Riku and Sora Make a Porno-Uncensored!

Chapter Three: Butt Capes and Clown Shoes

KEY: Anything surrounded by / / is something Riku is thinking. Anything surrounded by // // is something Sora is thinking. Anything surrounded by /// /// is something Riku and Sora are thinking simultaneously.

WARNINGS: More perverted conversations and male body parts getting aroused. Plus butt-capes. LOTS of fun with butt-capes. ;) (But no lemons yet, sorry.)

“Sora, are you sure you still want to do this? I can call Axel and Roxas and tell them not to come over, you know.”

“Yes, Riku, I still want to do this! I told you, I fainted because I saw you in your underwear! It was, um…shock…or something. Plus, our savings are half gone. If this movie doesn’t work out, we’ll be on the street.”

“OK, OK! …Do I really look that bad in just my boxers?”

“Uh…” Sora looked away, blushing. In truth, he’d been dreaming about Riku in his underwear every single night since they’d filmed that scene, as well as trying to figure out a way to steal Riku’s underwear from his drawer in their shared dresser. (His latest plan involved someone dropping him from the ceiling on a rope while he shot Riku with tranquilizers. He also wondered whether it would be possible to molest Riku if he had tranquilizers in him...)

“Hey, dude, you look kinda funny. You sure you’re feeling OK?” Riku leaned over the couch that Sora was sprawled on and, without thinking, put his hand on Sora’s forehead, as if checking for a fever.

The reaction was instantaneous.

Upon feeling Riku’s cool, dry, incredibly sexy hand on his head, Sora’s face went as red as Axel’s hair. “YARGH!” He yelled, jumping about a foot off the couch and attempting to climb up the apartment wall. “DON’T TOUCH MY HEAD! DON’T TOUCH! DOOONNN’T TOOOUUUCCCHHHH!”

“Okay, man!” Riku cried, snatching his hand away from Sora and backing away to the other side of the room. “Sorry…”

“It’s OK,” said Sora, calming down slightly and turning around quickly, showing Riku his back and thankful that his baggy pants hid Sora Junior’s reaction to his friend’s touch.

/Jeez…what was that about?/ Riku walked into the bedroom, peering out the door at the spiky brunet on the couch. /All I did was touch him./

/Maybe he thinks I’m a pervert?! Oh, shit! I totally screwed up any chance I had to get him like me, didn’t I? I’m so stupid! No one likes it when people just randomly touch them. We learned that back in grade school!/

The front door banged open, causing Riku to jump about a foot into the air.

“We’re here, bitches!” Axel yelled. “Come on, let’s get going! This porno’s not going to film itself!”

“Kami!” Riku snarled, storming out of the bedroom and glaring at the smirking redhead. “Can’t you guys knock like normal people!?”

“Oooh, teen angst!” Axel leaned against the wall, smirk turned up full-force in Riku’s direction. “What’s up, Rikee?”

“NOTHING!” Riku yelled, storming back into the bedroom.

“What KIND of nothing?” More smirking.

“Axel, shut it and set up the camera,” Roxas walked in, lugging the heavy black messenger bag with the camera equipment inside behind him. He thrust the bag into his boyfriend’s arms and collapsed onto the couch next to Sora.

“You’re no fun, Roxy,” Axel pouted slightly as he started pulling tangles of black wire and a folded up tripod from the messenger bag. “Maybe filming more private stuff for the movie will loosen you up, hm?” He grinned over at Roxas, running his poison-green eyes up and down his body, mentally undressing him.

“Axel, not in front of Sora!” Roxas was blushing furiously.

“It’s fine,” Sora said, smiling slightly at the couple and wishing he could have something similar.

“Oooooooh…Are you giving us permission, Sora?” Axel gave a lazy, cat-like grin.

“AXEL, IF YOU START, I’LL KILL YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW!” Came a shout from the bedroom.

“Some friend you are, Riku.” Axel went back to pouting and untangling the camera wires.

“OK, while Axel’s setting up the camera, let’s go over the scene. Riku, get your ass out of the bedroom. Axel still has Olette on speed dial.” Roxas yanked the script out of his pants pocket and studied it for a minute.

Needless to say, Riku got his ass out of the bedroom, and into the armchair in the living room.

“Alright. In this scene, Riku will be a villain, and Sora will be a mighty hero. You two will face off at opposite ends of the room, and then you’ll start fighting and knock each other onto the couch. Then you’ll start disrobing each other. We’ll cut before either of you are fully naked; don’t worry. Here are your lines; you can take ten minutes to memorize them before we start filming.” Roxas handed Riku and Sora bunches of notecards.

“‘My mightiest weapon is down below?’” Riku arched a silver brow at Roxas. “What the hell, man? This is crap! I’m not saying this!”

“Actually, Axel came up with that line.” Roxas blushed again, rubbing the back of his neck as Sora laughed.

“Yes, and if you diss my lines again, you might just find those cute little pirate boxers of yours all over YouTube, Riku,” Axel said simply.

Riku closed his eyes, not believing the amount of blackmail he was giving the redhead. “Fine…” he gritted out. “I’ll do it.”

“Thanks, Riku.” Sora gave him a huge smile, and Riku’s stomach did a weird flip. But it wasn’t a bad kind of weird.

“Great.” Roxas clapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s get you into your villain costume.”

“My…villain costume? What’s that?” Riku was beginning to feel alarmed.

Axel pulled a length of midnight blue cloth from the messenger bag. “My old Halloween
costume.” He smirked. “Roxas ‘n’ me had fun with this thing.” He patted it fondly, sighing with content. “It’s too small now, though, so it should fit you.”

Riku groaned, but grabbed the costume from Axel and went into the bedroom to change.

“C’mon, Sora,” said Roxas. “Let’s go to your room and see if you have any good hero clothes.”

“You don’t have a Halloween costume for me?” Sora looked a bit disappointed.

“Nope. Axel likes to be the villain in bed.”

Sora’s cheeks pinked slightly. “TMI, Roxas,” he muttered. “TMI.” (A.N.:TMI = Too Much Information)

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“OK, Sora, show Axel how you look!” Roxas shouted from the other end of the refrigerator, which Sora was changing behind.

“Roooxxaaassss…this is dumb…” Sora moaned. “I don’t even have a cape! All the really cool heroes have capes.”

“I told you, a cape’ll just get in the way of the camera. You look great! Now come out. Don’t be like Riku…”

A few minutes later, Sora emerged from the kitchen, pouting. From the waist up, he was wearing his usual short sleeved, black and silver hoodie and thin black tank top. But below, he had on a pair of baggy red pants that were too small and showed off everything from the knee down, decked out with some silver chains courtesy of Roxas. To make things worse, he was wearing a pair of yellow clown shoes.

“Um…wow.” Axel was trying very hard not to laugh. “You look…good, Sora. Very interesting.”

“Don’t lie, Axel.” Sora snapped. “The only reason I still have these shoes is ‘cause Kairi got them for me.”

“Ohh… Did you have a fight that day or somethin’?” Axel’s eyes were wide, trying to simply take Sora in.

“No.” Sora’s pout grew deeper. “All the guys on Destiny Islands wear these shoes! That’s why she got them for me. She said they were cool…”

“O-kay. And the pants…?”

“I just never threw these away! They’re too small! Can’t I just wear my regular pants, Roxas?” Sora cried.

“I never knew your legs were so scrawny…” Axel muttered.

“What was that, Axel?” Sora’s cerulean eyes were glaring a hole through Axel’s black coat.

“NOTHING! Nothing at all…”

“Hey Riku! You done preening in there? Come on out!” Roxas yelled at the bedroom door.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and out stepped a very angry looking god.

Sora nearly fainted again looking at how tight the dark blue material was on his body, how the jumpsuit hugged every corded muscle and ab in Riku’s body. And Riku was ripped. A stylized black and red heart on the front of the suit accentuated his chest muscles, and he was wearing a pair of red and blue boots to match. To finish the whole thing off, a long drape of white feathers tipped in pale blue fell around Riku’s waist, which was cinched with a silver belt.

Sora began thanking the gods that Roxas had had the genius to put him in baggy pants.

“I was right,” Riku snarled. “I was abso-fucking-lutely right! You did make me dress up as a girl, Pyru! What is this fruity getup, anyway!? Your sister’s prom dress?”

Axel shrugged. “It’s a Dark Princess of Heart costume. You remember those old fairy tales, about the seven Princesses of Heart?”

“Fuck you.”

“Ah, Axel, I told you not to put the Butt-Cape in there!” Roxas groaned.

“But I like the Butt-Cape, Roxy! It’s my favorite part of the costume!” Axel protested.

“What’s the Butt-Cape?” Riku looked between Roxas and Axel nervously.

“That.” Roxas pointed at the feathered drape around Riku’s waist.

Riku glared bloody murder at Axel. “You better buy a new lock for your door, Axel,” he said darkly.

“Alright, let’s film this thing already.” Roxas said. “Axel, finish with camera. You two.” He pointed at Riku and Sora. “Learn your lines. We’re on in ten.”

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“OK, are we ready with the camera?” Roxas yelled. At Axel’s nod, he shoved Sora and Riku into their proper positions-facing each other at opposite ends of the living room-and ran over to his boyfriend’s side.

“And…ACTION!” He cried.

Riku strode forward powerfully, his muscles rippling and a cold expression on his face. Sora swallowed hard, feeling ripples of excitement and even a little fear (Riku really looked the part of the Bloodthirsty Sex Fiend) coursing through him.

“So we meet again, O Mighty Keyblade Wielder,” Riku spoke deeply and seriously. “I assume you wish to lock the Keyhole I have within me?”

Sora glared at Roxas. “This is so…perverted!” He mouthed at the blond.

“It’s a PORNO, remember?” Roxas hissed back, making furious motions with his arms for them to continue.

Sora turned back to Riku. “I have indeed come for your Keyhole, Black Princess of Heart,” he said, blue eyes taking on a determined sheen. “Are you planning on fighting me, or will you allow me and my Key to pass?”

“Never,” Riku continued, while giving Axel and Roxas Death Glares for calling him a princess. “You will never win…for my mightiest weapon is down below!”

The two leapt at each other and began to playfully wrestle around. After about six retakes due to Sora giggling uncontrollably and Riku’s foot once lashing out and knocking over the camera, they finally had each other on the couch. And neither of them knew what to do.

“Start taking each other’s shirts off!” Roxas hissed.

//I don’t think I can do this.// Sora lifted shaky hands to Riku’s chest as a certain part of his anatomy down below swelled uncomfortably.

Riku’s heart started beating ten times faster in his chest as Sora’s fingers brushed against him, and he reached out and touched Sora’s hoodie. Sora didn’t cringe away this time, and Riku could feel himself responding to the thought that he was going to see Sora with his shirt off right now…

“Ah, never mind. Cut,” came Roxas’s voice, sounding disappointed. “You two aren’t going to be able to get the reaction I want. You look like teenagers on your first date, not like two beings of unbridled passion. Axel and me’ll do it later.”

“What were you expecting, Roxas? They’re straight,” Axel said as he turned off the camera and started packing it away.

Sora and Riku both snatched their fingers away, disappointed that the moment had been taken away from them. Sora resisted the impulse to run his fingers through Riku’s long, shiny silver hair with difficulty, and Riku likewise resisted the impulse to feel up Sora’s ass.

“Come oooonnnn, Roxas. I want to get filming now,” Axel whined, a certain lecherous gleam in his eyes that made Riku and Sora back away slowly.

“Okay, I’m coming.” Roxas packed a few last things away in the messenger bag. “Riku, you need to get changed out of that costume…”

“Never mind that! He can keep it.” Axel had apparently decided that he wanted Roxas now, and so clamped his hand around the blond’s wrist and dragged him out.

“Bye guys! See you tomorrow,” Roxas shouted as he was noisily dragged down the apartment stairs.

“This whole day has been so weird…” Sora shook his head.

“Hey man, can you help me here? This belt is stuck.” Riku was yanking at the silver belt holding the Butt-Cape, which supposedly had fit the much-thinner Axel well and was too tight on him. Something akin to “Fuck you, Axel” came out of his mouth.

//Looks like we’re doing the scene after all.// Sora lifted his hands to Riku’s waist and started pulling at the belt, trying to ignore his sweaty palms, racing heart, and heightened arousal.

“Why won’t it come loose!?” Riku scowled, reaching down and yanking on the other side of the belt.

“I’m trying-it’s really stuck!” Sora pulled as hard as he could.

“GODDAMMIT!” Riku shouted. He and Sora both pulled on the belt as hard as they could-and Riku tripped on an uneven part in the carpet.

“Whoa!” The taller boy fell on top of Sora, his ass landing right on the brunet’s lap.

Both of them sat like that for a minute, stunned and embarrassed.

“Sorry!” Riku finally managed to get out, before dashing into the bedroom to struggle with the belt in private, leaving Sora paralyzed on the couch.

Both of them were thinking the same thing.

///That was the most awkward moment of my life.///