All I Really Want For Christmas

I am so sorry that this is so long. I don't know why, but I just couldn't seem to control myself! If you notice anything odd—inconsistencies like Sora somehow having his pants on one second, and then simply not having them on in the next—please tell me. I'm doing a rushed update before I leave for the evening because I don't think I'm going to have any time during the weekend to really sit down at my computer. My friends are so demanding of my time. They drag me to some damn scary movie and then I can't sit still for very long because I start getting paranoid about vampires/rabid animals/“evil fucking room[s].” I hate all of them—my friends AND the movies—and I'm still freaking jumping at shadows outside my apartment's window at night because of 30 Days of Night. Damn it! I used to love vampires!

...Sorry, I just needed to vent that.

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Riku's P.O.V.

There's nothing more wonderful in all the world than the feeling of contentment. Not the contentment of a job well-done or anything like that, though that's a nice feeling too, but the general carefree happiness that comes when you've solved a problem that has been bothering you. It's the feeling you get when you realize you can simply go to sleep at night, not worrying about unpaid bills or a difficulty at work that you know with a hollow certainty will still be there tomorrow. They're like deep sores that you can't reach to heal them. You stay up half the night, half scared to death of them, for some unfathomable reason. The remembrance of them just makes you want to curl up and cry yourself to sleep because the situation is so hopeless. Being free of that though, life seems so much brighter. Venues that you would have never even dreamed of are suddenly opened up to you and just living makes you so happy.

I'm not sure that I've ever really experienced that, in truth. I thought that I had, but now I think I was wrong. Because never have I felt this satisfied, I guess you could say, with my situation in life.

I'm not saying that I've suddenly figured out the meaning of life or some sort of bullshit like that. It's more that some of my underlying fears, the ones that have always been there to add layer upon layer onto my already difficult problems, have been brought to light and now I think that I may be able to understand them and perhaps separate them from my true concerns.

They say that man's biggest fear is the unknown. I thought that I was immune to that. I had stepped willingly into the darkness, plunging myself into the thing that holds the most capacity for the unknown and I believed myself to have transcended my kind in that moment.

What an arrogant creature.

For the first time in years, I actually listened to my sister today. She said that true strength wasn't in stubbornly pushing away your fears, denying that you felt fear at all. You're not strong; you're just a moron. A moron who thinks they're being brave when all they're really doing is pushing themselves over the ledge.

She also said that I hadn't grown up since I was 15, back when I would abandon all reason and swim out into deep water just to test my luck. There were always sharks in the waters around Destiny Islands, including the Tiger sharks that, if there was the tiniest word of them in the water, would make even hardened fishermen blanch and consider not going out. Would one of those fierce demons come to rip me apart? Would my last minutes alive revolve around a single sand-colored fin cutting the water and then unimaginable pain? Or would my luck hold? Day in and day out, I'd test it. That way, how could I ever be attacked when I was unawares? I had already put myself directly in their paths' and they had left me alone. It wasn't a conscious thought, I don't think, just a sort of speculation in the back of my mind.

Now days I wouldn't think of going into the far out waters to try it...not in the physical sense, at least. And yet, here I've been doing it with my relationship. Nettling ever-so-slightly at my lover just to see if he'll put up with it, or if he'll turn on me. I've been so scared of being hurt that I would purposely provoke him. If he didn't become angry when I was really trying to get him so, then surely he wouldn't when it was accidental.

That attitude, the lack of respect that he actually does deserve... I'm lucky that he's the kind of guy he is. Anyone else would have already lost their patience and probably beaten me into a coma by now.

Leblanc was right; I haven't grown up. I've just changed my methods.

“Ri-Ri? We're here.”

I open my eyes, unaware that I had even closed them, and glance around at my surroundings. The red-brick building of our apartment complex looms in front of us as Leblanc pulls smoothly into the parking lot. She stops right behind Sora's car and, without any prompting, I lean over to hug and thank her again before getting out.

“Now you guys behave yourselves,” she grins faintly, “And you had better come visit me once you get everything smoothed over, you hear?”

“Yeah,” I agree with a smile and close the door. She winks at me once more and pulls off to leave through the other entrance and I watch her go for a second before shivering.

“Damn it got cold fast,” I hiss as I take off with a jog towards our door.

“Okay. 17. 16. 15. Ah, there we go,” I count under my breath until coming to door 14 with no small amount of relief. But when I try the handle, it is securely locked and I groan a little.

Oh well, I guess I'll just have to knock and hope that Sora hears it. If not, I could always jump the rail around the porch and beat on the sliding glass doors. Bleh.

I give the door a sharp few raps and turn to look around while I wait. The snow falling heavily just off of the above floor's balcony reminds me that eventually I'll have to either sweep or shovel it all off our own porch. I'm not looking forward to it. If the snows were even half as heavy as the day before, it's gonna take forever to shove all of the crap through the rails. And besides that, being on the first floor means that I also have to worry about four other floors' worth of snow coming down just in front of the porch once everyone else decides they're tired of snow coming in every time they open their glass doors. Double bleh.

And where the hell is Sora??

The minutes have ticked by with me getting colder and colder by the second and Sora has yet to open the damn door. His car was out front so he must be here.

I lift my hand once more to bang on the door before I suddenly remember. We didn't take Sora's car. We took mine because his is chock full of everybody's Christmas presents that we had yet to deliver to them.

Damn it, and I think my spot was empty, too.

Triple bleh.

“Ug. What they hell am I supposed to do now?” I moan as I slump against the door, “I'm not even dressed right for this weather!”

Indeed, the skin-tight gray slacks and easily as body-conforming green turtleneck are not what I'd call the smartest things to be wearing when it's about 23 degrees out and still steadily dropping if how it feels is to be trusted.

What the hell is up with a tropical island world that can reach freezing temperatures?!?

I once asked Sora that very same question, one night while we were huddled in front of that pathetic excuse for an electric fireplace. He explained it as possibly our world, knowing that it was in an unnatural balance, was trying to make up for the oddity by giving us a full range of seasons and their most extreme conditions. Sounded like bullshit to me, but if the entire 'Kingdom Hearts' crap has taught me anything, it's that even the most screwballish BS can be true and real. Who would have thought that there was a girl who could mess with peoples' memories, altering some, obviating others...and all with just a simple sketch book and some colored pencils. Or how about that there was a psychotic piece of some mad man's heart (soul?) that could possess people and make them turn on their own friends. Before Kingdom Hearts, I would have called all that a load of bull as well. Now, it's just part of my past; something for me to look back upon with decidedly unfond memories.

My musings are riddled with my ever increasingly violent shivers and I have to question my sanity in staying out here like this.

“Screw this,” I hiss and start running back out and around the building. The place is so small that it only takes me about five minutes or so to reach the other side where our, as Leblanc apparently calls it, balcony is. Being on the first floor, I'm not all that sure that it really counts as a balcony, maybe more of a porch.

...Why am I thinking about this crap anyway?

“I swear,” I grumble as I hike myself over the wrought iron fence surrounding the porch, “when I get inside I am jumping back into bed and turning that electric blanket on full blast—and I will not be getting back up unless it is absolutely necessary.”

I look skywards for a moment as I approach the double sliding glass doors and mouth 'please, please let it be unlocked' before putting my fingertips inside the grove of the 'handle' and giving it a try.

SHHHHRRR!!

“Yes!” I crow as the door opens loudly with my first hint of a pull. I bat aside the heavy wine-colored drapes—courtesy of Kairi's decorating when we first got the place—and nearly moan in pleasure at the feel of heat rushing at and surrounding me. I realize that I should probably be slightly worried about the fact that the door has been unlocked all this time, but then again, Sora could have very well have just gone out there this morning before I woke up.

I kick off my shoes as I close the glass door and turn around to make a dash for the bedroom when I see a flutter of movement out of the corner of my eye. I stop dead before whipping around to see what—or who—is there. But the only things there are the couch where I fell asleep the night before while waiting for Sora and the fireplace with some framed pictures on the mantle.

I lick my suddenly dry lips and creep over, ready to materialize my Way to Dawn if need be. Halfway across the room, I hear something like a shuffle, this time behind me—close behind me.

“Dark shield!” I yell as I shoot one hand behind me to stabilize the forcefield of pure darkness while with my other hand I call forth my keyblade. I brace to spin about to defend myself further when two familiar voices suddenly call out from opposite sides of the living room.

“GAAAAH! Riku!!” the one behind me shrieks as the other one cries desperately as well.

“No wait! Stop, it's just us!”

And just as suddenly as I'd went on the defensive, I do stop, staring back and forth between the two girls who honestly are the last people that I was expecting.

“Kairi?? Selphie!?” I say, shocked, “But what are you guys even doing here?”

“Well,” Kairi starts as she sits up more completely from the couch that she was apparently using as a hiding place, “Sora actually asked us to come by and fix the place up some and bring some stuff over before you guys got back.”

“What??? Are you serious? What did he want you to do?” I ask in bewilderment. I keep the apartment pretty clean usually and even the mess that we made last night was picked up this morning by Sora so I'm assuming that he didn't ask them to come and clean.

“We can't really say,” says Selphie slyly, “Sora wanted it done for you, you know. And I don't think he'd be too thrilled if we just told you. So I guess that means that you're just gonna have to shoo!” she cackles manically and making shooing motions at me towards the sliding glass doors.

Yeah right.

“Selphie, there is no way in hell that I'm going back outside. You don't have to do anything to my bedroom, right? So I'm going to go in there and you can finish your job out here,” I tell her firmly. Honestly, how in the world does she expect me to seriously just nod my head and tromp back out into the cold after I've just frozen my butt off for several minutes out there? The girl's mental.

“Uhh! But we do have stuff to do in there!” Selphie starts to whine before Kairi cuts her off.

“How about this, Riku, you can sit or lay down on the couch if you promise not look back—AND you have to tell us all about what happened last night. Otherwise,” she smirks, “it's back outside for you.”

I snarl silently at her and stalk over to the couch. She throws both of her legs over the back and reaches her hands up for me to pull her the rest of the way up. I play with the idea of up ignoring her and making her get up on her own before discarding the idea in favor of making sure that I never again waking up with my hair hacked off to just a little longer than an inch from my scalp after I pissed her off. She's done that twice before, once when we were six or so and again just a year and a half before the entire Kingdom Hearts ordeal started. I prefer my hair long, even if it is more of a hassle, but she's been the reason why I can generally only grow it out to just past my shoulders. Those two years away from her did wonders for my hair length and I've been careful not to provoke her since.

I sigh wearily and clasp her hands before giving a tug to bring her up so she just has to slip down to be on her feet.

“Thank you,” she chirps with a smile. I mumble a 'you're welcome' under my breath that sounds more like illiterate garble as I step around to the front of the couch and plop myself down with another sigh. I feel her pet my hair as she walks away and I flop sideways so that I'm laying in the couch.

I swear all the girls in my life are out to make this day as annoying as possible.

“So??? Give us some details. How did Sora like your getup?” Kairi says finally as I hear her and Selphie begin to tinker around behind me.

Blast. I was hoping that she wasn't serious about that.

“He probably molested him on the spot once he saw it,” laughs Selphie.

“Basically,” I agree with a hand over my eyes. Kairi joins in the laughter and Selphie gets even louder with her own.

“And did you like it?” Kairi giggles.

“What? The costume? Not really. It really wasn't exactly my style.”

“No not the costume!” she says, exasperated, “I mean letting Sora take charge of things for the night. Did all of that go over smoothly? Like is he just a natural or are you guys gonna have to have some practice sessions to perfect some of his moves?”

Now I'm the one laughing as Kairi's questions become worse and worse. If it wasn't for the fact that she doesn't mind giving the 411 on any guy that she's dated, I think I'd be mortified. As it is, this is just one of Kairi's quirks. While she was here by herself without Sora or me to always hang out with, Kairi turned into quite the sought after hottie and consequently also quite the dater.

“Okay, in answer to that; yes, very much so, yes, and hell yes he was a natural,” I answer her finally, inspiring them both back into giggles.

“Alright! Sora's a stud!” Selphie cheers loudly and I laugh again.

“So you didn't feel uncomfortable or anything?” Kairi asks once the noise has died down.

I shrug my shoulders despite the fact that she can't see the gesture and otherwise just offer a slight “I dunno.”

“Hm. Well I noticed the outfit in the bathroom so I went ahead and threw it in the wash,” Selphie says after a moment or two of silence has set in.

“Yeah, Riku,” adds Kairi, “Did you wear it the entire night? It absolutely reeked of sex.”

“So sorry!” I say in mock offense, “You didn't have to mess with it if it was that bad. Honestly what are you guys even doing here? I can't think of anything that Sora would need you to do while we were away.”

“That's for us to know and you to find out when it's all ready later. Now stop worrying about it and be a good mimp,” Kairi answers briskly.

“Don't call me that.”

“Why not?” asks Selphie.

“Because she calls her dog 'Mimp'. And therefore I find it a little degrading to be referred to by the same nickname as that filthy mutt. And besides that, why does everyone seem to be so fucking obsessed with giving me stupid nicknames?”

“Aw you mean you don't like it when Sora calls you 'Riku-babe'?” says Selphie before bursting into giggles. Kairi follows soon after.

While the girls share a laugh at my expense I roll my eyes and try again to pump one of them—particularly the loose-lips Selphie—for information.

“So Sora asked you guys to come over while we were out today, right? When did he talk to you?” I ask casually.

“Yeah,” Selphie says, still more than a little breathless with laughter, “He called us this morning and asked if we would mind setting up some stuff.”

“Ah,” I reply, disappointed that she hadn't spilled more than what I already knew. Oh well, Selphie's an infamous blabbermouth and I'm confident that she can't keep it in much longer if I just work her some more.

“Any idea—”

“AAAHHH!”

I sit up in surprise as Selphie's shriek cuts me off and a loud crash only a few feet behind the couch where I have been laying sounds out.

“God, Selphie are you okay?! What happe—eh?”

I cut myself off upon seeing Selphie sprawled out on top of a huge mess of greenery and jewel-bright ornaments. She groans pitifully and tries to right herself without any success before both Kairi and I, after jumping off the couch, rush forward to assist her. As Kairi is attempting to grab hold of her hands from one side of the tree I wave her off and simply loop an arm around the lithe girl's waist to hoist her up to her feet.

“Owie,” she says, rubbing her face where one of the broken ornaments has cut her cheek.

I frown at her and give her a once over to assess the damage before shaking my head and jumping over the tree to enter the bedroom.

“Just a sec, Selph. We've got a first-aid kit under the sink in our bathroom. I'll be right back.”

“Ack! Wait Riku! Let me get it,” Kairi says as she hurridly grabs the back of my shirt and rushes ahead of me before I can so much as get within a few feet of the door.

I just blink in bemusement before shrugging my shoulders and turning back to Selphie and the fallen tree.

“Alright,” I say after a moment, “let's get this thing back up.”

Selphie bites her lip but nods, and we proceed to begin lifting the tree back into an upright position. Just as Kairi comes back from the bedroom do we situate the stump into the stand that, according to Selphie, got jostled when she was attempting to place an ornament near the very top without a ladder.

“Ugh,” sighs Kairi, “Sora's gonna kill us. You weren't supposed to know. In all actuality you weren't supposed to be here for another hour or two at least.”

“Yeah well there was a change in plans,” I say with a frown as I start to pick up the largest pieces on the floor while Selphie gets treated by Kairi.

“Leblanc abducted me for about an hour before dropping me back off here,” I elaborate when the girls give me questioning looks. For some reason Kairi looks bashful and I raise a brow at her.

“Is there something you'd like to confess, Kairi?”

She blushes harder and refuses to meet my eyes.

“Uh-huh,” I nod in understanding a second later.

I admit that I was quite confused as to how it was that Leblanc just happened to be out and about without any particular errands other than to grab me. Now I realize that I was set up.

“So you were my sister's informant.”

Kairi's complexion is now beet red with mortification.

“I'm sorry,” she says, “I called her yesterday evening because I was worried about you; you were so nervous when we left. So I asked Leblanc for advice but she said that if you had made up your mind then there was nothing that we could do to stop you.”

“Then you told her what I was planning?!” I ask in horror. Damn it, it's one thing to be the one to tell your own sister about your kinky weirdness, it's a whole other ball game when someone else tells her about it before you can!

“No, no!” Kairi objects forcefully, “I just told her that you and Sora were taking your relationship in a new direction by your choice but that I wasn't sure that you would be very comfortable with that choice later on so I asked her if I should go back and try to talk you out of it. I didn't say anything about what your choice was.”

I stop a moment to mull that over and then glance back up at Kairi's ashamed face. I sigh and run a hand through my hair before walking up to her and place my hands on either of her shoulders.

“Look, Kairi, I'm not angry or anything so stop looking at me like that,” I beg her.

“I'm really am sorry,” she mumbles.

I sigh again.

“It's alright. Everything turned out for the better in the end anyways so...I guess I should say thank you for looking out for me.”

The redhead looks up at me suddenly and when I smile at her encouraging, wraps her arms around my waist and nuzzles her head into my shoulder with a soft, 'You're welcome.' I give a gentle squeeze myself before pushing her to an arms length away.

“Okay enough of the mushy stuff. Let's clean this place up,” I say with a wink that she returns with a wide smile.

“Aw! Group hug” squeals Selphie from beside us as she leaps, breaking her astonishingly long period of silence—for her anyways.

After batting away the brunette's attempts at a 'group hug' we all get to work in sweeping up the mess of broken ornaments and redecorating the tree with the ones that survived the crash. Twice more does Selphie nearly bring the tree down on top of herself again before finally getting the step-ladder from the pantry, only to somehow flip it, and herself, to the ground.

I ignore the sounds of Kairi giving Selphie a tongue-lashing for being “such a ditz” and drift off into my own thoughts.

So Sora wanted us to come home to the tree all set up huh? I wonder what else he asked them to do. It can't just be the tree; our bedroom is also under construction according to the girls. I wonder...

“Well,” I say in a loud voice so as to be heard over the girls' argument, “since I already know partially what this is all about, can you just tell me the rest?”

“No way! You'll have to wait for Sora to get home, like a good boy,” says Kairi.

I roll my eyes.

“Oh please, that could be hours from now! Just tell me,” I whine pathetically back at them.

“You whine like a mule, Riku. Sora should fit you with a muzzle, ya?” comes an easily recognizable voice from near the front door. I turn about with a grin to greet the newcomer.

“Wakka! And Tidus too,” I say once I see the bleach-blond teen leaning in the door frame behind Wakka, “what are you assholes doing here?”

“Making a delivery,” says Wakka simply and, sure enough, places a large, cheerily-wrapped box and another considerably smaller one with a red ribbon tied about it under the large Christmas tree that stands in the center of the room. Tidus bends stiffly to slide another two presents under the tree himself before both of them wave a quick goodbye and hightail it out the door.

I stare in confusion at the door after their abrupt departure while the girls just snicker. I turn around to see them both giving each other sly grins between their giggles.

“What?” I ask.

“Did you see how stiff Tidus was walking?” snorts Selphie.

“What about it?”

“It means that last night was a night of exploration for more than just you and Sora.”

“....?”

Night of exploration for more than just us....

“Oh god, Riku, don't be so thick! You're not exactly walking easily either.” Kairi laughs as I try to grasp what it is that she's talking about.

Wait a minute.

“Are you serious?!?” I gasp a moment later.

Selphie laughs so hard that she has to drop into the nearest seat and Kairi just nods with a grin.

Holy crap! Wakka and Tidus!

“Damn I never saw that one coming!” I exclaim, “When did this happen?!”

Both girls just shrug mirthfully as I sit on the back of the couch in thought before saying with a laugh of my own,

“Gay love is in the air?”

“Riku! Don't be so crude!” shouts Kairi, but not without having to hold the back of her hand to her mouth to hide her laughter.

“What did I miss?” say a bemused voice behind me.

I start with a gasp and turn around to see Sora wearing a slight frown. I smile guiltily and he shakes his head with a smirk.

“I knew you'd never let me get away with trying to surprise you,” he says and walks forward in order to catch my lips in a quick kiss.

“Why'd you bother trying then?” I ask with a smirk of my own when I break the kiss.

“God only knows,” he mutters before looking past me at the girls, “And you! What are you guys doing letting him see everything?!”

They both apologize profusely, though I know they can both tell that he's only yanking their chains, and tell him all about how I threatened them with serious bodily injury until they gave in.

“Right,” I drawl at the end of their account, “And it had nothing whatsoever to do with Selphie being a clumsy airhead.”

“Hey!”

Sora smirks as Selphie fumes over my “airhead” comment and raises an eyebrow.

“Well however it happened, it doesn't change the fact that you weren't supposed to know about this until it was already done,” He glances up at Kairi and Selphie before asking them, “How much longer do you guys need?”

Kairi raises a finger to her lips in thought and glances at Selphie inquiringly.

“Maybe an hour?” says Selphie while offering a shrug.

“Yeah, an hour would probably cut it,” adds Kairi with a nod, “But just to be safe, why don't you guys come back in about one and a half to two hours, okay?”

My lover nods and loops an arm around my shoulders as he begins to lead us back to the door.

“What do ya say, Riku-babe? Want to go grab some breakfast and maybe shop around some at the mall? Tomorrow is Christmas so nothing'll be open.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on,” I say, impatiently tugging on one of his belt loops, “I've been wanting to try that place in the new shopping plaza ever since they opened a month ago.”

“Liar,” Sora grins, “I've been wanting to try it. You said just the other day that the food looked disgusting.”

I scoff at his truthful retort and shove him out the door ahead of me.

“Just shut up and let's go,” I sneer before waving at the girls still in the apartment, “Bye you guys! Be back in a while.”

“Bye! Have fun!” They chirp just before the door closes.

Sora and I stand outside for a moment in indecisiveness before Sora grabs my hand and leads me out into the parking lot, but not towards my car.

“Wha?”

“I know you don't want to go to that restaurant, so how about we deliver those gifts now. Tomorrow is Christmas day, after all.”

I start a little at his answer and stop so that Sora has to halt his steps as well. He looks back at me inquiringly as I bite my lip guiltily.

“You know,” I start, refusing to meet his eyes, “just because I didn't want to go doesn't mean that we can't anyways. I mean, you always yield to me and my opinions when it comes to this stuff but it shouldn't be like that. I'm selfish and I'm sorry for always demanding things be my way.”

Once I've spoken I continue to look away from Sora's face in shame. He doesn't answer for several long moments, and I grow more and more uncomfortable with each passing second until I glance through my lowered lashes to see Sora's slightly stunned visage. His eyes are wide and searching when they meet my own, but it only takes a brief second for them to light up with...joy?

“Riku!” he laughs loudly before catching me up in an unexpected bear hug. I stiffen in his arms as he spins us around repeatedly until I am dizzy and have to cling to his shoulders to avoid falling. And all the while he continues to coo “Oh, my Riku!” into my ear.

“Sora! I don't get it, what are you—mph!!” I am cut short when Sora sets me down hard on the hood of his car and then kisses me so forcefully that the back of my head hits the windshield. I struggle more than a little at his sudden aggression, trying to turn so as to stop the kiss and push Sora away from myself so that I can get my bearings, but his lips follow mine and his hands capture both of my own swiftly.

After another few attempts to squirm away, I sag, defeated, and allow Sora to overwhelm me completely through his kiss. He moans appreciatively and releases my hands, which I immediately bury in his jacket pockets. I begin to return the kiss and arch my back some so that he can feel my newly awakened arousal against his belly, only to feel a throbbing hardness of his own pressing back just as firmly against me. My breath catches momentarily and I slide one of my hands out from Sora's pockets to cup and squeeze the heated bulge at the junction of his legs. Our moans coincide, his of lust and mine of want.

“Ugg...Sora, I want you so bad,” I whisper against his lips once pulls back some, only to rest his forehead on mine.

“Oh god, yes,” he groans into my mouth and jerks his hips into my palm, “I want you too.”

I chuckle breathlessly and lick my lips before assuming a coy grin and tilting my head towards my car in the other lot.

“My backseat is empty,” I say simply and have to stop myself from bursting out laughing at Sora's thunderstruck expression.

“Sure,” I say with a naughty smile, “The windows will fog over, just like in Titanic.”

“...Titanic?”

“Yeah. You know, the movie where they have sex in the car and the windows all fog up. Come on, Sora, get with the program here.”

He continues to stare blankly before scowling and hitting my arm.

“Ow!”

“Damn it, Riku. Don't tease me like that unless you seriously want me to fuck you right here,” he scoffs lightly as he shoves his hips into my own.

“Who,” I ask with a return jerk of my own hips, “says that I'm teasing?”

Sora smiles dangerously and leans down so he can speak directly into my ear.

“Continue to play like this and I guarantee two things will happen. One: you will walk with a limp for a week, and two: you will have to replace the leather on your seats because you will never get rid of the smell of sex on them. Want to withdraw your offer now—or do we need to find a good detail shop?” Sora pulls back to stare into my eyes, daring me to answer. I shiver at the tone of his voice but gradually a confident smile spreads over my lips.

“All I can say is that if I do have to replace my seats, it's coming out of your paycheck.”

“Gladly.” he growls as he puts an arm around my now freezing back and hikes me up so that I can wrap my legs around him. I do so immediately and he take the opportunity to grope my rear.

“Damn you have the best ass,” he chuckles when I squirm.

“Pervert,” I hiss as we begin to move and Sora has to release my butt in order to fish out my keys from his pants pocket.

“I'm the pervert?” he asks in amusement, “Sorry, babe, but I'm not the one who suggested having sex in the backseat of my car.”

“Whatever.”

Sora suddenly holds tighter to me as he leans slightly over in order to, I'm guessing, unlock the car. It's confirmed when I hear the sound a car door open and I am set down in a cushy seat. I unwind my legs from Sora and scoot back with a coy smile. He grins back and offers a wink but, instead of climbing in with me, starts fiddling with the driver's seat door.

“Sora?” I ask, my brow scrunched.

“Remember what you were saying about the windows fogging up? Well I figure that it might take just us a while to get the desired effect on our own, so how about we get a little help from the heater.” I laugh at his thinking and he fits the key into the ignition and knocks the heat onto full blast.

“There, that ought to help,” he says and slams the door closed before crawling in with me in the back and similarly closing that door, “Now where were we?”

I move over so as to straddle his legs, knees digging into the leather on either side of him, and lean in to kiss him as I whisper, “Right about here.”

Sora tilts his head with a happy sigh, applying gentle pets and squeezes to my back and shoulders as he kisses me back. I let one of my hands wander down his chest to grab the bottom hem of his black sweater and pull on it suggestively. Sora stops his ministrations and helps me get the piece of clothing off, only pulling away from our kiss at the last possible moment before pulling the sweater over his head. Underneath he is wearing nothing, a fact that I notice with a raised brow and a grin. Sora shrugs.

“What can I say? I was looking forward to having sex when we got back later today and I wanted to be able to strip fast,” he responds flatly and I laugh at his frankness.

“At least you're honest,” I say dryly as I lean down to take one of his cold-hardened nipples in my mouth.

“At least,” he agrees before letting his head fall back.

I ignore his encouragements for “lower” and continue to play with his pecs, twisting and licking and biting until Sora finally loses all semblances of restraint and begs me breathlessly for more. Deciding to take pity on him, I reach for the snap and zipper of his slack and undo both, all the while sucking furiously on one of his abused nipples until it turns the splotchy red of a hickey. I move to the next just as Sora arches his hips, grabs both his slacks and boxers, and jerks them down to his knees, allowing his legs to do the rest of the work in getting rid of them. I sit back, startled and annoyed, as Sora pulls none too gently on my hair.

“Lower, you tease,” he growls.

Coolly cocking a brow at his demand, I push backwards off his lap and settle myself in the floorboard between his knees. As a smirk begins to tug annoyingly at the corner of Sora's lips, I dip my head and take the tip of his proud erection into my mouth.

“Aaahh! Riku...” he moans lustily, hips trembling between small twitches that lift them a few centimeters, and full-out thrusts threatening to force my throat open. I allow Sora to control the pace, simply making sure to rub and curl my tongue all along the shaft and keep up a steady suction as Sora's uneven stabs do the rest of the work.

“Riku!” he whines pitifully, hips moving haphazardly in an attempt to pleasure himself without much input from me, “Why aren't you doing anything?”

I chuckle around my mouthful, Sora convulsing in the seat with a strangled cry, before I pull back so I can speak, scraping my teeth along the sensitive skin gently as I go.

“I'm sorry,” I say, grinning shamelessly the entire time, “I was under the impression that I was a tease. I just wanted to be sure and play the part.”

“You are a tease,” Sora reiterates with a sour look, “You're a goddamn cock tease is what you are.”

“Aw, are you having a case of blue balls?” I coo mockingly at him, watching his eyes narrow in annoyance with great amusement before winking suggestively and continuing, “Don't worry, I'll take care of that though.”

“Yeah,” Sora scoffs, laying his head over the back of the seat, “I'm sure you wi—aaaaaah!”

Sora jolts as I suddenly begin pumping his erection in my fingers and duck under it to fondle his sensitive balls with my mouth. One of his legs kicks up, straining against the headrest of the front passenger seat, and making a certain area of his anatomy quite available to my questing fingers.

“Shit! Riku, give me a little warning next time, will ya?” he hisses as one of my slender fingers disappears into his depths.

I grin a little, now not only pumping his cock, but also one of my fingers in his entrance, as he practically melts right into the leather of my seats, breathing harshly into the warming air.

“Riku,” he moans almost breathlessly, bucking his hips and running his hand over my head in lazy circles that are probably wrecking havoc on my hairstyle. His hand snags, pulling my hair harshly, and I decide that we're ready to move on for now. With one more nip at the base of his cock, I sit back, licking my lips as I try to knock my hair back out of my face, where it lays in messy strings from Sora's petting. Finally, as Sora whines at me to get a move on, I simply catch my hair up in a messy bun with a rubber band from my pocket, and try to situate myself on the seat between Sora's legs. We shift around, attempting to both get as comfortable as possible, until we finally settle for him deeply bent at the waist so that his legs are slung over my shoulders, but with his shoulders and the top half of his back still pressed into the seat-back. Both my head and his booted feet hit the roof-liner as we laugh at each others' awkward positions.

“Comfortable?” I ask teasingly.

“Oh yeah, never been better,” he jokingly replies, “Now fuck me before I start to really regret this.”

“As my master commands,” I say, bowing my head with a grin before reaching to take my cock in hand, only to meet fabric.

....Damn it.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss, “I forgot to get my pants off.”

Sora sits completely still for a moment before he bursts out laughing as I try to somehow get the too-tight pants not only unbuttoned and unzipped, but also off my body, all without dumping Sora off of me.

“Oh shut up, you jerk,” I growl, so tempted to just shove him out of my lap, as Sora starts absolutely howling.

“I—oh god—I'm sorry, Ri. Hehehe. I just can't—gasp—help it! Woah, breathe!” he giggles brokenly before finally at least attempting to get himself under control with deep breathes and a hand fanning his red face. I spare him a disgusted look as I lift up my hips to wiggle my rear out of the tight material, and Sora bites the tip of his tongue to keep in a snicker.

“I hope your damn dick falls off,” I sneer, somehow getting my pants fully off my body finally, the underwear—if that flimsy thing even justifies the name—getting pulled down along with the slacks, before grabbing Sora's to adjust them once again.

“Oh do you?” he asks with a grin, “I was under the impression that you liked what I did it.”

I line up to his entrance, but lean over to lick his lips as I reply.

“Not enough to not throughly enjoy the spectacle, ya bastard.”

I nip at his bottom lip sharply and at the same time roll my hips forward, into Sora's tight embrace. Sora's eyes go wide, his pupils nearly eclipsing the deep blue of his irises. His mouth opens and he takes several gasping breaths, arms stretching down so he can lay his shaky palms on top of my hips as I wait for him to give me the go ahead. All the while, I lean over him, forcing myself to calm and wait for Sora.

Licking his lips, he looks at me through lowered lashes heatedly before quirking a brow and smirking, as if to say 'Is that all you've got?'

I let out a bark of laughter and respond to his silent challenge with all of my strength; pulling out, only to slam back into him with enough force to make him go wide-eyed once more with temporary shock. Not bothering to give him time to recover, I grind my hips into his buttocks, working them in tight circles that have Sora clenching his teeth and taking his erection into one of his fists.

“Fuck! Riku, you're so damn hot,” he pants, the other hand reaching out to cup my cheek shakily, and I tilt my face into his hold as I continue to take him at a quick, sloppy pace. The sound and feel of wet skin sliding against wet skin is intoxicating as the heater, working like a busy little ant, gradually works my car's interior temperature into nearly stifling heights with the help of our own vigorous and sweaty activity. Perspiration has already begun to gather on my forehead, and I spare a moment to yank my sweater over my head and chuck it off to the side. Sora's fingers are pinching and twisting my rock-hard nipples before the top has even hit the seat.

“Sora,” I groan, chest arching forward as my head falls back and to the side, the low roof getting in the way.

The rhythmetic motion of our bodies are unhindered and undisturbed for only a few more moments, when Sora suddenly chokes back a loud gasp, his hips lifting clear off my thighs and his hand, previously attacked to my chest, flies into his hair to pull at it in pent up frustration. I quicken my pace, and within another few thrusts, Sora is yelling at the top of his lungs as he cums over his chest. The sudden boa constrictor grip on my cock as his muscles clench at his peak puts me into a similar frenzy, but not before I pull out, figuring that Sora won't enjoy walking around with cum leaking from his entrance.

“Aaa—hhh!” I scream as I add my own seed to the mixture on Sora's tanned belly, barely able to tilt myself to the side so that I land in the seat, rather than all over Sora, when the strength leaves my muscles. We lay like that for a while, limbs tangled and bodies sweaty as we catch our breath and calm our racing hearts.

Sora is the first to move, retracting the leg that I'm practically laying on, and propping it up on the armrest between the driver and passenger seats. Once he has shifted around so that he's comfortable, he glances over at me smiles at me charmingly before resting his head and closing his eyes.

“That was really wild,” he says, eyes still closed.

“Hm,” I 'say' in reply, not really inclined to speak very much right now. Sora does not hold my sentiments.

“Seriously though, it's been a while since we've done something that crazy—last night not withstanding, of course. What do you think?”

I allow my eyes to roll backwards in minor exasperation under the cover of my still closed eyes. Dear god, does he ever just lay back and enjoy the afterglow without talking?

“What do I think?” I ask, opening my eyes and meeting Sora's just long enough to see him nod encouragingly before closing them again and continuing, “I think I've slept with girls less inclined toward pillow talk.”

The brunette is uncharacteristically silent and I begin wondering if I went too far in my blunt teasing, when he bursts into laughter.

“Well so sorry, Princess! I'll shut up now if you're that antisocial after sex.”

“You don't have to 'shut up,'” I say with a sigh, “Just give me a minute of peace—my brain doesn't exactly function correctly after good sex.”

“Oh so it was good for you,” Sora says slyly, “So I guess that means you won't be craving to see my dick fall off anytime soon?”

I snicker at his self-confident tone.

“Don't count on it,” I fire back at him, “Who said I didn't like it because you're cock was nowhere near my ass?”

“Oh please,” he scoffs, “You're nothing if not a screamer. I can tell you liked it just fine. In fact, I think I'm ready for another go if you need me to prove it.” He shifts around slightly so that he can lay between my barely open legs, and gropes the bit of cheek that my crooked right leg gives him access to. I moan at the erotic thought of having him take me like this, but turn him down nonetheless, refusing to surrender the game just yet.

“No, I think I prefer—OH!”

My sarcastic retort is cut by Sora hooking my knee over his shoulder, pressing up so that my leg lifts, and shoving one surprisingly wet fingertip inside me. He must be using the cum on his belly as a pseudo-lubricant.

“Sora,” I whine though he ignores me utterly, choosing instead to wiggle the finger in deeper, twisting and thrusting alternately until the rough pad of his finger brushes my prostate. I shudder, legs straining to open more, to allow Sora as much room to work with as possible, as long as it results in him doing that again.

“I made two promises, remember?” he says jokingly, “Now that I've fulfilled one, I had better make the other one come true as well, right? Can't have it be said that I'm not a man of my word.”

I writhe wantonly upon his finger—or rather,fingers, I realize as I feel him begin to scissor them inside me—instead of answering, finding it a bit difficult to keep my thoughts long enough to be able to vocalize them anyway.

“How's the opinion on my dick now?” he asks with a positively feral grin, relentlessly rubbing across my prostate so that it takes me several moments to gather my thoughts enough to think of an equally malicious reply.

“Uuhhh.... As long as your fingers don't fall off, I'm good,” I snap back.

“....That's harsh,” he says with overly dramatic horror and pulls his now three fingers out of me, “I don't want to get you off anymore.”

............WHAT?!?

“Get back here, you jackass!” I say after of moment of shocked silence, “You can't just get me going and then decide that you're going to stop right in the middle of it!”

“No, you hurt my feelings,” he insists in his 'hurt' voice, though he has to bite his cheek to keep from laughing at my outraged expression, “I don't want to have sex with such a mean person.”

“Don't want to have sex with such a—what the hell, Sora?! You've never minded before!”

“Maybe I just didn't realize what a evil bastard you were. Oh, what do you say to that?” he crows shamelessly as I narrow my eyes to the point that I probably do look rather evil.

Oh, he's so getting locked out tonight.

Which gives me an idea....

“I say I can do without you,” I sneer confidently. Sora smirks.

“Oh really now. And how is that?” he asks with a challenge in his voice.

“Like this,” I grin and slide both hands down between my legs, one grasping my cock and the other teasingly dipping into my entrance. Sora watches wide-eyed and slack-jawed, but I ignore him in favor of slipping a finger into my slicked passage and forcing a loud moan. It's not nearly as good as when Sora was doing it, for one thing, I can't even fully reach my pleasure spot in this position, but he doesn't need to know that. Despite that, Sora lasts the whole of 30 seconds, eyes all but glued to where I am penetrating myself with a finger, before he leans forward to join me. I immediately put my foot in the middle of his chest and push him back.

“Uh, uh, uh,” I breathe with a coy smile, “Remember, I'm vicious.”

“Riku.”

“Yes, lover?” I acknowledge him, making a show of sighing in pleasure while gently stroking my cock.

“I would like to retract my previous statement and ask permission to fuck you immediately.”

I quirk a brow at him in amusement and slip my finger out of myself.

“Permission granted.”

“Oh thank you,” he gives a relieved sigh that I chuckle at, and darts forward to lean over and kiss me deeply while quickly pushing inside. I gasp into the kiss as I feel myself stretch around his width, surprised by how different it feels from last night. I suppose that last night I was a little over prepared and so there wasn't near this level of me having to adjust to his size. I think I prefer it this way though. It's much more like I'm giving myself to Sora for him to deal with both my pleasure and pain, then when I took things into my own hands to make sure that there was only pleasure. My god, I think I'm addicted to the feeling.

I tilt my head, running my tongue sidelong to his when we both suddenly bite my tongue from shock.

KNOCK KNOCK

“There is no way my luck is that bad,” Sora hisses in outrage, sitting up, as I just lay in mortification underneath him.

KNOCK KNOCK

“Hold your horses!” Sora yells, dragging me towards him more, still speared on his cock, before bucking into me powerfully and setting a hard, swift pace.

“Sora!” I whisper in horror, trying to escape him in his moment of apparent insanity.

“No way in hell! If that's a cop, then I'm damn well going to finish before he can cite me for public indecency.”

KNOCK KNOCK

“Sora, please!” I whimper, half in absolute horror and half because of how crazy his punishing thrusts are driving me. I can't believe we're still doing this!

“Just. A. Minute,” he grounds out heatedly before throwing his head back and groaning as his seed floods out of his slit into my body. I can't help but shudder at the incredible feeling, but nonetheless beat his hands away from my cock angrily.

“There, you've cum! Now get your pants on and tell whoever is out there to go the hell away!”

Sora grins, grabbing his slacks and working them up his sweaty legs, yelling that he'll be ready in a minute when there is another knock, is just buttoning them up when I am shoving my legs into my own, ignoring the bundle of underwear in favor of just getting the damn things on before he opens the door. I start to pull my sweater over my head when Sora, wearing nothing but his pants, cracks the door and looks out innocently.

“Yes officer?”

My hearts stops...

“I'm gonna have to ticket you on public indecency, son,” someone giggles from outside, “Unless of course you'd like give us a free show, in which case I suppose I could let you off with just a warning for now.”

...And then kick starts itself back to life when I recognize the voice as Kairi.

“Why thank you, Officer Kairi. That's a most kind offer,” Sora says teasingly gracious, “Would you like me to spank him or just make out with him?”

“Oh! Can you do it without his pants on?” squeals Selphie in response, to which they all start laughing while I sigh in relief from my position on the other side of the car, counting my blessings that it was just Kairi and Selphie and not some cop come to arrest us for having sex in a public place—while we were in the middle of sex. I put my face into one of my palms in mortification at the mere thought, and apparently miss something because the next second, Sora is trying to catch my attention with a loud, “Hello! Earth to space cadet, Riku-babe!”

“Huh? What?” I ask his grinning face.

“Kai said they just finished and we can go back now,” he answers.

“Oh,” I say in surprise, “I thought it would take longer than that.”

“Yeah,” Kairi acknowledges with a nod as she leans over to speak to me, “We figured that it would too, but since there were no more mishaps, we got done pretty fast. And besides that, you guys have been out here for a while.”

I nod at her, encouraging her to elaborate, and she does.

“Let's put it like this: You guys left the apartment an hour ago, give or take a few minutes.”

....Oh. Well that would explain it.

Kairi giggles and Selphie bends over so that she can see in as well, clapping her hands.

“Okay boys, chop chop! Let's see a kiss so we can get out of here already.”

I start laughing and shaking my head, but Sora takes the decision out of my hands and pulling my forward for a kiss. I startle, grabbing one of his naked arms to steady myself, but allow him to tempt my mouth open undeterred until he also reaches to cup my arousal. I turn my head to break the kiss and remove his hand, sharing a meaningful look with him before going back to getting my clothes on. He chuckles and turns back around to face the girls.

“Was that good enough for you?”

“Mm,” one of them agrees and Sora proceeds to shoo them away, closing the door once again and smiling naughtily at me. I shake my head at him with a laugh.

“Stop looking at me like that and get your clothes on, you pervert.”

“Yes my lady,” he says in a gentlemanly fashion.

“I take it you don't want the option of sex in the shower later,” I retort dryly.

“Truth be told, I'm not sure that I even could,” he says, reaching down to grope himself lightly, “No, I don't think it's going to be happening.”

I laugh at his silliness and reply back teasingly.

“That's why I said 'later.' I know you don't have the same libido as you did 10 years ago.”

Sora goes slack-jawed before putting his tongue in his cheek and shaking his head ominously.

“I'm seriously going to have to screw you to hell and back to get any respect from you, aren't I?” he nods decisively then, “Well you know what? Mission accepted, bitch. Get ready for some serious rug burn. And tile burn and over-the-back-of-the-couch burn, and let's not forget kitchen-table burn. Oh, you're in trouble. You're not gonna have any skin on either your knees or back once I'm done with you.”

“Really?” I say with a hint of challenge, gripping the door handle behind me secretly, “Well you're gonna have to catch me before you can make good on that one.” My implications dawn on Sora a split second too late, and his sudden lunge at me barely brushes my thigh as I shove open the door and flee through it, back towards the apartment.

As Sora stumbles out of his door, cursing and yelling, I laugh loudly into the cold air. I won't give him too much of a hassle, but I do think I'd like to pick out our first spot.

And throw down some towels over various pieces of furniture before I get thrown over them.

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Wow! 21 freaking pages! Even chapter one wasn't that long! But I just couldn't stop writing! I had to slap myself to cut it off right here! And I am now 71 pages into this story. My goal is to have 100—even if I have to write a side fic in the same universe to reach said goal. Can you guys believe it, this is almost done! I may even have it done for its 1 year anniversary in February! (Am excited!)

Review guys and tell me what you thought, where you saw mistakes, etc...