Title: End Resplendent
Author: Missa
Chapter: 1?
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, the game, etc. So, no money is being made off this fic. Only just ego stroking and learning experience.
Warnings: Slash, AU, and angst. Not sure where I'm going with this as the idea came to me during work.
AN: Well, I just had to go and start another fic to add to my pile of unfinished and slowly updated works. I've never written a Kingdom Hearts fic before, but I'm a pretty decent writer and I feel confident while writing this.

Chapter One

Sora felt like he was going to die from embarrassment or shame, and at the moment those weren't looking like bad options. He was pretty sure there was a rule in the Best Friends Handbook that specifically mentioned that you did not have sex with your best friend. Even if you had lusted after said best friend for years. Especially if you been so drunk at the time that you remembered nothing about the encounter and the only way you knew that anything had happened was the fact that your ass felt like it was on fire.

Now Sora wasn't the brightest person in the world (not that he was dumb or anything mind you, he just had his priorities elsewhere), but even he had been able to put two and two (or rather one and one in this case) together. He was naked, Riku was naked, and his ass hurt like hell, so of course only one thing could have happened - and he had been too drunk to remember it.

Rolling over onto his side so that he no longer faced Riku's peacefully sleeping face he hunched his shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut. He knew that things would never be the same again, and he didn't even have a memory of this life changing even to take with him. He was going to lose all that he had desperately worked at keeping and now it would all be gone. Already giving up any hope that things would remain normal, that he had Riku would be able to remain friends, Sora forced his breathing to even out, which prevented the sob that had been building as he watched the image of his friendship with Riku coming to an end.

He willed himself to sleep and after clearing his mind as best he could, thinking of images of static and white noise, he finally managed to fall asleep. He did not feel the drying tear tracks that paved their way down his face.

Riku slowly opened one eye after he felt Sora turn away. Judging by the fact that Sora hadn't gotten out of bed completely freaked out Riku figured that either Sora was too hung over to care what had happened, or he had been too drunk at the time to remember. Riku sincerely hoped it was the latter of the two, since he himself wasn't sure how to address the issue. It wasn't like he had meant to sleep with Sora, it had just happened. He had thought of it before, wondering occasionally what it would be like, but he had never dwelled on the thought. Now that it had happened, he wasn't sure if he would be able to handle the consequences.

It had happened innocently enough. At the party he had gotten into a heated argument with his girlfriend Kairi and had left early with Sora since Sora was spending the night at his place after the party. The fight itself had been over something completely pointless, but those types of arguments tended to happen when people were drunk. He had been arguing with Kairi over the fact that she had stopped sleeping with him, which to him made no sense since they had been sleeping together for well over a year. He had finally gotten the nerve (or in this case, his inhibitions had been lowered enough) to ask her why. To him it made no sense to suddenly stop making love to the person you had been sleeping with for a year, without so much as an explanation.

She hadn't been able to provide him with an explanation and he had gotten angry. He told her it was over between them, though he would most likely retract his words the following day (he often said things he didn't mean while drinking), and had spent the rest of the evening with an increasingly drunk Sora.

At the party he was glad he was watching over Sora. Sora usually didn't drink and when he did he didn't drink heavily, but that night seemed to be an exception for him. He was well into his cups within two hours of the party and it showed. While Sora was normally outgoing with everyone, he was practically flirting with the whole room. The worst part was that Riku was pretty sure that Sora had no idea what he was doing. More than once he had to intervene when a persuasive male or female started feeling him up, or trying to lead him to another room.

He had decided to become Sora's protector that evening until he had a chance to talk to the brunette and find out what was wrong with him. However, after another hour of watching Sora dance on the dance floor (he had no idea that Sora knew how to dance so...freely), he decided that it would just be easier to keep Sora all to himself, so that all those wandering hands would stop touching his best friend.

He was sure now that he had sent quite a few frightening looks to people who approached Sora, especially after Sora had giddily asked him to dance with him. Once that happened, everything was over. They had barely finished the dance when Riku had told Sora that it was time to leave. He knew that it would be very bad to continue dancing with Sora since he was having a hard time controlling his own urges.

Sora had easily agreed and let himself be pulled out of the house. The walk back to Riku's place wasn't a long one, but the air had been chilly that night, and by the end of the walk home, Sora had been wrapped in Riku's arms since he had been so cold. Even that 15 minute walk had been too much for Riku.

By the time they had reached Riku's room, Sora had been nuzzling his neck while half asleep, and Riku's good intentions were gone. He had pulled Sora's body up against his own and kissed him hard on the lips, just like he had wanted to while Sora was rubbing up against him on the dance floor. It would have been fine, he would have been able to stop, had Sora not moaned into the kiss and kissed him back. From there on out it had been intense. It was if he had been possessed by some demon the way he had been kissing his best friend, and Sora's responses had not helped the situation at all.

When Sora's hands had started roaming over his still clothed body and the gasps of his name, not anyone elses, coming from Sora's lips as they kissed heatedly, he became well and truly lost. It no longer mattered to him that Sora was his best friend. It didn't matter to him that he had been in a caring relationship for well over a year. It didn't matter to him that this was another male he was with, all he knew was at the moment he wanted Sora. Nothing more and nothing less would be able to fufill his desire.

He had asked Sora every step of the way if he wanted to stop and he had received a vehement, "no", every time. His mind had been aware enough to make sure to ask, but still too hazy and lust-filled to remember how much his friend drank that night and that he probably had no idea what he was doing. It was amazing how easy it was to block out the better part of his mind that was telling him to stop, to not go all the way. It was made continually easier by the absolute needy sounds that Sora had been emitting the whole time. The way Sora kissed him back, touched him places, cried his name; Riku had been able to convince himself that Sora wanted this to happen as much as he did.

It had been the most intense and amazing thing that Riku had ever experienced, one that he would never be able to forget and would change the way he looked and felt about his best friend. Part of his mind locked those thoughts and feelings away for revelation later, while just burning the images and the intense feelings into his mind. His mind had made sure to burn the images and feelings of him kissing Sora, how Sora felt as he had taken him, how Sora had writhed beneath him with his eyes burning with an intense passion, the look of absolute bliss when Sora came crying his name, and his own feelings as he experienced what had felt like the most intense orgasm he had ever had took him. His mind also burned the softly whispered words, the light caresses and gently exchanged kisses that had happened afterwards.

Now that he was awake however, he knew that while it hadn't been a mistake, it was something that was best to be forgotten. Sora had never dated, he probably didn't even understand the mechanisms of sex. Hell, Sora probably had been too drunk at the time to remember what they had done and would chalk it all up to a dream. While that thought hurt Riku for some reason, it also provided him with a sense of relief. He didn't want his best friend to know what a bastard he was. Friends didn't take advantage of other friends while they were drunk, even if they didn't say no. Still, he didn't think he would have traded the experience for anything in the world, it had been that intense and emotional for him.

Even as Riku reached out an arm to pull Sora closer to him he made a silent resolve to confront the situation only if Sora mentioned it first. Though what would happen at that point, he didn't know. He didn't know what to do anymore.