Warning: There be Smut. Not super detailed but sprinkled in never the less.

Also, a note on pairings. There's a ton represented in this story. I may not get to everyone's favorite, but there will be hints, hook-ups, and maybe fantasy dreams.

That said, hope you all enjoy reading this!

Justice T.

It's Amazing before it gets Worse

The ceiling caved in, then swirled into the colors of the rainbow. The colors kept mixing and swirling into each other until everything went black. His eyes were closed now as the heat traveled below his chest, curling into a small ball in his stomach. Muscles were locking up in one disgruntled heap of confusion and panic. Everything felt right. It was all too good.

"God... Don't stop.." Sora nearly wanted to die when he felt his voice crack at the end of his plea. His body wanted to buck, but tanned muscular hands kept him in place. Despite their firm grip, Sora didn't feel restrained. It was like the person (whose face happened to be in between his legs) was taking care of him, making sure every ounce of pleasure could be felt before letting him fly free.

No one had made him this vulnerable. Not since freshman year...

No. Not then. He didn't want to think of back then, of them. He swore that he would never give those bastards anymore headspace. But, as usual, his heart wasn't cooperating. Instead, the ache just stalled his orgasm and his eyes snapped open.

In front of him Roxas was still expertly attending to him, mouth open enough to let a pink tongue travel around the tip of Sora's arousal. Oh, he was just teasing now.

The bitter memories were no surprise. Sora couldn't help but dissociate when Roxas' got like this. The golden haired devil knew damn well that Sora hated being teased. "Fuck, Rox," Sora snarled, "There's no need to show off."

The fully clothed devil raised eyes full of mischief and light in Sora's direction. The smirk followed and then a voice deeper than one would expect drifted towards him at a slow crawl. "But you love it. And I love seeing you like this. Squirming, screaming with your eyes. It's no fun without some suspense."

"I'm not... My reactions aren't that interesting." Sora unlaced his fingers from his "lover's" golden hair, almost jealous that the twisting curls returned to their previous state. Roxas was the only one who could sneak off and have sex without anyone being the wiser.

As for Sora's perpetual bed head of brown spikes, everyone knew when he had sex. Or at least they thought they knew (judging by the number of winks he'd receive while walking down the dorm room halls when all he did was wake up and have joe. A cup of joe. Not sex with joe).

But these days, they'd often be right. Before his thoughts could wander to the cruelty of genetics, Roxas started kissing him. Everything was right again.

And Sora hated it. He didn't deserve it, any of it, but he clung to Roxas as if it was the last time (which could be any day, really). He pushed as much passion as he could into the kiss without taking control. He had his role to play, so when Roxas' forced his mouth open he gave Roxas access to everything.

Being consumed could be uncomfortable. But, when you got used to it, when your body literally floated within the pleasure instead of outside of it, the benefits outweighed the comfort. Especially when you trusted the person.

His body was special. He could do what he wanted with it, but there was no denying the cautiousness that stuck to his bones like syrup. Sora had left it on for too long and now, as he tried to clean it with Roxas, the sticky residue had left a few stains.

But Roxas didn't care. Roxas couldn't see his heart, couldn't really pull out a secret with his eyes alone. There was no need for that, and Sora was grateful.

Only one person had seen that far into his core. The one person he could never forget... Or save.

The kissing left his mouth, allowing Sora to breathe. He barely took in a few well-needed doses of air when, suddenly, Roxas' tongue and teeth trailed a circular dance on his neck. That's when Sora knew his body was reaching a breaking point. Too close. Too fucking close to the 'spot' only one girl could find. He wouldn't be able to hold it in. "Crap, I'm going to come..."

"Good." A light pause in between teeth nipping and licking before Roxas did the impossible. He sucked Sora just above the collarbone and with a jolt there was a spasm of movement and a yell that quickly turned into a moan.

Eyes squinted shut, Sora felt a small part of himself cower inward. "You... Actually found it..."

Roxas sat up, getting his tight black shirt off. Then the ripped jeans had to go, and a blue pair of boxers quickly followed. Sora finally had a great reason (namely abs) to keep his eyes occupied. He couldn't look Roxas' in the face, not after that.

But of course, now was the time for Roxas' to be smart. Cold fingers nudged his chin up and Sora's tense breath hovered just beneath his partner's pleased smile. "I told you before, didn't I? Eventually I'll discover everything."

"Please... If you can, stop." Sora licked his lips. "What's in me isn't worth discovering."

"Says who?" He pushed a hand into Sora's hair, head tilting and leaving his mouth inches away from his new target. "I couldn't stop even if I tried."

"...why? Why me?"

Roxas shrugged. "I've been thinking on that a lot lately. Yesterday it hit me. But you're not going to like it."

Sora laughed. "I have tougher skin than you think."

Roxas didn't laugh with him. He didn't even smile. Instead he pushed Sora's face to the side and flipped him. "Shut up and quit posturing."

Great. Dirty talk only started when Roxas' was emotional about something. Not that Sora could see his face, but judging by the slap aimed so kindly (not) at his butt, a nerve had been struck. "Rox... You're too impatient."

It was a problem for both of them. They did this position often enough and it wasn't getting better. Foreplay never lasted long enough, and someone would forget the lube so Roxas would have to get creative and stretch him with his fingers. Sora, who would honestly never be ready considering anal was his least favorite, would then have to suck it up while Roxas slammed into him.

Then Sora would eventually get too loud, Roxas would get to guilt-ridden to finish, and everyone remained horny and unsatisfied. Unless... The objective was pain, then Roxas would be satisfied if he was in a mood and Sora would be satisfied if it was that type of day.

Sex had never seemed this complicated when he was in high school. But, then again, that was before he got addicted. And addictions made everything complicated.

And Riku was the one who turned him into this. Sora sighed. He hated thinking. "This won't work, man." The moment this thought escaped his mouth his butt tensed at the wet, cool moisture massaging his entrance.

Wait, there was lube?

Sora wanted to to turn and check, but he could only twitch as a hand shot forward, pinning his head in place. Flesh pressed against quivering flesh for a brief second as a determined voice whispered in his ear. "Don't move."

Gentle. Almost but not quite sweet. Roxas never talked like this. Sora was too stunned to move now, and the shock continued to mess with him as he slowly felt his shoulders and legs relax as Roxas' cold fingers pushed into him. This didn't just feel good. It was weird. Different.

"I want this to work," was the last thing Roxas said before Sora lost it to euphoria.

XxxxXXxxxX

One hour. It took one hour.

Forty to fifty minutes warming up, and only then had Sora been comfortable enough to accept Roxas' hard desire. And it awoke something primal in his being. No one had spent this much time on Sora. His heart was beating strong and true for the first time in years.

His lover remained silent, turned away, a light pink dust on his cheeks. Sora hugged him from behind, and for once, Roxas' let him. They were cuddling! The world had exploded and turned upside down, and no one thought to tell Sora today of all days.

Life was so fucking rude. But Sora loved it still. He could love again. He would love again! Finally, he no longer had to shield the holes in his chest. Each second filled him up. This moment couldn't be taken away.

And then his phone rang. Hmmm, should the moment be paused for this? Nah, Sora decided. But after the third ring Roxas broke through the haze. "Dude, it's yours."

Sora rolled his eyes. "Doesn't take a genius to know. Don't you dare move from the bed."

Instead of a speech about boundaries and hugging limits, Sora was surprised that all he got was a shrug. A shrug and butterflies in his stomach. He grinned and fished his phone out of his clothing pile. The number that appeared immediately shot his butterflies to the ground. Now there was a swarm in his stomach.

The caller ID read "Riku". He had prepared for this day. Today, a day of new love, would be the day he would delete this number and block it. The time was now. So, swallowing back his frown, he calmly went into phone settings. He slid his thumb to the left, hovering over the red button of death, when he received a single text message.

He dropped his phone. Hands scratched at clothes and skin in a combination that somehow got him dressed. He picked up the phone, stomped into his shoes, and yelled out a quick reply to a startled Roxas that meant everything and nothing all at once.

The moment his body left the apartment it didn't belong to him. Nothing was his and everything wasn't. The only thing pushing him forward was his heart, and the fragile organ was shattering and reforming over and over again with each beat. It was ready for Riku, ready for the damage Sora would never accept.