Let's Play a Game | By : pocketfox Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 16302 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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As before, Riku was alone when he awoke, and he curled up in the warm space left by Sora’s body for a few moments. His fingers met the paper of the expected note, and he read it through half-closed eyes.
“This is a place for fighters, not lovers, and is named after Heaven. Let’s make our own heaven here, Riku.”
Riku hiked a lazy brow up as he pondered the clue. A place for fighters that was named after Heaven? When the answer didn’t immediately occur to him, he yawned and snuggled down into the pillow again. This bed was so comfortable and warm…
“Ah!” He suddenly sat up as he abruptly realized what Sora’s clue was talking about. “The Coliseum! Duh! What other place do we know of that’s specifically for fighters?” Pleased with himself, Riku granted himself a little reward and again settled down, curling up once more and falling into a doze for another hour or so.
A slightly more difficult question, when Riku finally properly got up and got dressed, was where to find Wonderland’s keyhole. It could be anywhere in this screwed up place, and despite being eager to continue the game, the green-eyed boy wasn’t relishing searching for it. As he ran his fingers back through his silver hair, he decided to start looking in the most logical place, though he didn’t have much hope that it would be that easy. Logic had absolutely no meaning here. But still, it couldn’t hurt to look for a keyhole in a door, right?
Riku made his way back to the Rabbit’s house and eased up to the sleeping doorknob, looking at it thoughtfully. After only a moment or two, he was turning away, thinking about where to look next, when the doorknob suddenly yawned hugely in its sleep. A warm sort of light spilled out of its mouth, and Riku stared. The keyhole was there! Quickly the teenager grabbed the doorknob’s nose and twisted, and the doorknob awoke with a yelp and a grumble of pain, but the door swung open despite this, and Riku stepped through to be spilled into the wide courtyard of the Olympus Coliseum.
Feet crunching lightly on the sandy ground, Riku shoved his hands in his pockets and took a lazy look around. There were a few people around, most of them paired off and sparring, and no one took notice of the lone young man heading towards the coliseum proper.
Riku did a slight double-take when he stepped into the lobby and saw the short, fat little satyr standing in front of the door to the arena like some sort of guard. “Erm…”
The satyr glanced up and gave Riku a quick once over before saying, “You that kid that’s with Sora?” When Riku nodded, the satyr thumbed over his shoulder in the direction of the arena. “Go on in.” Then he turned away and apparently forgot Riku’s existence. The teenager arched an amused eyebrow before heading inside.
The arena itself was empty, as were the stands. Riku paused at the edge of the large stone square of the fighting area, hands planted on his hips. Now where might his Sora be hiding? The Coliseum was an open space with few hiding places. In fact, about the only good places to secret oneself away in were…
Riku grinned and headed for the stands. As he stepped into the shade underneath them, he heard a quiet laugh. A slender form detached itself from the shadows surrounding it and stepped forward.
“That was fast,” Sora said as Riku took him into his arms.
“Well, this isn’t the best place to play hide-and-seek,” Riku purred, nuzzling against Sora’s hair. “Too open and exposed…” As he spoke, his hands roamed, stroking slow circles over Sora’s back and making the smaller boy purr.
“Well, that just makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?” Sora murmured, making Riku chuckle.
“Sora! I never pegged you for a closet exhibitionist.” He felt Sora smile against his throat and murmur something that sounded like ‘You have no idea’.
Sora stepped back then, pulling Riku deeper into the shadows and nudging him up against the wall. When the larger boy slid his palms across the brunette’s hips and onto his backside, Sora allowed the touch, arching his hips to rub them against Riku’s, and both of them moaned softly.
“So what do you have planned for us today?” Riku whispered, tracing the shape of Sora’s ear with the tip of his tongue.
The brunette shuddered and pressed himself more closely against Riku’s body. “Something we’ll both enjoy,” he breathed in response, and Riku felt the now-familiar sensation of Sora’s fingers undoing his pants. Then there was another soft rustle of fabric, and suddenly a choked moan was coaxed from Riku’s chest as he felt a hot, hard arousal pressed against his own. Reflexively he wrapped his strong arms around Sora’s waist and flexed his hips, causing the other boy to cry out softly and bury his face against Riku’s shoulder.
“Th-this is… all you c-can do this time,” Sora stammered, breath already quickening as he eagerly ground against his taller friend. “O-or…”
“Or you’ll leave me to take care of myself?” Riku breathed, remembering Sora’s words in the underground cavern in Traverse Town. Sora just nodded and bucked against him again, making him draw in a sharp breath, fingertips digging against the brunette’s lower back. Tilting his head, Riku brought his lips to Sora’s throat and gently kissed his pulse. As the other teenager obligingly tipped his head back, Riku latched on more fully, sucking and nipping the tender flesh as he continued to rock his erection against Sora’s, and his companion sobbed softly against his neck.
Eventually Riku lowered a hand, wrapping it around both their organs and stroking firmly. Sora yelped and bucked as the silver-haired boy asked shakily, “Is this… still within the… rules…?” Sora could only nod as Riku tightened his grip and sped his fingers, his movements aided by the moisture leaking from both their tips and slickening the aching flesh. Sora clutched Riku’s shoulders in a grip so fierce the taller boy was sure he’d have finger-shaped bruises there by tomorrow, but he didn’t care.
Sora’s thrusting began to grow erratic, and Riku felt him tensing. “Come on, Sora,” he whispered. “Don’t hold out on me…”
The little brunette finally threw back his head with a near scream and bucked once more before spilling his seed over their stomachs and Riku’s fingers. Riku hissed through clenched teeth as a few more seconds of hard stroking let him find his own release, and he added his essence to the sticky mess on their abdomens.
Riku then leaned hard against the wall, and Sora collapsed against his chest, clinging weakly to him and panting. Wearily Riku stroked his smaller partner’s back, purring and cooing soft nonsense words of affection into the nearest ear.
After a few minutes of recovering, Sora pushed himself away and reached for his fallen pants, digging in the pocket to produce a small cloth, which he wiped over their stomachs to clean off the mess, then tossed negligently over his shoulder. Riku watched in amusement, pulling him his own pants, then blinked as Sora redressed and grabbed his hands to tug him further under the bleachers.
“There’s no place with real beds here,” Sora explained, gesturing to a pile of blankets in the corner, “so I had to improvise.”
Riku tilted his head, then smiled affectionately. “You really like our cuddling, don’t you, Sora?” When Sora blushed faintly and nodded, Riku caught him up in a tight hug and kissed his hair. “Good, ‘cause so do I.”
The pair flopped onto the blankets, curling up in them with Sora tucked firmly against Riku’s chest and Riku’s arms possessively around his waist. Sora pillowed his head against his friend’s shoulders and closed his eyes, sighing beatifically as Riku stroked his hair. When he was sure the other teenager was asleep, he let himself settle down, and he whispered, very softly, “I love you, Sora…”
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