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Adult ++
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My turn
Hey all you guys! I was gonna write the rape in this chap but I got carried away with the Riku and Sora part of the story. Basically this chapter is one big... well it doesn't really count as a lemon if they don't go 'all the way' but yeah, it's Riku and Sora getting a lot closer.
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Chapter 4: My turn
"Sora, Riku, what are you two doing!"
Sephiroth stood there in the doorway, shock written on his face. Sora could feel Riku's heart pound in his chest, fear gripping him. They both knew how dangerous Riku's dad was, and Riku was going to protect Sora, so he kept lying on top of him. They both jumped at the noise Sephiroth made, expecting it to be angry. Instead they stared in disbelief as Riku’s dad doubled over in hysterical laughter.
“Good one Riku, pretending you and Sora were… together! Nearly gave me a heart attack!”
Riku turned to face his dad, a serious look on his face.
“I wasn’t pretending!” He said sternly. Riku’s dad just kept laughing and got up, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. He stumbled out the doorway and headed back home next-door. Sora looked up at Riku, a slightly scared look on his face.
“He really has snapped hasn’t he?”
“Yep.” Riku replied with a sigh, his dad may be laughing now but he would be hitting him later. Sora sensed Riku’s apprehension and decided to take his mind off it.
“Wanna play a video game?” He asked in a cutesy voice. Riku chuckled and nodded. He got off of Sora and pulled him to his feet. Sora walked into the front room, expecting Riku to jump him any second. He relaxed when the attack never came, only to be caught off guard the second he went to sit down on the couch.
“Riku, stop it!” Sora cried in desperation as Riku ran his fingers up and down Sora’s sides, almost tickling him to death. Sora opened his mouth to plead again when Riku pulled Sora’s face towards his, trapping him in a heated kiss. His hands stopped tickling Sora and instead started to graze softly across his abs, reaching up to his nipples. Riku gave them an affectionate tweak and laughed softly into Sora’s mouth at the moan the boy had just released. He guided Sora’s hands to his own chest, feeling them shake slightly.
“Don’t be scared.” Riku whispered softly against Sora’s mouth. Sora knew Riku was scared too; he could feel his heart beating frantically beneath his hands. He slowly drew his hands across Riku’s chest, bringing his head down to gently kiss the pale skin. He dragged his teeth across the pink nub, feeling the waves of pleasure pulse through Riku’s body. Riku reached for the bottom of Sora’s shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it in some random direction. Riku moved his hips so that they came in direct contact with Sora’s. He ground their hips together, both boys groaning loudly at the contact. Neither of them had noticed that Sora’s shirt had never hit the ground; Sora’s mum had caught it.
“Care to explain why I hear groaning and why your shirt is in my hand, if you can call this a shirt? It feels like netting to me.” Sora’s mum asked. Sora turned about seven shades of red and thanked god for the first time that his mum was blind. He looked at Riku and pressed a finger to his lips, signalling for him to stay silent.
“Well, I was flicking through the channels, and I found this um… x-rated one. I was about to turn it off when you walked in!”
“And the shirt?”
“Umm… we were playing that game where if you don’t answer the question correctly then you have to take off an item of clothing. He asked me what the capital of Iceland was. I said Reykjavik but I didn’t know how to spell it… hence the shirt.”
“Who is ‘we’?” Sora’s mum asked, not believing a word Sora was saying. Sora looked at Riku and held up three fingers in countdown. He mouthed, three… two… one!
“Run Riku!” Sora cried as the two boys made a frantic dash for the stairs. Sora’s mum laughed and growled loudly, causing Sora to scream and run straight into his bedroom door. It swung open and Sora fell down, Riku running in behind him and slamming the door shut. He bolted the door and flopped down on the bed, panting in exhaustion. Sora dragged himself onto the bed and lay next to Riku.
“Sora?”
“Yeah?”
“How the fuck do you know what the capital of Iceland is?”
“We had to learn the capitals of loads of countries in year 4.”
“What’s the capital of…Sweden?
“Stockholm.”
“Finland?”
“Helsinki.”
“France?”
“Duh! Paris.”
“Egypt?”
“Cairo.”
“Greenland?”
“Umm…”
“Ha I win, now you have to take off your shirt!”
“No, wait! It’s Naak!”
“Nuuk, you jackass!” Riku waved his arms in victory and began flopping around like crazy. Sora looked at him, thinking he had finally snapped when all of a sudden he stopped and looked at him.
“Well, you lost.”
“I’m not wearing a shirt.”
“Well then I guess you’ll have to take off your pants!” Riku jumped on top of Sora, pinning him to the bed on his stomach. Sora’s arms flailed about wildly as Riku tried to hold him down.
“Come on Sora. You know you want to.” Sora craned his neck round and looked up at Riku; his doubtful eyes met Riku’s lustful ones. Riku continued to pin Sora down with his knees while he slid off his already open shirt. He flipped Sora onto his back and brought his hands up the head of the bed. He used his shirt to tie them the metal bar there. Sora was now completely at Riku’s mercy, and to be honest he didn’t really mind.
Riku brought his head up to meet Sora’s, fiercely kissing the boy. Sora obediently opened his mouth, letting Riku slide his tongue in. Riku caught Sora’s lip in his teeth, gently nibbling it. He continued to distract Sora as he slowly slid his hands down, undoing the drawstring of his pants and sliding them slowly down his hips. Sora suddenly realised that his pants were down to his knees and squeaked. Riku chuckled and kissed him lightly on the end of his nose. Sora felt the familiar warm feeling he got whenever Riku was around him growing in his stomach. He felt himself harden as Riku made feather kisses all over his chest.
Riku continued these kisses, gradually taking them further south. He soon reached the waistband of Sora’s boxers. He pulled them down ever so slowly, watching Sora struggle between embarrassment and lust. Once the boxers were out of the way Riku looked at Sora’s naked body, smiling at what he saw. He lowered his mouth to Sora’s erection and gently kissed the tip, barely touching it. Sora moaned and bucked his hips, desperate for release. Riku held them down firmly to the bed as he slowly licked the underside or Sora’s erection.
“Nghh… Riku please!”
“Please what?” Riku asked sweetly while continuing to gently kiss Sora all over.
“Take me. All of me!” Sora cried, tears of frustration threatening to fall from his eyes. Riku decided Sora had waited long enough and took all of him in his mouth.
Sora moaned in pleasure as he felt the warmth of Riku’s mouth enclose him. Riku slowly slid his mouth up and down Sora’s shaft, deep throating him. Sora could feel the feeling in his stomach intensify a thousand times, continuing to grow as Riku began to hum in the back of his throat. Each vibration sending sparks through his spine and driving him crazy. Riku knew that Sora would climax soon and he began to hum louder, causing Sora to cry out his name as he came.
“Riku!” Sora cried as he spilled his seed into his lover’s waiting mouth. Riku took every last drop of Sora, licking the excess off his chin. He brought his mouth up to Sora’s, letting him taste himself.
“Like the taste?” Riku asked seductively.
“You will taste better.” Sora added, a lustful glint in his eyes. “If you would untie me.”
Riku reached up and undid the knot that bound Sora’s hands. Sora brought his hands down and looked at the red welds in his wrists. He slowly massaged them and looked up at Riku, an evil grin spread across his face.
“My turn.”
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Dun dun dun! Oh yeah and I found some really cool fanart pics but they're NC-17 rated to you have been warned. Here's the link. it didn't work on fanfiction either so here is the link with spaces! just delete them!
http :// www . fanart-central . net / user-cerasly . php
I didn't draw them.. I suck at drawing! But I think they're pretty good!
R & R
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Chapter 4: My turn
"Sora, Riku, what are you two doing!"
Sephiroth stood there in the doorway, shock written on his face. Sora could feel Riku's heart pound in his chest, fear gripping him. They both knew how dangerous Riku's dad was, and Riku was going to protect Sora, so he kept lying on top of him. They both jumped at the noise Sephiroth made, expecting it to be angry. Instead they stared in disbelief as Riku’s dad doubled over in hysterical laughter.
“Good one Riku, pretending you and Sora were… together! Nearly gave me a heart attack!”
Riku turned to face his dad, a serious look on his face.
“I wasn’t pretending!” He said sternly. Riku’s dad just kept laughing and got up, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. He stumbled out the doorway and headed back home next-door. Sora looked up at Riku, a slightly scared look on his face.
“He really has snapped hasn’t he?”
“Yep.” Riku replied with a sigh, his dad may be laughing now but he would be hitting him later. Sora sensed Riku’s apprehension and decided to take his mind off it.
“Wanna play a video game?” He asked in a cutesy voice. Riku chuckled and nodded. He got off of Sora and pulled him to his feet. Sora walked into the front room, expecting Riku to jump him any second. He relaxed when the attack never came, only to be caught off guard the second he went to sit down on the couch.
“Riku, stop it!” Sora cried in desperation as Riku ran his fingers up and down Sora’s sides, almost tickling him to death. Sora opened his mouth to plead again when Riku pulled Sora’s face towards his, trapping him in a heated kiss. His hands stopped tickling Sora and instead started to graze softly across his abs, reaching up to his nipples. Riku gave them an affectionate tweak and laughed softly into Sora’s mouth at the moan the boy had just released. He guided Sora’s hands to his own chest, feeling them shake slightly.
“Don’t be scared.” Riku whispered softly against Sora’s mouth. Sora knew Riku was scared too; he could feel his heart beating frantically beneath his hands. He slowly drew his hands across Riku’s chest, bringing his head down to gently kiss the pale skin. He dragged his teeth across the pink nub, feeling the waves of pleasure pulse through Riku’s body. Riku reached for the bottom of Sora’s shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it in some random direction. Riku moved his hips so that they came in direct contact with Sora’s. He ground their hips together, both boys groaning loudly at the contact. Neither of them had noticed that Sora’s shirt had never hit the ground; Sora’s mum had caught it.
“Care to explain why I hear groaning and why your shirt is in my hand, if you can call this a shirt? It feels like netting to me.” Sora’s mum asked. Sora turned about seven shades of red and thanked god for the first time that his mum was blind. He looked at Riku and pressed a finger to his lips, signalling for him to stay silent.
“Well, I was flicking through the channels, and I found this um… x-rated one. I was about to turn it off when you walked in!”
“And the shirt?”
“Umm… we were playing that game where if you don’t answer the question correctly then you have to take off an item of clothing. He asked me what the capital of Iceland was. I said Reykjavik but I didn’t know how to spell it… hence the shirt.”
“Who is ‘we’?” Sora’s mum asked, not believing a word Sora was saying. Sora looked at Riku and held up three fingers in countdown. He mouthed, three… two… one!
“Run Riku!” Sora cried as the two boys made a frantic dash for the stairs. Sora’s mum laughed and growled loudly, causing Sora to scream and run straight into his bedroom door. It swung open and Sora fell down, Riku running in behind him and slamming the door shut. He bolted the door and flopped down on the bed, panting in exhaustion. Sora dragged himself onto the bed and lay next to Riku.
“Sora?”
“Yeah?”
“How the fuck do you know what the capital of Iceland is?”
“We had to learn the capitals of loads of countries in year 4.”
“What’s the capital of…Sweden?
“Stockholm.”
“Finland?”
“Helsinki.”
“France?”
“Duh! Paris.”
“Egypt?”
“Cairo.”
“Greenland?”
“Umm…”
“Ha I win, now you have to take off your shirt!”
“No, wait! It’s Naak!”
“Nuuk, you jackass!” Riku waved his arms in victory and began flopping around like crazy. Sora looked at him, thinking he had finally snapped when all of a sudden he stopped and looked at him.
“Well, you lost.”
“I’m not wearing a shirt.”
“Well then I guess you’ll have to take off your pants!” Riku jumped on top of Sora, pinning him to the bed on his stomach. Sora’s arms flailed about wildly as Riku tried to hold him down.
“Come on Sora. You know you want to.” Sora craned his neck round and looked up at Riku; his doubtful eyes met Riku’s lustful ones. Riku continued to pin Sora down with his knees while he slid off his already open shirt. He flipped Sora onto his back and brought his hands up the head of the bed. He used his shirt to tie them the metal bar there. Sora was now completely at Riku’s mercy, and to be honest he didn’t really mind.
Riku brought his head up to meet Sora’s, fiercely kissing the boy. Sora obediently opened his mouth, letting Riku slide his tongue in. Riku caught Sora’s lip in his teeth, gently nibbling it. He continued to distract Sora as he slowly slid his hands down, undoing the drawstring of his pants and sliding them slowly down his hips. Sora suddenly realised that his pants were down to his knees and squeaked. Riku chuckled and kissed him lightly on the end of his nose. Sora felt the familiar warm feeling he got whenever Riku was around him growing in his stomach. He felt himself harden as Riku made feather kisses all over his chest.
Riku continued these kisses, gradually taking them further south. He soon reached the waistband of Sora’s boxers. He pulled them down ever so slowly, watching Sora struggle between embarrassment and lust. Once the boxers were out of the way Riku looked at Sora’s naked body, smiling at what he saw. He lowered his mouth to Sora’s erection and gently kissed the tip, barely touching it. Sora moaned and bucked his hips, desperate for release. Riku held them down firmly to the bed as he slowly licked the underside or Sora’s erection.
“Nghh… Riku please!”
“Please what?” Riku asked sweetly while continuing to gently kiss Sora all over.
“Take me. All of me!” Sora cried, tears of frustration threatening to fall from his eyes. Riku decided Sora had waited long enough and took all of him in his mouth.
Sora moaned in pleasure as he felt the warmth of Riku’s mouth enclose him. Riku slowly slid his mouth up and down Sora’s shaft, deep throating him. Sora could feel the feeling in his stomach intensify a thousand times, continuing to grow as Riku began to hum in the back of his throat. Each vibration sending sparks through his spine and driving him crazy. Riku knew that Sora would climax soon and he began to hum louder, causing Sora to cry out his name as he came.
“Riku!” Sora cried as he spilled his seed into his lover’s waiting mouth. Riku took every last drop of Sora, licking the excess off his chin. He brought his mouth up to Sora’s, letting him taste himself.
“Like the taste?” Riku asked seductively.
“You will taste better.” Sora added, a lustful glint in his eyes. “If you would untie me.”
Riku reached up and undid the knot that bound Sora’s hands. Sora brought his hands down and looked at the red welds in his wrists. He slowly massaged them and looked up at Riku, an evil grin spread across his face.
“My turn.”
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Dun dun dun! Oh yeah and I found some really cool fanart pics but they're NC-17 rated to you have been warned. Here's the link. it didn't work on fanfiction either so here is the link with spaces! just delete them!
http :// www . fanart-central . net / user-cerasly . php
I didn't draw them.. I suck at drawing! But I think they're pretty good!
R & R