Author Notes: Uhh...sorry? Tried to make it up to you guys by adding a little sour tang to it...Heh...
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Warnings: This has yaoi, or to plainly put it male x male relationships! If you don't like it, don't read it!! I don't want to see flames on this subject because I plainly put my warning here!
Rating: Rated R for sexual situations and language
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Self-Control
Chapter Eight - Day Five
Sora ran down the halls with his heart pounding, sweating profusely, and scared as heck. He had just gotten a phone call saying that there was an emergency at his house, and the last time he went to his house he was kicked out by a cruel Riku. Thinking that Riku was in mortal danger - and also using this as an excuse to get into the house - Sora ran up the staircase of his quaint, little shack, taking two steps at a time, and entered the bedroom.
Navy blue boxer briefs were the only thing his boyfriend had on as he laid sprawled out on the bed.
Switching out of Riku's-hurt! mode into Riku-wants-to-be-ravished-but-I-have-to-get-out-of-here mode, Sora turned around stiffly and tried to exit out of the door that had been slammed shut on his way in. He found himself, however, trapped in the room by the three-fourths naked Riku. It appears that the older boy had other plans for his boyfriend and had promptly sprung off the bed and ran to lock and block the door. A full body scan ensued.
"Hello Sora."
Whether Sora sighed in defeat or moaned at the sexy tenor of Riku's voice was uncertain.
"Hi," he breathed out as he backed away.
Riku inched towards him. "What are you doing here?"
"I...I thought you were in trouble."
Laughing, Riku stopped inching towards Sora and placed his right index finger on his chin, looking up to the ceiling as if in silent contemplation. After a few moments, he looked back down to Sora. "I guess you could say I'm in trouble."
Sora backed all the way to the bed, which made the back of his knees buckle and caused him to plop on the plush bed.
"You see, I've been having a problem...for a few days straight. It won't go away, even after all the methods of trying to get rid of it."
Sora gulped and tried to inconspiciously look Riku's lower areas.
Oh yea, his 'problem' seemed to be getting bigger.
Jeez, he missed dealing with that 'problem.'
He was always a good 'problem-solver' you know, always coming up with good solutions to---
"I was wondering if you would help me, Sora."
Snapping out of his thoughts, Sora ran trembling fingers through his hair and tried to look away from silver-haired boy in front of him. He actually covered his face with his hands and practiced inhaling and exhaling techniques. "I-I can't...solve...problems..."
He stopped. Inhale. "I..." Exhale. "Really..." Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. "C-Can't..."
"Oh." There was a dejected tone to the reply that cut through Sora more so than anger would have. He risked a chance at looking at Riku and saw an equally dejected expression. The urge to get up, say screw the bet, then screw Riku was so overwhelming that he did stand up, but that was as far as he went.
Then he sat back down at the straightened stance that Riku was now sporting.
Riku swivled on his naked heel, walked to the section of a wall next to the door, and leaned against it with one hand as he sighed with exaggeration. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this."
Sora's sapphire eyes widened. That was the tone he used when he 'promised' to fuck him until he only knew his name.
Oh.
Shit.
Another exaggerated sigh. "You've forced me, Sora, to take matters into my own hands."
Sora stared. What was that supposed to mean?!
Riku turned around, but refrained from moving closer to Sora. His hand looked as if it were playing with his navel in a distracted, almost nervous, motion, but Sora knew better.
That motion was carefully crafted.
It moved lower, still moving in that same distracted motion, until it reached the waistband of the boxer briefs. The hand stopped. Sora stopped breathing. Time stopped. Hell, everything just STOPPED!
"I'm just...going to have to solve it by myself, I guess..."
The hand went under, following the thin trail of silver hair that disappeared under the shorts, moving slower, but still in that distracted motion. Riku moaned softly. Sora moaned loudly and tried to break the transfixed gaze he had on that damn hand.
He couldn't.
It was futile.
The battle was lost.
Unable to have his hand that close to his 'problem' without trying to solve it, Riku took hold of himself. He shuddered and leaned back against the wall. Long, but achingly slow strokes was his pace, and almost as soon as he set it, he began to arch off the wall. His silver hair began to cling the sides of his face and his lips parted, his tongue occasionally darting out to wet dry lips. "Sora..." he breathed out.
Said boy answered the call.
This bet had gone on long enough. Four days was long enough, right?
Right?!?
Springing off the bed with lust-created grace, Sora did three things simulteanously: one, he pinned Riku to the wall; two, he took Riku's hand out of his boxers; and three, he forced his lips onto Riku's with animal-like strength. Riku responded immediately and plunged his tongue into Sora's mouth as soon as he opened it to take a breather. Sora moaned - not holding back the intensity of it - and yanked Riku off the wall. Their mouths still attached, they moved as one to the bed and as soon as Riku landed on his back, he flipped them over and pinned Sora to the bed. "What did I promise you, Sora? Tell me."
"To fuck me," he breathed out as he latched on to Riku's neck. "Do it now!"
"I am going to fuck you so hard. You have been a very, very bad boy, Sora."
"Yes! Yes! I deserved to be fucked! Do it now!"
Riku silenced his demands with a passionate kiss and reached into the drawer near the bed to pull out the bottle of lubricant.
---
-Day Five ... 11:34 am ... Damien's apartment-
Tears cascaded the cinnamon-haired boy's face as he sat the piece of computer paper littered with neat, elegant scrawl down on the kitchen table. He was surrounded by laughter, and instantly felt the need to get up, grab a butcher knife out of the silverware drawer, and scooped out Damien and Ziggy's eyes. Bastards.
"How could you guys DO this to me?!"
"I thought it would make you happy," Damien exclaimed as he scrambled eggs in his 'Kiss the cook's ass' apron. "Hell, that sheet of paper lying there, my friend, is a beautiful piece of art!"
Ziggy nodded in agreement. "He speaks nothing but the truth."
"Why did you cut it off then?!" Sora screamed as he stood up. "If you were going to torture me with scenarios like that, you might as well finish the damn thing?! I mean, do I get fucked properly or what?!?!"
Sora stomped his feet like a petulant child throwing a temper tantrum, causing the two other boys in the kitchen to laugh even harder. With a huff, Sora threw himself down on a nearby chair and mumbled to himself about 'accidentally running over bastards with a pickup truck.'
Ziggy was the first to stop laughing, so he moved behind Sora and placed his hands on the younger boy's shoulders. "We really didn't mean to make you angry, Sora. We made it to say sorry for yesterday."
Sora glared at the two. They should be sorry. Accusations will never be tolerated...
-Day Four ... 9:03 pm ... Seaside Shack-
"One of you has lost the bet!!!"
Sora, Selphie, and Cloud looked to each other.
"And I know who it is!!!"
Sora, Selphie, and Cloud stared at Damien and Ziggy blankly.
"It was..."
Silence.
"SORA!!!!"
"WHAT!!!???"
Sora stood up abruptly, shocked, pissed, confused, and curious as to how Damien and Ziggy came to that conclusion. Of course he didn't lose the bet! Riku friggin' kicked him out the house and forced him to drink Coke and watch the sunset like a bad actor in a cheesy romance film!
Damien grinned a Chesire Cat grin and crossed his arms as if he won some major war. "You have been caught, O Crazy One! We saw you getting it on with Riku!"
"Oh right, that was what I was doing with my afternoon. Having hot, kinky, monkey sex with my silver-haired god of a boyfriend." The sarcasm dripped from his crude words. "So why pray-tell would I be spending this moment with you idiots if I could be getting molested by him?!"
...Sora had an excellent point.
Ziggy looked to Damien. "Touche."
Damien scowled at his partner in crime. "Then what the heck do we have on video tape? There is a silver-haired hunk screwing some unknown delectable body in Riku and Sora's bedroom!"
"WHAT!?" he screamed for the second time. Grabbing the small video camera, Sora quickly found the play button and pressed it to unleash gutteral sounds of pleasure, grunts of exertion, pleas to continue, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He opened the small flap to see the picture and almost dropped dead at the sight.
A tall, silver-haired man was on his knees in the middle of his and Riku's bed, repeatedly thrusting into the body of a bronze - or was he just tan? - man with flowing...
...white...
...hair?
"T-that's..." He trailed off.
Cloud, Selphie, Damien, and Ziggy gathered around, only seeing the man who could pass off as an older version of Riku.
The sounds suddenly stopped as well as the man doing the thrusting. His shoulders tensed, and slowly, he turned in the direction of the video camera. The recording stopped abruptly after that.
"Yea, we had to get out of there," Damien said while rocking on the balls of his heels and grinning stupidly. "He grabbed this...thing...in like seconds and I swear that fucker was a sword!!"
Sora shut the flap, gathered his trash, and began to walk away. The others scrambled after him. "Where are you going, Sora?" Selphie asked as she struggled to keep up with the long strides of her fellow friends.
"To my house. They're screwing in MY bed!"
--
From their standpoint, the house seemed to vibrate in sync with the pounding music emitting from inside of the small shack. Some of the windows even rattled in their frames, causing Sora to steadily ascend into homicidal fury. Yes, he did live with Riku, meaning they had joint ownership of the house; but no, that did not give Riku permission to disrupt the neighbors and destroy their house at the same friggin' time!
Cutting across the small patch of grass to their porch, Sora kicked the unconscious body blocking the front door aside and pulled out his key, barely being able to get it in the lock because he was shaking so bad.
Cloud helped him out.
He pushed (threw) the door open.
Scantily dressed men and women were crowded in a big heap, bumping and grinding to the upbeat music that blared out of the stereo in the living room. The lights were dim, and there was only a small pathway to serve the means of getting to and fro. All the couches seemed occupied with three types of drunks: chatty drunks, giggly drunks, and horny drunks who managed to group themselves into one, big pile of love. The smell of sex, sweat, and alcohol saturated the air, almost to the point of making Boy Voyeur gag.
In the room adjacent to the living room-turned-nasty orgy pit, there were eight figures. Sora, Cloud, and Selphie recognized three as their own boyfriends and made their way over, kicking beer bottles and random articles of clothing out of way, until they spotted the other five figures in the room.
Yuna and Rinoa were playing strip poker with a mysterious brown-haired woman with eyes as green as Selphie's. Her pale face had only two splots of color at the cheeks to indicate her drunkenness, but she still had a gentle I'm-an-angel kind of feel to her. Her long brown hair was braided to the very tip, and she was in nothing but a pink bra and pink underwear, which seemed to match the pink dress thrown in a pile beside her.
The other two figures were men locked in a fiery kiss on the couch. One had tousled dirty-blond hair with the body of a swimmer (uke), and the other was taller with wild midnight blue hair, broad shoulders, and a finely sculptured physique (seme). The one with the blue hair grinded against the other mercilessly, ravishing his mouth hungrily and exploring his body with quick hands. The blonde only wrapped his arms around his - boyfriend's? - neck and meet each grind with a pleasured-filled gasp.
Damien drooled.
Ziggy drooled.
SELPHIE drooled.
Sora sunk to his knees, eyes transfixed, and drooled.
Cloud braced the wall...while drooling.
Their gazes only broke away when 'The Horny Ones' filled their line of vision, blocking the uber-sexy scene before them. 'The Heroes' wiped the steady stream of drool coming from the corner of their mouths and straightened up. The homicial fury Sora was feeling before was back in full swing.
"What," he enuciated very sharply, "is that?" He pointed to the adjacent room.
Riku, calmly sloshing a half-full (or half-empty if you're a pessimist, which in this case, all of 'The Heroes' and Horny Ones are) glass of crimson wine, stepped forward with poise and grace that should be foreign to a drunken man.
But then again, Riku was a horny drunk.
And lust can give you some kind of grace when motivated, right?
"My party for Leon. All of us wanted to celebrate Leon's promotion---"
"You got promoted?!" Cloud asked, literally bouncing up and down with excitement. "That's absolutely wonderful!!"
Leon, sporting his own glass of wine like royalty, smiled softly. "Thanks."
Cloud melted.
"Why weren't we invited then?" Sora interrogated, feeling less pissed now that he knew the reason for this orgy. "Why weren't we told?"
Cloud's excitement drained out as he realized that Leon didn't invite him to this party when Cloud was the very person to support Leon through the long shifts and work that came with it...and he felt betrayed like he never had before. The love of his life - yes, he did say love of his life - purposely made him the last to know about a wonderful promotion that could help their lives in the future because of a bet!
Boy, was he a fool!
Taking in a deep breath, Cloud ran his hand through his hair...
...stepped forward...
...grabbed Leon, and forced his lips onto his.
Collective gasps and a few squeals of delight came from the small group, but Cloud ignored them. How on earth could he be stupid enough to part himself from this delectable man? Speaking of delectable; he reached down and squeezed Leon's ass, mentally screaming for joy that he still had on the pants with the butt cut out. Leon grunted and holsted Cloud up to straddle his hips while he moved them to the chair he was sitting in. One hand in his boyfriend's soft blonde hair and the other wrapped around his hips, Leon kissed with passion he didn't think he had.
His 'Stone Statue of Destiny Island' title would be stripped for sure.
Cloud broke the kiss briefly to flash Sora and Selphie a triumph smirk, even though technically he just forfeited the bet. He dived back into the delicious heat, all the while frantically unzipping Leon's tight leather pants. He slipped a hand inside.
"NO!"
Selphie tore her eyes away, on the verge of tears at how close she was to her boyfriend and couldn't do the exact thing Cloud was doing now, and ran up the stairs, somehow managing to not trip over the bottles of beer and random articles of clothing. Sora ran after her - even though he was tempted to stay and watch Leon and Cloud with Damien and Ziggy - and into the room that she had crashed into.
Which happened to be his bedroom.
With the silver-haired god and his lover.
Who were still, after what had to be at least an hour since Damien and Ziggy got the tape, doing the nasty naughty.
Riku and Tidus skidded into the room and came to an abrupt halt as they saw the seme of the couple turn around and calmly acknowledge the intruders. "Do you mind?"
Sora and Selphie sighed dreamily while shaking their heads.
"Yes, I mind!" Riku exclaimed as he scowled at Sora. "You're on our bed!" He pointed at Sora, then himself.
When the man on his back rose up to see the intruders, his amber eyes immediately fell on Sora. "'Ello, Slora," he slurred as he leaned forward on the chest of his lover. "Whas I surppos' ta be at work righ' now?"
"No, you weren't Ansem," Sora said, his gaze fixated on Ansem's lover. "Is this your boyfriend?"
"Mmm, yeah, 'is name's Seferirro." Ansem giggled.
Well, now we know who the giggly drunk is.
"It's Sephiroth," the silver-haired man scolded albeit lovingly.
Selphie and Sora sighed while Tidus and Riku cringed at the sappiness of the scene. Sora and Selphie then glared at them.
"Can you just get off of my bed?" Riku asked as he dared to move closer. "I mean, how long have you been up here? The party started about two hours ago."
"Wiku, we already 'got offff' on yur bed!" Ansem exclaimed while giggling.
Riku stared at him blankly.
That joke was in no way funny, especially considering his circumstances.
He wanted to get off on his bed, damnit!
"Sephiroth..."
Sephiroth nodded his acquiensce as he wrapped Riku and Sora's sheets more fully around him and his lover. "We will leave if that is what you want...but can you leave for a moment while we clean up?"
--
Ansem and Sephiroth, true enough, did clean up as Sephiroth said they would. The room almost looked as unused as before except for one crucial detail:
The sheets.
The two piece wine-colored ensemble - pillow cases included - were washed, but they also were given to Sephiroth and Ansem as an early birthday present. Riku and Sora agreed on the same thing for the first time in days; no matter how many times those sheets were washed, it would be utterly disgusting to sleep and/or have sex on sheets that were that used.
Gross.
So the sheets were given to...aquaintances?...and a shopping trip to a furniture store was needed.
Riku was tempted to burn the entire bed after the drunk, but happy couple left.
Was it mentioned that he can also be a bit of a pyromaniac when drunk?
"Ok, this celebration is neat and all, but really, those people gotta leave."
Sora was already furious that those kind of people were let in the home, but now it was going on 11:00 pm and they were still just as loud as before. He himself had gotten drunk over the period time he was over here, and his cute-as-a-kitten curious nature was in effect. But the nasty orgy pit in his living room was something that not even his drunk self would tolerate. He raised his voice. "ALRIGHT-Y! EV'RYBODY OUT!!!"
The group of people only stopped briefly to acknowledge his inebriated yell before continuing on with their sinful deeds. Sora stood up, for he was lounging in the lap of the blue-haired man named Mamoru, swayed slightly, then stomped over to the living room. Mamoru's boyfriend, Reiji, followed him. "Are you sure you want to mess with them?" he asked while looking at the intimidating group of drunks. "I'm pretty sure they're a bunch of angry drunks in that crowd."
At first, Sora only lay a hand on the older man's shoulder as a type of anchorage, but soon he found himself leaning most of his body weight on Reiji. The alcohol seemed to have him swinging from drunken esctasy to the warning signs of a hangover like the pendulum on a grandfather clock.
And boy was it making him dizzy!
"This is my house, Reiii," Sora declared as he made a futile attempt to square his shoulders and straighten up. "They will get out!"
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-Day Five ... 11:38 am ... Damien's Apartment-
"HA! That was soo funny! All of them grabbed you and threw you on your ass!"
Sora glowered at his spot at Damien's kitchen table. Ziggy chuckled. "I know can make you feel better..."
He gave Damien a meaningful look, causing Damien to instantly brighten and run to his bedroom. He came back with a small CD labeled 'Disney Jams' on it and promptly popped it in the stereo he oh-so-smartly put near the sink full of water. Turning it to it's highest level of volume, Damien went to track #4.
Let's get down to business - to defeat the Huns
Sora gave him this I-can't-believe-you-actually-want-me-to-listen-to-this look as he made to depart as quickly as possible. Both Damien and Ziggy forced him back down while they sang along:
Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch I ever met
But you can bet before we're through
Mister, I'll make a man out of you
In unison, Damien and Ziggy puffed up their chests and strutted around the kitchen like bodybuilders on display in front of judges. Despite them writing out that sexy, but on the verge of pornographic scene with Riku as a cruel joke, and the events of last night, Sora couldn't help but laugh and join in for the second verse.
Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within
Once you find your center
You are sure to win
You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make a man out of you
All three grabbed an imaginary mike and belted out the third verse, unaware of the seven pairs of eyes watching them.
I'm never gonna catch my breath
Say good-bye to those who knew me
Boy, I was a fool in school for cutting gym
The guy's got 'em scared to death
Hope he doesn't see right through me
Now I really wish that I knew how to swim
(Be a man)
We must be swift as the coursing river
(Be a man)
With all the force of a great typhoon
(Be a man)
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the darkside of the moon
Ziggy and Damien put down their imaginary mikes and watched Sora carry on in ignorant bliss. The two smiled at their work and quietly left the room with Mulan's "I'll Make A Man Out Of You" blaring from the stereo still oh-so-smartly put near the sink full of water. Sora closed his eyes and began to dance as well, letting go of his worries and sexual fantasies to just have fun.
Time is racing toward us till the Huns arrive
Heed my every order and you might survive
You're unsuited for the rage of war
So pack up, go home you're through
How could I make a man out of you?
(Be a man)
We must be swift as the coursing river
(Be a man)
With all the force of a great typhoon
(Be a man)
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the darkside of the moon
(Be a man)
We must be swift as the coursing river
(Be a man)
With all the force of a great typhoon
(Be a man)
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the darkside of the moon
He was on his knees by time the last verse ended, and fully collapsed onto the plush carpet of the living room. Somehow, he managed to make it there, but it was adjacent to the kitchen so he didn't worry about it too much. Tired, sweaty, and horny, Sora spread his arms out wide and laughed.
Right from the belly, it was the most genuine laugh he had in a while.
It was so loud and obnoxious that one would think the boy had gone mad.
The seven pairs of eyes - the rest of 'The Heroes,' 'The Horny Ones,' and 'The Confused Ones' - looked to each other once and without saying a word, burst into a fit of giggles themselves.
During this twisted tale, several important questions were brought up, but this one has to be the most important:
Could one be driven to insanity by sexual frustration?
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Finished! I took a while...sorry about that. But school has officially started, so updates may be a wee bit more spaced out, but this story will be finished in about two-three more chapters. So stay tuned.
-MercuryGoddess-
