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Adult ++
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7
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Top of the line GPS, baby!
What was it that I said about Sora and Riku being the true authors? Yeah well, they're locked in a closet right now having hot, passionate sex just to spite me because I denied them a sex scene twice in a row. Eh, what can you do though? That's what happens when you try to develop a plot. Even freaking Kirafics, author of Taming Riki, aka: one of the most smut-filled and debased fics I have ever read in my life, goes chapters without sex. ...Or, at least I think she does. No, I'm not ragging on Kirafics. I love Kirafics. Kirafics, you're awesome. But I really wish I could just read Taming Riki without spending 25+ bucks per book.
Anyways, here I present to you, chapter—what are we on now??? Four? Yeah, we're gonna go with four. Have fun!
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Sora's P.O.V.
Riku glowers in the passenger seat silently, glaring for all he's worth at the passing flora as if it were the reason for all the injustice in the world. All the injustice including him being bullied into some very tight pants that make it impossible to not notice the abnormality of his underwear. Ie: no underwear lines showing except for the barest hint of a line around his hip. Though strangely enough that just disappears once it comes around to his shapely rear... Hm... What ever could that mean?
Hehe.
Oh yeah, I so did.
Late last night I was hit with a stroke of inspiration and quickly untangled myself from Riku so that I could rescue my favorite piece of his little outfit: the sexy little red thong. I put it and a few flimsy cotton shirts through the wash on 'delicate' and had it all ready for 'next time' within about 20 minutes—who woulda thunk that 'delicate' only takes about 10 minutes to run through its entire cycle?? Huh! Not me!
I was tempted to grab the rest of his outfit, but I figured that he'd know something was up if all of that disappeared. The thong was one thing, he probably had no idea where I'd thrown it and wouldn't worry too much about it, figuring that it was laying crumpled in a corner somewhere just waiting for him to find and and toss it in the nearest garbage can. But the kinky Santa costume? Oh no. He'd hunt me down for sure if he thought that I had that stored away somewhere. So I contented myself with the thong and plotted on how to get him back into it again someday.
I had no idea that day would come so soon.
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“Okay then Riku. These pants and this sweater are gonna be the best. But, like I said earlier, the underwear issue poses a problem.”
I throw a dark-hued forest green sweater over a pair of pocketless charcoal-gray slacks and give them a critical look. Undoubtedly the colors will go well with Riku's pale complexion and silver hair, but the pants will be way too tight to wear boxers with and besides that, lines would show up really easily because of the color—which strikes up the question of why he even as them, though it's probably best not to ask. I may just have to find some others unfortunately.
Before I can mourn the loss too much, Riku speaks up and I almost choke at what he says.
“I could just not wear any,” he says off-handedly, as if he were suggesting something as mundane as having a cup of coffee before we leave.
“Well,” I say once I remember how to speak again, “you could do that. But don't you think the zipper would get really er... uncomfortable after a while?”
“Yeah, I guess you're right,” he says and puts a finger to his chin, his lip pursed in thought.
An idea comes to my head then. He may attempt to karate-chop my balls off for even suggesting it...but he's the one who suggested going nude under the pants.
“You know you could wear your thing from last night...”
He stiffens and mechanically turns his head so he's staring straight into my eyes. He twitches ever-so-slightly, his upper lip curling in a tiny disgusted sneer and—and is that fear in his eyes???
“Um, Baby?” I ask hesitantly.
No change in expression, just a blank look of horror.
“There is no way in hell you're getting me back into that thing.”
Er...Alright... I had no idea that wearing a thong was that traumatizing. Too bad, he looked really freaking hot in it.
“Okay...You want to find some other pants then?”
“Pants?” he says, confused.
What the fuck? Did I miss something? Did we not just have this conversation or am I hallucinating? If I'm gonna hallucinate, I'd like it to be about me screwing Riku, not Riku screwing around with my head.
“Yeah babe, pants,” I say slowly, as if talking to a young child, “You can't go commando and you just vetoed the thong, so do you just want to look for some other pants?”
“Vetoed the...oh!” He brightens and rolls his eyes as if to laugh at his own foolishness.
“I thought you were saying to wear that costume! Oh god!” he laughs with a definite note of relief in his voice.
Ah. That explains a lot.
I chuckle with him, flicking a finger gently against his nose and calling him a goof before I realize that I may still have a chance to get him into that thong. He was mortified by the thought of the dress, not necessarily the skimpy undies that went with it.
“So,” I say casually, “would you wear the thong then?”
I try to keep the eagerness out of my voice, though I think I may have only succeeded at sounding like a kid trying to nonchalantly hint at his parents which toy he wants for Christmas. In other words, Riku'd have to be stupid to not hear the excitement in my voice, not to mention blind to not see the drool at the thought of him in his sexy red thong again.
And once again, my baby does not disappoint.
“You just want to ogle my ass in a thong, don't you, you perv?” he says dryly.
“Ah! Why art thou so'ith harsh, my love?” I cry dramatically, pretending to be wounded by his dubbing me a pervert. I'm not though. It's the truth after all—for him anyways.
He rolls his eyes but a coy smile keeps the sting out of it.
“Okay. I'll wear it.”
“Why hast god givenith me such a—what?!?” I squawk out once his admission hits me. And when I say it hits me, I mean like a ton of bricks to the face.
“You're gonna what??” I ask, trying to clarify exactly what he just said. Maybe he was saying that he'd wear a pair of purple hitchhiker boots or something. That seems a hell of a lot more likely.
“I said I'll wear the thong. You seem to be really determined to get me back in it so I'll go along with your game. Besides, it's just gonna be us that know about it. It'll be our dirty little secret for the day.” He grins widely and the thought that there isn't a luckier guy than me in all the world seems very, very possible.
I find myself liking Riku's idea of dirty little secrets between lovers more and more.
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Of course that was before I pulled out the freshly laundered little scrape of fabric and proceeded to grope him under the guise of helping him get it on. And that was also before I decided to try to secretly snap a few pictures while he was still just in his thong...but forgot to turn off the flash. Needless to say, the camera never had a chance. The words “what if someone found that thing, you moron?!?!?” still reverberate in my head even now, nearly half an hour later.
Heh. Not only does Riku have one hell of a body, he's also got a killer voice—eardrum-killing, that is.
Ah, but I digress...a lot.
A goofy grin has planted itself quite firmly to my lips throughout my recollections and apparently it has not gone unnoticed by my sweet little...cactus—he's about as cuddly as one right now at least.
“And just what are you smirking about?” he just about snarls at me.
“Temper, temper Riku,” I tsk at him reprovingly. “You'd think that I was just some lecherous bastard that went around raping you and not your lover! Shesh. Sometimes I just feel so unloved!”
He rolls his eyes at my melodrama and turns his attention back to the window, determined to ignore me, I'm sure. It stays completely quiet in the car for a few minutes, just the sound of some oddball radio station playing some old soft-rock music. All the other stations are still armpits deep in 'Rodolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer' and 'We Wish You a Merry Christmas,' and quite frankly, I can't stand that crap during Christmas time, much less several days afterwards. I was thrilled when I found this one.
In the passenger seat Riku bobs his head gently to the music, a few strands of hair sweeping his jawline after escaping his hair-tie.
“Hey, Riku?” I ask after a moment of watching
He turns his head back to me a little and raises a single fine-lined eyebrow at me in inquiry. The action makes me smile; reminding me of Riku when we were younger. Whenever he was feeling put-out, he'd only ever acknowledge people with an arched brow or a non-verbal snarl; stubbornly refusing to utter a single syllable until either an apology was made or he got his way. It's nice to see Riku reverting to a few of his old ways; even if they all seem to be the ones bent on making life difficult for me.
“I don't know about you,” I say, “but I'm in the mood for something sweet. I was thinking about maybe going to that coffee shop that makes the little tiny cherry pies to go with your cappuccino. You want to?”
He considers the idea for a moment, lips pursing slightly in thought, before nodding his head yes. In the next second though, he narrows his eyes and scowls a little.
“You can only have two though,” he says sternly, “I for one haven't forgotten what happened last time and we seriously don't have the funds for another visit to the dentist because you murdered your teeth with sweets.”
I grimace and agree with him.
“Right. Only two. Got it.” I flash a thumbs-up at him and he rolls his eyes again, though a tiny smile turns up the corners of his pink lips.
Score! I got a smile! And a smile means that I'm not completely in the doghouse tonight. Ha ha!
All joking aside though, I don't bother hiding the slight shudder at the reminder of that little incident; it having ended with me getting a two-grand root-canal with too little anesthesia so that near the end, I was wide awake while they finished their drilling.
Oh yes, I remember that one too.
Only two indeed. It's not like I was even going to dare a second one, much less a third. Yeah, thankfully, I learn from my mistakes—especially the ones that cost two thousand dollars and a serious amount of very real, agonizing pain.
“Sora...”
Riku's monotonous voice breaks my chain of thought and I turn to him with an inquisitive expression.
The eyebrow goes up, the eyes roll, and he jerks a thumb backwards.
“Where have you been? The turnoff was back there.” He jerks his head back to emphasize while giving me a look that clearly states that he thinks I'm retarded.
“Heh heh... Whoops...??” Is all I can manage.
Ah, and there goes the other eyebrow.
“Do I need to drive, Sora? Because you're acting like you just finished sniffing a Sharpie.”
“Heh heh... No,” I say sorta...giggly, “I'll be fine. I'm just...ya know, going another way is all.”
“Really?” he says dryly, “Then why are you driving like you're going to the other side of town?”
That catches my attention and I glance out the window quickly, taking particular notice of the street signs or landmarks.
Hey, there's the mall!
Wait a minute. The mall? Oh... Well I guess I was heading the opposite way. Oops.
I turn back to Riku and shrug my shoulders with a stupid grin.
“Starbucks in the mall then?”
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head in exasperation.
“Honestly, how do you ever find your way to work and back every day?” he asks with a note of true exhaustion in his voice.
I, as if taking his question completely seriously, grin and point proudly to the console.
“Top of the line GPS, baby!” I crow, throwing him a flirtatious wink.
Riku just sighs loudly and drops his head back to the headrest as he looks skyward.
“Why me?”
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Ah, Riku's such a mouthy little bitch. I think he's in need of another “lesson”. What say you? Paddles? Whips? Toys? Hm. The possibilities are endless.
Oh, and someone asked about Sora's calling Riku things like 'baby' so I suppose that this is as good a time as any to explain. It's just me, truth be told. I am addicted to pet names, usually just simple ones that repeat a few syllables or sometimes they're mutilated forms of the real name. For example my boyfriend has been 'Sam-sam' for longer than I've even been dating him, and then you have my cat whose given name is 'Sasha' but now answers to 'Susha-nush' as well. Why do I do this? No idea. It drives my family and friends mad though. Why have several of my characters taken on my insane habit? Well, duh, because I'm the one writing them. Sorry if this bothers some people. Try to look at it as it was meant to be—amusing and distinctly NOT serious—and I'm sure you'll be fine.
As always, please leave me a review. Think of it as a reward for the double update. And do remember to give Riku a spank on your way out. God knows he needs it.
Anyways, here I present to you, chapter—what are we on now??? Four? Yeah, we're gonna go with four. Have fun!
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Sora's P.O.V.
Riku glowers in the passenger seat silently, glaring for all he's worth at the passing flora as if it were the reason for all the injustice in the world. All the injustice including him being bullied into some very tight pants that make it impossible to not notice the abnormality of his underwear. Ie: no underwear lines showing except for the barest hint of a line around his hip. Though strangely enough that just disappears once it comes around to his shapely rear... Hm... What ever could that mean?
Hehe.
Oh yeah, I so did.
Late last night I was hit with a stroke of inspiration and quickly untangled myself from Riku so that I could rescue my favorite piece of his little outfit: the sexy little red thong. I put it and a few flimsy cotton shirts through the wash on 'delicate' and had it all ready for 'next time' within about 20 minutes—who woulda thunk that 'delicate' only takes about 10 minutes to run through its entire cycle?? Huh! Not me!
I was tempted to grab the rest of his outfit, but I figured that he'd know something was up if all of that disappeared. The thong was one thing, he probably had no idea where I'd thrown it and wouldn't worry too much about it, figuring that it was laying crumpled in a corner somewhere just waiting for him to find and and toss it in the nearest garbage can. But the kinky Santa costume? Oh no. He'd hunt me down for sure if he thought that I had that stored away somewhere. So I contented myself with the thong and plotted on how to get him back into it again someday.
I had no idea that day would come so soon.
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“Okay then Riku. These pants and this sweater are gonna be the best. But, like I said earlier, the underwear issue poses a problem.”
I throw a dark-hued forest green sweater over a pair of pocketless charcoal-gray slacks and give them a critical look. Undoubtedly the colors will go well with Riku's pale complexion and silver hair, but the pants will be way too tight to wear boxers with and besides that, lines would show up really easily because of the color—which strikes up the question of why he even as them, though it's probably best not to ask. I may just have to find some others unfortunately.
Before I can mourn the loss too much, Riku speaks up and I almost choke at what he says.
“I could just not wear any,” he says off-handedly, as if he were suggesting something as mundane as having a cup of coffee before we leave.
“Well,” I say once I remember how to speak again, “you could do that. But don't you think the zipper would get really er... uncomfortable after a while?”
“Yeah, I guess you're right,” he says and puts a finger to his chin, his lip pursed in thought.
An idea comes to my head then. He may attempt to karate-chop my balls off for even suggesting it...but he's the one who suggested going nude under the pants.
“You know you could wear your thing from last night...”
He stiffens and mechanically turns his head so he's staring straight into my eyes. He twitches ever-so-slightly, his upper lip curling in a tiny disgusted sneer and—and is that fear in his eyes???
“Um, Baby?” I ask hesitantly.
No change in expression, just a blank look of horror.
“There is no way in hell you're getting me back into that thing.”
Er...Alright... I had no idea that wearing a thong was that traumatizing. Too bad, he looked really freaking hot in it.
“Okay...You want to find some other pants then?”
“Pants?” he says, confused.
What the fuck? Did I miss something? Did we not just have this conversation or am I hallucinating? If I'm gonna hallucinate, I'd like it to be about me screwing Riku, not Riku screwing around with my head.
“Yeah babe, pants,” I say slowly, as if talking to a young child, “You can't go commando and you just vetoed the thong, so do you just want to look for some other pants?”
“Vetoed the...oh!” He brightens and rolls his eyes as if to laugh at his own foolishness.
“I thought you were saying to wear that costume! Oh god!” he laughs with a definite note of relief in his voice.
Ah. That explains a lot.
I chuckle with him, flicking a finger gently against his nose and calling him a goof before I realize that I may still have a chance to get him into that thong. He was mortified by the thought of the dress, not necessarily the skimpy undies that went with it.
“So,” I say casually, “would you wear the thong then?”
I try to keep the eagerness out of my voice, though I think I may have only succeeded at sounding like a kid trying to nonchalantly hint at his parents which toy he wants for Christmas. In other words, Riku'd have to be stupid to not hear the excitement in my voice, not to mention blind to not see the drool at the thought of him in his sexy red thong again.
And once again, my baby does not disappoint.
“You just want to ogle my ass in a thong, don't you, you perv?” he says dryly.
“Ah! Why art thou so'ith harsh, my love?” I cry dramatically, pretending to be wounded by his dubbing me a pervert. I'm not though. It's the truth after all—for him anyways.
He rolls his eyes but a coy smile keeps the sting out of it.
“Okay. I'll wear it.”
“Why hast god givenith me such a—what?!?” I squawk out once his admission hits me. And when I say it hits me, I mean like a ton of bricks to the face.
“You're gonna what??” I ask, trying to clarify exactly what he just said. Maybe he was saying that he'd wear a pair of purple hitchhiker boots or something. That seems a hell of a lot more likely.
“I said I'll wear the thong. You seem to be really determined to get me back in it so I'll go along with your game. Besides, it's just gonna be us that know about it. It'll be our dirty little secret for the day.” He grins widely and the thought that there isn't a luckier guy than me in all the world seems very, very possible.
I find myself liking Riku's idea of dirty little secrets between lovers more and more.
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Of course that was before I pulled out the freshly laundered little scrape of fabric and proceeded to grope him under the guise of helping him get it on. And that was also before I decided to try to secretly snap a few pictures while he was still just in his thong...but forgot to turn off the flash. Needless to say, the camera never had a chance. The words “what if someone found that thing, you moron?!?!?” still reverberate in my head even now, nearly half an hour later.
Heh. Not only does Riku have one hell of a body, he's also got a killer voice—eardrum-killing, that is.
Ah, but I digress...a lot.
A goofy grin has planted itself quite firmly to my lips throughout my recollections and apparently it has not gone unnoticed by my sweet little...cactus—he's about as cuddly as one right now at least.
“And just what are you smirking about?” he just about snarls at me.
“Temper, temper Riku,” I tsk at him reprovingly. “You'd think that I was just some lecherous bastard that went around raping you and not your lover! Shesh. Sometimes I just feel so unloved!”
He rolls his eyes at my melodrama and turns his attention back to the window, determined to ignore me, I'm sure. It stays completely quiet in the car for a few minutes, just the sound of some oddball radio station playing some old soft-rock music. All the other stations are still armpits deep in 'Rodolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer' and 'We Wish You a Merry Christmas,' and quite frankly, I can't stand that crap during Christmas time, much less several days afterwards. I was thrilled when I found this one.
In the passenger seat Riku bobs his head gently to the music, a few strands of hair sweeping his jawline after escaping his hair-tie.
“Hey, Riku?” I ask after a moment of watching
He turns his head back to me a little and raises a single fine-lined eyebrow at me in inquiry. The action makes me smile; reminding me of Riku when we were younger. Whenever he was feeling put-out, he'd only ever acknowledge people with an arched brow or a non-verbal snarl; stubbornly refusing to utter a single syllable until either an apology was made or he got his way. It's nice to see Riku reverting to a few of his old ways; even if they all seem to be the ones bent on making life difficult for me.
“I don't know about you,” I say, “but I'm in the mood for something sweet. I was thinking about maybe going to that coffee shop that makes the little tiny cherry pies to go with your cappuccino. You want to?”
He considers the idea for a moment, lips pursing slightly in thought, before nodding his head yes. In the next second though, he narrows his eyes and scowls a little.
“You can only have two though,” he says sternly, “I for one haven't forgotten what happened last time and we seriously don't have the funds for another visit to the dentist because you murdered your teeth with sweets.”
I grimace and agree with him.
“Right. Only two. Got it.” I flash a thumbs-up at him and he rolls his eyes again, though a tiny smile turns up the corners of his pink lips.
Score! I got a smile! And a smile means that I'm not completely in the doghouse tonight. Ha ha!
All joking aside though, I don't bother hiding the slight shudder at the reminder of that little incident; it having ended with me getting a two-grand root-canal with too little anesthesia so that near the end, I was wide awake while they finished their drilling.
Oh yes, I remember that one too.
Only two indeed. It's not like I was even going to dare a second one, much less a third. Yeah, thankfully, I learn from my mistakes—especially the ones that cost two thousand dollars and a serious amount of very real, agonizing pain.
“Sora...”
Riku's monotonous voice breaks my chain of thought and I turn to him with an inquisitive expression.
The eyebrow goes up, the eyes roll, and he jerks a thumb backwards.
“Where have you been? The turnoff was back there.” He jerks his head back to emphasize while giving me a look that clearly states that he thinks I'm retarded.
“Heh heh... Whoops...??” Is all I can manage.
Ah, and there goes the other eyebrow.
“Do I need to drive, Sora? Because you're acting like you just finished sniffing a Sharpie.”
“Heh heh... No,” I say sorta...giggly, “I'll be fine. I'm just...ya know, going another way is all.”
“Really?” he says dryly, “Then why are you driving like you're going to the other side of town?”
That catches my attention and I glance out the window quickly, taking particular notice of the street signs or landmarks.
Hey, there's the mall!
Wait a minute. The mall? Oh... Well I guess I was heading the opposite way. Oops.
I turn back to Riku and shrug my shoulders with a stupid grin.
“Starbucks in the mall then?”
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head in exasperation.
“Honestly, how do you ever find your way to work and back every day?” he asks with a note of true exhaustion in his voice.
I, as if taking his question completely seriously, grin and point proudly to the console.
“Top of the line GPS, baby!” I crow, throwing him a flirtatious wink.
Riku just sighs loudly and drops his head back to the headrest as he looks skyward.
“Why me?”
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Ah, Riku's such a mouthy little bitch. I think he's in need of another “lesson”. What say you? Paddles? Whips? Toys? Hm. The possibilities are endless.
Oh, and someone asked about Sora's calling Riku things like 'baby' so I suppose that this is as good a time as any to explain. It's just me, truth be told. I am addicted to pet names, usually just simple ones that repeat a few syllables or sometimes they're mutilated forms of the real name. For example my boyfriend has been 'Sam-sam' for longer than I've even been dating him, and then you have my cat whose given name is 'Sasha' but now answers to 'Susha-nush' as well. Why do I do this? No idea. It drives my family and friends mad though. Why have several of my characters taken on my insane habit? Well, duh, because I'm the one writing them. Sorry if this bothers some people. Try to look at it as it was meant to be—amusing and distinctly NOT serious—and I'm sure you'll be fine.
As always, please leave me a review. Think of it as a reward for the double update. And do remember to give Riku a spank on your way out. God knows he needs it.