Cassie's Smut Fanfictions

Black Leather

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 16:46:55 GMT

Limo driver!Riku and Business man!Sora.
Good old smut for a friend of mine, Bubbleheadz.
Rated M for a reason.

    The brunet sighed, walking at a fierce pace as he made his way out of the office building. Two men in black followed him at his side, and Sora handed them a bookcase that was clenched in his right hand. The man took it and walked forward, opening the glass doors so he could walk out. Loosening his tie, Sora stopped at the curb, looking around the darkened city.

    "Did you send for a limo, Zex?" The man on his other side looked over, taking his sunglasses off and tucking them in his pocket. Clearing his throat, he replied;

    "Yes, I did. It's a new company, Destiny's Limousines, or something." He flipped his purple hair to the side to get his locks from his eyes. Looking over to redheaded man holding the brief case, he smirked. "Roxas' uncle owns the company. I believe we can trust them." Sora nodded, looking over to Axel.

    "Really? Cid? I'm impressed a bartender could open a shop like that." The brunet said, surprised. Axel shrugged, throwing the case over his shoulder as he looked up.

    "Guess he was trying to do somethin' with his life. I don't know," Axel paused, looking down the street, seeing the bright headlights. "But your ride's here, Mister Tsukio. have a good night." Sora waved his hand, rolling his eyes as the driver pulled up in front of the office building, walking on the other side of the car in order to open the door for his customer.

    "Yeah, yeah. Shut up Axel. You've know me for years." He thanked the driver as he walked to the door, putting one foot into the limo before turning his head. "Make sure that case gets to Leon. I want my report in by tomorrow if you can't drop it off tonight." Axel smiled, bowing his head shortly before looking back up with devilish eyes.

    "Of course, Mister Tsukio. Pleasure doing business with you." Sora rolled his eyes once more and climbed all the way in, thanking his driver once more before relaxing on the black leather.

    Leaning back while undoing his tie, he slipped out of his jacket and closed his eyes, enjoying the heated seats. Twilight Town was soon to be hit with winter, fall was coming to an end, and he was glad he could sit in a warm car ride home. He looked up to see his driver climb into the car up front, fixing his mirror before connecting eyes with Sora in his reflection. All Sora could see was white-looking bangs covered in a black drivers hat, and mesmerizing aquamarine eyes that looked quite devilish.

    "Do you know the way?" Sora questioned, looking down to set his tie into the pile of his overcoat. The car started to move, pulling out from in front of the building and calmly going forward.

    "Yes, Mister Tsukio," The driver said, his silky voice making Sora relax a little. "Eight Sixteen East Radiant Boulevard, correct?" He inquired, the brown haired man nodding before leaning his head back. He leaned further back into his seat, closing his eyes as he let the gentle feeling of the car moving lull him into a silence.

    He had been on edge today. A big corporate meeting with a few of his affiliates, discussing some small money problems in their latest project. Sora completely waved off the subject, immediately agreeing he would pay half the expenses if the other few company would split the rest. After that he tuned out most of the meeting, spacing out about Luxord as he completed paperwork.

    He sighed, leaning his head against the rest that was there, melting into the heated leather seats. Sora had been having dreams lately, naughty dreams. He hadn't been touched in ages, ever since Luxord left him for -What was his name? Xigbar? Rolling his eyes at the thought, he squirmed slightly, then chose to look out the window before letting his mind wonder to bad thoughts that just may get him too steamed up, while he had more than an hour drive to get back to his suite on the other side of town, out in the country.

    Lights flashed as he stared into he darkness of the night. Street and headlights brightening up the car for a moment before passing through and disappearing into the blackness. He looked up, seeing his driver focused on the road. He wished he could see the man’s face, before he was bowing his head with his hat hiding his features. Another sigh escaped his lips as he closed his ocean eyes once more.

    “Difficult day?” The driver’s smooth voice asked. Sora half heartedly chuckled, letting his fingers run through his brown spikes before leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

    “Terribly dull.” The man deadpanned, looking at his feet while he tapped them. He was half tempted to roll up the black tinted and sound proof window between him and his driver and completely screw off to rid himself from the thoughts and stop his squirming. He dismissed the thought but the temptation still lingered.

    “Sounds tough,” The driver said, a smile to his voice. Sora huffed, closing his eyes again. “You must be one big business guy.”

    “Eh, it’s what it is,” He replied sleepily, yawning a bit before snuggling into the seats. “Hey, can you wake me up when we’re there?” Sora asked groggily, a sudden wave of heaviness falling over him.

    “Of course,” The driver said. Sora allowed himself look forward as the driver said this, and saw as the man looked over his shoulder, exposing his face to smile and reply. Oh god, his eyes. Sora caught the moan in his throat as the man smiled, then looking back to the road. Sora wanted to see him again, let the driver fuel his imagination for when he got home, under his covers, naked, moaning and withering as he pictured his limo driver torturing his body sweetly, teasing himself and throwing his head back.

    The way his limo driver would bob his head, up and down on his leaking erection, swirling his tongue at the tip and swallowing him all the way back down to the base. Sora would thread his fingers through that silky white hair, trusting into the warmth. And then, fingers prodding at his entrance that were long and nimble, able to go deep, deep inside and tease his sweet spot over and over until Sora screamed his was going to climax, before the fingers were quickly removed to save the sensation.

    The feeling of the man raking his body with ecstasy before positing his own length at Sora’s mouth, tall enough to leaning his head down and lick his pucker entrance and pump him. Sora would press into the tongue that teased him, gentle moving his hips in time with the man’s strokes while he lustily sucked on his driver’s erection as if it were his favorite popsicle flavor.

    It would’ve been so hot to look up, seeing lusty viridian eyes hungrily staring down at him as he pet Sora’s throbbing length, slowly pressing his need into his hole. Sora would arch his back and gasp when he was filled to the hilt, and then fucked so hungrily into the sheets he was twisting and kneading with his hands as pleasurable lightning struck through his body.

    He would lean up and attach his mouth onto the mans, and he would kiss like a porn star, tongues dancing in a starving dance of lust and need and want. They would be sweating and the succulent sound of skin slapping skin would only further heat their moment. Sora would be continued to be fucked, while his pleading need would be stroked, and Sora would be pouring his months of sexual tension into the kiss, speeding up the process until they climaxed, the driver spilling his seed deep into the brunet.

    A few more thrusts to further their afterglow, and he would pull out, slowly until he was only slightly in, the tip kissing his sticky entrance. The limo driver would then trust in hard, harder than all the other times, in and out, in and out, dragging his fingers around the entrance, stopping his trusting and teasing the brunet as he slipped in a finger or two while Sora pumped himself, so utterly turned on again his head would be spinning.

    Then the man would pull out completely, leaning down as his fingers teasing his entrance and he would lick up his juices, moaning and humming to send the brunet crying for more and he would look up and whisper in such a seductive tone-

    “Mister Tsukio, we’re about five minutes from your home,” Sora’s head shot up, realizing he was sleeping, his back to the seat. He rubbed his eyes, looking to the window to see nothing but black. He looked up to the driver, seeing nothing had changed expect a bottle of coke was now in his cup holder. “We’re a few minutes behind, I’m sorry. The gas was running low.” Sora shook his head, not certain if the driver could see him or not.

    “No, no, that’s fine,” He said, unaware at how husky and deep his voice was. As the brunet sat up he groaned, feeling his hard on. Rolling his eyes, he leaned down to the floor to try and find his disguarded overcoat and tie. He was unaware of the eyes watching him from the mirror.

    When he sat back up, leaning his lean against the cool glass of the window, he saw the lights from his mansion, seeing the driveway as they pulled into it. The driver pulled up a little away from the door, more to the side of the sidewalk. Flipping out his cell phone, Sora discovered it was close to midnight, nearly no one to be seen. The driver unlocked the car, climbing out of the vehicle with the engine continued to softly purr. Sora tightening his grip on his jacket and tie, looking down at his feet until the car door opened. Looking up, he granted his driver a great grin, then wearily stepped out of the car. His driver gave him an odd smirk with a glisten in aquamarine eyes, and Sora was off into his house, preparing himself for a very pleasurable night of hot, steamy imagination sex.

- -
    Day after day would the mysterious limo driver take him to his needed destinations around the city. Every night, while Sora was being driven home from the city to his extravagant mansion out in the country area, he would fall asleep in the darkness of the back seat, lulled by the quiet purr of the limousine. He did enjoy the small talk with his driver, memorizing the voice to fuel his imagination when he stepped into his bedroom, lights off, clothes disguarded, flesh hot.

    He paid special attention to the fingers of the man, nimble and pale, long and used for most likely playing the piano. The man's face was simply gorgeous, long and narrow with long silver-like hair that he usually kept up in his hat, but rarely down in a pony tail of completely loose. Sora learned that his mysterious driver did, in fact, play several instruments. Which ones, though, were left unsaid. He liked to hear about Sora's day, claiming his own, when asked about, was nothing half exciting as the other's. And Sora's days were usually pretty dull.

    Every time the brunet's imagination would drift to what exactly it would feel like to have his body ravaged by his driver, screaming his unknown name like a slut would when being fucked real good. He knew, by the man's height, his broad shoulders, his devious smirk, that kissing him would send fire works off in his mouth, he would pant by just seeing that miraculous body half naked, running his hands over the several muscles of his pale chest.

    Those gorgeous aquamarine eyes would stare at him so hungrily, making Sora scream and scream again until finally, after a few rounds, they'd be panting, completely spent, unable to move. And it would be so hot the next day, Sora would leave work early and spend all day in bed, being tortured until he wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week. The man would kiss him sweetly and whisper dirty things about the next time they would meet, and Sora would get worked up again, the driver having no choice but to help him again and again with his hormones.

    "Mister Tsukio," He snapped out of his dream yet again, looking forward to see the driver's back turned to him, the lights of Sora's house in the distance. "We're almost there." His voice soundly slightly husky and edgy, but the brunet assumed him to be tired. As they pulled into the driveway, Sora gathered his tie, jacket, and shoes, buttoning up his shirt somewhat. The car parked, the roar of the engine being turned off. His driver got out, slamming his door shut and walking around the limo to Sora's door. Sora yawned as his door opening, looking up to see his driver's mysterious face with glowing aquamarine orbs.

    He turned, sticking one foot out the door before feeling hands at his torso, pushing him further back into the car. Before knew it, his handsome driver was on top of him, closing the door and locking it. Sora felt his breath get caught in his throat as he stared into those hungry aquamarine eyes, feeling hands dance around his chest.

    “You’re quite the moaner in your sleep,” Said the driver huskily, letting his lips fall onto the brunet’s neck, undoing the buttons to Sora’s shirt. “It was so hard to drive with you screaming like a whore in my back seat.” Sora was sure his face was screaming with red, cerulean eyes wide as he watched long, nimble fingers sliding themselves into his white work shirt, warm flesh running around his nipples. He moaned quietly, squeezing his eyes shut as the driver pressed his knee into Sora’s growing length.

    He heard a chuckle as he pressed harder into Sora’s groin, and the brunet couldn’t believe his dreams were becoming reality. The younger man couldn’t help but arch his back as his driver attacked his luscious neck with his teeth, nipping and biting. His mouth was agape, letting this man he didn’t even know masterly change his body into a pile of pent-up lust.

    “Name,” Sora gasped out, kneading the man’s muscular shoulders as tingles were sent down his legs. He felt a hand grab him through the cloth of his pants and boxers, massaging his aching member as the driver pulled his lips from the now marked neck. Pausing all of his administrations, he curiously looked up. Sora was panting heavily, so worked up he needed something to scream. “A name, please,” Sora whispered, voice heavy with need. The man smirked, giving Sora’s bulge another good squeeze before replying.

    “Riku,” He whispered, a sparkle in his eyes as Sora looked down, a bit of drool at the corner of his pink, pleading lips. “The names Riku Kawaki.” The driver answered. Sora leaned up, grabbing the man on either side of his face.

    “Well then, Mister Riku Kawaki. Would you like to be so kind as to relieve me of this problem that you caused?” The brunet asked, pushing his obvious need into the man's thigh to show exactly what he was talking about, leaning his lips forward as his eyes narrowed. The man smirked, connecting their lips for the first time in a fiery kiss.

    “With pleasure,” He panted after they broke, only to reconnect a few split seconds after. Hands roaming, bodies heating, tongues clashing. It was everything Sora imagined and more, the feelings so over whelming. He couldn't believe how hot is was when his pants were slipped down, disguarded completely on the floor of the car. The lingering heat of the back seats massaged his back as he lay down completely, hands tightly treaded in the gorgeous, smooth and silky silver hair of Riku's, the man attacking his leaking need with his hot, wet mouth. Sora cried in want as fingers were pushed into him, his tongue adding a wetness to aid his appendages.

    The brunet moaned, letting his throat release any moan, scream or pant his vocal cords could muster. One hand teasing his length, the other ravaging his entrance, his mouth going back and forth from both places. Sora's toes curled, trying not to scream and release. Finally Riku stopped, smirking as he wiped his mouth, leaning down to capture Sora's lips in a fierce kiss.

    Sora would be left breathless as that hard, long heat entered him, ripping his body in two with a pleasure so indescribable it was painful to think about. Sora screamed and screamed, happy he had no neighbors, only miles of woods surrounding him. Sora completely surrendered his body, pushing back against the aching cock inside him, pushing in and out, thrusting so hard, so violently it left him breathless, but certainly not speechless.

    The brunet would scream loudly every time his sweet spot was hit dead-on, sending stars into his vision as he licked the sweat cascading down his driver's temples. Lips would fight hungrily, wanting this release for so long, and soon after it was achieved, the shock waves of pleasure making their bodies speed up onto to slow down seconds after riding out on the feeling as they panted in unison. Riku leaned down, kissing the brunet man again, but this time not as hungrily, but more sweet and passionate.

    Sora tried catching his breath, watching as the man sat up, recollecting his garments and slipping his pants on. Sora did the same, both men exiting the limo with nothing but their pants, the rest of their clothes balled up in their hands. Riku closed the door, looking down to Sora. He threaded his hand behind the man's head, leaning down to kiss him passionately once more before whispering his goodbye.

    Sora smirked as he watched the limousine pull out of the driveway, knowing very well who he was going to ask for tomorrow on his way to work. Turning around and walking into his large house, he locked the door behind him, not being able to take the smile off his face.

- -

    “So, as you can see, if we smartly invest twenty three percent into...” Sora sighed, his eyes heavy as he weaved in and out of the presentation. He shifted uncomfortably in the leather chair, his bottom hurting him after sitting so long, and this meeting had only just started. He looked over to see Axel smirking at him, a devilish look in his green eyes.

    “What?” The brunet bit, narrowing his eyes as redhead chuckled softly, threading his fingers together as his elbows resting on the glass table.

    “You look quite... tired.” The redhead said amusedly, leaning back in his chair and quirking a brow at his friend. “And you’ve been taking a lot more limos lately... always requesting that Riku guy.” Sora looked away, hiding his blush as he looked to the glass door.

    "Just up late doing assignments and such, you know... my job." The redhead quirked a brow, as if to say 'uh-huh,' sarcastically and looked away, trying to pay attention to the presentation.

    After a short moment, a skinny little blonde secretary appeared in front of the entrance and knocked, walking through the door. Everyone looked up as she held a bouquet of flowers to Sora. The brunet hesitantly took it, mumbling a thank you, and looked down at the tag that held from the beautiful selection of flowers.

    “Saw their beauty and thought of you,” it read. Sora groaned, a fierce blush sweeping his face as he collapsed into his arms. Axel merely laughed as the rest of the meeting continued, Sora thinking up ways to torture his boyfriend for embarrassing him in front of his clients like that, not even paying attention to the meeting or presentation that could possibly save his money.

    He would have fun with this, oh yes.

A Longing Feeling

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 00:42:26 GMT

A Non-Graphic sorta-drabble-thing.
RikuSora paired, KH2 - related. Rated M.
Sort of angsty, has not been beta-ed.

"Ah, man! I'm pooped!" He smiled, cerulean eyes shinning as he sat down on the bench. Donald and Goofy laughed, calling him lazy. The brunet pouted, but he couldn't help the playfulness in his eyes. Looking around, he noticed it was getting late. "It's getting dark. You think Merlin will let us stay the night?" The duck and the dog nodded, smiling. Sora stood, brushing the dirt off his giant pants. "Let's go then!"

   The two allies followed the cheery brunet as they walked down the street. Radiant Garden was beautiful at night, but kind of creepy with no one else walking the streets. When they reached Merlin's, their friends welcomed them with open arms, except for Cloud and Leon. They shrugged and disappeared for the night. Sora excused himself, claiming he was very tired, and went to his guest room, the others smiling while wishing him a goodnight.

   The brunet sighed as he closed the door behind him. He walked to the dresser that was in there, searching through it until he found the spare pajama's he had brought in case they ever stayed the night, which actually happens frequently. The gummi ship only has two beds, and he feels bad making Goofy and Donald sleep together.

   After slipping into his sleeping clothes, Sora dove under the covers. Laying on his stomach, he watched the stars out through the window above his bed, smiling at the sparkling worlds. His eyes became drowsy as he rolled over onto his back, then staring at the ceiling. Thoughts swamped his mind instantly, his heart starting to beat erratically as nothing but Riku could fill his mind.

   Riku’s smile, Riku’s voice, Riku’s touch. Innocent hugs Sora wished meant so much more, and his heart ached as his mind wondered, thoughts regular sixteen year old boys shouldn’t be thinking. His sleeping shorts got too tight and he moaned a barely audible moan as he let his hands slither under the blanket, finding themselves under more than one layer of cloth.

   Skin on skin, it was turning out to be such a hot night as he pleasured himself, moving his hands up and down and feel his flesh under his palm throb and moan and just long for release, long for Riku. And it was so sweet as he continued his ministrations, eyes squeezed closed, not daring to open them and let his eyes see the darkness that surrounded him.

   But he jumped when he heard that sound - that quiet sound of footsteps, and his eyes open and he looked up to see a figure wearing a long black coat, and immediately - Organization Thirteen - popped into his head until the body was on top of him, and he couldn’t move because he was too slow, and his aching need pulsed under the covers, and he almost screamed when that gloved hand slithered under the covers, under his shorts, and moved so painstakingly slow. And he couldn’t help but let his eyes roll to the back of his head and there- when his eyes were closed - he saw silver hair, and his throat clamped shut as such sweet, soft lips met his own.

   And this feeling deep inside told him to keep his eyes closed, his heart swelling as his hips bucked into that gloved hand and it was Riku, Riku was there and he couldn’t be dreaming. And Sora felt himself almost cry as he held onto the body closer, smelling that scent of the ocean and Riku was here, right here. With Sora. And the brunet moaned his name, so quietly, so softly. His hips were thrusting as that hand moved and squeezed and teased and Sora was loving every moment, every single dammed moment.

   And he could tell Riku had aged, his jaw so much finer, his hair so much longer, and him, over all, so much more gorgeous. And Sora bit down on his shoulder and he came, so sweet as the boy who smelled of the ocean stroking him lovingly, and Sora tilted his head up and those lips met his again, and he knew the feeling would return soon, such a longing feeling that he hated, but loved, because it was for Riku.

   His eyes were so drowsy, and he tried, really, he did, to stay up and talk to his best friend but the afterglow was too strong and the feeling - the warming, comfortable, loving feeling - of being held was so captivating and oh gods he couldn’t keep himself from falling into a light slumber. With the last feeling of lips on his own, blackness took him, and the image of the seventeen year old silveret with that black blind fold and long black coat faded.

   And oh how he wish he could’ve seen those eyes....

   Riku sat there, holding the boy after he cleaned him up, his heart yearning for another kiss, another touch, and he bowed his head in shame. “I’m so stupid,” He muttered to himself in a voice that wasn’t his own, from a body that wasn’t his. He looked back down to the sleeping teen in his arms and smiled, kissing him lightly on the forehead.

   “Y’know, you could just... tell him the truth,” said a voice in the corner. Riku looked up, seeing the short mouse figure walk out of a dark portal. “He’d still accept you, Riku.”

   “Yeah,” Riku whispered, looking back to the boy who he would always watch from the shadows, no matter where the small brunet ventured. “But I don’t think I deserve that.”

Tops

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 00:28:02 GMT

A smutty oneshot I wrote to make Katraa suffer.
It's a SoraRiku, M rated fanfic.
Sora tops. Enough said.

Tops

   "Axel, when I say I want to get Sora an anniversary present, I meant something that's special and shows I love him, not a... whatever this is..." A good hearty laughter came from said redhead as Riku made a disgusted face, studying the rather gross looking object in the box. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was, only that he didn’t want to know. The older man plucked it right out of the other’s pale nimble fingers, and held it up to his face with great satisfaction.

   “Riku, this is a great present! Look, you press that there button, and it starts to vibrate, if you press it again, it twirls around, and if you press it a third time, it-” Riku put his hand over Axel’s mouth, looking thoroughly grossed out.

   “Sorry, Ax, we're not kinky like you and Roxas, okay? Can you just help me find a good anniversary present for Sora? C'mon, I'm planning on proposing, I don't want to get him a sex toy and then say, 'Oh, by the way, will you marry me?' That just wouldn't work." Axel sighed, rolling his eyes as he set the item back onto the self, and continued to walk down the isles of The Moogle's Fun and Fantasy shop, with his best friend.

   "Then tell me, Riku, why we are in a sex shop if you're not planning on buying any sex toys?" Axel asked, dragging his feet behind him as his friend looked up and down each isle. Thy had been all over town, all over the mall, all over everywhere since ten in the morning. It's now... Axel glanced at his watch, throwing his head back and moaned in aggravation. Quarter to seven in the evening.

   Riku was such a procrastinator, and Axel was the one who had to suffer the consequences, it was so unfair! Two months ago was Riku's notice to when his and Sora's anniversary date was, and he waits until the day prior to start looking for gifts. Of course, Riku had been freaking out about buying an engagement ring, but that didn't happen until earlier today...

   "Well, Axel, um..." Riku groaned, flailing his arms into the air. "Axe... I don't know what to do for him! God, I love him so much it's just... I don't know what to do for him..." He looked back to his friend, and saw the scariest smirk in the face of existence.

   "Do what I did for Roxy on his birthday last September." Axel proposed. The silveret quirked a brow.

   "And that would be...?"

   "Let 'em top." He immediately flushed red, hiding his face as he started to walk faster down the isle. Axel laughed as they continued to walk, amused at his friend's embarrassment. The subject was dropped, never to be brought up again.

   The silveret stopped unexpectedly, and Axel promptly bumped into him. "Um..."

   "Riku, jeez you could warn a-" The redhead stopped, following his friend's trail of vision and smirked, putting his hands on his hips. "Well, well, well, I think we found your anniversary present, Riku..."

.x.X.x.X.x

   Laughter fluttered through the empty two story house as the couple walked in, front door closing as Riku took off Sora's jacket for him. The burnet gave him a genuine smile, kissing him on the cheek as a silent thank you for his gift. Sora had surprised him with a bouquet of red roses and paying for the dinner, and Riku couldn't help but smile as he filled a vase with water and placing the flowering into the glass urn.

   "Dinner was amazing tonight! I couldn't believe how mouth watering that fudge cake was! I could've died then. Cloud is magical in the kitchen." Riku had to push the thought of Cloud in nothing but an apron with Leon and, oh god, mental images go away, go away ew, ew, ew... The silveret smiled, despite the gross mental image, and gave Sora quick kiss before retiring to the bedroom.

   Quickly, he got to their closet, and he pulled out a hanger with a big cover of plastic over it, with a piece of paper taped onto it. Riku carried the hanger into the bathroom, putting it onto the hook at the back of the door. He then dug into his pocket, taking out a small velvet case, opening it. He couldn't help that smile crossing his lips or the grip at his heart as it fluttered.

   "Riku-?" The silveret's eyes snapped open as he shut the box, hiding it behind his back. The brunet appeared at the door, smiling when he found what he was looking for. "Hey, babe, can I use the bathroom?" The silveret smiled, allowing the brunet to walk in as he walked out, shutting the door behind him.

   Riku sprung into action, practically ripping off his tux. He threw his clothes into the hamper, then took the small, velvet box and hid it in the drawer of their night stand. He sighed, not being able to control his hands starting to shake. He knew what Sora goes through in the morning after their activities. He knows the limping and the pain, and oh god he was terrified of all of this going wrong.

   He knew the present he bought for Sora seemed kind of... um, well, it was extremely perverted, to say the least. Riku almost got a nose bleed in the middle of isle as he picture Sora in it, and he had to put all effort to not picture Sora slowly sliding into it now...

   "Dammit, Riku, pay attention!" He commanded himself, trying to calm down his own nerves. "You can do this..." He whispered to himself. "You can-"

   His head snapped to the bathroom door as it slowly opened, revealing a very red, and an extremely sexy Sora. The brunet was dressed head to toe, in a maid's outfit that was unsurprisingly... tight fitting. It was black and white, decorated with multiple frills and ribbons, complete with fish-net tights and sexy black high heels. His innocent blue eyes and red blush completed the look, and Riku suddenly felt like a pedophile, for how young and naive the brunet looked right about then.

   "You... you..." he was a such a loss for words. Sora smiled, walking up to Riku, almost expertly, in those high heels. All questions were dismissed as his boyfriend wrapped his arms around his bare shoulders, bare skin on bare skin. The silveret moaned as he leaned down, gazing into those ocean eyes he could get lost into. Their bodies were right up against each other, and it was becoming really hard to breath as the ribbons and silky frills were tickling his pale skin. Sora moaned, and Riku's breath hitched, not being able to control himself any longer.

   Sora was tackled to the bed, and covered in open mouthed kisses all over his face. Heated flesh under his thin, puckered lips. Riku couldn't help himself as he attacked the brunet's rosebud mouth, tongues clashing instantly in a fierce kiss. Hands started to roam over the black and white outfit, skimming up and down toned legs that were dressed in black fish nets. He could feel Sora's clothed bulge rubbing against his, clothed in nothing but a pair of boxers.

   Sora gasped, feeling Riku's hot tongue on his ear lobe, nibbling slightly, rocking his hips into the younger. The silveret breathing hotly into his ear, panting, mind racing. Was he actually going to go through with it? Have Sora pound him into the sheets? Give up his manhood, give up his pride? He closed his eyes, taking a small bite to the brunet's sensitive neck. Give Sora his body? Just like how Sora gave Riku his? Mewls escaped the blue-eyed beauty's peach lips, begging. Begging for more. Touch. Feel. Lick. Kiss. Something. Stop teasing. Stop teasing. He gave one last look down to the brunet, eyes slightly narrowed, panting. blushing. Sora was so beautiful. Such a beautiful boy.

   "I love you," Riku gasped, petting his precious boyfriend's plush cheek, smiling down at him. Sora moaned, turning into a withering pile of lust underneath the silveret. Riku leaned down, lips next to his tan ear, hand resting on the younger's knee. "Sora," Riku moaned into his ear, the smaller trying to catch his breath as the silveret's devilish hands traveled up his fish-netted thigh. "I want you to fuck me." Silence. Sora's eyes shot open, his blush never faltering, if not growing bigger. He stared at Riku, suddenly uncertain.

   "W-what?" He asked childishly, his face reddening. Riku leaned down, eyes intense, and kissed each cheek, narrowing his aquamarine orbs to slits.

   "I want you to fuck me," He repeated, hovering over the younger's slim frame. Sora gulped. And why was Riku telling him this? Wasn't the dinner and maid outfit enough? Now he wanted Sora to hurt him and do something he's never done before? "Sora," Riku whispered, kissing his temple. "We'll take it slow, we'll try something new. I know you want this. I want it too, so please," He begged, hands running themselves over the soft fabric of the skimpy dress.

   "R-riku, I-I-" He was at a loss for words, wanting to just be screwed into the sheets so badly, like his body craved, but curiosity was taking over him. He knew Riku wouldn't force him to do something he didn't want to do, but to top like that, to dominate the man he loved at least once - he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to let down an offer like that. "I-I don't want to hurt you, I-I've never done a-anything like this before..." He trailed off, trying to make up excuses. His breath kept leaping from normal to high as his breath continued to hitch.

   He felt the older man's erection grind into his, the only thing separating them was a few thin pieces of fabric. Sora gasped, bucking his hips up to meet his boyfriend's. "Ohh Sora," He groaned, rocking his hips perfectly with the small brunet. "You can hurt me, make me cry out your name as you ram into me, please." He whispered huskily, bringing his lips to the shell of Sora's ear. "I've been a bad boy, Sora..." He purred.

   "Uh, R-ri-kuu, I-I... I..." The silveret leaned back, smiling lovingly at his boyfriend. He couldn't help but pet his lover's plush cheek, staring into those flushed and lustful blue eyes. He leaned down, kissing his precious mate before sliding out of his boxers, and flipping their bodies, so Sora was on the top. The brunet squeaked as he pushed himself up from Riku's hard and toned chest, feeling the muscles under his palm and finger tips. "Mmh, R-riku, I really don't th-think-"

   "Shh, baby," The silveret purred, taking Sora's hands with his own. With his left, they entwined fingers, resting their hands to the side. But Riku took Sora's right hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth. He made sure his boyfriend was watching, and when he had the blue eyed beauty's attention, Riku slowly slide three of the tanned boy's fingers into his mouth, never losing eye contact. He sucked on the fingers, scraping his teeth over them, letting his tongue tease and lick them. Sora moaned, eyes narrowing as his boyfriend pulled the fingers out, and then pushed them back into his wet cavern. The brunet soon became addicted and stared pumping his fingers in and out on his own, Riku continuing to lick and suck and bite.

   When Riku figured Sora's two fingers were slick enough, he took the fingers out of his mouth, earning a soft groan from Sora. As he held the brunet's hand, he guided the slicked fingers down, down, down. Sora's eyes were screwed shut as he allowed his love to control him, moving his hand down past Riku's hardened length, his sac, and to his puckered entrance. Sora whimpered as his index finger was inserted through the tight ring of muscle. He was so scared of hurting Riku, and he wouldn't be able to tolerate it if he did.

   Slowly, his finger was pushed in and out of the older man. Sora moaned as he felt the tightness around his finger, imagining it around... other places. Before he knew it, a second finger was being pushed through to meet the first one. Riku encouraged Sora to do it on his own now, and the brunet started to mimic the times when Riku stretched Sora out. He scissored the silveret, starting to get used to the feeling of being on top. The silveret moaned as Sora added the third finger all on his own, trying to get the brunet to go faster with his pumping. He rocked with the fingers, whispering dirty things as Sora’s breath hitched, trying to suck in a deep breath.

   Before he knew it, Sora was forced to lean up on his knees as Riku pushed him upward. Sora looked down as his wet fingers, and saw Riku blowing cold air on them. Blue eyes narrowed as a sexy moan escaped his rosebud mouth. His fish net tights were being dragged down, revealing black silk panties. Riku snickered to himself, but leaned forward, licking the bulge under the black silk fabric. The brunet immediately bucked, as Riku forced his wet mouth over the bulge. He licked and kissed it, feeling it grow harder under his lips.

   The elder hooked his fingers trough the bikini styled silk panties, ever so slowly dragging them down. Sora whined, holding onto Riku's broad shoulders to keep him from falling over on the bed. The silk fabric fell to the younger's knees, and instantly there was a hot, wet mouth over his hard on. Sora nearly screamed. He looked down, becoming even more turned on as he watched the love of his life suck him off, slowly dragging the hardened length in and out of his mouth. Riku made sure to coat the erection with lots of saliva, for they would use that as lubrication.

   Soon after Riku started sucking he dragged the erection out of his mouth, causing his love to whine loudly. The elder smirked, making the brunet sit down on his bottom, so Sora was sitting in between Riku's legs. They kissed, the brunet eagerly rubbing himself against Riku. The silveret smirked into the kiss as saliva was shared, their tongues dancing together.

   "C'mon baby," Riku whispered huskily, stroking the brunet's erection with one hand and is cheek with the other. "Fuck me into the sheets. Claim me, wholly." He purred. Sora groaned, feeling his member be guided down, down, down, until his tip was caressing the silveret's puckered entrance. He was pushed in, half by Riku's power, half by his. His love was helping him every inch of the way, only making a few soft gasps until the brunet was to the hilt. He couldn't tell by his loves expression if he was in pain or pleasure.

   Just then, Riku fell back, hitting the mattress and panting. He lifted his hips slightly, gently moving so Sora would start to move. The brunet couldn't speak, and barely move. The feeling was simply blissful, such tightness around his hardened length. And there he was, inside his beloved, fully, wholly.

   "C-claim me, Sora," Riku gasped, still urging the brunet to move. Sora nodded slightly and he leaned forward, keeping his body up by his hands on their bed. Slowly, so agonizingly slow, did Sora pull out. His lover gasped - and he wasn't sure if he could continue or stop - until Riku pushed up against him. Sora's blush never faltered as he slowly pushed back in, Riku humming in approval as he pulled out again, and then faster in.

   They were creating a beautiful symphony, fast in, slow out. Hard in, gentle out. Hard and slow, beautiful, simply beautiful. Riku was fondling himself as he was pummeled into the sheets, not believing the amazing feeling his love was so eagerly giving him. And then- oh god - he couldn't believe it, Sora slammed into him, at this spot that made his body shake. It was like the butterflies in his stomach, only exploding, and running through his veins like molten liquid. He didn't even realize he screamed until it happened again, and then again.

   The brunet leaned in, licking the shell of Riku's ear. They were enjoying themselves. They were really enjoying their positions for the night - who knew switching it up a little would be so pleasurable? Neither of them lasted long as Sora kept his pace. Riku came, making his muscles constrict and tightening around the brunet, making him explode into his love. They screamed harmonically, holding onto each other. It was so beautiful.

   They then lay there, panting side by side, the covers over their cold yet sweating bodies, Riku's arms draped over the smaller boy protectively. He smiled, kissing Sora as on of his hands searched for the object in the drawer. He pulled it out, staring into Sora's haze-filled eyes.

   "Sora," He whispered huskily. "I love you so much, I don't think you'd ever know." Sora smiled, opening his mouth to tell Riku he loved him too, but was silenced when the velvet box was presented to him. His eyes suddenly went wide, not noticing the instant tears gathering. "Sora... will you honor me with your hand in marriage?" His voice was so sweet, so desperate, so needing of the light to his darkness.

   "I-I..." The brunet was stumbling over his words, tears cascading down his cheeks. His hands became shaky, much as Riku's. Those aquamarine eyes were watching him, and with one look, he broke. "Yes!" He exclaimed, tackling the man with the sweetest and most protective embrace Riku had ever experienced. He gripped hard, sobbing into the silveret's neck as sensual kisses were placed on his head. "I love you Riku, I love you," He whispered over and over as sweet nothings were purred into his ear.

   He'd have to thank Axel sooner or later, Riku noted mentally. And give him a swift kick in the ass for not telling him to bottom sooner.

   But the silveret doubted he would be able to even walk for a while, so he'd make Sora do it.

Saturday Night

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 21:41:02 GMT

This was for a contest on FanFiction.net,
hosted by the ever fabulous kira-chan.
And, because I am a lazy ass, it was very late, I apologize hunny.
Must include: Computer mouse, shower curtains, pair of socks.

RikuSora paired, Rated M, Lemon Flavored

Sora was minding his own business - really, typing away on his computer. He wasn't doing anything bad, naughty, or disrupting. He was being a good little internet geek, messaging back and forth online, clicking the computer mouse repeatedly every three seconds, fingers dancing across the keyboard at an amazing pace. His blue eyes glued to the screen, a small smile on his lips, a giggle or two, and the little fourteen year old brunet was happy, tucked away in his messy room, up the stairs and away from his social life.

Little did he know there was someone prowling around the house, planning his demise.

Roxas, Sora's brother, was visiting Axel's family a half hour away over in Twilight Town. The poor blond was being eaten alive by Axel's ogling parents. Sora felt for his twin brother, really. He was texting him on Yahoo Instant Messenger, secretly snickering away at his brother's pain. He leaned down, itching his foot through his sock, wrinkling his nose at the floor creaking outside his bedroom door.

His head immediately turned. The floor only creaked when weight was applied to it. There was someone on the other side of his door. Sora bit his bottom lip, convincing himself it was just an old house, and the wind was pretty devilish at times. Yeah, it was the wind. Old house. No ones here while he's home alone. He felt himself start to sweat. He leaned over, taking his pair of socks from his feet, and threw them to the other side of his messy room.

It was your normal Saturday night. Parents out, brother away, house to yourself. After another half hour, Sora was planning on going downstairs, popping some popcorn, turning on the TV, and watching the next two episodes of Heroes. Then, he’d go upstairs, take a nice, long hot shower, and go to sleep. It would be the perfect evening. No disruptions, no faults, just plain old leisure time. Honestly, what could go wrong?

Another creek outside his bedroom door, and the brunet was starting to panic. Old house, it’s an old house. And it’s windy outside! Sora, stop freaking out! He couldn’t brush the thought out of his mind. He bit his bottom lip again, grip tightening on the computer mouse in his hand as his palms started to sweat. He closed his eyes tight, and he could have sworn the creaking got louder. Almost immediately, he jumped out of his computer chair and bolted for his private bathroom.

He slammed the oak door shut, back pressing against it. He clenched his chest through his shirt, feeling his heart pulsing. He had to swallow the lump of rust in his throat, eyes darting out wildly until the rested on the other door to he hallway. He froze. The creaking continued, his heart still beating rapidly. His eyes wide, almost bugging out of his head. Sweating, breathing huskily. He almost couldn’t take it.

That’s when it happened. The gold doorknob, a pretty little golden yellow doorknob, turned. Ever so slowly. It was turning! His mind screamed. It turning agonizingly slow. Just kept turning like there was no end. His mind was twirling, filled with fear. He was terrified. And then, suddenly, the little golden yellow doorknob stopped turning. And the pretty brown oak door cracked open just slightly.

Of course, it was only able to crack open just slightly because Sora pounced on the door, causing it to close, and he locked it. Then, his eyes darted out to the door he was just at, so far away from him. It wasn’t locked. His mind was urging him to run over and lock it, but his feet wouldn’t move. It was as if he was stuck to the door. Sweat was still running down his face, eyes still bugging out of his head.

Finally, his body let him take a couple steps. Only a few more… His sweetly hand reaching out. Four steps, three step… two…. So close.

He screamed when the door flung open, and weight pushed him down to the floor. He could’ve sworn he was crying, but he couldn’t really pay attention to what he was doing, more to as what he was thinking, or screaming for that matter.

There stood Riku, his beloved boyfriend Riku, or… his beloved friend Riku, a least. Friends since kindergarten when Riku beat up the bully that was picking on Sora in the sandbox. They had kissed and made out a few times, still not exactly sure what to call this thing they were. A couple? Not exactly. Friends? Defiantly no. And with this little stunt Riku just did, Sora wasn’t sure if he- wait, why was Riku locking the door?

“You ass! Do you know how scared I was?! I thought you-” He stopped, watching Riku with curiosity and he stood there, forehead pressed against the cool wood of the door. Sora pushed his body from the cold tile floor, still sitting. “Riku…?”

His friend finally pushed his body away from the bathroom door, and turned around. Cerulean eyes met slightly dark viridian. The brunet gulped. He knew that look.

“Sorry,” Riku spoke softly. “Axel spiked my drink while I was at his house,” A soft chuckle from those pretty lips. “He really got me thinkin’,” Riku bent down, knees hitting the tile of the floor, leaning into Sora. Without warning, his lanky pale arms wrapped around the small, innocent boy. “I’ve been an idiot.” His low voice whispered. Sora looked up curiously, wondering what the hell his best friend was talking about. With those eyes looking hungrily at him, he couldn’t help but blush.

“Ri-kumphff!” His voice was muffled as the older silveret pressed his perfect peach lips to the younger’s rosebud mouth. Sora wasn’t sure if he wanted to submit to the delicious kiss as their lips meshed together in perfect harmony, or push Riku away because he was angry for being scared. Before he could decide, Riku already took his mouth off of the younger’s. Without Sora’s approval, he felt a soft mewl of protest release from his throat. He quickly closed his mouth and knitted his brows together.

“I’ve been such an idiot…” Riku whispered again. Sora watched intensely, curious why Riku was acting like he did something terrible, and he finally realized it, and was now pleading for redemption. Cerulean met aquamarine, the brunet opened his mouth to speak, though no words came out. “Sora,” Riku whispered. “I love you.” Sora’s heart stopped. He stared at his friend, wide eyed. Riku said his drink was spiked. Just… how spiked, exactly? “And I know…” Riku started, taking a gasp of air and his narrowed eyes slid shut. “I know.. I… know you probably... Don’t return my feelings but…”

The silveret looked up, and Sora saw right into Riku’s eyes. Hurt. He was so hurt and desperate. Did he really mean this? Did he really mean it when he said he loved Sora?

“Riku, look-”

“Sora,” He said breathlessly. “I need you so badly, and I’ve been so god damned stubborn to admit it.” The brunet opened his mouth again to speak, but found he couldn’t. He was swarmed with emotions of happiness and confusion, and possibly couldn’t pinpoint the exact thing he felt for Riku, but knew it was equal to more affection than the silveret felt for him. Sora slowly thread his fingers in the older’s hair, pulling Riku’s lips onto his own and sparking a heated kiss for the both of them.

Riku pushed Sora back onto the floor, nipping at the younger’s pouting bottom lip. The brunet mewled and eagerly replied by opening his mouth, pushing his lips and hard as he could to Riku’s. The older moaned into Sora’s mouth, indulging his tongue in the sweet entrance of the brunet’s lips. He wrapped his arms tighter around the other’s slimmer body, raising his pale hand to rest in the back of his sweaty neck.

“Mm your sweaty, Sora,” Riku whispered huskily, eyes narrowed to slits as he amusedly watched the boy below him. Sora’s still flushed face twisted with a hint of lust as he allowed Riku to stand up, the silveret bringing him up with him. The brunet fell into Riku’s chest, mind suddenly hazy form all of his swarming thoughts. Riku loved him. Riku loved him. He wanted him, didn’t just want to toy with him. This was real.

Riku turned and grabbed the shower curtain and hastily pushed it aside. Before Sora knew it, he was roughly pushed against the tiles of the shower, the curtain concealing the two alone. Riku hurriedly stripped the two, while Sora was doing his best to catch his breath. He was having a hard time, everything that was going on, and everything that was going to happen. It was maddening. So maddened with his thoughts, he was too occupied to notice the god before him, completely naked, as was himself.

The silveret grabbed Sora’s growing erection, making him arch onto the wall as he cried out. Before he knew it, the water was running, lukewarm liquid cascading down his heated skin. Cerulean eyes fluttered shut, letting the older male completely control his slim tanned body. Riku smirked as the younger boy underneath him gave him utter control.

His grip tightened as he slowly pumped the brunet. Sora reacted almost instantly, the silveret not believing how vocal Sora had been, and curious to see how loud he could get. The brunet whimpered as more friction was added to his growing nee and he moaned louder, hot breath tickling the other's ear. The sensations, the pure bliss, Sora could barely handle not bucking back.

Riku smirked again as he looked down at his precious love interest, adoringly drinking up the moans and cries for more. Before long, Sora started to slowly rock his hips under the pouring water, trying to make Riku's hand faster, but he withdrew his hand before the burnet went too fast. Blue eyes flew open as he searched for aquamarine eyes, and before he could spot Riku, a hot cavern encased his hard on.

He bucked instantly, nearly screaming as fingers instinctively weaved themselves in silver hair. The younger bucked more, pumping himself in and out of his best friend's mouth as Riku teased his length with his devilish tongue and teeth. He was pushed even farther into the shower wall, his bare back pressing against cold tile, tepid water rolling down both of the males bodies. He continued to scream as Riku continued to tease, and even in Riku's time of need, he put away his begging, neglected length in order to please the boy he loved so much.

Two pale nimble fingers danced around on Sora's wet cheeks, the very tips digging themselves through the crevice. Sora shook with pleasure as the tips met his puckered entrance, and Riku increased his speed in order to preoccupy the brunet for what was to come.

The devilish fingers instantly jammed themselves into the hole, the brunet wincing as the slight pain but continued to scream from the ecstasy nonetheless. The silveret started to pump his fingers in and out gently, then picking up pace as the brunet's moans escalated, until one split second where lightening flashed through Sora's body, shaking it violently, and he screamed.

"Ri-riku! D-do... that... a-again...!" The silveret smirked around the leaking length in his mouth as he tried to find that spot again. After a few seconds of searching, he felt the brunet shake between him and the tile wall, screaming to the top of his lungs as he rocked in and out of the pale boys mouth. Riku aimed for that particular spot and continued to jam his fingers in over and over. Sora was making sounds the silveret couldn't get enough from, he was getting drunk off his moans and screams for more.

He was afraid the brunet would come too soon, so he took out his fingers and released the leaking erection form his hot mouth. Sora immediately moaned in protest, missing the addictive feeling. The younger boy squirmed under the silveret's hold as Riku greedily, like up the water on Sora's neck. He bit down, getting a moan from Sora. Watching the frail and sexy body twist and turn under him, Riku just could take it anymore. fuck self control.

He quickly positioned himself between Sora's spreading legs, using pre-cum and water as lubrication. The tip met the younger's puckered entrance, and with an encouraging moan to continue, Riku slowly pushed himself into the smaller, tanned body under him. The water turned too hot as he entered the tight, tight, hot, tight hole. Sora screamed, half loving the feeling, and half hating the feeling. his hands reached up to push Riku away, but he involuntarily pulled him closer into a bruising kiss. Riku used that as an invite to pull out.

He did, and pushed back in faster and harder than last time. Sora moaned, immediately getting drunk off the oddly pleasurable pain as he older boy pulled back out and pushed back in. He continued this process until he could go in to the hilt, but alas, his self control amounted to nothing, and he was being swallowed by amazing pleasures and the desire to ram into the small boy repeatedly. The ring of muscle around Riku's throbbing erection tightened as he pulled out, and suddenly he could handle it anymore. He slammed back into Sora, and he was greeted with a scream for more.

Thrusting in and out, he aimed for that sweet spot Sora was screaming about earlier, and ended up hitting it every time, loving the mewls and moans escalating form that rosebud mouth. The grip on hi dick became tighter as Riku advanced, and it was so hot, so tight, he just couldn't get enough. He slammed and thrusted and banged the boy he loved into the wet, tiled wall. He wasn't able to stop, it was much too alluring and amazing to stop. His mind rejoiced in the pleasures and let his body take complete control as he went faster and harder, to satisfy Sora's pleas of course.

It was so beautiful, the music they were creating as they screamed and moaned and thrusted their hips into one another. As Sora pumped himself, Riku leaned down and liked the juices running form the tip of his throbbing member, and Sora couldn't control it. He screamed, releasing into Riku's open mouth. His walls tightened even harder around Riku, and with one hard thrust, he exploded into the beautiful boy underneath him. Sora rode out his orgasm by stroking himself, with a little help from Riku as he slowly moved in and out of the boy during his afterglow.

The shower's rushing water gathered all evidence of their activities and drained them down into a black abyss. Sora and Riku panted, the silveret finally sliding himself out and their backs arched so perfectly together. The brunet immediately collapsed into the older boy's awaiting arms as he finished washing the both of them. He dragged their wet bodies from the bathroom, not worrying about the water mess, and climbed into bed. Riku cocooned their bodies with warm blankets, drying their wet bodies in the process.

He kissed Sora's temple, whispering his love for the boy, and was greeted with a clingy Sora that attacked his torso with his arms, snuggling up to him protectively. The viridian eyed boy smiled. He figured Riku was sober enough now to decide if he really loved the brunet. He whispered a "Love you more" as he yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

They could talk more about what was to come in the morning, but for now, they would sleep, and enjoy the peaceful humming of their bodies as the afterglow died down and lulled them into a quiet slumber.

The best Saturday night Sora ever had, that was for sure.

The Cat's Smirk

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 18:46:45 GMT

A cute Akuroku thing I wrote.
Contains smut, and is rated M.

It was at that exact moment, when he was standing there with a flushed face and confusing thoughts, that Roxas Tsukio decided he was in love. Not only was it to be a forbidden love, - what would the neighbors think, anyways? - But a love that would never have the honor of being revealed. After all, what would Axel Higurashi, this godly being of amazing looks and the most captivating eyes, think that Roxas, a little pint sized squirt, was crushing on him? Certainly nothing remarkable.

It’s not like he did it purposely. After all, one can’t exactly help when one falls in love. It just sort of… happens. Though most of the time the lovee's aren’t ashamed of the fact they are in love. Roxas was none of the sort. He was stubborn, stubborn as a mule, as they say, and there was no possible way he’d admit he was in love. At least out loud, he wouldn’t.

But what makes this whole situation even more weird, is how cliché it all is. Roxas was just minding his own business when he stumbled into the living room, and found none other than his own brother having his first awkward kiss with Riku. Roxas immediately flushed and made a disgusted face as Sora’s moans reached his ears. The couple seemed too worked up and enthralled with each other to notice poor Roxas being scarred for life as he slowly slipped out of the living room.

As he turned around to high-tail it out of there, he bumped into a tall and lanky figure, someone he had never seen before. He squeaked, kept the tint to his cheeks, and looked up. What he saw he would never forget.

A devilish smirk, almost cat-like, to suit his green pointed eyes that sparkled like diamonds. Two small, black upside down triangles were tattooed under his eyes, and a long pointed nose between the inked skin. Roxas gulped as he scrutinized the red hair on the man’s head, shooting and spiking up like fire. Long, nimble fingers squeezed the blonds shoulder and that cat-like smirk widened as he peered over the corner into the living room.

“Looks like wittle Sora and wittle Riku are adventuring on their first kiss, ne?” His low, sexy voice snickered. Roxas stared wide eyed at him, and new at that exact moment, he was in love. The man leaned back to look at the blond with distaste. “You okay, kid? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” The younger blinked a few times, and slowly nodded. His obliviousness was soon disguarded as sudden realization hit him.

“Who the hell are you and why are you in my house?” Roxas demanded, striking a womanly pose with his fists at his small hips. He tried his best to keep a disinterested face, but his curiosity to what this God was called took over him. He looked more like a five year old craving ice cream than an angry Roxas facing a stranger in his house. The redhead laughed quietly - trying not to reveal his position to Riku and Sora - and patted the kid’s spiky blond hair.

“You’re cute, kid. I like you,” He announced as if Roxas’ question meant nothing, and walked into the kitchen adjacent to the hallway they were in. Roxas dumbly followed, rejoicing to the simple pleasure of him being in the older boys presence. He quickly shook his head as the redhead took a seat at the kitchen table, flipping through, what appeared to be, a science book. The blond stomped his foot, aggravated.

“I asked you a question.” He demanded, crossing his arms this time to glare at the sexy man, who could only smirk.

“Yes, and I chose not to answer it. Got a problem with that?” He chuckled. The younger boy quivered from the sound of the music spilling from the other boys thin lips. And instantly Roxas was ogling at him, subconsciously giving him that I-want-to-have-your-babies look. The redhead waved it off and acted like he didn’t see it.

“I-um I mean I.. em… Yes!” He suddenly burst out, snapping out of his gaze. “Yes, I do have a major problem with it!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air. “You could be some rapist my brother let in because you asked to use the bathroom!” The smirk on the redheads face immediately turned serious, though his eyes looked more playful.

“If it’s you that would be my victim, I wouldn’t mind that occupation all too much,” He whispered in a low, husky voice. Roxas turned red, almost resembling the color of the older man’s hair. His mouth opened, and then closed, and repeated the process over for about thirty seconds, until he slowly backed out of the kitchen.

As he rounded the corner, he heard earthly laughter that sounded as if the angels played it, and heard the man call over, “I was kidding!” The blond closed his cerulean eyes, grasped his chest through his shirt, clenched the clothing, and prayed to calm his heart beating erratically. But to no avail did those emerald green eyes stop haunting him.

It had been close to three days since he saw, who his brother insisted the name to be, ‘The Asshole.’ Apparently ‘The Asshole’ was the one to set Riku and Sora up, which kind of made Riku mad. Roxas made no comment, though did inquire about the rather large ‘bruise’ on the brunets neck. Riku stuttered and walked away, while poor, defenseless Sora mustered up the excuse of ‘I hit my neck on my nightstand.’

Roxas later learned that 'The Asshole' wasn’t a creepy rapist targeting Roxas as his next victim, but a friend of Sora and Riku’s. An odd friend at that. Roxas asked about his age, and his brother smirked wickedly and replied with a, ‘Wittle Roxy has a new crush, does he now?’ He instantly was reminded of 'The Asshole,' and smacked Sora, Sora smacked him back, Roxas bit at least he didn’t make out with his ‘best friend,’ and promptly ran away from the fight as Riku, for some reason, laughed.

After those three days, the doorbell rang while Roxas was exiting the shower. Thinking it was Hayner - seriously, who else could it be? - he ran downstairs with nothing but his towel around his waist, with a stupid grin on his face, soaking wet, only to find something he was expecting. More like someone.

“Hey Hayn-OH MY GOD!” Roxas immediately flushed as none other than The Asshole stood there, smirking at the blond. He winked, Roxas’ heart stopped, and promptly fainted. After waking up close to an hour later, he found himself alone in his dark room, with no one else home. Except he was fully dressed in his pajamas. And suddenly he wondered if he was still a virgin.

The third time they met, was at Riku’s house party, celebrating the end of the school year. Of course, Sora dragged his baby brother to come, since their mother and father were out and the poor brunet would get in trouble if he left Roxas home alone. Though he never understood why, he had been home alone several times prior to that night.

As Riku and Sora abandoned Roxas - to do what, Roxas would never want to find out - the poor, lonely blond let himself surf the crowds to find the one place in Riku's house where he feels comfortable. After all, he hated parties, and all the people here were Sora and Riku's friends- he knew no one except the gay guys that were making out with their boyfriends upstairs. It would be pretty damn awkward to walk in there and say, "Hey, I didn't know anyone else, so I came up here to talk to you guys! How's the butt sex so far, good?"

Finally, after reaching the door that lead to his happiness, he paused, and looked around. His heart suddenly dropped. The Asshole was no where to be seen. He wasn't there. If he was friends with Sora and Riku, wouldn't he be here? Maybe Roxas wasn't trying hard enough to find him...

He froze. Maybe... he didn't come because he knew Roxas was going to be there? Maybe he's too... preoccupied with older women or men who are a billion and one times better than Roxas? Or maybe... he was one of the many gay friends making out with another gay friend and doing who-knows-what upstairs...? Roxas quickly stumbled for the door, trying his best to push a few people out of the way to open it and get in without anyone else. He locked the door, facing it, and stumbled to his knees. There he sat, his sanctuary - the Laundry room.

He didn't want to feel hurt. After all, it was expected, right? This redheaded god was sexy and amazing and over all so much better than Roxas could ever hope to be, or deserve to get. The people The Asshole would date are probably college girls and really skinny but muscular and tall guys that looked almost as good as he did - and Roxas did not compare by the least. He was just a-

"Hey kid, you gonna sit there all damn day, or come over and talk to me?" Roxas froze once more. That... voice...

He turned to see a sight to behold. The Asshole sitting on the washer- shirtless - and a cigarette between two thin yet sexy lips. His emerald cat-like eyes watched Roxas amusedly, and he patted the dryer top right next to him, indicating Roxas should go over. The blond gulped.

Slowly, and without a word, he moved to the dryer and seated himself on the edge. A sigh made it's way to The Asshole's lips. Without warning, two rough hands grabbed under his armpits and lifted him. In result, he squeaked, rather loudly. His hands slapped across his mouth instantly, and that gorgeous earthy laugh sprouted from the redheads pretty lips. He felt cool metal on his bottom and his feet dangled off the edge. Lo and behold, he was seated on the dryer top.

"So, kid, what brings you to the fabulous laundry room of Riku Kawaki's house? Especially when there is a party going on outside?" The blonde felt his face heat up.

"U-um... I'm not.. really the party-kind-of-guy..." He winced. Maybe the redhead only wanted partiers? Maybe Roxas lost brownie points because he doesn't like to dance? Or get plastered? Or grind against people he didn't know? Maybe this guy only wanted daredevils who risk getting aids for a good fuck? Or maybe-

"Yeah, same here." Roxas looked up, shocked. Green eyes met blue, confused. "What?"

"You just... look like a partier, is all..." He was secretly cheering in the back of his head.

"Naww. I love to dance, just not with that kind of dancing out there. It's all pointless grinding and excuses to get horny and shove hands down each others pants." Roxas chuckled softly, a cute little blush still tinting his cheeks. He looked up, seeing those eyes watching him.

"Why are you shirtless?" The blond blurted randomly, his flushed face deepening with embarrassment. The redhead laughed, patting the washer he was sitting on.

"Grape juice magically appeared on my shirt, I had to wash it. I'm sorry if my fat repulses you." Roxas nodded, and then shook his head credibly.

"N-no I'm not disgusted and... you're n-not fat..."

"Oh Roxy, looking at my six pack, are we now?" Blue eyes went wide, his face resembling the color of the redheads hair.

"How... how do you know my... name...?" He could've sworn he saw the other boys cheeks turn slightly pink.

"Riku and Sora talk about you. Duh, you're one of my best friends little brother." He tried to sound convincing, and somewhat teasing. He was tying, really he was. But it was getting hotter in the room - was the dryer on? - and that blush on his face was adorable. Roxas pouted.

"But that's not fair. You know my name, and I don't know yours." Roxas was starting to ease up, becoming more comfortable. He could even do the famous Tsukio pout him and Sora were known for. The redhead smiled softly, adoring how childish the blond was acting. A sudden smirk met his thin lips. He took a long drag on his cigarette and bounced off the washing machine, stomping out the cancer stick on the carpet floor. He held a long hand out to the blond, a soft, sincere smile melting away the cat's smirk.

"Axel Higurashi, at your disposal." Roxas flushed slightly, his face starting to cool off. His small hand slowly slipped into Axel's, long nimble fingers covering his as the redhead's grip gently tightened, helping the younger boy off the dryer. "Now, my dear Roxy, would you do me the honors of granting me one dance?"

The blond smiled, nodding softly. A slow pop song played off in the distance, and he could only imagine how everyone outside must be cuddling in their lovers arms while slowly swaying their hips back and forth to the beat of the music. The blond let out a soft squeak as he was pulled into Axel's bare chest, his cheek resting on the redhead's collar bone. Cerulean eyes looked up to smiling green, and Roxas slid his eyes shut, a healthy pink glow on his plush cheeks. He let himself slowly melt into the other's embrace as their hips swayed together in a gentle fashion, right to the beats of the music like all those other people.

He could have sworn he was dreaming. Since when do his wishes come true? He even thought he heard Axel sing along to the song, but it was too quiet to be sure. He may have been imagining it.

But before the chorus could repeat for the second time, the door was pushed open, and Sora came storming in, looking a bit buzzed.

"Roxas, we're leaving. NOW." The small brunet ordered. Roxas and Axel split apart as if they were touching fire, and blushed deeply. Riku soon came in begging for Sora's forgiveness. "ROXAS!"

"Sora! Look; I'm sorry! Please forgive me! Don't throw out our friendship because I made a simple mistake! I'm sorry!" Roxas stared at the two in confusion, and then felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked over to see Axel, leaning in to his ear.

"Just go, we'll finish our dance some other time, promise. Try to comfort your brother, okay Roxy?" The blond sheepishly nodded as he took his older brother's hand. He guided the teary-eyed boy from the laundry room with Riku hot on their heels, throwing apologies every which way and that. He shoved his brother out the door, and turned to Riku, smiling and promising him that everything would be okay in the morning.

A final glance across the crowd of people, and Roxas became disheartened for not seeing a mane of red spiky hair in the distance. Though he tried to keep high spirits for his brother, he couldn't help but be disappointed as he climbed into the drivers seat of Sora's car as they pulled off the curb of the street, and down the road.

It was dark, almost ten o'clock, and he heard his brother sniffling to the window. Roxas looked at Sora with concern, random thoughts bombarding his mind. The blond whispered a quiet, "Do you need to talk about it?" and was replied with a hushed, "No." And that was all Roxas needed to hear.

It had been a week since Sora talked to Riku. And a week since Roxas even saw Axel.

It was summer and they had a few months until back-breaking homework and alarm clocks that beeped at five in the morning took place so the blond had some time to sit back and relax. Not to mention day dream about Axel, which he caught himself doing rather frequently. At least now he knew the redhead's name, and he dare say he found it rather sexy.

Roxas learned the reason why Sora was angry at Riku was because they both got mildly drunk and made out. Riku apparently put his hands up Sora's shirt, and the brunet freaked out. Poor, innocent, defenseless Sora. The blond guessed Sora was either afraid of his feelings for his best friend or afraid Riku was going to rape him. You'll never know what a drunk Riku will do.

One time, about a year ago, Roxas found a drunk Sora and a drunk Riku playing spin the bottle with a few of his brother's teddy bears. Enough said. Roxas doubted Riku would rape Sora though. It's just not a Riku-thing to do.

So here Roxas lay on his bed, Axel-less and alone in a big house. Sora left somewhere to do something that the blond really didn't care about. He just hoped his brother would soon make-up with Riku so they could be happy again. Roxas sighed, letting his cerulean eyes shut. The afternoon sun was slowly setting in the west, and the trees slowly swayed in the ever changing wind.

His heart ached for the redhead. He loved the noxious feeling in the pit of his gut that he got, like a billion fluttering butterflies in his stomach exploding. It was oddly alluring. He wanted to feel it again and again until he drowned in the emotion. He wanted it to fill him completely, and some how, Roxas found that sexy, that Axel could make him feel that way. So indescribably, so orgasmic.

A throaty, needy groan erupted from the blonde's throat. Axel looked so... delicious without his shirt on. The blond wanted to drag his tongue between the crevices of his abs, swirling it around his pink numbs, those gorgeous thin lips of his. Roxas shook his head, trying to get the thoughts form his mind. He felt disgusted with himself for thinking of Axel in this manor. He thought it unfair to the redhead; would you really want someone to get horny by thinking of you?

But no one was home... and he was alone.

Who would know, after all? It's not like Axel could read his mind, it's not like he had some magic mirror to see what Roxas was doing. Besides, it's hard not to get excited about Axel. He had such a defined chest, thin lips... tight ass.

He shook his head again, getting too deep. If he kept up his thinking process like this, his pants could end up getting too - too... late...

"Damn it..." The blond swore under his breath. Rolling his eyes at his childish actions, he sighed irritably and undid the button of his pants. He knew after he did this, it would end up being too awkward for him to handle being around the redhead. but he'll manage. His pants were way too tight.

Roxas let his small hand ghost over his clothed erection, triggering him to gasp sharply and intake a large amount of air. Already his lungs felt like bursting, he felt like skipping the foreplay and just getting to the - ah. He moaned, his hand gripping himself roughly through the cloth of his boxers. The blond rubbed his hardened length momentarily before throwing his head back, wiggling out of his pants and boxers so they lay in a pool at his ankles

Skin on skin now. It was getting hotter in the room, harder to breathe as his breath hitched continuously. A touch here, a rub there, a little squeeze and oh, Axel faster. He smiled bitterly at himself, closing his eyes as he pretended his hand was the redheads. He couldn't even picture how beautiful he would be naked, but he knew the image of the older boy with his shirt off, and that would have to suffice. His quivering hand moved up and down, from base to leaking tip. His back arched, moving faster, gripping harder, tightening his hold roughly.

"A-axel..." And he could almost feel those butterflies exploding in his stomach as his back arched once more, the thought of the redhead's lips ghosting over his twitching member as those pale hands pumped him. His orgasm shook him roughly, the blond throwing his head to the side as he half-screamed into his pillow. Riding out this amazing feeling, he could vaguely remember the sound of the floor creaking, but he paid no attention to it. He was preoccupied with other things.

Panting heavily, he kicked off his pants and boxers form his ankles, and slowly got up, stumbling into his bathroom from a nice, cold shower.

Poor Roxas didn't even see it coming.

Of course, turning off the water handle and hearing the floor creak from his room made him wonder. He assumed Sora came home and started the laundry. But walking out of the bathroom, soaking wet in a loose towel draped on your hips to find an older man in your now neatly made bed surrounded by a once-dirty-but-now-clean room of yours was something totally unexpected. Not to mention said man being the man you just masturbated to. How. Awkward.

"A-axel?" Roxas flushed deeply, the hand holding his towel up gripped tightly to the fabric. His other hand somehow attempting at covering his bare chest, but to no avail. Those emerald cat eyes looked up at him; staring at his straight in the eyes. His face was so... serious. Almost desirably so. As if he was a starving man staring at... a hunt of steak.

The poor boy didn't even have time to gasp as the redhead was in front of his, pinning him to the wall as his wet and warm pink tongue liked up drops of water on his neck. The blond put his hands on Axel's chest - when was his shirt disguarded? - and soon realized he dropped his towel. His blush color resembled that of Axel's hair and suddenly wondered if he was dreaming. How could Axel look at him so desirably, so hungrily?

"You... have no idea... how much you can turn me on, Roxy," He purred, that devilish tongue continuing it's ministrations on Roxas' exposed and wet neck. The blond barely had any time to think as his length was grabbed harshly.

He arched his back against the wall, his head falling backwards, and that's when he saw it. That cat's smirk on those perfect lips. Without thinking, Roxas smashed their lips together, threading his nimble fingers into Axel's mane of red spikes. They were surprisingly very soft - almost like silk. His mouth was being invaded with that devilish tongue and before he could even process the information he was being pumped by Axel's long fingers while indulging himself into the redhead's mouth in a vicious kiss of bits and nips and licks.

"C'mon, Roxy, dance with me." His hips rocked with Axel's hand, and he was screaming in top the kiss as the older boy squeezed at his length and almost dug his nails into his skin. The wall his back was on was somewhat cool and refreshing as the rest of his body shook with heat and dripped with sweat and water from the shower. The blond rocked faster into the older's awaiting hand and he bit down onto Axel's bottom thin lip as he orgasmed into his long hand, spilling his seed all over their chests with milky white liquid dripping off the older's arm.

They parted, and that smirk was gone. Just an odd, but alluring, loving smile.

The redhead leaned down and placed a gentle peck on Roxas's rosebud mouth again before smiling again. "I guess now would be a good time to confess that I liked you, huh?" He asked huskily, trying to keep his breathing to a regular pattern. Roxas chuckled slightly, and wrapped his arms around the redhead's shoulders, burying his face in the crook of Axel's sweaty yet sweet neck.

"Well, I guess that's a good thing," The blond smiled, enjoying the scent of sweat mixed with Axel's natural scent of pine cones and nature. "Cuz' I kinda like you too." He confessed himself.

Axel blushed fiercely, looking to the side. "Y-yea, I kinda noticed that when you were... um... kinda moaning my name." He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. He couldn't see Roxas' face, but he was sure the little blond beauty was embarrassed. "But hey," Axel quickly added, putting his lips to the shell of the smaller's ear. "That's totally a turn-on." He murmured huskily.

Roxas moaned as Axel's harden length became known, grinding it's clothed-self against Roxas' bare spent length. The blond grinded back harsher, and he smirked himself when a fun little idea popped into to his not-s-naive mind.

The older man was pushed onto his bed roughly, having his neck bit at as he was quickly stripped of all clothing left, random garments being thrown across his room in a hurry. From Axel's neck, Roxas sank to his chest, swirling his tongue around each pink nub until they were nice and hard. he dipped in and out of each defined muscle, making Axel go crazed with lust as he was being toyed with and teased. His abs felt exactly as the blond imagined it on his tongue, and he would dare say the feeling was addicting.

The butterflies started having mass explosions inside his stomach as he dipped his tongue into the redhead's navel and down until he reached curly red hair. The blue eyed beauty smirked, knowing his hair was natural. His hungry eyes rested on Axel's throbbing erection. He could practically hear the blood pounding through it as he stared in awe at Axel's perfection. Even naked, he was breath taking, it was getting even harder to breath, and even harder in other places.

Without warning, his mouth started an assault on Axel's hardened length, making the older boy nearly shriek out as the heat was quickly encasing his hard cock. He was quickly losing control as his hips itched to thrust up into the warm heat of Roxas’s rosebud mouth. That tongue was driving him absolutely up the wall, across the ceiling, and down the other side.(1) It played with the tip and toyed with the veins wrapping around his erection. The redhead cried out as the blond bit down on him rather harshly, but he loved every bit of the pain.

The warm pool of fire started to gather in the pit of his stomach, and he knew it would be soon before long when he came. Roxas’ mouth worked at his throbbing member and his small hands at what he could fit in his mouth. And with one long suck, the redhead lost control as he thrusted into the small mouth encasing him with a yelp. The smaller boy tried not to choke as he pumped the older boy, trying his best to deep-throat him. His bobbed his head up and down as Axel slowly started to rock his hips back and forth, in and out of that warmness that made him so crazed inside.

That tongue of his was teasing him even more, just barely touching his leaking tip as he was now roughly pushed between Roxas’ lips. Saliva and cum dripping from the blonde’s mouth and down Axel’s hardened shaft. The pool of fire was getting near dammed hard to handle, and he knew that all too soon he was going to come.

His orgasm snuck up on his as the blond started toying with his ball sack. He exploded into the blonde’s tiny mouth, him swallowing it all up like candy. Axel screamed as he shook from pleasure, reaching greater heights he never thought possible. The rocking stopped as his limp members was slowly dragged out of Roxas’s dripping mouth. Roxas wiped his lips and chin and he looked up at his new lover and smiled.

They didn’t say anything as Roxas climbed back up to Axel’s head, kissing him tenderly on the lips, and snuggling up not to him. Grabbing a single sheet, he covered their naked bodies, both slowly drifting to sleep with content looks on their faces, cuddled up next to each other in the other’s arms.

And it was at that exact moment, when he was laying there with a flushed face and clear thoughts, that Roxas Tsukio confirmed he was in love by whispering it to the man that was holding him. And that man whispered it right back to Roxas, confirming his feelings as well.

But they didn’t live happily ever after until morning when they were finally able to fall asleep. A certain banging next door a half hour after their activities and an odd screaming of “Riku, Faster!” that sounded much like Sora’s voice kept them up. But they try to block that out.

Looks like Sora sorted out his problems with Riku in more ways than one.