Kingdom Hearts (Sora/Riku)

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Title: Transfiguration (2/2)
Author: havelocke
Prompt: Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Riku: Genderswitch - Riku drinks the wrong kind of Potion.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral.
Word Count: 6,092
Note: I'm tempted to keep going with this, but I have mid-terms.

“A girl?” Sora repeats and his eyes quickly skim over Riku, who’s avoiding eye contact.

“But—how?”

Jiminy clears his throat. “I believe I may have the answer to that,” He hops down from Sora’s hand and takes out his journal.

“In the Land of Dragons, Mulan was kind and generous in her gifts. While she gave you the Hidden Dragon keyblade, she awarded me a rare potion to include to the inventory of my research. It’s a type of “switching potion” that has the power to change a person’s original sex to that of it’s opposite.”

Sora looks at Riku again, eyes taking in his new female form. His silver hair looks longer against his short stature. The hard edge of a jaw line is replaced with the delicate curves of a small chin. His nose is small and button like and Sora’s eyes travel upwards towards Riku’s eyes. They’re hidden behind a curtain of white silk, and he imagines their emerald glow. He thinks they’re probably bigger and shinier than before. Sora picks up on the faint blush hovering over Riku’s ivory cheeks and averts his eyes quickly. He can tell Riku is uncomfortable by his staring.

“Is there a cure?” Sora asks and watches the cricket sigh in response.

“The antidote broke during one of your battles.” Jiminy shakes his head. “This is entirely my fault.”

He sees the bug’s shoulders sink with guilt. Sora knows his forcing Riku to drink the potion made him this way and he wants to tell Jiminy that it’s not his fault.

“I tried to hide the potion as best I could, since I wanted to finish my research of it in a proper lab. I thought that choosing one of your most obscure pockets to hide it in would work and it did…” Jiminy stops and looks up at Riku,”…to an extent.”

“I am terribly sorry,” he says, head bowing low to the ground. “To the both of you.”

Sora bites his lip, not knowing what to say or do.

Riku sighs.

“Stop kicking yourself, I’m fine.” He crosses his thin arms over his chest and has trouble finding a comfortable position. “Let’s just worry about getting me changed back.”

“Riku’s right. Do you have anymore information?” Sora asks in hopes that a more optimistic attitude could banish the dark cloud hovering above them.

Jiminy flips through his journal’s pages.

“It says here that it must be used sparingly for the potion is very potent,” Jiminy’s voice soon begins to lose its optimism. “It’s effects maybe permanent if the entire bottle is consumed.”

“What!” And it’s Riku’s voice that shrieks.

“Calm down, I did say maybe.”

“And permanent,” Riku says, hands forming tight fists.

Sora places a comforting hand on Riku’s shoulders. “Let’s be optimistic.” And Riku shrinks away from his touch. He tries not to frown and looks towards Jiminy again. “Is there an alternative cure?”

Jiminy flips to the next page and his eyes widen in surprise “Why yes!”

Sora perks up and it doesn’t take long for Riku to look less angry. The pair wait as the cricket skims the words embedded in his book.

“Oh my,” he starts and Sora swears he can see the cricket turn tomato red.

“What is it?”

“If the antidote is not available,” Jiminy gulps and loosens his collar. “Is it hot in here?” Sora shakes his head and gestures for the cricket to move on.

“One must find a partner of one’s original sex to mate with.”

“What does that mean?” Sora asks and hopes that the look of embarrassment on Riku’s face isn’t related to what Jiminy just said.

“It means.” Riku stops, holding the bridge of his nose, lips curved into a scowl. “That I have to have sex with a guy.”

“Oh my god!” And Sora covers his mouth to prevent anymore shock from bouncing out of him unannounced. He removes his hands when he thinks the coast is clear and looks towards Jiminy. “Why?”

“Well, that’s where my research stops. I got most of my information from Mulan. I can only assume that…” Jiminy gulps, “…in Riku’s case, he may need to mate with a very virile young man in order to get back his own masculinity.”

Sora looks at Riku, who turns away, silver hair flowing like a curtain, covering his entire back.

‘Riku’ he wants to say, but knows the boy, now girl, will not respond. He frowns at the thought of Riku never speaking to him again and wonders if he just lost the friend he strived so hard to find.

“I’m going to get more water,” he announces and walks down the shoreline, leaving the potion bottle behind.

 

~*~*~*~

He’s close enough to see the area where Jiminy and Riku are, but far enough to hide his thoughts from them. He sits down on the soft ground and his fingers trace patterns into the sand.

Riku probably hates him and Sora thinks he has every reason to. He hopes his friend doesn’t believe that he did this on purpose. At the time, all Sora wanted to do was help and show that he was capable of taking care of someone who needed him.

He looks towards the rocks in hopes of seeing Riku’s figure in the distance.

Sora feels like their roles are now reversed and it’s up to him to be there for him. It’s up to him to bring Riku home in one piece, and it’s up to him to…

Sora’s eyes widen his mind traced Jiminy’s explanation.

…make Riku a boy.

He swallows thickly, heat curling around his ears and down his neck. He doesn’t think he can do that but he knows it’s the only way. He doubts Riku would want to go home in his current state. He tries to think of another alternative and it bothers him to think of another man touching his best friend.

He gulps down a bitter mixture of anger and jealousy and hopes that it’ll never have to come down to that.

He gets up and dusts himself off. Even if it comes down to Jiminy’s explanation, Sora or not, he realizes that Riku has to endure both an intimate and physical transformation that may leave him emotionally brittle. He knows he’ll respect Riku’s decision when it comes and Sora promises to be by his side every step of the way.

 

~*~*~*~

 

He comes back to the spot where he and Riku were resting before and finds Riku sitting, hugging his knees, looking out into the ocean with Jiminy perched on his shoulder.

“Oh, you’re back,” Jiminy says and Riku looks up, but says nothing. He goes back to staring out into the crashing waves.

Sora wants to say something, anything to relieve the awkwardness hanging in the air. He scratches the back of his head, a nervous habit of his, and tries to think of something.

“Maybe I’ll check out that fresh water spring after all,” and both, boy and girl look at the cricket. Jiminy takes out his journal. “For research purposes, of course.”

Jiminy hops from Riku’s shoulder to Sora’s with ease.

“Good luck.” Sora hears him whisper before he hops behind him, disappearing into the night.

They are alone and Sora feels his nerves twitch in his throat. He sits down next to Riku and opens his mouth to speak. He quickly shuts it when Riku looks at him.

“When I said that things are going to be different, I didn’t mean it like this,” Riku says, laughing dryly. 

Sora frowns as his guilt begins to creep up.

“I’m sorry,” he starts, “If I didn’t force you to drink—”

“Sora, stop,” Riku says cutting him off. He looks out into ocean, “You were just trying to help me.”

The silence that follows is thick and Sora doesn’t know if he should ask Riku about his decision. He occupies his hands by making figures in the sand and swallows when he opens his mouth to speak.

“So, what are we going to do once we get home?”

“I’m not going home, not like this.”

“But—”

“When the door to light opens, just go on with out me.”

Sora’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“What to you mean go on without you? I’ve been looking for you all this time and you want me to leave you?” He stares at Riku, who now looks surprised that Sora’s grabbing onto his arm and yelling. The silver haired teen frowns in displeasure.

 “What do you want me to do, Sora?”

“You have an alternative.” And Sora wishes he could cover his mouth because he immediately regrets saying what he was actually thinking. Riku’s eyes widen.

“I-I mean, it’s up to you,” he stutters, and looks down and goes back to making shapes in the sand. “I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to. I just want to let you know that if you decide to go down that route, no matter who you choose to do it with, I’m there for you.” He peeks at Riku again and his friend is staring at him. The unusual glow of his green eyes against the dark night makes Sora’s cheeks burn and he wonders what Riku thinks of him now.

The silence between them isn’t as heavy as before and it fills up with the sounds of waves and night noises. Sora wonders if Riku is thinking, thinking about his decision on whether or not he should come home with Sora. He hopes he does come home and prays that when they get there, they’ll find another cure.

“Sora.”

He looks up from his mindless doodling and gazes at Riku.

“I want you to take me,” Riku whispers with a soft blush covering his cheeks.

Sora tries not to let his jaw drop and his mind is reeling with thoughts of going home and thoughts of doing things that make his ears burn and throat itch.

“Where?”

Riku frowns and knows Sora is playing dumb. Sora can see Riku lean over, hands digging into the sand for balance. Their faces are inches apart and Sora can smell the ocean on his friend’s breath.

“Make me a man.”

Riku smashes their lips together and Sora holds onto Riku’s shoulders for balance. They kiss hard and pull away in seconds to catch their breaths. Sora looks at Riku and sees that his cheeks are flushed with pink. He can feel his own heart beating through his chest and knows that his burning cheeks are no better.

“Are you sure?” Sora asks and the heat on his cheeks travels down his neck and towards his stomach.

And Riku leans forward, not as rushed as before and presses their lips together. Sora slightly opens his mouth and Riku deepens the kiss before they break again.

“Positive.”

His simple response makes Sora’s heart want to sing and he moves forward to capture Riku’s lips again. He leans back into the bed of sand as Riku climbs on top of him. Lips parting, teeth knocking, and tongues trying to figure out the rhythm of things were all new things to Sora. He’s happy that he’s experiencing this with someone he trusts, someone he loves and the fleeting thought makes his eyes snap open and it breaks their kiss.

As Riku beings to suckle on his neck, Sora thinks about the reality of falling in love with his best friend. Riku used to be a boy, a boy who made Sora’s heart beat irregularly and stomach twitch with nerves. As a girl, Riku still does the same and Sora thinks that yes, he may be in love with him because he doesn’t care about his form.

A moan escapes from his mouth as he feels Riku grind against him. The friction against his erection is enough to make his mind haze and Riku begins a steady rhythm. Sora’s hands go down towards Riku’s hips and helps guide them in their dance.

It’s too hot now and Sora knows Riku is thinking the same. Riku sits up, breathing heavily and Sora watches him take off the white jacket. Sora sits up and does the same. He eliminates his shirt and manages to discards his heavy gloves over his shoulders. He touches Riku’s face for the first time, and the skin is ivory and soft. Riku sighs into his caress and Sora leans forward, taking in plump ripe lips into his own. He gently bites into the soft flesh and it reminds him paopu fruit, it’s so intoxicating and sweet.

The sound of a zipper stops Sora in mid-kiss and he looks to see Riku’s hand dragging the small piece of metal down on his vest. The black vest parts, slides past Riku’s small shoulders, and down his pale arms. Sora gets a wide view of peach perfect breasts and swallows thickly as his hand travels past Riku’s snowy neck, towards his new chest. He stops when he thinks Riku might slap him for wanting to touch them and is surprised when Riku’s own hand guides his to cup. Sora’s fingers trace along the curve of a small breast and he feels Riku shudder when his fingers lightly brush against a hardened pink nub. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers and Riku blushes wildly. Sora wants to tease him and is denied the right once Riku presses their bodies together and kisses him.

Sora’s hands roam about Riku’s small body, fingers discovering all the nooks and spots that make Riku shudder when pressed just right. He soon finds himself on his back again and arches when Riku begins a torturous trail with his tongue down his chest. Riku’s lips pass his navel and soon Sora feels Riku’s hands unbuckling his belt. His pants slide off with ease, along with his shoes.

Riku’s tongue draws circles on the insides of his thighs and Sora sits up when he feel’s Riku’s lips brush gently against his erection.

“Don’t,” he says and stops Riku from removing the underwear. “I-I mean, you don’t have to do that.”

Riku sits up, eyes dark and in heat.

“It’s okay,” Riku bites his bottom lip and Sora thinks that it’s very cute, very fitting, and that Riku should do that more often. “Jiminy said it might be required.”

Sora doesn’t know how to respond and Riku gently pushes him down again. He lies there, watching the stars float across the dark sky. He tenses when he feels lips on him and his hands dig deep into the sand. Sora moans at how slick and wet everything feels.

Riku starts off slow, tongue lapping up and down the shaft, pausing at the foreskin where he flicks the tip. He takes Sora in and Sora bites his lower lip as the feeling of hot wetness engulfs him. He thinks he might explode when Riku increases in pace and wonders if Riku is enjoying it as much as he is. His throat feels raw and the heat circulating inside of him quickly pools around his groin. His back arches and he spills into Riku’s mouth. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath.

He stares at the sky again, hearing the beat of his own heart begin to slow down in his ears. Riku comes up, straddling him, hair raining down around them. Sora can see his full face now and he finds that Riku looks like an angel with his rosy nose and cheeks. He wonders if he’ll swoop down to save him. He wonders if he and Riku can stay like this way forever.

“Are you okay?” he asks or she for that matter because now Sora’s more aware of how much of a girl Riku looks like.

“I’m fine,” he responds, voice ragged and still out of breath.

Riku smirks and Sora’s heart swells because despite his deceptive female form, his lips, that smirk that makes Sora’s heart skip random beats, remains the same.

He leans down and they kiss again. Sora tries not to think about the odd taste of himself and instead focuses on running his hands down Riku’s back. He manages to roll Riku onto his side and before he knows it, Sora’s up again, lungs out of breath, staring down at a very vulnerable Riku. His silver hair is fanned out on the sand and his body still looks small on top of the layer of clothes they’ve created for a bed. Riku stares at him back, perked breasts moving up and down with the pace of his breath.

Sora’s hand cups his face, fingers tracing along the smooth jaw line making their way down a delicate neck. He hears Riku give a small whimper as his fingers begin to travel down his chest and towards the navel. They dip below the waist band of his jeans and past the underwear that hung loosely on his hips. Riku arches a little and bites his lip when Sora reaches that spot and Sora hears him mew a moan when he begins to rub the small nub in circles. He takes two fingers and pushes them past wet lips, inside the moist hot entry and he almost buckles at the sound of Riku moan and his own hardness returns.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he knows he’s doing it right because Riku’s breath is chopped and his head is thrown back. Riku’s really wet and Sora can’t hold himself back any more. He guides his hardness towards the entry and presses himself slowly inside. It’s so tight, hot, and wet, and Sora moans in pleasure. Riku tenses and grabs onto Sora’s shoulders, nails digging crescent shapes into his skin.

Sora stops this temptation to push any further and holds on, a hand firmly planted into the sand, the other arm wrapped around Riku.

“Go,” he hears Riku whisper and Sora doesn’t think he should if Riku is trembling this hard in his arms

“Are you—”

“Just go!” he says firmly and Sora thrusts the rest of the way in and Riku gives out a small cry.

Sora wants to stop. He doesn’t want to see the look of pain on Riku’s face, nor the tears that stain his green eyes. But his own lust consumes him as he thrusts inside slow and deep. Riku finally moans in pleasure when Sora picks up his pace and Sora feels like his heart might burst. Riku firmly wraps his legs around Sora’s waist and soon they’re working together, rocking together as one, and Sora doesn’t think he can hold on much longer, not when it feels so hot, so wet, and so tight at the same time. It feels so amazingly good that Sora doesn’t want to stop.

Riku arches into him, moaning, and shuddering in orgasm. The skin on his body is now twice as soft and covered in a thin layer of sweat. Sora thrusts a few more times before he gives out, his body aching and skin burning from his own orgasm.

They lay together afterwards, a pile of intertwined limbs, chests heaving with rapid breaths. They soon fall asleep to the sounds of their own heart beats.

~*~*~*~

 
Sora wakes up to the feeling of cold and he shoots up wondering where the small body his arms were wrapped around had gone. He looks up and sees Riku standing by the shore, pants on and shirtless. Sora gets up quickly, almost stumbling while trying to get his own pants on and grabs his shirt. He runs towards his friend, shirt in hand.

“Hey, it’s cold, you might need a—” he stops before he offers his shirt and notices that Riku is taller now and that his back is just as wide. Riku turns around and looks at him and the shirt.

He smirks.

“I don’t think that’s going to fit me now,” he says and his voice is back, it’s deep and arrogant and everything Sora wants it to be.

Before Sora can think, he lunges into Riku’s arms and hugs him close. He refrains from kissing his neck and instead buries his face there.

“Thank you,” he hears Riku whisper and Sora hugs him tighter because he doesn’t want Riku to see the blush on his cheeks.

They part and Sora looks down at his feet.

“It was nothing,” he starts and scratches the back of his head. He laughs nervously when Riku raises an eyebrow. He wants to say he did it because he loves him, but knows Riku would think he was weird. Not that he should, after what had happened, but Sora doesn’t want to take the risk.

“What are friends for?” he says instead and smiles goofily, which makes Riku chuckle.

The silver haired boy turns around and looks towards the ocean again. Sora wonders if it’s wrong to think about running his hands over his friend’s back now, if it’s wrong to think of pulling him close and letting his lips run over muscled shoulder blades, if it’s wrong to want to let his tongue lick the smooth skin of his neck. His cheeks burn again and he banishes the thought.

He looks out towards the ocean and wonders how different life on the island will be between Riku and him. He hopes it isn’t awkward and wants things to stay the same. What they did together was very intimate and despite its technical necessity, it was a very act important to Sora. He hopes that after this, they’ll be closer together, maybe the type of close Sora always wanted, but was afraid to ask for.

“Hey,” Riku says bringing Sora back down from his thoughts.

“That looks like the something we’re waiting for.” He points towards a floating glass bottle in the water.

Sora thinks he should ask now, ask for the closeness that he wants to happen between them. But he stops. He knows Riku had to swallow a lot of pride to even tell him what he wanted and he knows Riku wouldn’t want to be together in that way because Riku was normal. Sora frowns and looks towards the water again.

He doesn’t have a chance with him.

Sora puts on his shirt and goes to retrieve the bottle.

End.