Calm My Storm

AN: Ok, yeah. Somehow this ended up being a lot more dark and angsty than I had intended. I just wanted to write some Leon/Sora fluff and this came out.

It has been edited, hopefully for the best. Also, I'm pretty sure I fixed all the mistakes, but I could be wrong.

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Calm My Storm

Sora glared down at the glass he held in his hand. Lifting the drink, his fingers tightening around the cup, he put it to his lips and let the disgusting liquid pour down his throat. He coughed at the burning sensation traveling down to his stomach as he set the now empty glass back on the surface of the bar.

It was a moment before the brunet caught the eye of the bartender and ordered another drink and another minute before he received it.

“That’s your last one,” the bartender informed him. “You ain’t getting’ no more from here. Best be goin’ home to sober up, kid.”

From his position with his head resting on his arms while leaning on the counter, Sora glared up at the bartender instead of his drink. “Whatever,” the brunet told him. “If I can’t get it here, I’ll find somewhere else, Cid.”

Cid sighed at the small teenager. He should have never agreed to give the kid alcohol in the first place. Not only was Sora underage, but he was also the keyblade master; this is the kid who is destined to save all the worlds. Sora shouldn’t be wasting his time in some bar in a back alley of Traverse Town, getting drunk. He should be in bed resting up for his next big adventure to save another world.

“Go home,” Cid repeated, adjusting his goggles to a more comfortable place on his forehead.

“I don’t have a home anymore,” Sora lashed out at the man. “It was consumed by darkness, remember? My home, my family, my friends … All of it is gone.” Sora downed his drink and slammed the empty glass on the bar, his face scrunching up from the alcohol. He expression softened for a second, then he looked as if he was going to start crying. “Riku …” he sighed.

“Then get your ass to the new worlds,” Cid said, hoping he sounded convincing, his usual I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude lost in the seriousness of the situation. “You’ll find your friends somewhere. And then you’ll be able to return to your original world soon.”

The bitterness returned to Sora and he glared up at Cid again. “I’ve been to three worlds already and I’ve locked them all. No one’s seen or heard of Riku. And no one knows anything about finding worlds that have been lost.” He paused and let a long drawn out sigh escape his lips. “I’m sick of being the King’s lap dog. All I want is to find my friends and go home.”

“You’re doing this to save the universe,” Cid reminded him. “Go back to the gummi ship and rest up for tomorrow. Donald said you’re going to a new world in the morning.”

Sora frowned, lifting his head and using his hands to push himself up. He stumbled off his chair, grabbing the counter to steady himself as he fished some munny out of his pocket and dropped it on the cool surface. Not bothering to say good-bye, he drunkenly made his way to the bar’s exit and pushed the door open, striding out into the pouring rain. Slipping on the wet concrete stairs, Sora staggered his way down the few steps and thankfully landed on his feet in the alley.

The brunet cursed as he let his wobbling legs take him away. He walked until his feet couldn’t bring him any further and he leaned his hands on a wall before he collapsed, turning so his back was against the hard brick. Sora forced his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them to keep them there. He buried his face in his knees as the rainwater began to mix with the tears streaming down his cheeks; he didn’t want the world to see him cry. Not their precious key bearer.

He didn’t know how long he sat there or how long it was before he passed out, but when he woke up he found himself in a different place than when fell against the red brick wall.

Sora blinked up at the blank ceiling above him and slowly sat up. He was resting in a large comfortable bed in a familiar room. He immediately turned to the window he knew was on the right, to look out at the sky. Sora noted that it was still night and that the thunderstorm was still raging on outside.

He heard footsteps in another room of the house he was in, and they became louder as the person making them came closer. Sora didn’t need to hear the door opening or the rustling of clothing to know that someone had entered the bedroom he was in. Instead of turning to see who it was, Sora’s eyes stayed glued on the storm on the other side of the window.

“You’ve been drinking again,” came the cold sounding voice that belonged to his rescuer. More footsteps and the movement of the bed told Sora that the man had sat down beside him.

The teen stubbornly stayed silent. The alcohol had long worn off and he was once again overcome by the rather large void in his heart. The emptiness was almost too much to bear and Sora felt his eyes watering for what seemed like the thousandth time that night.

“How much longer are things going to stay like this, Sora?” the man continued, knowing full well that he had the other’s attention. “It’s not very good for –”

“The keyblade master,” Sora finished for him. “That’s all anyone ever cares about, Leon. I’m just some kid who’s destined to save the entire world. Who cares what he does, as long as he does what he’s told? Like a good little boy!” He was yelling, now looking straight at the man who had picked him up off the street.

“It’s not very good for your health,” Leon corrected, putting a stop to the small brunet’s angry rant. “You’re still a kid. You shouldn’t be drinking whether you are the keyblade master or not.”

“Oh,” Sora breathed out. As if he suddenly realized he was crying, he furiously wiped at his eyes, hopping to get ride of the wetness around his sapphire orbs. Leon of all people shouldn’t see him cry. It made him feel weak and helpless, like he had finally given up on everything.

Leon took the opportunity while Sora was distracted and pulled the small boy into his arms. Sora tensed up, but quickly melted into the warm embrace. “L-Leon?” he questioned. Sora didn’t understand what was going on, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. The cold-hearted Leon was holding onto him, not his beloved Riku, but still the capable arms were a sweet replacement for the time being.

“I wouldn’t care if you were a heartless,” Leon said, his grip tightening slightly on the tiny brunet in his arms. “What you’re doing isn’t good for anyone.”

“I don’t care,” Sora mumbled, nuzzling his face further into Leon’s chest to hide the tears that were welling up again. It was none of Leon’s business what he did with his own body.

“I care,” Leon said pulling away from the smaller brunet and forcing the boy to look up at him. “Hurting yourself isn’t going to help with finding Riku.” At the sound of his friend’s name, the tears streamed down Sora’s face again. Like Sora really needed to be reminded that this friend was still missing. Leon ignored the tears, “would you want him to come back and see you like this? Do you want him to know that you’re drinking yourself into oblivion just because you haven’t found him yet?”

Looking up into Leon’s eyes, he found himself lost and dumbfounded. Leon cares about me, he thought. If the man hadn’t been looking after him for the past few days when he’d end up wandering around drunk, Sora would never have believed those words.

Sora suddenly felt more confused than he had ever been in his life. He was torn between his long time love for his best friend Riku, and these new feelings of lust that was beginning to form in his heart for Leon. Riku’s just a friend, he reminded himself. He doesn’t feel the same about me. Riku will never love me. He promised his heart to Kairi.

The realization seemed to burn Sora’s whole being. He knew Riku would never be his, but he refused to give up on the silver haired boy. Until now. He could certainly see himself falling for someone like Leon. After all, the man had been caring for Sora when the boy was at his absolute worst. Sora had just about given up all hope for love and now Leon was here. Leon, a man who actually cared about him and had been looking after him because he was a another human being, not because he was going to save the world.

Sora quickly wrapped his arms around Leon’s shoulders, pressing his body as close to the other as possible. “Leon,” the teenager whispered, his softly pleading warm breath caressing Leon’s ear. “Make me forget. I’ll leave in the morning to lock the next world, but please, make me forget everything. Just for tonight, I don’t want to think about Riku or anything else.”

Leon gasped at the sensation of the smaller brunet straddling his lap, and having hips being thrust against his own. Before he let his hormones get the better of him, Leon reminded himself that Sora was still underage and no matter how good it would feel, taking advantage of the boy in his time of need is wrong in more ways than one.

Leon used his hands to steady the moving hips resting on him, trying to think of what the best solution to this problem was. But when Sora pulled back with a crushed expression on his face and his bottom lip sticking out in an adorable pout, Leon almost lost all reason.

“Please Leon,” he choked out making more tears spill down his blushing cheeks. “This is what I want, and only you can give it to me.”

Leon sighed, losing his last little bit of control as he leaned forward and captured the teen’s lips in a soft kiss. Sora immediately opened his mouth for the searching tongue and moaned into the other’s mouth. Pulling back after a moment, Leon smiled lightly down at the boy, his hands moving up to rest on the slender hips. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“More than anything in my life,” Sora automatically responded pushing his lips against Leon’s again and his hands sliding into the other man’s silky hair.

Leon groaned, using his hands to pull the small hips as close to his as he could. He slipped his hands under the boy’s ass, lifting him up to set him down on his back on the velvety sheets of the bed. “Good,” The older man said, spreading kisses along the teen’s neck and jaw line. “Because even if you did ask me, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.”

“I can’t think of a reason why I’d want you to stop,” Sora moaned, lifting his arms as Leon removed his shirt. The older man tossed the mass of fabric away to land in a heap on the floor, his shirt soon followed suit.

Leon paused, his gray eyes searching Sora’s face. “What if Riku walked through that door?” he asked.

“Fuck Riku,” Sora muttered. Sora’s small hands took this opportunity to roam Leon’s body trying to feel as much of the older man as he could. “He never wanted me. Never loved me like I loved him.” He paused in his rant to gasp when Leon took his pert nipple between his skilled fingers. “I couldn’t care less if he walked in on us right now. In fact, I hope he does. Then maybe he’d finally figure out that I’m gay.”

Leon stopped, lowering his body on the small teen beneath him and looked up at the boy. “He doesn’t know?”

“Riku wouldn’t clue in even if I walked right up to him and kissed him.” Sora replied bitterly. “He’s so dense sometimes.”

“Hmm,” Leon agreed. He finally made his way down to the teen’s hips and began to remove Sora’s pants, bringing down his boxers as well. “Forget about him. I want all your concentration on what we’re doing now.” He fingered the base of Sora’s length, brushing his palm against the growing organ.

“I – uh,” Sora grunted as he was swallowed by wet heat. “Ok, now you’ve got my full attention.”

Leon smirked around the pulsing member in his mouth, sucking gently and smoothing his tongue around the tip and slit.

“Oh god,” Sora panted, curling his fingers in Leon’s shoulder length chocolate locks. “Harder. Please suck me harder.”

The older man shrugged. Who was he to deny the beautiful boy beneath him? Leon complied slowly increasing suction as he moved his lips up and down the boy’s shaft.

Sora trembled at the intensity of the pleasure. He’d never in his life felt so good as he did now. The feeling was almost overwhelming as he set free his sweet torturer’s hair and brought them up to grab at his own, desperately trying suppress the urge to quickly thrust up into Leon’s warm and inviting mouth.

This being Sora’s first blowjob, he didn’t last long and soon he released he seed into Leon’s waiting cavern as he called out the other’s name. The man greedily sucked out and swallowed every drop of Sora’s essence.

Sora’s whole body relaxed as he lay on the soft bed, staring up at the ceiling. He looked around the room in time to see Leon disappear into the bathroom. The man returned a moment later, without his pants and undergarments and he was carrying a small bottle of something.

“Thanks,” Sora whispered as he watched Leon sit back on the bed and climb on top of him again. The man kissed Sora, letting the teen taste himself as their tongues mingled.

“It’s not over yet.” Leon commented, and without warning he spread Sora’s legs and settled himself between them.

Sora blushed at the thought of going all the way with Leon. It’s true that was what the teen had been intending to do all along, but thinking about it and actually doing it are two completely different things. The thought of what was quickly approaching made Sora quiver with anticipation. Sure, he was tired from all the drinking he had been doing and it was probably the early hours of the morning, but Sora didn’t care. There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d give up the chance to have Leon fuck him.

“Leon,” he breathed out as the man forced a lubricated finger past the tight ring of muscles at his entrance. It was the most bizarre thing that Sora had ever felt, nothing like the blowjob he had just received. It was just odd.

After a moment of stretching, Leon added a second, and then a third finger making sure the boy was well prepared for what was about to come. He removed his fingers, and grabbed the boy’s hips, positioning himself at the expanded entrance.

“Are you ready?” Leon asked before kissing the teen’s soft lips.

Sora nodded when their lips finally parted. “Bring it.”

Leon chuckled as he slowly worked the head of his cock into Sora. The teen instantly brought his arms up to wrap around Leon’s neck; if it hurt Sora showed no signs of being in pain. Leon pushed his hips forward and ground the rest of himself into the tight heat below him.

“Sora,” Leon grunted as he slowly pulled out and thrust quickly back in, maybe a little too hard. He knew it was probably Sora’s first time but he was unable to stop himself.

Sora blinked as a wave of pleasure flowed through his body and he tightened his grip on the man above him. “Oh god,” he panted. “Do that again. Harder.”

Leon was more than happy to obey the teen’s selfish demand and he dragged his hard length out and pushed it back in with more force. Leaning forward, he captured the teen’s lips in a heated kiss while he continued to pound into him. Leon repeated the motion building up an amazingly fast pace of hammering into the body of the boy beneath him who was shuddering with the pleasure it brought.

Sora, panting heavily, moaned loudly at the assault on his body. Working his hips to match the intensity of Leon’s thrusts, he used his hands to knead his lover’s ass and to pull him even deeper. Sora’s lips and tongue furiously attacked Leon’s neck and jaw and any other part of the man he could reach.

“Le-on!” Sora gasped out, one syllable at a time, writhing in the intense feeling. He was beginning to feel like it was all too much; too much pleasure and he wasn’t going to be able to take it for much longer.

Leon knew that Sora was close to the edge and he quickened his pace. Giving Sora another fiery kiss, he snaked a hand in between them and grabbed hold of the teen. Leon roughly pumped the boy along with brutally quick thrusts; almost disappointed it would be over sooner than he’s like.

Sora called out the other’s name as he violently came all over Leon’s hand and their stomachs. It was by far the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced and he unintentionally clenched his muscles around the man above him, bringing Leon to his climax as well.

Leon gave a last few pumps before the muscles in his body relaxed all at once and he collapsed on top of Sora. He pulled out of the abused body beneath him after a moment, shifting so he could give Sora one last kiss for the night.

“Seriously, thanks,” Sora said, lazily brushing his fingers affectionately through Leon’s shaggy brown hair. “I think I can do it now.”

“Do what?”

“The whole saving the world thing.” Sora replied, his eyes shifting to the window. The storm had subsided at some point during their activities and it was now lightly raining. Just like the storm in my heart, the teen thought absent-mindedly. Leon managed to calm my storm. “It doesn’t seem like an impossible task anymore. I will lock all the worlds and find my friends.”

“Yeah,” Leon agreed, snuggling the teen close to his chest. “All you needed was a spark to light the fire of hope again.”

“I think I got more than just a spark,” Sora giggled.

“Hmm. If you ever need to forget anything else, you know where to find me.”

“Yeah,” Sora said, still gazing out the window. “Yeah, I do.”

And I know where I’ll be going when this is all over, he added to himself before finally letting sleep claim him.


AN: Hmm. I think I'm getting better at writing this whole mansex thing. Flames are welcomed and encouraged. Saying nice things about it is ok, but at least tell me something you don't like so I might be able to improve for next time. While having reviews that say 'OMG. Yummy.' can be nice, a little constructive criticism goes a long way.