Well this fanfic is a lot of firsts for me. It's my first one shot, my first 1st pov story, my first kingdom hearts fanfic, and my first sora x riku fanfic. Like I said before this is kind of a long fanfic. But unlike other one shots where they have a quick bang bang out of nowhere, this one actually has a source to the bang bang, lolz. I hope you guys enjoy it because I enjoyed writing it.
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My Light
There it was again and it brought him along as well. I continued to see it almost every class period, but it had never bothered me. Last period it was beside me, but now it was two seats ahead. It stood high, the spiky brown hair never falling. The hair had a very familiar owner, an owner I had known for years and continues to grow on me. Sora. I always pondered on how he managed to mantain such spikes, but I never received an answer. I now don't want an answer. I'd rather let my mind do it's work and imagine.
It was 11th period, the long school day was almost over with 45 minutes till the dismissal bell rang. I was drowsy by now and I didn't care for a thing the teacher was saying. He never got my attention, but yet I continued to pass. So I guess ignoring the hell out of him was a quick and easy A. Sora was in his seat in front of me, doing the complete opposite of what I was doing. He constantly stayed alert and focus, but he always found time to laugh and joke with others. His eyes were on the teacher, listening to every word as he wrote down notes. The seat beside him was empty. That seat was usually occupied by Kairi. I waited to ask him about it while we were walking home. But at that very moment, I was beyond bored so I fell asleep.
We were close to home. Sora was walking barefoot, his black and yellow shoes in his hands. I smiled, he loved to wear those shoes even though they really didn't match with the navy blue and white uniform we had. He looked over at me, noticing my smile.
"Why the warm smile?"
"Just noticing you're fascination with those shoes."
He smiled bright, his blue eyes squinting. I couldn't help, but smile wider, Sora's smile was just contagious. Sora turned his bright eyes towards me, "I can't help but wear them. They're my fav."
"I figured. You know what happened to Kairi?"
His bright eyes died for a minute. What happened to her? "She got sick after that swim we had last night. I kinda feel like I made her sick because I wanted her to swim with me." I flung my arm around him and pulled him close. His body loosened and he leaned into my touch. Mmm, his body was so warm, it was never warm like this before.
"It's not your fault." I turned our bodies to head to a different direction. I no longer felt like going home. "Let's go to visit. Maybe you won't feel so bad." I felt him snuggle closer to me as we walked to Kairi's. Why was he pressed to me harder than usual? We usually had some distance between us, but now there was nothing. Sigh. I didn't bother to ask, nor did I really want to.
We made it to Kairi's after that slow yet warm walk over there. She was out back in her banana hammock, staring up into the sky in her lime green blanket. She hadn't heard us come through the sliding door nor heard our bare feet scrape against the grass. But Sora made our presence known. "Kairi!!"
She almost fell out the hammock in response to his voice. "Sora!! Riku!!" I smiled slightly. Her voice was always nice to hear. I shoved my hands into uniform pants and grinned as she got out of the hammock, blanket in tow. She gave Sora a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. I noticed Sora blush. I chuckled to myself, Sora could never hide his feelings for her. It was funny to see him act that towards her. The hug and kiss I received was longer than nessacary. It seemed like she was hugging me forever and her kiss lasted a few seconds. Unlike Sora I didn't blush.
I left early...if 11pm was early. Every time we stayed at each others' house, we'd stay for hours; it's something like a routine for us. I forgot what we were talking about. All I remember is the sky, the darkness, and the small beam of moonlight.
I did my homework, but I kept getting bumbarded with the walk with Sora. What made that walk any different than the others? Why had he held me so close...and why hadn't I spoke up or just seperated myself from him? Damn it, if only I had the answers to these questions. I tried my hardest to ignore the haunting questions and flashbacks, but I failed miserably. Even when I was done my homework and was trying to go to sleep they were still there. I was tired of thinking about the questions. I was tired of thinking about him. I hoped tomorrow was any better.
It was better if I didn't include our late night studies together. We had a geometry exam coming up and I knew the only way I was going to pass was to study with the attentive brunette. We were in his room; I had been there plenty of times the room felt like my own. I was sitting upright with about two of his pillows holding me up when I heard a book slam. I turned to find out what it. It was Sora. He was now leaning forward towards me and smiling. I smiled back at him and before I could ask him what he was smiling about, he spoke. "You ever wonder if there's anything else out there?"
I was taken aback by that question. "Out there like what?"
"Anything beyond Destiny Island. Like other worlds and stuff?"
I put my book down and combed my fingers through my hair. I felt his eyes on me the entire time. "Sometimes. Like, I know we're not the only ones out here. The universe lasts forever; there has to be at least one planet similar to Earth."
"I was thinking the same thing." He got up from the bed and looked out the window. I waited for him to say something. "Sometimes I just look out this window just wondering if I could go to any of those worlds. To talk with the people there and see if they have ever wondered about other worlds too." I heard him sigh and after that sigh we sat in silence. I looked at him still leaning over the window and I shrugged. He was stuck in a trance it seemed and I wasn't going to break hm from it so I just decided to get back to studying. That's what I was here for anyway.
After a few minutes, I heard foot steps and since I didn't look up, I suggested Sora was just walking back over to the bed to study as well. But then out the corner of my eye, I seen him standing beside me. Just standing. I looked up. His eyes met with mine and the whole situation was awkward. This really wasn't helping with me trying to forget what happened yesterday. He took the book out of my hands and dropped it on the floor, now taking the book's previous position. He placed his hands on my chest and I felt them shaking rapidly. I looked into his face and he had a deep blush on his face. What was he planning on doing? I waited for him to continue.
He was breathing heavily and his warm breathe swept across my face and neck. Good thing his breathe smelled good or I would've coughed. He leant his body forward and now our faces were centimeters apart. His breathe was warmer. His eyes were close to closed and he was looking down. I was still wondering what he was planning on doing, but I had a clue. I was just going to wait and see if my idea was true. Sora lifted his head and looked at me, but his eye lids were still heavy.
I was getting impatient. I wanted him to hurry up. "Hurry up with whatever you're going to do."
He gulped. He closed his eyes completely and kissed me. I was right. His hands were shaking more now and I felt his body shake as well. I could tell he was nervous, from exactly what I don't know. His lips left mine and he stared at me. He sighed and went to kiss me again. This time...I kissed him back. I felt his spiky hair glide across my forehead and it was so soft. I pulled him close. That simple hug ignited something in both of us and our lips just lunged at each other, wanting to feel and taste everything they could. I licked his lips and he opened his mouth and I searched like crazy. I tasted the sea salt ice-cream he had earlier. My tongue attacked his and he pressed his body onto mines.
Where did this come from? What made either one of us do this? Why was my body so hot for my friend? Why did my friend have to be a boy? A boy...
That last thought made me tense up and I quickly pushed Sora off my lap. He landed on his back, his upper body propped up by his forearms and his legs bent and spread apart. He looked shocked. I grabbed all my books and papers, threw them into my bag, and left, slamming the door shut behind me. I said my good-byes to his mother and was on my way home when I heard sandy foot steps charging after me. I didn't turn to find out who it was. I felt a hand grab at my left arm and it managed to stop me from going home.
"Riku..." It was Sora once again. I don't know why, but he always ran after me. I could just be standing there and he'd run for me. But despite knowing who it was, I still didn't turn around to look at him. His hand trailed down to my hand and he clasped it with both of his hands. He began to rub my knuckles. "Riku...come back and study with me." I heard pain in his voice. Sorrow. I still didn't turn around. I lifted my head and began to walk. To my surprise, he walked with me, clenching my hand tight like a kid does with his mother. "Please come back and study with me." I wanted to go back and study, just to study, but I knew we wouldn't study. Studying was far from his mind and I knew it...I think. Maybe he just wanted me to be there...but it didn't matter. I still wasn't going back. I continued to walk home. My hand escaped his and that's when I knew he wasn't walking with me anymore.
I made it home and I got into a sudden rage. I ignored my mother and father when I walked in. I threw my bookbag across my room and broke a small lamp. I ran to the nearest wall and punched it over and over and over, bruising the knuckles Sora's fingers just massaged. I stopped punching the wall and stood there, breathng heavily and still angry. I had to hit something. I wanted something to break. I kicked my bed countless times and when I was tired of that, I went to punch the wall again. I didn't immediately notice the foot steps coming to my room, but when I heard them, I thought of Sora again and it caused me to punch harder.
My door opened and I seen my silver haired mother. She ran to me and held me from behind. "Stop it Riku...calm down." Her voice was always soothing, I think that's what she used to do when I was a baby. My punches began to stop and I stood there, motionless. "You calm?" I nodded. She let me go and I guess she noticed the lamp because she cursed under her breath. "I guess you'll be sitting in darkness for a while. Damn, that lamp was expensive Riku. And you had it since you were a baby. Damn it!!" Sometimes, I swear we were exactly alike with the anger. But she calmed down faster than me. "Well, enjoy the darkness until I can get a new lamp for you." She walked out the room and lightly shut the door behind her.
I was tired of being awake. I needed to see dreams, not reality. I undressed into a wife beater and boxers and fell asleep in record time.
I wished I didn't have so many classes with him. I wanted to avoid him, I didn't want to look into his eyes. But everywhere I turned, I happened to catch the blue eyes staring at me. I was getting that for the past five days. Due to him staring at me with every chance he got, he wasn't so attentive. His pencil rarely touched the paper. One time I was walking past his desk to turn a paper in and I seen him writing...at least that's what I thought at first. He was drawing. It wasn't too good, but the idea came across. It shown so much pain and tears. The picture shown me stabbing his heart with a key and the picture was titled: Key to My Heart. I shook and I didn't ask him about it either.
Our studying stopped and so did our walks home. Well I knew Sora wanted to walk home with me, he stood at our meeting spot every day. I walked right past him every day and didn't look back. So I guess I killed our studying and walks home. I didn't want to be near him when my mind wasn't right. But that idea just made me guilty. We were friends...we should talk about everything and anything together. We always have. But talking about that person to that person about a topic like that was just weird.
I couldn't deal with it.
It was raining that night and I was studying alone. It wasn't the same as studying with Sora, but it was studying. It was raining heavily; lightning cracked and thunder boomed. I was flipping through the pages of my text book, trying to understand what the book was trying to tell me when I got to those pages. Pages 1181 and 1182, yes it was a very thick book. The very pages I was on when Sora took the book from me. Instead of seeing the math equations, I seen his face. I threw the book and held my chest. I felt my heart beating faster than normal. I swear, it felt like Sora was possessing my heart, my mind, my everything. I couldn't even look through a damned text book without seeing his face. I had to see him.
With just a t-shirt and some khaki cargo shorts, I ran out the house. I told my parents I was going to Sora's on my way out. I didn't want to hear them ask my why. The usually warm sand was cold and damp and it stuck to the bottom of my feet. The rain smacked my face with the wind helping it out. It seemed like the weather was trying to stop me. Maybe I should've listened, but I didn't.
I stood on Sora's porch, soaked and panting like a crazed dog. I pounded on the door. In no time, Sora's mother answered the door. "Oh my god Riku. Come in. What are you doing out in the rain with barely anything on?" That's what I wanted to avoid with my own parents. Well if I wasn't going to get it there, I was going to get it from my third parent. I ignored most of her questions as I walked into the house.
"Sora's here?"
"Of course, he's in his room. Does your parents know that you're gone?"
I nodded.
"Ok."
I ran up the stairs and barged through Sora's door. He was lying on his bed staring up at the ceiling. I pounced on him and I guess I startled him because he looked like a scared cat. "Riku..."
"Shut up."
I unzipped and unbuttoned everything until both of us lie on the bed naked. I threw his legs onto my bare shoulders and chuckled to myself at his flat body. But my smile soon faded as I grabbed my erection and shoved it deep into Sora. He screamed loud and I covered his mouth with my hand. "Didn't I tell you to shut up?!" Sora nodded. "Ok then, so do what I say."
I slid out, nearly escaping his tight passage, and dove back into him. It was dry at first, but soon it moistened up and I slid in and out with ease. I kept banging him, driving his body deeper and deeper into the bed with every thrust. I moved my hand away from his mouth, satisfied that he was no longer screaming. Instead of the screaming, he was moaning and arching his back, waiting for the next thrust to send him further over the edge.
"Riku...mmmm."
"Shut up."
He stopped for a minute, only to moan my name again. "Riku..."
"Shut up!!" I put my hand back on his mouth so I couldn't hear him. I didn't want to hear him. I didn't want to hear another man scream my name. It made me angry. Now instead of the annoying moans, I had to see him wriggle and writhe underneath me. Damn it, I didn't even want to see him. I moved my hand from his mouth and turned his body around so he was on all fours. I didn't break away from him the entire time. Since I couldn't cover his mouth with my hand, I palmed the back of his head and pushed his head into the covers. I didn't care for his breathing. Breathing wasn't of any importance to me.
I kept digging deeper into him, weirdly loving the sensation his body gave me. After a few more thrusts, I didn't feel his body grind up against me anymore and he wasn't moving much. That's when I decided to bring his head back up. He gasped for air and looked like a fish out of water. I let him take a few more breaths and his head was driven back into the sheets. I wasn't going to give him a chance to say my name again...not if I could help it.
I felt him tighten around me and I felt his body wriggle differently than he did before. This time I thrusted in harder. I heard him muffle a scream, but it was better than hearing the direct scream. I slammed in again. He screamed again. I slammed in again. He screamed again and with this scream, his body buckled and he collasped. He released himself on the bed, some of it hit the bottom of his chin. But I wasn't done yet. Not even close. I grabbed his hips and thrusted like a maniac. Despite me not wanting to hear him or see him, I stayed there and I kept on fucking him. And it felt damn good. I fucked my friend like crazy and I didn't want to let go of his small frame. Everything was feeling good and out of nowhere, I came in him. I didn't scream, yell, yelp, growl, nor moan when I did it. Right now, screaming another man's name was for bitches and Sora was a bitch. My bitch.
I escaped him, put my clothes on, and left without a word to him. I didn't want to feel him in my arms as I said sweet nothings in his ear. No. That wasn't what I planned to do.
The weather was raging when I stepped out and I felt like it was angry at me. Like it was mad at me for fucking Sora. I stopped. As I stood there, I decided to go to me and Sora's favorite spot by the bent palm tree. I couldn't face my parents right now...not like this. I got to the tree and sat down on the bench shaped tree. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Sora never flooded my mind like this before. And like with the kiss, I had a lot of questions.
Why did I fuck him? I swear I didn't want to fuck him, but that's what I did. Fucking was one step from rape to me. If Sora would've screamed, I would've thought I was raping him. But that's not why I shut him up. I felt like my masculinity was in jeopardy when I heard him moaning my name. It wasn't...I don't even know anymore. I held my face in my hands. The rain poured down, soaking my silver hair. I lifted my head and seen the moonlight. It reminded me of Sora. Damn it, where the hell did these feelings come from? One night I'm just his friend and the next I'm his questionable lover. This all was coming from nowhere, but oddly...I didn't want them to leave. Could I be...in love with Sora? And if I am than why did these feelings just show their face? Or was I just surpressing these feelings before? No...I couldn't love Sora...not like that. Why was he so ready to kiss me? Did Sora love me this whole time? Was he just blushing at Kairi just to hide his feelings? Is he bi?
I took my hands off my face and realized there was a brown strand criss-crossed through my fingers. I knew it was his. Now that I remember, when I grabbed his hair, his hair was dry and crinkly. It was soft a few days ago when we kissed. What was going on with him? I hope I wouldn't break him so much where he did something drastic.
My head began to hurt. I had too many questions and they were all coming at once. I didn't want to think about it anymore. I seemed to have been doing that lately; not wanting to think. My thoughts were becoming my enemy so I had to try and stop thinking which I knew was completely impossible.
I tried to avoid Sora more than I had before. I couldn't face him anymore, not after what I did. I was feeling really guilty for it. I mean, I almost killed him. I had him gasping for air all because of my selfish need to not hear him. What was taking over me? I knew it wasn't love, love wouldn't make me suffocate him. I guess I was being selfish and needy.
One random day, the sun was out, bright as always, but I was inside. I didn't want to go out. But I soon heard a knock on my door, it was very soft and barely audible. I told the person to come in. To my surprise, Sora stood in the doorway.
"You sure you want me to come in?"
I wanted to say no, but I couldn't deny him. "Come in."
I got up from the bed and sat down in a wooden chair near my window. Sora sat down on my bed, nervous again and shaking. He fiddled with his thumbs and didn't speak. All I heard was his shaky breathing. His spike hair was dull and it wasn't in its perfect shape. I realized I was thinking about his hair a lot. It seemed like I was fascinated with his hair as he was to his shoes. He stopped fiddling with his thumbs and looked up at me. Sigh, what was wrong with him? He sighed heavily and started.
"I'm sorry for ever forcing you into something you didn't want to do. I shouldn't have kissed you that night. I should've asked you before I did it. That was my mistake. Since then, I've been losing you and I don't want that. If it has to be, I want things to go back to normal. But I don't want it to be like it used to be. I...I want...I want to be with you Riku. I know that sounds odd and you'll probably hate me later, but I love you. And...I couldn't think of saying it to you earlier so I just had to kiss you and I'm sorry. So..." He stood up, walked over to me, and held his hand out, "Friends?" He asked with a weak smile. I extended my hand out to him and grabbed it tight.
"Friends."
He smiled and like always, I smiled. I don't know why, but something inside me told me to do something else. Do something more. And I did, I took my other hand, lightly held the back of his head, and pulled him down to my lips. It felt good, yet wrong as before. But it didn't stop me like last time. I deepened it, pressing his lips closer to mine, and started to tongue him down. His taste was delicious, almost like the pomegranate my mother always bought. I let go of his hand and pulled him to my chest. He was now sitting on my lap. It felt so damn good to feel his lips on mine again. It was electric the first time and it somehow got better this time. When we parted for air, he looked at me for a while.
"Riku...why? I thought..."
I placed my fingerrs on his lips and I soon replaced them with my lips. I felt his hands cup my face and he kissed me deeper. Then I felt something wet hit my cheeks. I opened my eyes and noticed he was crying. I didn't bother to ask. I didn't want to ruin the moment.
I lifted up the back of his shirt and traced circles on his lower back, coaxing him to moan in my mouth. Sigh, I love his moans. They were so sweet, so innocent, and so daring. I mean, how many guys would be doing this right now? Sora was always ready for new things and open to anything, so I guess he was bravery than most.
We parted again and we just stared at each other. Our stares couldn't be broken. I felt his thumb gently rub my face and I closed my eyes to the touch.
"I always loved your eyes...so green..."
I could only smile at his comment.
Even though I loved that day and continued to think about it, I refused to go see him again. My heart and mind were in denial again. I didn't want to face the fact that I could possibly be gay. So to make me feel better, to make me feel more male, I fucked Kairi. Yup, I fucked her every chance I got. She liked me anyway so how much harm could it have done? And she loved it. I would usually go to her house after school and depending on my mood, I'd either fuck her in her room, out back, on the couch and in the kitchen if her parents weren't home, out on the beach, anywhere!! And she'd always smile, like she had been waiting for me to do it to her since forever. I'd stay on top, I felt better that way. Besides she seemed to not have a problem with it.
I let her scream my name as loud as she wanted. I'd let her squirm all day and pull my hair when she was about to come. One thing I didn't let her do was kiss me. I didn't want her to taste Sora. No...Sora's taste belonged to me and only me.
One day on our usual sexual sessions, I felt empty. I felt so hollow and it was uncomfortable. I thought I wasn't doing her right, so I dug deep in her. But the feeling never left. It felt like my heart was aching for something that Kairi wasn't giving me.
That day was our last day. I no longer wanted to be in her anymore and I knew it hurt her, but yet again I had to do that for me, not anyone else.
I became closer to Sora than I wanted to be. But it wasn't physical, it was emotional. We shared a locker together since we got to that school and Sora always left a lot of his papers and stuff in there. I was digging through the locker, trying to get some papers and books I needed for my next class, when I was attacked by a load of papers. Good thing none of them fell on the floor or Sora's reputation would've been destroyed. He had drawings and poems and countless other things pertaining to me and him. He had some optimistic things, and some the polar opposite. I seen the old picture, Key to My Heart. He was really hurting. I could literally feel his pain and feel him crying as he drew and wrote all of this. I didn't know I could hurt somebody so much. I've hurt him before, but nothing close to this. I wanted to apologize, but my ego wouldn't let me. So after staring over every picture, poem, and short story, I stuffed them back into the locker and arrived to class 15 minutes late.
It was Saturday, a day me and Sora would race around the beach. I knew we wouldn't do it, but something was aching at me to find out what he was doing with his time. I combed my fingers through my hair and left the house. The sun was still out bright even though it was getting late. I made it to Sora's in no time. I was going to knock on the door, but I didn't want to make my presence known. So I climbed up a palm tree to his room. I used to climb up to his room when I'd run away from home. I crouched down and hid behind the big green leaves of the palm tree as I watched him. I felt like a stalker, but it didn't matter. I needed to see what he was doing.
I witnessed him scribbling on a filled piece of paper. I seen his chest rise then fall and he stood up, letting the piece of paper lie on the bed. His body jumped, I guess he sniffed. He flopped down onto the floor, his legs spread apart. He cupped his face and hicupped a few times. He wiped his eyes and looked down at the floor as he began to talk. The window was wide open so I heard everything.
"I remember when I first seen your silver hair. I laughed because it was so weird. But you laughed at me because of my spiky hair. We laughed at each other. I knew we would be close and we have been since. We would sit near our tree and just talk. We would see who could swim the farthest before the other got tired. But now, we don't do anything. I wait for you every day to walk with me home and you never acknowledge me. One time I did follow you and noticed you at Kairi's. But you didn't go there to play a game or watch a movie. You guys went out back and..." He cried harder and coughed. He didn't wipe away his tears. "You two were having sex. You didn't shut her up, you didn't turn her around. You even let her pull your hair." He sniffed. "I want to touch your haiirr." Sora cupped his face and cried hysterically. He was about to say something, but his tears wouldn't let him.
I was broken. Just seeing him cry over me like that tore me apart inside. He just wanted me to be with him, if not a lover than a friend and I denied him both. I want to touch your hair. That sentence went through my mind so many times. He just wanted to touch my hair. Something so simple. I held my chest, my heart was hurting so bad. I was about to descend down the tree when I heard him say something. "You were there since the beginning. But now that you're gone, what's left of me? What's left of me now?"
I got down the tree as fast as I could. I couldn't hear anymore of it. If I did, my heart would've burst in my chest. I wanted to make him feel better, but I didn't. I had another idea.
The day after that heart wrenching show, I ignored him and the day after that I ignored him. I tried to make it seem like I hadn't seen him. I wanted to just completely surprise him.
Tuesday came and I noticed Sora only staring me in 2nd and 5th period. He didn't look at me any other time. But that was fine. I didn't worry about it.
School was over for the day. I had gotten all the things I needed from my locker to take home. When I walked out the school doors and seen Sora standing at our meeting spot. He was looking around, I guess searching for me. I walked past him, all the while feeling his eyes on me, and walked a few yards before stopping. I turned to him and strectched my hand out in his direction. He seen me reaching for him and in no time he was running towards me. It seemed like he was running in slow motion, pushing past all the physical obstacles in his path. Instead of grabbing my hand, he hugged me tight and buried his face into my chest. One of my hands went to the back of his head, the other went to the middle of his back, pulling him closer. I heard him sniff and noticed that my shirt was getting soaked. I felt him gently touch my hair; he had fulfilled his dream. I just petted his hair before speaking. "You want to walk home with me?" I wanted to make sure if he really did want to walk with me. I had to make sure that he still wanted me because I wanted him.
Sora looked at me with watery blue eyes. "Yes please," he said as nodded his head.
I smiled and kissed his forehead. I didn't care who seen me. I didn't care for any of that anymore. It didn't bother me. I turned towards the direction of our houses and began walking. Sora immediately grabbed my hand as we walked. I guess he didn't want to lose me again. And I didn't want to lose him either so I held his hand tight.
We walked home together and it was nice. He took his shoes off again and walked barefoot. He smiled and I smiled with him. But I knew he'd be smiling wider later on.
I asked Sora to come over and he happily obliged. We made it to my house and I didn't hear a sound. Good, my parents weren't home. Sora dropped his shoes by the door and looked around the house. "You remember when we were small and we used to jump all over the couches?" I smiled.
"Yea I remember. We used to always get in trouble for it."
"And your mom used to get mad because we would get sand all on the couch."
We laughed. Sora held his stomach and laughed harder. "Get your dirty feet off my sofa. Sora I swear I'll give you such a beating. And you Riku, I'll make sure you never sit again!!" I laughed harder. He was good at mocking my mother. I sat on the couch and slowly stopped laughing. Sora caught his breath and stopped laughing as well. He sat down beside me. "Good times huh?"
I nodded. "Yea."
There was silence again. Sora put his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling. I looked into his eyes. They were so bright, so happy, so optimistic. I wonder what he would say about my eyes. I turned my body to face him and licked my lips. "What do you see in my eyes?"
"Your eyes?"
"Yeah, what do you see? What do you think about when you look into them?"
Sora seemed to not even think about it. He just began to talk. "The sea. Not just its sea green color, but everything else about them. Sometimes they could be raging and something you don't want to coss paths with. But than you have the calm beautiful sea that you want to just dive in and swim in forever. That's what I think about when I look in your eyes."
I smiled. "Really?"
Sora smiled back and nodded.
I couldn't resist. I pulled him onto my lap and devoured him. My tongue grazed over every tooth. It lapped and smacked his tongue as it invaded my own mouth. My hands gripped his butt and I felt him yelp in my mouth. I parted from his lips and opened my eyes to see a pouting Sora. I smirked. "You like it when I do that?" He nodded hastily and hungrily dove down to kiss me again. His tongue immediately went into my mouth and I felt it tickle the roof of my mouth. God, he felt so good. I gripped his butt again and he let out a soft moan in my mouth. His fingers slid across my face like satin and went to my hair. I guess we were both fascinated with each others hair. One of things we seemed to be attracted to since the beginning.
My hands held him tighter and I traced the circles in his back like I did before. I swallowed another moan. I was getting an instant erection and I bucked my hips up, grinding our cocks together. Sora quickly took his lips off of mine and inhaled through clenched teeth. "Again Riku...again..." Damn, his begging was a massive turn on. I rocked my pelvis into his countless times and he began to whimper and scream. I looked into his face and enjoyed his reddened cheeks. He was panting like a dog and he was staring down at our groin waiting for me to buck and give him more pleasure.
But I didn't buck again. I instead opened up every button of his slowly, enjoying the sections of his chest revealing itself with every slip of the button. Sora enjoyed every bit of it and bit his lip anxiously. If it was up to me, I would've ripped the damned thing off and just sexed him up like a dog on the couch. But no. I knew Sora would want it slower due to last time and I could tell he was the slow type. I was going to please his needs this time, not my own. I was feeling less selfish. I held the back of his neck with my right hand as I gently slid the white shirt off his thin frame.
I kissed and nibbled his neck and felt him grab my hair tight. Having his fingers in my hair felt good. As I left multiple hickeys and bruises on his neck and collar bone, I began to undo his navy blue pants. When they were undone, I felt his erection bounce out and smack my fingers. I could only chuckle. "Stand up for me."
Sora quickly obliged and stood up to slide his pants down when I stopped him. "I'll do it." He blushed deeper than I thought possible. I leaned forward and lightly bit his belly button as his pants fell to the floor, the belt buckle jingling. I reached behind him, my fingers sliding against his soft butt, and pulled down his yellow and black boxers. They landed on top of the pants and revealed his manhood. I had to give it to him, he was bigger than I thought. I lowered my head down and nipped at his narrow hips, also leaving bruises there. Sora's body was going to be definitely marked as mine before the day was out.
Even though this was Sora's day, his day to be selfish, I decided not to blow him. I wasn't that comfortable and I may never be. Maybe he won't notice from all the other spots I'll be biting and sucking on.
I left his hips aching and bruised as I let him watch me undress. I felt his eyes glued on me as my fingers danced around my belt buckle, unbuttoned my pants, and slid the uniform pants down. I was about to pull down my boxers when Sora spoke.
"...green..."
I looked down and noticed that my boxers were green, about the same color as my eyes. I guess Sora was also addicteds to my eyes as well. I smirked lustfully and continued to pull my boxers down. I heard Sora inhale heavily as this was his first time actually seeing it. Last time, he was only filled with it. I couldn't help comparing both of our erections as I kicked off the pool of clothes at my ankles. I was about I'd say two inches bigger than Sora and a lot thicker. Sora's was ok. But it really didn't matter because he really wouldn't be digging into me anytime.
"Come here." He was on his way over, but nearly tripped over the puddle of cotton and polyester at his ankles. I laughed loudly, I couldn't help it. "Take them off silly." Sora gave me a lopsided smile as he bent over to be ridden of his clothes. He sat on my lap when he was done and stared into my eyes. I played with his spiky hair for a while.
This moment...this...was love. I was...in love. That thought rushed at me so fast and almost knocked me over. I never thought in a million years I'd feel like this. And definitely not with a boy, my best friend and enemy. I held him close an nuzzled his face with mine. I loved him. I can honestly say that I have feelings beyond the norm with him. My heart was in pain when he was in pain. I was happy when he was happy. I smiled when he smiled. It was like we were one, tied together. I inhaled his scent. It was intoxicating. I stopped nuzzling his face and placed my forehead on his. "I love you."
His blush almost spread to his entire face. His eyes watered almost instantly as he sniffed. "Really?"
"No joke."
He sighed. "I love you too."
We kissed a few times. "You ready for me to take you to another world?"
"Which one?"
"You'll see. Are you ready to go?"
He caught on to what I was saying and smiled sheepishly. "Yeah."
I wrapped my arm around his waist and laid him down on the couch like a fragile baby. I kissed his lips before I got up, heading for the stairs.
"Where are you going?"
"To get some lube."
"...oohh..."
I ran upstairs and went into my parents room. I knew they'd have some stashed somewhere. I slid open a little sliding door near my father's dresser and found it with all their other sex toys. I shivered. I really didn't want to think about what they do hn they shut the door. I quickly snatched the lube and ran downstairs to see Sora laying on his stomach staring into space.
"Got it," I said as I waved the bottle in the air.
I went over to the couch and flipped him over. I put his legs up on my shoulder, squeezed some lube into my hand, and smoothed it in and around his entrance. He cringed. "What's wrong?"
"It's cold."
I smiled and tossed the lube somewhere. I was about to enter him when he spoke. "I won't say anything this time."
I paused. I swept his spiky hair away from his forehead and sighed. "Don't worry about it. Do what you want." He exhaled heavily and smiled.
"You ready?"
He nodded. I looked down, positioned myself near him, and slowly went in.
"AAHH!!"
I stopped. I didn't know it was going to hurt that bad. "What's wrong?"
"It...it still hurts from last time. You left me a bit scarred up."
"Oh...I'm sorry."
"Just go a little slower."
I nodded and went slower than I did earlier. He sucked his teeth and threw his head back. He didn't tell me to stop, which was good because if I had to go any slower I would've went crazy. I leaned forward, his toes meeting my hair. When I was finally in, I pulled back out slowly. I didn't want to hurt him. I heard him moan softly and I couldn't help, but hit him deep. That moan was everything. I loved his moans. He moaned again, I pulled out slowly only to crash land back into him. His moans were fueling my fire. I wanted to hear him moan and I wanted to see him squirm.
So I went a little faster just so I could get more squirms and moans from him. And that's what I got. I dug deep and arched his back, giving me another one his beautiful moans. He was panting, tongue hanging out a little over his bottom lip. I bent down and licked his tongue. His tongue responded by licking mine. Licking his tongue was odd, but it felt good. Just like this whole situation. It was odd and new, but it was worth it. I left his tongue to hang limb as I intertwined my fingers with his and held them on the sides of his head. He rubbed my knuckles like he usually does.
I was going strong for a while, rocking my hips back and forth when I heard him scream. "What?"
"...again..."
"Huh?"
"Hit...again...please..."
I understood his broken language and rocked my hips so I'd hit his spot. He moaned every time. I had to pick up the pace, this slow thing was agonizing. My skin was starting to smack up against his, making an echoing clapping sound through out the house. He grabbed my hair and pulled it tight. I didn't feel him clench up like last time so I knew he wasn't coming. Maybe he just wanted to do it since last time. Maybe he just wanted to be like Kairi. But I was going to give him more than I ever gave Kairi. I pushed his legs closer to his head and pounded the tight entrance. I looked at him and seen his eyes closed tight with sweat sliding down his flushed face. He was biting his lip and still clenching onto my hair.
I leaned over, my nose touching his, and kissed him. His fingers left my hanging bangs only to gently hold the back of my head. I continued to rock my hips and hit his sweet spot as my tongue went into its familiar hiding spot. His mouth was warmer than before and his breathe danced with my tongue every time he breathed. I left his angel lips and focused on getting as deep as I could while still hitting his spot. I was starting to pant like him now and sweat eased its way down my face and splashed on his stomach. I held his legs and coaxed him to push his body into me when I slammed in. I looked down at his sweaty body and marveled it. He was glistening with sweat and the sunlight coming in from the window made his body shine. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his breathing was irregular. His blue eyes were covered with lust as one was completely shut and the other was half way opened. And with every mind blowing thrust, his body jerked, his hair bouncing, and let out one of those moans.
"Riku...ah Riku..."
His voice was slickened with sex and he could barely utter out a complete sentence. I loved every bit of it.
I kept driving deep, his head slightly banging the arm of the couch. We had a lot of memories on this couch. I guess we'd have to chalk another memory up.
I felt his insides tighten and release in a certain rhythm and he began to grab at anything he could reach. He ended up pulling my long bangs again. His body thrusted up against mine.
"Ahh Riku Riku Riku Riku AH!!"
He exploded. Most of his fluids fell onto his flat torso. Some fell on his chest and a little droplet landed on his cheek. A few drops hit me in my chin. I swear the boy had a heavy load. His body was shaking uncontrollably. He was trying to catch his breathe. Just seeing him come all over himself in such a heated orgasm made me growl a cave man version of his name. I fell like a rag doll on his chest and his now limb legs fell to my side. We exhaled, our breathe mixing into air, and we inhaled each others breathe.
Sora grabbed the back of my head and held me tight. He fiddled with strands of my hair as we slowly caught our breathe. I lifted my head up sluggishly and looked at him with a sly grin. "You liked the new world you went to?"
He blushed and nodded.
"We can go again if you want."
Sora could only smile and play with my hair some more. My head fell back on his shoulder. I was drained. This was nothing like last time. I shivered. I wish I could just forget about that day. It made me feel real dirty. Speaking of dirty... "Sora, come on. We gotta clean up." I took my clothes and tossed the over my shoulder. "Get your clothes and put em in my room."
"Kay."
I jogged upstairs and tossed the abandoned clothes on my bed. I went into the bathroom near my room and flicked the bright light on. I turned the water on and placed my hair under checking to see if it was right. When it was warm enough, I got my wash cloth and got in. I started washing. The water and the soap was feeling good on my aching skin. My mind drifted to what me and Sora just did. How could I possibly describe it? Did we make love, have sex? What? I know we didn't fuck. No, fucking was a quickie with no emotions attatched. My emotions were attatched to his when I did it. So did we make love? Was it even possible? I loved him and he loved me, but...
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the curtain slide open. It was the one and only childish brunette holding a spare wash cloth. He quietly stepped in and closed the curtain behind him. We washed in silence. I mean, what could we say? Well I know I didn't know what to say. I took the small red sampoo bottle from a ledge in the shower, poured some into my hand, and massaged it into my hair. My back was facing Sora, so I didn't know he reached up to wash my hair. I turned and seen his smiling face. I loved his childish grin. So innocent. I smiled back and let him wash my hair. He massaged my head like a pro and I was beginning to nod off. I soon felt warm water massage my head as well and I felt the soap suds slide off my body.
I opened my eyes and he was still smiling. He seemed to smile forever. There was rarely a frown on his face.
Days have past since then I didn't go back into denial. It never crossed my mind to hate him again or deny him again. It seemed natural to me just love him and deal with it. One thing I wish I didn't have to deal with was talk to Kairi about me and Sora being together. She was my friend, our friend, and I didn't want to leave her in th dark. Of course she cried and said she hated me, but after a good week she forgave me.
It was now my parents' anniversary and they were getting ready to leave. My mother looked nice today, she had on a girly pink and white dress which was the complete opposite of her style. I guess she was trying to look like she did when they met. I don't know. My father wore a white shirt with some brown slacks. He looked nice as well. Just to be a good son, I gave them some balloons that said 'Happy Anniversary' in big goofy letters. Sora helped me pick them out.
I was sitting in the sand out back, thinking about going to that little island, when I heard some foot steps behind me. I turned and it was the usual face. As much as I seen his face, I still got a little excited to see him. He had a big box in his hands. I thought it was for my parents. "If your looking for them, they're in their room getting ready."
"No, this is for you."
My eyebrows rised. "Really? What is it?"
He walked over to me and placed the box in my hands. "Open it."
I looked up at him for a second and turned my attention back to the box. I ripped the blue and green wrapping paper and opened the tall slender box to reveal a lamp. I smiled. I guess he noticed the broken lamp in my room. "Thanks."
"Put it in your room. I want to see if it looks nice."
I sighed as I stood up from my comfortable position on the sand and walked in the house with the lamp in tow. We were walking up the stairs as the were coming down the stairs. My mother quickly noticed the lamp. "Sora, did you get that for him?"
He nodded proudly.
"You're such a nice friend to the both of us. You saved me money getting him another one." She ruffled his hair and continued down the rest of the stairs. My father laughed at her care for money and followed behind her. We went up the rest of the stairs and made a right to my room. I sat the lamp down on the small wooden side table.
"It looks nice, Riku."
"Mmhmm." I flopped down on my bed and sighed. I was just tired for no reason that day. I expected Sora to lay beside me, but he walked over to the lamp.
"You didn't even plug it up."
"Oh." I forgot about plugging it up. Sora unplugged the broken lamp to replace it with the new one. It filled up the dark room with light. He soon crawled over to me and laid his head down on my arm.
"We're about to leave guys. You know where the food is!!"
"Have a good night," Sora screamed down to them. The next thing I heard was the door slamming shut.
I played in Sora's hair and looked out the window. It was dark. But inside I had my light. Sora gave me his light and I no longer sat in darkness. He brought me out of my darkness. Sora was my light.
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That was the story. Did you like it? Was it good? I hope it was. I'm kind of nervous about this fanfic because I don't know if I captured Riku's personality in it. But I think it turned out nice. If you guys want, I write Sora's pov. It might take me a while to write it, but it will get here if you want it. So let me know what you think and one thing, NO FLAMES!! Flames are just cruel. So instead, I'd take some constructive critisicm and some happy reviews. THANKS!!