Victor Goes the Spoils
By: Selim
Rating: M+
Summary: [Challenge Fic] Sora loses the battle against Ansem in KH. Now he's one of three slaves to the overlord. Can anyone save them?
Timeline: Probably will remain stopped at KH because I haven't played KH2 or CoM
Pairings: Ansem x Sora, Ansem x Riku, Ansem x Kairi (implied), Ansem x Riku x Sora

Disclaimer: I do not own KH. I am not making any money off this fiction.

Large hands brushed down his thighs, pressing the oversensitive skin just enough to drive Riku wild. Curling his legs around Ansem's hips, the silver haired teen cried out as the thrust in him became exact to that one spot. It felt like his brain had shut down for the moment as he fell into instinct, crying out in uncontrolled pleasure. The hinges on the bed squeaked, hitting the wall with each thrust but neither cared, too far into each other to care what was going on in the outside world.

After what seemed forever, Riku felt it. His belly coiled, his penis ached. Finally he came, falling into eternal bliss that the darkness couldn't destroy. Each time he'd reached orgasmic nirvana, he felt his heart return to him. He was human through and through, not the Ansem's play toy. Leg's sliding from the older man's hips, the teen cried out as his body was thrown back against the mattress as Ansem came deep within him, collapsing on the boy. "M, master…" Riku shivered as the older man pulled with an undignified squish of fluid.

"Get cleaned up." The older man stood, storming towards his personal bathroom. Head dropped, Riku crawled off the bed. The feeling of semen sliding from his entrance made the teen shudder, but he didn't stop from leaving the room. The hall was chilled, the curious gazes of Heartless stunning him for a moment before it was brushed it aside to continue his trek down to the slave bathing hold.

It had stopped hurting his feelings a long time before to be shoved off so quickly after sex. Ansem wasn't his first, though perhaps the cruelest, lover. He'd done some of the guys back on the island before Heartless attacked. It was a life he never wanted Kairi or Sora to ever find out about. There were some things that didn't belong out in the open. Ansem, however, loved putting it in Riku's face. He loved claiming that Riku was a slut, that he was used goods and should feel honored to have a lover like Ansem. The teen shivered. Anyone would have been better, but there wasn't much of an option when the only persons who didn't know about his run with the dark-side were dead. Even sweet Kairi had slapped him after her ordeal with their master. She'd demanded to know why he'd joined the other side and why he'd spread his legs so quickly for such a man -- questions that he couldn't find a solid answer to because he just didn't know why. Maybe he was a slut. He needed someone to hold him. If not Kairi or Sora, then Ansem. Someone who didn't care that he made the wrong decisions.

Someone who wouldn't put salt into old wounds. The teen glared behind him where Ansem's chambers resided.

Throwing open the shower room door, Riku jerked when he realized the room had already been occupied by Sora. The boy was curled up near the edge of the tub, in a trance. "Sora, how long have you been in here?"

The brunette jerked. Trying to understand what was going on, the boy held his soggy hands up and looked over the skin to try and place how long he'd been sitting in the tub. Not waiting for an answer, Riku carried the boy out of the tub to a near a wall. Resting the boy against the surface, Riku sighed and took a seat. "I can't take it…" Sora finally whispered after some time.

Knowing where this was going (he'd had this conversation with Kairi too – just not in a bathroom), Riku wrapped his arms tightly around the brunette's shoulders, bringing the boy near his chest. "You don't have a choice. Whatever Ansem wants, he'll take. You come out relatively unscratched if you just go along with it." He turned his gaze to the wall, where a faint crack in the wall had started. "You should start listening to his orders, Sora. Your back is torn up, your face looks like a beating bag, and I've seen those things you call thighs. Seriously, Sora, you can't take another beating without breaking several bones. Take a few days, at least, to heal. Just listen to Ansem, I promise it won't be that bad. We get food every night and we're free to do whatever we want. The only thing is that since Kairi's pregnant, Ansem wants us to take her place. That means more sex until she pops out that twenty pound bag of fat."

"Is she really pregnant?" Sora whispered.

Taking a deep breath, Riku sighed. "Yeah, with Ansem's baby. It happened in the first month of her capture, we believe. But by the third month she began to plump out and Ansem stopped touching her. Those maternal instincts started kicking in so she listens to everything he says because she doesn't want to hurt the kid."

Sora licked his lips, forcing the question out, "What will he do after the baby is born?"

"Don't know. Maybe he'll sleep with his own son; maybe he has some standards on what's fuckable. He doesn't want anything to happen to Kairi though. I supposed having a baby with one of the Princesses of Heart makes it all worth it. Then he has the Keyblade owner. The man's in control heaven. He has control over the fates now."

Tensing, Sora turned his head to face Riku's. "Don't ever call me that again."

With a deep sigh, Riku turned his head. "Not hearing it isn't going to change who you are. I told you before, all this occurred too fast. We'd trained with wooden swords our whole life and then they just give us real swords and tell us to fight for either the light or the dark. We weren't ready nor are we at fault for this." He wrapped his arms around the other boy. "You're shivering."

"Water was cold."

A smirk formed on the silver haired boy's face as he held tightly onto Sora. "Our hot water only last five minutes a duration, it ensures we don't take Ansem's water. Stay here." Standing up, Riku reached toward a small stand where towels were kept, fetching one for Sora, which he flung at the boy before returning to the bath. Dropping his gray trousers, Riku dipped his toe in the water as his body shivered in response. Cold, Sora had used the hour's portion of hot water. But he was told to get cleaned up. Pulling his shirt off, Riku threw his body into the bath. Sharply taking in a deep breath, he wadded himself over to a shallower end of the tub, where he grabbed the edge. "When M, Master sees you, c, clean up after." He hissed, spreading his legs out on the tub's steep ridges. He didn't care if he was showing Sora more than the boy needed to see, but he had to let the teen understand just what he meant. "M, make sure you clean up deep inside you, it's a bit tougher but if you don't clean up Ansem will and that stuff stings." He whispered vaguely running his wet finger along his entrance.

"R, Riku-!"

"Sh, just watch. You need to know all this before tomorrow." The teen whispered, reaching his other hand towards a basket near the tub. "In here is a tube. You need to use water to wet it and push it inside. Since you clean up after Ansem, you should still be wet enough to push it ri-ight up there," Riku shivered as he pushed the long tube cleanly inside him. The end of the narrow tube was a long lining leading towards a faucet next to the tub. "The, then turn this on. N, not too fast or it'll b, burn." The boy clenched his eyes closed as he turned on the water. He could feel the chilled water move in the tube then into him, filling him quickly. Turning off the water, Riku pushed his hips back. Rump in the air, the teen squeezed his eternal muscles pushing water and semen down the tube and into the water. He repeated the process of turning the water and draining his body until the water came out clear. With one last wince, he pulled the tube from his body and sat back into the dirty water to clean his stomach. Feeling fit for the time being, Riku climbed out of the tub to wrap a towel snuggly around himself like a blanket. "Come on, a Heartless will be in here soon to drain and clean the tubs – if Ansem finds out we're hiding in here after hours we'll be in trouble." Taking Sora's hand, Riku started out the door leading to their sleeping chambers. The castle was blanketed by complete darkness besides the faint glow of lit candles on various walls leading down paths. Riku breathed deeply, always nervous about those faintly glowing dots that followed him around as shadows and shadow knights continued their routes. Those little buggers were the reason he was constantly in trouble, if at all. They were spies for Ansem, hiding on the walls and listening in on conversations. They just loved to tell their leader everything that was going on.

Stopping at Sora's room (his was the next door down), Riku helped his dearest friend into bed, pulling the sheets around his tired friend. When he was about to leave, Sora reached out to grab the silver haired teen's wrist, stopping Riku from walking away. "Stay with me."

"I'll get in trouble."

"Please, I don't want to be alone anymore." Sora opened up his sheets, inviting the other teen under them. Looking back at the closed door, Riku took a deep breath before climbing into bed with the brunette. He was warm, just as Riku had always imagined. Sure they had sleepovers together, but never had they shared the same bed. Destiny Island felt that by letting same sex children share a bed opened the doors to same sex couplings when they were older. Riku swallowed, wrapping his arms around his lithe friend. Narrowed eyes widened sharply and Riku's breathing sharpened when he felt those chicken arms (with some muscles from wielding such a heavy blade) of his friend wrap around his bare waist.

"Sora," hissed Riku, "don't do that." His own loins, still sensitive from the through fuck he'd just had with Ansem, came to life almost instantly the minute those timid fingers brushed across his abdomen. The boy didn't stop. Warm hands moved down to Riku's rapidly swelling penis. "S, Sora…" Throwing his head back, Riku cried out as his sensitive flesh swelled to full stiffness too fast. Sitting completely up, Sora climbed on top of the other teen, breathing shallowly. "W, wait Sora-Ah!" Silver hair flew across the soft pillows as his dick was enclosed in the warm mouth of his best friend. He hadn't had such pleasure since his early training days when Ansem performed fellatio to turn on his slaves.

Just two days ago he'd witnessed Ansem pull the same deed with Sora. It appeared just the act had taught the brunette how to perform it properly and now he was giving Riku the same performance. Pale long legs curled into in awkward position, wrapping into the sheets as Riku's release approached fast. Hips arching into the warm mouth, Riku found himself crying out in agony as Sora pulled away to rub his jaw. Ashamed blue eyes fell to the sheets. "W, why'd you stop!" Riku found himself reaching for his friend. Grabbing the brunette's arm, he tossed the boy back on the bed to straddle his hips.

"I, I'm sorry!" Sora sobbed. "I, I don't want to feel like this anymore. Make me clean, Riku."

Cold blue eyes stopped, looking down and over the boy under him. Still a child, really. Me touching you isn't going to solve anything. You'll just feel dirty again tomorrow. Riku, however, couldn't find the ability to voice that Ansem would be touching them again tomorrow. They'd never be completely clean as long as they should live. Come the age of eighteen, if they still had looks they might get lucky and gain immortality like Ansem. The cost was only their eternal damnation. "Sora…"

"Just tonight, touch me tonight." The teen whispered, his own hand wrapping around his swollen penis. Riku groaned, watching the boy play with himself.

Maybe it won't be bad if I indulge myself just a little. The silver haired teen panted as his own hard penis brushed against Sora's. As long as they didn't do anything anally, all evidence could be washed off with a wet rag before breakfast. Thrusting his hips towards Sora's chest, Riku watched intently as rosy buds on the other teen's chest seemed to rise up with each breath. Still cold from the tub and night air, each nub was hard and perky, almost bitable. No marks, Riku reminded himself. Instead, the boy used his hands to brush the rose tinted nipples, pinching the buds until he knew Sora was at full stiffness. Droplets of semen shot across his belly from the angry red crown of Sora's cock, leaking just like the fat dollops of tears sliding down the brunette's face. Leaning down, Riku brushed his tongue along the clear tears, brushing them awake with soothing kisses as both boys hips meet in a rolling fashion.

Hard and aching, Riku's penis was longer than Sora's. The brunette's, however, was fatter. Not that Riku was really taking any of their biological differences in. Instead he was too drowned in pleasure to care. The friction and feeling of Sora was enough to make him forget his troubles. Thrusting forward again, he brought a rhythm between the two's movement until he was lost in the feeling. Higher and higher his mind went until he'd forgotten where he was, who he now belonged to. With Sora he was a free man; capable of using his body anyway he wanted.

"A, ah! Riku! Harder! Uh!"

"God…Sora…" Riku pushed his hips down and up. Down and up. He twisted his hips, pressing hard into the other boy's cock, adding friction between their swelling penises. As his hands still played with the most beautiful nipples he'd ever seen (even Kairi's gorgeous breasts couldn't compete with Sora's flat chest), Sora's hands wrapped around both of their swollen cocks, rubbing them together in time with the trusts. Never once did the boys not touch. They needed it. The burning in their bellies was hotter and hotter until neither could take it any longer. With duel cries, both came together. Sora's hand didn't stop until both were milked dry, their bodies slumped as one. Breathing heavily against the brunette's cheek, Riku blindly reached for the sheets, cuddling into Sora's warm body.

"Thank you," Sora whispered.

"Mm. Just sleep. We'll wash again in the morning." Riku smiled. This was possibly the best he'd felt in the longest time. He could only hope that Ansem wouldn't somehow find out about his deviations.

Neither teen were aware of the glowing eyes of a shadow on the wall.