Riku and Sora Make a Porno-Uncensored!

This is the last actual chapter of “Riku and Sora Make a Porno-Uncensored!” After this, there’s the epilogue and a special addendum chapter for all my awesome reviewers. Then this story will be finished. I’m a little sad, actually, that I’m almost done…

KEY: Anything surrounded by / / is something Riku is thinking. Anything surrounded by // // is something Sora is thinking. Anything surrounded by /// /// is something multiple people are thinking at the same time.

WARNINGS: LEMON! Yes, that’s right, everyone! Your patience has finally paid off! I have written a lemon for this chapter! So…anal, and that’s about it.


Chapter Seven: Dammit, I Love You!

“Riku, where are we going to sleep?”

Riku dragged over two rotten old crates, one of which still had the logo of a sea salt ice cream company visible on its side. The other had several old and rusty nails poking through the top. Both crates were missing several planks and smelled like a nasty combination of week-old garbage and dog piss. /Gods. I hope somebody brought nose plugs. And I REALLY hope everyone’s up to date on their tetanus shots…/

“Home sweet home,” Riku said, a touch of anger in his voice. He gestured at his sad-looking excuse for a makeshift shelter, ice blue eyes narrowed.

“But…what if someone has to pee?” Sora looked at their new “home” with a mixture of shock, distaste, and horror. But mostly the horror part.

Riku pointed to a small hole in the ground about two feet from their old crates. “Bathroom sweet bathroom.”

“You do realize, of course, that this is all your fault. Right, Rikee?” Axel poked his spiky scarlet head out from underneath his and Roxas’s elaborately constructed shelter of soggy cardboard boxes covered with an old tarp. His emerald eyes narrowed at the silver-haired boy. “If you hadn’t given me that half-assed dare, I wouldn’t have been attacked by those crazy cats, and then your retarded landlord wouldn’t have kicked us all out of our apartments.”

“Don’t you fucking DARE try to pin this all on me, Pyru!” Riku spat. “Everyone knows full well you didn’t have to take that dare, but no, you just had to prove something, didn’t you?”

Sora grabbed the back of Riku’s shirt to keep him from jumping the redhead. “Riku, seriously, just calm down,” he hissed. “That stray dog over there’s looking at us, and I think it might be feral.”

“Not like you got the balls to do anything anyways, Agatsuma,” Axel sneered, and Sora practically fell on top of Riku to keep him from charging into a fight.

“Look, everyone just knock it off!” Roxas shoved Axel aside and stuck his head out as well, looking extremely annoyed. “I know everyone’s pissed because the bank was closed and we couldn’t get any cash-.”

“Not like having money would even help us right now anyway.” Riku, apparently having a strange fit of bipolar, slumped down with a loud, depressed sigh, allowing Sora to release him. All the fight seemed to have been drained out of him. “We only have enough cash left to get train tickets right back home to Mom and Dad.”

“Well, we could’ve at least gotten money to stay in a hotel tonight,” Roxas muttered. “But OF COURSE the only ATM machine in town just had to get vandalized beyond repair by a drunken hobo, today of all days.” He disappeared back under the ratty gray tarp, muttering random curse words under his breath.

“Roxy…don’t be like that…” Axel reached an arm under the tarp, patting his boyfriend awkwardly on the shoulder. “I mean, so what if we’re spending the night underneath some pieces of crap in the lot behind the garage where the garbage gets dumped on Mondays? It could be worse.”

“Oh, really? How, Axel? Please tell me how this could possibly get any worse,” Roxas bit out sarcastically.

“Well, at least we still have all our stuff.” Axel waved a long arm at the various suitcases and bags surrounding the group in a haphazard circle. “And, uh…nobody’s dead, right?”

“I can’t believe I’m still dating you.” There was a slight fluttering of the tarp as Roxas shifted around unhappily in the cramped shelter.

“I still can’t really believe you guys actually got kicked out,” said Sora. “I mean, Xemnas is a bastard, but I never thought he’d actually evict people who weren’t in a building completely under his control.”

“Yeah, well, not everyone’s as great and noble as you think they are, Sora,” Roxas said darkly, sticking his head back out in an attempt to get more comfortable. “When we got to our apartment, there was an eviction notice on the door signed by our landlord. We couldn’t believe it at first…Axel spent nearly half an hour holding it up to the light to see if it was genuine…”

“Larxene was practically having a party across the hall,” Axel spat. He then muttered a string of swear words in what sounded like Spanish, but no one could ever really tell with Axel.

“Look, maybe we should all just get some sleep,” Sora said, still optimistic to the point where it sort of scared his friends. “I’m sure things will be better in the morning. I mean, at least it’ll be warmer out here when the sun’s up, right?”

“But in the morning we’ll have no breakfast and we’ll get attacked by Twilight Town’s rabid stray animals,” Riku yelled. He was now crouched a little ways off from the others, pretending to pout but really just checking out Sora’s ass from a distance.

“Come on Riku, knock it off and let’s get under the crates now,” Sora yelled, as Axel and Roxas mumbled vague “good-nights” and stuck their own heads back under their shelter.

And so Riku and Sora began the long, arduous process known as fitting two full-grown male bodies underneath two medium-sized old crates. This is a task usually only attempted by Olympic gymnasts, and so was doubly difficult for the two boys, who could not be called gymnasts by any stretch of the imagination. Sora in fact held an unofficial Twilight Town record for Most Fragile Objects Broken By Accident in One Lifetime So Far.

“Ow! Riku, your elbow is in my nose! I can’t breathe…”

“Well, I’ll move my elbow if you stop poking my eye out with your hair.”

“Holy crap. It smells like shit under here. You didn’t happen to…y’know…fart in here, did you?”

“…No.”

“I can’t move.”

“Neither can I. Deal with it.”

Riku thought the only positive side to sleeping underneath crates with rusty nails in them, and which a dog had probably used as a bathroom at some point or another, was that he was pressed close against Sora. In that tight, airless space there was no room to turn over, so he and Sora lay side by side on their backs, gazing up at the rotted wood planks of their shelter. Riku could feel every curve of Sora’s body against his own, and those narrow hips rounding out into firm calves felt like absolute bliss to him. He would have thought that he’d died and gone to heaven, except for the stench. It probably didn’t smell this bad in heaven.

“…Riku?”

“What?” Riku turned his head a fraction of an inch to look at Sora, because it had sounded to him for a minute like the brunet had been crying when he spoke…

Oh shit. He was crying.

“Sora…seriously, dude, calm down. It’ll-it’ll be OK. It’ll all work out, you’ll see. Just…don’t cry…” Great. Simply fucking great. Now Riku felt like crying too. He hadn’t felt this close to panic throughout the entire day. Not when they’d lost the apartment, not when they’d realized they were all penniless at the moment, not even when they’d decided to spend the night in the lot behind the town dump had he panicked. But now…now Sora, the eternal optimist, the ray of light in everyone’s lives, the boy who made every sad person he talked to feel a little better just by saying “Hello” to them…now he was crying like he’d lost all hope. So now Riku felt like he was lost in a pitch-black cave without a flashlight. He had no idea how to make the love of his life feel better.

“It’s just…” Sora turned his head a little so his tears would run onto the sleeve of his hoodie. He hiccuped slightly. “I…don’t know what we’re gonna do now. I mean, we have no money, we have to go back to our parents…who knows how long it’ll take us to find new jobs? What if we each end up finding different work far away, and we go off separately and…” sniffle “never see each other again?”

“No!” Riku couldn’t move to grab Sora’s arm, but he clenched his hands into tight fists and stared at the brunet as hard as he could, hoping his message would get across anyway. “Sora, I WILL NOT let that happen. You and I are going to stay together always.”

Sniff. Watery cerulean blue eyes were turned towards him. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because…” Riku really had no idea what to say, so he just opened his mouth and started talking, letting the words flow freely. “Because you’re everything to me, Sora. You’re my best friend, the person I’ve spent every day with since I was a kid. I just can’t imagine living without you. You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met, and I don’t think I could’ve made it through high school or college or anything without you. And…and…dammit, Sora, I love you!”

Riku’s eyes widened. His mouth dropped open in horror. /Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. I hadn’t meant for THAT to come out…/

Sora stopped crying almost immediately. A few remaining tears sparkled like raindrops in those deep blue eyes, which widened as he stared at Riku. //He…loves me? R-really…?//

Riku turned his head back to the rotting crates, closing his eyes tightly. He didn’t want to see the look of shock and revulsion that he was sure was etched into his best friend’s face at his confession. Without even realizing it, more words spilled from his mouth, until Riku was practically babbling. “I didn’t mean it like that, Sora! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! That came out all wrong!”

“Riku,” Sora whispered the name like it was a wish, a prayer, a dream. And to him, it was all those things. The silver-haired boy’s name was the most beautiful word in existence. No other could come even close.

“I don’t wanna lose you! I can’t lose you! Just forget I said anything!” Tears were starting to prick at the corners of Riku’s own eyes now, but he couldn’t do anything about it except squeeze them more tightly shut and hope he didn’t start bawling.

“Riku,” Sora said a bit louder now, a smile playing around the edges of his lips.

“Please don’t move away from me, Sora! I promise I won’t even talk to you if you don’t want me to, but as long as I can at least still see you around on the street it’ll be OK. You won’t even know I’m there if you don’t want to see me, honest!”

“Riku,” Sora said a little louder now, the smile turning into a confused frown.

“I’m such an idiot! Such a fucking idiot! I can’t believe I’d wreck the best friendship I ever had like this! So stupid…”

“RIKU!” Sora yelled in his ear.

“I know, I know! You hate me now!” Riku wailed, turning his head half an inch farther away from Sora.

Sora sighed. Really, Riku could be quite stupid at times.

So he took the silver-haired boy’s chin and gently turned his pale face back towards his own. Then, Sora kissed him.

Icy eyes widened in shock. /I’ve gotta be dreaming. A stray animal must’ve ripped out my jugular and now I’ve passed out on the ground from blood loss, because there is NO WAY this is really happening./

Sora ran his tongue insistently along Riku’s lower lip, and the boy took the hint and opened his mouth, allowing the brunet’s tongue to slip in and trace gently, lovingly over Riku’s smooth white teeth, then curl around the base of his throat. Riku tasted like mint and honey to him, mixed together in just the right combination for perfect kissing bliss.

Riku then dived into Sora’s mouth, kissing the boy’s lips as greedily as a thirsty man in the desert would drink a cup of water. His own tongue explored every inch of Sora’s mouth, loving that he tasted like sea salt ice cream on a hot summer day. His hands moved up to Sora’s spiky cinnamon hair, running insistently through the locks as if trying to memorize every last strand.

Finally, the two boys broke apart for air, gasping slightly. Sora curled into Riku’s chest, gently nuzzling at the older boy. “I love you too, idiot,” he said quietly. “I’ve always loved you, ever since high school when I saw you in the boys’ locker room with your shirt off. You’re perfect Riku, absolutely perfect. I’d never leave you.”

Riku dropped his own head into Sora’s hair, nuzzling him as well. “Sora,” he whispered. “Thank you so much. This is just so amazing…is this really happening, or am I dreaming?”

Sora moved his hand a little and pinched Riku’s thigh.

“Ow!” Riku hissed. “That hurt. OK, fine then, I’m not dreaming.” He reached down for another kiss. “Good.”

“But I don’t understand,” said Sora. “I thought you still liked Olette? Why this sudden attraction to me now?”

Riku smiled slightly. “Sora, Sora Sora,” he laughed. “You’re so naïve. I haven’t liked Olette for a long time now. I just didn’t want to cave on making the porno in front of Axel. He never would’ve let me live it down. Not to mention, that damn pyro has a shitload of a blackmail material on me anyway. Bastard…”

“You don’t regret it, do you? Making the porno, I mean.” Sora looked up at Riku with big, worried eyes.

“Nah, not really. It let me see you in a lot of interesting positions, so I’m grateful.” Riku reached down and stroked Sora’s rear, causing the brunet to squeak and curl up a little tighter.

“Riku…” Sora muttered, blushing furiously. “Give a guy some warning, will ya?”

“Sora, do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” Riku gazed into the younger boy’s eyes with deep longing and affection…and lust. “I’ve spent just about every night dreaming about taking you. It was driving me crazy.”

“I dreamed about stealing your underwear,” Sora muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Sora grinned innocently up at Riku, inadvertently turning him on even more. “I meant, let’s not wait anymore. I’ve wanted you too, Riku, so let’s just do it.”

Riku smirked, and with one heave of his back, threw the crates clear off of him and Sora. The cool, fresh night air swept over them, teasing their hair around their faces, and above them, the night sky was filled with a million stars.

Riku climbed on top of Sora, straddled his waist, and began to kiss hungrily around the base of his neck. “Are you ready?” He whispered.

“Are you sure, Riku? In the dump? Where someone could just walk by and see us?” Sora looked a little doubtful. “I mean, I want this too, don’t get me wrong, but it’s our first time and all…”

Riku growled slightly and ground his hips hard into Sora’s, causing the brunet to cry out. “R-Riku!”

“Just relax, Sora. It’ll be fine,” Riku murmured gently, as he removed Sora’s hoodie and tank top. The silver-haired boy began to kiss along Sora’s chest, occasionally biting at the soft flesh there and sucking at the dark marks he made. He grew more daring as he went, kissing down Sora’s stomach and swirling his tongue in the brunet’s navel, then reaching up to lick and tweak at soft, dusky pink nipples.

“Aah! …R-Riku…Please…” Sora moaned.

“That’s good, Sora. Cry my name,” Riku whispered against his soon-to-be lover’s tanned skin, tugging off Sora’s baggy black pants and underwear. Feeling Sora’s hands yanking at his shirt, he wriggled out of the garment, then let Sora help him out of his jeans and boxers. He swirled his tongue once more around each of Sora’s nipples, loving how they got hard and red under his ministrations, before turning his attention southward.

Riku grinned down at Sora’s hard length. “Do you want me to?” He asked.

“Nngh…Yes…”

Riku bent down and licked at the tip of Sora’s member, using his tongue to swirl the younger boy’s precum over his entire length.

“Aah, Riku, I’m going…to…cum…”

“Not quite yet…I want to make this last.” Riku stuck a few fingers into Sora’s mouth, letting the brunet swirl his tongue over and around them so they would be slippery. After a minute or so, Sora felt a wet finger pushing in at his entrance.

“Ah!…”

“Ssh, it’s OK, it’s OK, I love you.”

Riku added a second finger then, using a scissoring motion to widen Sora and making sure to hit his prostate with each thrust. Soon the brunet’s hisses became long, beautiful moans once more, which caused Riku’s cock to throb and pulse, leaking precum. He added a third finger, thrusting harder.

“Sora…I have to get inside you now…if I don’t, I’ll cum just from looking at you…”

“OK…”

Riku spread his precum over his own aching member, and when it was nice and slick he began to penetrate Sora’s entrance, kissing at the brunet’s collarbone whenever he yelled. He kept going until he was submerged to the hilt, and Sora’s tight ass felt like paradise around his cock.

“Aagh, Riku…”

“Just relax, just relax…”

“OK, OK…I’m OK…”

Riku then began to thrust in and out, slowly at first, then faster as he found Sora’s prostate and angled to hit that with each thrust. Sora moaned. “Faster Riku…faster, please…”

As Riku thrust, he reached out and rubbed Sora’s own cock in time to his movements, creating a delicious friction that caused the younger boy to cry out even louder.

“Say my name, Sora…cry it out…”

“RIKU!”

And with one final thrust, Riku came, shooting white cum all over Sora’s ass and the ground. A few more strokes of his hand and Sora had come as well, shooting his own seed into the ground on top of Riku’s.

Sora and Riku collapsed into each other, breathing hard. Riku pulled Sora into his chest and held him close. Sora wrapped his arms up around Riku’s neck, threading his fingers into Riku’s silver locks.

“That was…amazing…”

“Yeah…”

“I love you, Sora.”

“Mmm…Love you too, Riku…”

/Damn. That was a million times better than any stupid dream./

“Hey, Riku, we should really put our pants on, at least. I mean, we are lying in a dump where anyone can see us.”

MEANWHILE…

“Wow,” Axel said, eyes wide in shock. “They’re really…loud.”

“They sure are,” Roxas nodded in agreement. “I didn’t even want to know Sora could make those noises.”

“To be honest though, I didn’t know either of them swung that way,” said Axel. “I mean, I could maybe see Riku as gay; he’s really girly, but I always thought Sora at least was straight…”

“It’s about damn time,” Roxas grunted.

“Yeah…Wait, what?” Axel turned over to face the blond, confusion written all over his face. “You…you knew? This whole time? That Sora and Riku…were…” The redhead made a complicated gesture obviously meant to convey romantic interest, but only Roxas would have been able to decipher its meaning.

“Well, wasn’t it obvious?” Roxas smirked at his boyfriend. “The way they kept looking at each other, and they were always practically joined at the hip. It was so incredibly obvious. I can’t believe you didn’t notice.”

“So…this whole porno thing…”

“Oh, I never intended to actually win anything in the contest. It was just a ruse to get Sora and Riku together.”

“You tricky little minx,” Axel laughed, lightly whacking Roxas on the head. “Why didn’t you tell me, at least?”

“’Cause you would’ve opened your big mouth and told them, of course. Dumbass,” Roxas grinned, playfully punching Axel in the arm in return.

“I don’t know about you, but the noises those two are making are really turning me on,” Axel smirked widely at the blond. “You wanna?”

Roxas smirked back. “Eh, why not?”

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The next morning, Sora and Riku awoke to a strange man peering down at their half-clothed bodies with extreme confusion.

“HOLY SHIT!” Sora yelled, scrambling up and away from the intruder. “What the hell?! Not cool man, not cool!” He furiously started to do up his belts while glaring up at the man.

“Uh…who ARE you, and why are you in a dump?” Riku asked, rubbing at sleep-clouded eyes. “Garbage day isn’t for another two days…you’re not a hobo, are you?”

The man in question narrowed piercing midnight-blue eyes at the two boys. He was a rather strange-looking man, dressed in very tight jeans, lime-green sneakers, and a tight black T-shirt with an elegant pink flower silk-screened on the front. He had a sharp, angular face that made him look exotic, as if he was from a far-away land, and which was framed by wild, wavy, shoulder-length locks of pink hair.

“No,” the pink-haired man said. “I am not a hobo. I am Marluxia Sakura, owner of the adult video store YAOI on Station Heights. I visited an apartment building on Back Alley and was told I would find Mr. Sora Aoyagi and Mr. Riku Agatsuma here. Would you two be them?”

“Yeah, we’re Sora and Riku…are you a transsexual or a crossdresser or something?” Sora asked, gazing at Marluxia’s pink hair in shock.

Marluxia’s eye twitched slightly, and his mouth narrowed into a tight, thin line. “I’m leaving now,” he said, turning sharply on his heel.

“Hang on a sec!” Riku leapt to his feet and grabbed Marluxia’s arm. “What did you want to tell us?”

“Well.” Marluxia slowly turned back around and glared at Riku. “I was going to tell you about the results of your pornography tape in my store’s recent video contest, but now I don’t think-.”

/…Huh? Someone gave our tape to this guy? Uh-oh, I gotta hear this./ “No, wait! Tell us! He’s sorry! He didn’t mean it!” Riku cried, gesturing wildly in Sora’s direction.

“I’m sorry!” Sora said, getting to his feet and going to Riku’s side. The silver-haired boy gripped his hand tightly. “I’m really, really sorry, Sakura-san. Could you please just tell us about our video?”

“Alright, alright! Fine,” Marluxia held his hands up in a gesture of defeat. “Your friend Axel dropped your tape off at my video store yesterday afternoon. We reviewed it, and it was surprisingly good. For something that was made by amateurs, that is. As an experiment, we put it out on shelves for customers to buy and ran a fifteen-minute clip of it on our in-store TVs. And the tapes just flew off the shelves! Everyone who saw the clip seemed to think it was funny. A few of them even passed out from laughing so hard, and we had to call an ambulance…But that aside, it was a surprisingly profitable day for my store. So on behalf of everyone at YAOI, I would like to thank you for your contest entry, and I’m here to tell you that your entry has won first prize.”

Sora and Riku stared at Marluxia, mouths wide open. A little drool was coming out of Riku’s open mouth, but the boy didn’t even notice in his shock. “Are…are you serious?” Sora finally managed to choke out.

“Hey, what’s going on out here…oh! Marly!” Axel wriggled out from underneath his and Roxas’s shelter and went over to Marluxia. “What’re you doing here so early?”

“Well, Axel, I wanted to tell you that-.”

“Lemme guess. Our movie is a freaking huge success and everyone loves it.” Axel smirked. “I knew it.”

“Axel, when did you have time to drop the tape off? Last I remember, we were all being evicted yesterday,” Riku demanded, glaring at the redhead.

“Do you know Marluxia?” Sora asked.

“Great questions,” said Axel, smirk growing wider. “Glad to see you’re all paying attention. Yeah, I dropped the tape off yesterday. I did a few last-minute edits while Roxas was busy throwing everything we owned into a bunch of suitcases. Then I went to look for another ATM that was actually working, and I dropped the tape off.

“And Marly here? Yeah, I know him. His shop is where I get-.”

“Axel, if you finish that sentence, I am going to find the nearest heavy object and club you to death with it,” Riku snarled.

“You were all evicted yesterday? That’s why you’re in the dump? Oh my,” said Marluxia.

“Why’d you think we were here? Because we like the smell?” Riku muttered.

“I think I can help you though,” Marluxia continued, and everyone’s eyes snapped straight to him. “I’d be willing to pay all four of you a certain amount of money each month in return for allowing me to keep your movie on my shelves. It might be enough to help you get back on your feet.” Marluxia pulled a slip of paper out of his pants pocket. “How does this amount sound for now?”

“Are you freakin’ serious!?” Riku gasped.

“That’s, like, more money than I made in ever!” Sora cried.

“Sweet,” Axel grinned.

“Well, alright then,” Marluxia handed the paper to Sora and turned to go. “I can meet you later in my shop to discuss the details.”

“Bye,” They all chorused as the pink-haired man left.

“WOOHOO!” Riku yelled, jumping in the air and punching a fist at the sky.

“Yeah! We don’t have to live in the dump!” Sora said happily, leaping around in circles.

“I gotta go wake up Roxas!” Axel said, smiling for real for once. He dived back under the tarp with a loud cry of “ROXY!” practically destroying his entire shelter in the process.

“Get over here, you,” Riku called, reaching out to grab the bouncing Sora in a fierce embrace.

As the two shared another kiss, Riku thought that perhaps Roxas’s ideas weren’t so bad after all. And Sora’s baggy pants were a very, very good thing, of course. And that whoever had invented Keyblades and butt-capes should be gifted with the Nobel Peace Prize, and should be knighted and allowed to live out the rest of his days on a sprawling, million-dollar chocobo ranch.

/I never thought I’d think this, but…Thank the gods for porn!/


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