Bye Bye Kairi; Hello Roxas!

A/N: Hello, folks! This is my...well, second KH fic, but my first lemon for this series. Basically, I was looking at a picture of Sora and Roxas one day and the thought just popped into my head, 'Why not see if they can develop feelings for each other?' And this is the end result. I have one other KH story, it's a multi-fic and it is on my fanfiction.net account, under the title 'Soul of the Fallen'. If you wish, check it out and leave me a review!

Well, enough of my prattle! On with the smut, er story!

He couldn’t help it. Locked inside his head, he couldn’t help but admire him for everything he’d done and gone through. From Heartless taking his home to losing his heart to losing his memory and on, Sora had persevered through everything thrown at him.

What he couldn’t admire about him was his taste in women. Sure, Kairi was nice and fun and all, but she was rather…plain. She truly had no substance to her that would attract a guy like Sora. Now, he, Roxas, might be able to catch a guy like Sora, but it shouldn’t have been Kairi who caught his eye.

So, he devised a plan to make Sora his. Whenever he had a problem with his homework, Roxas was always there to help. Whenever he needed to talk to someone, Roxas was there to listen. Every time he ran across too high a hurdle, Roxas was there. Soon, Roxas’ plan was coming to fruition as he saw growing respect and something more in Sora’s eyes.

Finally, after Kairi had left (after rudely inviting herself over for dinner), Sora called to Roxas.

“You rang?” Roxas asked jokingly.

Sora laughed and replied, “Yep. I want to know why you don’t like Kairi.”

Roxas wasn’t expecting the question and it threw him for a loop for a second. Who knew Sora could be so serious. “Well…look, I don’t like her because she seems…artificial. There’s just something false about her personality.”

Sora nodded and stared out the window. “She came tonight to break up with me.”

That swiftly got Roxas’ full attention on Sora. “When did she say that? I thought I could hear everything you say to people.”

“I hid that knowledge from you.” Still wouldn’t meet Roxas’ eyes. Looking closer, Roxas saw unshed tears forming at the corners.

“Hey, hey,” Roxas whispered and rubbed the tears away. “None of that. Otherwise, you’ll look like a stop light.” Sora laughed, even if it was a pathetic attempt at humor.

Sora nuzzled into Roxas’ hand and gave it a light kiss before looking up at him with gentle eyes.

“I know I’m not someone that people can like. I also know I’m not altogether all that special, but, Roxas, I think I’ve fallen in love with you.” He gave Roxas a look and he almost melted at it. It was so warm and full of compassion, something that no one in the Organization had ever given him, not even Axel.

Plus, he’d always seen Axel as more of a friend than a lover. Sora, on the other hand…looked positively stunning in the moonlight that filtered in through the glass window. Not being able to resist the urge (not that he was really trying all that hard), Roxas leaned in and kissed Sora full on the mouth.

Roxas moaned at the taste and put more oomph into it, grinding his lips against Sora’s. He heard Sora’s whimper as something hard pressed into his hip. Smirking slightly, he reached down to Sora’s pants. Slowly pulling down the zipper, Roxas glanced down when Sora’s erection sprung out of the folds.

‘Figures he doesn’t wear underwear.’ But Roxas wasn’t complaining; the fewer clothes he had on, the quicker he could get to his real prize: Sora’s heart.

He didn’t want it in a physical sense; more like a spiritual one. He wanted Sora to love him, to need him, to want him. No one had ever needed him before and he wanted Sora to need him. To want him with everything he had.

Finally needing to come up for air, Roxas released Sora to look into his lust-glazed eyes. He gently kissed his cheek and asked, “Are you sure?”

Sora nodded hurriedly and replied, “Never been surer of anything.”

“Really? What about the time you needed to rescue Kairi from Organization XIII? Or when Xemnas wanted Kingdom Hearts? What about those times?”

“Ummm…can I get back to you on that?” Sora giggled as Roxas gently nibbled his ear. He was seriously enjoying the tremors that rocked the being underneath him. “Oooh, right there; yes, right there! Oh, gods, Roxas…”

He chuckled into Sora’s ear. “Like that, didn’t you? How about this?” His hand ghosted over Sora’s straining member, making him arch into his touch, wanting more contact with his other.

Roxas removed his hand and began to slowly divest Sora of his clothes, going as fast as a snail in unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it over his skin. Sora whimpered again and writhed under him, practically shredding the clothes to get them off of him faster. Anything to get closer to him…his other.

Roxas smirked and grabbed his hands, holding them above his head to keep them still.

“Roxas,” Sora whined. “I want to touch you. Please, let me touch you. Please…”

“All in due time, my heart. All in due time.”

As each button was undone, he planted a kiss against the warm skin, delighting in the mewls that his heart released. When he reached the pants line, his impatience got the better of him and he removed the pants in one go, being very happy that Sora had neglected to put his overly-large shoes on.

He stepped back and looked his heart up and down, licking his lips at the sight in front of him. The delectable flush of his skin, the shy avoidance of his eyes, the way he angled his body to allow him to see him to the best of his ability…it was simply too much for him to handle.

But he needed some lubrication; otherwise, he’d hurt his heart and he wanted to avoid that at all costs. He, amazingly, found it in the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed. “Been planning behind my back, have you?”

“Um, well, you see…” Sora blushed harder, giving his tanned skin a golden hue.

“Heh; don’t worry. I plan on using this and having my wicked way with you.” Roxas smirked wider, making him look devilish as he vanished his own clothes back to his area in Sora’s mind.

As Sora looked at him, he gulped, licking dry lips at the sight of a hard-as-stone Roxas. His body was like a sculpture of a god, divine in all its glory. His head reeled, wanting Roxas in him so badly that it hurt. “Roxas…” he whispered.

“Shhh, just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.” Roxas spread some lube over his fingers and gently knelt between Sora’s legs, positioning his fingers over his entrance. “Sorry,” he whispered and slowly slid one finger in, pausing when he felt Sora tense. He waited patiently until he relaxed and began to pump in and out, stretching him.

When he felt he was ready, Roxas pushed another finger in, pausing again until he relaxed and scissored inside him, stretching him wider. He glanced up at Sora’s face to see it awash in bliss and decided he was ready.

He pulled his fingers out, ignoring the moan of lose and spread lube over his aching member, sliding it slowly in, pausing every now and then to allow Sora to adjust to the invasion. But Sora got impatient and impaled himself on him, wincing slightly.

Roxas rubbed his palm against his heart’s face. “I’m sorry, Sora. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m so sorry.”

Sora smiled at him. “It’s okay, love. Or at least, it will be as soon as you move.” He squeezed his muscles around his member to prove his point, making Roxas groan in pleasure.

He couldn’t believe the capacity of Sora’s compassion, of his love. It made him so precious, so special to him. So, if Sora commanded, Roxas would do it. And he began to move, slowly pulling out, leaving on the head of his member in and then, just as slowly, pushed it back inside. He began a rhythm, exit slowly, enter slowly.

Sora, all the while, kept urging him to go faster and, little by little, his pace increased until he was slamming his heart into the bed, his moans of pleasure mixing with Sora’s. He buried his face against Sora’s neck, licking and nipping with each thrust. In this position, he could feel how close Sora was to release and gripped his weeping member and began to stroke it counter-stroke to his thrusts, a double overload of pleasure.

It was minutes after he started pumping his heart that he came, hot and long, in his hand. Sora grabbed Roxas’ head and crushed his mouth against his, his muscles tightening in the aftershocks of the orgasm. Roxas came with two more thrusts, pouring his seed deep within his heart’s body.

He collapsed on top of him, panting from exertion, nuzzling his love’s neck comfortingly. “You okay?” He asked tiredly.

“Oh, never been better,” he answered with a small laugh. “That was just…wow; did you know it would feel like that?”

“Heh; nope. But I’m glad I did with you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Roxas. I love you too.” They kissed and fell asleep, Roxas disappearing into Sora, comforted with the fact that he had his heart. And he was never going to let it go.