"Hypervigilance is a heightened sense of awareness. You are not being conformed."
Full Summary: In the uncertain world of adults, Sora and Riku attempt to patch together their shaky relationship after almost 5 years apart. It's about love and hate and lost trust, set in a world where the magic has run dry and the boys see each for who they really are. The tension doesn't last for long, however, as both men fall into a routine that they both know very well. Along the way, they become reacquainted with the old qualities that brought them together, while familiarizing themselves with the individuals that each person has become.
Warning: Language, Straight Pr0n, Generally odd behavior, Tobacco Use, More kinkiness, Sex
Disclaimer: None of the characters within this fanfic belong to me. If it did, this would be a full length movie with all smexy-slashy-yaoiness I could legally fit onto a single DVD. Kingdom Hearts is a lovely invention of Square Enix.
This one's long for me. I didn't expect it to take this long either.
Hypervigilance
Chapter 2: Anxiety
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Riku awoke holding his breath. He had a disorientingly dreamless sleep, a black unconsciousness that offered no images that he could remember. Why he was awake now wasn't apparent either. The television was on but muted, painting the one-room apartment in an ethereal blue light. The screen depicted a nude blonde woman on a large bed with her black heels still on, her legs spread lewdly wide. She was pleasuring herself with her two fingers and from Riku could tell, really enjoying it.
Sora was still awake. Watching the screen shamelessly, his eyes unwavering. His pink tongue licked the corner of his mouth as he raised a lit cigarette to his mouth, the embers glowing brilliantly in the darkness. Despite his reclined position—propped up against the pillows on his side of the bed—he seemed incredibly tense, like he was barely breathing.
Riku watched curiously as Sora sucked on the end of his cigarette, his no longer boyishly-round cheeks dimpling as he inhaled. His face was so slender now, not in an unhealthy way, but so sinfully grown. His more defined jawline and half-lidded eyes and shaggy auburn hair only contributed to his age, effectively stifling that child-like innocence that he didn't seem to be able to get rid of. That, and the fact that he was in bed, watching late night porn.
And smoking. What the hell was that about? When did he start that? Sora, the kid who constantly complained about the smell of paint fumes whenever he visited. Used to visit.
Sora tensed more, as if provoked by some noise, turning his head sharply toward the front door of the apartment. So tense that he wasn't moving. Like a chunk of marble.
Riku never figured out what had disturbed him but after a few long minutes, he simply turned back to the screen, his expression a mixture of disinterest and lust as a male partner was introduced to the lonely blonde on the television screen. Riku offhandedly wondered if that's what he'd been waiting for. It's pointless to watch if you don't get hard.
Sora bit his lip but otherwise lay motionless. The fingertips of his right hand breached the waistband of his pants, but he never touched himself. The woman on the television opened her mouth but her muted cry of passion was never heard. The brunet licked the corner of his mouth again.
"Sora,"
Sora started violently, ripping his hand from his pants—out of shame, Riku assumed. He glanced at the clock by the bed, blinking until his vision cleared. 2:40. Instead of asking the question that would make more sense to the situation like why the hell was he still awake, Riku asked when he started smoking.
"A couple years ago." Sora muttered finally after he had stopped staring at him like he was a stranger in his own bed. His eyes were still a little shocked though, gazing back at the screen apprehensively. If you listened hard enough, you could hear tinny moans warped by the muted volume.
Riku propped his body up on his elbows to see the brunet from a better angle, tilting his head to the side. When Sora had suddenly appeared at his front door at an ungodly hour wearing that overconfident goofy smile of his, Riku had naturally expected an older, albeit less goofier version of the kid who used to follow him everywhere when they were little, but this, this was just...wrong. He didn't move right. He didn't smile enough. He didn't make stupid faces and laugh about it. This man, whoever he was, smoked in bed and watched porn with hardened eyes that had lost their purity. This man tensed like he was being threatened at even the smallest noises, and clenched his teeth when he noticed that Riku was staring at him.
Annoyed. Sora rarely got annoyed at anything, especially something so insignificant. This man wasn't Sora. He was a parody of Sora. At best.
Riku didn't even realize he was scowling until Sora pinched his cigarette between his teeth and reached for his face, mashing the corners of his mouth into an oddly stretched grin. Sora laughed, his eyes softening pleasantly, like they should've been. "Cut it out, Sora," Riku swatted his hands away, aggravated, though his anger diminished quickly at the sight of the brunet's playful smile. His Sora again.
Riku opted for a sarcastic smirk, lightly shoving his chest. "Idiot."
Unable to ignore it any longer—he couldn't very well pretend that Sora had just shown up because he loved him and no other reason—there was something he needed to say, but for whatever reason he was holding back on him. It couldn't have been that bullshit about other worlds and the King and darkness. That was just too fucking obvious.
"What are doing here, Sora? Really?"
Sora's smile dropped a fraction, his eyes nearly losing that cheerful gleam. He dropped the butt of his cigarette into a half-empty glass of water on the side table, his mouth falling into an instant pout that Riku saw right through.
"I told you." He murmured, lying through his teeth. Sora had always been a pitiful liar. His eyes were so expressive, they gave away everything. Riku matched his seemingly offended gaze with an unimpressed frown, blinking placidly. The guarded walls of his eyes shuddered slightly, that good-natured charade cracking a little around the edges.
What are you lying about, Sora? It'd have to be something pretty alarming if he was trying this adamantly to not revealing the truth. Riku couldn't imagine what would've caused the dark expression that crossed his face for a split-second before his imitation of the Sora he once knew appeared again, firmly, even stubbornly, smiling as if nothing was wrong.
Sora sighed, only appearing to break in his resolve by looking guilty, picking at his short nails self-consciously.
"I can't. It's embarrassing." He insisted, looking at the older man from underneath his long eyelashes, the right corner of his mouth turning coyly.
"Really." Riku replied, his deadpan tone ignored by Sora from what he could tell. Try me, were the words he wanted to say.
Sora simply shrugged under the intensity of his glare, his eyes light and playful again. "I haven't..." He paused, giving the impression that he was choosing his words carefully, Riku assumed. "Enjoyed anyone since you."
Riku wasn't expecting that. His eyebrow twitched a fraction higher in bemusement, for a second forgetting that he was supposed to not believe any of this. This was another part of the lie, right?
"Excuse me?"
Sora at least had the decency to look embarrassed, staring down at his hands, twisting a silver ring on his right hand that Riku hadn't noticed before. "It's not that I haven't tried, you know, with other guys..." He explained lowly. "They just don't satisfy me like you do."
"Told you it was embarrassing." He chuckled, flashing a smile that was so totally Sora that it couldn't have been insincere. He had a smile that could stop time and worm its way into anyone's heart. So charmingly innocent. "You've ruined me for all other men." He joked, biting his tongue as he folded his arms behind his head, sinking back into the pillows.
Riku rolled his eyes and turned on his side so his back faced the other half of the bed. It was perhaps the only way to keep his hands off the younger man. Even if he hadn't so thoroughly stroked his ego with his confession, his close proximity was unbearable—so tempting and so wrong at the same time. He shouldn't have been there, in his apartment, in his bed, tentatively caressing his bare shoulder blades with his nicotine-stained fingertips.
"Do you still love me?" Sora asked quietly.
Love. Not one of Riku favorite words. And it certainly wasn't what he would call the upheaval of emotions that he felt in the brunet's presence. Torture, self-loathing, maybe. Not love.
"I don't know." He answered simply. He couldn't lie, not to Sora, especially not about this. Couldn't let him get the wrong impression. Riku wanted nothing to do with him, truthfully. His crotch said otherwise of course, but then again it was always contradicting him anyway.
"I planned on calling you back, you know." Sora insisted, stroking long lines down Riku's back. "I guess I was just scared. You've always scared me."
"I missed you all the time though," He continued, taking the silver-haired man's silence as an inclination to keep talking. He'd keep talking until Riku flat out told him to shut up.
"This actually isn't my first time coming here." Sora smiled sheepishly. Riku didn't see it, but somehow could hear it in his voice. "Usually I'd just sit in the parking lot and rehearse everything I'd say. I'd practice a hundred facial expressions in the mirror. So I wouldn't look like an idiot when I saw you. Pretty stupid, huh?" He chuckled, but he must've realized how wrong it sounded because he stopped abruptly.
Not really, Riku wanted to say but he knew it would've sounded like a lie. Nothing seemed appropriate in his head so he remained silent, focusing instead on the long fingers that were combing through his hair.
"It wouldn't have worked anyway." Sora decided, his hand clenching slightly in the silver silk twined around his fingers.
Still Riku said nothing, but looked back him, his eyes questioning. Sora met his gaze with a haunted expression, his cinnamon eyebrows knitted together. There wasn't much to say. How would you respond to that? Riku wondered, seeing that same vulnerability in Sora's frown that had made him so appealing. His bottom lip pushed out and Riku was reminded of the 14-year-old he had fallen in love with lifetimes ago.
The older man reached up and gently petted his russet-colored hair, a gesture that was meant to reassure him, but it didn't. Neither of them smiled and Riku reluctantly turned back on his side, turned away from him.
Sora once again watched the television with little interest, allowing himself a second to hope for the release of sleep that he knew wouldn't come. It never did.
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Riku loosely tied his hair back to keep it off his shoulders, holding his paintbrush in his teeth to free his hands. He barely grimaced at the gritty taste of the paint on his tongue; he had accidentally put the wrong end in his mouth several times before. It was a bad habit he really needed to be more careful about; hearing way too many horror stories about artists getting lead poisoning from ingesting too much paint. The fingertips of his right hand were already partially paralyzed due to overexposure. Carelessness, on his part.
Sora stood in the kitchen area, drinking a large glass of orange juice. He was trying not to hover, Riku realized, feeling him watching with interest from behind his back. Riku always painted while facing the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. Though he lived on the west side of town, the view was still pretty amazing. Especially early in the morning.
Finally giving up on staying out the way, Sora bounced over to where Riku had his canvas set up with a surprising amount of energy. He hadn't slept all night, Riku knew this, recalling that he was awoken a second time by his soft gasping. The quiet noises escaping his parted lips, his brilliant eyes half closed, the muscles in his arm tensing rhythmically. Riku grew hard watching him, but for a reason he could only explain as exhaustion kept him from addressing his own need. He just watched.
Sora had, over the years, become someone he didn't recognize, but at the same time ignited a desire in him that he could barely understand. It wasn't love but could've been just as strong.
Sora gulped his orange juice, licking his top lip. He stood on the other side of the canvas, looking down over it and smiled for no reason; just for sake of smiling. Like he used to. The person Riku had described as a 'parody of Sora' was no where in sight today; he seemed to have disappeared overnight.
"Morning." Sora greeted for the second time since Riku woke up. Whether he noticed this or not, Riku couldn't tell but only nodded again, smiling around the handle of the ¼ inch angle brush held between his teeth. He used the numb fingertips of his right hand to smear the paint in an upward slope, a light grayish-blue that imitated the sky outside.
"I need you to drive me to work." Sora said it kind of abruptly, taking the older of the two off-guard. The younger drunk his juice, watching him expectantly over the rim of his glass.
At that moment it occurred to Riku that he had no idea what this new Sora did for a living. He frowned, tonguing the handle in his mouth before removing it. "Are you asking?"
"Pleeease." Sora beamed, clasping his hands together under his chin.
"Sure. I don't mind." Riku shrugged, turning in his chair. Sora's smile widened happily and he nearly jumped on the older man, throwing an arm around his neck.
"We'll always be friends, right?"
Riku chuckled, pulling the brunet's arm off before he choked him.
"Yeah,"
Sora continued to hang off his shoulder; moving in, he gently kissed his slender neck.
"I'm glad." He purred lowly, his eyes bright and incredibly lustful. Sora had been full of sudden mood changes lately but this had to be Riku's favorite. It was the only time the younger keyblader really exposed himself and showed what he was hiding underneath that cheerful attitude; that he had carnal urges like everyone else.
Sora slipped his hands inside Riku's open shirt, exploring all the vanilla cream colored skin he didn't get to taste the night before, the hard planes of his chest, the sculpted abdomen that tapered into strong hips; everything below that covered by sweatpants. Too many clothes, Sora decided, pushing his shirt off his shoulders.
Riku shrugged off the shirt as it pooled around his elbows, discarding it on the floor. He brought his hands back up to grasp at Sora's waist, running his palms shamelessly over his backside, one down the center suggestively that made him gasp as Riku's three fingers pressed as if to enter him through his clothing.
Sora did the same as yesterday, rocking back on his fingers, expressing his desire to take those long fingers into his body. He whimpered softly, gripping Riku's shoulders to give himself leverage, his lips grazing the other's just once.
Riku nudged his lean hips forward with that one hand, letting Sora feel how hard he was, how badly he wanted him. Sora only groaned restlessly, his half open eyes desperately irritated.
"Don't...play." He managed to protest, the grip on his shoulders growing slightly tighter out of warning. Riku laughed softly, wrapping one strong arm around his thin waist, holding the younger man securely against his body. As he stood, they rubbed together and Sora let out a low elated whine, clinging as Riku walked him backwards past the kitchen toward the bedroom area.
Riku removed his glasses as he dropped the 22-year-old on the bed, placing them on the table. Sora would have none of that. No delays. He adjusted himself on the unmade sheets, spreading his legs in invitation, smirking coyly.
"Always impatient." Riku muttered, arching his eyebrow sarcastically. Though his own arousal was becoming more prominent through the loose material of his pants, Riku took his time, slowly running his hands all over his smaller frame, groping his chest through his shirt. Sora arched into his touch, attempting to urge him closer, close enough to feel the heavy warmth of his erection against his leg.
"Riku," Sora breathed, undulating in frustration. Riku was caressing him everywhere but the places that craved the most attention. He licked his lips and pouted, his frown more lustful than upset. "Touch me..Please.."
Riku needed little more persuasion than that to wrench the smaller body practically underneath him, his hands deftly working open the front of his pants. Sora made no objections this time, instead biting his lip every time his knuckles grazed his abdomen. His pants and underwear were pulled down to mid-thigh, exposing him for Riku's eyes to drink in and memorize. He stiffened even more feeling those eyes staring at his crotch, at the pronounced flesh that was so erect, it nearly lay against his stomach.
"So beautiful." Riku commented, supporting the underside of Sora's legs and pushing them forward until they lay against his chest. This left him just enough room to lightly press his lips to the other's, uttering a quiet, "Mmn," when Sora tentatively returned the kiss, craning his neck to lift his head off the mattress. The embrace didn't last long, however. Riku realized that he was leaning on the younger man and he pulled back slightly, just enough so that Sora could breathe easily.
Riku's cock pulsed eagerly against Sora's ass and he suddenly became very aware that he was naked from the waist down and there was only a thin layer of fabric separating their two bodies from becoming whole. And it was making it very clear where it wanted to go.
Sora's pants were removed and for a second his legs were lowered back to the bed. Riku instructed him to keep his legs together as he pushed them toward his chest again, holding them in place with his right arm. He gave Sora a reassuring smile, sucking three of his fingers into his mouth, throughly moistening them.
The brief second of pressure as the first finger was pushed inside was bearable, the second only mildly uncomfortable. Sora only took a deep breath as both began to probe gently, slowly moving in and out. Lightly stroking the hot walls inside of him. He had been used to this part. This was one of the few intimacies he and Riku used to share as inexperienced teenagers; before the night they made that painting together. When Sora was still a virgin.
Sora clenched unconsciously as both long fingers twisted and curled, searching for something. That wonderful little spot that the brunet had discovered one night that if he reached far enough he could stroke it himself. If he was alone, that is.
Sora grinned at the memory, craning his neck as best as he could, trying to see Riku around his legs. Riku returned his smile as their eyes met, nimbly massaging what he had been purposefully skipping over. The brunet moaned through his teeth, struggling to keep his eyes open.
"Good?" Riku asked needlessly, feeling how his body constricted and pulsated around the intrusion, tightening and pulling deeper. As he thumbed the firm balls, Sora's hips rose impatiently, legs spreading lewdly despite Riku's earlier instruction. He groaned, willing more friction, more stimulation, anything to make him cry out.
"Fuck..." Sora whined, lightly taking his rigid cock in his hand. It was a word he rarely used anywhere outside of sex, Riku noticed though he was more captivated by the way he handled himself. How gently he kneaded his erection in his fingers rather than frantically stroking to make himself come faster. Riku always found that strangely fascinating.
"Ahh," Sora moaned a protest as Riku withdrew his fingers completely, his radiant eyes narrowed critically. The brilliant orbs widened as Riku dipped his head down, licking him in one long motion, the flat, wet heat of his tongue laving over his entrance without going in. Sora breathed in sharply as the action was repeated, longer and slower, torturing. Agonizing.
From his expression, it was clear that no one had ever done this for him before. The nameless men that had never satisfied him the way Riku could. Smirking triumphantly, Riku lapped him one last time before drawing his three fingers into his mouth again and reintroducing them to the tightness between the brunet's legs. Sora trembled at the new addition, all three fingers staying pressed together like a single digit, each lovingly caressing his prostate with more pressure than before.
The noises Sora was making could hardly be classified as quiet; clawing into the sheets with his eyes tightly closed, he moaned in time with the rhythm Riku established with his thrusting fingers.
"I do have neighbors, Sora." Riku joked, starting to feel an obviously uncomfortable strain from watching him and lacking stimulation to his own erection. He rubbed himself on the younger man's leg to relieve some of the ache in his groin, the light fabric of pants creating a modest friction that helped. He was reluctant to do much more. Sora just seemed so delicate. Sora was always delicate.
"Riku."
He heard his name, but it was whispered so softly, he wasn't even sure if it was Sora who said it. The brunet raised his hips, uselessly humping the air, his luminous eyes rolling behind his partially closed eyelids. "Please. I need..."
Riku dipped down again, taking the tip of Sora's pleasure in his mouth, sucking languidly on the firm flesh that twitched and leaked on his tongue. Sora's hand remained wrapped around the base of his shaft, moving along with the newly-added heat that enveloped it. He cried, a low strong sound that was much louder than he intended. With his other hand he cupped Riku's face, feeling his cheeks dimple as he sucked harder, working determinedly to pull his orgasm from him.
Riku managed to pull himself from his pants with his free hand while still corrupting Sora with his other, stroking himself briskly. Arousing as his cries were, it wouldn't take long for Riku to finish. Especially with the way Sora was writhing and opening himself up, spreading his legs wider and clenching on Riku's fingers in desperation.
Just as Riku let Sora slip from his mouth, he shuddered and jerked like his muscles were locking, moaning loudly through gritted teeth. Wetness dotted his chest once he came, his hips still rising in futility as the jerking slowly began to subside.
"C'mere," Sora rumbled, holding out his arms tiredly. Riku crawled up his body, latching open-mouthed kisses to his throat, moaning as that familiar pressure began to build. The brunet wrapped his arms loosely around his neck, freeing his hair and running his fingers through the soft, silky strands, massaging his scalp and the base of his neck.
Sora's tongue curled around Riku's earlobe, his hands drifting down, expertly tugging at the knots in his back, relaxing his tense muscles. Riku groaned for a totally different reason than the fact that he felt like he was going to erupt any second. "Feel good?" Sora asked needlessly, already getting his answer as Riku practically melted under his nimble fingers.
Sora grasped Riku's hard thighs, feeling them tremble in his hands as the man started getting close. He pressed his fingertips into the thick muscle, working them in small sensual circles, gripping and pulling gently. "Come on me." Sora purred, caressing his face with one hand, his other cupping his firm ass and kneading it appreciatively.
Riku made a face but wasn't really sure he said what he thought. Sora stroked his lips with his fingernails, pushing one long digit inside his mouth which he instinctively began to suck on. "Come on me, baby." Practically fucking his own hand at this point, Riku did as he was told without much thought, groaning with finality as wet heat rushed from his body.
Sora smiled, licking his finger after scooping up some of the warm liquid. He muttered something that sounded close to, "Good boy," and his smile widened to the goofy grin Riku was accustomed to, scooping up more and offering it to Riku as if it were a foreign food. "Wanna try?"
Riku scrunched his nose in distaste, lightly pushing his hand away.
"I've had it before. I'll pass." Sora pulled him down for a kiss with his clean hand, pressing their lips together in an embrace much too chaste for their earlier activities. "Shower." The brunet's eyes narrowed tiredly, though very content. A bedroom smile on his lips.
Riku nodded and rolled off of him, letting him go first. He watched as Sora stood and stretched, gathering his pants and heading toward the bathroom without even needing to be told where it was. Riku couldn't help but think he was a little too comfortable here. Considering.
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"So where to?" Riku asked, pulling out his keys as they exited the building through the main doors, disabling his car alarm.
"Um, the east side." Sora replied, biting his lip shamefully. The east side was on the other side of town, obviously.
"East side?" Riku frowned, adjusting his glasses as the sun glared off them. It was pretty bright for 8:00 and already about 80-something degrees. Days like these were the main reason why Riku preferred the indoors.
Sora seemed to come to life in the sunlight as if he were drawing energy from it. He nodded brilliantly, spreading his arms out as if to absorb as much sun as he could. He was such an island kid; Riku couldn't help but smile, noticing that his hair was almost a copper color. It was fitting somehow.
Riku's heartbeat sped up for a second as they walked down to the parking lot, his chest gripped with an unidentifiable fear that he couldn't figure out. Something about today felt final. Like after today, the teenager with the contagious smile and impossible optimism would disappear from his life again for another 5 years. Or longer. Like forever.
Riku relinquished the urge to grab his smaller frame and embrace him to his chest and beg him not to leave and promise him that he could change whatever Sora didn't like about him if he would just stay. Please.
Distracting himself from his own damning thoughts, Riku noticed an unfamiliar car parked about two spaces away from his own. It wasn't exactly expensive but it looked a little too new and clean for this neighborhood.
"That your car?" Riku inquired, his suspicions confirmed when the brunet nodded.
"Yep. I kinda killed it though." He laughed sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. Normally, he wouldn't even ask for an explanation. Sora had an inept ability for destroying things haphazardly, but a whole car was a little too incredible.
"How did you manage that?" Riku asked, already laughing before he even knew the answer. Something careless, he predicted. He got in the front seat of his own car, Sora climbing in the passenger seat.
"I don't know. The battery, I think." He smiled, biting his tongue playfully. His eyes sparkled with that familiar boundless energy, generally unconcerned about his car. No surprise there. Sora practically avoided anything resembling something mechanical. Riku was stunned that he even knew how to drive.
"Or the gas." Sora added, shrugging. Riku shook his head, giving him the usual, you-really-are-hopeless look.
"I really hope you don't live by yourself." That wasn't entirely true. Riku still wouldn't trust Sora with an alarm clock, but the thought of him living with someone else kinda pissed him off. Not only because he was worried about someone touching his Sora, sharing the same space, but if this didn't go well and he needed to kidnap him without any witnesses, he couldn't have someone reporting the brunet missing.
"I survive just fine on my own, thank you." Sora defended, pouting cutely. That didn't last long though as he wrinkled his nose in distaste at the smell of the warehouses they were passing leaked in through the cracked windows. The meat-packing district was never that appealing for anyone.
"Oh, really?" Riku scoffed, ignoring the smell. He had gotten so used to it that it didn't even bother him anymore. "And what if I hadn't let you stay last night? What would've you done? Slept in your car? In a west side neighborhood?" He nearly shuddered at the thought. He would've never let Sora stay outside at nighttime in his neighborhood, no matter how much resentment he felt for him. He'd have been raped or killed in a matter of fucking minutes. "You'd have been snatched up in 20 fucking seconds." With your east side ass...
Sora rolled his eyes, not caring. "Please." He instantly smiled when Riku's expression fell into a hard frown, in an attempt to reassure him. "I'll take that as compliment, though."
You'll take that as a warning, Riku wanted to say but spared him for the sake of the already tense mood.
Riku couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to Sora. It was so effortless, it almost didn't seem like it was happening. Sora laughed easily and talked even more easily so holding a 28 minute conversation was no chore for either of them. After the brunet left his life the first time, Riku was sure the relationship was irreparable, but it was so hard not to like Sora and enjoy his company that it only seemed like a few minutes they had shared together on the ride rather than half an hour.
"Here it is." Sora beamed, recognizing the charming townhouse they had stopped in front of. A building with two floors, a thick oak front door and stone steps that led up to a separate back entrance that went straight to the second floor.
Riku couldn't help but laugh at the sign on the window of the first floor. Massage Therapy Clinic. "You're a masseuse?" He eyed Sora incredulously, trying to wrap his mind around that concept. Sora was paid to rub people all day?
Sora scowled, though his voice held little hostility behind it. "Massage therapist." He corrected. "A masseuse is a woman anyway."
"Whatever. It's the same thing." It made sense though, in some strange insane way. At least, it explained why his hands were so abnormally soft. Sora rolled his eyes, moving to exit the car.
"Good-bye, Riku."
"It's not even open yet." Riku pointed out, hoping that Sora would stay with him for a few more minutes.
"I know. That's because I haven't opened it yet." Sora showed him a ring of keys pointedly, jingling them like you would in front of a baby.
Riku frowned, tilting his head curiously to the side. "You own it?"
"And the apartment above it." Sora told him, not bragging, just stating a simple fact. Sora rarely cared about possessions. He could lose everything and still wear that goofy smile. As long as he had someone to wear that goofy smile for.
"Wow." Riku was impressed, glancing at the building again. He owned all of that. Which meant this is where he lived as well.
Riku suddenly felt that wrenching tug again. He was already home. And he had no real reason to come back. Riku lost him already. That was hardly fair. He considered locking the doors and speeding off before Sora could get out. If he leaves, I won't see him again. That's all his mind let him think.
"Well, this is work." Sora smiled and leaned over, obviously intending to kiss him good-bye. He rested his hand on the Riku's thigh and gave it a gentle but firm squeeze. "Unless you wanna come in. I could give you a free 'massage'."
Riku laughed, falling back into that comfort zone that they had; the place where their strong chemistry stemmed from. "Nah, I gotta lot of work to do."
"Okay." Sora said softly, cupping his face and pressed their lips together.
Riku wasn't having that. He held the back of his head and kissed him like he wouldn't see him for another 5 years, parted lips and his tongue deep in the other's mouth. "Mmn." Sora moaned, gripping his thigh hard. His tongue was like hot velvet against Riku's, expertly keeping up with all the attention it was receiving.
"I gotta go." Sora muttered urgently, reluctantly opening the car door, even though Riku wasn't exactly letting him go. He kissed him again, once more before getting out. "I'll call you when I close up, okay?"
Riku nodded mechanically, feeling like every part of his body was missing him already. Sora closed the car door, but he suddenly stopped and turned around, his eyes thoughtful.
"Let's order in tonight, I don't feel like cooking." He grinned, waving goodbye like you would imagine a kid would.
Riku groaned inwardly as he drove off. He had imagined he would be ecstatic about news like this especially when he was nearly panicking earlier. But it was wrong, and Riku consciously knew this. And still he pursued him, knowing the whole time it was a bad idea. Sora shouldn't live with him, Sora shouldn't be near him.
Technically, Sora should hate him. There was a reason he left. A good reason.
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Strange place to end, I know. Adds to the mystery though, I'd like to think.
I was thinking about Kingdom Hearts and it occurred to me, what if Riku, the one who was tainted by darkness and corrupted and such in the game, was like completely normal, while Sora turned out all fucked up? Just seemed like an interesting twist to me... I think I'm addicted to the Sora-bation by the way... *guilty*
May I also point out to quell any future confusion, Riku's opinions are his own, not necessarily the truth. As is any occurrence that Sora may come across—completely his own, but not necessarily the absolute truth. This story is told within reality as well as the adverse reality that the mind creates. It's up to you to decide which is real and which is not.
My goal is to update once a week or so. Depends on how strictly I follow my deadlines. :3 Keep an eye out! THNX - bouncy