Of Ducks and Boys

Disclaimer: No, I do not find ducks particularly sexy.
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“Goofy…”

He held his knees to his chest and he grit his teeth, trying to restrain the tears but, no matter how much he tried, he cried. He kept his head in-between his knees, hiccupping and shuddering the more he wept.

Donald was resting beside him, glancing over at Sora sympathetically. Donald sighed.

“Is he… is he really gone, D-Donald?” Sora choked. “He can’t be… He can’t! Th-think of all the… times we shared, and…”

Sora and Donald were sitting at the edge of a small cliffs, rocks surrounding them on either side. Donald decided to separate Sora from fighting the nobodies since Sora began to get too emotional. In battle, he let his emotions get ahold of him and thus he faltered.

Donald, too, had difficulties concentrating.

Grey cloudy skies hung above them, and occasionally a small cloud would light up with distant lightning.

Donald watched Sora. Sora was now mumbling to himself incoherently. Donald reached out his wing and softly brushed the spiky hair. Sora quieted down and slowly lifted his head up. He and Donald looked at each other for a moment and then gazed out at Hollow Bastion.

“So, ya think… he’s up there?” Sora pointed up at the sky. His face was flushed and tears still rolled down his cheeks. Donald seemed confused, so Sora continued: “I-I mean, up there, with the stars? I… I think he is—or, at least he… he should be.”

“If he’s not up there, then where would he be, Sora?” Donald said. “Wherever he is, I’m sure he’s happy.”

Sora squeezed his knees together with his arms. He cried a bit harder and then looked over at Donald again. “Donald… I don’t think I wanna do this anymore! I don’t wanna lose you! I mean, you’re my friend! I just lost Goofy, and, and I’m so confused I…”

“What about Riku and Kairi, Sora?” Donald frowned.

Sora’s voiced suddenly grew softer. “Oh, yeah…”

Donald scooted closer to Sora until their sides touched. Sora stared at him quietly, tears casually dripping from his chin. Donald rested his wing on Sora’s knee and rubbed his leg. Donald tried his best to soothe Sora as well as himself. Sora never noticed just how soft Donald was before. Sora murmured gently and his eyes half shut. He leaned up against Donald, nuzzling his cheek against Donald’s. Donald sighed, glad that he was helping Sora feel better, if only a little.

Sora and Donald could hear the sound of weapons clashing in the background. However, the battle was fairly distant from where they rested. “Donald… if something happens to you, I’ll risk my life to try and save yours. I promise I will. I wish… I had a chance to save Goofy…” he shook his head lightly. “It all happened so fast!”

“Thanks, Sora. And Goofy’s not mad.” Donald enjoyed how the warmth from Sora felt. Donald tried to bring himself even closer to Sora. He laid his head against Sora’s chest and Sora laid his head on Donald’s back in response. The bird then rubbed the tips of his wings along Sora’s thigh. Donald worried that Sora would jerk away at this touch but, instead, Sora reacted in a very different way.

“Mm…” Sora rubbed his head against Donald’s back. He then wrapped his arms around the duck in a cozy embrace.

Donald cooed and nuzzled Sora’s shoulder. He wanted to just curl up in Sora’s shirt and sleep away the recent past. So, Donald did just that!

“Huh?” Sora stared down at the lump on his chest. “Donald, what…” Sora then grinned. He had to admit—Donald felt really good against his skin.

Sora laid down on the rocky cliff, groaning and moving around until he felt more comfortable. He pat Donald under his shirt, listening to the duck’s rhythmic breathing, and then he noticed that his pants felt tighter than before. Sora was starting to have a hard-on.

“Oh, no. Not now!” Sora whispered, reaching his hands into his pants.

“What’s wrong, Sora?” Donald called. He poked his head out of one of Sora’s sleeves.

Sora tore off his shirt along with Donald and set it on the ground. “Nothing, nothing!”

He ran off and crouched down, his back to Donald. He peered over his shoulder at Donald, sweat forming on his brow, as he feverishly stroked himself.

“Sora? Do you not like me?” Donald asked, slowly walking up behind him. Donald tried to look over Sora’s shoulders to see what he was up to, but Sora kept trying to block his view.

Donald crossed his arms, frustrated. “Hmm.” He cackled sinisterly and then jumped over Sora, using Sora’s head to bounce over. “Aha!” he cried. Donald and Sora looked at each other, their faces growing pale.

Donald then glared at him. He scolded, “Sora! If you need help with that, just tell me!”

“Wha--?” he cried.

Donald tackled Sora, pulling down his pants and then flinging them aside. Sora tried to crawl backwards away from Donald, but the soft feathers touching his cock made him stop. Sora was confused and even a little scared at how Donald was acting. Donald wrapped a wing around the throbbing flesh and stroked it. Sora’s breath hitched. He self-consciously hung his head back, gradually collapsing onto the cliff. He curved his back and moaned, tilting his hips towards Donald as though asking for more.

Donald opened his bill and lapped at Sora’s tip with his tongue. The bird then stood up and lowered himself onto Sora. Roughly, Sora entered Donald. Sora moaned uncontrollably, grasping at the rocks around him as he watched Donald do this.

Donald took his own shirt off, his white chest feathers puffing out as they were freed. He then laid his wings on Sora’s chest and raised his rear up and down. Sora thrusted along with his movements. At first the sex was rough, but Sora’s pre-cum soon helped with his little detail.

“Donald…” Sora whispered. He held Donald’s sides, running his fingers through those soft, smooth feathers. Donald moved quicker. Sora tightened his grasp on Donald, closing his eyes and thrusting even more eagerly. He licked his lips and sighed as he slid even deeper into the bird.

Donald leaned forward and Sora planted a kiss on his bill, then laying his head back upon the ground, gasping and grunting. Donald began to fall flat on Sora, overwhelmed by these sensations. At that, Sora sat up, Donald now resting in his lap. Donald wrapped his wings around Sora’s waist, his head on Sora’s chest. There was much contract between Donald’s white feathers and Sora’s slightly tanned skin.

Donald began to twitch and shudder a bit. Sora was thrusting at a strong, rapid pace. Sora felt strange tingling sensations spreading through his body. He gasped, and then things seemed to suddenly grow brighter. Pleasure washed over his body. Donald experienced the same thing only a few moments later, completely growing limp in Sora’s arms.

They panted heavily together. They then had to return to reality. Sora looked around. He scanned the region they sat in, shocked to see His Majesty standing nearby, watching with wide, horrified eyes.

Sora stuttered. His quivering hand slowly rose to point a finger at Mickey. “Th-th-the K-K-Ki…”

Donald jolted. He stood up by Sora, his bill gaping open. “Y-Your majesty! It’s not what you—“

But it was too late. Mickey ran away, hollering madly. Sora and Donald scrambled to their feet, throwing their clothes on.

Squall, Yuffie, and a few others ran to the scene of the crime.

Yuffie scratched her head. “Hey, hey… what happened?”

Sora and Donald shrugged innocently, though nervous looks were still planted on their faces.

“Whose underwear is that?” Cloud said.

Sora glanced around his feet. He had forgotten to put his underwear back on.