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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kingdom_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Riku/Sora_(Kingdom_Hearts), Riku_&_Sora, Sora_&_Riku
  Character:
      Sora_(Kingdom_Hearts), Riku_(Kingdom_Hearts), Xehenort_(mention)
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Post_DDD, Fluff_and_Smut, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-23 Words: 2894
****** Night Comfort ******
by HarlequinNights0
Summary
     Sora and Riku return from their Mark of Mastery exam with a new set
     of fears. Darkness seeps inside Sora within his dream. Will the boy
     who chose the road to dawn be able to help?
Notes
     (This is my first fic posting... Be kind..!)
“Riku...”
“Your heart will sleep forever in the folds of darkness. And your body will be
another vessel for me. So light gives way to darkness. Good night, Sora.”
“Not again… Please. Some...one…” Sora grumbled under his breath, eyes still
closed. His nightmares of fading into the darkness just wouldn’t leave him.
His body shook, head thrashing about. “Help…” he whispered.
RIku sat up in his bed. His eyes scanned the shared room with his best friend
urgently. “So...ra? Are you alright?” his voice small, unsure if he really
heard anything or if it was still in his sleep. He looked towards the boy in
the bed next to his, head moving side to side, eyes smashed tightly closed.
Riku sprung up, knowing full well the fear of nightmares of the darkness.
Gently, he placed a hand on each of Sora’s shoulders, giving him the softest
shake. “Sora… Sora! I’m here, Sora, I’m here. Wake up!”
Sora frightened awake, his eyes blown wide as the fear swept him. “Not the
dark, please. Not the dark!” he squealed, shoving his face into his palms. Riku
turned on the bedside lamp, a light not bright enough to hurt their sleep
filled eyes, but to gently illuminate the room. He stood next to the bed, his
friend shivering and sweat pooling on his forehead. “Hang on, I’ll go get you
some water.”
Riku moved quickly to the bathroom to retrieve a glass by the sink, filling it
with cold water from the faucet. His eyes met his own in the mirror, his hand
reaching up to flatten his bedhead. Full glass in hand, he walked back to the
bed, where Sora was still sniveling into his palms.
“Are you alright, Sora? … Drink some water. You’re ok here with me, I promise.”
He gently rested a hand on Soras that covered his face. The sudden touch
startled him, shrinking back from the boy on his bed. Immediately regretting
his movement, he reached back out to take the glass. The cool glass fogged in
his still hot hands, taking a small sip.
“Ri-Riku...”
“Sora, what happened?” Riku leaned in closer. “What did you see?”
“Xehanort.” Sora whispered. “He wants me to become a vessel still. I can see
him coming after me again. It won’t stop.” His eyes full of tears began to drip
down his cheeks. “I’m scared of the darkness, Riku.”
RIku looked away, almost ashamed. He was that darkness himself once, allowing
it to completely overtake his body and mind. His ability to hang on to his
light rested in this boy in front of him. So small, so bright. “When did Sora
get so thin? How many weeks has it been now? Did he eat dinner, I can’t
remember.” Riku pondered silently to himself. Without thinking, his hand rested
onto Sora’s, grabbing it tightly in his palm.
“I know you are. But you’re the light, Sora. It’s you that will save us all.
But I will be right there, I promise. I’ll always be right here. Just for you.”
His eyes finally meet the weeping blue. A soft blush warms his cheeks, hoping
the light isn’t bright enough for him to notice. “I told you before. You saved
me. So I’m indebted to you.” A soft fingertip retrieves a lone tear and wipes
it away.
Sora sheepishly looks away, unable to keep eye contact any more. The boy on his
bed was his reason to keep going so often, searching endlessly. But here they
are. Together at last. But the words he so desperately wishes to say out loud
escape him. How he longed for Riku during their time apart. He just wanted to
be by his side again. His hand on his was so warm. Soft. “I wonder what he rest
of him feels like.” Sora blushed. Where did that come? It’s Riku! His best
friend! “Who is looking so concerned for me, it’s making my heart pound.”
“Well… if you’re feeling better, we should probably try to go back to sleep.”
Riku motioned to stand as Sora leaned forward to set the cup on the nightstand
and grasp the boy’s wrist tightly with both hands.
“Wait… please don’t go.” Sora managed to slip out, barely audible. Riku looked
from the grip on his wrist to the blushing boy’s firmly closed eyes, his head
slightly bowed. ”Please, will you lay with me? I don’t want to sleep alone.”
Riku gasped, eyes stunned wide. What was he asking? Does his really want me to
lay in his bed? “Ok.” He agreed before the nerves in him died. Sora lifted the
thin sheet for Riku to slide in next to him. It was a little uncomfortable, but
being so close to Sora made it worth it. They lie still for a moment, side by
side, eyes planted on the ceiling. It was Riku who turned first, but Sora was
the first to speak.
“I have been so terrified of losing you to the darkness, I think that’s why
fading myself scares me so much.” Riku glanced wide eyed at the boy, unsure how
to respond. “Can I lay on your chest, Riku?”
Blushing, his arms slide around the small brunette. His hair tickled his chin,
his eyes close slowly, trying to breathe as normal as he can. Soras ear lies
above Rikus pounding heartbeat, signaling him of his nervousness. “Are you ok,
Riku? Your heart’s beating so fast.”
Clearing his throat, he tries to come up with the right words. His mouth goes
dry as he musters “I’ve always wanted to lay like this with you.” A hand smacks
over his eyes, “Could I sound more lame?” he thinks to himself.
Sora lifts his head to look back at him, seeing the blush on his cheeks. “Riku…
Riku, can I kiss you?”
Riku’s hand lifts from his eyes as he looks down at the star eyed boy on his
chest. His first instinct, if he’s being honest, is to run. He had committed
himself to Sora long ago, watching over his slumber. To always be by his side,
to shadow behind his light. Just being this close to heaven was more than he
ever felt to deserve. There was no way this was true. Riku gently pushed Sora
off him so he could sit up, leaning his back against the wooden headboard. Sora
watched him intently, hoping he wasn’t going to leave. Just as he was looking
down in defeat, a hand shakily took his cheek, guiding his face to Riku’s lips.
Warm, like a sip of hot tea on a cold morning. Their lips didn’t move, their
eyes locked onto each other. They just stayed connected for 4, maybe 5 seconds.
Letting go first, Riku backed away, unsure what to do with his hands. “Sora, I-
“ his words instantly cut off by lips on his again. This time, they kissed for
real. Lips interlocking like cogs of a clock, perfectly meshing together. A
timid tongue licked between their lips, Sora feeling bold. Riku couldn’t decide
if he was dead or dreaming, the simple idea of Sora kissing him was almost too
much to bear. Lost in the sensations of his mouth on his, he barely noticed
Sora had crawled into his lap, arms draped around his shoulders.
As they part to catch their breath, unsteady and glossy eyes meet. A soft smile
overtook Sora’s mouth. “Wow, I have wanted to do that for so long.” He
whispered, leaning in to place his forehead on Riku’s. Riku placed a hand on
Sora’s hip, running his other up his spine, ending at the back of his head,
forcing him back down to kiss again. This one was much more desperate, both
tongues licking at each other, the heat between them rising.
Sora ground his hips downward onto the bulge in Riku’s boxers subconsciously.
Hands begin slow trails on each other, Riku’s along Sora’s back, Sora’s along
Riku’s chest. Sora fingers reached the bottom of Riku’s shirt, sliding it up
over his head. The brunette tossed the shirt to the side as he pulled away from
the closeness they were sharing to pull his own from his body. His eyes dropped
to the chest heaving in front of him, the strong muscles rippled across it.
Suddenly self-conscious, arms crossed over himself to hide his not as well-
developed body. The air swiftly changed between them, slowing to a pause.
Riku eyed him curiously. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”
“N-no no. I. Uh. Well. I guess I’m not exactly much to look at, am I?” he
blurted, with a sad chuckle.
“Sora. Look at me. Please.” The silver haired boy reached for the brunette in
his lap, a hand to his cheek. A kiss, for reassurance. “You are the most
beautiful creature I’ve ever met. I can’t believe a wretch like me is even
allowed to touch you like this without burning. But Sora, see… I am burning.
I’m on fire, I need you. Cool me with your light. Your love.”
All unsure feelings disappeared from Sora’s mind. His arms wrapped around the
man in front of him, lips meeting once again. “Love… you.” He whispered between
lips.
Riku opened his eyes and pulled back. A feeling of doubt echoed in the back of
his skull. “I wonder if he truly does, or if he’s looking to hide from his
darkness in mine…” a tongue encompassed one of his nipples, dragging him from
his thoughts. A shiver went down his spine as the brunette suckled slowly, a
hand finding the other, squeezing it between fingers. “A-ah. S…Sora. Nnft.” He
hummed in his throat. Just as he thought, Sora cooled his soul. Licking bit by
bit, lower and lower. Gently delving into his navel, fluttering against his hip
bones as fingers tug the elastic waist of his boxers down, down, down, until
off his body completely.
Now was Riku’s time to feel self-conscious, being completely bare in front of
the one he loves. His cock had gotten so swollen, it was red and weeping at the
tip. Sora eyed it curiously, taking it gently into his hand. Salt, he thought
as he licked the tip. He watched the boy close his eyes tight, letting out all
his breath. Sora smiled to himself and took his time. Licking from the tip of
Riku’s cock down to the base, letting his saliva leave trails across it. Eyes
peered down to him as he looked up.
“S-s-Sora, please!” Riku gasped, biting into a fist in his mouth. Sora grinned
wide before sucking his length deep into his mouth. The slurping sound was
enough to send Riku over the edge right there. Well. Almost.
As Sora bobbed up and down slowly, sucking down more of him every time, Riku
couldn’t contain a low moan that slipped between his lips. A hiss shortly
followed when fingers slid up the underside of his ball sack, fondling gently
in his palm. “F-fuck, Sora. I won’t last like this.”
Sora looks up, eyeing the boy squirm beneath his ministrations. He lets go of
Riku’s swollen cock with a pop and begins his ascent, kissing up his faintly
damp skin to meet with lips once more. The kiss is soft, but more desperate
from Riku’s side. His hands glide down Sora’s back, tugging his boxer away,
finally feeling Sora’s length press against his thigh. He grabs hold of his
arms next and flip them over, so he was in the dominate position on top. He
immediately bit into Sora’s soft skin of his neck, sucking to leave his mark.
Hands pin him to the bed as Sora squirms against him.
“I love you, Riku.” He says straight into his ear, hoping to illicit an answer
this time.
Feeling the sadness in his words, Riku pulled back to look Sora in the eye. “I
love you, my light.” He nuzzles his cheek before kissing it, making Sora glow.
Their lips meet again, building in tempo. Riku reaches down to grasp onto the
cock rubbing his belly. Slowly, his hand glides up and down its length, using
its weeping head to lubricate his fingers. Sora gasps softly into his mouth,
letting Riku lick his lip, before giving it a gentle bite. When Sora reaches
for his, he pulls away, knowing he can’t risk an orgasm yet. He leans in to
bite Sora’s neck again, before leaning down farther to bring a small, pink
nipple between his teeth. He nibbles at one, sucking it hard, and moves to the
second, while tugging Sora’s cock quicker. A moan fell from Sora’s lips, his
breath becoming more of pants.
Riku released the cock in his hand so he can climb further down Sora’s body to
meet his length with his own lips. Licking mimicking Sora, he licked the shaft
gently up and down, causing the brunette a similar strain he caused him. Sora
watched his head bob up and down the shaft of his cock with intensity. “R-Riku…
I want you… inside…” he mustered, quieter than he meant to.
Emerald eyes met the sea, a rose color appearing on their cheeks. Riku released
Sora’s cock from his lips, putting in his finger instead to lick it damp. He
pulled himself from the comfort between Sora’s thighs and up to meet his cheek
to his. The hand with the wet finger slid painfully slow down Sora’s body,
across his length to tease just a little, before finding its place in his tight
hole. Riku slid the finger in gently, hoping it wouldn’t hurt.
Sora pulled his legs up to his chest to hold while Riku finger fucked him slow,
stretching him. Riku wondered if this would be enough before Sora whispered
between pants “I need more… Drawer. Nightstand.” Riku withdrew, wiping his hand
haphazardly on the bed before leaning over to the bedside table and pulling the
drawer tab to see a small bottle of lubricant. He smirked as he pulled it from
its spot and squirted some into his hand. “I just hoped. I didn’t assume.” Sora
stammered, hoping the boy would understand.
Fingers properly lubricated, 2 slide into the tight hole instead of one. Sora
moaned softly under his breath as Riku pushed in and out, panting at just the
sight of it. His cock was weeping onto Sora’s hip, desperate to be inside.
Feeling brave, he slips in a third. Sora whimpers, feeling himself being
stretched for entrance.
“I-I need you, R-Riku.” Sora slips from his mouth, panting. Riku looks at the
boy, giving him another deep kiss. Adding more lube to his hand, he shifts to
place his body between his loves thighs, and begins to rub himself. A whimper
falls from Sora as he watched him, tugging himself gently while lubricating. He
leans in, placing his cock at the brunette’s entrance. “Riku…”
Gently, he pressed himself to the hilt. Sora lets out a harsh moan, feeling
himself be filled to the brim. A beat, letting them both just… feel.
“Riku… fuck, R-Riku, please!” Sora whispers, urging his love to move.
Riku finally takes a deep breath before pulling back, till just the tip of his
cock is still inside. The sheer tightness of Sora’s ass is sublime. Almost
unbearably tight. His gazes finally comes back to focus on the boy beneath him,
begging him to move. He slides back in, as deep as he can, before leaning down
to meet lips. Licking softly across his lips before entering his mouth, his
body leans into Sora closer, careful to stay inside him. He rocks slowly in and
out, maintaining their kiss as Sora’s breath strains between.
Hips meeting hips, the speed increases as Riku pulls away from the kiss.
Bracing his hands on either side of Sora’s head, his breath hitches. The
tightness is so much, too much. He focuses his eyes on Sora’s closed ones,
moaning low as he hits his prostate repeatedly. “R-r-r-Riku, fuck, fuck, fill
me. Please!” The desperate sound of his voice in that finally word made Riku
build up his speed, slamming them together. Riku opened his eyes to see Sora
jerking himself to the beat of their coupling, panting and moaning, begging for
release.
Seeing him this way made something snap inside Riku. Just then, his pounding
slowed as he let out a loud moan, spilling his load deep into Sora’s ass. The
sound of Riku’s orgasms moan was enough to tilt Sora off the edge, as he too,
released ribbons of cum onto his own stomach. Their breathing matched in a
ragged pant, gazing into either other’s eyes.
Riku pulled out slowly, before stepping off the bed to go wash himself off.
When he returned, he ran the towel he use to dry himself gingerly over Sora’s
belly, cleaning him. He gave him a final wipe before dropping the towel onto
their pile of clothes on the floor, retreating back into the sheets of Sora’
bed.
Sora wrapped his arms around Riku as he laid his head on his chest, smiling at
the opposite position of what started it all.
“Sora… I love you.” Riku whispered, before closing his eyes sleepily. “I’m
here, Sora. I’ll protect you from the darkness.”
Sora’s hand laid atop his beau’s head, feeling himself drift in satiated bliss.
“I know you will. You’ve done it before.”
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