Chapter 5
Night Time Thrills
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Author Note: GOMENASAI! I JUST REALIZED!!! I'm sorry! I just realized that I had it
set so that anonymous readers couldn't review! I'm sooooooooooo sorry! I love all your
comments! It's fixed now, so please, if you feel you would like to comment, please do.
Please forgive me! I will try to make it up in content of the following chapters if I dun
come across serious writers block. Okies, Gomen! Till the chapters end… ^ ^
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He woke, a slight shiver trailing up his lean form, his hips hurt from the night of
erotic pleasure, but he only smiled, recalling the fabulous sensation of it all. For the first
time all month, he hopped out of bed, faltering slightly remembering his injured leg, and
pulled some clean clothing from his drawers. He dressed, and trotted down for breakfast
with an up beat attitude. Even going as far as to smile and say hello to his mother whom
he had been avoiding all month.
"Uh… mourning Riku…" she returned confused, setting his breakfast on the
table, "you… seem to be feeling better this mourning…"
Riku's smile faded a little, the tone of his mothers voice reminding himself of
how suspicious he appeared, happy suddenly for the first time all month.
"I don't know…" he said in an easy tone, "I just though that maybe I should stop
moping around"
His mother sat her own breakfast down, taking a seat across from him, "Well I'm
glad dear… although… I haven't really discussed anything with you… and I would really
like to talk with you this mourning…"
He tensed a little, but let his body relax, taking in a deep breath, "sure…" he
sighed, his mood far from gloomy, yet the possibility of having it ruined was pressing
upon him.
"Well… I know that we have been pretty hard on you this past little while… and I
know that you are a growing and responsible young man…" his mother began, pushing
her plate to the side as she spoke, her soft violet eyes narrowed in sympathy, and her
white satin hair falling messily about her shoulders.
"Do you think it was worth it…" he interrupted, making her sit up, watching him
with concern, "do you think that I will change… have changed… or do you think that I
have been mended… that I will not disgrace you and dad." He continued, his voice
hardening, a strong need to protect his love welling up within.
"Riku…" she sighed, resting her head in her hands, her pale almost icy skin bright
in the suns early light, "I really don't know what I expected to come out of it all… I
didn't know what to think of the whole situation when it arose so suddenly."
"Can't you just accept me… for who I am, for who I've become…" he went on,
disregarding the fact that his words may lead to stricter punishment.
"Riku… I love you, and I will always love you… It's hard to accept what I've
learned though. I've known Sora for so long, you two have been friends your whole lives,
growing up before my eyes. Riku, I noticed when Kairi came, how it pained you, how
you changed… I watched Sora start to fall in love with her, and her with him. Somewhere
deep inside I knew how you felt, but I wasn't willing to accept it. I didn't think Sora
would feel the same way…"
Riku blinked in disbelief, what was she saying, was she saying that she
understood him, was she saying that she had noticed his infatuation with Sora, and his
jealousy of Kairi.
He looked up to his mother, tears were slowly forming in her eyes, rolling of her
pale cheeks as she watched him quietly, "I didn't want to see you get hurt Riku… I didn't
want for you to have to suffer when and if Sora had only tried to be a good friend and
accepted you for a night… I wanted to save you from heart ache…"
His mother was so perfect and understanding, beautiful in every aspect. Her long
soft slightly violet tinged hair, pale cheeks and unnatural gorgeous violet eyes. Indeed he
had inherited much of her beauty, while taking on his fathers masculine form.
"Why did you do this…. Why…" he wasn't sure what more he could say…
though suddenly, he knew, and once more he felt the anger searing inside, "Dad… it was
him… he's the one that doesn't accept me… he's the one that now hides me from the
world so that he is not shamed…" his voice came, cold and derived of emotion.
His mother leaned forward a little, watching him, her eyes smiling yet still tainted
with soft flowing tears. "Your father is a good man, and he only wants what he thinks is
best for you… but if your love if pure… then I'm sure that one day… he will accept you
once more…"
Riku stood, pushing his breakfast away, "Where is he now…"
"He's out in the back, fishing for lunch along the shoreline near the docks"
"I'm going to see him"
"Your punishment is not up"
"I don't care… I need to talk to him"
He's mother nodded, "yes… you may go, for I can't bare to see you unhappy"
"Thank you" he actually smiled at her, his heart lifted once more to see a smile on
her delicate face for the first time since the incident.
He walked from the house, the mourning air fragrant and welcoming. It felt
wonderful to go outside in the daylight, and walk with freedom along the shore. He found
his dad on the docks, a fishing line left out, tied to a post while he lay back and enjoyed
the heat of the warm sun.
His father was a lean but built man, strong both physically and mentally, making
him a hard man to confront with confidence. His hair was almost bleach blonde, and his
eyes as green as his own. He didn't notice Riku as he walked up, standing silently next to
the low dock on which he reclined.
"Dad…" he spoke, his words quiet yet powerful.
His fathers eyes opened, and he sat up with a jolt, turning to him, an annoyed yet
confused look upon his face.
"Riku, why are you out here, you still have one more week before your
punishment is lifted" he said sternly, swinging his knees over the docks edge and looking
down upon him.
"Mom said I could come and talk with you…" he said, shifting uneasily under his
fathers watching eyes.
"About what?"
So naïve was this man that bound him, "I love Sora" he stated, plan and simple,
nothing else would get through to the man.
His father was silent for a moment, "No… your just naïve, ignoring Sora's love
for Kairi and her returning affections" he said sternly, "your just confused with yourself
because your crush and best friend have fallen in love"
Riku felt his blood boil, his father really didn't want to accept anything… then an
idea came, "Dad…" he stated rather blankly, "have you heard about the legend of the
Paopu fruit?"
His fathers eyes narrowed, and it sent shivers up his spine, "yes, the one about
how it binds the destiny of those who share it"
"Is it true…" He found himself inquiring, taking a step back.
"It's very true, the fruit holds a very mythical essence." His fathers glare bore
him.
"Would you share it with someone you didn't love?" he asked, taking another step
back, shaking as he pressured his injured leg.
"Sharing a Paopu fruit is only meant to be done by man and wife on there
wedding day, binding them forever through eternity, to share with someone that you do
not love would be a disgrace to all whom follow the tradition" his fathers was becoming
tense, uptight, inching closer to the docks edge. The line behind him went taught, yet he
ignored it, watching him steadily.
This was the first time Riku had heard the full story of the fruit, and now certainly
he was happy to have shared one with Sora. Though they were not married, now they
shared a special bond which would last a lifetime and more. Together they would stay.
"Why do you ask such a thing when you are so young and confused" his father
pushed, still sliding closer off the dock.
Riku took a few steps back, almost as if he was preparing himself, preparing to
bolt across the sands and away, far away, away from this world and all it's trifles. His
father watched him keenly, patiently awaiting a response.
"I offered the Paopu to Sora that night… and we both knew of it's meaning, that
night we shared the Paopu, and now, our destiny's are forever linked."
He watched his father, tense as he finished, the man had froze, his jaw dropping a
little as he starred unblinking at him.
"Would you not share the fruit, only with the one you loved, and wanted to spend
your life with" Riku said, now far enough back that he could bolt easily, yet he stood his
ground.
His father was silent for many moments, before finally he slid himself from the
dock and stood, watching him, his piercing green eyes burrowing into him, into his heart.
His father was a good man, but like his mother had said, he always thought he was right,
and if he was proven wrong, he wouldn't accept the truth.
"Then go, out of my house, and live now with the one whom you have vowed
your life to, and don't you ever return to me. I want your things packed, and you out. Go
and stay with him. You have obviously decided that you can make your own decisions.
So get out of my house by sunset" his father said, his voice, cold and hallow, like
darkness itself.
He couldn't move, couldn't think, his father… his own father was throwing him
out… his mother understood, she would never hear of it… although, his father had
considerable authority, both in his home and on the island, and he could do nothing more,
but stand silently by the rolling shore.
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The rest of that day, he had packed, emptied all his draws, striped down his bed,
and gathered valuable memento's. His parents had a terrible argument downstairs as he
did so, sending chills up his spine listening to his kind mothers shrill protests. But in the
end his father had one as always, his wife bound to him, wanting only to please him, and
therefore, letting him be thrown out. All day he had considered where he would reside, he
could goto Kairi's for awhile, though he and her had not talked for the whole month. He
could never goto Sora's, for he would worry to much and his family would not take him
anyways. So in the end he had decided to stay in the old tree house, high above the island
on a winding walkway that led to what was almost as nice as the one on the neighboring
island in which they used to frequently visit to play. Food and water would be no
problem, for he knew how to survive on his own. He would fish, and eat fruit and
coconuts, and drink the water that seeped from the tiny crack in the ledge of the rock cliff
the whole village was built against, seeping only just outside of the tree house window.
He would not tell Sora, but only pretend to meet him there on the arranged nights, and
explain that the blankets and other such items where to make it more romantic and less
stifling.
After all his stuff was packed and ready, pained deeply, he trudged downstairs, his
mother rushing him, smothering him with kisses, and asking him where he would go and
how he would survive.
He only hugged her in response, pulling his sac behind him, blankets slung about
his shoulders. Walking from the house into the night.
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He walked alone in the night along the sandy beach, his stuff dragging behind
him. Who the hell was he to throw him out of his house, god…
"HOMOPHOBE!" he found himself yelling back, taking off as his father stormed
out of the house. He laughed slightly as he ran, stupid man, he really didn't need him,
how long was he on his own, wandering the other worlds… long enough. He could take
care of himself.
"Ack!" suddenly a sharp pain shot up his leg, bringing him to the sands with a
loud thud and a near sickening crack from his leg. "Awe…" he moaned rolling onto his
back and trying to get up. Stupid leg, he thought massaging it gently. What the hell had
he done to it.
"Riku…?" a soft voice suddenly came from behind him, "Riku… you alright?"
He turned, Kairi was standing a few feet away, looking almost cautious of him.
He looked away, clenching his teeth from both the pain in his leg and the unmistakable
anger.
"Riku… why do you have all your stuff with you"
He didn't answer, just gripped handfuls of sand, trying harder to pull himself up,
he wasn't ready to start talking to her again.
"Riku… RIKU!" a warm familiar voice came, and he twisted around to see Sora
running across the beach. Bumping Kairi as he ran past her.
Kairi bit her lip, and Sora fell to his knees at his side, "Riku… Are you alright? Is
your leg still hurting?"
"Still…?" Kairi asked, but no one answered.
Riku gave a soft laugh, once more struggling to get on his feet. The gentle
brunette slung and arm about his waist, pulling him up, "You shouldn't put so much
strain on it, I think you really messed it up"
Riku laughed again, and nuzzled Sora, "Thanks, and yeah… maybe I should rest
it a little…but"
"But what? And why do you have all that stuff with you?"
He forced another laugh, "Oh! These things! He he he! I thought I would bring
them to the tree house to make it feel more at home" yeah… really like home, he thought,
keeping the fake grin plastered across his face.
"Lot of stuff… hey by the way, did you sneak out again or something, or are you
allowed out now?"
"Oh! Yeah… I'm totally free he he he"
"That's great, cause so am I! Funny how they let us go, if they only knew about
last night ha ha ha h…" Sora stopped dead, Riku's eyes widening as he looked over to
Kairi, who was standing looking almost stunned. She didn't say a word, just watched
them.
"I wont say anything…" she whispered, poking at the sand with her foot.
"You wont?" Sora asked, cocking his head at her turning himself and Riku to face
her completely.
"I've already caused you to much pain…"
Riku didn't speak, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't bring himself to
forgive her. Sora was so happy and carefree, and it was hard to crush his spirit. But he
himself was more fragile then he let on, hiding the fact that although his father was a
good man, and a valued member of the community. He was indeed harsh and cruel to
him, he had learned to be tough, and to be stronger, wanting to protect others, trying to be
better then anyone. He was everything his father had wanted him to be, although, now for
the first time he was being his own person, and he supposed to his father, that meant that
he must be on his own.
He watched Kairi, and she looked at him, pained and sorrowful, before slowly
turning her gaze down to the salty white sands. Slowly she turned, and then, with a jolt,
took off across the beach, running back to her house and out of sight.
"So you still can't forgive her huh" Sora asked, giving Riku the needed support to
bring him to the walkway to the tree house.
"I just can't…" was all he could think of to say.
"Hmmmm… I have managed to forgive her, and she has told me about how sorry
she was… she feels really awful." The younger teen sighed, as they hobbled up to Riku's
new home.
Riku was silent until finally they rested themselves on his blankets which he
spread across the broad bench in the tree house.
"I can't…"
"I know… never before had I ever seen you so enraged as you were when she
threatened us, not even when you were possessed by darkness did I feel such hatred in
your words."
"I don't even feel bad for yelling at her, nor pity for her tears now… I just don't
care…" he shook his head, rubbing his leg.
"Here, let me" Sora said, making him lie down on the bench, rolling up his pant
leg and gently beginning to massage his injured leg, "feel a little better?"
"Hmmmm" he moaned, "that feels great"
The brunette smiled, "that's good"
The pale boy closed his eyes, feeling the brunettes soft hands working the muscles
in his leg. The gentle kneading that slowly neared his thigh, which was still covered by
the thick fabric of his rolled pants.
"You really brought a lot of stuff out here, do we really need it all?" the young
teen inquired, Riku sighing as he let the boys hands work as high up on his thigh as he
could.
"Maybe it's to much… but I only want the best" he half lied relaxing his tense
shoulders.
"Hmmm, how about I give you a full body massage? Hm?" Sora grinned, and the
silver haired boy agreed with a silent nod.
He felt the brunette's searing touch scorch his pale skin as the boys hands trailed
under his shirt, pulling it over his head. He then felt the sheer rush of awaiting pleasures
as Sora unbuttoned and worked off his pants.
"Now roll onto your stomach" he ordered, and Riku eagerly turned, resting his
hands beneath his head.
He felt the sheer wondrous sensation, as the boys near skilled hands began
kneading and pumping the flesh. Making his body burn with pleasure, and he let himself
go limp. Sora worked firstly at his shoulders, relieving the built up tension.
"How's that?" Sora asked, continuing to work magic as he leaned in and
whispered in his ear.
"Oh… Sora… your amazing…" he moaned, closing his eyes, feeling his body
pulse with ecstasy.
"Hmmmm, that's good" The brunette hissed seductively, planting hot burning
kisses over the already worked areas.
He continued, working into the hollow of his back, Riku squirming delightedly as
Sora's tongue trailed the length of his back, jumping then to run up his thigh.
Slowly he let the boy turn him over, the young brilliant teen pressing to him, his
member already hard from all the sensuous kneading.
They locked lips in a hot dazed kiss, their tongue's burrowing each other, toiling
and dancing. Riku sucking on Sora's as the brunette pulled away, and leaned down to
take in his teeth a soft nipple, nipping at it.
Riku arched his back, "Oh… god" he moaned, his fingers becoming interlaced in
the brunette's soft bangs. He felt Sora's other hand run up his chest to twist and squeeze
the other pink nub, while beginning to lick and encircle the other.
"Oh my god… oh…" it was sheer unearthly pleasure, all his troubles melted
away, and only Sora remained…
The boy continued his assault, but suddenly eased up sliding down between
Riku's parted legs.
"Can I please…" Sora almost begged, his pants dropping, pressing his member
against his own entrance.
Riku smiled, "Oh god please…" he panted, reaching his hand to his own aching
member and beginning to massage it.
Sora bit his lip, "Does it hurt?" he asked, Riku arching his back from his own self
inflicted ecstasy.
"N…ooo………………..Ahhhhhhhh" he screamed, suddenly a jolting pain rising
within him as Sora pressed in.
"Oh god…" Sora gasped, his pants bunched around his ankles.
Riku screamed through pleasure and pain, panting hard. The pain was incredible,
yet the sensation overwhelming. His head began to spin and he felt his vision begin to
blur.
"Ow…oh… Ri…ku… you alright" the younger boy panted, falling against him,
"I didn't…mean to… hurt you… oh… ahhh… I'm … sorry… I didn't…. know how to…
do it right"
Riku bit down hard on his lip, warring to regain his senses, "No…ahh… it's…
you just should…ve worked the entrance… a little…" the pain was subsiding now, but
the immense pleasure factor that came was far more breathtaking. The feeling of the hot
pulsing member inside of himself, slowly beginning to slide in and out, thrusting deeper
inside of him made his body shudder uncontrollably. He breathed heavily as the pace
picked up, and he again grasped his member, working it himself, making his whole body
shudder and hitting his climax all to soon for his liking.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed covering his bare stomach and Sora's
shirt, Sora coming soon afterwards, the warm substance spilling into him, heating him
inside even as Sora withdrew.
They lay heaving against each other, struggling for breath. Several minutes passed
before finally Sora rolled himself of, looking deep into his eyes.
He laughed softly, taking his lips, nipping at them playfully, "I didn't expect to be
doing it again so soon, although I must say I am quite glad we did"
Riku smiled hugging him tightly letting the young teen nuzzle in under his neck,
"Your quite the driver…"
"I'm sorry I hurt you… I was blinded with ecstasy and didn't think"
"Don't worry, it happens"
"Thanks…"
"Say Sora…"
"Yeah"
Riku swallowed, "Do you know the real legend of the Paopu?"
"Yeah… Selphie and you told me"
"Yeah… but we both didn't know the whole story…"
"The whole story?"
"The paopu fruits really do bind your destiny's together, and our only meant to be
shared by husband and wife…"
Sora was silent for a moment, then laughed a little, "Really? Well… I don't know
what we'd be now, but I'm glad we are"
Riku sighed with relief, "how last do you think it is now?"
"Awe crap!" Sora yelled suddenly jumping up and beginning to hastily pull on his
pants, "my parents let me off but they want me to come in early for awhile, I can't risk
getting grounded again."
Riku eased himself up, smiling at his love, "Well don't worry, you just get home,
and maybe we'll be meeting here again tomorrow" he winked, and Sora quickly stole a
passionate kiss before yelling bye and rushing off down to the beach.
Riku leaned back, looking at the dank ceiling, the hot seed within him a bliss
filled reminder of his loves presence in him. At that moment all his problems seemed to
have melted in the heat of their passion, and pulled his blanket over himself, drifting
dreamily into a subtle slumber.
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Authors note: There you girls (an guys) go, I hope it was okay. The love scene was a little
short, but be expecting a long one in the next chapter, I PROMISE. I hope I'm not losing
my edge with this. Please tell me what you think of where the story is leading. I have no
preset goal and I just let my mind work the story as I go. I really love all your feedback,
and greatly appreciate hearing from you all. Okies? Well, that's my bit. Ja Ne Fellow
Readers and Authors.
Night Time Thrills
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Author Note: GOMENASAI! I JUST REALIZED!!! I'm sorry! I just realized that I had it
set so that anonymous readers couldn't review! I'm sooooooooooo sorry! I love all your
comments! It's fixed now, so please, if you feel you would like to comment, please do.
Please forgive me! I will try to make it up in content of the following chapters if I dun
come across serious writers block. Okies, Gomen! Till the chapters end… ^ ^
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He woke, a slight shiver trailing up his lean form, his hips hurt from the night of
erotic pleasure, but he only smiled, recalling the fabulous sensation of it all. For the first
time all month, he hopped out of bed, faltering slightly remembering his injured leg, and
pulled some clean clothing from his drawers. He dressed, and trotted down for breakfast
with an up beat attitude. Even going as far as to smile and say hello to his mother whom
he had been avoiding all month.
"Uh… mourning Riku…" she returned confused, setting his breakfast on the
table, "you… seem to be feeling better this mourning…"
Riku's smile faded a little, the tone of his mothers voice reminding himself of
how suspicious he appeared, happy suddenly for the first time all month.
"I don't know…" he said in an easy tone, "I just though that maybe I should stop
moping around"
His mother sat her own breakfast down, taking a seat across from him, "Well I'm
glad dear… although… I haven't really discussed anything with you… and I would really
like to talk with you this mourning…"
He tensed a little, but let his body relax, taking in a deep breath, "sure…" he
sighed, his mood far from gloomy, yet the possibility of having it ruined was pressing
upon him.
"Well… I know that we have been pretty hard on you this past little while… and I
know that you are a growing and responsible young man…" his mother began, pushing
her plate to the side as she spoke, her soft violet eyes narrowed in sympathy, and her
white satin hair falling messily about her shoulders.
"Do you think it was worth it…" he interrupted, making her sit up, watching him
with concern, "do you think that I will change… have changed… or do you think that I
have been mended… that I will not disgrace you and dad." He continued, his voice
hardening, a strong need to protect his love welling up within.
"Riku…" she sighed, resting her head in her hands, her pale almost icy skin bright
in the suns early light, "I really don't know what I expected to come out of it all… I
didn't know what to think of the whole situation when it arose so suddenly."
"Can't you just accept me… for who I am, for who I've become…" he went on,
disregarding the fact that his words may lead to stricter punishment.
"Riku… I love you, and I will always love you… It's hard to accept what I've
learned though. I've known Sora for so long, you two have been friends your whole lives,
growing up before my eyes. Riku, I noticed when Kairi came, how it pained you, how
you changed… I watched Sora start to fall in love with her, and her with him. Somewhere
deep inside I knew how you felt, but I wasn't willing to accept it. I didn't think Sora
would feel the same way…"
Riku blinked in disbelief, what was she saying, was she saying that she
understood him, was she saying that she had noticed his infatuation with Sora, and his
jealousy of Kairi.
He looked up to his mother, tears were slowly forming in her eyes, rolling of her
pale cheeks as she watched him quietly, "I didn't want to see you get hurt Riku… I didn't
want for you to have to suffer when and if Sora had only tried to be a good friend and
accepted you for a night… I wanted to save you from heart ache…"
His mother was so perfect and understanding, beautiful in every aspect. Her long
soft slightly violet tinged hair, pale cheeks and unnatural gorgeous violet eyes. Indeed he
had inherited much of her beauty, while taking on his fathers masculine form.
"Why did you do this…. Why…" he wasn't sure what more he could say…
though suddenly, he knew, and once more he felt the anger searing inside, "Dad… it was
him… he's the one that doesn't accept me… he's the one that now hides me from the
world so that he is not shamed…" his voice came, cold and derived of emotion.
His mother leaned forward a little, watching him, her eyes smiling yet still tainted
with soft flowing tears. "Your father is a good man, and he only wants what he thinks is
best for you… but if your love if pure… then I'm sure that one day… he will accept you
once more…"
Riku stood, pushing his breakfast away, "Where is he now…"
"He's out in the back, fishing for lunch along the shoreline near the docks"
"I'm going to see him"
"Your punishment is not up"
"I don't care… I need to talk to him"
He's mother nodded, "yes… you may go, for I can't bare to see you unhappy"
"Thank you" he actually smiled at her, his heart lifted once more to see a smile on
her delicate face for the first time since the incident.
He walked from the house, the mourning air fragrant and welcoming. It felt
wonderful to go outside in the daylight, and walk with freedom along the shore. He found
his dad on the docks, a fishing line left out, tied to a post while he lay back and enjoyed
the heat of the warm sun.
His father was a lean but built man, strong both physically and mentally, making
him a hard man to confront with confidence. His hair was almost bleach blonde, and his
eyes as green as his own. He didn't notice Riku as he walked up, standing silently next to
the low dock on which he reclined.
"Dad…" he spoke, his words quiet yet powerful.
His fathers eyes opened, and he sat up with a jolt, turning to him, an annoyed yet
confused look upon his face.
"Riku, why are you out here, you still have one more week before your
punishment is lifted" he said sternly, swinging his knees over the docks edge and looking
down upon him.
"Mom said I could come and talk with you…" he said, shifting uneasily under his
fathers watching eyes.
"About what?"
So naïve was this man that bound him, "I love Sora" he stated, plan and simple,
nothing else would get through to the man.
His father was silent for a moment, "No… your just naïve, ignoring Sora's love
for Kairi and her returning affections" he said sternly, "your just confused with yourself
because your crush and best friend have fallen in love"
Riku felt his blood boil, his father really didn't want to accept anything… then an
idea came, "Dad…" he stated rather blankly, "have you heard about the legend of the
Paopu fruit?"
His fathers eyes narrowed, and it sent shivers up his spine, "yes, the one about
how it binds the destiny of those who share it"
"Is it true…" He found himself inquiring, taking a step back.
"It's very true, the fruit holds a very mythical essence." His fathers glare bore
him.
"Would you share it with someone you didn't love?" he asked, taking another step
back, shaking as he pressured his injured leg.
"Sharing a Paopu fruit is only meant to be done by man and wife on there
wedding day, binding them forever through eternity, to share with someone that you do
not love would be a disgrace to all whom follow the tradition" his fathers was becoming
tense, uptight, inching closer to the docks edge. The line behind him went taught, yet he
ignored it, watching him steadily.
This was the first time Riku had heard the full story of the fruit, and now certainly
he was happy to have shared one with Sora. Though they were not married, now they
shared a special bond which would last a lifetime and more. Together they would stay.
"Why do you ask such a thing when you are so young and confused" his father
pushed, still sliding closer off the dock.
Riku took a few steps back, almost as if he was preparing himself, preparing to
bolt across the sands and away, far away, away from this world and all it's trifles. His
father watched him keenly, patiently awaiting a response.
"I offered the Paopu to Sora that night… and we both knew of it's meaning, that
night we shared the Paopu, and now, our destiny's are forever linked."
He watched his father, tense as he finished, the man had froze, his jaw dropping a
little as he starred unblinking at him.
"Would you not share the fruit, only with the one you loved, and wanted to spend
your life with" Riku said, now far enough back that he could bolt easily, yet he stood his
ground.
His father was silent for many moments, before finally he slid himself from the
dock and stood, watching him, his piercing green eyes burrowing into him, into his heart.
His father was a good man, but like his mother had said, he always thought he was right,
and if he was proven wrong, he wouldn't accept the truth.
"Then go, out of my house, and live now with the one whom you have vowed
your life to, and don't you ever return to me. I want your things packed, and you out. Go
and stay with him. You have obviously decided that you can make your own decisions.
So get out of my house by sunset" his father said, his voice, cold and hallow, like
darkness itself.
He couldn't move, couldn't think, his father… his own father was throwing him
out… his mother understood, she would never hear of it… although, his father had
considerable authority, both in his home and on the island, and he could do nothing more,
but stand silently by the rolling shore.
~*~
The rest of that day, he had packed, emptied all his draws, striped down his bed,
and gathered valuable memento's. His parents had a terrible argument downstairs as he
did so, sending chills up his spine listening to his kind mothers shrill protests. But in the
end his father had one as always, his wife bound to him, wanting only to please him, and
therefore, letting him be thrown out. All day he had considered where he would reside, he
could goto Kairi's for awhile, though he and her had not talked for the whole month. He
could never goto Sora's, for he would worry to much and his family would not take him
anyways. So in the end he had decided to stay in the old tree house, high above the island
on a winding walkway that led to what was almost as nice as the one on the neighboring
island in which they used to frequently visit to play. Food and water would be no
problem, for he knew how to survive on his own. He would fish, and eat fruit and
coconuts, and drink the water that seeped from the tiny crack in the ledge of the rock cliff
the whole village was built against, seeping only just outside of the tree house window.
He would not tell Sora, but only pretend to meet him there on the arranged nights, and
explain that the blankets and other such items where to make it more romantic and less
stifling.
After all his stuff was packed and ready, pained deeply, he trudged downstairs, his
mother rushing him, smothering him with kisses, and asking him where he would go and
how he would survive.
He only hugged her in response, pulling his sac behind him, blankets slung about
his shoulders. Walking from the house into the night.
~*~
He walked alone in the night along the sandy beach, his stuff dragging behind
him. Who the hell was he to throw him out of his house, god…
"HOMOPHOBE!" he found himself yelling back, taking off as his father stormed
out of the house. He laughed slightly as he ran, stupid man, he really didn't need him,
how long was he on his own, wandering the other worlds… long enough. He could take
care of himself.
"Ack!" suddenly a sharp pain shot up his leg, bringing him to the sands with a
loud thud and a near sickening crack from his leg. "Awe…" he moaned rolling onto his
back and trying to get up. Stupid leg, he thought massaging it gently. What the hell had
he done to it.
"Riku…?" a soft voice suddenly came from behind him, "Riku… you alright?"
He turned, Kairi was standing a few feet away, looking almost cautious of him.
He looked away, clenching his teeth from both the pain in his leg and the unmistakable
anger.
"Riku… why do you have all your stuff with you"
He didn't answer, just gripped handfuls of sand, trying harder to pull himself up,
he wasn't ready to start talking to her again.
"Riku… RIKU!" a warm familiar voice came, and he twisted around to see Sora
running across the beach. Bumping Kairi as he ran past her.
Kairi bit her lip, and Sora fell to his knees at his side, "Riku… Are you alright? Is
your leg still hurting?"
"Still…?" Kairi asked, but no one answered.
Riku gave a soft laugh, once more struggling to get on his feet. The gentle
brunette slung and arm about his waist, pulling him up, "You shouldn't put so much
strain on it, I think you really messed it up"
Riku laughed again, and nuzzled Sora, "Thanks, and yeah… maybe I should rest
it a little…but"
"But what? And why do you have all that stuff with you?"
He forced another laugh, "Oh! These things! He he he! I thought I would bring
them to the tree house to make it feel more at home" yeah… really like home, he thought,
keeping the fake grin plastered across his face.
"Lot of stuff… hey by the way, did you sneak out again or something, or are you
allowed out now?"
"Oh! Yeah… I'm totally free he he he"
"That's great, cause so am I! Funny how they let us go, if they only knew about
last night ha ha ha h…" Sora stopped dead, Riku's eyes widening as he looked over to
Kairi, who was standing looking almost stunned. She didn't say a word, just watched
them.
"I wont say anything…" she whispered, poking at the sand with her foot.
"You wont?" Sora asked, cocking his head at her turning himself and Riku to face
her completely.
"I've already caused you to much pain…"
Riku didn't speak, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't bring himself to
forgive her. Sora was so happy and carefree, and it was hard to crush his spirit. But he
himself was more fragile then he let on, hiding the fact that although his father was a
good man, and a valued member of the community. He was indeed harsh and cruel to
him, he had learned to be tough, and to be stronger, wanting to protect others, trying to be
better then anyone. He was everything his father had wanted him to be, although, now for
the first time he was being his own person, and he supposed to his father, that meant that
he must be on his own.
He watched Kairi, and she looked at him, pained and sorrowful, before slowly
turning her gaze down to the salty white sands. Slowly she turned, and then, with a jolt,
took off across the beach, running back to her house and out of sight.
"So you still can't forgive her huh" Sora asked, giving Riku the needed support to
bring him to the walkway to the tree house.
"I just can't…" was all he could think of to say.
"Hmmmm… I have managed to forgive her, and she has told me about how sorry
she was… she feels really awful." The younger teen sighed, as they hobbled up to Riku's
new home.
Riku was silent until finally they rested themselves on his blankets which he
spread across the broad bench in the tree house.
"I can't…"
"I know… never before had I ever seen you so enraged as you were when she
threatened us, not even when you were possessed by darkness did I feel such hatred in
your words."
"I don't even feel bad for yelling at her, nor pity for her tears now… I just don't
care…" he shook his head, rubbing his leg.
"Here, let me" Sora said, making him lie down on the bench, rolling up his pant
leg and gently beginning to massage his injured leg, "feel a little better?"
"Hmmmm" he moaned, "that feels great"
The brunette smiled, "that's good"
The pale boy closed his eyes, feeling the brunettes soft hands working the muscles
in his leg. The gentle kneading that slowly neared his thigh, which was still covered by
the thick fabric of his rolled pants.
"You really brought a lot of stuff out here, do we really need it all?" the young
teen inquired, Riku sighing as he let the boys hands work as high up on his thigh as he
could.
"Maybe it's to much… but I only want the best" he half lied relaxing his tense
shoulders.
"Hmmm, how about I give you a full body massage? Hm?" Sora grinned, and the
silver haired boy agreed with a silent nod.
He felt the brunette's searing touch scorch his pale skin as the boys hands trailed
under his shirt, pulling it over his head. He then felt the sheer rush of awaiting pleasures
as Sora unbuttoned and worked off his pants.
"Now roll onto your stomach" he ordered, and Riku eagerly turned, resting his
hands beneath his head.
He felt the sheer wondrous sensation, as the boys near skilled hands began
kneading and pumping the flesh. Making his body burn with pleasure, and he let himself
go limp. Sora worked firstly at his shoulders, relieving the built up tension.
"How's that?" Sora asked, continuing to work magic as he leaned in and
whispered in his ear.
"Oh… Sora… your amazing…" he moaned, closing his eyes, feeling his body
pulse with ecstasy.
"Hmmmm, that's good" The brunette hissed seductively, planting hot burning
kisses over the already worked areas.
He continued, working into the hollow of his back, Riku squirming delightedly as
Sora's tongue trailed the length of his back, jumping then to run up his thigh.
Slowly he let the boy turn him over, the young brilliant teen pressing to him, his
member already hard from all the sensuous kneading.
They locked lips in a hot dazed kiss, their tongue's burrowing each other, toiling
and dancing. Riku sucking on Sora's as the brunette pulled away, and leaned down to
take in his teeth a soft nipple, nipping at it.
Riku arched his back, "Oh… god" he moaned, his fingers becoming interlaced in
the brunette's soft bangs. He felt Sora's other hand run up his chest to twist and squeeze
the other pink nub, while beginning to lick and encircle the other.
"Oh my god… oh…" it was sheer unearthly pleasure, all his troubles melted
away, and only Sora remained…
The boy continued his assault, but suddenly eased up sliding down between
Riku's parted legs.
"Can I please…" Sora almost begged, his pants dropping, pressing his member
against his own entrance.
Riku smiled, "Oh god please…" he panted, reaching his hand to his own aching
member and beginning to massage it.
Sora bit his lip, "Does it hurt?" he asked, Riku arching his back from his own self
inflicted ecstasy.
"N…ooo………………..Ahhhhhhhh" he screamed, suddenly a jolting pain rising
within him as Sora pressed in.
"Oh god…" Sora gasped, his pants bunched around his ankles.
Riku screamed through pleasure and pain, panting hard. The pain was incredible,
yet the sensation overwhelming. His head began to spin and he felt his vision begin to
blur.
"Ow…oh… Ri…ku… you alright" the younger boy panted, falling against him,
"I didn't…mean to… hurt you… oh… ahhh… I'm … sorry… I didn't…. know how to…
do it right"
Riku bit down hard on his lip, warring to regain his senses, "No…ahh… it's…
you just should…ve worked the entrance… a little…" the pain was subsiding now, but
the immense pleasure factor that came was far more breathtaking. The feeling of the hot
pulsing member inside of himself, slowly beginning to slide in and out, thrusting deeper
inside of him made his body shudder uncontrollably. He breathed heavily as the pace
picked up, and he again grasped his member, working it himself, making his whole body
shudder and hitting his climax all to soon for his liking.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed covering his bare stomach and Sora's
shirt, Sora coming soon afterwards, the warm substance spilling into him, heating him
inside even as Sora withdrew.
They lay heaving against each other, struggling for breath. Several minutes passed
before finally Sora rolled himself of, looking deep into his eyes.
He laughed softly, taking his lips, nipping at them playfully, "I didn't expect to be
doing it again so soon, although I must say I am quite glad we did"
Riku smiled hugging him tightly letting the young teen nuzzle in under his neck,
"Your quite the driver…"
"I'm sorry I hurt you… I was blinded with ecstasy and didn't think"
"Don't worry, it happens"
"Thanks…"
"Say Sora…"
"Yeah"
Riku swallowed, "Do you know the real legend of the Paopu?"
"Yeah… Selphie and you told me"
"Yeah… but we both didn't know the whole story…"
"The whole story?"
"The paopu fruits really do bind your destiny's together, and our only meant to be
shared by husband and wife…"
Sora was silent for a moment, then laughed a little, "Really? Well… I don't know
what we'd be now, but I'm glad we are"
Riku sighed with relief, "how last do you think it is now?"
"Awe crap!" Sora yelled suddenly jumping up and beginning to hastily pull on his
pants, "my parents let me off but they want me to come in early for awhile, I can't risk
getting grounded again."
Riku eased himself up, smiling at his love, "Well don't worry, you just get home,
and maybe we'll be meeting here again tomorrow" he winked, and Sora quickly stole a
passionate kiss before yelling bye and rushing off down to the beach.
Riku leaned back, looking at the dank ceiling, the hot seed within him a bliss
filled reminder of his loves presence in him. At that moment all his problems seemed to
have melted in the heat of their passion, and pulled his blanket over himself, drifting
dreamily into a subtle slumber.
~*~
Authors note: There you girls (an guys) go, I hope it was okay. The love scene was a little
short, but be expecting a long one in the next chapter, I PROMISE. I hope I'm not losing
my edge with this. Please tell me what you think of where the story is leading. I have no
preset goal and I just let my mind work the story as I go. I really love all your feedback,
and greatly appreciate hearing from you all. Okies? Well, that's my bit. Ja Ne Fellow
Readers and Authors.