Price of the Reckless

I know I let you guys wait forEVER. I'm sorry. I have a new job, and I have to go back to school again too, so there's not much time for me to be creative anymore. :(


„So, this is the plan.“ Leon said, tapping the thin point of the tapered stick against a blackboard. Electronics still didn't work all over Traverse Town, so this was the best they could get for now. The blackboard was filled with scrawly scribbles in white chalk. He sighed when a hand rose from the small crowd of a few sitting people, close together in the small room. „Yes, Yuffie.“


„I can't read it.“, the girl complained, causing everal voices to groan.

„Not surprising, didn't know you could read at all. Even though it's just pictures, you know.“, another blackhaired woman said acidly from beside her.

„Ladies...“

„That's mean! Of course I can read pictures, Tifa!“

„Oh, is that why you have problems with books, cause you 'read pictures' instead?“

„Ladies.“

„You shut up, you're just pissed cause Cloud wouldn't fuck you!“

„Ladies!“

„I'm gonna scratch your eyes out, you obnoxious little...!“

„SHUT the FUCK up already!“


Both of them fell quiet at the booming voice yelling at them from beside the blackboard. Neither of them wanted Leon mad under any circumstances. He'd been in a bad mood ever since Sora was captured. The tall brunet looked as if he might boil over any second, glaring daggers at them and both women sank back down and stayed quiet.

„As I was saying...this is the plan.“ He sighed, rubbing his forehead with the stick. „As of now, we don't have much of one, really...but we have to save Sora, if he is still alive. As soon as possible.“ All of them nodded, determined. But determination wouldn't help them much without a plan. „We don't know where Riku is, and we don't know how to infiltrate Hollow Bastion, but we have to try at least.“

„What are you suggesting?“, asked the older blackhaired woman, frowning a little at the expression he wore.

„I'm saying that we are going to take the Gummi Ship and storm it.“



„Master. I wanna go back to Roxas' place.“


The boy was sprawled over the wide bed while his Master stood at the window and watched the dim light outside. The atmosphere would be different if it ever got to a real sun down, but without visible sun, there was only the foggy light during the day, and the darkness in the night. He held a crystal glass in his hand, gently sloshing the dark red wine back and forth, and for a long time, he ignored the boy's request. When he spoke, his voice sounded far away.

„We are not going back for a while, pet.“

„But why not?“

A gentle rustle told Ansem that the boy had shifted, maybe even sat up. That he could hear such small sounds, that he could control his behaviour and actions even like this pleased him. Maybe he would leave the fireplace cold more often from now on, it wasn't as if he really was cold often. The temperature wasn't exactly summer on Destiny Island, but it wasn't freezing either. Sora would be chilly, though; he wore a nightdress tonight, layers upon layers of white satin and frills...cute, but not exactly Ansem's style. He liked the boy better in his hotpants and shirts, really, those made him look cute too, but less like a girl.

„Because Xemnas and I, we do not visit each other often. Maybe next time, Roxas will come here, who knows.“, he told the boy and turned to look at him, even though he knew Xemnas would not bring the little blond should he come. Roxas was too much of a prize to be yanked around, much too delicate; Sora on the other hand had fought his way all the way from Destiny Island over countless worlds until he had reached Hollow Bastion. There was no way of destroying Sora so easily. Of course, a mere word would be enough to kill him, now; but Sora was a prize as well.

„Oh.“, Sora said and nodded; he would be pleased with that answer until the day came that Xemnas did indeed visit them. „Riku is still not talking to me, Master...sometimes I think he is not really here anymore, you know.“


Ansem stared at him, alarmed. The boy was not supposed to think at all! He forced himself to stay calm, though, to not let the brunet on to something. „That is nonsense, my boy...of course he is here.“ The whole point of Riku's mind not being with them was to demoralize Sora, to not give him any hope in the fragile, complicated web Ansem had spun between their destinies. It had not worked so far, maybe he had to get rid of Riku, which was a pity...he was such a sight to look at. But if Sora thought so...


It would not take much longer and paranoia would grip him completely.


Maybe he already noticed something was wrong, maybe the end was coming...he could not let that happen. Ansem moved over to the bed and sat down at its edge, pulling the boy closer to himself and finally, into his lap. „My sweet...you should, by now, admit it to yourself.“ He tipped the glass to the soft little mouth, and Sora sipped, pliantly. „Riku ignores you. He does not want to be here. He does not want to be with you.“ At the boy's whimper, he fed him another sip. „Drink, little one, shh...you will be fine, you have me.“


His hand slipped beneath the frills and flowing fabrics, a dark smile pulling on his mouth as he felt the boy had nothing on underneath. He cupped one of the luscious little cheeks in his palm, squeezing and fondling it gently until Sora moaned, his face already reddened from the wine. It was a lovely sight, really. And that spawned another idea in the Master's head, a deliciously naughty one. „I know a way to get Riku back for you, you know...“ The boy would listen to anything he said, no matter what it was, to get his friend back. And Ansem got himself ready to use that advantage.


Riku was easily found, aimlessly wandering the halls again and didn't even notice himself being snatched up. He didn't fight. He didn't even look up. It was like watching a comatose man being able to walk around; too easy almost. Ansem brought him to his bedroom personally, where Sora was already waiting with bright eyes, having had the rest of the wine while his Master was gone. „Here you go, my pretty, this is your present for being a good boy...“ He led Riku to the bed and made him stand in front of it for a moment, strong arms sliding around the smaller frame and making a show of unbuttoning the dark blue pants he woreas Sora watched from the bed. Alcohol had a positive effect on the boy...at least positive if you asked Ansem. The little brunet was basically drooling as the thick, tanned fingers flicked the button open and drew the zipper down, exposing a firm, pale expanse of lower abdomen, a dusting of silver hair...verifying the boy's hair color, at least. Ansem almost chuckled as he ran his fingertips through the delicate curls, watching Sora's face attentively as Riku moaned; he brunet's eyes glazed over, and as the pants fell to the ground around Riku's ankles and the already half-stiff mast of the elder boy's cock was exposed, Sora made a tentative move forwards from his kneeling position on the bed.


„Come, pretty...this is yours for tonight.“ Ansem didn't mind sharing the boy in this situation...Riku would probably never even notice who it was playing with his body, if he even noticed so much at all. Plus he got a kick out of making Sora do what he wanted, again. The younger teen crawled forwards in a ruffle of the dress he wore...which barely reached mid thigh, Ansem noticed. He curled a hand around Riku's member, sliding his cupped palm to the head, then back down until he was holding it straight out. The pale boy squirmed lightly. Sora was by now at the edge of the bed, in front of them, and Ansem used his other hand to caress the underside of Sora's chin, brushing first a thumb over the pouting lips, then used the dick he held for the same motion. Clear liquid glossed over Sora's bottom lip.


When the pretty mouth opened and slid over the head, down the shaft, encasing almost the whole thing that was not covered by Ansem's hand in the wet, hot mouth Ansem knew so well, it was as if Sora was sucking him instead of Riku; somehow, even more intense. He ground himself into the firm ass in front of him and took his hand away to let Sora play with the whole staff, though slid it into the tousled brunet locks. It was another special kick to slide Sora's head back and forth, and the Master received the ultimate pleasure knowing that neither boy would have dared to act this shamelessly with each other had he not been the trigger.

Riku moaned again, his hands curling into fists on either side of his hips. He could merely see the room he was in and feel the caresses; a warm, strong body hovering behind him, something wet, he reckoned a mouth, sucking him off so skillfully he found himself believing he was in one of Traverse Town's seedier districts. The invisible pleasure was even greater when he felt himself being shifted, and laid down in soft pillows, the mouth returning as soon as his head touched the pillow. A flash of chocolate brown appeared over his hips and was gone again quicker than he could blink, but...it had been there.


The mouth left and a moan reached his ears that was not one of his own...he knew that voice. The color was back, as well, he could see the room not only grey and black and white, but he saw the black markings on the walls were actually red, the sheets held in the same, rich color...chocolate...white, pure white and cream...caramel and sky blue, he knew those colors, so well! There was pressure around his dick that was tighter, hotter, and not as wet as the cavern he had clearly identified as a mouth, and his hands twitched again, then found a set of slender hips to grasp onto. The pressure began sliding down on him, slowly, then up again, and gained rhythm. Colors were flying, sounds were reaching him again, and with a groan, Riku opened his eyes to look at his best friend above him, swaddled in white silk that was pushed up around his waist in frills, the cherub cheeks red, panting, an alien look of utter desire on the face he knew so well.


„Sora...oh, God...“

Ansem jerked in the armchair he sat in in front of the bed from where he had been watching; first, there was gorgeous teen action going on, his dick was hard and leaking in his hand as he watched Sora's pretty little ass first squirming in the air and being fondled by his own slender fingers, then being stretched by a delicious piece of teen dick until he was moaning. He figured something was wrong, way back in his hazy mind, when Riku had grabbed Sora's hips, but put it off as a natural reaction of someone that was ridden so well. Now, as Riku's balls could be seen tightening, and Sora's behind spasming, something was definitely wrong.


„Yes, yes....oooooh...“ Sora, as usual, was oblivious as he rode towards the ultimate reward he could get, although he looked down just before he came and saw Riku's aqua eyes staring back at him, clear and confused, just as it hit him. Probably that was the last straw that was ripped away from him, seeing Riku finally noticing him and not pushing him away, no, clutching him closer if anything. The pale arms even slid around his waist and pulled him down against the strong chest just as Riku came, deep in the brunet's ass, groaning softly into a delicate ear.


A chair was being pulled and scraped over the floor, and suddenly...


both boys knew something was wrong. Just as Ansem knew that his fragile web had been ripped.

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Ooooooh guys, I am happy to give you this nice little chapter. Wow, I really had to wrack my brain for all the names and towns and everything. It's been SUCH a while. I hope none of you is angry with me! <3<3<3<3<3