'Under the Same Sky', Set One
Under the Same Sky
Drabble/short fiction collection
Set One
By: Saschen
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing(s): Multiple. This set - AkuRoku, MarluVexLarx, SoraRiku, PenceOlette, CloudLeon.
Rating: Up to NC-17.
Warnings: Slash relationships, coarse language, explicit and non-explicit sexual content, angst… A little bit of everything. Well, not everything ‘cause that would be impossible, but- oh, you get my meaning…
Summary: There are many worlds, but they share the same sky…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters. They are the property of Square Enix and Disney.
If you’re thinking that this might just be a glorified fic-dump, then you’d be absolutely right! ^ ^ I've just prettied it up a bit with some formatting and a severely over-used line for summary. But, nevertheless, please enjoy. :)
***
(AkuRoku)
It was a mistake bringing him here. Roxas knows that now.
“It’s been far too long, Rox,” Axel says, tongue slipping out to give the frozen treat an indulgent lick, and Roxas can’t help but watch; weirdly transfixed. Axel knows - of course he knows - and Roxas can tell in the way Axel’s eyes slide over him.
They haven’t eaten sea-salt ice cream in forever, and yet Roxas knows that Axel tastes just as good. Watching him now was just a reminder.
Axel feigns confusion. “Something you wanted?”
Roxas bows his head to hide the blush, and looks away.
***
(MarluVexLarx)
They’ve been fighting again. There’s blood staining the floor, so they must have been.
Marluxia knows very well that Larxene and Vexen will never quite get over the reality of the situation, no matter how many times they try to kill each other. Still, the fact remains; no one owns Number XI, and if he wants to keep two lovers at the same time, then he will. Regardless of what said lovers have to say on the matter.
He picks his way across the room carefully, gracefully; avoiding the debris left in the wake of what had to have been an particularly destructive encounter. There’s clothes, bits of broken furniture, all either charred or sporting a glittering coating of ice, plus a long fissure in the wall that Marluxia finds particularly difficult to decipher.
Maybe someone was slammed against it? Marluxia is willing to bet Vexen; Larxene can be vicious when she-
…?
When she is asleep, naked and draped over Vexen’s chest; the pair lying silently, the epitome of peace in the midst of utter chaos. Marluxia blinks in surprise, and draws nearer, rounding the carcass of what used to be a sofa to stare down at them.
The surprise gives way to what feels strangely like triumph.
They’re dishevelled, bruised and Vexen’s scratched in places, and they both smell of blood and sex, but Marluxia finds he doesn’t care; he crouches down next to them, and brushes gloved fingers over the bare curve of Larxene’s shoulder and along Vexen’s neck. Neither stir, not even when he bends to brush a soft kiss against each pair of lips in turn.
He settles down among the remains of the sofa cushions; a slow smile pulling at his mouth and a smug ‘I told you so’ waiting for when they awoke.
***
(SoraRiku)
Riku has a habit of running away from his problems. In fact, he runs even when he doesn’t have them - sometimes, even a look is enough to set him off. The guilt still weighs heavily on him even now; Sora understands. So he does his best to make him feel better, because he loves Riku more than anything and seeing him suffer makes Sora hurt in the same way.
That’s why, when Sora has checked all of the usual places and Riku is still nowhere to be found, he’s restless. Exhausted from running around town, but can’t stop his anxious pacing; waiting for Riku to come home.
It’s late by the time Riku slopes dejectedly in, and Sora doesn’t have to look at him to know that he’s apologetic and miserable.
“Riku,” Sora sighs in relief, “I- I looked for you-”
A pause.
Riku’s eyes are rapidly darkening, and both boys share in the sudden moment of memory and self-loathing that washes over them like a breaking wave. Sora’s certain he’s breaking somewhere inside, but there’s nothing left to do but close the gap between them and hold Riku through it.
…They’re safe now.
Sora tells himself it’s enough.
***
(PenceOlette)
Pence has never been nervous over a girl. Not over Olette anyway, but then, that’s kind of a reminder as to exactly how messy the situation could get. She’s special; in the sense that she’s his best friend above everything else. Hayner, Pence, Olette - that’s the way it’s meant to be.
And now they’re going to destroy the natural order. Pence feels a little nauseous. He tugs at his shirt collar, thinks it’s only a date and does his best to remain calm…
But then her hand is in his, and Pence somehow knows that everything will be okay.
***
(AkuRoku)
A push and - hotwettight - he’s in. Inside.
Axel’s head is spinning and he almost can’t believe it, but Roxas’ slim hips are real beneath his hands, as are his dishevelled blonde spikes and his soft groan as Axel shifts his weight and sinks deeper into him.
Roxas is beautiful, and Axel still can’t believe his luck. It’s everything he thought it would be - Roxas surrounding him, clenching hard around his aching cock as the smaller frame shudders with the gravity of the act. Roxas’ arms hold Axel close.
Axel closes his eyes, and moans into the kiss.
***
(CloudLeon)
Leon isn’t really on the same wavelength as the others.
He doesn’t get Yuffie’s perpetually cheerful attitude, or Aerith’s quiet smile. He doesn’t understand Cid and his wide grin and fascination with machinery. And in the same way, they don’t really understand him either, but they’ve learned to deal with him in various little ways. The most effective of which being simply leaving him alone when he’s brooding, and that is exactly what he’s occupied with when it happens.
Because if there’s one person who Leon can’t figure out, even more so than the others, then it’s Cloud Strife.
A blonde head appears around the door. “Leon, food’s ready,” Cloud says, without looking at him.
Leon sits up abruptly, perched on the end of his bed. “Okay,” he says, and Cloud leaves. Leon smoothes down his shirt with a sigh. He’s a mess. It isn’t often he takes a break from the restoration work, and when he finally gets one, how does he spend it? Doing absolutely nothing; his head awhirl with thoughts of home, Heartless and what he’ll do if he loses Hollow Bastion too…
He shakes his head, and walks down the stairs, the wood creaking beneath his feet and-
Leon’s foot falls through thin air.
And his head cracks against the wall.
“Fuck-!” he hears himself yell, or at least his thinks he does, because the world has tipped and spun and pain is blossoming across his shoulders and back. Second step from the top missing, he thinks belatedly, dazedly, reeling from the tumble. He’s at the bottom of the stairs, limbs folded in on himself as he leans back against…
…Well, something that distinctly isn’t the floor.
Cloud looks down at him, and there is something unreadable in his face as he murmurs, “I’ve got you.”
***
Jump...
Forward to Set Two
***
Drabble/short fiction collection
Set One
By: Saschen
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing(s): Multiple. This set - AkuRoku, MarluVexLarx, SoraRiku, PenceOlette, CloudLeon.
Rating: Up to NC-17.
Warnings: Slash relationships, coarse language, explicit and non-explicit sexual content, angst… A little bit of everything. Well, not everything ‘cause that would be impossible, but- oh, you get my meaning…
Summary: There are many worlds, but they share the same sky…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters. They are the property of Square Enix and Disney.
If you’re thinking that this might just be a glorified fic-dump, then you’d be absolutely right! ^ ^ I've just prettied it up a bit with some formatting and a severely over-used line for summary. But, nevertheless, please enjoy. :)
***
(AkuRoku)
It was a mistake bringing him here. Roxas knows that now.
“It’s been far too long, Rox,” Axel says, tongue slipping out to give the frozen treat an indulgent lick, and Roxas can’t help but watch; weirdly transfixed. Axel knows - of course he knows - and Roxas can tell in the way Axel’s eyes slide over him.
They haven’t eaten sea-salt ice cream in forever, and yet Roxas knows that Axel tastes just as good. Watching him now was just a reminder.
Axel feigns confusion. “Something you wanted?”
Roxas bows his head to hide the blush, and looks away.
***
(MarluVexLarx)
They’ve been fighting again. There’s blood staining the floor, so they must have been.
Marluxia knows very well that Larxene and Vexen will never quite get over the reality of the situation, no matter how many times they try to kill each other. Still, the fact remains; no one owns Number XI, and if he wants to keep two lovers at the same time, then he will. Regardless of what said lovers have to say on the matter.
He picks his way across the room carefully, gracefully; avoiding the debris left in the wake of what had to have been an particularly destructive encounter. There’s clothes, bits of broken furniture, all either charred or sporting a glittering coating of ice, plus a long fissure in the wall that Marluxia finds particularly difficult to decipher.
Maybe someone was slammed against it? Marluxia is willing to bet Vexen; Larxene can be vicious when she-
…?
When she is asleep, naked and draped over Vexen’s chest; the pair lying silently, the epitome of peace in the midst of utter chaos. Marluxia blinks in surprise, and draws nearer, rounding the carcass of what used to be a sofa to stare down at them.
The surprise gives way to what feels strangely like triumph.
They’re dishevelled, bruised and Vexen’s scratched in places, and they both smell of blood and sex, but Marluxia finds he doesn’t care; he crouches down next to them, and brushes gloved fingers over the bare curve of Larxene’s shoulder and along Vexen’s neck. Neither stir, not even when he bends to brush a soft kiss against each pair of lips in turn.
He settles down among the remains of the sofa cushions; a slow smile pulling at his mouth and a smug ‘I told you so’ waiting for when they awoke.
***
(SoraRiku)
Riku has a habit of running away from his problems. In fact, he runs even when he doesn’t have them - sometimes, even a look is enough to set him off. The guilt still weighs heavily on him even now; Sora understands. So he does his best to make him feel better, because he loves Riku more than anything and seeing him suffer makes Sora hurt in the same way.
That’s why, when Sora has checked all of the usual places and Riku is still nowhere to be found, he’s restless. Exhausted from running around town, but can’t stop his anxious pacing; waiting for Riku to come home.
It’s late by the time Riku slopes dejectedly in, and Sora doesn’t have to look at him to know that he’s apologetic and miserable.
“Riku,” Sora sighs in relief, “I- I looked for you-”
A pause.
Riku’s eyes are rapidly darkening, and both boys share in the sudden moment of memory and self-loathing that washes over them like a breaking wave. Sora’s certain he’s breaking somewhere inside, but there’s nothing left to do but close the gap between them and hold Riku through it.
…They’re safe now.
Sora tells himself it’s enough.
***
(PenceOlette)
Pence has never been nervous over a girl. Not over Olette anyway, but then, that’s kind of a reminder as to exactly how messy the situation could get. She’s special; in the sense that she’s his best friend above everything else. Hayner, Pence, Olette - that’s the way it’s meant to be.
And now they’re going to destroy the natural order. Pence feels a little nauseous. He tugs at his shirt collar, thinks it’s only a date and does his best to remain calm…
But then her hand is in his, and Pence somehow knows that everything will be okay.
***
(AkuRoku)
A push and - hotwettight - he’s in. Inside.
Axel’s head is spinning and he almost can’t believe it, but Roxas’ slim hips are real beneath his hands, as are his dishevelled blonde spikes and his soft groan as Axel shifts his weight and sinks deeper into him.
Roxas is beautiful, and Axel still can’t believe his luck. It’s everything he thought it would be - Roxas surrounding him, clenching hard around his aching cock as the smaller frame shudders with the gravity of the act. Roxas’ arms hold Axel close.
Axel closes his eyes, and moans into the kiss.
***
(CloudLeon)
Leon isn’t really on the same wavelength as the others.
He doesn’t get Yuffie’s perpetually cheerful attitude, or Aerith’s quiet smile. He doesn’t understand Cid and his wide grin and fascination with machinery. And in the same way, they don’t really understand him either, but they’ve learned to deal with him in various little ways. The most effective of which being simply leaving him alone when he’s brooding, and that is exactly what he’s occupied with when it happens.
Because if there’s one person who Leon can’t figure out, even more so than the others, then it’s Cloud Strife.
A blonde head appears around the door. “Leon, food’s ready,” Cloud says, without looking at him.
Leon sits up abruptly, perched on the end of his bed. “Okay,” he says, and Cloud leaves. Leon smoothes down his shirt with a sigh. He’s a mess. It isn’t often he takes a break from the restoration work, and when he finally gets one, how does he spend it? Doing absolutely nothing; his head awhirl with thoughts of home, Heartless and what he’ll do if he loses Hollow Bastion too…
He shakes his head, and walks down the stairs, the wood creaking beneath his feet and-
Leon’s foot falls through thin air.
And his head cracks against the wall.
“Fuck-!” he hears himself yell, or at least his thinks he does, because the world has tipped and spun and pain is blossoming across his shoulders and back. Second step from the top missing, he thinks belatedly, dazedly, reeling from the tumble. He’s at the bottom of the stairs, limbs folded in on himself as he leans back against…
…Well, something that distinctly isn’t the floor.
Cloud looks down at him, and there is something unreadable in his face as he murmurs, “I’ve got you.”
***
Jump...
Forward to Set Two
***