Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ The Perfect Computer ❯ Chapter Eighteen: The Seduction of Virgins ( Chapter 18 )

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Th e Perfect Computer

Chapter Eighteen: The Seduction of Virgins


Sora stared at Roxas for the longest time as the blond stood in the doorway. He was virtually untouched and looked as if he were the healthiest man alive. None of the former paleness or wounds from not so long ago graced his smooth skin. And he looked to be dressed in an old Chinese white school uniform. He wore white pants, a black shirt, and a white coat with black brocade at the collar. The outfit rather fit his boyish appearance.

Roxas’ blue eyes gazed at Sora solemnly, as if he were waiting for something.

Sora stuttered. “R-Roxas, what are you doing here? Are you feeling better? Why did Leon let you go so soon? Are you sure you’re all right?”

Roxas did not say a word, but smiled and closed the door behind him.

“Roxas, you’re not speaking. Is something wrong?”

Roxas did not answer; he turned off the light and walked over to the bed.

Moonlight was all that illuminated the room now, casting each boy’s body in alluring shadows and highlights. Roxas climbed into the bed and sat down on his knees at the edge.

“Um…Roxas…what are you doing?” Sora asked.

Roxas remained silent, but his hands trailed up the front part of his body to slowly start removing his jacket from his shoulders. The material slid off smoothly and fell to the floor with a soft thud. Roxas’ hands then smoothed over the black fabric of the shirt down to his stomach, where he took the hem into his hands and began to slowly pull the shirt over his head.

Sora gulped as he began to realize Roxas was giving him a show. The boy was stripping in front of him, all the while his seductive blue eyes never leaving Sora’s. As the shirt was pulled off, Sora felt a sudden jolt in his pants, which were gradually becoming very tight. The brunet blushed as he gazed at Roxas’ bare chest. Sora could not help but stare; the flesh itself seemed to be calling his name, the pink rosy nipples just begging to be touched. Of course he had glimpsed Roxas’ chest before but now it was different, the situation had more…meaning.

Sora hadn’t even realized how close Roxas had gotten until the blond was practically in his lap, caressing his cheek. Sora sighed at the touch but tried to protest. “Roxas, you just…got out of surgery or…whatever. Do you really think we should be doing this?”

Roxas only came closer. Their lips were a breath apart; eyes were locked and filled with the same desire.

“If we don’t now, we’ll never,” Roxas whispered, before laying his mouth on his.

The kiss was blinding. Sora could only close his eyes and moan, relishing the tiny sparks of pleasure it released in his brain. Hands combed and massaged the back of his head, and Roxas’ pink tongue darted out and beckoned into Sora’s mouth to come and play. Their bodies were so close, their heat intermingling, flesh pressing.

Sora could slowly feel himself being pushed backward until his back hit the mattress. Another moan escaped Sora’s mouth before their lips parted. Roxas did not waste any time and turned his attention to Sora’s neck and collarbone, gently coaxing the skin with his wet tongue. Sora gasped and arched his body at the touch.

“Roxas…are you sure?” Sora whispered. “You do know what this means, right?”

Roxas stopped his ministrations and fixed Sora with a hard stare. “Sora, I’ve known it, processed it, and acted on it. Fact is, you could have had me the first day we met. I’ve waited patiently as long as I could but I’m not waiting any longer. I’m going to make love to you whether you like it or not.”

Sora blinked at this statement, then smiled. “Who said I wouldn’t like it?”

With a playful simper, Sora wrapped his arms around Roxas’ chest and flipped their positions. With one arm raised on either side of Roxas’ head, Sora gazed down at him, grinning with delight. “Roxas, I love you. And I’ll do it all night, if that’s what you wish.” He moved his leg between Roxas’ thighs to prove his point.

The blond gasped immediately and covered it with a moan. His hips swayed as to stimulate the friction further. “Yes, anything, just as long as it’s you fucking me finally.”

Sora raised a brow. “Fucking?”

Roxas groaned. “Oh, skip the formalities and do me!” To emphasize his statement, Roxas dragged the brunet’s mouth in for a searing kiss, which Sora wholeheartedly accepted.

Their bodies moved against each other’s as they kissed, necked, and left proof of their actions on each other’s skin. Sora’s hands trailed up and down Roxas’ body, following every curve and dip, memorizing every indentation. His mouth traveled down his chest, his lips feasting on moist, salty skin. He paused as his lips came to one of the twin peaked buds. His eyes were transfixed, and he found himself becoming rather curious about them.

“Roxas?” Sora whispered.

“Yes?” the blond practically sighed.

“I think we’re in trouble.”

“Why?”

“I think I may have developed a nipple fetish,” Sora explained, before running his tongue over the small circle of skin.

Roxas’ reaction was immediate as the blond arched his back, his breath hitched, and his hands slid up to cup the back of Sora’s head.

Sora held back the giggle that wanted to escape. Then a thought came to the brunet–if Roxas had liked his nipple being touched…Sora’s eyes darted downward and back up again. If Roxas had liked that, what would the blond feel if he touched…down there?

Sora blushed at even the thought, then shook himself. He was not a giddy schoolgirl; he knew what was down there. He knew what it looked like. It was just he had never touched one that was not his own.

Ignoring his bashfulness, Sora gently lifted one of his hands and dragged it across Roxas’ skin. His fingers rose, then dipped right before his flat stomach, then dipped again before teasing the waistline of the pants. Unconsciously, Sora’s blush grew from soft pink to bright magenta.

The fingers toyed, tapping the skin beneath them before finally finding the courage to dive inside. Inside was warm, and soft was the underwear that they slinked on. They paused when they encountered something hot and rather hard, yet slightly malleable. Then, as if deciding to throw caution to the wind, the fingers seized what they had discovered and began stroking against it.

Roxas’ breathing all but stopped. Then, a soft and brief sigh–but obviously Roxas was trying to keep something in. Sora raised his head and looked from where he could see his hand moving under the pants’ fabric to Roxas’ face.

The blond’s cheeks were a bright pink, and one hand went to cover his mouth. He gazed at Sora in half-surprise and utter pleasure. Sora arched a brow and looked back, then he lightly ran his index finger over what he knew was the most sensitized area of the male reproductive anatomy.

Roxas’ body twitched, he released his mouth and nearly growled. “Sora…no, don’t.”

Sora returned his attention back to the nipple, where he blew on the sensitive nub. Roxas’ head slung back and a loud moan escaped from him. Sora chuckled and smirked. “Why, Roxas. You never told me your nipples were so sensitive–” He leaned his head down and ran his tongue over the responsive blossom, “–and so tempting.”

Roxas’ body was shivering all over; small mewls escaped as his hands pressed against the bedsheets. “It‘s not the nipple…Oh, God…Sora, you…have to stop…you don‘t know what you‘re…ohh!” A loud moan consumed the sentence.

“Oh, I believe I do,” Sora purred, running his tongue over Roxas’ nipple in time with his hand, which was massaging and moving in a back and forth-type pattern.

Roxas’ hips rose and pushed against the hand, rubbing slightly. Roxas’ whole body seemed to be tightening up; his hands were becoming clenched iron fists. “No, Sora…please…I’m…I’m–”

Be fore Roxas could finish his sentence, Sora lightly bit down on one nipple and applied a tighter grip with his hand. Roxas’ body went very still, except for a few slight shivers, and a startled gasp followed by a breathless sigh escaped his mouth. He nearly went limp in Sora’s arms, his strained body warm and almost weary. Sora allowed himself to slip away, to allow Roxas to lie on his side against the sheets as he panted, gaining back his strength.

Sora smiled as he leaned backward to rest on his bottom. He gazed down at Roxas, at the beauty sprawled out in front of him. His arms lay limply together in front of him, his head lying to one side, exposing his neck. His bare chest was lightly dampened with sweat, and his smooth stomach exposed as it rose and fell with breathing. Sora’s eyes traveled to the pants and shoes. The white pants were tight and crumpled around his bent legs. A definite wet spot across the crotch was starting to show through.

Sora shook his head and wiped his hand on the sheets before he outstretched both hands to assist with the pants. He unbuckled the belt and let it slide off the bed, then undid the button and zipper in the pants before moving to the shoes and removing them. After rolling Roxas over on his back, he took a hold of a belt loop on either side of the pants and roughly yanked them down to Roxas’ knees, then gently slid them all the way off.

All the while, Roxas watched his ministrations with glazed eyes and a delighted smile. His body was filled with warmth and joy…not to mention fulfillment. He understood that the real part of their intercourse was about to come, but he couldn’t help but bask in the glow of his first orgasm.

Sora touching his nipples in that way had nearly sent him begging for more. He had had no idea his chest and nipples were so sensitive, and if what Sora said was true–that he truly did have a nipple fetish–Roxas only beamed as the images of possibilities played through his mind. His hands leisurely traveled up his stomach to his chest were he grazed the pink buds himself, invoking a response from his own body.

As Sora concentrated on the shoes, Roxas in turn gazed at him. He ogled him, rather, as his eyes trailed up and down the brunet’s body. Starting at his unruly hair, down to his boyish face, then his slim chest that was flawless and hairless, then his flat stomach that rippled enticingly, and then his pajama pants. Roxas couldn’t hide the smirk that crossed his face as he saw the obvious crest right between Sora’s outstretched thighs.

Sora tossed the sneakers behind him as he leaned forward on his arms to gaze at Roxas again. Seeing the blond’s devilish smirk as he gently rubbed his own nipples had Sora’s cheeks shining crimson as he asked, “What is it? Is something amusing?”

“Hm? Oh, no…it’s nothing.” Roxas smiled.

Sora’s brows furrowed in confusion. Nothing? the brunet reiterated in his mind. Nothing? It can’t be nothing. If it were nothing, then he wouldn’t be smirking and touching himself. Is he…pleasuring himself?

This thought seemed to make his already raising erection twitch. Sora gulped. If he’s…pleasuring himself…then…was I no good? Was the whole nipple and hand thing really not turning him on as I thought?

Sora ran over each idea in his mind. Did Roxas fake the orgasm? He had heard in health class that half of the girls on those porn videos Riku sometimes tricked him into seeing were always faking it, so if girls could do it, maybe guys could too? But then again, could guys fake an ejaculation?

Sora glanced down at Roxas’ dark blue briefs. The wet stain on the crotch was definitely not fake. Sora considered it further. It could have been a pity orgasm…but did that really even exist?

It was then that Sora remembered he was a virgin and had never had sex before. He had seen it done on videos and heard about it, but had never really had the opportunity of doing it himself. His cheeks grew pink once more as he considered his position. He had never been with anyone, so he truly did not know how sex was supposed to go, let alone how sex with another man was supposed to play out.

He gulped and gazed at Roxas with uncertain eyes. From Roxas’ reactions he seemed to be doing acceptably, but now he found himself worrying about Roxas’ satisfaction. What if he wasn’t any good and Roxas–another thought struck Sora.

Roxas was a virgin too, from what he knew, and he was sure having first-time sex with a male virgin was a lot different from having first-time sex with a female virgin. For one, women came pre-equipped, and men technically had something as well, but it was not made for that. His worry increased as the truth dawned on him. This was going to hurt Roxas.

Sora found himself panicking. He didn’t want to hurt Roxas, this being their first time and all, but he didn’t want to stop either. He could tell Roxas about his worries, but that would only kill the mood. And besides, this was supposed to be a romantic thing, a time when two bodies came together and–

“Sora?”

Roxas’ voice pierced Sora’s thinking process. “Huh, yes?”

“Are you okay? You look like you’re about to faint,” Roxas soothed. He leaned up to cup Sora’s face in his hands.

Sora shook his head. “I’m fine, I’m just…worried, that’s all.”

“Worried? You were making love to me like some kind of…tempting seducer, and now you’re worried?” Roxas asked with a baffled expression.

Sora blushed, realizing how childish he was being. “I just…I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me? Sora, I don’t think there’s a chance of that happening. You’ve already made me come once, you’re already past the finish line.”

That paused Sora’s thought for a moment and had him genuinely puzzled.

Roxas shook his head and explained with a smile. “The main goal during sex is not the completion of the sex, but the completion of the two or more individuals. The goal is to have each partner reach their satisfaction at least once. If one partner does not reach his or her satisfaction, then the sex has not necessarily failed, per se, but it does leave the unsatisfied partner a little disgruntled. But that’s beside the point. You, Sora, have already made me orgasm once, there is no need for you to be fearful.”

Sora nodded at Roxas’ words. The blond always had a way of explaining things so he could understand them. So, he didn’t have to worry about how he performed in bed after all. He grinned at that, enjoying the feeling of love that welled up inside him once more. However, the feeling of dread on the other matter…

“Roxas.”

“Yes?”

“Um…are you sure you want to do this? You do know what this means, right?”

“Sora, I answered this question earlier.”

“No, no,” Sora protested. “I mean…what this…really means.” His hands slid forward to grasp his partner’s, gently gripping them.

Roxas’ face was confused for a fraction of a second before his eyes widened in understanding. He smiled, in a state of self-consciousness. “Y-yes, Sora…I know what this means we have to do.”

“And…you still want to do it?”

Roxas’ cheeks turned a soft pink and his eyes rose from the bedsheets to look into Sora’s. “Yes…I’m willing to go through this, if it means that I’ll finally be yours and we’ll finally be together in a way that’s not just physical.”

Sora was speechless. Truthfully, he did not know what to say “I…I…”

Roxas leaned forward and cupped Sora’s face in his hands. “I would go through anything, do anything, if you were the reward I would receive.”

Sora face burned. He didn’t know what to make of Roxas’ answer. He didn’t know whether to say something so deeply moving back, or if he should just simply say ‘thank you’. Yet it didn’t really matter, because in his stammering, Sora merely returned the conversation back to his fear of what Roxas had said earlier.

“That’s good. But then why did you say before it was ‘nothing’?”

Roxas’ face fell from loving to dumbfounded. “What?”

“Um, earlier you said it was nothing. What was it…truly?”

Now it was Roxas’ turn to blush, and the blond’s embarrassment only excited Sora.

“I was…staring at your erection and wondering about it.”

“My penis?” Sora looked down at the bulged fabric of the pajamas and pulled back the waistband to peer inside. “What about it?” he asked, his expression and posture much like a child’s.

Roxas shook his head and briefly laughed. “Lean back. I’ll show you exactly what I was wondering.” There was a mischievous grin was on the blond’s face, and Sora found himself fidgeting in anticipation.

Roxas’ hands gently ran over the tented black fabric, teasing the already excited flesh further. His fingers gently probed, pushed and molded, trying to get a feel of the size before they released him.

Sora moaned and pushed upward toward the hesitant fingers. Roxas’ hands slowly pulled back the elastic waistband and gently pulled it down until it gathered around his knees. He gazed at the aroused organ in front of him and trailed a lone finger up and down the dusky pink skin. Sora gasped and turned his head to one side, his blue eyes glazed over.

Roxas giggled. “Do you like that?”

“Y…yes,” Sora moaned.

“Then how do you like this?” Roxas purred before lifting Sora’s member in his grasp and engulfing the head in his mouth, allowing his tongue to press across the small slit.

Sora’s mouth opened in a silent cry of ultimate pleasure. His hands seized Roxas’ head and pushed against it. “Roxas…oh God…is this what you felt like?”

Roxas didn’t answer, but ran his tongue over the head a few more times before beginning a slight sucking motion.

Sora’s eyes brimmed with tears and he took in uneven breaths. The heat growing in his loins was increasing, and the pleasure flowing through his nerves was almost mind-blowing. Sora shook his head, trying to pull his mind from the red sea of passion. He leaned upward and pulled Roxas’ head away from him.

The blond stopped and gazed up at Sora, his face worried and small dots of pre-cum gradually sliding down his bottom lip. Sora smiled comfortingly and leaned forward, licking the pre-cum off with his tongue.

Roxas gasped and moaned as Sora’s tongue trailed over his chin and then down his neck. He arched his neck as much he could, exposing all his flesh, only to have the tongue retreat. “Sora?” Roxas whined in protest.

“On your back, or doggy-style?”

Roxas sobered and blinked at his lover. “What?”

Sora blushed. “I know vaguely how sex is to be done. But I’ve always heard that those are the two main positions for it…so which do you want?”

Roxas struggled with the question. If we do it doggy-style…

The blond shook his head. “From the front. I want you to kiss me and hold me while you thrust. I want to look into your eyes. I want you imprinted into my memory so I won’t forget.”

Sora smiled and crawled forward, moving Roxas onto his back and attacking his neck with kisses and suckles. Then he pushed his legs apart and placed a pillow under his bottom. He had read in a book once that if you placed a pillow under the submissive partner it was easier to find…something, Sora really couldn’t remember what it was.

Roxas moaned into his other’s ear as he could feel his underwear being slowly pulled off. “Please, Sora, I’m ready. Please,” he whined.

Sora smiled weakly, still really not convinced that Roxas knew what awaited him. Sora looked down at the entrance and then back at Roxas. “Um…shouldn’t we use…something to make it easier?”

Roxas blinked through glazed eyes before saying, “Do you have an lubricant, like warming gel?”

Looking around his room awkwardly, Sora opened his bedside drawer and retrieved a bottle of tropical-smelling lotion. “Will this work?”

Roxas only nodded his head rapidly. Sora shook the tube and slathered a generous helping on his first finger before gently bringing it towards Roxas, rubbing around the tight ring before slowly inserting it inside.

Roxas’ body tightened around Sora’s finger instinctively and the blond’s face winced in pain.

“Roxas?” Sora asked.

“I’m fine, just…wasn’t expecting it to be that cold. Keep going.”

Sora’s gaze was doubtful, but he nodded and slowly inserted a second finger. Another twitch on Roxas’ face, but the blond made no plea for Sora to halt. After a few moments of Sora doing a gentle thrusting and twisting of his fingers, he added a third one. Roxas’ expression looked pink and pleasured, as if the tweaking pain from earlier was gone.

“Sora, I’m okay, really,” Roxas moaned. His hands reached out and touched Sora’s stomach and grazed his chest. “Please, I can’t wait any longer.”

The brunet gulped, unable to deny those pleading blue eyes that looked at him so adoringly. He nodded. “Okay, but spread your legs a little wider, it might hurt less.” Roxas merely nodded and did as was asked.

Sora squeezed the tube of lotion once more, this time to his own erection. He shivered at the gel’s coldness. Feeling a little impatient for what was about to happen, Sora grinned down at Roxas and began talking in the sexiest voice he could muster. “Tell me Roxas–what do you want me to do?” Sora teased.

Roxas took in a breath and whispered. “I want you to fuck me.”

Sora shivered at the words. The profanity seemed to add a sizzle to their passionate heat.

“Where?”

Roxas blushed and looked to the side. “Sora, please…”

Sora chuckled and tenderly guided his erection at Roxas’ entrance, pushing teasingly. “Is this where, Roxas?”

Roxas gasped at the coldness but nodded rapidly. “Y-yes.”

Sora smiled, and gently a steady hand helped his penis ease into the tight ring of muscles. His other hand wrapped around one of Roxas’ knees to also steady him. When all of the tip was almost inside Sora found himself closing his eyes as he began to feel the intense heat. He grunted as he pushed in more, wanting to feel that feeling–

“Sora, stop!”

His eyes flew open and Sora halted everything he was doing, he didn’t even breathe. The young boy looked down at the blond beneath him. Roxas had his body turned slightly sideways, his hands fisted into the pillow beneath him, and his eyes were squeezed shut with crystal tears at their brim.

Sora nearly lost his want to continue, it was obviously hurting Roxas a great deal. Gulping he started to pull away only to have Roxas’ hand grab his arm.

“No, no…don’t leave. It’s okay, just…I just need time to adjust is all. Just…give–”

His words died as Sora vigilantly, without causing more pain, leaned over and kissed the blond’s quivering lips. “I’ll wait as long as you need,” Sora said simply.

Roxas nodded, and did exactly as Sora said.

After about five minutes, the blond had given Sora the okay to enter further, and after about three more moments of silence and attentive kisses, Sora asked…

“Does it hurt?”

“Yeah, a little, but not as much as before. But I think I’m okay, we can start.”

Sora nodded and began to withdraw slowly, waiting a minute for Roxas to get adjusted after he was fully withdrawn. Then he slid back in and then out again. Out and in, out and in. Each thrust brought a delicious mewl or response from Roxas. At Roxas’ cries for more Sora obliged, increasing his thrusts in either speed or strength depending on his partner’s outburst.

Sora, with each thrust of his reaching deep inside Roxas, wanted to scream in pleasure. Roxas, the way he felt from the inside…it was all absolutely amazing. It was deliciously tight, hot, and utterly slick from the lotion. It felt wonderful, and Sora’s body craved the feeling. It made him harder, made him want to go faster.

Within a few moments, both were groaning, grunting, and screaming as each of their pleasures increased. Roxas, except for his pleas for more, was actually rather silent. Sora, on the other hand, seemed to not want to stop.

“Damn, Roxas…you feel so good. You’re so tight, and hot. Oh God…it’s like heaven,” Sora moaned.

Roxas nodded and the blush on his cheeks deepened at every comment. “Sora…I…I’m…” He was cut off once again by Sora taking his erection in his hand and stroking it in time with his thrusts.

“Tell me, Roxas, what are you doing?” Sora smirked, returning to his romantic voice.

Roxas groaned at the friction he was feeling. Sora inside of him and his stroking him was too much. “I’m…making love.”

“Yes. But what else?”

“I’m...Sora!” Roxas’ body jerked as his climax neared.

Sora grunted, his peak was coming fast as well. But he wanted Roxas to answer one more thing before that time. Sora increased his thrusts but moved his hand to grip Roxas’ jewels, hitting the pressure point at the juncture.

Roxas screamed as blinding bliss overtook him, and yet his climax was robbed of him. “Sora! What are you doing?”

“From what I’ve heard you won’t be able to cum like this,” Sora panted out.

“Why?! Sora, please! I’m overflowing!” Roxas begged, tears coming to his eyes.

“All right, but tell me…my love. Who am I?”

“You’re Sora!” Roxas nearly screamed.

“And who is Sora?”

Roxas whined and let his head lull to the side. “Sora…my lover, my other, and the man who makes me whole. The man who fills me with every inch of himself…the man who is doing me right now.”

Sora smiled and released Roxas.

Their climax was magnificent. Both clung to each other as they fell over the edge together, their bodies intertwined and connected in a way more binding then just physical. Their hearts beat as one, and if you were to see them, you would not recognize where one ended and another began. As they fell to the bed together, exhausted and sated, Sora leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on Roxas’ forehead. The blond smiled and snuggled into his other’s embrace. Their chests touched, legs intertwined, and lips locked. They did not care about the sticky fluid the was subbed off on the sheet, all that existed to them was each other.

“Roxas,” Sora whispered sleepily.

“Yes?” Roxas answered, half-asleep already.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me again.”

There was a long silence before Roxas said, “I’ll never leave you entirely, Sora. But even if I do, I will return. To you I–” Roxas cut off his sentence as he saw Sora was already fast asleep. The blond rolled his eyes and chuckled , but leaned over and kissed Sora’s forehead. “To you I will always return.”

A/N: WOOO! I have to say that was the best lemon scene I have ever done that was not a one-shot. Hope you readers don’t mind the profanity all too much? This chapter took me forever, writing, revising, rewriting, and editing. But hopefully the lemon scene is to your satisfaction. I know a usual lemon scene is romanticized and all that…but I wanted to capture the real emotion behind a ‘first time’. I wanted to show the commitment, love, and the affection between the two characters as they literally give themselves to one another. Hopefully I have done that.

As always, please review and thank you for reading. The thrilling conclusion chapters of The Perfect Computer will be coming at you very soon!

~~This chapter was beta corrected by Airen and SilverDeathAngel

Riku: Roxas…Sora…why are you naked in the hot tub?

Sora: We’re relaxing our sore muscles. *whines*

Roxas: Ow, my butt! T^T.