THE LIST

Disclaimer: Doesn’t own the characters of Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy games…Unfortunately.

Warnings: Smut will ensue. Extreme WAFF

Random Italicized paragraphs indicate a flash to the present. It will make sense (I hope!)

The List: Bubbles Galore

Wet, cinnamon colored spikes rested limply against the porcelain lip of the bathtub, as weary blue eyes closed with a sleepy sigh. The owner of the spiky hair and sapphire eyes was exhausted after a grueling day of work for the restoration committee, if that wasn’t enough, training after dinner. Normally Sora was all for training, it generally meant a bout of hot sex with his platinum haired friend and lover after a demanding hour of swordplay. Tonight, Riku had been a sadistic ass. Strangely intense, the silver haired teen had been solely focused on sparring. His form had been perfect as they crossed swords; ivory skin glistening with sweat and slightly flushed from the physical exertion. Sora had been at a major disadvantage, so distracted by his lover, he failed to concentrate on his own technique, ending up sore and slightly scrapped from falling down repeatedly.

The youngest member of the restoration committee groaned lowly, as he shifted in the old claw foot bath tub, bubbles lapping at his overly sensitive bronze skin. His muscles were screaming for relief, a pout plumping his already delectable mouth as he recalled the intense need that had run rampant through his body as he sparred with his sarcastic lover. Aquamarine colored eyes intense, platinum hair swinging as he thrust and parried; Riku was breathtaking in Sora’s eyes. Heat, unrelated to the warm water the cinnamon haired teen was languidly relaxing in, began to pool in his stomach, taking his mind off the annoying aches and pains in the rest of his body.

Since childhood, the silver haired teen had been Sora’s center. As a result the cinnamon haired keyblade wielder understood Riku better than most. While the silver haired teen was sarcastic, at times rude; he used these things as a mask to hide his insecurities. As a child Riku had often willing chose to be alone, preferring to be on their island, dreaming of places far away; then be surrounded by people. It had been during one of Riku’s frequent bouts of introversion that Sora had realized that he felt something more for his best friend and sometime rival; then simple friendship or hero worship. Before these alien feelings had a chance to become clear, the first storm of Heartless had invaded their island, and they had been separated; thrown into a battle in which they didn’t fully understand, on opposing sides of the conflict.

During the time they had been separated, Sora had improved immensely with his swordplay, and they were now evenly matched. No longer just a playmate with a wooden sword, Sora stood on equal footing with his friend. Pitted against each other more times then they could count, neither teen had ever fully lost hope that someday they might be together once more. Almost eagerly they had sought each other out, swords crossing in something more than battle. Eyes desperately drinking in the other’s appearance, the battle a form of foreplay, as each teen tried to touch the other’s heart; frantic for the warmth of friendship amidst the cold heat of almost enemies; duty and misunderstanding constantly hindering them.

It had been in the midst of such a battle, that Sora had stopped fighting, his keyblade disappearing as he launched himself at his friend; wrapping his slim arms around broader, more defined shoulders. Dragging a shocked Riku down, Sora had attacked the mouth that had occupied most of his thoughts. Their first kiss had not been the romantic kiss each teen had secretly dreamed of; rather it had been a storm of sensation born in the desperate heat of battle. Riku’s strong hands caressing Sora’s almost girlish hips, as the cinnamon haired keyblade master kittenishly nipped and bit the platinum haired teen’s lips. Rough and uncoordinated, they fought the battle of dominance, Sora submitting almost eagerly, sucking his friend’s tongue into his mouth, as he twined his hands in that smooth silver hair. Riku exploring the unfamiliar territory, tongue frantically trying to memorize the wet, hot cavern; their moans mingling together as Sora pressed closer.

It had been Riku who had come to his senses first. Aquamarine eyes expressing a mixture of confusion, love and heartbreak; were drawn to his childhood friend, whose kiss bruised lips were parted, as Sora tried to suck in much needed air. Sapphire eyes locked with the aquamarine eyes, a wealth of previously unknown emotions passing wordlessly between the two teens, confusion swirling around them in detectable waves; Riku disappeared silently into a dark portal. Sora was left alone, for the first time in a long time, the flame which had been born in him flickered stronger, hope reborn in him once more. As time passed, they continued to battle, hearts breaking a little more each time they were forced to cross swords. It would be two years before they were reunited as friends, and finally able to truly become lovers; a year of that hated time Sora spent desperately searching for his friend, who was lost in the void. Each time he failed, his heart broke just a little more, despair slowly overriding hope.

Lost in memories, Sora failed to hear the door creak open, then shut as Riku leaned against the wall; aquamarine eyes heavy as he observed his clueless lover. Sapphire eyes closed; a slender but capable hand slid down bubble slicked skin, as Sora finally grasped his erection; stroking lightly as memories of his and Riku’s first time bombarded his body.

After finding Riku, the two weary teens had traveled back to the island, together with their childhood friend Kairi. On the island which was seemingly untouched by time and conflict, Riku began to isolate himself once more from his friends. Tired of being avoided, understanding the guilt his friend felt, but unwilling to allow its continued presence; Sora had taken the initiative. Having had the run of Riku’s home through out his childhood, he knew it as well as his own. Sitting on the sill of his best friend’s open window, Sora watched the fitfully sleeping Riku; his heart breaking as he listened to the moans of despair and pain. Heart beating faster as his name was whispered with near reverence.

Finally slipping inside the room, Sora stripped off his clothes. Sliding under the tangled covers, the spiky haired teen curled his warm body against Riku’s chilled skin. Unconsciously the platinum haired teen arched into the warmth offered by his friend, comforted by the hand stroking his hair, as he was enveloped by loving arms. For the first time since his return, Riku felt at peace; something that had eluded him, even in sleep. Sora held his friend tightly, for the moment content that he could calm his soon to be lover.

The aquamarine eyed teen’s clammy skin began to heat, as his peaceful dreams began to take a more erotic turn. Riku rocked his boxer clad erection against Sora, as he dreamt of a lithe body bowed in ecstasy, bite marks littering the exposed column of his lover’s throat, hands tangled in cinnamon spikes, silky bronze skin beaded with sweat, mewling moans of pleasure echoing in an other wise silent room. Sora stifled his groans of need against a milky white shoulder, as Riku began to thrust his cock more forcefully against the brunette’s own hardening erection.

Riku bit his lip, as he watched the lithe body of his lover arch, warm water sloshing around in the bathtub, as the cinnamon haired teen languidly stroked his engorged cock; the platinum haired teen slowly teasing his own awakening erection through his baggy pants. Sora’s expressive eyes tightly closed, as fingers dipped into the slit which was leaking pre cum, his moans of need echoing in the steamy room.

Sora straddled the still slumbering platinum haired teen, sheets pooling around his waist, spiky hair thrown back, as he rocked desperately against his lover. He ached to wake Riku up, to make this more than a hazy dream for his friend. The cinnamon haired teen giggled softly as he imagined Riku’s expression at finding Sora molesting him in his sleep.

Pinpricks of awareness began to flood Riku’s consciousness; a comfortable weight was moving over him, the boxer shorts he had gone to sleep in were no longer dry; rather they were soaked through with the viscous fluid leaking from his cock. Cracking his eyes unwillingly, the platinum haired teen didn’t want to leave this almost painfully realistic dream just yet. Aquamarine eyes opened wide at the vision in front of him. His beautiful, innocent Sora was straddling his erection, as he rocked against him in an unhurried pace, his head thrown back in pleasure. Riku’s own hands wrapped tightly around those slim hips, helping the younger teen move against him in a smooth pace; the silver haired teen moaned in pleasure.

Lust darkened sapphire eyes opened at the sound of Riku moaning, Sora locking eyes with his wide awake lover. The cinnamon haired teen was suddenly nervous; would Riku push him away as he had done so many times since returning home, or would he accept what Sora so desperately needed to offer. Praying to the gods and goddesses that he wouldn’t be rejected, the cinnamon haired teen leaned forward and for the first time since their frantic first kiss, pressed his lips gently against Riku’s mouth.

Rejection didn’t even enter Riku’s mind, as he moaned into the sweet kiss. His calloused hands trailed up the smooth lines of Sora’s back, before tangling in cinnamon colored spikes. The silver haired teen deepened the kiss, his tongue pressing against the seam of Sora’s lips, silently begging for entrance. Which the cinnamon haired teen eagerly granted, body twisting as he tried to press even closer to his lover. Riku lovingly traced the memorized planes of Sora’s mouth, his lover’s taste the same as it had been so long ago.

Riku had been dreaming of this for so long; ages before the Heartless had invaded the island, eons before they had become reluctant enemies. When they had finally returned to the island, which was no longer home for either of them, the silver haired teen had forced himself to stay away from his childhood friend. He had been afraid of tainting the innocence which cloaked Sora with his blood stained hands. Afraid of the darkness he knew still resided inside him. Riku had briefly considered leaving once more; only to come to the realization that he couldn’t leave Sora alone; even if it was for his own good. His selfishness was yet another reminder that he was not good enough for the cheerful brunette. So he had tried to push his beautiful love away, only to fail miserably if the current situation was any indication.

Moonlight filtered in through the window, accompanied by a warm sea scented breeze, as two teens lay tangled together on the bed. Whispered declarations of love and devotion intermingled with not so innocent caresses and kisses. Pre cum soaked boxers were removed, covers kicked to the floor as bodies were explored and skin tasted.

Sora’s annoyance with Riku had melted away ages ago, long before the bubbles had disappeared, and the water had turned cool. The brunette’s hands moving almost desperately over his erection as he recalled the sensations of a time long past. Time had not gilded his memories of their first time together. Then and now, it had perfect. It had been rough and uncoordinated, neither of them having experience with sex, a trial and error process of learning how to pleasure the other. It had been completely by accident that Sora learned that biting could be a wondrous sensation; pleasure and pain intermingling, to create something beyond words. Through out the night, they memorized each other’s bodies, making up for the time they had lost. Bronze and porcelain limbs tangled together, neither teen willing to relinquish their hold on the other; they decided to leave the island, to make a home else where. The Restoration Committee needed more volunteers and the island was too small after experiencing so much.

Riku remained propped against the wall, his eyes never leaving his lover. As Sora spilled his seed over his pumping hand, Riku’s name escaping those quivering lips, the silver haired teen’s cock contracted tightly in his hand, his release closely following his lover’s. Aquamarine eyes closed as he recalled the first time with Sora. It had been painful for the brunette, as neither teen had been prepared, supply wise. With only his own saliva to ease the way, Riku had pushed his way into his lover’s puckered entrance. Tears escaping the sapphire eyes of the innocent teen he had loved since before he had known what love truly was. He had wanted to stop then, unwilling to cause anymore pain for his lover, only to be spurred on by Sora, who had wrapped his long legs around his waist. Too quickly, it had been over, both Sora and Riku coming within minutes. As he had laid there, wrapped in Sora’s thin arms, the silver haired teen felt for the first time that his soul had been cleansed, it was still stained, but no longer unbearably so.

Weak limbed from his release, Sora stood on shaky legs, hands reaching for a towel which wasn’t there. Raising his head, the cinnamon locked teen encountered his lover’s gaze. Riku stood less than a foot away, towel in hand as he ran his aquamarine eyes over Sora’s exposed body. Stepping free from the cool water, Sora allowed Riku to reverently dry off his damp skin. Uncontrollable giggles escaping as the hands which were drying off his body found his ticklish spots. Grabbing hold of his lover’s hand, Sora led the normally brash, confident Riku from the bathroom.

Sora stood nude in the middle of their bedroom, his lover slowly worshipping his bronzed body. His knees trembling violently, as Riku swallowed his aching cock, his fingers tightening uncontrollably in silky, silver hair, doing his best to not thrust his hips forward. Too quickly, Riku released his erection, lips trailing up to pay homage to the sensitive skin of Sora’s abdomen, paying close attention to the brunette’s belly button. Moans filled the still air, as the platinum haired teen slowly teased his lover to incoherency.

Moonlight streaming through the open window, Riku laid his beautiful lover on the bed. Slicking his fingers with oil, he slowly inserted one finger into Sora’s puckered entrance. The cinnamon haired keyblade wielder moaned, as he thrust his hips forward, encouraging the aquamarine eyed teen to speed up the pace. If anything, Riku slowed down, finger slowly pumping in and out of the entrance he had fucked so many times, adding one more finger, until Sora was wild eyed with need. Unable to hold back any longer, Riku finally pushed the head of his engorged cock inside his lover, moaning in pleasure as he was finally seated within Sora.

Sora arched his tight body, arms wrapped around broad shoulders, as he pulled his lover to him. Tongues entangled, the two teens began to move in a smooth rhythm. Their bodies joined in an erotic dance. Bodies and minds in tune, they came together, bodies arching off the bed.

As Sora lay wrapped in Riku’s arms, he smiled. Rather than the frenzied fuck he had been expecting, he had experienced something much sweeter.

~Owari

A/N: I hope that the future and past tense sections of this installment made sense! This format is completely new for me. I was fully planning on making this as smutty as possible, but I guess my muse had other ideas. Hope everybody enjoys.