Life's Cheat Code
-Level 08 Begin-
Riku was first to awaken, at first realizing the blankets covering his naked form were clumped up tightly next to him. He had only turned over and gently searched the blankets until an angelic face came into view, making the older boy smile. He had laid in bed for some time before the other body next to him stirred, and a slender warm hand popped out from underneath the blankets, obviously in search of him. Small, delicate fingers gently grasped the older's hand before Sora completely immerged from the blankets with a yawn so adorable it took all of Riku's will power to restrain a pounce.
Sora finally eyed the older boy and smiled himself, laying back down closer to the silver-haired boy, lightly kissing his lips and resting against him, the blankets following his every move.
"Morning." Riku whispered, kissing his forehead as he did so.
Sora smiled, and propped himself on one elbow and looked at the older boy, "Morning..."
The younger boy yawned again gently, feeling hands crawl underneath the blanket, gently grabbing his form and bringing it closer to the elder's body. A giggle escaped Sora as their lips met again, said boy being undertaken by the older boy in an instant. Ignoring the bearable tastes of bed mouth and semen potent within both boys, Sora willingly let Riku's teasing tongue enter his mouth. Sora in turn began to knead the older boy's hips, feeling some sort of pressure press against him. They moaned in the other's mouth, feeling the familiar tendrils of heat course through their bodies.
After a few hours of repeating the same gestures, sex all over the house and walking around stark naked, and a single shower between them, both boys got dressed and were now sitting on the living room couch...making out. Sora moaned as his hands were pinned above his head with one of the older boy's hands, the other one gently undoing his pants. Being once again silenced with Riku's own lips, he became dough in Riku's arms...again. His delicate fingers danced around a part of the younger boy's anatomy that usually made him jump when contacted with...such things.
So, he did. Sora bucked his hips up, but Riku did not stop his ministrations until the younger boy screamed his name in orgasm...again.
Exhausted, Sora sighed deeply, reeling back his arms and attempting to sit up and look at the older boy...proving to be difficult. After he had sat up, he cupped Riku's face in his hands, glistening in a layer of sweat and out of breath, he spoke.
"R-Riku?"
A peck. "Uh-huh?"
"Don't...don't ever get jealous of Roxas...okay?"
Riku propped himself up with his elbows, giving the other boy an uncertain look.
"Why would I be?"
"Because...My best friend is the most important thing to me, boyfriend or not...And I'm extremely affectionate toward him, you've seen me, right?"
"Oh...that."
Sora's face faltered before he came back with a tender loving kiss, lasting only for a minute.
"I can't be with someone who is jealous of someone I care so much about, okay...?"
After a moment, Riku looked back up at the younger boy with a smile, "I wont be...just not in front of me or at least at a minimum, alright?"
Sora giggled, smiling up at the older boy with a gentle kiss, "I'll try..."
/L-C-C\
The day was nearly done, and Sora had to return home for...work later on that night. He stood in the living room, waiting for the older boy to re-re-re-refreshen up so that they could leave.
Sora sighed, standing against the wall near the door, fidgeting with the black chipping nail polish dotted on his fingers. It was Friday.
Hearing the older boy coming down the stairs, he perked up, being met with a the older boy's smile and a chaste kiss on his tender lips. They left the house, locking the door behind them on the account of how both parents were gone out to work, and were on their way to Sora's.
Said boy was unusually quiet, and staring blankly out the window. Stopped at a red light, the older boy leaned over and gently kissed his cheek, making Sora giggle and reward him with a kiss on the lips. Riku smirked and returned to his own seat, "What's the matter?"
Sora's smile faltered, and he again looked out the window, answering with a heavy sigh.
"I'll be okay...I just want today to be over with already..."
"Work stressin' ya out?"
Sora tensed slightly, but it went unnoticeable. Riku was already looking ahead when the car began to roll again.
Sora took a long pause before answering, "...Uh, y-yeah..."
"It's just community service though, right? And you're a brilliant entertainer, why in the world would that stress you out?"
"I need to come up with a new act."
Sora stifled a forced laugh to magnify the intense IRONY that had made the car fall into a deep, semi-comfortable silence until Sora's house came into view.
"Thanks a lot, Riku...For everything."
Riku parked in a temporary space before looking down at the brunet. His foolish attempt at keeping a straight face was futile under the cheesy grin and big blue eyes staring back at him.
...Then they started making out again.
Some odd minutes later, Sora reeled back gently, "Pop the trunk?"
Riku silently complied, gently pressing the button on the left of the steering wheel, watching the younger boy open the door and gently slam it shut and retreated to the bag of the car to get his stuff.
Riku unlocked his door and followed him, meeting Sora as he shut the trunk door and looked up at him, gym bag in hand. The older boy held out a hand to carry the bag and Sora happily complied, adding "Think you can carry me too?"
So, they tried.
With Sora on his back and the bag hooked around his neck and dangling in front of him, Riku walked from the car up the driveway and up to the front door, softly dropping Sora and the bag from his neck on to the floor.
And with one last kiss, Sora disappeared in the house, and Riku retreated back to his car.
/L-C-C\
Roxas slightly jumped, having been caught in an intense battle on his playstation fighting against that goddamned-vampire-whore-bitch in Devil May Cry 3, feeling a slight jingle and hearing the distinct, annoying, and needed-to-be-changed ring tone of something he didn't remember the name of when he downloaded it that sounded cool at first but now if you listen really closely sounds more like polka music. Anyway... He pressed pause and reached into his pocket, looking at the caller ID, and a smile instantly plastered his face.
"Axel?"
"Hey Roxie, how ya doin'?"
"I'm okay, how are you?"
There was a pause, "I-I'm alright. Hey can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, shoot." Roxas picked up the controller, and unpaused the game, hinting his incredible ability to multitask and beat a Vampire-Bitch with one hand.
"Yeah, uh...What kinda line of work is Sora into right now, do you know?"
Roxas' heart stopped.
He dropped the controller, watching as Dante was murdered beyond his control, and watching the game over sign take over the screen.
"W-why do you a-ask...?"
/L-C-C\
Another night, another poptart, and again, Sora sneaking out of the house and traveling down the avenue with a rather morbid expression on his face. He munched the poptart about halfway before throwing the rather disgusting thing at the nearest trash can and missing.
He really needed a new job...
Into the backdoor to Felicity's, Sora noticed a figure sitting at the vanity mirror at the end of the lockers. He instantly recognized who it was.
"Ziddy!"
His blond pigtails bounced with him as he stopped himself from powdering his cheeks to look up at the boy as he walked closer. Zidane was dressed in similar skimpy-clothes like Sora, but his attire resembled more of a cat, including the tail and black ears. The boy jumped up to meet Sora in a friendly hug in the middle of the room.
"Hi, Sora!"
"Ziddy, where have you been?" Sora said, releasing the shorter boy and playing his his fake black ear.
"I've been sick with the flu, I didn't mean to miss so much work." He laughed, batting Sora's hand from his costume.
Sora smiled, and gently patted him on the cheek, walking toward his locker with the younger boy following. Sora set up in front of his locker as Zidane sat down on the bench, and sighed.
Sora began to change, already in the middle of taking off his shirt when he noticed the younger boy's silence. "Something wrong?"
Zidane looked up at Sora for a moment, and then sighed again, "Garnet left me."
Sora stopped amidst putting his fishnet shirt on, and looked down at the younger boy in amazement. He tugged the last bit on and cradled the boy in his arms in sympathy, "I'm sorry, Ziddy...Are you alright?"
He nodded sadly, keeping his eyes on the floor and one hand holding the elder boy against him. "Y-yeah...I'll be alright. She just needed time to adjust; I-it was supposed to be a little break, that's all..."
Sora released the smaller boy, and smiled at him, returning to his locker to find his damned choker.
"She'll get over it. Garnet's a keeper, though...If I was straight, you'd be in trouble."
Ziddy laughed, keeping his seat on the bench as Sora changed into his leather skirt. He looked down at the younger boy and their eyes met. First Sora smiled, making Zidane smile as well.
"Wanna do my mascara so I don't stab myself in the eye?"
"Sure."
+Insert Coin To Continue?+
A/N: The "goddamned vampire whore bitch" was a quote from armenian-keyblade.
The ring tone sounding like polka music is actually my ring tone. it was SUPPOSED to be "You Spin Me Right Round" buuuut...its just didn't turn out that way. Which was a little sad to me, but...yeah.
And this chapter took a looooooooong loooooooooooooooooooong loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time to write...cuuuuuz I kept getting writer's block in the middle of it. and I've been sick. Now, okay, take this situation. Say you have an incredible immune system and suddenly you get sick, stuffy nose, a few sneezes here and there, and the BEST DAY EVER, or Halloween, when you think you have the bestest costume out of all the ones you have had before and JUST when you get your braces off you can wear VAMPIRE TEETH...
You throw up that morning.
I had a good two-year record of not-throwing up, and it was a good run, but ever since Tuesday it's been stomach aches, nausea and dizziness...ON HALLOWEEN.
Now, I don't know about anyone else, but that would really piss me off. Oh, and traumatize me, too. Throwing up is the WOOOOOOORST feeling I have ever had in my entire life and just...I don't want to talk about it anymore.
If you read all that, I love you and you honestly care. or are just THAT bored.
Why doncha tell me and R+R?
"Being a Gangster is HELLA tight."