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Sora stirred at what I assumed to be maybe 10:00, shaking me out of the half-doze I'd fallen into. I ran a hand up and down his back, almost in disbelief. Last night felt like some kind of weird dream. I had expected to wake up disappointed and alone, but…he was still here. That meant it was real, right? What he said was real.

I smiled down at his peaceful face. What could he be dreaming about? I wished I could jump into his head to find out.

I grasped one of his hands, curled loosely on my chest, and pressed a kiss to it. I would make him love me, and then he wouldn't be doing this by obligation.

There was a knock on the door. "Riku?"

Oh, shit. Larxene. Quickly, I pulled the blanket up to my chin, just as she opened the door and looked in.

"Oh, you're already awake? Good. I have to leave for a job interview, are you going to be okay here all by yourself?"

I nodded, trying not to seem too suspicious. Of course, I wouldn't be alone…but she didn't need to know that.

"Okay. Mom wanted you to do some of the laundry, so don't forget about that."

"I won't," I said shortly. "Goodbye, Larxene."

She gave me a weird look and waved her hand in the barest form of a goodbye. She was just turning to leave when the bundle on my chest began to move.

I think I stopped breathing when Sora's head emerged from beneath the blanket. He regarded my look of horror with a sleepy glance then, in a sort of slow motion, turned to look at Larxene.

Her eyes were as wide as mine probably were. She glanced between Sora and I questioningly. Sora, who seemed to have realized the awkwardness of the situation, buried his head in my chest. Desperate to break the tension, I opened my mouth to explain, but Larxene threw up her hands to stop me.

"I don't want to know," she said, turning to go. "Don't forget the laundry."

Sora and I lay frozen in place, staring at the now-empty doorway. It wasn't until we heard the door close downstairs that suddenly laughter bubbled up from my chest. I knew the situation wasn't exactly funny, per se, but I guess it was the irony that got to me. Larxene had been the one to tell me to move on, forget Sora, and suddenly she finds him in my bed. This might turn out to be a good day.

Sora lifted his head and glared at me, his face still bright red. "It's not funny," he spat. "What'll your parents say when she tells them?"

I shook my head, still chuckling. "She wouldn't tell them, don't worry." I wrap my arms around them. "Besides, right now I don't care."

His face grew, if possible, redder still. He hid his face in my chest again. I smirked wickedly, noting his vulnerable position, and began to tickle his sides mercilessly.

He shrieked shrilly, much higher than a boy should go, and tried desperately to jump out of my grip. I held fast, though, and even managed to pin him beneath me.

"Riku-u-u-u!!!" He laughed shrilly. "Stop, I give, I give!!"

"Say uncle," I said smugly, enjoying this way too much than was healthy.

"Uncle!" he screeched. I finally let go and watched, slight smile still on my face, as he tried to catch his breath, grinning. He narrowed his eyes at me. "I will so get you back later."

"Oh?" I leaned closer. "And how were you planning on doing that?" The smile fell from his face as he realized the implications of those words and how close we were.

"I, uhm…well…"

"Sora…" I leaned so close that my lips were mere centimeters from his. "Just relax. I won't do anything you don't want to, I swear." I brushed my lips on the very corner of his. "So, what do you want?"

He hesitated, staring with interest at a spot on my wall. "I want…you," he finally said. "I want you to do whatever you want to me, just…" he shook his head, trailing off, and finally faced me again, forcing a grin onto his face. "If you want to go all the way, we can."

I stared at him, stunned. Surely he couldn't really mean that? But, though his eyes looked scared, there was truth in them. He wouldn't stop me. And the more I thought about it, the better an idea it seemed. If he was introduced to it early on in this relationship, if he got used to it, it wouldn't be hard to do it again later.

"You really mean that?" I asked, giving him this one chance to back out. If he did, I would wait. I would always wait.

He hesitated once more, and then nodded ferociously. "I want this," he said firmly.

I nodded and leaned down to kiss him. I didn't let it last, though, and it definitely wasn't going to be one to kick off what was about to happen.

"Be right back," I murmured, hopping off the bed.

I padded quietly to Larxene's room, and found what I was looking for almost immediately. Larxene kept a basket on her desk filled with bath salts and small bottles of lotion. I grabbed one of these bottles, looking around as if I expected her to come in. I almost laughed at the absurdity. I knew she was gone. And I knew she had enough of these not to really notice. Still, as I made my way back to my room I made ready to hide the bottle if necessary.

When I went back into the room, Sora was sitting up on the bed, shaking slightly. When he saw me, he smiled weakly. I smiled back and joined him, pulling him close for a kiss.

This one was lingering, fiery, filled with all the passion I could muster, hoping it would spill out onto him. I think I caught him off-guard, because he didn't respond right away. But soon he was as into it as I was, even wrapping his arms around my neck as if afraid I would suddenly leave.

I lapped at his lower lip with my tongue and he opened his mouth readily. He moaned into the kiss. I took that as my cue and began trailing my hands down his sides again, feeling the way his body shuddered under my fingers. I hooked onto the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, separating from the kiss for only an instant before practically lunging at him, pinning him underneath me.

Sora didn't seem to really register the change in position, which made me smirk a bit into the kiss. I let my hands trail once again, lingering over one of his nipples in a way that made him squirm.

My other hand slowly unbuttoned the jeans he had slept in, pulling them off in one quick motion so that he was laying with only his boxers on. I felt a strange sort of satisfaction at the size of the bulge in them as I broke the kiss to look. I laid a few kisses down his chest and stomach, tugging down his boxers as I went until he was naked in his full glory.

I glanced up to see that Sora's eyes were tightly squeezes shut; from embarrassment, most likely. Smiling wickedly, I ran my fingers very barely up his length. A whine escaped his mouth and he squirmed frantically. Deciding to give him a little mercy, I wrapped my hand around him and pumped.

He made a noise that sounded like a cross between a gasp and a moan, gripping the sheets tightly in his hands. I continued, transfixed, watching the way his expression changed with every stroke. It made me remember the night I had jerked him off in his sleep. But there was absolutely no comparison between then and now. This was so much better.

I removed me hand before he came, which made him whine in protest. But then I lowered my mouth onto him, and I think he might have screamed if not for the shock. It didn't take long for him to release himself into my mouth, and, out of sheer curiosity, I swallowed.

I lifted my head and watched him pant, trying to catch his breath post-orgasm, shaking like a leaf. I leaned up and kissed his neck, caressing his side soothingly.

"You…you swallowed it…" I lifted my head to look at him.

"Yeah," I said softly. "Is that okay?"

He swallowed. "Well, it was…I didn't expect it…" He shot me a nervous glance, looking away the instant our eyes connected. "What did it taste like?" he mumbled.

I shrugged nonchalantly, smirking. "Truthfully? Kind of bitter." I kissed him chastely on the lips. "Are you ready for more?"

His eyes widened slightly. "There's…more?"

I laughed at his naïveté and reached for the discarded bottle of lotion. I squeezed a small amount onto my hands. It smelled faintly of raspberries, and I inwardly hoped Sora didn't care.

I lifted his hips up on my lap, prompting for him to wrap his legs around my waist.

"Brace yourself," I said, sticking a finger into his entrance gingerly. He tensed instantly. I leaned down to kiss him.

"Relax," I whispered. "It'll go much faster."

With my help, he allowed himself to go completely limp as I stretched him. His breathing sped up when I added another, and he was completely hard again when I came into contact with his prostate.

"What," he gasped breathlessly, "Was that?"

I smirked and leaned down to kiss him. "You'll find out soon enough," I breathed, withdrawing my fingers.

I leaned back and reached into the drawer on my bedside table, pulling a condom out. Larxene had bought them for me, at the same time getting "the talk" out of the way. I vaguely thought it funny that she was more of a parent to me than either of my parents ever was.

As I rolled the condom on and greased it up with lotion, I locked onto Sora's eyes with my own and positioned myself. "I'm not going to lie to you, this will probably hurt," I said. "But I swear, I'll try to make it not."

He looked scared, but nodded. I braced his hips and leaned down for another kiss as I slowly entered him.

I met resistance almost immediately. I broke away to find Sora with his eyes clenched shut, a few tears leaking out the corners. I kissed them gently.

"You have to relax, Sora," I whispered. "It's going to be so much worse if you don't. I swear the pain won't last long." I kissed him again as if emphasizing my point.

I went slowly again and there was less resistance this time, though there was definite tensing. I didn't really know how much this hurt, but if his reaction was anything to go by it wasn't a cakewalk.

Once I was fully sheathed, I stopped and waited. It took a tremendous amount of self-control, since the feel of him around me was enough to make me feel like I was suffocating; in a good way. But I couldn't be insensitive to the obvious pain he was feeling. I contented myself with rubbing a hand up and down his thigh soothingly.

After a few minutes, Sora gave a small nod, his indication to move. I distracted him with a few kisses, trying to make him forget the pain, but nothing could compare to when I finally found that spot inside him again.

I didn't lose it after that, and soon we were nothing but tangled limbs and broken gasps and moans. In our incoherent state, it was almost difficult to tell where one of us ended and the other began. We were touching everywhere, and I couldn't remember ever being happier.

When we came, crying each other's names in a way I hoped wasn't as embarrassing as it sounded, I saw white for what felt like hours. When I came down from my high, I pulled out of Sora and rolled over next to him. I almost laughed when I realized that we were backwards on the bed; feet on the pillows, heads pillowed only by the gathered comforter.

I raised myself onto my elbow to look down at his face and his gaze, which had been fixed on the ceiling before, slid over to me. Smiling softly, I leaned over him again and pulled him into a fiery kiss that I hoped conveyed what I wanted it to.

I finally broke the kiss, taking a moment to stare at his flushed face and too-bright eyes. I waited for the feeling of disbelief to wash over me again. But it didn't come. All that there was…was this, right now. This moment I thought I would never have and had finally attained. Somehow, it felt natural. The feel of his breath mingling with mine; his skin touching mine in a way that was intimate but not in a sexual way…I never wanted this moment to end.

I pulled him to me and he buried his face in my neck. We said nothing. We didn't have to.