Title: Something New Everyday
Rated: R
Pairing: SoraRiku
Disclaimer: Sora, Riku, Kingdom Hearts, etc, not mine.
Comments: I’ve never written Riku or Sora before so I was quite apprehensive about this, especially since it’s not just fluff, haha. I’m still unsure about characterization but…I’ll let you decide.
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Riku glanced down at the short distance between their bodies, a space currently filled by their linked hands. He observed the embrace of slender fingers, of Sora’s gloved palm brushing his bare one, tugging lightly at the thin fabric with the momentum of their steps and the playful swing of their arms that Sora had initiated. The gesture, the intimacy, the implication-it was all still a bit novel to him, as if he wasn’t yet certain those pale digits curled around his best friend’s belonged to him.
…Not that the simple action of holding hands was remarkable in itself, but it carried a different sort of weight now than it had the last time Sora had reached for his hand.
Sora’s fingers tightened around his and he glanced up to see that endearing flash of too much teeth. He squeezed back. Sora had the ability to scatter his doubts with nothing more than that unwavering optimism. Such doubts he had only recently acquired about a relationship he wasn’t completely convinced even existed.
A week earlier, Sora had turned to him-expression innocently puzzled-and asked, “Riku, what does ‘masturbate’ mean?”
Riku’s pencil had run off the edge of his notebook and he’d angled Sora a vaguely skeptical look. “Okay, wait…what?”
The two had been sprawled on their stomachs on the carpet of Sora’s room, attempting to complete homework-something Riku, and likely Sora as well, hadn’t missed during their time away and truthfully, an insignificance that Riku hadn’t anticipated ever having to do again. He would have gladly chosen not to attend high school but his parents had had a differing opinion.
Sora’s eyes rolled upward to glance thoughtfully at his ceiling, his own pencil tapping his chin. “I overheard Kairi and Selphie asking each other about it yesterday and giggling kind of scary-like. Then when I interrupted and asked what it was, they got all red and embarrassed and I meant to look it up in the dictionary but they kept distracting me with ice cream. Must be a girl-thing.” Sora cocked his head and met Riku’s dubious gaze. “Riku, why are you turning red now too?”
Riku shook his head and managed to say, “Sora, you’re seventeen. How can you not know?”
Sora seemed to take offense at this and frowned. “Well, if you’d tell me then I’d know, wouldn’t I?”
Clearing his throat, Riku pointedly looked away as he rolled onto his side, lowered his hand and made a vulgar gesture with his fist. Sora’s eyebrows knit, uncomprehending for only half a second before understanding lit his eyes and he crumpled into his folded arms.
“Oh my god,” he moaned, voice muffled. “How am I ever going to face Kairi again?”
“How could you not know what ‘masterbate’ means?” Riku repeated, shaking his head as he resumed his recline on his stomach and erased the errant line he’d made earlier on his notebook.
“Hey,” Sora said, head popping up just long enough to give his friend an affronted look. “How am I supposed to know the meaning of a word I’d never heard before?”
One light gray, almost silvery eyebrow arched. “Sora, do you…?”
Sora’s face was once again buried in his arms, but Riku could see his ears turn pink.
He laughed. “What do you call it?”
Sora mumbled something that sounded very much like a few select words he’d never say in Kairi’s presence. Riku laughed harder.
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” he said, calming himself and tucking long strands of hair behind his ear. “Kairi probably thinks it’s cute that you’re so naïve.”
“I’m not naïve,” Sora said, finally lifting his head. He scrubbed his face in an agitated fashion and pretended to read his textbook. “I’ll never be able to look at Kairi or Selphie again without thinking…” He shook his head vigorously.
“It’s not that bad, is it? I mean-” Riku paused and shrugged one shoulder. “-the two of you will probably do worse some day.”
Wide blue eyes had stilled on their path across the page of his textbook. He looked up, eyebrows raised. “I-I don’t think about Kairi like that!”
Riku rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t saying that you did. I just meant that…”
Sora bit his lip and lowered his head to rest his chin on his arm, gaze searching. Riku looked away.
Riku had come to many realizations when he’d been in the darkness-and so, when he’d returned, he’d stepped back from the rivalry that had once existed between them about Kairi and who would one day win her affection. Sora had been the one person he’d wanted to see, at least once more, before reconciling himself to a half-life in someone else’s form-it had been an eye-opening, although not at all startling, revelation. Having noticed Riku’s distance, Sora had also stepped back, likely suspecting that Riku felt unworthy of Kairi’s affection after everything that had happened-a ridiculous notion that only Sora or Kairi-in this case, Sora-would pick up on and also one he probably felt it his duty to dissipate.
Riku sighed. “You’re still such a kid sometimes, Sora,” he said, smile teasing but voice hinting at something else entirely.
“No, I’m just not a pervert. We haven’t even kissed,” Sora said.
“Then kiss her,” Riku said. “Don’t you want to? She waited a long time for you.” He ran his pencil in mindless doodles down the margin of his notebook, ignoring the way Sora was now staring at him.
“She waited for both of us,” Sora said. “Besides, I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
A pause and then, “Should I kiss someone because I’m supposed to or because I want to?”
Riku glanced up at the odd question to find Sora regarding him with one of those earnest expressions that never failed to make Riku smile. “Because you want to, duh. Come on, Sora, don’t be so dense. It’s just a kiss; it’s not saving the world.”
Sora bit his lip, thoughtful, before nodding firmly, as if coming to a mental decision. Riku’s lips quirked. When Sora set his mind to accomplish something, there was little that could stand in his way. He would be happy for Sora and Kairi.
It was with much confusion then when he watched Sora raise his upper body and crawl forward on his forearms until his textbook was squashed underneath his weight and his tentative smile hovered inches in front of Riku’s wary face.
“Riku,” he said. “Can I kiss you?”
Riku swallowed. He might have laughed off the nerves somersaulting in his stomach if he didn’t think Sora would misinterpret it. Sora was so transparent, so honest in his emotions-and therefore, too easily provoked by enemies or wounded by friends.
It was a good thing then that rejecting Sora was the furthest thing from his mind. “You’re not supposed to ask someone to kiss him,” he said, although there was no bite in his tone considering his sudden severe lack in oxygen.
Sora nodded before craning his neck forward and pressing his mouth to Riku’s. Riku inhaled sharply, taking the breath from Sora’s slightly parted lips and holding it.
Sora’s kiss was not at all uncertain. He moved with purpose, lips gliding over lips, and if Riku thought it was a tad clumsily executed, he didn’t say so. He couldn’t say so as he was still reconciling himself with the fact that Sora was kissing him. He was afraid to breathe, afraid to do something that might shatter the moment. After long moments, during which Riku had not actually closed his eyes, Sora pulled back and smiled, pleased.
Riku felt it necessary to say something at that point so he forced air in and out of his lungs and attempted to say Sora’s name, but it came out a choked rasp instead. Sora’s eyes closed in mirth and he laughed, loudly and directly into Riku’s flushed face.
Recovering himself, he cleared his throat harshly and said, “I bet I could kiss better than that.” It was probably a stupid thing to say but when all other words failed, relying on their playful rivalry seemed the most reliable option.
At least it made Sora pause in his laughter. It was common knowledge-at least between the two friends-that Riku was typically better at doing things than Sora was, although their duels almost always ended in draws these days. Kissing was an entirely different matter though.
“Oh yeah?” Sora said, eyes twinkling. “Prove it.”
Riku had hesitated for all of a second before smirking and doing just that. Needless to say, they had gotten very little homework done.
A week and two make out sessions later, Riku watched the way their hands linked so casually and wished he had Sora’s aptitude for taking everything life threw at him in stride. Sora’s smiles were just as bright and sincere as they had been before they’d left Destiny Islands.
Although sometimes, when Riku looked at him, he could see his own darkness reflected in Sora’s eyes, in the memories they both held inside of them of battles and heartless and nobodies. He wondered if, in those moments, it was Roxas looking out at him through Sora’s eyes, but he knew that was unfair because everyone had darkness in them (barring the princesses), even the keyblade master.
Their memories were most prevalent when they fought, Way to the Dawn against the Kingdom Key. Their duels often began with playful taunts and shoes sinking in warm sand, making them clumsy, as Kairi laughed from the sidelines. But sometimes, the shadows in Sora’s eyes would deepen and Riku would often catch the dark glint of something unnatural in the flashing blade of Sora’s weapon, as if the Kingdom Key itself remembered just as well how it had once cut through the mysterious forms of the heartless. Rarely and if Sora was losing, the Kingdom Key would flicker away, replaced with Ultima Weapon and Riku would know then that Sora’s mind had traveled elsewhere, instincts he’d acquired in the other worlds running the fight.
So Sora wasn’t as untainted as he often appeared to be, but even so, Sora had the ability to barrel through whatever obstacle was set before him and somehow manage to come out the other end with his heart pure and in tact.
Riku carefully extracted his hand from Sora’s grip, making sure to keep his eyes averted so he wouldn’t have to see the objection on Sora’s face. He ran ahead, crossing the bridge and vaulting up onto the trunk of the Paopu tree to sit and wait for Sora to catch up. Sora would grab him by the shoulders and physically shake him if he ever voiced aloud the guilt that still sat, unyielding, at the back of his mind. Despite the things he’d done and been willing to do to atone for his foolishness, despite the forgiveness that Sora and Kairi had never even considered not giving him, he was always aware that many of those shadows darkening Sora’s-and Kairi’s-eyes were a direct result of his own actions.
He dodged the swipe of Sora’s hand as the brunette came up behind him.
“You okay, Riku?” Sora asked as he easily jumped over the thick tree trunk. He shouldered his weight against it, arms crossed, and angled Riku a curious glance.
Riku laughed and shrugged off Sora’s concern. “I’m fine. What do you want to do today?” He ran the pads of his fingers over the rough contours of the bark beneath him as he stared out into the sea, the familiarity both comforting and disturbing-comforting because, regardless of all that had happened, home had remained the place he remembered in his heart; and disturbing for the exact same reason-it had remained stagnant, unchanged…boring.
“How long until Kairi gets here?” Sora asked as he pulled himself up beside his friend and nudged Riku’s side with his elbow. He glanced behind them but they were a good distance from the town and no one ever came there except for them. Everyone seemed to understand that that particular place had been unofficially claimed by the three friends and left it alone most days.
No one was on the beach either. Sora smiled.
“I don’t know, half an hour at least. She said her club meeting was an hour long.”
“Okay.” Sora reached out, the slight pressure of his fingers on Riku’s cheek turning his face away from the distant horizon.
For a second, Riku’s expression mirrored one Sora usually wore when he was caught off guard-wide-eyed and a little dumbstruck. The corners of Sora’s lips trembled, resisting the urge to smile before the urge won and he grinned goofily. Riku would have jerked away, embarrassed, except Sora’s fingers had tightened around his hair.
“Look sharp,” Sora murmured before he closed the distance between them.
Riku smirked. Leave it to Sora to break up the mundane.
The brunette’s mouth slid easily over his, pressing with that same drive Sora displayed in all his endeavors-and right then he was endeavoring to turn Riku into a stuttering pile of mush, the opposite of his usual cool, controlled demeanor, and Riku would be damned if he was going to admit that it was working. Something wet and smooth slid along his bottom lip and he opened his mouth, sucking gently on Sora’s tongue. He tasted like the juice they’d just had at Sora’s house.
Fingers dug into his scalp as Sora angled his head and leaned forward, tongue sweeping through his mouth. Riku reached back to steady himself and too late remembered they were sitting on a tree trunk. His hand met empty air and he might have fallen off into an undignified heap if Sora hadn’t grasped his arm and pulled him back into a safe position.
And then Sora, predictably, pulled away and laughed uproariously at Riku’s temporary lapse in awareness. Naturally, Riku couldn’t let that stand.
He slid from his perch, grabbing Sora’s hand and tugging the brunette down with him. Sora went willingly, still grinning broadly and oblivious to the intent in Riku’s expression. He pushed the brunette against the tree, Sora’s shoulders hitting the trunk enough to finally wilt his smile.
“Aw, come on, Riku, you have to admit-that was pretty funny,” Sora said. He attempted to slide his hand to the back of his neck and affect a carefree pose, but Riku grasped his wrist and pinned it at his side before leaning forward and cutting off anything else Sora might have said with a firm kiss. Sora made a small sound of surprise before easing into it, his free hand clenching around Riku’s bicep.
Due to the consistently warm weather of the islands, Riku had continued to wear his sleeveless zip-ups and vests. At least they were more practical than Sora’s array of belts and buckles. Proof for just how functional his wardrobe was presented itself then as Sora’s fingers slid over his bare shoulders and beneath both his vest and shirt, thumb smoothing over the ridge of his clavicle.
Their tongues slid together, entwining. Hot puffs of air exchanged between their mouths, heating lips damp with saliva. Sora’s hand slipped free only to reach for the zipper of Riku’s shirt. Riku’s eyes opened.
Sora pulled back an inch, meeting Riku’s gaze not two inches away from his. “Is this okay?” Sora asked, pulling slowly on the zipper.
Riku could only nod as he released Sora’s wrist and dug his fingers into the brunette’s hip through the cloth of Sora’s pants. “Should we be doing this?” he asked.
Sora dipped his head and pressed his damp mouth to Riku’s jaw, sliding his lips down along the slope of his neck as he finished unzipping Riku’s shirt. He trailed his fingers up the ridges of a firm stomach, making the muscles beneath his touch jump and shift in surprise, before pressing his gloved palms to Riku’s chest. Riku clung to Sora’s hips and shuddered.
“It’s okay, Riku,” Sora said quietly, and he seemed to understand what Riku had really been asking.
Is it? Riku thought, but didn’t say out loud. Sora was already pushing his clothes off his shoulders and he let them fall away. They dropped with a dull thud on the sand at their feet.
Sora’s hands lifted from him momentarily, just long enough for him to pull off his gloves, which were also dropped carelessly into the sand, before his hands rested on Riku’s back, calloused fingers tracing the curve of his spine.
Riku nudged Sora’s head back with his nose before latching onto the skin just beneath the brunette’s jaw. He sucked languidly at the skin there before running his tongue down along the thick tendon in Sora’s neck. He tasted slightly gritty, vaguely salty from the day’s sweat and Riku sank his teeth into the tender skin just hard enough for Sora to moan quietly into the still air.
He inhaled sharply as Sora’s hands slid down the hollow of his back, fingers dipping into his low-slung pants, playing over the swell of his backside. He lifted his head, capturing Sora’s mouth again, his own hands sliding beneath Sora’s shirt and up along the lean sides of his waist. Encouraged, Sora’s teasing fingers slid lower, filling rough palms with the tight muscles of each firm buttock.
Riku hands slid back down to Sora’s hips before jerking them forward, pressing their groins together. Both boys gasped.
“Riku, you’re…” Sora said, panting against his lips.
Riku smirked in response. “I know. So are you.” He pressed Sora back against the tree trunk, hips thrusting forward, feeling the hard length of Sora’s erection through their pants. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
Sora bit his bottom lip, arching against Riku, sweaty palms kneading and squeezing the curves of Riku’s butt. “No,” he said, before pausing to laugh at himself. “Do you?”
Riku’s face was pressed into Sora’s neck, lapping at the skin and the sheen of sweat that had accumulated. He shook his head and muttered, “No, but this feels good, right?”
Sora’s chest shook against his as he laughed again and nodded enthusiastically. “Don’t stop,” he said, pulling Riku against him harder, hips grinding. “Nnngg. I hope no one comes by before Kairi.”
“They’d get an eyeful.” Riku lifted his head enough to whisper in Sora’s ear, “Sora, I have an idea.”
Sora grunted something as he arched and twisted against Riku, heat and sweat and tension wringing from their bodies.
“Masturbate for me,” Riku said. Sora stilled and Riku could practically feel Sora’s cock jump in response despite the heat that crawled up Sora’s neck, turning his cheeks bright red. Riku grinned. “You do remember what that word means, right?”
Sora wrinkled his nose, still blushing, and pinched Riku’s bottom hard. “Yes, I remember.” And to stress his point and not let the other man win that particular jab, he slid one hand around Riku’s hip-possible only because of how baggy Riku wore his pants-and cupped the erection straining his underwear. Riku groaned into his neck as Sora stroked him. His fingers dipped to brush the soft flesh of his balls before he dragged his hand up the length of Riku’s cock until the damp, sticky head pressed into his palm.
“Sora…shit.” For someone who was supposed to be naïve, Sora certainly had enthusiasm for learning. Riku sucked hard on the skin beneath his mouth and jerked frantically at the belt of Sora’s pants. With the belt open, he quickly unzipped the front and pushed his hand past the elastic waistband of Sora’s underwear. He curled his fingers around Sora’s cock, hot and heavy in his hand, and flexed his wrist, pumping jerkily.
Riku lifted his head, smirking at the dark red bruise he’d left on Sora’s neck, before covering Sora’s mouth, tongue delving into that damp heat. Their breaths came in heavy pants, lips and tongues sliding wetly together. Their hands worked furiously, legs entwined, hips separated only enough to give each other room, Sora’s other hand still latched firmly to Riku’s bottom.
“Hurry,” Riku breathed into Sora’s mouth. “Kairi’s going to…unnh…be here soon.”
Sora nodded absently, hand working faster. Riku groaned, head falling back as he gasped for air. His own wrist was cramping but the discomfort was minor compared the heat pooling and burning in his gut. Sora’s fingers were rough against him as he rocked his hips into Sora’s strokes.
“Riku-” Sora’s body strained against his, mouth falling open in a soundless scream.
His hips jerked forward and his cock pulsed in Riku’s hand before wet heat flooded over his fingers.
Riku watched him come, watched the way Sora’s eyes squeezed shut, the way the muscles in his neck tensed and his mouth fell lax. The sight was enough for the heat in his gut to snap and he hissed a curse as he came into Sora’s hand. He slumped forward, not concerned about leaning his weight against Sora, who didn’t seem to mind anyway what with the way the brunette was clinging to him.
“Sora,” he said, the dampness in his pants uncomfortable. “I don’t think we should meet Kairi like this.”
Sora licked his cheek. “We’ll have to tell her soon. I don’t like hiding this from her.”
Riku turned his head so Sora could see his face and arched an eyebrow suggestively.
Sora’s eyes widened and he blushed again. His fist connected with Riku’s shoulder but their proximity failed to make it a very hard punch. “I didn’t mean this, I meant…” He turned his face away until his blush had faded. “Riku, you’re such a pervert.”
“I’m the pervert?” Riku laughed as he stepped away, breaking Sora’s grip on him. He leaned over to pick up his shirt and tossed Sora his gloves, which the boy pocketed.
“Sora! Riku!”
Both boys stiffened. They turned to see Kairi running up the bridge. They looked at each other, at their flushed faces and mussed hair, at the mess in their hands, at the twin damp spots on the front of their pants-spots not easily explained away with feeble excuses-and panicked.
They both nodded decisively.
“Uh…meet you on the beach!” Sora shouted at her before they spun on their heels and leaped off the edge of the island into the water below.
The End.