gorged himself. He watched the youth's own penis quiver, excited by the response Riku gave periodically, a moan or groan, blended with a feline purr.
But then an idea struck him. Grabbing ahold of the back of Sora's pants, he lifted the boy with the aid of his knees, losing the wild sensation of Sora's mouth as he removed them from his body and tossed them aside. Then bringing his arms up through the inside of his thighs, he locked his hands across his lower back, balancing himself as he returned the favor.
Sora moaned into Riku's flesh as he re-engulfed the solid member, aware of why there had been a brief, but sudden change. Now straddling Riku, he felt the other's tongue gingerly entertain itself as it followed the veins beneath the penis, resulting in brainwashing pleasure to shoot through each nerve.
Either's fragrance enveloped them, mixed with labored sweat and the scent of pre-cum slipping onto their dry tongues occasionally. Sora could have screamed, overwhelmed with sensations he hadn't known before; it had been a common fact that Sora rarely took the time of day to pleasure himself. And here Riku was, commencing such an honor for him, allowing Sora's entire figure to ache with the desire for release, the pressure gradually building.
Unfortunately, it was Riku who came first, his orgasm a rage as he poured himself into Sora's mouth. The youth, having felt Riku's abrupt rigid form beneath him, recognized it as a sign and readied himself, musing over the sour and somewhat salty taste of the semen that washed over his tongue. And even as Riku gasped with a muffle moan, Sora continued to slowly draw his tongue up the shaft of his penis, waiting for him to patiently stop the flow of liquid.
And because of his own release, Riku's determination doubled; he completely devoured Sora's penis, listening to his quiet moans, his forehead now pressed against Riku's thigh. His tongue rolled over the head repeatedly, urging the semen to come and allow Sora his first oral orgasm. But Riku hadn't expected Sora to such a noise, nearly exploding with a massive moan which remained at high volume even as he buried his face into Riku's damp and cramping thigh.
He savored Sora's bitter/sweet taste, his grip upon the boy tightening during his release. It wasn't until Sora began to quiet that his hands slid away, and Sora turned to admire him with eyes that described emotional exhaustion but pure fulfillment.
The younger boy collapsed onto Riku's chest after he righted himself, and he gingerly lifted a hand to tuck an abstract strand of silver from his vision.
"Riku?" he asked quietly, afraid to disturb the silence around him. Riku's arms wrapped around the frail figure, cradling him against the slow rise and fall of his chest.
"Yes, Sora?" he returned, eyes closed against the sunlight.
"Thank you," Sora replied meekly, observing the peaceful expression that painted Riku's face. The other boy's eyes opened, and blinked idly before directed their attention toward him.
"For what?" Riku inquired with a slight raise of his brow, Sora smiling in return.
"For understanding."
***
Kairi had been baffled, and somewhat concerned about Riku and Sora's disappearance. But by amount of laughter she followed, it guiding her to a hidden passageway behind the waterfall, she came to discover an oasis she had never known before.
And below her, she could see, were the swimming figures of the two, both playfully splashing the other. She thought to call out to them, and lifted her arm to do so, but stopped. Riku had suddenly taken Sora by his arm and pulled him against the firm chest Kairi had grown familiar and fond of, his arms draping around the younger boy's waist nonchalantly. Then, leaning forward, Kairi witnessed an affectionate kiss traded from one to the other, a sting of pain hitting her heart.
But then, she understood. Of all those months ago, when she had asked Sora to help her, his hesitation.. His depression over the months.. His lack of presence; it had all been due to his passionate liking toward Riku.
A weak smile graced her lips as she slowly backed away from their sanctuary. She knew she wanted nothing more than to see them happy, and she felt Riku hadn't been happy for the last few weeks. Maybe he could find the happiness he desired in Sora.
Turning back to the cavern's mouth, she didn't dare a glance back, her head bowed with a secret sorrow. But her heart soared to know she had brought together two individuals who had been feuding for reasons she likely knew not of; but that was no matter. So heading back, she made the solemn decision it was time to go home. And this time, it'd be alone.
Sora was dressing slowly after he had bathed in the warm sunlight for nearly an hour, snuggled up against Riku as they quietly discussed small matters - such as Kairi. They both had decided they would simply explain the situation and hope for the best.
He could feel Riku's eyes upon him as he pulled on his shirt, his belt now useless due to the lack of belt-loops on his pants. So instead he held it, and turned to acknowledge Riku's clothed figure nearby, raising a brow to the unusual expression.
"What is it?" he asked his older friend, stepping forward to stand at his side. Riku shook his head weakly, a grim frown upon his lips.
"When will we see each other again?" he inquired, dropping his gaze to meet Sora's. The other boy considered a thought before tilting his head while a small smile graced his lips.
"How about tomorrow?" he offered, tone light and playful. Riku blinked then smiled and gave a quaint nod. Together, they traveled up the hill, Riku's hand closing around Sora's and lacing their fingers. They dodged around the waterfall, cautious to get wet once again in case it would revive the need to rip each other apart.
They came to the cavern's mouth, pausing to peer through it's opening before at each other.
"I have the feeling you want some time alone," said Sora as he met the cloudy gaze of Riku. His company nodded, once, and struggled with a warm smile. Sora returned him before his arms snaked around the other's throat and he pressed a tender kiss against soft lips.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow, Riku," he promised, releasing his new yet old companion from his grip and stepped into the cavern, yet paused. "Oh.. and Riku?"
The silver tressed lad perked, regarding the mouse with a look of curiosity.
"I'll meet you at midnight."
***
And they live happily ever after while Kairi finds some random islander, and they fall in love, have a family together, proceed to strike genocide upon the univer-.. Uh. Yeah!
:x May everyone rest in peace knowing it turned out all right in the end. ::flees with embarrassment::
WARNING: Chapter five [this CHAPTER] contains explicit YAOI - Intimant male/male interaction. If you are at all offended by this, I -highly- suggest you do not continue reading; I don't want to be flamed for your stupidity and lack of attention. MY WARNING IS VERY CLEAR. OFFENDED BY YAOI = DO NOT READ.
Note: Sora and Kairi are 18 years of age, and Riku is 19. They are or will be on Destiny Islands. This fic will unfortunately be parted by chapters; be prepared for angst, denial and what not.
For Kirei.. Who likes yaoi and demanded for this.
***
Sora rushed down the opposite bank, careful not to trip along the rocky debris that littered the ground. He fell at the water's edge, crawling forward and scanned the surface for any signs of life beneath it's murky depth. His reflection mocked him, drained of color and following the slow ripples of the nearby waterfall.
"Riku.." he whined and bowed his head in shame. In a process of humiliation, he had knocked his companion from the cliff's edge, and sent him somersaulting to the pool below. He thought he could have lived with the fact Riku, oblivious to the truth, would instead have hated him for a sour lie.. Yet the irony of fate had erupted a wave of embarrassment to wash over the younger boy, and caused the conflict of recklessness to intervene once more.
"Riku.. I'm sorry," he murmured, heart heavy with guilt. But a sound caused him to lift his head, eyes quickly surveying the clean surface until the slender, but familiar back of a figure broke through. His gaze widened and with a gasp, he threw himself into the water without a second thought. Clumsily, he swam toward his fallen friend, unaware of the dangers he could be causing himself and Riku, the only thought of saving the other boy plaguing his mind.
Sora turned him to face the brilliant sky above, wrapping an arm around his waist as he paddled toward the bank. The water struggled against him, but he remained determined, and eventually drew himself up on the opposite side, closer to the cascading falls. He lifted Riku from the death bed, groaning beneath his weight and dragged him onto land, then fell at his side, panting.
Riku laid motionless, propped slightly against the rock canvas, head inclined at an awkward angle. Though his lungs cried for air, Sora placed his ear upon his chest, eyelids heavy with exhaustion, and listened for detection of a heartbeat. But the faint pitter-patter of a healthy muscle didn't come, and the fatal realization of his friend's condition knocked the wind from him.
"Oh my god..." he whispered, sitting back upon his heels, eyes wide with shock, and minor fascination. How easy it had been, to snuff the boy's life, and without any intentions of doing so. The keyblade master, the chosen one.. A killer?
"No.. No!" he cried and brought his fists up over his ears, giving a furious shake of his head. It couldn't be true, it had to be some morbid form of a nightmare. There simply wasn't any way Riku could be dead - honestly be dead.
"No.. No what?" the corpse coughed with a sputter of water, which he drained at his side. Sora instantly returned to the passive reality, his mouth slightly ajar to the sight of Riku gradually shifting himself into a more comfortable position.
"Riku.. Oh my.. Riku!!" The younger boy threw his arms around the silver tressed lad's waist, burying his face into the damp cloth of his shirt. The other repeated a cough and glanced down toward the refuged youth attached to his hip before his arms fell to rest comfortably around him.
"Uh.. Yeah?" he asked, questionably with a hike of his brow. Sora lifted his head from the sanctuary of his torso, slow tears rolling across his soft cheeks. Riku, somewhat surprised, raised a hand and allowed his fingertips to gently brush away the bodily dew.
"Riku.. I was so scared.. I thought I.. I thought I had.." the boy attempted to reply, at a loss for words. He searched the great cavities of his mind, finding nothing to describe the pure ecstasy he felt at that moment.
Biting his lip, a nervous habit, he considered a thought as he sat up, replacing himself at Riku's side. Then searching the older boy's face, he leaned forward, hesitating for a short moment before his lips came to press gently against his company's. The kiss was brief, but tender, and left a chill cartwheeling down the length of Riku's back. He regarded Sora breathlessly, obviously shocked by his sudden choice of action.
"Sora," he breathed with a heavy sigh. "I've only just returned.. Are you trying to kill me?" A smile graced his lips, his tone light with sarcasm. Sora merely smiled as he acknowledged Riku's lack of anger, and climbed into his lap, hovering above his hips. His fingertips itched as they reached to cradle the rejected keyblade master's face, turning to caress the flushed skin with his knuckles.
The kiss to follow was brief, but met with another, Sora absorbing himself within the sweet taste of Riku's mouth. His tongue explored, temporarily pressed into a battle for domain before Riku simply surrendered, swimming in a numb defeat to the younger boy's maneuvers.
His hands fell away from his cheeks, sliding along the grooves of his neck. His lips followed, departing with another tender kiss before descending to the pale flesh of his throat. His teeth grazed Riku's earlobe, his lips merely brushing along the nape of his neck. Riku shuddered, choking on a quiet moan, head inclined as Sora continued to journey south.
The boy nibbled upon his collarbone, his fingers blindly working the buttons of his top. They pulled away the soaked clothing, ripping it from the chilled skin beneath and tossed it carelessly aside. His hands traveled across his torso, rising to caress the erected nub of his nipples.
Riku squeaked, nearly squealed, as he felt the enclosure of Sora's volcanic mouth closed upon a pink bud, suckling like a babe while his hand occupied the other. His dug tightened knuckles into the rock bed beneath him, suppressing a shudder that frequently begged to come. And as his chest rosed with labored breaths, Sora tossed back his head to shake the chocolate tresses from his face, and found himself caught by the firm grip of the boy he took pleasure in torturing upon his shoulders.
He winced upon compact as Riku traded positions, bringing Sora hard against the wall. A little less merciful, Riku straddled his hips and hungrily nibbled upon his lower lip. His tongue explored the youth's mouth, bruising his lips with their greedy intentions, but flavorable taste. His hand ignored the boundaries of his shirt, and instead distracted itself with the thick belt of the boy's pants.
He tore it from it's belt-loops, flinging it aside before amusingly massaging the mouse's inner thighs. Sora flinched beneath him, nearly lost within the fantasy of Riku attempting to consume him. But the other figure broke lip-contact, directing his attention to the growing erection already visible behind the denim of Sora's shorts.
"A little excited, are we?" he mused, chancing a glance to the boy's gaze, and suddenly hesitated. He could see it, scribbled over the delicate features of his friend's face: fear. He was terrified; it was masked by the cloudy expression of lust that disguised his face, but the dark spots were peaking through.
'He doesn't want sex... Not yet,' Riku realized and considered a thought for a moment. Then sitting up, he leaned over Sora once more, regarding him with the cold frost of his aqua eyes.
"Sora.. What is it you want?" he asked, feeling it quite unlike his nature. The boy's eyes widened as he staggered to catch his breath, lips moving audibly though dumb without sound.
"What.. is it I want?" he repeated, wetting his lips with a quick sweep of his tongue. Riku ignored the urge to choke him with another kiss, and instead nodded.
"What is it you want to do? I don't want to hurt you, Sora.. There's plenty of time for you and me," he cooed, tracing circles over his flushed cheeks. He observed him tremble, then tilt his cheek into the palm of his hand, heaving a quiet sigh of relief.
"I want you," he replied gently, eyes describing innocent truth.
"But.. Not in that way," Riku explained, carefully spacing his words.
"Not yet, at least." Riku nodded to Sora's addition and shared a soft peck, filled with hungry affection. "But.. I don't want to stop now." The statement was simple, yet confused Riku even as he blinked absently, allowing it to replay within his mind.
As he shifted back, inspecting the panted, but relaxed position of his friend, the still apparent erection trapped beneath his pants, he could detect the definite need for fulfillment. Simply not the kind Riku currently desired.
His eyes roamed Sora's petite figure, admiring it's feminine curves, the slender pout of his hips, the shapely size of his thighs. It seemed perfect for the boy, and to feel him shiver and quake against Riku's own thighs made his groin ache. There was a promise of blue balls in the future.
Cautious fingertips returned to the removal of Sora's pants, the mouse silent without it's squeak. It merely watched with minor fascination, breathing now calm with the current exposure to oxygen. But it's period of breathe was caught short as piercingly cold air hit the flushed flesh of his penis, a noise coming from the deeper depths of Sora's throat. Riku smiled, amused by the sound and gently rubbed his thumb along the head. The boy jumped beneath him, Riku obviously having hit a throbbing nerve.
"I suppose you enjoyed that," he teased and pressed his lips against the ajar mouth that panted heavily before following the trail of his throat. His hand meanwhile occupied itself against the length of his friend's genital, gripping the erect penis with loose fingers, thumb mechanically caressing the head. Each few seconds Sora would jump, a slight twitch beneath his fingertips but enough to allow the older boy to realize he was pleasuring his companion.
He bent, hand dropping to run along his thigh as his lips carelessly touched the head of his cock, parting slightly to remove the bead of pre- cum that cried from it's opening. And as he opened his mouth to enclose it around the quivering member, he found Sora's hand suddenly against his shoulder. Questioningly, he paused, glancing up, expecting to see an expression of disgust.
But instead, the boy merely removed himself from beneath Riku, pressing his lips forcibly against the other's as he guided him to the smooth rock below either, allowing Riku's back to rest against the cool surface. Already shirtless, Riku felt exposed to the open air as Sora's burning kisses trailed a path down his chest, his fragile hand disappearing beneath the hem of his pants.
Riku, surprised by Sora's sudden change of mind, felt his lungs lock temporarily to the cold touch of Sora's fingertips brushing along his own penis, a large difference in environment.
Hardly time to think, or reconsider their choice of surroundings, Riku recognized the fact his pants had also been removed, completely, and now joined his shirt somewhere nearby. But instead of Sora hitting home directly, his tongue dipped into Riku's navel, nearly upside down to Riku, a hand drawing warming fingers to gather beneath his testes.
He moaned, resisting the reflex to thrust his pelvis forward, distracted by the slow, feathery kisses Sora burned into his lower stomach, and along a thigh. But the boy stopped, purposely, chin having brushed against the erected member before he back-tracked. The fingers that toyed with the ball sac slid to the length of the penis, gripping it at it's base and gave a terrible squeeze. Riku moaned from behind, enticed by the sensation of another's presence exploring his body.
Suddenly, Sora buried the entire shaft of his penis into his mouth, a hand pressed firmly against his hip to keep any movement from happening. A purr- like groan erupted from Riku, his hand coming to grip a slender thigh of Sora that lingered nearby. The boy suckled, his tongue a pleasurable pressure as it tenderly traced random designs, repeatedly flowing upward then down.
Riku was drowning in complete bliss, though an eye remained opened to watch the ministrations of Sora as he gorged himself. He watched the youth's own penis quiver, excited by the response Riku gave periodically, a moan or groan, blended with a feline purr.
But then an idea struck him. Grabbing ahold of the back of Sora's pants, he lifted the boy with the aid of his knees, losing the wild sensation of Sora's mouth as he removed them from his body and tossed them aside. Then bringing his arms up through the inside of his thighs, he locked his hands across his lower back, balancing himself as he returned the favor.
Sora moaned into Riku's flesh as he re-engulfed the solid member, aware of why there had been a brief, but sudden change. Now straddling Riku, he felt the other's tongue gingerly entertain itself as it followed the veins beneath the penis, resulting in brainwashing pleasure to shoot through each nerve.
Either's fragrance enveloped them, mixed with labored sweat and the scent of pre-cum slipping onto their dry tongues occasionally. Sora could have screamed, overwhelmed with sensations he hadn't known before; it had been a common fact that Sora rarely took the time of day to pleasure himself. And here Riku was, commencing such an honor for him, allowing Sora's entire figure to ache with the desire for release, the pressure gradually building.
Unfortunately, it was Riku who came first, his orgasm a rage as he poured himself into Sora's mouth. The youth, having felt Riku's abrupt rigid form beneath him, recognized it as a sign and readied himself, musing over the sour and somewhat salty taste of the semen that washed over his tongue. And even as Riku gasped with a muffle moan, Sora continued to slowly draw his tongue up the shaft of his penis, waiting for him to patiently stop the flow of liquid.
And because of his own release, Riku's determination doubled; he completely devoured Sora's penis, listening to his quiet moans, his forehead now pressed against Riku's thigh. His tongue rolled over the head repeatedly, urging the semen to come and allow Sora his first oral orgasm. But Riku hadn't expected Sora to such a noise, nearly exploding with a massive moan which remained at high volume even as he buried his face into Riku's damp and cramping thigh.
He savored Sora's bitter/sweet taste, his grip upon the boy tightening during his release. It wasn't until Sora began to quiet that his hands slid away, and Sora turned to admire him with eyes that described emotional exhaustion but pure fulfillment.
The younger boy collapsed onto Riku's chest after he righted himself, and he gingerly lifted a hand to tuck an abstract strand of silver from his vision.
"Riku?" he asked quietly, afraid to disturb the silence around him. Riku's arms wrapped around the frail figure, cradling him against the slow rise and fall of his chest.
"Yes, Sora?" he returned, eyes closed against the sunlight.
"Thank you," Sora replied meekly, observing the peaceful expression that painted Riku's face. The other boy's eyes opened, and blinked idly before directed their attention toward him.
"For what?" Riku inquired with a slight raise of his brow, Sora smiling in return.
"For understanding."
***
Kairi had been baffled, and somewhat concerned about Riku and Sora's disappearance. But by amount of laughter she followed, it guiding her to a hidden passageway behind the waterfall, she came to discover an oasis she had never known before.
And below her, she could see, were the swimming figures of the two, both playfully splashing the other. She thought to call out to them, and lifted her arm to do so, but stopped. Riku had suddenly taken Sora by his arm and pulled him against the firm chest Kairi had grown familiar and fond of, his arms draping around the younger boy's waist nonchalantly. Then, leaning forward, Kairi witnessed an affectionate kiss traded from one to the other, a sting of pain hitting her heart.
But then, she understood. Of all those months ago, when she had asked Sora to help her, his hesitation.. His depression over the months.. His lack of presence; it had all been due to his passionate liking toward Riku.
A weak smile graced her lips as she slowly backed away from their sanctuary. She knew she wanted nothing more than to see them happy, and she felt Riku hadn't been happy for the last few weeks. Maybe he could find the happiness he desired in Sora.
Turning back to the cavern's mouth, she didn't dare a glance back, her head bowed with a secret sorrow. But her heart soared to know she had brought together two individuals who had been feuding for reasons she likely knew not of; but that was no matter. So heading back, she made the solemn decision it was time to go home. And this time, it'd be alone.
Sora was dressing slowly after he had bathed in the warm sunlight for nearly an hour, snuggled up against Riku as they quietly discussed small matters - such as Kairi. They both had decided they would simply explain the situation and hope for the best.
He could feel Riku's eyes upon him as he pulled on his shirt, his belt now useless due to the lack of belt-loops on his pants. So instead he held it, and turned to acknowledge Riku's clothed figure nearby, raising a brow to the unusual expression.
"What is it?" he asked his older friend, stepping forward to stand at his side. Riku shook his head weakly, a grim frown upon his lips.
"When will we see each other again?" he inquired, dropping his gaze to meet Sora's. The other boy considered a thought before tilting his head while a small smile graced his lips.
"How about tomorrow?" he offered, tone light and playful. Riku blinked then smiled and gave a quaint nod. Together, they traveled up the hill, Riku's hand closing around Sora's and lacing their fingers. They dodged around the waterfall, cautious to get wet once again in case it would revive the need to rip each other apart.
They came to the cavern's mouth, pausing to peer through it's opening before at each other.
"I have the feeling you want some time alone," said Sora as he met the cloudy gaze of Riku. His company nodded, once, and struggled with a warm smile. Sora returned him before his arms snaked around the other's throat and he pressed a tender kiss against soft lips.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow, Riku," he promised, releasing his new yet old companion from his grip and stepped into the cavern, yet paused. "Oh.. and Riku?"
The silver tressed lad perked, regarding the mouse with a look of curiosity.
"I'll meet you at midnight."
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And they live happily ever after while Kairi finds some random islander, and they fall in love, have a family together, proceed to strike genocide upon the univer-.. Uh. Yeah!
:x May everyone rest in peace knowing it turned out all right in the end. ::flees with embarrassment::