This chapter is also known as 'Here's the fucking porn already'. So no secrets there about the content, which is rated with a big fat M.
The song for this chapter was originally going to be 'Famous Last Words' by My Chemical Romance, which was the song that partially inspired the fic (the other one was 'The Sharpest Lives' by the same band, which is incidentally where I got the title from), but when I finally formulated the scene in my head, the song 'My Saviour' by Dead by April seemed so much more appropriate. So that's the song for this chapter, although Famous Last Words could be the sub-title as it fits quite well with the end.

We are by no means at the end of the story, people! There are AT LEAST ten more chapters to come, so worry not! And of course, when this finally finishes, I have many more ideas in my head that need writing down.

I'm a little hesistant about this chapter, as although I have posted several lemons, the only yaoi one was much more poetic and shorter, whereas this one is going to be, well, probably downright dirty and not at all poetic, and quite long. But yeah, please be nice, this is relatively new territory for me.

So, on with the porn!!

Disclaimer: No ownage.

Kiss and I Will Surrender

Sixteen

My Saviour

I want you.

The words had no sooner left Sora's mouth, than it was being plundered by Roxas's insistent tongue, darting and teasing and coaxing Sora's own tongue out. Though it was not their first kiss by far, the admittance that they wanted each other in every sense of the notion gave their kisses new meaning. Every touch of their lips sent sparks down their nerves and their tongues were suddenly much more insistent, rougher but softer, and their breath seemed to be at least three times hotter than before as it mingled in their open mouths.

Though Roxas had initiated it, Sora soon took control of the kiss. His tan hands skimmed over Roxas's back lightly, the very pads of his fingers brushing teasingly against the pale skin, before coming to rest firmly on the thinner boy's hips. The ocean was ringing in Roxas's ears and he was strangely aware of how small and insignificant they were in this endless expanse of water that lapped around their navels. He shifted his feet on the sea bed, kicking up a miniature sandstorm as he brought his chest and stomach flush to Sora's.

He smirked when this caused Sora to gasp, though the beach boy never stopped kissing him, letting his groans loose into the blonde's mouth as they began to gyrate against each other. The friction was maddening – their erections were still hidden by their boxers but even the slightest of contact was enough to drive Roxas insane.

Sora had brought one hand up and was now coaxing Roxas's right nipple to hardness, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers as if rolling a cigarette and then pinching it lightly. Roxas positively mewled, and then stopped, annoyed at himself for sounding so submissive but enjoying the sensations too much to try and assert some dominance.

He didn't know if he was really ready for what they wanted to do, but his entire body was aching for more contact. He wanted to be able to push his fingers through that hot, bronzed skin like butter, in a bid for closer intimacy, and he knew that this ache would not subside until they had fucked each other senseless, if it would subside at all. Right now, he didn't care who did the fucking as long as his craving was kerbed.

Sora nearly whimpered when Roxas wrapped his slim arms around his neck and drew the stronger boy into a deeper kiss, but allowing Sora to control the kiss with his pushing, ransacking tongue that stroked over his upper palate and just behind his teeth. Sora could tell he was being given control, and he was grateful to Roxas – he was nervous as hell, and didn't think he would be able to handle it if he wasn't in control of the situation. Roxas seemed much calmer than him, albeit feisty and practically begging Sora for more.

His fingers left Roxas's nipple and the blonde frowned, but then those large hands were slipping under his ass and lifting. Catching on, he brought his legs up and hooked them over Sora's hips as the brunette used the buoyancy of the water to hoist Roxas up. The brunette was pushing through the water, and Roxas gasped when his back came into contact with cool, smooth stone – there were crags of rocks jutting out of the sea in lines from the shore, and Sora had somehow guided them over to these formations, and now he was pressing the blonde into them insistently as he began to suck and bite his way along Roxas's taut jaw line.

The air was getting more humid now, or maybe they were just getting more heated, but Roxas could have sworn he could see steam vapour as his head fell back against the rock. Sora's tongue was now tracing maddening circles on his throat as they grinded their groins against each other. The brunette was thrusting Roxas into the rock wall, his hands were running over Roxas's ass and the back of his slim thighs. Occasionally his hands would slip far enough down the blonde's legs to tease at the material of his boxers, sliding his fingers under the sodden, floating cotton and up over Roxas's inner thighs.

Sora smirked when Roxas let out another of those submissive moans, pulling back to admire the reddening skin of the blonde's neck where he had been sucking gently and biting. There were a few teeth marks here and there that stood out on the pale skin and made his erection twitch in his shorts. It gave another insistent jump when he looked at Roxas's face, which was flushed with lust – his damp hair was spread limply around his head in a dirty blonde halo against the rock, his eyes had darkened with desire and were now a shiver-inducing indigo. His mouth hung open slightly, showing off white, small teeth that were evenly spaced. As Sora thrust against the blonde again, those teeth came down to gnaw at Roxas's swollen lower lip and his golden lashes fluttered onto his cheeks.

"God, you're so beautiful," Sora gasped, returning to adorning the blonde's flesh with kisses. He loved the bruises that were flowering up on Roxas's neck – though the singer was far from pure, it felt like Sora was sullying his innocence by marring that porcelain skin.

"Nnng," Roxas grunted incoherently, panting open mouthed now. Sora had moved down to his chest and was focusing on his nipples, forming his tongue into a point and tracing it in circles around the areola before flicking at the hard nub in the centre. Roxas's hands finally decided to do something, fisting into the wonderful thick chocolate locks and tugging firmly. Sora just grinned against the blonde's chest and nipped playfully at the goosebump-swathed flesh.

"Ever since then, I've wanted to screw you against a wall," Sora growled, referring to their heated kiss against the lockers the day before as he switched over to the other nipple, his fingers replacing his mouth on the former one as he repeated the process on the new one. "Guess this'll have to do," he said around a mouth of nipple, thrusting against the writhing blonde to emphasize his point.

"S-Sora..." There was a pleading tone to Roxas's tremulous whisper, along with a warning to get on with it and stop abusing his dominance privileges.

Sora worked his way across Roxas's heaving chest, along the line of muscles in his twitching neck and up to his ear. He hooked his teeth on one of the many piercings there and tugged gently, still grinding against Roxas. "Tell me what you want, Roxas," he whispered.

For a moment, there was only the sound of the ocean caressing the shore and their winded breathing. "You know what I want," Roxas growled, tightening his hold in Sora's hair and tugging almost painfully. He pulled the brunette in for a searing kiss, sucking in air through his nose as he struggled for oxygen. His brain was going foggy. "Just fuck me before I fuck you."

Sora faltered suddenly, almost breaking the moment with a worried question. "But will you be okay... here? Shouldn't we at least have like... lube or something?"

"We're in water dumbass," Roxas hissed, "I hardly think lube will make the experience less painful for me than water."

"Well, as long as you're sure..."

"I am. Now hurry the fuck up Sora!" Roxas bit harshly down on the brunette's lip, digging his nails into Sora's scalp to prove he wasn't fucking around.

"Heh, no need to get violent," Sora chuckled. He kissed Roxas again, more gentle than before, their lips barely grazing each other as he reached down and plucked at Roxas's waist band. Hooking his fingers on the material, he dragged the boxers down as far as he could with Roxas's legs wrapped around him, before running his hand over the smooth pale flesh of Roxas's ass. The muscles were clenching beneath the skin, emphasising how firm it was.

Sora couldn't resist it. He squeezed hard, digging his fingernails into the supple flesh and earning a moan from Roxas that was halfway between agony and mindless desire. His lips kissed across Roxas's cheek to the curve of his jaw, and he pressed his mouth there as one finger dipped into the curve between Roxas's cheeks. The pad of his finger pressed gently against the tight hole, meeting with intense resistance.

"Roxas, relax," he soothed, flattening his tongue and dragging it up Roxas's exposed throat.

"I'm trying," was the haughty reply. "You try getting your ass fingered and we'll see how relaxed you are."

"Touché," the brunette chuckled, returning back to Roxas's mouth for another kiss in hopes that it would serve to distract the blonde a little bit from what his hand was doing. He pushed the tip of his finger in; it was so unbelievably tight, he was worried that he was going to hurt both Roxas and himself if Roxas didn't relax some more.

Using the rock for support, his other hand left Roxas's thigh and moved around to the front to grip the straining erection. The effect was immediate as he swiped his hand swiftly over the blonde's leaking cock, and his index finger slipped inside Roxas to the first knuckle. This could take a while, but he wanted their first time to be pleasurable for both of them, not just Sora.

He became aware that he was sweating as he felt moisture trickling down his back, the same moisture that was lightly beading Roxas's pink face. He kissed the drops of perspiration away from the blonde's forehead soothingly, his fingers teasing the tip of Roxas's dick as he gently twisted the finger in Roxas's ass, moving it back and forth and urging the blonde to unclench a little more. He finally managed to push it in to the second knuckle when he squeezed forcefully around Roxas's length.

"You're really tight, Roxas," he groaned. As much as he was worried about hurting his new lover, the idea of that tightness surrounding his cock, and thrusting into those clenching muscles, turned him on more than the idea of fucking any girl ever had. His hand began to move faster over Roxas's cock, and he rocked his own hips in hopes of some much needed friction on his neglected length.

"Just move your finger," the blonde grunted, "or we'll be here all night!"

"Say if I'm hurting you," Sora warned, and then he slipped his finger back out of Roxas, before driving it back in steadily. Roxas hissed and dropped his head to Sora's collarbone. His hands were clawing at Sora's tense shoulders, leaving red trails in the wake of his blunt nails.

"Keep going," he moaned, biting down on the tanned skin.

"Does it hurt?" Sora asked worriedly.

"I said keep going Sora!" The brunette laughed nervously and kissed Roxas's damp hair, obeying the order and repeating the thrusting action with his finger, hooking it slightly when it was inside to brush against the velvety walls of muscle. He knew that if he found Roxas's prostate, things would be instantly easier, but he had no idea how deep that would be.

"You ready for two?" he asked as the resistance eased a little bit and he was able to push his finger in and out without as much effort as before. Roxas was mewling into his shoulder, hugging him tightly like a frightened child.

"Just keep going with one for the moment," the blonde gasped. One pale hand reached in between their bodies and closed over Sora's tan one that was still jerking him off loosely. He gripped Sora's hand and his erection tightly and guided Sora to pump him harder, moaning heavily when the brunette complied. All the while, Sora's long finger was sliding in and out of his body, and it was becoming easier and easier as the tight ring of muscles relaxed. And Roxas had to admit, it wasn't hurting, so much as it felt a bit uncomfortable. And he was definitely starting to enjoy the little jolts of electricity that Sora seemed to be sending through the multitude of nerves down there.

"Okay," he groaned, "You can try another now."

Sora didn't voice his concerned question, instead choosing to obey Roxas's command. It was funny how Sora had thought he was in control of the situation, but Roxas was giving all the orders. And speaking of the blonde, he had lifted his head from Sora's shoulder and was now kissing along the brunette's tan skin, laving his tongue at the perspiration gathering on his throat and dragging his teeth gently over the sensitive flesh.

Sora pulled his finger out to the tip and added his middle finger, slowing the pace down again as the new intrusion pushed passed Roxas's sphincter. The blonde grunted with discomfort but didn't complain, although he did clamp his teeth down quite harshly on Sora's neck. The brunette mouthed the word 'ouch' but continued to drive his fingers into Roxas. It was much easier than when he had started with just the one, and his fingers slipped in till the hilt with relative ease. He made that hooking motion again, hoping to find that fabled bundle of nerves that would make the experience a million times better for Roxas.

Roxas picked up the pace with their pumping his erection. Sora's hand was stroking the base of his shaft, while Roxas was playing with the weeping tip, their hands moving in unison. Roxas's eyes were heavily hooded and his face was fully flushed as he panted into Sora's neck, still biting down hard enough that he broke the skin.

"Ow!" Sora winced, "Fucking hell Roxas, if it hurts that bad just say instead of going vampire on me!"

"Shut up," was the muffled reply as, ironically, Roxas began to lick up the blood he had drawn. "Just keep going."

"As you wish," Sora muttered, and thrust his fingers in a little more forcefully than before as punishment to Roxas for making him bleed. He smirked at the high-pitched gasp this dragged from the blonde, and his smile only widened when his finger tips grazed against something spongey deep within Roxas.

"Ah ha," he said triumphantly, and angled his fingers so that the prints pressed firmly against the bundle of nerves. The result was almost hilarious – Roxas moaned like a wanton whore and clenched around Sora's fingers, his erection bucking violently in their hands.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Roxas gasped, now basically clutching onto Sora for dear life.

"So you like it then?" Sora asked with a wicked smirk, pressing more forcefully against Roxas's prostate. Roxas groaned loudly, and then without warning, his length pulsed in their hands and he was coming, staining his own chest with his cum as he practically screamed Sora's name.

"I'll take that as a yes," Sora murmured, feeling Roxas's muscles noticeably relax around his fingers. He spread them in a scissoring action and then added a third while Roxas was still recovering from his unexpected orgasm. The blonde's length was already twitching back to hardness at a speed neither would have thought possible if they weren't seeing it for themselves.

"Does it feel good?" Sora asked curiously as he thrust his three fingers in more forcefully, enjoying the noises that the singer was making immensely.

Damn, I was right about him being a little screamer... hope he doesn't get too loud or someone will hear us.

"It feels like having a broom handle shoved up your ass," Roxas grunted even as he let out another moan dripping with sex. "But it feels so fucking good as well!"

"Hmm, good," the brunette rumbled, hand wrapping around Roxas's semi-erect length and stroking up it in languid strokes. "Think you're ready?"

"As I'll ever be," the blonde grunted into his shoulder. Sora didn't wait for any further encouragement. His erection was now straining so hard against his boxers and the back of Roxas's thighs that it was throbbing painfully. His fingers slipped out of the blonde, and Roxas whimpered at the sudden loss.

"Hang on a sec," Sora grunted, reaching down and jerking his boxers down so that his aching dick sprung free. "Okay, let's do this..."

"Hurry up," Roxas whined.

"Sheesh, you sound like a girl."

"Shut the fuck u-ahhhh!" Roxas narrowly missed smacking his head on the wall of rock behind him as he threw it back, his eyes rolling back into his head as he moaned gutturally; Sora grunted loudly and clamped his hand over Roxas's mouth to stop him drawing attention to them as his dick pressed into the still very tight hole. Though it was tight, he slipped in easily enough and when his pelvis was pressed flush against Roxas's thighs, he sagged a little against the rock, relying on it to keep them upright while he adjusted to the intense heat surrounding his cock like a furnace.

"Fuck," he choked out, bracing his arm on the wall next to Roxas. His other hand remained covering Roxas's mouth.

"My thought's exactly," his lover responded in a muffled voice through Sora's fingers. His pectorals were quivering as they tensed and untensed.

"This feels too good," Sora said after about half a minute when he had got his wind back and Roxas stopped shaking.

"Yeah, but if you don't move soon it sure as hell is going to stop feeling good."

"Tch, so bossy." Sora planted his feet firmly on the sea bed and grasped Roxas's hips firmly. He tilted his hips back, sliding out to the tip, and then drove in to the hilt again, making the water stir and smack against the rock.

"Oh FUCK!" Roxas gasped in a near scream. He was getting too loud.

"Shut up!" Sora hissed, taking one hand off of Roxas's hips to grab his chin and pull him down for a very rough kiss. Sora thrust his tongue into Roxas's mouth in much the same way as he had thrust his dick into the blonde's ass, swallowing Roxas's noises. He pulled out again and then shoved in a little more forcefully before.

"Mmmfff!" Roxas gasped, unable to properly articulate the sensations running through his body. His mind was telling him that he shouldn't really be enjoying this, but his body sure as hell was contradicting that statement. His neglected arousal was now fully erect again, bobbing against his stomach as Sora set a pace, making shallow thrusts in and out of Roxas's tight little ass. Sora's fingers dug into his hip and chin, sure to leave purple marks in their wake.

"Oh Jesus fucking Christ," Sora moaned as he broke the kiss in need of oxygen that breathing through his nose simply wasn't giving him. Not really caring any more, he let Roxas's moans get louder and louder until they were escalating into hoarse screams.

"Holy shit!" the blonde yelled in that beautiful voice that had captivated Sora from the very beginning. "Please, Sora! Harder!"

Sora didn't need telling twice. He changed the angle of his hips and then thrust up into Roxas's writhing form with all the strength his lower body possessed. A snapping scream was dragged from the blonde's mouth as his prostate was hit bluntly by the head of Sora's impaling cock, sending his mind numb.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" he whimpered in time with the thrusts, as Sora grunted – Roxas was still extremely tight and Sora wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last.

Roxas lifted one hand to his mouth and bit down on the back of it in a bid to muffle his screams; Sora was now thrusting into him hard, fast and deep. The water around them was frothing and splashing against the rocks with the force of their movements which were becoming more and more frantic.

"Fuck Roxas, I'm going to come soon," Sora moaned, latching his mouth onto Roxas's throat and biting down roughly, trying to keep himself quiet. But it seemed, Roxas had been closer, because all of a sudden his muscles clenched down so forcefully on Sora's dick that it knocked the wind out of him, and for the second time that night he was coming onto their chests as he screamed raggedly into his hand with something that sounded like Sora's name.

The insanely tight clenching around Sora was what broke him. He gave a few more frantic thrusts, his teeth gnawing down on his lower lip and his eyes squeezed shut, and then he was coming into that wet, silken heat with a frayed groan, his thighs trembling with exertion and his vision white with black spots from lack of oxygen.

How long they remained curled in on each other like that, heaving their bodies together as they tried to recover some semblance of simple things like language and bodily functions like breathing, they didn't know. It could have been minutes; it could have been millennia for all they cared. The shock of what they had done was finally settling in, but not in such a way that either of them wanted to bolt. More, they were surprised that they had finally had the courage to go through with the act.

The ache had dulled in Roxas's chest, and for that he was thankful. He hurt all over, but the pain was so deliciously tainted with the essence of Sora that he wished it would stay forever.

Sora pulled out of him eventually, when they had got their minds and breath back, and they pulled up each other's boxers before Roxas pressed Sora into the rock for a slow, post-coital kiss that tingled down their spines as their tongues teased at each other gently. Their fingers intertwined tightly as they laced their hands together. They didn't speak. They didn't see the need.

After a while that lasted forever and wasn't long enough, they waded into deeper water to wash themselves of the evidence of what they had done, paddling tiredly and barely able to keep their chins above the water. Sora ducked down under the surface to rid his face of the sweat, and Roxas tipped his head back so that his hair was swirling in the water and cooling his scalp.

They stumbled back onto the beach, not bothering to pull their clothes back on as they gathered up their stuff and walked back up the sand to the main road. There was no sign of people about for which they were relieved as they walked back (Roxas somewhat stiffly) in the humid night air that smelled of heat and salt.

The house was dark and deathly silent when they tiptoed into it. A glance at Sora's watch indicated they had been out for more than three hours and it was past midnight. They crept up the stairs until they reached the door to the east wing, at which point Sora turned the lights on, knowing that it would not disturb his parents or Leon and Rinoa as they were in the west wing.

Speaking for the first time since they had orgasmed, he turned to Roxas and asked brightly, "Shower?" Roxas nodded tiredly, barely able to keep his eyes open, and he trudged down the hallway with its old fashioned carpet after the too-chirpy brunette, into a large, stone-tiled bathroom with a sit-down shower big enough for two.

They dumped their things in the clothes hamper and Sora turned the shower on, keeping the water cool as they were still sweating from their... endeavours. They both sighed as they stepped under the wide-spread spray of cool, clean water, collapsing onto the tiled benches opposite each other and leaning back against the cold walls of the large cubicle, utterly spent.

As they washed lazily, taking their time and cooling down, Roxas spoke.

"I'm going to walk funny for a week, you know."

Sora snorted and accidentally inhaled some water.

"It's not funny, Leonhart," Roxas snapped as Sora choked and pounded his chest.

"Oh," Sora coughed, "So we're on last name basis now, are we Strife?"

Roxas nudged him with his foot irritably. "Shut up."

"You said that a lot, you know."

"What?"

"You kept telling me to shut up and were telling me what to do," Sora said with a smirk. "There's a term for that I think... I believe Xion would have called you a 'Badass Uke'." He made quotation marks with his fingers, and then burst into hysterics when Roxas took on a murderous expression at being dubbed the uke.

"There's no way I can be uke," he hissed, throwing a sponge in Sora's face and getting soap in the brunettes mouth, "Because there is no way that you are a seme."

"I think your ass says otherwise," Sora giggled around a mouthful of soap, hunching over and practically howling with laughter, his shoulders shaking with the effort to try and contain it.

"You're acting like a fifteen year old boy," Roxas grumbled, crossing his arms and pouting, though it was getting hard to keep a straight face when he was looking at a hysterical, choking and sopping wet Sora with soap all over his face.

"And you're acting like a virginal girl, uke," Sora jeered. This time, Roxas threw a full bottle of shampoo at him, which Sora caught deftly before it could make too much noise or cause him pain. Roxas pouted even more that his plan to hurt Sora had been foiled.

They finished cleaning themselves up eventually and when they got out the shower they 'reconciled' by drying each other, stealing chaste kisses and not-so-chaste ones, before wrapping themselves up in fluffy dressing gowns and making their way up to Sora's room.

They changed into loose slacks and turned on Sora's air conditioning, and then crawled onto the large double bed, collapsing on top of the sheets. They wanted to cuddle up to each other but it was too hot for that, so they settled for lying on their sides facing each other and holding hands between them.

Sora was asleep immediately, as was typical of him, which gave the slightly more reserved Roxas a chance to admire his new lover without being embarrassed about being caught. Though the ache in his lower regions was quite pronounced (he would have to ask for an aspirin in the morning), he couldn't deny that he had enjoyed submitting to Sora, and he had actually liked it enough that he wouldn't say no to doing it again.

He reached up and stroked Sora's relaxed face, a content smile spreading over his features. It felt wonderful to be able to do this without worrying about Sora waking up, or wondering over his feelings. He had to admit that what Aerith had said at the after party was looking to be very true right now. He wasn't quite brave enough to articulate it, even in his head, but when he looked at Sora, sleeping peacefully and looking so beautiful and vulnerable, he wanted nothing more than to protect him and stay with him for as long as he lived.

However long that was.

Closing the distance between them, he placed one last kiss on Sora's soft lips before succumbing to sleep, his joints and muscles aching with sex but still hoping for a round two tomorrow. His eyes drifted closed and a small smile tugged at his pink lips.

And when he dreamed, for the first time in five years, he didn't have a single nightmare.

Gah, I suck at ending chapters, don't I?

But yeah... -twiddles thumbs- hope that lived up to the hype that's been building up since like, chapter one. And if it didn't, feel free to kill me for ruining the fic DX

Reviews pleeeeease. Till next week!