Warning: This fanfiction contains material meant for mature audiences (not like that's going to stop anyone). It contains love and sex between two males. If you feel uncomfortable with this in any way, do not read. If you choose to continue, enjoy!

PS- There will be a LEMON in this chapter. If you are uncomfortable with this, feel free to skip over it, however it does hold some importance to the plot (which will not be revealed until later in the plot).

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Disclaimer: Kairi, Riku, and Sora are © Disney; Selphie Tilmit, and Tidus are © Square Enix

Dazzle

"I know what you want
I wanna take you a midnight show tonight
If you can keep a secret
I got a blanket in the back seat on my mind
And a little place that sits beneath the sky
She turned her face to speak
But no one heard her cry
'Drive faster, boy
Drive faster, boy'"

"Midnight Show" - The Killers

Chapter 1: Midnight Show

Sora sighed as he came through the apartment door. Home, finally. What am I going to do now? He had no idea.

Running a hand through his hair, Sora hung his keys on the hook and kicked off his shoes. He went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and leaned against the refrigerator. The cold surface felt good.

Sora was home from work early and didn't know what to do with him self. He decided to exercise – sit ups, crunches, pushups, dumbbells, treadmill. After two and a half hours the monotony started to bore him.

It was only four o'clock; Sora took a shower hoping to ease his sore muscles. The cool wash of the water felt good.

To try something different, he reached past his unscented shampoo and Kairi's odd Cucumber Melon to grab one of the many bottles she had gotten as gifts or in gift baskets. She didn't use any of them. She preferred to stay with her usual Cucumber Melon.

The shampoo he had in his hand was some pomegranate scent Selphie had gotten her, saying something about it being a popular item that was going fast. Shrugging, Sora opened the bottle. Deciding he liked the unusual scent, he used the matching soap as well. It wasn't too fruity and had a tart scent to it.

When he was done with his shower, Sora dried off, making sure to pay ample attention to his hair. If it wasn't dried quickly, it would poof out over the course of the day and still be damp well into the night.

Sora sighed as he entered the tan and beige living room. Everything was so boring. Maybe I should talk to Kairi about painting the walls or getting new furniture.

As he glanced across the mundane room, he caught sight of scattered pictures and paper. They had been on the coffee table for nearly two weeks untouched. Some scrap booking project Kairi decided to start to "unleash her creativity." Sora rolled his eyes. Unleashed… right…

Grabbing some of her shoeboxes, Sora proceeded to stuff the trim and colored paper into the boxes.

He halted at a couple of pictures. They were of them in high school. Kairi had been on the cheerleading team. Sora had been Editor-in-Chief of the newspaper.

There was a picture of the two at Senior Prom. That was when Kairi's hair had been a bob cut. It had been shorter than Sora's. Now, the auburn locks were below her shoulders.

Sora realized with a start that his skin was so much darker back then. I haven't been in the sun at all. When was the last time I went to the beach, or camping? Kairi didn't like being outdoors for long. The last time they had gone camping was two summers before last, when they had visited his parents.

Two years. I really needed to get out more.

Pushing the thought aside, Sora packed up the rest of the supplies. Looking for a place to store the scraps, he headed to the closet. The upper top corner became its new home.

He looked at the clock. There was still an hour or so before Kairi would be home. I'll probably be hungry by then. Rummaging through the fridge, Sora decided to make steak and potatoes.

Once he had everything started, he began pulling out vegetables from the freezer. Kairi wouldn't eat them, but Sora needed some sort of veggie.

Shame that we only have frozen vegetables. Because Kairi didn't like them, she didn't buy any fresh vegetables.

It didn't take too long before dinner was ready and on the table. Kairi still wasn't home yet. Sora twiddled his thumbs for a little bit before grabbing the potted hydrangeas from the kitchen window and placed them in the center of the table. It looked sort of silly having a potted plant as a centerpiece. Maybe I should water it. Hydrangeas weren't even the prettiest type of plant. It was just something different.

I'm so tired of the same old thing.

Keys were jingling in the lock before Kairi let out a surprised "oh" when she realized the door was already unlocked. The sound of her keys being hooked on the wall and her heels being removed floated into the kitchen where Sora was just filling up his glass of water.

"Hey, Baby," She smiled a perfect smile at him, "You're home early. You made dinner too." Sora couldn't tell if she was stating the obvious or was trying to convey some sort of appreciation at his seemingly spontaneous domesticity.

"It looks great." Honestly it just looked like regular food to Sora. Nothing too extraordinary about it or anything. He knew what he was supposed to reply.

"Thanks. What would you like to drink?" Everything seemed so routine.

She thought for a moment, her delicate brows drawn together. "Do we have any sweet tea left?"

"You mean that fake, high fructose sugar water tea that's created in labs located in India?" he teased. Even that seemed so rehearsed. She laughed and smiled at him as he went to fill her glass.

"I can't help it that you only like bitter organic tea with just a spoon of honey. You always did like the more hippy foods." She smiled.

"Eating healthy does not make me a hippy." End of conversation. There was nothing left to say that was important. They both started eating in silence. Occasionally they would ask the other about their day. Then more silence.

Kairi didn't notice that he had moved the hydrangeas onto the table.

After dinner, Kairi washed dishes while Sora rinsed. More routine. Afterward, Kairi sat down in the living room, cooing about her favorite reality TV show's latest episode that was on. Sora went into the bedroom and sprawled out on the bed to think.

I'm so tired of it all. The routine and tedium was never ending. Little things like changing shampoo and putting a plant on the kitchen table weren't enough. Something drastic needed to happen.

Life wasn't supposed to be like this. Kairi and Sora had the perfect life. High School Sweethearts, they had known each other for years. They were only twenty two and Sora felt like he was having a midlife crisis. Maybe I should go back to college. He cringed at the thought of going through any more years. I don't know what else I would take. I'm already in a pretty stable career.

Nothing offered any excitement to him any more. He had been in the same slump six months ago.

That's when he had proposed to Kairi. She was ecstatic. Everyone was ecstatic. Everyone had always talked about how they just knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Hardly even a week later, Sora had begun to feel enclosed in ennui again. There's got to be a way to get rid of this. Everything felt so dead to him. Like he wasn't even living. Sora felt like a shadow of himself, fading into the dark walls of the bedroom to disappear.

Maybe it's time to get out and do something. Kairi and he had never really gone out much. Both being more of the stay at home and read a book type, than to go party. Most twenty two year olds would at least be doing something interesting on a Friday night.

Sora glanced at the clock. 8:45. It wasn't too late to go out. Making up his mind, Sora stood and started rummaging through his closet. Another person watching might have thought he was insane judging by the ferocity he attacked his closet. If I don't do something soon, I will go crazy.

Dragging out an old pair of tight fitting black pants, Sora grinned as he realized that they still fit him. Yes. He looked into the mirror and approved. He settled for a simple cream button up shirt. Glancing at himself in the mirror as he buttoned the cuffs on his wrists, he grinned. It had been a while since he'd even dressed up a little bit.

Looking around, Sora spied Kairi's vanity and started digging through it. To try something different, he carefully outlined his blue eyes with black, trying not to stab himself in the eye with the pencil. After a few trial-and-errors, he was satisfied with the results. Nothing too extreme. Just something different. That's what Sora needed right now.

Grinning at his reflection again, Sora did a once over before leaving the room. He found Kairi sitting on the couch with a double fudge bar in her mouth as she painted her toes, her attention fully focused on the replay of the reality TV show she was watching earlier.

Sora snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, careful not to let any of the fudge bar drip on his cream shirt. The red head gave a start, before turning around with a smile, removing the low-fat fudge bar from her mouth.

"Hey, Baby." She cocked her head to the side.

"Are you wearing my eyeliner?" Sora just smiled at her.

"Yeah, I thought I'd try something different." She turned more towards Sora to take in his ensemble.

"It looks good. What's the occasion?"

"I thought we could shake things up a bit. It's a Friday night, let's go out." Kairi smiled again, but this time it was different. It was one of those smiles that you direct at a little kid who says one day he will own a castle made out of cookies and ice cream.

"That sounds nice, but I had sort of planned on staying in tonight." Kairi was already in low hung sweat pants and a baggy shirt.

"We can stay in any time. Let's go do something." He protested. The smile was back en force. 'You're so cute to believe that will ever happen,' it said.

"We can go out any time. This is too short notice Sora. I'm no where near ready to go somewhere."

Why does she have to make this so difficult?

"What are you planning to do anyway?" Sora asked warily. She just gave him another smile. This one said, 'So glad you're starting to see things my way.'

"I was planning on having a little girl night. You know - facial mask, romance movies, and chocolate." She gestured around her.

It was then he noticed that the coffee table had once again been taken over by a 'Kairi Project'. Instead of scrap booking paper, nail polish and a multitude of bottles and tubes containing various pastes and creams were scattered across the surface. Next to her were a bottle of soda, a box of candies, and a bowl of popcorn. How can she eat all that unhealthy shit all at once?

"You're not going through PMS or some equally trying feminine issues right now, are you?" Sora asked, recounting a time when Selphie and Kairi got in a fight and refused to speak to each other. The lay out was practically the same.

Kairi just laughed. "You've got nothing to worry about. It's just a little spa night. We can go out some other night." Sora shrugged. "Why don't you sit down and watch Titanic with me?"

He made a face. "But that's so boring. How can you even bear to watch that movie more than once?" Kairi just looked amused.

"We can even paint your toe nails and do your make up to match the eyeliner." Sora was not amused.

"Oh, fine." Kairi said, and Sora perked up, hoping she changed her mind. It was possible. Girls were weird like that. "Since you're so restless, why don't you just go out?"

"Without you?" Sora tilted his head in confusion.

"Sure. Don't let me keep you here. Besides, if all you'll do all night is fidget and complain about being bored, then it's no fun for me on my spa night." When he still didn't answer her, she continued. "Why don't you call up Selphie and Tidus? I'm sure they're always up for a night about town."

I guess that's it then.

"Okay. I am really bored. I think I will head out. I'll call them on the way and see if we can meet up." Kairi smiled that same parental smile that said, 'So glad you see things my way.'

Sora gave her a peck on the cheek and grabbed his black coat and disappeared out the door, keys jingling.

She didn't even notice her scrap booking crafts had been put away.

Sora sped down the road. He was going faster than he should be, but he didn't care. He didn't even bother calling Selphie or Tidus or any one else. He didn't feel like spending time with any of them at the moment. Right now, he needed something new and different. Exciting and riveting. And no one he knew was like that. They certainly weren't new.

Before he knew it, Sora found himself down town. Looking around at the many clubs, he tried to decide which one to stop at, before a bright neon yellow sign caught his eye. The sign was made to look as if it was scribbled in graffiti, neon letters forming the words "Citric Acid". A neon lemon was next to it, neon drops of juice accompanying the sign.

It was unique. Sora pulled over.

Inside was bright, loud, and packed. Sora loved it instantly. He wasn't dressed completely appropriate for clubbing, but that didn't matter. Bright colors reflected off his shirt anyway. High paced techno was booming.

Sora smiled as he took a seat at the bar. Ordering a mixed drink, he began to relax and watch the people.

Everyone was so high energy, Sora felt almost as if he was starting to recharge his battery. Couples and more gyrated against each other on the dance floor. Men were trying to act as suave as possible and the girls swiveled their hips provocatively.

Most people were scantily dressed. Some guys weren't even wearing shirts. Some girls' skirts were rising dangerously high.

Out of the corner of his eye, something shiny caught his attention. He turned and was greeted with one of the sexiest sights.

There was a girl with shimmering silver hair that shone different colors in the club lighting. She turned her head and there was soft blue, then sunset pink, and poison green.

She was captivating.

As she danced, Sora was mesmerized by her movements. Everything about her was fluid and graceful, and it created a provocative and completely carefree image.

She was wearing a shimmery, rich lavender top that flowed and swished every time she moved. It was sleeveless and displayed her graceful arms and creamy porcelain skin. The shirt dipped in curved folds on her chest, somewhat hiding her seemingly flat chest.

For the lack of upper endowments, she possessed a long, slender waist and a beautifully curved back. Sinful slivers of skin showed below her shirt every time she moved.

Barely covering her lower half was a midnight blue lacy mini skirt that swished and threatened to reveal more than it should. It did, however, display the girl's beautiful long legs of perfectly carved alabaster. One thing Sora always found attractive. Nice legs.

That was one thing Kairi never quite had. Yes, her legs were perfect, but she was petite. And she always seemed slightly unstable on her feet, unlike that collected cool the other girl possessed.

Height was added to the mysterious girl with black suede knee high boots with one of the highest heels Sora had ever seen. They had to be at least four inches. Kairi doesn't own heels more than two inches - tops. How did the girl manage to dance so gracefully in those?

As he was about to chide himself for his unfaithful thoughts, he glanced up and nearly had the breath taken out of him. The girl, this beautiful temptress of a dancer, was staring straight at him.

Those eyes. They're like an ocean. They were eyes of unknown. Promising something new. A fusion of blue and green in the most stunning aqua as inviting as a calm pool in the summer.

Those eyes went straight to the core of him, making Sora feel as if he had gone through metamorphosis and transformed into something else completely.

Then she smiled. Perfect white teeth between cherry lips. 'Hello.' The smile said.

Someone was nudging his elbow. Huh? Sora turned his head to see the bartender asking if he wanted a refill. He declined. Sora was a lightweight and needed to drive himself home later. Besides, he was just drinking his fill of the gorgeous sight on the dance floor. He turned back, only to have his brows drawn together in confusion.

Where'd she go?

Sora couldn't stop thinking about the girl with kaleidoscope hair. He didn't want to dance, and he didn't try to. He just wanted to find her again. Maybe get a name at least.

She was amazing. The captivating movements as she moved her hips and danced to the beat of the techno. The colors that shone off her hair as she tossed her head back and forth. Her breathtaking eyes and inviting smile.

Once again, Sora's thoughts were interrupted by the bartender when he placed a neon yellow drink in front of him, topped with a lemon wedge and mint. Interesting combination.

"Wait, I didn't order this." The bar tender just chucked.

"It's from the lady." He said pointing to the opposite end of the bar. There she was, sipping on her own neon concoction, smiling prettily at Sora. 'Hello, again.' The smile said.

Sora couldn't hold back the smile that crawled on to his face as he stood up to get closer to her. Once he sat down, he felt incredibly nervous. He wasn't used to girls being the one to buy the drink. It jarred him slightly. It shook the routine and script that he was used to following. It's refreshing.

"Um… thanks for the.. drink.. thing." Real smooth, Sora. The girl just smiled and gave a slight giggle.

"My pleasure. Everyone should try the house drink at least once. It's a guaranteed favorite." Her voice was much deeper than Sora expected, but still so rich and sensuous. Nothing at all like Kairi's high pitched giggles and responses.

"I'm Sora." He offered with a smile.

"Riku." Was her short reply, smile just as warm as Sora's.

"Riku." Sora repeated, liking the feel of the foreign name as it rolled off his tongue. Something new for his senses to savor. "I like it."

Riku smiled again. "Good."

Unprepared for that reply, Sora started laughing. Soon he was accompanied with Riku's higher, melodious laugh. When was the last time I truly laughed?

"You're not exactly dressed for a club." Riku stated, eyeing his somewhat conservative outfit. Not that I'm complaining.

Sora smiled. He seemed to be doing a lot of that since he got here. "Well, I'm not a club person."

"That's too bad." They continued their light banter. Sora was captivated by her smile. It was perfect. Her strawberry lips were lightly glossed. Her eyes were stunning. A unique fusion of blue and green. They're like emeralds and sapphires all rolled into one… they're emraphires. The unique aqua drew him in with no effort. He had trouble deciding what to focus on. Those petal lips and perfect smile or the cool depths of those eyes.

His attention snapped back to Riku when she asked about what he did. "I'm a landscape architect." She tilted her head in confusion and pursed those petal lips. It was an incredibly enticing look and Sora fumbled a little bit finding his words.

"You know how rich mansions have a nice yard with flowers placed 'just so' and a fountain in that perfect place? I basically design the yard and decide where everything is supposed to go." Her perfect mouth formed a little 'o' and those cool water eyes shone with interest. "I also do the landscaping for college campuses and businesses. But those aren't nearly as fun."

"That's so neat! Do you work for a company?"

"Yeah, a landscaping firm. It's not really all that interesting." Riku just smiled at him.

"Sure it is. I don't know anything about architecture or landscapes. It never crossed my mind before. You're like an artist." Sora could feel a blush begin to rise on his cheeks. "Did you have to go to college for that?"

"Yeah." Sora was trying not to be embarrassed at the attention. Riku looked mildly surprised.

"You look so young."

Sora chuckled lightly. "I just graduated last year. I'm twenty two." Riku giggled. "What?"

"Nothing. I just didn't expect you to be younger than me. I'm twenty-three." Sora didn't look all that surprised.

"I thought we were the same age even though I think you look younger. One year is nothing. If you had said you were twenty five, I might not have believed you."

Riku sighed and strayed back to their previous conversation. "I wish I had gone to college."

"What stopped you?" Sora was curious and it pained him slightly to see sadness hidden in the recesses of her jeweled irises.

"I just never got around to it. I moved right after high school and never bothered to go back to school. They weren't my favorite years. I'm not too bad off though."

"What do you do?" Sora suddenly wanted to find out everything about the magnificent creature before him.

"I'm a dancer." Sora saw the sly smile on her face and he smirked.

"So that's why you are entrancing on the dance floor. Do you have a studio?" Her smile faltered a little and Sora wouldn't have caught it if he hadn't been watching her so intently.

"No… I dance at a club." Sora tilted his head to the side.

"A club like this?" He asked.

"Sort of…" Riku smiled. It was the first time her smile was closed. 'I don't want to talk about it' the smile said.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she stood. "Let's dance!" She tugged on his wrist and dragged him onto the dance floor. It was the first time Sora had been on the floor all night.

When they were standing next to each other, Sora noticed that Riku was almost as tall as him. Maybe only half an inch to an inch shorter. Of course, she was wearing heals.

His body temperature rose steadily and he was acutely aware of all his senses. Riku wrapped her arms around his neck and started dancing to the beat. His mind was gripped in a slight panic as he realized, "I can't dance."

Riku just smiled at him. 'Don't worry,' it said.

"You're fine, just sway to the beat."

Captivated by the movement, Sora watched Riku sway her hips to the beat and attempted to follow along. Her skirt swishing, her top sparkling in the colorful lights. Her hair once again reflected a myriad of colors.

Riku tightened her arms around his neck and Sora rested his hands on her slim hips. Her perfect mouth smiled sweetly at him.

Suddenly, Sora found her body pressed against his completely. Slim hips pressed against his provocatively. Narrow waist and flat stomach flush against him, Sora's heart began to race and the room felt considerably warmer. Her chest was flush against his own. She was completely flat. There was nothing there.

That was fine by Sora though. He'd never really been all that turned on by breasts the way other guys had. That was one thing that never really bothered him about Kairi. She always complained she was too small, but Sora never minded.

Sora didn't like to touch them; they were too jiggly and squishy… like water balloons. Not a turn on at all.

Kairi, because she was so short, was always pressed into his waist, with her head resting on his chest. It was slightly uncomfortable.

Riku, with her heels, was only an inch shorter than him. Chest against chest, Sora could feel every contour of Riku's body. He could feel her heart beating fast from the dancing, and her warm breath against the shell of his ear. It made his heart beat even faster and the blood begin to rush to his head.

Sora felt those petal lips against his ear, drawing it between them to nip and suck lightly on it. Sora inhaled sharply. He felt Riku smirk against his ear as his hands tightened on her lithe hips.

Soon she was kissing her way, ever so lightly, along his jaw, her tongue sneaking a lick every now and then.

Before Sora had even anticipated it, those petal perfect lips found his in a soft, utterly overwhelming kiss. Everything was perfectly devastating. It wasn't overtly provocative or sex driven. It was almost like finding a piece of him that was lost. It was wonderfully new. The petal lips were petal soft. Gloss slid and molded their lips together. Wow…

This one simple kiss made Sora feel more alive and loved than all the times he'd ever been with Kairi. This was definitely not routine. This kiss spoke of a yearning. Riku needed something. Sora needed something. And in this kiss, it was like they had found it. No one else was there or in their minds. The club was a vague and distant hum; the people were merely shadows flittering across the conscience.

A delicate lick on his bottom lip spurred Sora into attention. Fingers tangled in his hair and he deepened the kiss, feeling the need to explore every inch of this mysterious goddess. Riku didn't mind, and pushed back eagerly, tongues dancing against each other. Sora allowed his hands to wander lower and rest on the curve of Riku's rear. Riku pressed even closer to Sora, as if trying to fuse them together.

Riku gave a light moan of appreciation. Nothing with Kairi was ever like this. Riku started trailing little moist kisses across his jaw. Kairi… Riku was sucking on an incredibly sensitive place on his neck that Kairi had never bothered to find. Oh shit – Kairi!

Sora pulled away reluctantly and gazed at Riku. Her silver hair still reflected the colorful lights. Her eyes gazed up at him with nothing but acceptance, attraction, and the same emptiness inside that Sora felt. An emptiness that left when he was with her. Her lip gloss was almost completely gone and Sora realized that most of it was probably on him.

"I – I can't do this.." Sora muttered weakly. In that instant, he saw perfection crushed. Riku's face fell and she looked confused and somewhat lost. An unnamed pain flickered across majestic eyes. Suddenly, Sora wished he had never said anything, so the angel in front of him wouldn't look so broken. Why?

"N-not that I don't want to… it just… just wouldn't be right..." He tacked on weakly, quickly trying to say something that would help his angel understand. She ended up looking even more puzzled.

"What?" Bewilderment laced the word thoroughly.

"I – it wouldn't be fair… to you… or Kairi…" The confusion hadn't left, but an odd sort of understanding flickered in those oceanic orbs. "I – I'm engaged…" Understanding dawned and Riku looked disappointed and somewhat abashed. In a single moment, it was all gone. A light smile graced her lips. Eyes smiled mischievously at him, sparkling with danger. 'Come away' the smile said.

"I don't think that really matters, now does it?" Riku paused a moment to let her words sink into his spiky head. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her. Right?" Her lips met his again in a gentle kiss, quietly posing the question. Should he go after this new vibrant sensation or crawl back home to an unfulfilling life?

Riku pulled away. "Don't be afraid to explore new horizons." She whispered against his gloss covered lips. He didn't really want to leave this angel. That's it then. Sora pulled her tightly against him and deepened the kiss fervently.

Sora walked out of the club, a dainty hand clasped within his. Just moments ago, she had pulled away from him and whispered suggestively, "Take me home?"

Now, he was leading this alabaster goddess to his car, smiling when she commented, "Oh, red! That's my favorite color."

"Mine too." He opened the door for her and shuddered when she brushed her hand down his arm as she got in the car. That had to be deliberate.

Sora started down the road to the direction she pointed. As they drove, Sora began to think of Kairi. She'd kill me if she found out. He glanced over at Riku, the passing street lights alternatively making her glow golden and then silver when only the moon illuminated her. She's not going to find out.

No one was on the road and it felt like they were that much more private and secluded. Sora placed his hand lightly on her thigh, just below the skirt. Her skin was unbelievably smooth. His fingers traced soft designs on the pale skin before slowly creeping under the fabric and inwards. He kept his eyes on the road.

Sora glanced at Riku, halting somewhat. She just smiled once more and shifted, causing her legs to move apart slightly. Taking that as an OK to go further, he moved his hand until he felt cloth again.

His hand halted abruptly. The heat he was touching was not the type he expected to find underneath the skirt. The car rolled to a stop at a red light; he pulled his hand away and he placed the vehicle in park. In the middle of the road. He was still looking straight ahead.

That wasn't right. He moved his hand under the skirt again and gained confirmation with the firm bulge beneath his hand. Sora pulled his hand away as if he'd been burned. Slowly he turned his head to look at Riku. She smiled lightly at him.

"I know it wasn't fair not to tell you, but... I wanted to prolong this as long as possible." Sora just stared dumbly at her… him.

The light turned green, then yellow, then red again.

You could almost hear the wheels turning in his head, in desperate need for oil. How can someone so… How… Be male…

The light turned green, then yellow, then red again.

"If you're having second thoughts, I understand…" That look of crushed perfection was there again. Instead of confusion, a broken sense of sadness reigned in those luminous eyes. A lost soul that mirrored his reflected up at him. Sora wanted to fix it. To help mend this beautiful soul, and hopefully, it would help with his deadened one.

Lost in his thoughts, he started when Riku made to open the door. Panicked that this angel would leave him all alone he pressed the lock button, locking the car. Unable to leave, Riku turned to look at him and Sora felt an embarrassed blush rise to his face.

Sora lifted a hand and caressed a soft cheek, drawing those eyes to look into his own. He slowly closed the distance between them, carefully as if any sharp movements would cause this suspended moment to break. His warm breath heated Riku's lips. "Explore new horizons, right?" Riku smiled into the offered kiss and clutched at his shoulders.

Riku soon pushed him back against the seat and began kissing down Sora's jaw, nimble fingers unbuttoning his shirt. Sora gasped as the air hit his skin, and his stomach rippled under Riku's soft touches.

Suddenly, Riku reached around him and pulled the lever by his seat, causing Sora to fall back with his seat, Riku falling with him. They ended up with Riku laying half on top of Sora and half on his own seat. Riku gave him a chaste kiss and pulled the other lever by Sora's feet, causing them to slide back. Riku was almost lying completely on him now.

Riku continued his affections. Softly, wet kisses trailed down his neck and Riku's supple mouth found that sensitive spot on his neck. Sora moaned and turned his head, exposing more skin to Riku's enthusiastic lips.

Riku moved down towards his collar bone, nipping lightly, making Sora gasp. The dancer's hands were trailing up and down Sora's abdomen, exploring the taunt muscles, causing them to twitch. The shaped nails would drag ever so lightly in all the right places, making Sora more turned on than he ever remembered.

That mouth continued its trek downward and latched onto a pert nipple, one hand reaching to attend to the other. Riku was so forward. So different from Kairi.

She never did these simple things to his body that made him feel on fire and sensitive all over. Foreplay was a foreign word unless he was on her. It was new for him to be on the receiving end.

He liked it.

Riku's mouth attached to the other nipple, and the cool air on his forgotten moist nipple was a sharp, unusual pleasure. Unknowing to Sora, Riku's hand started fingering the button of those oh-so-tight black pants. Riku bit down on the pert nub, surprising Sora, as those nimble fingers undid his pants and pulled his arousal into the cool air of the car.

Riku licked the abused nipple to sooth it and his fingers trailed lightly up and down Sora's member, mimicking the ministrations he made on Sora's stomach earlier.

Sora panted desperately and rolled his hips forward, seeking more contact. Riku smirked at the brunet's flushed face and griped Sora firmly and started a slow pumping rhythm, torture and pleasure all at once. Sora bucked his hips forward, seeking more friction and a faster pace. Riku released him to grip his hips and hold him down as he lowered his head.

Oh god. Riku licked teasingly at the tip, gripping Sora's hips tighter as he tried to buck. Sora settled for squirming and whimpered. Kairi had never done this to him. Riku wrapped his mouth around the head, sucking lightly and teasing, wrapping his tongue around it.

Moaning and whimpering, Sora tossed his head back and forth, throwing it back against the headrest. Riku started to take more of Sora into his mouth. Agonizingly slow. Sora tried to buck his hips again, but Riku held his hips firmly. A steady rhythm built up as Riku took him further and further every time.

Riku dragged his teeth lightly along the underside and Sora let out a loud moan, this time bucking so fiercely he slipped a few inches deeper into the recesses of Riku's warm, wet mouth. Riku simply took him even deeper, purring, sending delicious vibrations through Sora. The brunet tangled his fingers in silky strands of silver.

Riku gazed up at him through lust fogged eyes. Sora tensed, he was close. Very close. Then Riku pulled away. Ignoring the whine of protest, Riku slid back up Sora, shimmying out of his rhinestone underwear on the way up.

Riku straddled Sora, a knee on either side of his hips, and sat on his abdomen. Sora shivered at the skin on skin contact. He brought his hands up Riku's shirt, caressing the ivory skin and the gentle curve of his back.

Riku shifted backwards and wrapped his arms above Sora's head and around the headrest. He was nearly sitting on Sora's arousal, making Sora hiss. He lifted himself up and was about to come down on Sora when the brunet grabbed his hips and stopped him.

The dancer looked at him questioningly. Sora blushed as he fought to find the words. "Don't you need… ah… some sort of… um… preparation…" Sora trailed off weakly. His face was flaming. He didn't know how it was with… guys… but Kairi always liked a little bit of preparation before they had sex. And with a guy, wouldn't it hurt worse? Riku just smiled and pressed their lips together gently, whispering,

"Don't worry about it, sweetie." With that said, Riku lowered himself onto Sora. Sora was just barely in when he noticed tears pricking the corners of those aquamarine eyes and that flawless face contorted in discomfort. He held the hips still. Tugging on the back of his head of silver silk, Sora brought Riku's face close and placed light kisses on his face.

He placed kisses everywhere. Cheeks, lips, chin, eyebrows, nose. He even kissed the tears pricking the corner of his eye and the soft eyelids.

Riku opened his green, lust darkened eyes and stared into Sora's kohl lined blues. Sky met land and they were suspended like that; barely connected yet more connected than either of them had ever been, hearts racing, and eyes locked together. A fusion of emerald and sapphire. Neither could look away.

And then Riku leaned down, never breaking eye contact, and captured Sora's lips in a fierce passion, impaling himself completely on Sora. The brunet let out a deep moan, feeling himself so suddenly enveloped in tight heat.

How badly he wanted to thrust into that tightness, that heat. But Riku's verdant eyes were clenched in pain and more tears began to shimmer on the surface. He held Riku's hips firmly, much like the other boy had done to him earlier.

The silver haired boy smiled a pained smile and mirrored Sora's earlier actions. Soft kisses every where. Nose, eyelids, cheeks… Riku even added his own touch, giving butterfly kisses with his long ash eyelashes, tickling Sora's skin.

When Sora opened his eyes next, they were staring straight into Riku's forest ones. Riku began to move his hips ever so slightly, but Sora kept a grip on them to ensure they didn't go too fast and end up hurting the beautiful boy in his lap.

Heat spread throughout him as a rhythm was set, Riku riding Sora and Sora thrusting into the tight heat that was Riku. Sweat rolled down Sora's face and Riku's back became slick with perspiration as the brunet dragged his nails down it lightly.

Riku had himself angled so that Sora would hit a spot of ecstasy every time he plunged into the silver haired dancer. The expression of utter elation and the noises that emitted from those petal lips were so incredibly erotic, Sora felt he was ready almost every single time.

Even as Sora drove into him, he kept everything at a controlled pace. As strong as Riku was, he still seemed that much more fragile. Kairi had never appeared this breakable.

Riku's nether regions were hidden by the skirt, but every now and then Sora could feel the hard heat of it brush against his stomach when Riku would come down on him again and turn his world into total sensation. He had no desire to lift up the skirt. The impact of what he was doing would hit him. He wasn't prepared for that.

The majority of the time, Riku and Sora had their eyes locked in that silent connection of understanding. Understanding loneliness and emptiness and that need for something different.

The erotic noises from Riku amplified and Sora realized that he too was making little noises of bliss and lust. Green met blue in a look of molten lava. Riku clenched around Sora's member and grabbed fistfuls of spiky cinnamon hair as he came, leaving a trail of white on Sora's stomach.

The clenching and rocking feel of Riku's orgasm sent Sora over the edge and he thrust into the boy once more before releasing inside of him, blunt nails digging harshly into a lily white back.

They were still, both panting for a moment before Riku pulled off of Sora and grabbed some tissues from the door. He cleaned them up as best as he could before settling on top of Sora, curling somewhat into the boy and resting his head on a well defined chest. Their hearts beat almost as one, accelerated from their sexual escapade.

Sora's hand traced unknown shapes on Riku's back and the other curled in silver tresses. Riku mimicked similar motions on Sora's chest. Everything was so calm and serene.

Until a blinding light was shone through the window. Both looked up, still caught in the afterglow, feeling lethargic. A cop was shining a light in the window, tapping on it incessantly. Sora gulped, a feeling of dread filling his stomach. Oh shit.

To Be Continued

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