Author's Note: Here are the next two chapters, once again merged into one. Rating is going up again, some naughty things are happening (though not very descriptive). Also, as I write more of this story, it is starting to get in appropriate latter on and well, better do it now than later.
Also, thanks to Skaddicted for the lovely reviews. And as always, any ideas for a title would be lovely.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.
Warnings: Boys touching, implications of sex, nothing too graphic; and the word hell.
Sora's date with Kairi went well, surprisingly well. Kairi had a great time, and seemed to really enjoy it when Sora held her hand. She was practically draped off of him the entire time. And Sora, he seemed to be enjoying himself as well, laughing and smiling, but as he lay down on his bed after the date, staring up at the blackened ceiling, he felt empty. Sure he had had fun on the date, but it wasn't the same. He didn't feel tingly when Kairi's hand came in contact with his, he didn't melt when he hugged her goodbye. It was just like hugging his mom, it was necessary, but Sora wanted it to be over as soon as possible.
Turning over onto his side, Sora was looking out his window, unlike Riku, he always kept his blinds open, able to see the stars while he slept, and the colours of a brand new day. Sora could see Riku's house from his window, but unfortunately not his best friend's own window. Riku's window faced the backyard and the forest that surrounded them.
This was no help; he had been lying there for two hours now, not able to reach the satisfaction of rest. Why...? That was the one question that seemed to reappear most often in his head. Why was it so different with Riku? Why didn't he feel the same with Kairi? Sora just wanted to scream out. A quick look at his clock told of the time, it was only a couple minutes past midnight. He really needed to talk with Riku. Riku knew a lot about this relationship stuff, maybe he knew what was going on with Sora.
Throwing the covers off his body and pushing himself up off the bed, Sora quickly grabbed some sweatpants and slipped them on. Sora had the habit of sleeping naked, whenever someone asked about it; he said it was 'freeing'... whatever. Quietly tip-toeing down the stairs, Sora crept out of his house, though, he didn't really have to worry about waking anybody up, his father slept like a log and his mother slept with ear plugs in; Sora's father tended to snore rather loudly. Running over to Riku's home, Sora fished the extra key out of the flower box attached to their front window, and silently entered the house. Every thing was dark, but that didn't matter, Sora knew his way around Riku's house, like it were his own. Climbing the stairs, cringing whenever a floorboard creaked, Sora managed his way to his best friend's room without being caught.
Riku's room seemed darker than normal, but Sora made his way to the side of the bed with little to no problems. Reaching a hand out, Sora felt around until he came in contact with Riku's body. Lightly shaking him, Sora tried to rouse him from his sleep. "Riku... Riku, wake up." He whispered softly. Within moments Riku started tossing slightly, groaning and mumbling unhappily.
"Who... mm, what?" Riku mumbled, rolling over towards the voice, but he couldn't see a thing. "Who's there?"
Sora sighed softly and turned on the lamp by his bedside table, unfortunately for Riku. He hissed and threw the covers over his eyes, feeling his retinas burn. "Riku, common, get out from under there." Sora whined, pulling down the covers and seeing a very angry, and tired, Riku.
Now that his eyes had somewhat adjusted, Riku saw that it was Sora. The lamplight hit him from behind, giving him an odd glow. It was obvious Sora was only wearing sweat pants, and his spikes seemed messier than normal, which meant Sora had just gotten out of bed too. But what was he doing here so late? "What do you want Sora? It's late." He mumbled, stifling a yawn as he sat himself up in bed.
Sora took that as a sign to make himself comfortable. Crawling onto the bed, Sora took a seat beside Riku, folding his hands in his lap. "I need your help... well, more like your advice, or wisdom..." Sora explained, starting to lose his nerve to actually talk to Riku.
Riku brought a hand up and ran it through his hair, getting it caught in some of the tangles that had formed while he slept. Grimacing slightly, he dropped his hand and focused on Sora. "You need my advice? What for? Your date with Kairi not go well or something?"
Sora shook his head a couple times. "No, it isn't that... it was an awesome date. It's just that... well... It didn't feel the same." He stated, looking up at Riku.
"Didn't feel the same? What the hell are you talking about?"
"I did everything you said... I held her hand lightly, did the thumb thing... I even hugged her goodbye... but it didn't feel the same as when you did it." Sora continued, dropping his eyes back to his lap. "I think I did it wrong."
Hm, Riku took a minute to think about that, at the same time looking over his best friend. His skin was lightly washed with the colour of his walls; even his bright blue eyes were speckled with red. The way the light played off his skin made it seem so smooth, but Riku actually knew it was, from accidental brushes while playing or swimming, Riku knew just how soft Sora's skin was. Aha. A small smirk formed on Riku's lips, he knew just what it was that was bothering Sora, and making him all cute and confused. "You did nothing wrong. What it is, is you just prefer having those things done to you. You are a bottom."
Sora just looked even more confused than before. He was a bottom? What the hell did that mean? "What the hell are you talking about, Riku? I am being serious here!" Sora whined.
Sighing out frustration, Riku tried a different approach. "I am being serious, too. There are two kinds of people when it comes to relationships, the bottom and the top; or, if you prefer, the submissive one and the dominant one. You, Sora, are a bottom, the submissive one. You like being dominated. So when you initiated everything between Kairi and yourself, you didn't like it."
A look of apprehension flashed through Sora's eyes and he nodded slightly. That made much more sense. At least now he knew he wasn't doing anything wrong.
"So, what you need to do is find someone willing to dominate you." Riku added, noticing that it looked like Sora wasn't going to say anything. He had never actually seen his best friend in this way before; well, at least not in a sexually submissive way. Sure, he had noticed Sora was more willing to follow, then lead, but not that he would be submissive when it came to sex.
Sora's expression seemed to fall. From what he knew, women were always the 'bottoms'. The guy had to take control. And now, he was screwed, he would never get a girlfriend now. "I am screwed aren't I? I will never find a girl who would do that to me..." He mumbled. Sora was successfully depressing himself with these ideas, and once again, he looked about ready to cry.
This time seemed a thousand times worse than all the others. With this lighting and just the fact the Sora looked so helpless, Riku had to try and comfort him, stop him from crying. Reaching out, Riku pulled Sora into a hug, holding his younger friend against his chest. "There are girls who like to be dominant... they are just fewer in number... and well, if you can't find a girl, there are other options." Riku explained, his tone soft; trying his best to comfort his friend.
Sora highly doubted he was ever going to find those girls... he really was screwed. But wait... something clicked inside his head. Riku. Riku was a dominant guy... and they already knew each other very well... Maybe it was a possibility... "Riku... will you dominate me?" There was something in his voice, it was almost pleading, his brows furrowed slightly in worry. He still looked like he was going to burst into tears at any second.
Riku's whole body tensed as Sora asked those words; though, somewhere in his head, he knew Sora was going to ask that of him. Did Sora understand that it could ruin their friendship? Never once did the thought of something more than friendship run through Riku's mind. Sure, Sora wasn't hard on the eyes, but he would never want to chance ruining their friendship; he didn't want to hurt Sora if he got emotionally attached. Riku was only ever in it for the sex.
The long silence was eating away at Sora's mind... he didn't want Riku to reject him too. He wouldn't be able to handle it if he did. Bringing one hand up, he lightly held onto Riku's neck, pulling himself up slightly. He didn't even fully know what he was doing, just trying anything he could to get Riku to dominate him; assure him there was nothing wrong with him, he just needed someone else to be in charge. Sure, that could be seen as just using Riku, but he needed this... being alone hurt. And he didn't want to hurt anymore. Pressing his lips gently to Riku's neck, Sora trailed kisses up his neck, coming to a stop near his ear. Sora could smell the faint fragrance of Riku's shampoo on his hair, finding the smell intoxicating.
"Please...?" He whispered softly, licking and nibbling his best friend's ear. Sora felt Riku shudder at his touches, and knew he was getting to his friend. "Just for a while... I just need to know... that there is nothing wrong with me being submissive."
Riku was trying his best to think logically, but with Sora so close, it was becoming increasingly difficult. Never before had he been with someone who so readily gave themselves up like this. It always took some charm and careful words on his part to get them into his bed. And yet here was his best friend, begging him to fool around with him. It wouldn't be right to give up a chance like this, was it?
Turning his head slightly, so he was now somewhat facing Sora, Riku slipped his arms down so they were hanging loosely around Sora's waist, fingers hooked in the top of his sweat pants. "Alright... but tell me when you've had enough." Riku whispered softly before capturing Sora's lips with his own.
This was Sora's first kiss, and sure it was rather clumsy on his part, but it felt indescribable. It was that tingly feeling multiplied by thousands... simply wonderful. Sora never wanted it to end. It was addictive, this feeling Riku brought him; like a drug. Yes, that was what Riku was, a drug; his touches, his kisses that were now scattered all over Sora's chest, Sora would give his soul for more of them. He wasn't sure when he had been laid down on the bed, but there he was, his eyes closed, lips parted as he gasped for air. Riku had moved down his body, kissing every inch of skin that was so far revealed; his lips ready for what was still covered. Sora's hands were tangle in those messy silver locks, holding the beautiful mouth in place while he arched and writhed his body underneath.
"Oh god... Riku, don't stop..."
Thank god for Saturdays, they really were wonderful things. No school meant no getting up at ungodly hours of the morning, which in turn meant sleeping in. Sora was taking full advantage of sleeping in, well as much as he could. He was finding himself unbearably hot, and it was this discomfort that woke him up at nine in the morning.
Groaning softly, Sora pried his sleep-filled eyes open, groaning again as the dim light of the room hit them. Closing his eyes quickly, Sora opted to go back to bed, but there was still the problem of that heat. Trying to roll over, away from the heat, Sora was slightly startled to find he couldn't, something was stopping him. That was when it hit him. Opening his eyes wide, Sora realized it was someone stopping him from rolling over; that someone being Riku. He was lying in bed with his best friend, both of them naked as the day they were born, and Riku wrapped around him. Oh god, Sora could feel their bodies touching, skin sticking together with the sweat that had formed on their bodies the night before; Riku's body spooned against Sora's. Sora started panicking; he hadn't wanted to go /that/ far... He just wanted some kissing and touching. Everything about the night they had spent together was clear as day in his mind. He had enjoyed it so much... he hadn't protest at all. Sora felt sick.
The body beside him moved slightly, pressing their bodies closer together, much to Sora's horror. He wanted out. A soft sound humming past those soft lips behind him told him that Riku was waking up. There was no time to run now.
Riku hugged the body in front of him even tighter to his chest, a smile on his lips. "Good morning..." He whispered softly, nuzzling into Sora's hair, smelling the faint odour of sweat mixed in with strawberry shampoo. Sora didn't answer him, just stayed still, his body stiff. Maybe this was all just a dream, all a horrible, frightening dream and he would wake up soon enough. "You were wonderful last night, Sora." Riku went on, his voice portraying his relaxed and carefree mood. "Much better than anyone else I have been with... Hard to believe it was your first time." Oh god, Sora just wanted Riku to shut up. But it was true, Riku had been his first; his first everything in fact. His first kiss, his first cock, his first lover; and it was all rather revolting to him at the moment.
"Please... don't tell me..." Sora squeaked out, finally managing to find his voice.
"Yup, and you are lucky my parents already know I am having sex, you were really loud last night." Riku laughed, lightly kissing Sora's neck. "Not that I minded, your moan is so hot... and I liked making you cry out in pleasure." He continued to mumble, kissing up Sora neck.
Even though his kisses were causing that familiar tingling feeling inside of him, Sora didn't want to feel it anymore. Somehow, Sora managed to push Riku away, and tumbled out of the bed, onto the floor; the air in the room was cold and it bit his warm flesh. Curling himself into a ball on the ground, Sora grabbed fistfuls of his messy brown hair as he started crying.
Riku was confused, that had never happened before. No one had ever cried after sex; so he was a little lost at what to do. Crawling over to the edge of the bed, Riku looked worriedly down at Sora. "Sora? Are you ok? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Sora only seemed to cry harder, shaking his head a couple times, mumbling something like, "It went to far, it went to far...Oh god, it went to far." He was shaking, as he sat there on the floor, and Riku was really starting to become afraid. Then in the blink of an eye, Sora was up, had his pants on and was out the door of Riku's room. The sound of hurried footsteps and the door opening and slamming closed reach Riku's ears; and if he wasn't sure before, he was sure now. Last night was a mistake in Sora's eyes.
