The Big Game, and the Night Afterwards [Kingdom Hearts, Riku/Kairi/Sora(/Tidus), NC-17]
Title: "The Big Game, and The Night Afterwards"
Author: n-finitefangirl
Rating: NC-17 (NWS)
Pairings: Sora/Riku/Kairi, Tidus/Sora, Tidus/Sora/Riku/Kairi, hinted other various pairs/threesomes/moresomes
Warnings: Threesome(/moresome), sex beneath the bleachers and in the shower room, talk of sexual explorations/experimentations, slight bondage, slight cross-over with FFX (and a very, very long fic!)
Summary: Taking from Chapter 8 of his (very adult) memoir, Blitzing Through the Stars, Tidus writes about the biggest game of his high school career, as well the continuing development of relationships between him and his friends.
Prompt: Kingodm Hearts, Sora/Riku/Kairi: High School--"Let's go make out underneath the bleachers like normal kids. We can save the world again tomorrow."
Author's Notes: I've actually been waiting to post this fic more than any of the others--mainly because I've always wanted to do one from one of the other Islander's POV. I figured that out of all the others, Tidus would be closest to Sora--besides Riku and Kairi--and really, who wouldn't want such a cute, optimisitc sweetie like our favorite Keybearer?
EDIT: Yes, I chicken'd out on writing the game scenes. ^^; That's partially because I suck at playing the blitzball games in FFX...
The warm months went by, and we continued our personal explorations in--and out of--the bedrooms. We each began to develope--and learn from each other--our own preferences. Wakka, for example, was surprisingly submissive around Riku and the girls. Ya think a big guy like him would have alpha-male issues about being on the bottom. Chappu certainly did. Also, Kairi apparently enjoyed "rogering" Selphie into the mattress a lot more than she had ever let on. I know; Selph invited me over to watch one evening. Made me wonder if Kairi--or Selphie, for that matter--wouldn't mind doing the same thing to me...or Sora.
Sora... Gods, I was nuts over him, even if I was off in one (or two) of the others' arms. It wasn't just that sweet, pinchable ass of his, or how hard he wanted it because he always used a healing spell the morning after. It was that bright smile of his, the way he always talked about our plans to explore the universe after we all graduated, and how he always told me everything. If Sora had kept anything hidden from me, it was for a really good reason--usually, to keep me from having more nightmares, I think.
And I still have my share of nightmares, even though they weren't as bad as the ones Sora--or Riku or Kairi--ever had. Mine involved losing Sora to an abyss--or worse, forgetting about him all over again. The latter always made me wake up with a scream that didn't come out because my pounding heart was lodged in my throat. On those nights, I often crawled out of my house, and over to Sora's place--just to make sure he was still there; that he was still okay. Bahamut claimed I was being paranoid. I insisted that I didn't want to take any chances.
But, as summer gently rolled into town and the days got longer and warmer, the nightmares grew fewer and fewer for all of us. It was the first time since we were in middle school that we were all content with how life was. Sure, there was homework and team practice, as well as those extra training drills that Dad made us do. (At the time, I still couldn't get him to tell me how he even knew about swords, much less knew enough fighting skills to teach us.) But we also had each other, all seven of us. It wasn't usual to sneak a kiss or two while in the locker room, or having lunch on the roof together. We even laughed over the love letters one would occassionally write to one (or more) of the others.
But people didn't understand that it wasn't just the whole "I'm horny; you up for some action?" deal, not with our group. It was more like, "Let's go build a bonfire on the beach, have a feast of fish and fruit, and make love beneath the stars" deal. The only exception was Wakka and Chappu, of course. I mean, they were brothers, and the only way they'd be in bed together was if there was someone playing the middle person between them. Half the time, it was either me or Selphie. But point I'm trying to make is that we weren't just attractive to each other; we loved each other; care very deeply for each other. Each night together, each new bed adventure, was completely consensual. If one or the other didn't wanna do it one way, then we did it another way. And it was strictly between the seven of us; no one outside the group was ever considered to join us in any way.
Unfortunately, it was that last part that people really didn't get, especially our parents. Except Dad; he'd get anything and everything we did or say. Hell, he was the first non-blood-related adult to believe the stories Sora, Riku, and Kairi told about traveling among the stars and fighting the Heartless and the Organization. He even believed the whole Namine and Roxas ordeal; even got to talk with them a few times. I still think it was Namine he played cards with one afternoon.
But most of the other adults still didn't get it. Oh, Kairi's grandparents made sure she was on the pill and warned us about the usual dangers of "sleeping around", but even they didn't quite get the fact that it really was just the seven of us. I know the school didn't get it, either, from all the gossip going around. Sometimes, I was the one holding Roxas back from cracking one guy's jaw; for some reason, the term 'gonna burn up your fag boyfriend' was taken more like a threat instead of a taunt. Roxas still won't tell me why he saw it that way.
The worst thing was that the taunting wasn't limited to our own school. Word eventually spread to Bickson's school, and he and his gang decided to jump Chappu the evening before the Crystal Cup Tournament. Thank God they didn't rape him, but they definitely put him out of commission by breaking a leg and a collar bone.
Wakka, naturally, wanted their heads. We all did, actually. But it was Selphie's talk of using a chain whip that made Sora, Riku, and Kairi snap out of their collective fury long enough to try and keep the rest of us from causing more trouble. Thus, Kairi led Selphie back to her place, and Riku dragged Wakka off to the island for last-minute, heavy-duty practice. Thus, it was Sora who offered to stay at my place for the night--"just so they don't jump either of us on our was home and to the stadium tomorrow," he explained. I had to admit, he got a point; If Chappu's tale was completely accurate, then the entire blitzball team of our rival school was ready to jump the rest of our team--which, incidentally, was our little group.
So, later that night, after Mom finally got Dad to stop swearing a blue streak and got him to check up on Chappu at the hospital, Sora and I laid in my bed, listening to some heavy metal. Neither of us could sleep, due to a mix of nerves, anger, and worry. But we needed rest for the next day; we were only two games away from the championship, and without the Chappu-half of the dynamic "Bruddas Duo", it was going to be a fight all the way.
Even though Wakka was team captain, I still kept wondering about what stradegies we could still use, or who would play what position; having Selphie as anything other than Goalie was out of the question, even if she was crazy enough to sneak a whip into the Sphere. And that night, I knew that if she could do it, she would; there was already signs that she and Chappu were thinking about going steady together.
"You're so tense," Sora's voice brought me out of my brooding. His hands gently rubbed my back. "You're okay?"
I looked into those blue eyes, and felt a little guilty of making him worry about me. "I...I guess I'm all nervous, since we don't have Chappu to help us tomorrow."
"We'll make it. We always will." Gods, Sora was beautiful when he grinned... "We need to get some sleep."
I couldn't help but snort in laughter. "I dun think I can sleep--not tonight."
"Well...maybe I can help." And Sora rolled out of my arms and switched the radio over to the rock ballads station, which was in the middle of playing a song called "Dreams"; in fact, the first lyrics I heard was, "Standing on broken dreams, never losing sight! Ohh, just spread your wings..." And then, Sora rolled over, wrapped his arms around my chest and kissed me while hooking one leg over my hip.
Well, I wasn't about to turn down that kind of invitation; not from him.
We took our sweet time undressing each other, exploring each other's bodies for the hundredth time that summer. By now, Sora knew which spots made me gasp, and which made me moan and beg for more as his mouth trailed down my chest...and around my hips...and up my thighs. By the time his tongue began bathing my cock, my fingers were already digging into the sheets and I pleaded, "P-Please, Sora--ahhhhh--stop t-teasing me and--ahh-oohhhhh!" My moan echoed over the music as that sweet, sweet mouth enveloped me, making me arch and throw my head back in estasy. Sora's hot mouth and wonderful tongue always put me on Cloud Nine, every time; made me beg and plead and buck like no tomorrow.
I groaned when he drew his mouth away before I got to the edge. I even glared at him as he got off the bed...and stopped glaring as he pulled out the lube. And I will admit at this point, Sora was the one I never had any qualms about being a bottom to. I trusted him with my life and my heart; still do, actually. Thus, as soon as he approached the bed with the tube in his hand, I immediately spread my legs.
He laughed, surprisingly. "No, not tonight," he said as he poured some of the lubricate onto his fingers. "Tonight, I just want you to feel really good." Sora then spread the lube over my cock, then handed the tube to me, and position himself so that he was hovering over me in a way that I could easily prep him. And I made sure he was well-prepared; I had no wish of inflicting any real pain upon him. I even put the tube to one side and used my free hand to pump him a bit, making him arch and gasp and moan. "Gods, Tidus, I--ooohhhmmnnnn--ah, there! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
But I did stop, before he got close to the edge himself. As much as I enjoy probing Sora, we both liked it best when one of us was truly within the other. So, I gently helped position him with my hands on his hips, and he lowered himself onto me, sheathing me completely inside him. We both reamined still and savored the moment, feeling me in him, looking into each other's eyes and seeing that bond of trust and friendship and love between us. Then, Sora leaned over me, and gently kissed me as he slowly began moving.
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The next morning, I awoke to the lovely window view of the sun slowly rising up. I didn't have to look down to know that Sora was using me as a human pillow. I didn't mind; I simply hugged him tighter and I gently looked around my room...
And saw Bahamut standing at the end of my bed.
"OHSHI--" Needless to say, I ended up out of Sora's arm and on my ass on the floor. Then, I started covering myself with my discared comforter as I scolded my ghostly friend, "Don't you ever knock?!"
"Good morning to you, too," Bahamut calmly replied. He repeated his greeting to Sora when he stirred, and simply smiled amusingly (the bastard!) as he watched my friend and lover scramble to cover himself with the bedsheets. "I hope you boys didn't have too much fun last night. Today's the big tournament. I hope you're ready."
"G-Give us a few minutes to get dressed," Sora stammered, face as red as a cherry. "We-We'll be right down for breakfast."
Bahamut simply nodded, turned, and vanished into the door.
"I hate dealing with ghosts," I grumbled as I got to my feet.
"B-Better him than your dad, I guess..."
That only made me groan from the memory of the last time Dad walked in on me and Sora...
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It wasn't until an hour into the impromptu victory celebration in the nearby fields that I realized that Sora wasn't beside me. I couldn't find Riku or Kairi in the crowd, either. My very first thought was, Oh, Gods, Bickson and those bastards didn't snag them, did they? I made some excuses to Wakka about wanting to go back to the locker room and grab a few things, and then I immediately made my way back to the stadium...after shaking off a few of my fans.
As soon as I entered the locker room, there stood Bahamut, saying, "The three of them are fine."
"How'd you--"
"It's why you came back into the stadium, isn't it?"
It was times like that when I wished he didn't know me so well.
"I just want to make sure they don't get jumped or anything." Which wasn't a lie--really, it wasn't!
"Very well...they're under the bleachers in section 13. Just...don't startle them." And before I could ask him for any further details, he disappeared on me. Bastard.
Since there was nothing else to do, I simply walked my way over to the section, and ducked underneath the bleachers--
Only to find Sora sandwiched between Riku and Kairi.
I should've walked away; I definitely wasn't invited to come watch then make out with each other. But my feet were frozen into the ground, and I just stared at Riku pounding into Sora, which in turn made him thrust deeper into Kairi, who not only took it but kept pushing back herself. The air was filled with their grunts and moans and skin slapping on skin and the cries of "Oh, Gods, more!" And "Harder! Harder!"
I leaned against one of the metal supports, half-hidden by the rest of the structure, and let my hands slowly sink into my pants--into my boxers, really--and wrap themselves around me. I rubbed myself, watching them fuck each other. I imagined I was among them, sheathing myself into Kairi's warm heat, having one of the guys take me in the ass while the other made me suck his cock. I moaned at the thought of it--and then froze as I saw then stop and, as one, turned to look at me.
One one thought popped up in my head: Shit. I am so dead.
But, thankfully, they didn't want to kill me. Instead, Kairi simply smirked and said, "I think we have a spy, boys. Do you know what we do with spies?"
"Make them talk," Riku replied as he slowly pulled out of Sora, keeping his eyes steady on me. But the look wasn't one of "I'm gonna kill you." It was more like "I'm gonna make sure you can't walk for the next three mornings."
...Gods, Riku was hot whenever he acted all dominant. And he had that dom!look as he approached me, alright, with his shirt open and his pants nowhere near him...
I'm not too ashamed to admit that I didn't resist the "capture" all that much.
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It was still a little weird, having my arms bound by that spell of Riku's. It didn't feel wrong, just...odd to have a little bit of darkness wrapped around my arms and keeping them behind me. It felt...cool, almost like a water rope, of sorts. And it definitely felt like a part of Riku; definitely part of the darkness that had remained in him.
But at the time, I wasn't really focusing on my bindings. I was more focused on remaining standing in the shower while Sora pumped in and out of me and Kairi sucked me off. Riku, the sadistic bastard he was at that point, simply leaned up against the other wall and watched me being driven over the edge again and again. At one point, they finally laid me down and let me sheath myself into Kairi, but I was still bound and could only watch and feel and moan as they continually pushed onto/into me.
Then, when Sora got tired and pulled out of me, Riku gently led him over to his spot in the wall, sat him down so that he could see all of the action, and then walked over and plunged himself into my ass. And all the while, Kairi was still going at it, even though I myself was getting pretty weary. Even after the game and fucking each other and Sora, those two kept going even when I felt like passing out.
Needless to say, I didn't wake up until very late the next morning...in Kairi's bed...with Sora looking over me. "You okay?"
"Wha-owowowoww..." Yeah, I definitely felt achey, both from the toils of the game, and the night afterwards.
Then, I felt the familiar wave of healing magic as Sora said, "I'm sorry if I didn't stop them earlier. It's just...it was one of those nights that they were just all wired up, and had trouble slowing down."
"You're telling me! Wait...they've done this to you?"
"Well...once or twice. Usually whenever we camped out on the island over the weekend. Let's just say I'm very glad Donald made me learn Cure spells."
We both chuckled in mutual understanding. Then I got to my feet. "So...did Dad call the place?"
"Not yet. I think he's gonna wait and see if we'll show up for pratice."
"Today? I thought he'd give us a break if we won the cup!"
"He didn't tell me that!"
"Huh; thought he told everyone..."
Author: n-finitefangirl
Rating: NC-17 (NWS)
Pairings: Sora/Riku/Kairi, Tidus/Sora, Tidus/Sora/Riku/Kairi, hinted other various pairs/threesomes/moresomes
Warnings: Threesome(/moresome), sex beneath the bleachers and in the shower room, talk of sexual explorations/experimentations, slight bondage, slight cross-over with FFX (and a very, very long fic!)
Summary: Taking from Chapter 8 of his (very adult) memoir, Blitzing Through the Stars, Tidus writes about the biggest game of his high school career, as well the continuing development of relationships between him and his friends.
Prompt: Kingodm Hearts, Sora/Riku/Kairi: High School--"Let's go make out underneath the bleachers like normal kids. We can save the world again tomorrow."
Author's Notes: I've actually been waiting to post this fic more than any of the others--mainly because I've always wanted to do one from one of the other Islander's POV. I figured that out of all the others, Tidus would be closest to Sora--besides Riku and Kairi--and really, who wouldn't want such a cute, optimisitc sweetie like our favorite Keybearer?
EDIT: Yes, I chicken'd out on writing the game scenes. ^^; That's partially because I suck at playing the blitzball games in FFX...
The warm months went by, and we continued our personal explorations in--and out of--the bedrooms. We each began to develope--and learn from each other--our own preferences. Wakka, for example, was surprisingly submissive around Riku and the girls. Ya think a big guy like him would have alpha-male issues about being on the bottom. Chappu certainly did. Also, Kairi apparently enjoyed "rogering" Selphie into the mattress a lot more than she had ever let on. I know; Selph invited me over to watch one evening. Made me wonder if Kairi--or Selphie, for that matter--wouldn't mind doing the same thing to me...or Sora.
Sora... Gods, I was nuts over him, even if I was off in one (or two) of the others' arms. It wasn't just that sweet, pinchable ass of his, or how hard he wanted it because he always used a healing spell the morning after. It was that bright smile of his, the way he always talked about our plans to explore the universe after we all graduated, and how he always told me everything. If Sora had kept anything hidden from me, it was for a really good reason--usually, to keep me from having more nightmares, I think.
And I still have my share of nightmares, even though they weren't as bad as the ones Sora--or Riku or Kairi--ever had. Mine involved losing Sora to an abyss--or worse, forgetting about him all over again. The latter always made me wake up with a scream that didn't come out because my pounding heart was lodged in my throat. On those nights, I often crawled out of my house, and over to Sora's place--just to make sure he was still there; that he was still okay. Bahamut claimed I was being paranoid. I insisted that I didn't want to take any chances.
But, as summer gently rolled into town and the days got longer and warmer, the nightmares grew fewer and fewer for all of us. It was the first time since we were in middle school that we were all content with how life was. Sure, there was homework and team practice, as well as those extra training drills that Dad made us do. (At the time, I still couldn't get him to tell me how he even knew about swords, much less knew enough fighting skills to teach us.) But we also had each other, all seven of us. It wasn't usual to sneak a kiss or two while in the locker room, or having lunch on the roof together. We even laughed over the love letters one would occassionally write to one (or more) of the others.
But people didn't understand that it wasn't just the whole "I'm horny; you up for some action?" deal, not with our group. It was more like, "Let's go build a bonfire on the beach, have a feast of fish and fruit, and make love beneath the stars" deal. The only exception was Wakka and Chappu, of course. I mean, they were brothers, and the only way they'd be in bed together was if there was someone playing the middle person between them. Half the time, it was either me or Selphie. But point I'm trying to make is that we weren't just attractive to each other; we loved each other; care very deeply for each other. Each night together, each new bed adventure, was completely consensual. If one or the other didn't wanna do it one way, then we did it another way. And it was strictly between the seven of us; no one outside the group was ever considered to join us in any way.
Unfortunately, it was that last part that people really didn't get, especially our parents. Except Dad; he'd get anything and everything we did or say. Hell, he was the first non-blood-related adult to believe the stories Sora, Riku, and Kairi told about traveling among the stars and fighting the Heartless and the Organization. He even believed the whole Namine and Roxas ordeal; even got to talk with them a few times. I still think it was Namine he played cards with one afternoon.
But most of the other adults still didn't get it. Oh, Kairi's grandparents made sure she was on the pill and warned us about the usual dangers of "sleeping around", but even they didn't quite get the fact that it really was just the seven of us. I know the school didn't get it, either, from all the gossip going around. Sometimes, I was the one holding Roxas back from cracking one guy's jaw; for some reason, the term 'gonna burn up your fag boyfriend' was taken more like a threat instead of a taunt. Roxas still won't tell me why he saw it that way.
The worst thing was that the taunting wasn't limited to our own school. Word eventually spread to Bickson's school, and he and his gang decided to jump Chappu the evening before the Crystal Cup Tournament. Thank God they didn't rape him, but they definitely put him out of commission by breaking a leg and a collar bone.
Wakka, naturally, wanted their heads. We all did, actually. But it was Selphie's talk of using a chain whip that made Sora, Riku, and Kairi snap out of their collective fury long enough to try and keep the rest of us from causing more trouble. Thus, Kairi led Selphie back to her place, and Riku dragged Wakka off to the island for last-minute, heavy-duty practice. Thus, it was Sora who offered to stay at my place for the night--"just so they don't jump either of us on our was home and to the stadium tomorrow," he explained. I had to admit, he got a point; If Chappu's tale was completely accurate, then the entire blitzball team of our rival school was ready to jump the rest of our team--which, incidentally, was our little group.
So, later that night, after Mom finally got Dad to stop swearing a blue streak and got him to check up on Chappu at the hospital, Sora and I laid in my bed, listening to some heavy metal. Neither of us could sleep, due to a mix of nerves, anger, and worry. But we needed rest for the next day; we were only two games away from the championship, and without the Chappu-half of the dynamic "Bruddas Duo", it was going to be a fight all the way.
Even though Wakka was team captain, I still kept wondering about what stradegies we could still use, or who would play what position; having Selphie as anything other than Goalie was out of the question, even if she was crazy enough to sneak a whip into the Sphere. And that night, I knew that if she could do it, she would; there was already signs that she and Chappu were thinking about going steady together.
"You're so tense," Sora's voice brought me out of my brooding. His hands gently rubbed my back. "You're okay?"
I looked into those blue eyes, and felt a little guilty of making him worry about me. "I...I guess I'm all nervous, since we don't have Chappu to help us tomorrow."
"We'll make it. We always will." Gods, Sora was beautiful when he grinned... "We need to get some sleep."
I couldn't help but snort in laughter. "I dun think I can sleep--not tonight."
"Well...maybe I can help." And Sora rolled out of my arms and switched the radio over to the rock ballads station, which was in the middle of playing a song called "Dreams"; in fact, the first lyrics I heard was, "Standing on broken dreams, never losing sight! Ohh, just spread your wings..." And then, Sora rolled over, wrapped his arms around my chest and kissed me while hooking one leg over my hip.
Well, I wasn't about to turn down that kind of invitation; not from him.
We took our sweet time undressing each other, exploring each other's bodies for the hundredth time that summer. By now, Sora knew which spots made me gasp, and which made me moan and beg for more as his mouth trailed down my chest...and around my hips...and up my thighs. By the time his tongue began bathing my cock, my fingers were already digging into the sheets and I pleaded, "P-Please, Sora--ahhhhh--stop t-teasing me and--ahh-oohhhhh!" My moan echoed over the music as that sweet, sweet mouth enveloped me, making me arch and throw my head back in estasy. Sora's hot mouth and wonderful tongue always put me on Cloud Nine, every time; made me beg and plead and buck like no tomorrow.
I groaned when he drew his mouth away before I got to the edge. I even glared at him as he got off the bed...and stopped glaring as he pulled out the lube. And I will admit at this point, Sora was the one I never had any qualms about being a bottom to. I trusted him with my life and my heart; still do, actually. Thus, as soon as he approached the bed with the tube in his hand, I immediately spread my legs.
He laughed, surprisingly. "No, not tonight," he said as he poured some of the lubricate onto his fingers. "Tonight, I just want you to feel really good." Sora then spread the lube over my cock, then handed the tube to me, and position himself so that he was hovering over me in a way that I could easily prep him. And I made sure he was well-prepared; I had no wish of inflicting any real pain upon him. I even put the tube to one side and used my free hand to pump him a bit, making him arch and gasp and moan. "Gods, Tidus, I--ooohhhmmnnnn--ah, there! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
But I did stop, before he got close to the edge himself. As much as I enjoy probing Sora, we both liked it best when one of us was truly within the other. So, I gently helped position him with my hands on his hips, and he lowered himself onto me, sheathing me completely inside him. We both reamined still and savored the moment, feeling me in him, looking into each other's eyes and seeing that bond of trust and friendship and love between us. Then, Sora leaned over me, and gently kissed me as he slowly began moving.
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The next morning, I awoke to the lovely window view of the sun slowly rising up. I didn't have to look down to know that Sora was using me as a human pillow. I didn't mind; I simply hugged him tighter and I gently looked around my room...
And saw Bahamut standing at the end of my bed.
"OHSHI--" Needless to say, I ended up out of Sora's arm and on my ass on the floor. Then, I started covering myself with my discared comforter as I scolded my ghostly friend, "Don't you ever knock?!"
"Good morning to you, too," Bahamut calmly replied. He repeated his greeting to Sora when he stirred, and simply smiled amusingly (the bastard!) as he watched my friend and lover scramble to cover himself with the bedsheets. "I hope you boys didn't have too much fun last night. Today's the big tournament. I hope you're ready."
"G-Give us a few minutes to get dressed," Sora stammered, face as red as a cherry. "We-We'll be right down for breakfast."
Bahamut simply nodded, turned, and vanished into the door.
"I hate dealing with ghosts," I grumbled as I got to my feet.
"B-Better him than your dad, I guess..."
That only made me groan from the memory of the last time Dad walked in on me and Sora...
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It wasn't until an hour into the impromptu victory celebration in the nearby fields that I realized that Sora wasn't beside me. I couldn't find Riku or Kairi in the crowd, either. My very first thought was, Oh, Gods, Bickson and those bastards didn't snag them, did they? I made some excuses to Wakka about wanting to go back to the locker room and grab a few things, and then I immediately made my way back to the stadium...after shaking off a few of my fans.
As soon as I entered the locker room, there stood Bahamut, saying, "The three of them are fine."
"How'd you--"
"It's why you came back into the stadium, isn't it?"
It was times like that when I wished he didn't know me so well.
"I just want to make sure they don't get jumped or anything." Which wasn't a lie--really, it wasn't!
"Very well...they're under the bleachers in section 13. Just...don't startle them." And before I could ask him for any further details, he disappeared on me. Bastard.
Since there was nothing else to do, I simply walked my way over to the section, and ducked underneath the bleachers--
Only to find Sora sandwiched between Riku and Kairi.
I should've walked away; I definitely wasn't invited to come watch then make out with each other. But my feet were frozen into the ground, and I just stared at Riku pounding into Sora, which in turn made him thrust deeper into Kairi, who not only took it but kept pushing back herself. The air was filled with their grunts and moans and skin slapping on skin and the cries of "Oh, Gods, more!" And "Harder! Harder!"
I leaned against one of the metal supports, half-hidden by the rest of the structure, and let my hands slowly sink into my pants--into my boxers, really--and wrap themselves around me. I rubbed myself, watching them fuck each other. I imagined I was among them, sheathing myself into Kairi's warm heat, having one of the guys take me in the ass while the other made me suck his cock. I moaned at the thought of it--and then froze as I saw then stop and, as one, turned to look at me.
One one thought popped up in my head: Shit. I am so dead.
But, thankfully, they didn't want to kill me. Instead, Kairi simply smirked and said, "I think we have a spy, boys. Do you know what we do with spies?"
"Make them talk," Riku replied as he slowly pulled out of Sora, keeping his eyes steady on me. But the look wasn't one of "I'm gonna kill you." It was more like "I'm gonna make sure you can't walk for the next three mornings."
...Gods, Riku was hot whenever he acted all dominant. And he had that dom!look as he approached me, alright, with his shirt open and his pants nowhere near him...
I'm not too ashamed to admit that I didn't resist the "capture" all that much.
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It was still a little weird, having my arms bound by that spell of Riku's. It didn't feel wrong, just...odd to have a little bit of darkness wrapped around my arms and keeping them behind me. It felt...cool, almost like a water rope, of sorts. And it definitely felt like a part of Riku; definitely part of the darkness that had remained in him.
But at the time, I wasn't really focusing on my bindings. I was more focused on remaining standing in the shower while Sora pumped in and out of me and Kairi sucked me off. Riku, the sadistic bastard he was at that point, simply leaned up against the other wall and watched me being driven over the edge again and again. At one point, they finally laid me down and let me sheath myself into Kairi, but I was still bound and could only watch and feel and moan as they continually pushed onto/into me.
Then, when Sora got tired and pulled out of me, Riku gently led him over to his spot in the wall, sat him down so that he could see all of the action, and then walked over and plunged himself into my ass. And all the while, Kairi was still going at it, even though I myself was getting pretty weary. Even after the game and fucking each other and Sora, those two kept going even when I felt like passing out.
Needless to say, I didn't wake up until very late the next morning...in Kairi's bed...with Sora looking over me. "You okay?"
"Wha-owowowoww..." Yeah, I definitely felt achey, both from the toils of the game, and the night afterwards.
Then, I felt the familiar wave of healing magic as Sora said, "I'm sorry if I didn't stop them earlier. It's just...it was one of those nights that they were just all wired up, and had trouble slowing down."
"You're telling me! Wait...they've done this to you?"
"Well...once or twice. Usually whenever we camped out on the island over the weekend. Let's just say I'm very glad Donald made me learn Cure spells."
We both chuckled in mutual understanding. Then I got to my feet. "So...did Dad call the place?"
"Not yet. I think he's gonna wait and see if we'll show up for pratice."
"Today? I thought he'd give us a break if we won the cup!"
"He didn't tell me that!"
"Huh; thought he told everyone..."