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Hey everyone, sorry I'm not updating that often. I just don't think that I'm getting the inspiration that I used to, its painfully obvious in my writing. I tried really hard in with this chapter, I even gave you guys a lemon as a peace offering, just tell me what you think. If everyone still likes the story then ill probably keep on going with it.

The True Power Of The Keyblade

Chapter 3

Sora listened to Riku's shocked silence for what seemed like an eternity. 'He wouldn't reject me would he, I mean why would go through all the trouble of....' Sora's mind was rapidly cycling through possibilities. However, that inner voice of Sora's born from always feeling inadequate, for always being second best was more than happy to provide him with some not so pleasant answers. 'It's because he probably feels like he owes you, why would he truly need you, he's Riku, he was meant to be the keyblade master anyway, not you.'

Sora felt the tears welling up again, 'I should have expected it though' he mused, 'why am I crying, I must be all dried up by now.' This feeble attempt to cheer himself up was not working at all though, if anything it just made him feel worse. The first choked sob involuntarily forced its way out of his throat.

It was this little noise, luckily, that brought Riku out of his warm and fuzzy daze. He squeezed the boy a bit more tightly and rested his chin on Sora's head. "I love you too Sora," he breathed into his hair, "I think I always have."

He felt Sora's body stiffen a little and then visibly compress in obvious relief as his breath came out in a whoosh. In response he snuggled a bit closer to Riku and buried his face in his chest.

Then... he stiffened and jerked his face dead even with Riku's and looked down with his face crimson enough to match his old outfit as a realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Riku," he voiced out quietly.

"Hmm," was Riku's response as he continued to enjoy Sora's warmth.

"W-why am I naked," was Sora queried, as he looked Riku in the face.

Riku took all of this in, looking into shining blue eyes and very red face that held almost childlike curiosity. And to rap up this package was a slight pout... nothing more than a slight bulge in the bottom lip. It was the straw that broke the camels back.

Riku burst out in laughter, his whole body shaking with it. Tears started streaming out of his eyes as Sora looked up first in question, then quickly astonishment, then fading into annoyance as he realized that, just like old times, Riku was laughing at him. Some things would never change.

"What so funny Riku, it's a legitimate question," Sora's demanded, hurt pride evident in his voice.

Riku sided were aching by now and he managed to pull himself together, and quiet down to a few random chuckles.

"No, no I totally agree with you, it is a legitimate question," responded Riku breaking into a few more chuckles now, "It's just the fact that it took you this long to realize it and the look on your face when you did, I swear Sora I think your too cute for your own good."

Sora turned his head to the side in indignity, still maintaining the pout, "I'm not cute, 'sides you still didn't answer my question."

"Oh yes, well my dear cute Sora the reason that you are naked is..." with this he gave Sora his best evil grin, which was pretty convincing, "because I was just planning to have my way with you before you woke up."

Once again the look on Sora face was priceless; shock, plain and simple, as his eyes widened to almost unrealistic proportions.

And, once again, Riku exploded in fresh bouts of laughter. Sora quickly realized that Riku was teasing him again and was almost angry this time.

"Stop laughing at me Riku, s'not that funny," Sora was really pouting this time, face and voice.

"Alright, alright," Riku really did need to stop, his ribs were actually humming with pain this time, "relax Sora I was just about to give you a bath."

This, in Sora's, opinion wasn't a much better answer. "B-bath, you mean like as in me n-naked."

"Lets see uhhh yeah unless you expect me to bathe you in a hospital gown." Riku mused.

"Hospital, why am I..," then his mind was kind enough to supply memories, "ohhh, what happened, I mean how are you hear, is Ansem gone, what about Donald and Goofy, gasp what about King Mickey." Sora voice was drifting into panic.

"Whoa whoa, slow down relax, everything is fine, I'll explain everything when we get you in the bath," Replied Riku.

Sora flushed crimson again, "but Riku, that's really embarrassing, 'sides I can bath myself," finish Sora proudly.

"First off this wont be the first time that I have bathed you since you've been here," quipped Riku, "and secondly if you think you can bath yourself then by all means go ahead," and with that he laid Sora back down on the bed and got off himself, much to the displeasure of Sora and took a step back.

This was a lot harder then Riku imagined, it was hard to resist the urge to pounce on Sora again, while he was spread out before him, blankets swathed around him covering only the most intimate of places. He was like a sun kissed angel, skin a golden bronze (thankfully he had had a tan for so long it was like normal skin color to him) cinnamon hair spread out, cheeks stained pink, and those damn eyes.

Riku looked away for a second and cleared his throat while he pulled himself together. "Well..," he looked at Sora expectantly.

Sora tried to sit up but it felt like his whole body was made of lead. He barley managed to hoist himself up on to his elbows but the effort left him drained, dizzy, and slightly nauseous Panic was starting to come back now.

"What wrong with me Riku, I-I can't move," Sora sobbed.

"It's okay Sora," Riku soothed and he crawled back down to Sora to embrace him again, "you've been out for a little over a month now so your muscles have atrophied a little, you'll be okay again once we can get you up and moving."

This was defiantly bad news to Sora; his body was one of the few things that he could rely on. But Riku had said that it would be okay, and Riku would never lie to him. Sora just nodded weakly.

"Well I guess they'll be no more argument about me bathing you then," Riku stated as he hoist Sora off the bed with an accompanied squeak. He carried Sora bride style into the accompanying bathroom and sat him on the toilet as he turned to start the bath water.

Sora could do nothing but look at his feet, cheeks burning as the cold porcelain bit into his bared skin. After a few minutes accompanied by the sound of running water and Riku adding soaps and a few salts he turned back to Sora. Once again he gently lifted Sora lithe frame and eased him into the bath. Sora couldn't help himself as he let out a sigh of pleasure as the warm water offered an escape from the bitter cold of the hospital room.

However, Riku did notice Sora's blazing cheeks as started applied soap to a washcloth. "Will you stop being so embarrassed it's not like we haven't seen each other naked before," came Riku slightly annoyed voice.

Sora looked up a Riku indignantly, " it's still embarrassing, you try being the only one naked and being washed like you're a baby."

Riku eyes took a mischievous glint at this new revelation. "Alright then," Riku stood up and started to peal off his shirt, his pants soon following. "W-what are you doing," came Sora's panicky voice as his face flashed a whole new shade of red.

"You said you didn't want to be the only one naked," came Riku's cool reply as he turned and slid of his boxers, giving Sora a Kodak shot of his smooth backside. Sora's voice caught in his throat as he drank in the sight of his once best friend. Smooth pale skin, like moonlight, tight chiseled muscles gripping his form, and sliver hair (that seemed to have grown even longer) falling almost to the small of his back.

Riku caught Sora's gapping fish expression as he stared, "like what you see," he purred. Sora faced immediately snapped up and then down to the water shamefully. "s'nice," was all he managed to choke out. He stiffened as Riku slid his body in behind him with washcloth in hand. All was forgotten, however, when said hand went to work.

Sora groaned in appreciation as the cloth slid across his back, soaping and massaging as it went. It then slid around to the front sliding across his neck and chest, kneading each side, sending shocks through his body as it went across each nipple. Sora had no idea that it felt this good to be washed by someone else, as the cloth descended to his stomach. Sora gasped, as the cloth slid across his still growing manhood. Instinctively he grasped Riku's leg and bit his lip to try and, unsuccessfully hold in a whimper as the cloth slid around each side of his balls and then gently scrub underneath. He squeezed his eyes shut to try and block out the realization that he was growing hard under Riku's careful ministrations. If Riku had noticed he didn't comment he just continued lower to his thighs, then raising each leg one at a time, calves and feet. Sora took no notice however; he was still focused on his lower regions and the strange yet powerfully fantastic sensations they had given, and the fact that he was still very stiff.

Panic once again over took him as Riku started to let the tub drain and got out to get a towel. The fact that Sora got another eyeful of Riku's naked form was not helping the matter either. Riku hoisted Sora out of the tub and stood him up near the wall and motion for him to put his hands on the bar jutting out from it. Sora found that it was much easier to stand with the help of the bar and Riku's support but only had a split second to realize this as the towel descended on him. Riku quickly toweled off his back and then each leg. He scooted around to Sora's front and started up each leg stopping once he got to Sora's proudly standing erection. 'Impressive' his mind supplied as he took this opportunity to let his eyes rack up Sora's fourteen year old form until it got to his face.

Sora was almost crying in shame and embarrassment. All that came out of Riku, however was a smooth "you know I can take care of that for you" that was almost a purr.

Sora's eyes pooped open and confusion replaced his embarrassment, "w-what do you mean take care of it, I-I mean... umm wont it just go away like it always does?"

The innocence almost ripped the breath out of Riku's chest, he did have enough to chuckle a bit, "sure, I suppose it would but were is the fun in that," asked Riku as he immediately looked a Sora's face, he didn't want to miss this, Sora must have not have had much time to get to know himself on his journey, this should be good.

Sora struggled with this statement, he really hated looking stupid in front of Riku, but his mind drew a blank it looked like he didn't have a choice. And so, as if on cue he piped "F-fun... I don't understand."

Also, as if on cue, Riku, once again, broke into laughter. "My god Sora, you really do have a lot to learn, come on," with that he carried Sora back to the bed and deposited him in the soft linen. Positioning Sora on his back he crawled over top of him and place one of his own fingers in his mouth, suckling and watching the wondering expression on Sora's face. Removing the finger from his mouth and still keeping his eyes on Sora's he positioned his finger near the base of Sora's erection.

"I mean funnnn," he punctuated this by sliding his finger up the underside of Sora's erection slowly making sure to push a little as he got to the tip. In the meantime he watched Sora's eyes bulge and then slid to half lidded as his back arched slightly a quiet moan escaping his lips. 'Fucking beautiful' was all Riku could think of.

"Ahhh god Riku, what... I mean... why," Riku silenced him by putting his finger to his lips, "shh, let me take care of you, let me show you... please," was Riku's request.

Sora bit his lip, and nodded, something had come alive in him, whatever it was it needed whatever Riku wanted to give him.

Riku lowered his head down to Sora's shaft letting his breath roll across it, listening to Sora breath hitch slightly. 'Sensitive' Riku smiled at this, he let the tip of his tongue travel up the underside and watched a pearl form on the tip of Sora's boyhood. Sora hissed at the strange sensations traveling from his groin throughout his body.

Riku's tongue dipped into the slit, tasting the prize and all the while listening to Sora. "Please..." was the whisper that he heard. He knew that Sora wouldn't last long, he had about a year of unsatisfaction pent up inside him. He could handle a little more teasing though.

Riku gently grasped Sora erection as he slid his tongue around him, letting it trail from balls to tip and back again, caressing the sensitive head of Sora's circumcised cock. Sora's hands flew around to tangle in Riku's hair. "Oh god Riku... please," Sora didn't know what he was asking for and he didn't care he just needed whatever it was.

Riku smiled, then without warning, swallowed Sora to the hilt. He chuckled a bit in his throat as Sora let out a scream that could rival any member of the female population. He went to work sliding Sora erection quickly out of his mouth and back in whipping his tongue all over the shaft and head. Sora's breath was coming in ragged gasp, his voice a high-pitched mewl as Riku's tongue showed no mercy to the sensitive undersides of his tip. It felt like all the heat from his body was draining and concentrating into a tight knot in his groin, like a teapot about to overflow.

"Riku s-something's gasp... I'm gonna," Sora was bucking frantically, held back only by Riku's hands. Riku stopped momentarily "just let it go Sora," and then descended with a vengeance. Sora was moaning incoherently now and then lighting struck him.

Sora's back arched violently as the teapot didn't overflow but instead exploded. Forcefully pushing the heat back into his body, the scream of his abused muscles drowned out by torrent after torrent of white-hot pleasure coursing through him. Riku's named echoed off the walls and then was repeated a moment later in a tired moan, as Riku continued to suck him dry.

"Riku," Sora groaned out, his heartbeat slowing down, "what..." was all he managed before his head lulled back and unconsciousness quickly took him.

Riku was sweating by now, his cock painfully hard against the bed, the taste of Sora's seed still in his mouth, still sweet with his youth. His face though, his eyes when he climaxed, Riku was about three second from soiling the sheets. He got up and quickly ran to the bathroom. And, with about half a dozen strokes, filled his hand up with his own semen and Sora's name on his lips.

Washing his hand in the sink he made his way back to Sora's side and lay down beside him. Covering himself and Sora with the blankets, he wrapped Sora up in his arms and smiled as he murmured in his slip and snuggled closer.

He still cursed himself over and over again, how could he hurt this boy, this angel. He would never forgive himself, but he could work as hard as he could to make sure Sora did. These were his final thoughts before sleep over took him. Tomorrow he would have to work on getting his angel back out into the world.

Well keep going, kill myself? Throw me a bone here