Riku and Sora Make a Porno-Uncensored!

Riku and Sora Make a Porno

By: LostinThought8/YukaiChick

Author’s Note: Hello/Konnichiwa/Bonjour/Guten Tag/Buenos Dias/Good day/Good Evening/Good Night/Good Morning, ladies/gentlemen/minna-san…seriously, pick whatever greeting you want, I got a million of ‘em.

This story was actually posted on FanFiction.net back in November, but I wanted to add some lemons to it. Since FanFiction has a strict “no lemons” rule and I don’t want to lose my account, the story’s going up here in all of its amazing, perfect, lemony, uncensored glory. Hurrah!

Other than the lemons, of which there will be two, there’s really nothing about this Fic that’s different from the “clean” version of it on FanFiction. Here, though, I took out all the Author’s Notes except for this one, the Keys, the Warnings, and the Disclaimers. If for some reason you’re desperate to see the clean version of this, you can always check it out at FanFiction.net-just search my username, YukaiChick, or the story title, which on FanFiction is “Riku and Sora Make a Porno.”

From now on, I’ll be updating this simultaneously on AdultFanFiction and FanFiction, so you can choose where you want to read this.

KEY: Anything surrounded by / / is something Riku is thinking. Anything surrounded by // // is something Sora is thinking. Anything surrounded by /// /// is something Riku and Sora are thinking simultaneously.

WARNINGS: Nothing in this chapter. Some economic hardships due to a recession, I guess. (How interesting…) I guess that COULD be construed as “delicate subject matter”…maybe.

Chapter One: The Idea


Riku Agatsuma opened the front door of the apartment he shared with his best friend Sora Aoyagi in sleepy, quiet Twilight Town to see a security guard outside.

/Oh, God… Riku panicked, thinking frantically. I can’t be that drunk and noisy, can I? Not yet, anyway! Who called the cops on me? I bet it was Touru-san downstairs…Her and her damn 27 cats…/

“Uh…um…” Riku brushed a few locks of his long silver hair out of his pale aquamarine eyes as he frantically thought of something, anything, to save him from a night in the slammer as some coke addict’s girlfriend. “Bonjour, monsieur! Je ne parle pas l’anglais…uh…”

“Riiikuuu!” The security guard wailed, then burst past Riku into the apartment and threw himself onto the couch. “I got fired!”

“Oh…” Riku wondered briefly if he was being visited by a man who could possibly be more disturbed than O.J. Simpson. He slowly pulled an umbrella out of the rack next to the door in case the person needed some “convincing” to leave the apartment before Sora got home from his job as…

As…

/…What’s Sora’s job again?/

Just then, the security guard threw off his huge black baseball cap emblazoned with the logo “Twilight Town High School,” revealing a mess of spiky brown hair that couldn’t be tamed by the world’s best brush, and a pair of very sad, cerulean-blue eyes.

Riku dropped the umbrella with a loud clunk.

“Sora!?” He cried.

“Yes!” Sora wailed again. “Zexion fired me, Riku! He said that the school was undergoing huge budget cuts from the economic recession, and they can only afford one security guard at night now, instead of one at night and one during the day.”

“Hey,” Sora was suddenly suspicious, his blue eyes narrowing. “You didn’t forget who I was again, did you? Have you been drinking? You did go out and look for a job today, didn’t you?” With one sweep of those blue eyes, Sora took in Riku’s casual attire: yellow and black sleeveless muscle shirt, black fingerless gloves, baggy jeans, and grey-blue sneakers. His long silver hair was gathered into a ponytail at the nape of his neck.

“Uh…” Riku seemed to be saying that a lot today. “I only had one beer! I swear!”

“Riku!”

“I can’t find a job! There’s nothing out there!” Riku sank into the ratty blue armchair next to the couch. He’d been fired from his job as a youth basketball coach at the Twilight Town YMCA after he’d shown up one morning with a hangover, thought one of the girls he’d been teaching was his ex-girlfriend Olette, and had started cursing her out. He couldn’t find a new job due to the economic hardship that seemed to be all over Twilight Town recently.

“Riku…have you given up?” Sora’s eyes began watering again.

“NO! No, Sora, I swear, I haven’t given up on finding a job! I’m sure in a few more weeks something will pop up! I can always…um…no, I applied there already…”

“Riku, how are we going to pay the rent?” Sora was suddenly serious.

“Oh, shit.” Lately, Riku and Sora had been living off macaroni and cheese, Ramen noodles, beer, and most importantly, Sora’s paychecks while Riku looked for a job.

“Um…OK…uh…We can find a cheaper apartment! I mean, we do have savings…” Riku grinned at Sora with an enthusiasm he didn’t really feel.

“We already live in a dump.” Sora looked on the verge of tears again.

It was true. Sora and Riku lived in a dingy, one-bedroom apartment down Twilight Town’s seedy Back Alley, where all the local gangs, criminals, thugs, and general ne’er-do-wells hung out. They had to take turns sleeping on the couch at night, even. Or Sora would just dump Riku on the couch if he was drunk.

“Hey, Sora.” Riku sighed, now completely, totally, and utterly Out Of Ideas for the day.

“Yeah?”

“You wanna go to the bar?”

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“I can’t believe you dragged me down here,” Sora grumped as he and Riku entered their (Riku’s) favorite club, the Moon and Star, on Sunset Hill later that night. “I hate drinking!”

“Come on, Sora,” Riku rolled his eyes and dragged his best friend through the door of the club and over to the bar. “Saying you hate drinking is like saying you hate life. Besides, it’s not like either of us have to get up for work tomorrow or anything.”

“Yeah…” Sora sighed and sat down heavily at the bar next to Riku. “Not like it’s ever stopped you from going out drinking anyway.”

“Hey Riku, Sora.” The club’s owner, barkeep, and main employee, Tifa Lockheart, sauntered over, a sparkle in her chocolate brown eyes and a cheerful smile on her face. Her long black hair was down loose, as usual, and she was also wearing her usual black-black tank top, black shorts with a long black drape, black leather gloves, and black and white sneakers. “What can I get you boys?”

“Two beers, Tifa,” said Riku with a grin. “And…” He stopped and turned to Sora, as if he’d forgotten the other boy was there. “Oh, sorry, man. Did you want something to drink?”

“I might as well, since I’m here.” Sora’s chin was on the polished brown bar, and he still looked miserable.

“Then it’ll be three beers.”

Tifa sighed. “You drink too much, Riku.”

“So I’ve been told by…oh, everyone,” said the silver-haired boy with a smirk.

“But what’s up with you, cutie?” Tifa turned to Sora with a worried look. “It’s not like you to be so down. Or, uh…drink. Plus, I usually only see him in here on weekdays.” She jerked a thumb at Riku.

“He got fired today.” Riku explained.

“Fired!?” Tifa cried. At a nod from Sora, she sighed again. “Seems like it’s happening to everyone now…But does that mean both of you are out of work?”

Sora nodded again, his chin banging on the wooden bar.

“Well. At this rate, you won’t have any money to spend in here, and I won’t be kicking Agatsuma out of my bar for drunk and disorderly conduct anymore.” Tifa grabbed three mugs from under the shelf and started pouring beer. “I’m gonna miss you guys…”

“Hey! I’m not that bad!” Riku exclaimed.

Tifa snorted.

Riku looked like he was going to argue some more, but stopped at a cry from Sora. “Hey! Axel, Roxas!” Sora spun around on his bar stool and waved at the entrance to the club.

“Oh, no…” Riku dropped his head down to the bar.

“You’re in for it now,” Tifa laughed.

Axel Pyru and Roxas Nomura were Sora’s other best friends. Sora and Roxas had known each other since college, and Sora had been one of the few people who hadn’t made fun of him for being gay. Roxas’s boyfriend, Axel, whom he’d been seeing for two years now, had hit it off with Sora immediately upon their being introduced.

It wasn’t that Riku didn’t like Axel and Roxas-they could just be a bit much at times for him. Riku had never like PDA (A.N.: PDA=Public Displays of Affection) and the two of them did that a lot-kissing, cuddling, and nuzzling almost constantly. Not to mention that Axel’s sense of humor included lighting matches near flammable objects in his and Sora’s apartment and teasing Riku about drinking, Olette, Sora, getting fired, the YMCA basketball job, getting fired, Riku’s clothes, Riku’s hair, and perhaps most importantly, getting fired.

Axel and Roxas were as alike as night and day. They were so different that Riku privately thought Fate must’ve been out taking a crap when those two had hooked up, and just hadn’t bothered to correct the mistake. Axel was tall and skeletally thin, not to mention loud-mouthed and rude, and enjoyed burning things down when he could get away with it. He had scarlet hair that stuck up in long, wild spikes, poisonous green eyes like a cat’s with little black teardrops tattooed underneath, and a permanent smirk. He always wore a long black coat with a hood, and some silver tassels and clasps in the front. He usually paired it with black gloves and black boots, then would annoy any goth/emo people in his vicinity.

Roxas had a wild streak, but it was more subdued. He was the shadow to Axel’s flames. He was a head shorter and a year younger than Axel, and his hair was a golden blonde, slightly spiky and swept up on one side like the wind had permanently decided to muss it. His eyes were a clear, cool blue, and his smile was like twilight. He usually wore monotone clothes: a black and white T-shirt with a stylized silver X zipper, wrinkled khakis with a black and white belt, and red, black, and white checkered sneakers. He also wore a black and white checkered wristband and several silver and black rings to finish it off.

“Heeeeeey, Rikee!” Axel plopped himself down in between Riku and Roxas at the bar. “Fancy running into you here…” He snickered audibly. “How’s the job search goin’? Did you shoot that world-famous mouth off at any five-year olds today?”

“Shut it, Pyru.” Riku kicked at Axel’s crotch, but Axel dodged, smiled widely, and slung an arm around Roxas’s shoulders, giving the younger boy a kiss.

“So what’s new?” Roxas cuddled into Axel’s coat and smiled slightly in greeting. “We’ve been looking for places to open a gay bar at all day today. I’m beat.”

“Yeah, but no luck,” Axel drawled lazily, answering Sora’s unspoken question. “All of ‘em have rents higher than the number of times Riku’s been kicked out of bars, so I guess we’re screwed pretty good for now.” Sighing dramatically, he pulled a cigarette lighter from his pocket and began flicking it and off.

“Axel, either the lighter goes or you go.” Tifa had returned to their area of the bar after serving old Cid Highwind his usual grog, and was looking slightly peeved.

“Hey to you too, Teef. Martini, pleez.” Axel spun the lighter around, still alight, creating a brief wheel of flames before pocketing it. Sora smiled widely and applauded, and Roxas again gave a brief grin.

Tifa rolled her eyes, but started mixing the drinks when Roxas slipped some money on the bar and said, “I want a strawberry daiquiri, OK?”

“Just…be nice, OK?” Tifa served the drinks. “Sora got fired today.”

“WHAT!?” Roxas turned to Sora in shock, eyes wide, pulling away from Axel. Axel, momentarily unbalanced by the loss of his cuddle toy, fell off his stool, which caused Riku to laugh and spit beer across the length of the bar.

“Niiice, Axel! You’ll be signing up for the Olympics soon, I see. With that coordination, you can work yourself all the way up to Towel Boy!” Riku doubled over in laughter.

“I see the economy’s sent you into Agatsuma’s corner over here,” Axel picked himself up and grumpily settled back down, draping Roxas back over himself.

“It’s been hard for us too, Sora,” Roxas managed to free a hand from Axel long enough to pat his friend comfortingly on the back. “I mean, we don’t have enough cash to rent a place for a gay bar, and if it weren’t for my mom sending us checks every month, we’d lose the apartment.”

“God bless Roxy’s mommy,” Axel tipped back in his stool, sighing deeply.

“Sorry, about that, Roxas,” said Sora, taking his second sip of beer. “I’m sure something will pop up soon.”

“With my skillz, it’s bound to!” Axel gave a lazy, cat-like grin.

“Put the lighter away, Axel Pyru!”

“How she even knows I have it out when she’s on the other side of the bar…” Axel muttered, as Riku laughed again.

“Thanks for your support, guys,” Sora seemed to be in a characteristic mood swing, and was slumped on the bar again. “I’m just worried about paying the rent, though. I mean, we’re nearly out of savings, we live in a dump, and we’ve got no job prospects.”

“Well, duh. You have Riku. He’s a jinx.”

Riku glared daggers at Axel. “I’m going to kill you in your sleep.”

Then Roxas said something that turned Riku’s life into a living hell for the next week.

“You could make a porno. I saw a sign in that Adult Video store off Station Heights-they’re buying homemade movies in some kind of contest. Pornos are easy to make, and if it sells well, then you have rent money until one of you gets a job.”

Riku nearly spit more beer out in shock.

“HAHAHAAAHAHA! Are you crazy, Roxas! That’s the dumbest idea EVER! That could never, ever work, right, Sora?”

Riku turned to Sora, expecting his friend to laugh and dismiss Roxas’s idea as well-and all the mirth quickly slid from his face. Sora had on his thoughtful-eager look, which meant he was either seriously considering an idea or he was constipated. Riku was fervently praying it was the latter.

“I think that could work, Roxas! You’re a genius! Would you tape it for us? I mean, you still have that video camera your mom gave you last Christmas, right?”

“Sora!” Riku couldn’t believe that had come out of his best friend’s mouth. “No way! I’m NOT making a porno in our apartment! I mean-we don’t even have a girl to act in it, for one thing.”

“Um…Tifa?” Sora looked over at the barkeeper, who was greeting the latest wave of customers at the other end of the bar.

Everyone gave Sora a Look.

“Sora…dude,” Axel seemed serious for once. “Have you no sense of self-preservation? She’s a martial arts master! How do you think she single-handedly runs this place without a problem? She will KILL you if you ask her to be in a porno. KILL YOU.”

“Hey,” Now Roxas had spoken up. “How about that lady who runs the flower shop near the old manor? She’s nice, and attractive.”

“Do you mean Aerith Gainsborough?” Riku snorted. “She’d probably call the cops, man.” /I can’t believe I’m even having a serious conversation about this…/

“Well, I haven’t heard any suggestions from you,” Axel gave Riku another annoying grin as he took a sip of martini. “Didn’t you and Sora know some girl back in high school?”

“You mean Kairi Hawatari?” Now Sora spoke up. “She moved to Destiny Islands after we graduated, Ax. She wanted to be a ‘bigger thing than Britney Spears’ or something, and all the big stars are on Destiny Islands. But Riku and me still get postcards from her. She’s living with some waitress named Namine down there, and a girl called Yuffie who works as a stunt double in movies and has ‘connections’…”

“OK, OK.” Axel put up his hand for Sora to stop.

“What about that girl who lives in your apartment? What’shername…Larxene?” Riku asked.

“Larxene?” Axel shuddered. “She’s a freakin’ SADIST, man. I lock my door at night because I’m scared she’s going to kill us in our sleep.”

Roxas nodded fervently. “She’ll probably want money, too, if we ask her.”

“Well, I guess that rules out the whole porno idea.” Riku couldn’t suppress a small sigh of relief.

Roxas smirked. “Not quite, Rikee.”

“What are you talking about? None of us know any girls who are willing to be in a porno, so…” Riku gulped down more beer, not liking Roxas’s smile at all.

“Well…I don’t know if you guys’ll be into this, but…” Roxas’s eyes shifted uncomfortably.

“We’re desperate! Just spit it out already!” Sora cried.

“We could make a gay porno.”

Axel turned to Roxas, shocked. “I didn’t know you were that perverted. I like it.” He smirked.

“NO! OH HELL NO!” Riku yelled. “I’M NOT DOING GAY PORN!”

“Axel and me could film all the explicit scenes and Photoshop it so it looks like it’s you two later,” Roxas explained.

“C’mon, Riku. We really need the rent,” Sora was doing his patented “puppy-dog eyes” now. “Plus it sounds like fun!”

“Only you would think doing gay porn is fun, Sora,” Riku muttered darkly.

“Well, if you don’t do this, you’ll be moving back in with Mommy and Daddy after losing the apartment, Agatsuma,” Axel smirked and flipped his cell phone open. “Should I call Olette now and tell her you’re a chicken? I do have a virtual phone book in here, you know…”

“NO!” Riku realized he was between a rock and a VERY hard place, and had no choice but to give in. “Alright, fine! But I’m not doing anything explicit!”

“That’s a good boy, Riku,” Axel smirked and pocketed the phone.

“Let’s toast on it! To porn!” Sora cried, holding his beer mug (still mostly full) up high.

“To porn!” Axel and Roxas cried happily, clinking their glasses against Sora’s and drinking deeply.

Riku sat back and crossed his arms. “I hate all of you…” he muttered.