Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ All I Really Want For Christmas ❯ When you fuck up, you'd better suck up ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Samric
Sora's got a plan to make ammends.

Non Anime: Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.16.2007 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.0K | Visits: 483 | Status: Work In Progress

...Where the fuck does this keep coming from? I have no idea. I'm just going with the flow.
 
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Sora's P.O.V.
 
A combination of my normal morning wood, soft hair tickling my face and weak sunlight on my eyes wakes me up. I turn my face deeper into the softness of Riku's hair as I shield myself from the sunlight. Riku groans and shifts a little in his sleep but otherwise ignore me. Good. He'll be on the war path once he wakes up and I'd like to be a few miles away when that does happen.
 
But, I think with a large yawn against his naked back, he should be out for another few hours so I'm pretty sure I can take my time in waking up and just laze here with him. Unfortunately, I really have to relieve myself and get a shower—preferably before he's chased me in there with a knife and threatened castration. But that would mean getting up now and possibly waking him up with the noise from the shower. Hm. To stay in bed, or not to stay in bed.
 
Decisions, decisions...
 
A quick visualization of Riku waking up with me still plastered to his back—with a hard on no less—and him using that damn knee again has me out of the nice warm covers and streaking towards the bathroom. I stop just inside the door when a thought comes to me, and after a moment of consideration, I streak to the our walk-in closet to gather some clothes. It would not be wise to offer Riku a chance to accost me while I'm naked and unable to escape like I did him last night. Riku loves ironies and I don't think he could resist this one. I'll have to be extra careful for the next few days while he's still super pissed at me.
 
I spare a glance back over at Riku's sleeping form and a smile cracks my lips. He looks so...pretty, laying there on his stomach with his head propped up on folded arms, hair spread about him like loose strands of silver silk. The sunlight glints off his hair and highlights the alluring dip of his lower back, though my view is hindered from following sun-kissed skin any further by the sheets and blankets bunched around his waist in an entirely too attractive fashion.
 
The image reminds me to stop ogling him and hurry to the bathroom, which I do after another throb in my nether regions.
 
As I turn on the hot water and immerse myself, I lament that Riku will probably not be allowing me within ten feet of him for several weeks for my stunt last night. Not that I'm regretting it. No, never that. In fact, I don't think I've ever done something so worth Riku's wrath in my life. And I mean that in both senses of the word. It was worth it to me...and Riku will be fully within his rights to attempt to slay me later today. And if I know my baby, he'll be definitely be taking advantage of that right.
 
I try to find some inkling of amusement in that thought, but the very real threat of pain is a bit of a turnoff.
 
“Hehehe...Oh god. Let's face it; I'm gonna be roadkill by the end of the day,” I whine at the shower wall and conk my forehead against it a few times.
 
Ah well, at least I have peace for now—
 
KNOCK KNOCK
 
“Sora?”
 
Oh shit. I spoke too soon.
 
“Sora,” comes the voice again, “open up, I need a shower too.”
 
Muuuuurrr! I don't wanna! Maybe if I ignore him he'll give up and leave me in peace for a while longer.
 
“Sora!” he says again, more insistently, “Open the damn door now and I'll let you live for a few more minutes.”
 
Oh yeah, because that sounds so much more inviting. Erg. I guess it would be better to just get this over with and not try to put off the inevitable any longer.
 
Cringing a little at my own stupidity, I reach out of the shower to fiddle with the lock on the door. The click sounds strangely ominous and I dart away from the door to watch from the imagined safety of the shower. The door is pushed open just a few feet and Riku slips through before closing and locking it—must resist the urge to cry— behind him. He spares me a venomous glance out of narrowed eyes for but a split second before moving to the sink and proceeding to brush his teeth.
 
While he goes about his normal morning routine at the sink, I stew in the conjured ideas and images of his revenge that my mind oh-so-happily provides. Alright, I admit it, I'm scared now. I need to find a way to keep him from skinning me alive and/or locking me out of the apartment for a few days. I'd really love it if I didn't have to crash at Tidus' again. Last time it was awkward because he had a girl there that I hadn't seen since elementary and I kept seeing her as the pig-tailed eight-year-old that used to shove playdough up my nose... even when I heard them in Tidus' room an hour or so after they'd disappeared back there.
 
Yeah... awkward doesn't even begin to cover it.
 
But I'm getting way off topic, which is not a smart thing to do when you're only a few feet away from death.
 
So then, back to the subject of how to keep all of my body parts, not get kicked out into the cold, and still retain the privilege of getting to be on top regularly. I swear, I think Riku's ruined me for being anything other than the seme with him screaming and at my mercy—damn it! I've got to stop that! Death is near, you fool! Death!
 
Argh. What to do, what to do??
 
I could apologize. Though that alone wouldn't do the trick. Hm... Oh! What about letting him be on top?
 
Wait, no, that could turn ugly if he decided to use the opportunity to get back at me. Hmm...
 
I muse over my options silently for a few moments, each one getting more and more desperate, until it finally hits me.
 
I'm not sure if I could pull it off though. I mean, Riku's pretty angry at me and he may not allow me to touch him. But then again, I think I may be able to convince him to let me 'apologize in my own way'.
 
Hm...
 
I think over my plan, making a quick check list of what needs to be done before I'm ready to put it into action. The list isn't too long and I could probably get the majority of it rolling in about ten minutes. The only hard part will be keeping Riku in the dark for ten minutes. Maybe I should just get out and hurry while he's taking a shower.
 
...Alright, we'll go with that.
 
“Sora.”
 
Ack!
 
I spin around to see Riku's scowling face mere inches from my own. Eheheh... Wow he looks pissed...
 
Riku arches one fine eyebrow at me in a clear 'what the fuck are you looking at?' gesture and I give him a nervous laugh and, not even bothering to turn off the water, plaster myself to the wall so I can creep past. He watches me the entire time, his suspicious eyes never leaving my own. Once I'm out, he snorts loudly and steps in all the way before yanking the shower curtain closed behind him.
 
Eeee... Yup, definitely pissed.
 
Well, you know what they say: When you've fucked up, you better suck up.
 
And I'd say I've got a lot of sucking up to do.
 
I wrap a towel around my dripping body and hastily leave the bathroom. I bounce from foot to foot outside for a minute, trying to figure out what I should do first before deciding that getting some clothes on my naked ass may be the best thing. Then a thought hits me and I slap my head hard.
 
Damn it, I forgot my clothes in the bathroom. With Riku. With the angry Riku.
 
Er...
 
I think I'll just find some others.
 
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Riku's P.O.V.
 
Sora cowers out of the shower in a wonderfully satisfying way, looking at me as if I were a hungry wolf and he a timid little rabbit.
 
Ah. There's a simple pleasure in making someone nearly piss their pants from just a look. And Sora, though he has long since surpassed me in physical power and could probably break me like a toothpick if he chose to do so, has always been, and will always be, the most affected by my glares. Hell, they're not really even glares. I just watch him with no emotion what-so-ever on my face and it freaks him out because he has no clue what I'm thinking other than knowing that it can't possibly mean anything good for him.
 
...Man we've got a fucked up relationship. I mean, what other couple has one who takes great enjoyment out of trying to intimidate the other, and then said other gets back at their jackass of a lover by beating them with a hairbrush?? It can't be healthy!
 
And yet, that's the state we're in. We have sex more often than we talk. And when we do speak, we can't seem to do it like we used to before we started dating. Not to mention that we fight so much now... For instance, just last week when we were getting ready to go to Mickey's Christmas party, we actually got into an argument over what clothes we should wear. Sora wanted to match, but I had already picked out what I wanted to wear. But instead of just telling him that and leaving it be, I had to point out that I would never let myself be caught dead in the clothing that he'd picked out. Admittedly, he did choose some hideous crap that looked like something that he'd stolen off the set of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, but still...
 
Well anyways, he had been hurt by my remark and had lashed out in turn, saying that I was way too prissy and...well then the shit hit the fan. Long story short, we ended up not talking until about a day before the party and by then we were both just really tired from avoiding each other. It's not easy to avoid someone when you live in the same apartment, eat in the same kitchen, and sleep in the same bed. I usually fell asleep and I think Sora would creep in about that time. Or maybe he actually slept on the couch the entire time. I wouldn't know, he always wakes up before me and it's usually always either the noise from the shower or a few gentle kisses that wake me up in the morning.
 
Ugh. Now I'm depressed. Dumb Sora.
 
I sigh loudly and I have to wonder if maybe we should just stop while we're ahead. What if we really start to hate each other later on and we can't even stay friends, much less lovers. That would be horrible. We've been together for so long, nearly all of our lives, and it would kill me if we drifted apart.
 
Man I hate this. I hate being insecure. I hate how complicated our relationship has become since we first got together. We used to go out on dates every Friday evening and spend the night at Sora's family's beach house; or rather, we'd stay out on the beach in front of the house the entire night. And there was a time when I would meet Sora at the door with a kiss and a hug when he came home from work. And we'd eat dinner together at the table while talking about our days, instead of silently in front of the television.
 
It's just not fair. We used to be so in love with each other...but now we really are drifting apart. I'm not sure when the last time I just threw my arms around his neck and kissed him senseless was, but it was probably a few months ago for Valentine's day.
 
I start to shiver a little as I'm lost in thought, and it's only then that I realize that the hot water has begun to run out and it's a little too cold to stay under anymore. I hastily twist the handle until the stream subsides and it's just a few lingering drips splattering on the tiles below. Satisfied with that, I reach an arm out to search out some towels. It comes up with nothing and I have to resist a moan.
 
And so my habit comes to bite me in the ass.
 
As I look around the tiny bathroom for anything that I may be able to dry off a little with, my eyes are drawn to the lump of vinyl, fluff and frill in the corner.
 
“This is all your fault,” I hiss at it, but begin to pull back the curtain so I can retrieve the soon to be soaking items when a soft knock and the opening of the door stops me. Sora peeks his head in and grins at my inquiring expression.
 
“Here,” he says as he shoulders the door open a little more and passes a stack of folded towels into my surprised arms, “I just realized that I'd grabbed the last towel, so I went and got some more from the dryer.”
 
Once you're out, I wanna help you pick out your clothes. I'm not gonna tell you where we're goin', so you're not gonna know what to wear,” he says and places a kiss onto my cheek. Before I can respond he ducks out of the room with a mysterious grin on my lips that just screams 'I'm up to no good and you can't do anything about it!'
 
I stand staring at the now closed door for a moment or two, wondering what exactly just happened.
 
We're going out somewhere? Where?? And why???
 
Maybe he's planning on—no. I shake my head vigorously to snap myself out of that thinking. I refuse to get my hopes up when we're probably just going to go visit Kairi or one of the guys.
 
Muttering under my breath about a certain blue-eyed brunette and his annoying...ness, I clamor out of the shower fully, having wrapped the towels around myself while I thought. I take a look at myself in the mirror quickly decide that I need to at least brush out the tangles before I leave the bathroom. I look around on the counter and floor for my lost pick—because there's no way in hell that I'm using that accursed hairbrush ever again—and find it under a pile of clothes on the counter that look suspiciously like Sora's. I wonder why they're in here briefly before suddenly feeling a little ashamed. I bet that he brought them in here but in his haste to get the hell away from me, he left them.
 
Damn it, this sucks. We need to talk and get all this shit sorted out.
 
I nod to myself, steeling myself for that talk, as I run the pick through my wet locks a few times to detangle them a bit before combing them back into a ponytail at the base of my neck.
 
Facing the door, I take a deep breath before grabbing the handle and opening it with determination. I have to remember to be calm. If I'm not calm, then he's going to think he needs to run.
 
Must. Be. Calm.
 
The sight that greets me is a little surprising. The various articles of clothing that had previously cluttered the floor have since been picked up. The bed is made, the blue sheets I can see hanging out from below the bedspread, a dark contrast to the soiled white ones that were on there before I went to join Sora in the bathroom. And, I note with some relief, the dresser is no longer blocking the doorway, but instead standing against the wall where it should be.
 
And Sora, surveying his handiwork with pride from his position leaning against the wall, is dressed in some black slacks—since when did he own any of those???—and a form-fitting black sweater. A simple white belt makes an attractive contrast to the rest of his black outfit while the equally simple silver crown and chain necklace that he always seems to wear finishes the look nicely.
 
“You look good,” I say dumbly, not sure what else to say.
 
He grins and pushes away from his spot on the wall to stalk closer to me. I unconsciously take a step back but catch myself before I can do it again. Sora spots the move and his grin gets wider, though he doesn't stop coming at me. Instead, he bends his head to the side and takes my lips with his as he keeps on walking, his body forcing mine to either move backwards or get run over. I hit the wall just as I begin to kiss back and he shoves one knee between my own while bringing a hand up to skim along the area just under my ribs.
 
He pulls back after a minute, far too soon by my estimations, and just leans his forehead against mine and locks his blue eyes to my green as he licks his grinning lips.
 
“And you, baby, are the hottest thing on two legs,” he pulls back and winks at me, “But enough of that already. Come on. We need to get you dressed.”
 
With that he grabs my hand and leads me into the closet. I'm still out of it because of the atmosphere's fast change from seductive and me thinking that I was about to get fucked into the wall...to happy and chipper as Sora jabbers on about being sorry and wanting to make it up to me.
 
—Wait a second. He's apologizing for last night? That's what all this is about??
 
Wow, that really makes me feel like an ass; I thought he didn't care.
 
I watch him curiously as he rustles through my side of the closet, still talking a mile a minute, but this new bit of insight making me look at him in an entirely different light while bringing one rather interesting question to mind. A question that I would very much like to know the answer to: When exactly did he realize my discomfort with what we were doing?
 
Depending on the answer, my knees may or may not become reacquainted with his crotch.
 
...Or at least that's what I'd like to say, but I think I'm gonna have to cut back on the violence. Hm... Glaring him into next week isn't out of the question though is it?? I mean, shouldn't I take this one step at a time and not wear myself out with all these new restrictions?? Right??
 
“Riku? Earth to Riku; anybody alive in there?” Sora's amused voice and a light knocking on the side of my head snaps me back to reality and I glare at him to cover up my mild embarrassment at being caught off-guard.
 
Annoyingly, Sora snickers, but otherwise ignores me in favor of presenting his choices.
 
“Okay,” the brunette clears his throat and suddenly seems all business as he lifts both arms to show me the articles of clothing draped over them. Both arms are loaded full. I immediately spot a flash of red leather pants and I almost sigh. This is gonna be one hell of a ride trying to keep my temper down.
 
“I wasn't sure what to do about underwear though,” Sora says as he shuffles me out of the closet, “Most of your nice pants are pretty damn tight—not that I'm complaining or anything, but still. Do you go commando at all of Kairi's fancy parties or do you wear thongs there too, my kinky little Riku-babe?” He give me an exaggerated wink and laughs loudly at my expense.
 
“.......”
 
Must. Not. Murder. Him.
 
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And so we come to the end of yet another chapter. I was surprised when this started coming out with a bit more plot to it. I had originally intended it to be a little cesspool of uke-Riku smut and nothing more. (shrugs) But it looks like, once again, my writing has taken on a mind of it's own and is running out of control. I should probably take off the thingy that says 'Complete' so that it doesn't throw people... I probably already have made a couple of people wonder what the hell is going on. I mean, this started as a simple one-shot and now it's got three chapters and I've still got some ideas for future use. Don't worry though, there will be more uke-Riku smut later on. Right now I'm just having fun. I love the way my little muffins interact. They're just so spunky!
 
As for plot, I have an idea of where this is going, but even I'm not entirely sure. Sora and Riku are the true authors of this thing after all.