Clara de luna Serenade

Summary: Niño que vaga… el so perdió…so desamparado…yearning para mi dirección…

Sora walked the empty streets of Destiny City, his footsteps echoing through the empty city. The summer sun had just set, and the moon was barely up. Sora's energy's were completely focused upon the graveyard in the center of town, which was emanating sweet, soft music, which just barely could be heard, but was almost entrancing. Someone obviously wanted Sora to come. The music continued to stream through Sora's body, attacking his senses with a mournful ballad.

Sora opened the gate to the cemetery, focusing on the figure who was standing atop the hill, playing a single violin. Sora now knew who it was. It was he; He who always came, playing that same mournful tune every night, as if to enchant the moon to rise. He, who had haunted Sora's dreams, who crooned to him, softly penetrating Sora's soul. Sora could now see the figure's full form, standing atop a gravestone, the musician focusing on the music as if the violin were playing him. Sora spoke the boy's name under his breath.

"Riku." The boy's platinum hair accenting the moon behind him, the teen spared a glance at Sora, and continued with his melody, although he seemed to add more power to the piece with every passing note. When the score was finished, Riku leapt off the headstone, his shirt barely rising to show a stomach now trimmed of all baby fat that once plagued him in his youth. The elder seemed to emanate mystery. Sora embraced the mysterious musician, his cinnamon mane hiding in the crook of the platinum boy's neck.

"Oh, my Sora, how I've missed you."

"That piece was beautiful. What did you name it?"

"I called it my Moonlight Serenade. Did you really like it?"

"I loved it. It was perfect, as are you." Riku cracked a beam; his lips tinted a deep red in the moonlight.

"Thanks. By the way, do your parents know you are out with me?"

"They fell asleep long ago."

Riku smirked as he pulled Sora into a passionate kiss, the younger boy leaning into him and melting into the elder's lips. "Perfect."

Sora smirked. "Riku, what on earth are you thinking?"

"My dear Sora, how would you like some moonlit loving?"

"I would love some." The older boy smirked as he pulled Sora in for another kiss, this time deepening the kiss by wrapping his arms around Sora's neck and pushing his tongue out to Sora's lips, begging for access. Sora complied, moaning into the kiss as Riku's tongue minced with the smaller boy's, each boy trying to gain dominance over the kiss.

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After a while of just holding each other, Riku pulled out of the boy beneath him. Both boys lay down on the grass, gazing up into the stars.

"Sora, look at the sky. This night was made for us." Hearing no response, the elder looked over to see a sleeping Sora. He smiled. "Goodnight, my love."

Fin.

Is there such a thing as elegant sex? That's what I tried for here, though. Whaddyathink? Good? Bad? You never want me to write another word? Respond!