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Finding Lost Dreams	By : Lanie12777 Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12745 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Here’s chapter 3, it’s early (again), but since it was finished we decided to go ahead and post it anyway. This was an extremely hard chapter to write, as I’ve never written a story like this one. Constructive criticism welcome, but no flames please.

Thank you to Beucose, Ireyon and melly for your reviews. You guys rock!

Warning: There is N/C in this chapter, meaning rape.

Chapter 3

Rain was threatening to pour down any minute as Sora quickened his pace. He was on his way home from Kairi’s house. He’d declined the offer of a ride from her mother, since it was only about a twenty minute walk, figuring he could make it home before the sky let loose. Sora was about halfway there when a sleek black car pulled up alongside him. He didn’t really pay any mind to it until he heard his name called.

Glancing at the driver, he recognized Xemnas behind the wheel. “Need a ride?” the older man asked, tone cool. Sora was about to refuse when a loud peal of thunder sounded, causing the teen to jump.

“Come on, Sora, get in the car. You’re going to get soaked in a minute,” Xemnas chided, sunglasses hiding the way his eyes trailed over Sora’s slender form.

Another crash of thunder, louder than the first, had Sora hurrying to the passenger side of the car. His dislike of Xemnas was pushed aside for the moment by his fear of the coming storm. Even as a child he’d always been scared of thunderstorms, a fact that Riku had once teased him unmercifully about. Throat tightening at the thought of his once-best friend, the brunette opened the car door and jumped in as more thunder rumbled ominously.

Sora slid into the leather seat, fastening his seatbelt as Xemnas pulled away from the curb and resumed driving. An awkward silence filled the interior as Sora nervously watched the scenery outside the window.

Xemnas turned into the driveway a few minutes later. Sora practically jumped out of the car, giving a quick, “Thanks for the ride,” to him. He fished his house keys out of his pant’s pocket and unlocked the front door, pausing on the threshold as he heard a car door close behind him. Turning, he saw Xemnas walking up the path to the door. “You don’t mind if I wait until the storm passes, do you?” He gave the teen a patient stare as he stood on the doorstep. Gritting his teeth in annoyance, Sora opened the portal, casting a glance at the man behind him.

Seeing the questioning look directed his way, Xemnas ignored the brunette and sidled by him into the large foyer. Sighing under his breath, Sora closed the door and went into the living room. There, Xemnas was reclining back on the couch, leg crossed over his knee and arm stretched out along the back of the sofa, looking for all the world like he owned the place. Sora turned away from him to hide his grimace of displeasure and walked into the den, which was adjacent to the dining room. The sound of rain hitting the roof suddenly filled the room as the storm hit.

Settling down on the plush cream-colored loveseat, Sora picked up the remote to the T.V. in the corner and began flipping through channels. Normally he didn’t like watching television in here, but he refused to sit by Xemnas and have the older man ogling him. Absorbed in trying to find something to watch, Sora never noticed when Xemnas quietly strode up behind him and stood looking down at the brunette teen from behind the small sofa.

Xemnas eyed the petite, tanned body of Sora appreciatively. He’d been waiting for a chance like this, to finally have the boy alone, for quite a while. He knew Max wouldn’t be home for several more hours, and he’d decided that now was his chance. Smirking slightly, he moved until he was in Sora’s line of sight.

As Sora looked up, Xemnas leaned back against the wall, waiting like a serpent for the opportunity to strike. After timeless moments of silent staring, Sora, now very uncomfortable, huffed and stood to walk past the white-haired man to go to his room, not realizing that that was exactly what Xemnas had been waiting for.

A strong hand shot out and grasped hold of Sora’s wrist, pulling the teen close to Xemnas’ body. Sora’s eyes widened in fear and anger. “What the hell do you think you’re doi-” His tirade was ended as he was yanked against Xemnas’ hard, muscular chest.

Sora tried to push the taller man away, and began panicking when both his wrists were captured in an iron grip and pulled behind his back. Xemnas’ other hand grabbed a handful of thick brown locks and tilted Sora’s head back; Sora was kept in place as Xemnas’ mouth ran along the line of his chin, pressing openmouthed kisses and slightly painful nips along his jaw. The older man finally sealed his lips over Sora’s, almost cutting off the brunette’s air supply as his tongue forcefully invaded Sora’s mouth.

Whimpering now in fear, Sora was powerless to stop the older man as he felt the hand release his hair and begin unfastening his jeans. The material was pushed down his thighs, and breaking the punishing kiss, Xemnas shoved the brunette onto the floor.

Sora’s back collided hard with the carpeted floor, the impact stunning him for several seconds and nearly knocking the breath out of him. By the time he’d regained his senses Xemnas was on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head in one large hand as he straddled the teen.

Lust-filled honey met frightened blue as their gazes connected. Sora thrashed, desperate to free himself; Xemnas merely smirked down at him, becoming more aroused at the feel of Sora’s body wriggling against his. His hand trailed down Sora’s tan torso, shoving the brunette’s t-shirt up to expose his stomach and chest. After stroking along Sora’s abdomen, Xemnas lowered his hand further to the teen’s groin, wrapping his fingers around Sora’s flaccid penis. He squeezed the flesh, trying to get a reaction, but Sora, disgusted and terrified at the touch, remained soft.

Seeing he’d gotten no response, Xemnas lifted his hand and began undoing his shirt buttons. Sora doubled his efforts to escape when the older man undid his belt and slid it off, then unbuttoned his slacks. Tears fell from Sora’s eyes, his body trembling as he heard the rasp of a zipper.

Once getting his clothes removed, Xemnas worked Sora’s jeans over his slim hips one-handed, removing them completely and leaving the brunette bare to his roving gaze. Golden orbs raked over Sora’s revealed lower half as Xemnas’ free hand traveled roughly over the satiny-smooth skin of Sora’s inner thighs. A choked, “Don’t, please!” was uttered as the white-haired man’s hand moved farther up his leg to curl under his testicles, searching for and finding Sora’s tightly puckered entrance. A cry flew from Sora’s lips as one long finger slipped inside him dryly, causing his body to arch in pain. In the distraction from feeling the digit painfully enter him, Sora hadn’t realized that Xemnas had parted his legs and was now lying between them until the finger withdrew.

Xemnas studied the struggling boy beneath him. He’d waited a long time for the chance to have Sora; he’d wanted the boy ever since he’d first laid eyes on him when the brunette had been but a child. Xemnas had seen the potential beauty in the boy’s features, and he’d fantasized about him often.

Suddenly flipping the teen over, Xemnas twisted Sora’s wrists together behind his back, bending the elbows so his arms were turned up with his wrists held in the middle of his spine. Keeping Sora bent on his knees by putting pressure on his trapped arms, Xemnas grasped his engorged erection and positioned himself at the brunette’s anus. Spitting into his palm, he smeared it over the head of his cock for some lubrication, and began to push inside the shaking boy.

Sora tensed, then screamed loudly in pain when a sharp, hard thrust had Xemnas buried inside him to the hilt. The sounds of Sora’s screams and wails were interspersed with grunts of pleasure from the older male above him. Blood started to drip down tan thighs as Sora was ripped open, his hips spread wide as Xemnas surged deeper. Xemnas’ thrusts became faster and smoother as the blood coated his cock, easing his way in Sora’s tight channel. The sound of skin slapping against skin was almost unheard by the thunder rumbling outside continuously.

Leaning his forehead onto the floor, Sora closed his eyes and prayed for it to end. He felt like he was being torn in two as Xemnas pounded into him brutally, speeding up his movements and slamming his body into the floor. His agonized cries mixed with the older man’s groans of pleasure. Sora felt him thrust deep and suddenly go still as hot liquid scalded his raw insides.

Slumping slightly against the teen, Xemnas panted, trying to regain his breath. Even though he’d just come, he was still rock-hard. Feeling Sora’s sobs as he lay under him, Xemnas nearly groaned again at the sensation of Sora’s body unconsciously clenching around his cock. He withdrew almost all the way out, then rammed back in. Sora’s body jerked as another loud scream escaped his lips, and the punishing thrusts began anew. The storm raged outside, the heavy rain drowning the sounds of Sora’s cries.

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Sora was huddled on the floor of his bathroom shower, the water from the spout beating down on his head. Xemnas had left the house almost two hours ago, a satisfied look about him as he glanced down at the broken teen lying on the floor. Sora had lain there for a while after hearing Xemnas let himself out of the house, then clutched his discarded clothes close to him and painfully made his way upstairs and into his bedroom, slowly crossing to his adjoined bathroom to crawl into the shower. His legs were pulled close to his chest, with his arms wrapped tightly around them. He was rocking back and forth, body shaking, his mind numb as the now-cool water pelted his body. His eyes were squeezed shut as he tried to block the memories of what had occurred earlier in the den.

Beginning to shiver, Sora pulled himself to his feet slowly, his body aching. He had bruises covering his hips and thighs, and finger-shaped bands of them circling his wrists; his lips were swollen and sore from Xemnas’ forceful kisses. Sora turned the water off and stepped out of the shower stall, sobs wracking his small frame as he walked into his bedroom. Pain consumed him, not all of it physical, as he sat on the edge of his bed, uncaring that he was sopping wet.

Blue eyes gazed dully at the wall as Sora fought to suppress the images of Xemnas above him, holding him down, hot breath panting in his ear as he violated him. A strangled cry escaped Sora’s lips; curling up on his mattress, he dragged the light blue comforter over himself and simply let the tears continue, too tired and hurt to care about anything.

Hearing his cellphone ring from downstairs, Sora didn’t bother to check to see who could be calling. Right now he just wanted to forget everything in the last twenty-four hours.

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‘Hello, you have the right number at the wrong time, please leave a message!’ Sora’s cheerful voice recited.

Kairi Jacobs sighed in exasperation. If she had to listen to that voicemail message one more time she was going to hang herself. She had memorized the whole ‘at the beep leave a message’ thing. The redhead hated when people didn’t pick up on her; it was frustrating to no end. She thought it was stupid; why would a person buy a cellphone if they weren’t going to ever answer? Sora had always agreed with her, so somehow they usually made an unconscious effort to pick up each other’s calls. But she’d been calling Sora’s phone for the past several hours, and the brunette had yet to pick up. She frowned; it wasn’t like Sora to ignore her calls. It seemed fishy and unusual.

Trying again, Kairi tossed her own phone onto her bed after snapping it closed when all she got was Sora’s voicemail again. Deciding to phone him later, Kairi figured if he still didn’t answer, she’d just leave him a message; she wasn’t in the mood to deal with anything right now.

Heading to the living room, Kairi sat on the sofa. Her parents were seated on the loveseat, cuddled up together. Kyla was in the large burgundy recliner, watching a movie on television. Kairi smiled at her parents; she found it cute that they still acted like a couple of lovesick teenagers after nearly twenty years of marriage.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” Kairi’s mother asked. “Did you get a hold of Sora?”

Kairi shook her head. She’d been complaining about not getting a hold of him to her mother while her sister just rolled her eyes at her. “He’s not picking up. I’ll just leave him a message later,” she said, tucking her feet under her.

Nodding, her parents continued with their quiet conversation as they sat together. Kairi went back to her room half an hour later, and when she only got Sora’s voicemail again she left a message. “Hey Sora, call me when you get this. I won’t be at school Monday, so I guess I’ll see you on Tuesday. Bye!”

Placing the phone on her bedside table, Kairi again wondered why her friend wasn’t answering his phone, then shrugged it off. ‘He’s probably taking a bath or something,’ she thought. Little did she know how accurate her guess was, but certainly not for reasons she would have thought.
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