Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ All I Really Want For Christmas ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I wanted the sex and the “punishment” to be kept light-hearted enough that it didn't fall into the realm of near rape or abusive bondage. That kind of stuff just isn't the part of a good, healthy relationship–even if the two are little kinky freaks. ^.^

I let the smirk I'd been holding back finally slid onto my lips. The look of pure and absolute shock on Sora's face when my elbow came crashing down into his crotch was golden. And then his voice afterwards...

Heh. If nothing else, it should teach him not to be such an ass in the future.

He's probably out there planning his revenge right now. I'm not too worried though; Sora's ideas of revenge aren't exactly well thought out the majority of the time. I remember once when he was trying to get back at me for a comment I'd made on how goofy he looked in the morning when all the spikes on one side of his head were flat, the only thing he'd been able to come up with was to put my hair into pig-tails while I slept and use so much goddamn hair spray to keep them that way, that my head actually stuck to the pillow in the morning.

The hair spray washed out easily enough, and I simply refused sex for a week. In the end, he was the one who was most annoyed by his own actions, and he hasn't tried anything like that since. And with me now “putting out”, as it were, I don't think he'll risk another week of only having his hand to help him out.

Speaking of which, I have to say that being on the bottom wasn't half as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, I think I sorta like it better than being on top. I have the habit of worrying too much, even during sex. I worry that Sora isn't enjoying himself, that I'm not paying enough attention to his needs, and, as crazy as it sounds, I even sometimes worry about what we must sound like to people nearby who might be able to hear us. I always try to downplay it as much as possible, but people whispering or avoiding us really does bother me. I guess it's just one more thing that surrendering myself to the darkness screwed up in me. I used to be a confidence overload, but I was actually considering not coming home with Sora because I was terrified of people's reactions when they saw that the idiot who gave up his body and soul to the darkness was walking around with their hero. (AN- Remember when Sora asked Riku if he was coming back with them and Riku immediately responded with “How can I face everyone after all I've done?” That's where I'm pulling reference from. Okay....I'll stop bothering you now and let you continue reading.)

Letting Sora be the dominate one though, it took away all opportunity to worry about any of that. It felt nice to be able to lay back and actually enjoy sex with Sora without having outside thoughts and worries marring it.

Yes, we'll definitely be exploring that venue more in the future.

But, I think with an evil smirk, Sora doesn't need to know that just yet. I'll let him sweat a little first as my revenge for him taking advantage of my allowing him to be on top.

I didn't appreciate being fucked on my hands and knees for my first time. As if it wasn't degrading enough to be dressed like a whore, he decided that It'd be fun to fuck me like one too.

Oh yes, he'll sweat before I bare my ass again.

Still smirking, I sit on the toilet seat to remove my boots–only to jump back up with a startled yelp as the icy porcelain comes in contact with my naked thighs and butt.

I glare at the offending porcelain before grabbing a towel from the rack and setting it down over the cold surface and then resuming my task. The dozens of tiny straps and buckles are nearly my undoing and I am glad that I can give them back to Kairi tomorrow so she can return them to her “friend on the mainland”.

Once I'm done with the vinyl deathtraps, I throw them off into the corner and start undoing the snaps on the garter–bought new from Kairi and Selphie's little perverted lingerie shop in the mall instead of borrowed because I knew I could never have sex wearing someone else's under...things that they'd probably worn during sex as well. Undoing the zip on the back of the garter, I'm able to toss it and, after a moment of fumbling, the stockings over to the boots' corner.

The top and skirt–pseudo-fur and all–are the next things to go. They are thrown with great pleasure into my growing pile of soon-to-be-destroyed/returned clothing articles. In fact, now the only thing missing is that damn thong...

Hm... I'd better get rid of that before Sora gets any ideas...

Shrugging it off for the moment, I turn the shower handle and once the water has begun to steam, I step in.

I clean the silver-glittered hair gel from my locks with relish, having not enjoyed a second of Selphie's yanking hands as she had done my hair a several hours ago. The make-up goes with equal pleasure, though Kairi hadn't been too horrible when she put it on–but I'll be damned if I ever tell her that; she'd probably take it as permission to do it again.

Once my face and hair are chemical-free, I reach around on the shower-shelf for my loofah-sponge and, once I find it, begin to scrub off the spritzed-on body glitter and artificial fragrances–once again, the product of Selphie going crazy with the idea of “girling” me up.

My skin begins to feel raw from the roughness of the sponge so I rinse it out and place it back on the shelf in favor of my hands now that the majority of the various glittery substances are swirling down the drain. Actually, the water around my feet is almost glowing with a strange lavender-blue color. It's pretty now that it's no longer covering every inch of my skin. And to think, Sora probably didn't even appreciate the effort because of how dark it is in our apartment right now. Heh. Almost makes me want to–

BANG!

The loud noise makes me jump and grab onto the shower handle so I don't slip on the gel-slimy tiles. I gain my bearings again after a few moments of clinging, white-knuckled to the handle, and I straighten up with some annoyance.

What the hell is Sora doing out there?! It sounds like he just dropped a goddamn piano from the ceiling!

Growling under my breath, I rinse off one more time and roughly pull back the shower curtain so I can step out. The frigid air makes my wet skin prickle and a violent shiver wracks my back and shoulders. Sucking in a cold breath at the momentary shock, I make a dash to the towel rack and retrieve several to wrap around my waist, shoulders, and over my head.

Yeah, I'm a towel-hog, so sue me. I don't mind generating a lot of laundry if I can keep warm for my mad dash to the closet. Sora always laughs and say that I look silly all mummified in towels, but he looks even dumber when he goes hopping, dripping wet, through the room like a kangaroo thrown into Antarctica–and moaning and complaining that his dick is cold all the way. Che, like I said, he has no room to talk about looking stupid.

After having adjusted all of my fluffy “armor” so that none of that vile thing we have so unfitly dubbed “the cold” can get through to my chest or more...sensitive areas, I shuffle over to the door and, unlocking it, walk back into our bedroom.

The room is even colder than the bathroom and I pull my towels tighter to me as the air blasts into me. I spare a glance around the room to try to locate Sora but he is no where in sight, which makes me a tiny bit nervous. I try to ignore that though, reminding myself that Sora has never been good at coming up with really good revenge strategies.

But still, I'm surprised that Sora isn't still in here, if nothing else than to glare at me. It's not as if I was in the shower long enough for him to get tired of waiting and up and leave. Hm... And in addition to that, all that noise that originally drew me out of my shower has now stopped. It's completely peaceful once again. I wonder what he is up to...

I muse on that thought as I shoulder open the closet and step inside. I snake out a hand to flip on the lights but before I have the opportunity, my legs are grabbed out from underneath me and a heavy body scrambles on top of me.

“Ack! What the hell?!?” I yell before a hand slaps over my mouth and I feel hot breath on my ear.

“Shh! Calm down, Riku!”

Oh. It's just Sora. Phew. I figured that it was, but I was still a little worried there for a second.

I nip the fingers and he retracts them with a hiss of pain.

“Damn it Riku! What was that for?!” he whines from above me. It sounds as if he's sucking on his abused fingers.

“What are you doing, Sora?” I growl at him and try to buck him off of me. It doesn't have the desired effect, as he just bucks back with a moan.

“Sora! Get. Off. Of. Me,” I hiss out, each word spoken with deadly finality.

He just laughs and wiggles his hips so that he ends up between my legs. I note with some surprise that my towel has come unwound from my hips and I'm laying all but bare except for him covering me up.

“But why? I'm having so much fun!” he squeals happily and grinds his hardening cock into the bottom of my buttocks. The sensation brings a moan to my lips, despite my current annoyance with him. Surely he's not ready for another go???

“Uhh... But Sora,” I groan out as he continues his ministrations, “you said you wouldn't be up to it for at least another hour.”

“Heh. You're right. And I won't be. But,” his voice lowers to a whisper, “we're not gonna have sex, doll-face.”

That wakes me up and if he could see me I know that he'd laugh at my look of utter confusion.

“Huh?” I say dumbly, not sure what else to say.

I can almost feel his evil little grin as he answers me.

“You're getting punished, my naughty little sex muffin.”

“Eh?!?!”

He's gone fucking insane!!

“heh heh... Now just stay still my little Riku...”

He makes a grab for my wrists but I'm the faster as I jerk a knee into his crotch and leave him gasping like a fish on the carpet. I scramble back onto my feet and dart out of the closet, too distracted by the singular thought of escape to spare the time to slam the door behind me. Before I reach the door of our bedroom I realize the cause of the loud sound from earlier and I can't help but gasp in horror.

He moved the huge dresser containing everything from condoms and toys in the top drawer, to spare hammers and drills in the bottom one, right in front of the door. And then apparently dropped it on its back so that I couldn't just shove it out of the way.

Son of a bitch. He's lucky we're on the ground floor or that fucker would have fallen right through somebody's ceiling.

But more importantly, I'm trapped and I just nailed Sora in the crotch again!

“Riku!” my name is sung from behind me and I stiffen up like the devil himself had just called out to me. He might as well have.

Swallowing hard, I turn around to see Sora highlighted in the weak orange light of the street lamp outside our bedroom window, his eyes wild and mouth stretched in the creepiest grin I've ever seen in my life.

“Riku,” he sings again in that same creepy way as he stalks towards me.

God save me.

Like some sort of possessed man, Sora stalks up to my frozen form and circles me as if he were a vicious predator. He stops in the middle of his third circuit, coming to stand directly behind me.

“Did you really think that you could get away that easily?” he asks incredulously as of of his hands comes up to cup my behind roughly. When I jump from the contact, the other hand smacks my other cheek with enough force to bring a yelp from me.

“Ouch! Sora wh–”

His hand comes up lightning quick to cover my mouth.

“Nuh uh uh! No talking unless I say you can, baby.”

The hand slides away from my mouth and back to kneading my butt.

“Negh...” I pant as I lean back enough to lay my head on his shoulder and he bites my shoulder sharply, drawing blood.

“Ugh!!”

Sora licks at the tiny tinges of blood before shoving me away from him. I stumble, not prepared for the sudden independence and I utter a confused “Wha??” before I'm pressed roughly against the cold wall. The surface feels like a plane of ice against my sensitive belly and legs, not to mention my slightly hard cock. Sora pushes up to my back insistently though, not allowing me to pull back in the slightest.

“Are you ready for your punishment now, Riku? Or do you want to add another five by trying to get away again?” he thrusts his hips into my backside hard and I gasp as my body is squished between him and the unrelenting wall.

Another five? What does he mean? Another five what?

I ask myself and but he doesn't give me much of a chance to try to figure it out as he thrusts hard again.

“Well?” he says impatiently, “Keep procrastinating and I'll be ten.”

'Ten what???' I want to yell, but restrain myself. Instead I just nod my consent.

He smiles against my skin and I can feel his mouth shaping his words.

“Good. Come on baby, let's get you ready.”

He pulls away, bringing me along with him by the grips he has on either of my arms above the elbow. He leads me to the bed and positions me at the side of it with my upper torso laying flat and my legs splayed out as I stand. It's a rather “open” position, and he seems to realize that and have no qualms about exploiting the fact as he takes a moment to rub his still a little soft cock up and down my wide open crack. I involuntarily try to shift my stance a little so that I'm not so vulnerable, but Sora drops to his knees almost instantly to grab both of my ankles and shove them apart so that they're nearly three feet away from one another.

I squeak in a decidedly unmanly way at the rough handling. I blush at his amused chuckle as he stands up again.

“You stay just like that,” he says, and emphasizes his words with another sharp smack. But I don't move an inch other than rocking forwards with the impact and moaning a little.

Satisfied with my compliance, Sora leaves me face down on the bed to go and rummage else where. I hear him work with the toppled dresser by the door and within a minute or two he is back.

“Hands,” he commands simply.

I show them to him with a little reluctance and he quickly grabs them and drags me over some so that one of my arms loops around the bed post. Then he snaps something soft, but firm around one wrist and then another. A chill comes over me as I recognize the item without even having to look at it.

The padded handcuffs from that adult store on the mainland that I just had to buy.

Shit. I hate it when my own damn weapons are used against me.

“Legs apart,” Sora barks at me, having left and returned sometime during my little mental rant.

I do as he says, slightly fearful of what's in store next.

“This is your punishment for being so bad, Riku. Feel free to cry or ask for forgiveness. Maybe I'll go easy on you.”

I swallow hard once again and clench my teeth. He said that it wasn't sex, so what is he going to do???

I get my answer a second later in the form of excruciating pain on my ass and a loud SMACK!!

“Ah!!” I scream out after the impact. My left cheek is throbbing from how hard the hit was. I try to see over my shoulder what he just hit me with because I know that it wasn't his goddamn hand.

I just barely spy my large wooden paddle brush (AN: Rubyred, this is for you!) in his upraised hand before it comes swinging down and my other cheek feels as if it's on fire.

SMACK!!!

“AAAAHHH!”

SMACK!!!!

SMACK!!!!

SMACK!!!!

The blows rain down over my entire bottom and the backs of my thighs. A few times it comes right over my entrance or my balls and I'm shocked breathless by the pain. But Sora just trucks on and keeps adding more smacks of the wide wooden brush over my ass.

SMACK!!!!

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!”< br>
SMACK!!!!!

“I'M SORRY!!! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!! AHHH!!”

SMACK!!!!!!!

“PLEASE!! I'M SORRY!!”

SMACK!!!!!!!!

“SOOOORAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

I'm sobbing openly now, my screams and apologies muddled and almost indistinguishable from one another.

“Last one baby,” says Sora in a breathless voice that I almost can't hear over the sound of my own sobbing.

SMACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The last blow hurts the worst, having been easily the hardest as well as placed over my throbbing entrance. But Sora does indeed stop, laying down the brush on the night table before returning to me.

I flinch away from the hands that he lays gently on my butt, not sure what to expect from him anymore. He doesn't do anything other than ghost his fingertips over my burning cheeks though, occasionally dipping one of two into the crevice of my butt to stroke me there.

That's all he does as I take my time to calm down after his assault. After my trembling stops and my tears stop flowing, Sora begins to gently probe my entrance with one of his fingers. The action makes me groan loudly as I take an alarming amount of pleasure out of the act. I'm surprised that I can feel anything but soreness after that.

Sora chuckles and stops his actions in favor of running his hand under and through my legs to grab my cock tightly.

“Ugh!!” I moan wantonly into the covers.

“Heh. You're hard as a rock, baby. Dare I say that someone's a bit of a masochist for pain? Hm?”

That's certainly news to me. But now that I actually think on it, I did get and stay achingly hard during the entire thing. Am I seriously a pain-freak?? Damn. And I thought I was the normal one.

“If I'm a masochist, then you must me a sadist,” I reply saucily.

“Haha! Yeah, I guess I am,” he laughs.

“I guess that means we fit pretty well together, huh babe?”

“Hmph!” is my only reply to that.

“Hehe. I love you,” he says as he unlocks the handcuffs.

I slide bonelessly down to the floor where I allow my abused bottom to rest before I glare up at him and tell him simply,

“Fuck you.”

He blinks owlishly at me for a moment before adopting that damn smirk that I'm really beginning to hate.

“No,” he says, “fuck you. And speaking of which, you do realize that it's been nearly an hour, right?”

I stare at him dumbly, not comprehending what the colossal ass is trying to say.

“An hour since...” he trails off, allowing his quirked eye brows and dirty grin to do the talking for him.

“Oh hell no!” I exclaim and shove him away as I get to my feet, glaring all the way.

“I just got molested, fucked, and spanked, all in the course of little under an hour and a half. There is no way in heaven or hell that I'm repeating any of it for at least 24 hours. Screw off you pervert!” I growl at him as I limp away.

He follows me and continues trying to convince me.

“But baby–”

“But nothing,” I snarl, “your dick is not coming within three feet of my ass until it stops hurting after what you did to it! Why the hell are you so horny anyways?!?!?”

He grins.

“I guess it's just because you're so damn hot, Riku.”

I snort at his 'reason' and continue my circuit of the bed until I'm on my side. Once there, I climb/limp up, cautious of my throbbing ass. Damn that Sora, I won't be able to walk without a limp or sit without flinching for days. I'm going to smother him in his goddamn sleep. Erg.

I see a hand creeping up the covers towards my thigh and I smack it with all my strength.

“Back off!” I snarl on last time and turn my back to him as I jerk the covers over myself. He stays quiet for a while before chuckling again and jumping up on bed with me. I get ready to rail him again when he places a chaste kiss on my forehead and bids me goodnight before plopping down and pulling me into his designated 'sleep position'.

I sigh in relief and wiggle a little so that I'm more comfortable in his arms. After a while we both stop shifting and I'm just starting to drift off when Sora's voice rings out in the darkness.

“How about tomorrow morning?”

“Sora!!”

Hehehehehehe .... Drop me a line or I'll send Sora after you too!

By the way, I'm thinking about writing a series of Riku's firsts. Like how AIRWFC was about Riku's first time as uke, and this is his first time being spanked. Yeah. I'm becoming obsessed. It's just that nobody else seems to write any in which Riku is the uke. It drives me insane!

Anywho! I've probably already said this a million times before but my writing lives off of reviews. If I don't have reviews but I can see that I've had 400 hits to my story, then I assume that people don't like it enough to review, and people don't hate it enough to flame. It's like it's in a sort of limbo. And that limbo is one of the worst places for a person's writing to be. It's depressing! So please, even if it's only a one-liner, or hell, even just a one word, show me that you like it!!