Lapis Lazuli

Opening Note: Because I keep writing AU stuff. This will be a threeshot, written first from Kairi's POV, then from Riku's, and then Sora's. Okay. Not first person POV, or third. A weird kind of second, actually. Whatever.

Note: This part contains probably the most detailed... intimate scene I've ever written. So those of you that are used to my very subtle sweet fluff... yeah. Not here. I'd warn you about the pairing and all that jazz, but you've come in this deep, right? Right.

Discalimer: noun (law) a voluntary repudiation of a person's legal claim to something. I claim no legal ownership to Kingdom Hearts. Blah, blah, blah. The characters belong to SquareEnix. But you know what? I don't want a legal claim. Because if I did, I'd have to have Sora fall in love with Kairi. So I'm content sitting here, twisting and manipulating.

Dedication: For all the authors on my favorites list, and for all those who have me on theirs.

III. Sora

You find him where you always do, because he's Riku, and of course, because of yesterday. Yesterday. Could you have been any more obvious? Riku wasn't that thick, was he? Maybe he just didn't want to hurt you. Was that it? He was, after all, your friend. Your best friend. Maybe you should rethink this? But no. Yesterday. Yesterday had felt so right, and you're sure that if your Mom hadn't called...

You allow your imagination to run wild for a moment, then realize that you've been standing there like an idiot for the past five minutes, and Riku. Is. Over. There.

You walk across the bridge and he turns, hearing your footsteps. He's smiling, and his eyes brush over you, down to your hip, where the keychain he gave you bounces lightly. It's nearing sunset, and no one else is on the island. You met Kairi in passing, just a few moments ago, and she smiled knowingly. You felt your stomach flop then and there, and she laughed at you, the look on your face, told you not to be afraid. You paced yourself rowing, but your heart is still beating as fast as a hummingbird's wing.

Damn.

"You just missed Kairi," he says.

"I know. I passed her on the way." You go over to him, sit on the low part of the tree beside him. Everything you planned to say is suddenly lost. You think you might just push him into the water now. Something.

"Hey, Sora?" he says suddenly.

"Yeah?"

"Do you miss Goofy and Donald?"

You sigh. Maybe he doesn't want to think about yesterday. You nod. "Sometimes. I wonder what they're doing now." You smile. "When we were bored, we'd make funny faces at each other."

Riku laughs, and you tell him how you first met them, how Donald insisted that the Gummi Ship ran on "happy faces". You both laugh for a while, then you tell him how you'd sing in the Gummi Ship when you were bored, and how You always argued with Donald and Goofy tried to be the peacemaker. You tell him about swinging through the vines with Tarzan, about that embarrassing scene in Land of Dragons where Goofy was the only one who noticed Ping was female.

Riku laughs hard at that.

"Hey!" you protest, trying to keep from laughing, "How was I supposed to know?" You laugh for a long while at that.

"I never thought," you say, laughter subsiding now, "Remember when we were kids? We dreamed of adventures? I never thought it would actually happen, and that my companions would be a duck and a... a..." Riku starts laughing again.

"Well, we never imagined that we'd run into a talking mouse, either. And that he'd be king."

You look out at the ocean together again, and for a long while, neither of you says anything. The sun is lower in the sky now, and already the blue is streaked with gold. Orange. Red. You look up and imagine you see the first star shining through. You look over at Riku and find that he's staring at you.

"I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't found you, Riku," you hear yourself saying. He's quiet for a few moments, and you wonder if you've said something wrong. Then he's standing in front of you, and one of his hands cautiously reaches out, touches your hair. You lean into it, but not too much, and you feel yourself trembling again.

"Sora..."

You look up at him, then, patient.

"I love you," he manages to say at last. "I always have."

It's all you need to hear. You close the distance between you, hearing him whisper your name once before your lips touch. It's thrilling, the gentleness of it, and after a moment he steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around you, and you tilt your head back just a little, suckling his bottom lip and delighting in the moan it produces. He in turn runs his tongue lightly over your lips and you can't suppress the shiver that runs up and down your body. He gently bites your lip, his tongue darting out to it again, and you gasp. His tongue slides past your lips and you hold onto him, feeling weak. You are hesitant, but soon your tongue is exploring his mouth as well, and the quiet is filled with sighs and soft moans. He whispers your name, his voice layered with husk, and you can't believe how intense his gaze is.

You let him pull you down onto the sand, whimper in ecstasy when he breaks your kiss to leave a trail of sweet, feather light ones along your neck. You groan, wanting to do something for him, make him feel that same wonderful ache quaver all over. You run your hands through his hair, trail them down his back, folding the cloth of his shirt back and feel his breath hitch. His skin is warm and firm and your fingers dig into it as his mouth descends on yours again. Sweet torture. His own hands slip under your shirt as well, lightly stroking the faint lines of muscle, and you have to slip your fingers under the waistband of his pants to even hope to match the pleasure for him.

He stiffens a moment, pulls back to look at you. You sit up and pull off your shirt, pull him down for another kiss. He relaxes and you wait until you can't stand it and you arch your back a little, pulling him gently down to the sand and grinding your hips against his. He gasps in surprise and moans into your mouth, breaks the kiss and buries his face in your neck. You move against him again, and he makes a sound in the back of his throat that you love because it's for you alone.

"Sora...?"

His voice is raw with emotion. You almost panic, but you can't stop now. That warmth is spreading everywhere, and as your fingers reach down and pull at the fastenings of his pants, you meet his eyes.

"Sora."

"Riku... I... I need you," you choke out, and he nods, kisses you again. This one is more passionate than the others. This one is lust, and his hand reaches down to help you, and after a moment you feel the warmth of the sunset. It's red and gold and orange and purple now, and you switch positions for a moment, placing a chain of kisses from his lips down his jawline to his collarbone, slowly letting your hand wrap around his manhood.

His body arches and your hand moves, stroking and feeling him harden beneath you with each moan. Finally, you take the length into your mouth. Somehow, you know exactly how to do this, to please him, and when you're done he's breathing heavily and you only have a moment to breathe before you find yourself flat on your back again, and he's giving you the same attentions. You can only hope that you were this good to him.

The angles of your bodies seem to compliment each other perfectly, so that when you're both ready it's everything you ever wanted and more.

For a long time after, all you can say is his name, and he yours. Then you're both looking up at the stars, the last of the lapis lazuli fading from the sky.

It's been days, but the feeling hasn't left you. Whenever you're with him, you're happy. Just as you always were, but now it threatens to overwhelm you. You don't care. Once again, you're together, looking out at the ocean. You lean against the tree and he sits above you. You've been thinking a lot today, and at last you ask something you've been wanting his opinion on.

"Hey, Riku, what do you think it was... the door of light?"

He smiles and laughs, jumps down and faces you.

"Here." His fingertip lightly touches the place above your heart, and you smile, understanding. The moment is so perfect you think you might just kiss him, but suddenly Kairi is there, coming across the bridge and calling, "Sora! Riku!"

"Hey, Kairi, what's up?"

She holds out a bottled message. The paper is stamped with the king's seal.

- The Writer