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Beautiful Mondays	By : PandaBearzh Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2018 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Sora did awaken, he didn’t realize that he had. The blindfold was still on, but that wasn’t why he felt like he was dreaming. He could tell that he was lying down but it was incredibly warm…like he was lying in his bed back at home, safe from danger and away from his energy-sapping mission. He didn’t want to wake up. There was just that one thing… That scent. He rolled his head back gently on the pillow, filling his lungs with the fragrant air softly. That sweet, sweet scent… It was also so familiar to him.
“Well, that didn’t take long at all,” Riku commented sarcastically, “I was beginning to consider if I should be worried.”
“Riku…What is this? Where are we?” Sora tried to sit up, but when he moved he realized that Riku was straddling his hips, keeping him down. “That…that really happened…?”
Riku shook his head. He was well aware that the blindfold was still on his friend—but he was shaking his head because of his naïveté. “That…” he said, moving his hand to the side of Sora’s unsure face. “Should be a ‘this’...”
“W…wh—what?” Sora asked quickly, genuinely confused. He could feel something light brushing his skin—at first it was so light it almost tickled.
“…and yes,” the other continued, his thumb rolling over Sora’s lips. Now his own were tingling slightly, “…this is really happening.”
“Riku…?” the brunette questioned. He inhaled and exhaled slowly: His heart was racing but his body refused to move at all. What was happening? Was ‘this’ something extremely good or something extremely bad?
Riku’s answer was in a physical movement. He moved his face so close to Sora’s that he could feel the other’s breath against his face. Their noses brushed against each other, but only for a second. Riku hesitated. If Sora really was completely appalled by the idea then this one kiss could tear the two apart forever.
But Sora’s lips were already parted, fully welcoming a kiss from the other boy. It had been more of a reaction—the weight had shifted suddenly and then their noses… He knew how close they were; every time heat was exhaled from Riku’s nose, his hairs stood on end. Their lips were brushing against each other—lightly at first but now his lips ached to be against Riku’s completely. It was a kind of torture that Sora had never experienced before. “What do you want, Riku?” Sora whispered. The brunette felt a fast puff of air as Riku chuckled.
Instead of risking saying something tacky, he closed the millimeter gap between the two’s longing mouths.
The unnoticed outside world dissolved around them as the kiss developed. Riku’s eyelids fell heavily, his eyelashes brushing against the coarse fabric that restricted Sora’s eyesight. Both hands were gently on Sora’s face now, pulling the kiss stronger still. He never would have imagined the brunette’s lips to feel so incredible. It was almost as if there were sparks moving from one mouth to the other in an electrifying and warm wave. Underneath his body Sora was fidgeting. He was trying to get a hold of Riku but his hands were trapped in the sheets. Feeling this, Riku mentally smiled. The kiss was too addicting to want to mess up with petty comments anyhow.
Sora was having trouble with his breathing—he tried breathing through his nose but his senses were overwhelming his mental processes and it seemed as if all of the air in the world wouldn’t appease his need for it. Kissing Riku though…it was his first kiss and he always thought it’d be with…oh, what did it matter? Right now Riku was kissing him back and it was the most incredible experience in the world. “Mnnh…” He didn’t realize that the small sound had come from his own vocal cords, but that didn’t change the fact that it had.
Riku heard the soft moan and decided that he had to pace himself. Much to the brunette’s dismay, he moved his kiss down to his lower lip and after a light suck pulled away from him. Sora appeared to want to follow Riku’s departing lips because he pushed up on Riku’s hands. Then, once he realized that the other wasn’t going to indulge him in further oral enjoyment, he rested his head back down; tilting it against Riku’s caressing fingers. His breathing began to regulate itself but his heart was still pounding against his chest. It felt odd now to not have Riku’s lips covering his own. Like now, more than ever, they were vacant.
“Why’d you stop…?”
Riku grinned at the other’s inability to not control himself. “It was just a kiss, Sora…” he answered. He saw the downcast expression cross Sora’s visible face, “If we’re not careful, we’re not going to be able to see this through to the end.”
“To what end?” Sora asked, agonizing over the way Riku so easily teased his lips with his thumb. He wasn’t sure, however, if he was thankful that Riku froze or not. The only reason why he was agonizing over it was because he wanted Riku’s soft lips against his—not Riku’s soft thumb. Then it moved—his entire hand. Almost as if he were tracing an invisible line, Riku ran his fingers down Sora’s neck, chest and abdomen, pausing briefly only to watch Sora’s reaction when he finished his caress to focus on a sensitive growing bulge in the brunette’s pants. Sora cooed softly at the unexpected touch and Riku moved his lips to Sora’s ear.
“This end,” he whispered, moving his hand back and forth over the cloth. Sora moaned at the way Riku touched him but finally managed to free his hands enough to put them over Riku’s. Riku seemed amused by this, “Oh?” he whispered again in a teasing tone, “and are you going to stop me now Sora?” His lips found an exposed part at the base of the brunette’s neck and he focused his attentions there as well.
“N-N-No—,” Sora tried, “we can’t do this…” Riku didn’t answer but grazed his tongue over an area he’d been nipping at. Sora shivered but tried to deny it. “We’re guys!” Sora protested, his voice sounding a little bit stronger. He was doing the best he could not to let Riku’s actions get the better of his common sense; that was starting to become more difficult by the second.
“Give it up, Sora. I don’t give a shit.” Riku finally answered. “And…I can tell that you really don’t either.” He pulled back from Sora’s neck and began sliding his fingers underneath his friend’s shirt. Sora’s hands moved to his wrists to stop him but Riku wasn’t suppressed. “It’s just you and me, Sora,” he reminded the boy, “There isn’t anyone else here. No one else knows we’re together, alone. No one knows but us.” His left hand curved around Sora’s back and lifted him off the bed a little so the upper garment could be removed completely. “No one else has to know if you don’t want them to either…”
Sora was speechless. Riku had hit the nail right on the head—he couldn’t think of any other reason why they shouldn’t do what they were. He knew that he trusted Riku—more or less, and that he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt him. ‘But, I’ve never seen this side of him before,’ Sora mused briefly, ‘He’s not acting rational…’ His train of thought was lost when he felt Riku’s hands at his hips, sliding beneath his waistband.
“Wait!” he exclaimed. His right hand gripped Riku’s shirt while the other worked at the knots on the blindfold he wore so he could pull it off.
“Damnit, you’re killing me!” Riku complained, “Do I have to gag you too? For once will you just shut up?” He noticed how Sora was attempting to remove the black strip “…Leave that on.”
“Why do I have to be the only one who’s naked?” Sora whined. Now it was Riku’s turn to be silent. He was expecting another weak protest but instead the brunette complained about Riku not being nude enough. It was such an ironic change of interest that it almost made him laugh. Very reluctantly, he let go of Sora’s pants so that he could remove the offensive garment. Then, without saying another word he did the same to the rest of their clothing.
Sora wet his lips, feeling Riku get off of him for just a moment. When the weight on the bed returned, he felt such warmth that it gave him instant Goosebumps. Under the ubiquitous touch of his friend however, they quickly vanished. With a soft gasp, Sora layed his head back into the pillow again, exposing his neck while Riku continued to move further down his body. His grasp in the other’s hair tightened when he felt his hands ascending along the interior of his thigh.
“What were you saying about stopping?” Riku teased in a husky tone. He took Sora’s erection in his hand and let his thumb roll over the tip. Sora released a gratified moan, appearing to not care to hear what he said. Indeed, all he could think about was Riku not stopping. He no longer cared for a reason why it was happening—he only knew that it was and that he was enjoying himself. So when Riku took his length into his mouth Sora almost died from the delicious warmth and wetness encompassing him. His hips bucked on their own and Riku was forced to deep-throat him.
“Holy shit!” Sora gasped, grabbing a firm hold of his “friend’s” white locks.
After he’d fully recovered from his surprise, Riku slowly allowed Sora’s manhood out of his mouth, scraping it gently with his teeth. He wasn’t sure how far along the brunette was and he didn’t want him to come before he wanted him to.
“No—why’d you…” Sora asked, “I’m almost…there.”
“That’s what I figured,” Riku answered, “But I can’t let you have all the fun. Not after all this time…” He cut himself short by inserting three fingers where Sora had just been, wetting them until he felt they were slick enough to prepare the other.
Sora groaned loudly when he Riku’s first finger parting his insides. It had come without warning. “You’re going to…?”
“It doesn’t hurt yet, right?”
“Ah…” Sora trailed off, sounding unsure. It didn’t hurt but it was uncomfortable. What hurt was what he was picturing in his mind at the moment. “No.” As soon as he answered, he felt himself being stretched by a second finger…and then a third…and then nothing. Riku was reaching over his body for something that he couldn’t see. He heard a soft snap of a plastic container cover and a tap as it was replaced on the surface it’d been resting on. He hoped to god that it was lubricant.
“Okay?” a soft voice asked him.
“Yea.”
Riku lined himself up to the point of entrance and leaned forward, covering Sora’s lips with his own again. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much if his brunette was being stimulated somewhere else too. The kiss wasn’t returned as wholeheartedly as before though: he could tell that Sora was nervous. That realization dissipated as soon as he entered him. Once he was inside it took all of his self control to not loose himself and just start ramming into the uke. His walls gently massaged his hardness as Sora tried desperately to remain as relaxed as he possibly could. Once he was fully sheathed, Riku paused and took a moment from his ecstasy. “That’s the worst of it,” he said softly, looking into the black blindfold. He couldn’t tell if tears had bled into it because of how dark it was but he did take note of how absolutely silent his partner had been and how he had trembled in his arms the entire time.
Sora was glad that it’d finally stopped. It felt like Riku had just stabbed him with a knife, and it was tearing him in half. But he realized that Riku had stopped so that he could get used to the feeling and he had to smile at the gesture. Riku was obviously itching to move again. “Go ahead, Riku,” he said softly, mentally bracing himself.
Riku didn’t need telling twice—but he didn’t want to make Sora regret it either. He withdrew slowly and moved in again… pausing before doing it again. He could feel Sora’s short hard nails cutting into his back and gauged how much he was hurting him by how much pain he felt, himself.
Sora buried his head in Riku’s shoulder as if he was trying to find some comfort from the pain there. He was just beginning to wonder when it’d all be over when Riku finally hit that spot. His limbs went weak and he clung to the other, releasing an unfaltering moan. The feeling started to subside and Sora tried to hold onto it as much as he could, wanting it back badly. He didn’t have too wait long.
Just hearing the unintelligible sounds coming from Sora’s lips brought Riku to his edge. He heard his name escape the other’s lips and felt Sora tighten around his length as the brunette reached his climax. A short while later, Riku finished as well, his seed filling Sora’s cavern. Then, he lay down next to the other and rested his forehead on his shoulder.
“Sora, you can take that off now if you want,” Riku said, sounding tired.
“And what if I don’t want to?” Sora teased with a huge grin. He thought he was being a smart-ass but Riku was too fatigued to care at the moment. Before he realized it, he was drifting off to sleep as well.

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Thank-you for reading! You may or may not have noticed what I said about chapter 4. Somehow I deleted this story by accident. I no longer have Chapter 4, but it was very short and not entirely necessary to the story. This is the complete story now. I recommend that instead you go on ahead and read Mirror Image, the sister story to this piece.
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