Kingdom Hearts 2 (Sora/Roxas)
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syvia
Rating: very mild R
Warnings: I think the prompt says it all, don't you?
Word Count: 870
Summary: A few years post-KH2. Sora is bored during a lecture. Roxas is napping. Sora decides that's a Very Good Idea and joins him.
Prompt: 37. Kingdom Hearts 2, Sora/Roxas: Soulcest; sex of convenience – “Argh, this floor is so cold!”
He slouched in the back of the lecture hall and realized that no one else was paying attention. With all the force and shock value of a bolt of lightning came his epiphany.
He didn't have to pay attention!
Roxas?
He searched his heart for the blond and blinked. Huh. Here he'd thought the soft snoring was the brunet two rows in front of him. Sora let go- retreated into himself and left his body to stare glassily at the droning professor. He waded through darkness, light, and the metaphorical crystal-and-light heart parted to draw him in. It was his- and Roxas'. Besides, it was open to nearly everyone.
Blink.
He stood on the crystal pillar- the Station of Calling. Right in the middle was a large and comfy looking bed. In the middle of the bed was his Other and damn but Roxas looked cute when he was asleep.
Sora grinned, shrugged off his jacket and rid himself of his shoes (both disappeared when he stopped imagining them) and climbed into the bed, careful not to disturb the current occupant.
The lecture was three hours long. A nap was just what the Keyblade Master ordered.
He spooned behind his Other. Roxas murmured and turned over beneath the blankets- tossing an arm over Sora's shoulders, all without waking up.
He listened to their heartbeat- surrounding, penetrating, the beat of their inner world.
Sora's body slouched further down and narrowed its eyes, eventually drifting into sleep.
Sometime later, a sound- the snort of a classmate perhaps, or the abrupt creak of a seat as someone snapped out of their doze and sat up straight- caught Sora's ear... echoed down into his heart.
He stirred, still half-sleeping, and felt something hard poking his leg. Arms clasped about him possessively and soft, pale hair tickled his chin. That thing in his hip was really annoying though- Roxas shifted a bit now and again and each time it...
Oh. Oh.
Well that made two of them.
Sora woke up a little more and started to stroke Roxas' arm. Their limbs were entwined so closely that he could barely move, but Roxas' face was right there- Sora kissed hair and a smooth forehead and carded his fingers through tawny gold strands, applying enough pressure to gently pull.
He noted that, instead of being on top of the covers now, he was beneath them. Typical dream, making things easier, acting on instinct and desire rather than logic. Not that he was complaining.
Roxas' eyelids fluttered, he looked at his Other through narrowed lids, writhed in a distinctive fashion and shifted to meet Sora's lips. He sucked at the brunet's lip as he pulled away, then kissed him again, firmly, and his control and the skill he applied reflected how conscious he was. It only increased as the minutes passed.
"Hello there," Sora murmured between their third and fourth kiss.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" Roxas muttered as he attempted to extract his left arm from his nightshirt.
"I am in class," Sora protested, and helped him.
"Aren't you supposed to be paying attention?"
"You want me to leave?"
Roxas gave him a stern look- Sora pulled the shirt over his head. Roxas opened his mouth- but Sora leaned forward and closed his lips over a nipple- and all that came out was a moan. Roxas muttered things- fuck and yes and incoherencies that just encouraged Sora to do worse... or better, depending on how you looked at it.
Eventually the blond pushed him over onto his back, rolling with Sora to put himself on top, and put a hand to each side of Sora's button-down shirt. He grinned wickedly, straddled his Other's hips and pulled. Roxas' attention to detail was so good that Sora heard buttons tapping on glass.
"Is this you complaining?" Sora teased. "Because you'd have to get off my legs to let me go back to class."
Roxas leaned forward, nose to nose with his Other, and smiled. "Shut up." They kissed- Roxas' tongue invaded his mouth and Sora put his hands over Roxas' ass, squeezing. The blond rocked against him, making little noises of encouragement between kisses.
Sora pulled him down, pinning the torn edges of his shirt between their chests- he rolled over and put Roxas on the bottom- who rolled further to keep Sora on the bottom.
They were unaware of their proximity to the edge of the bed.
Until Sora fell off.
Like all other dreams of falling he'd ever had, instead of hitting the floor- which he just knew was gonna be cold, and hurt like hell- he woke up.
Sora jerked upright in his chair and saw his classmates collecting their books. The professor scribbled a list of pages on the board and said they were to be read by the next class. Sora scratched the back of his head, fought down a blush and tried to ignore his hard-on. He copied the pages into a notebook and stiffly moved to grab his bag.
He consoled the annoyed muttering in his heart that it would only take him ten minutes to get back to the apartment and they could pick up where they'd left off.
Author/Artist:
syviaRating: very mild R
Warnings: I think the prompt says it all, don't you?
Word Count: 870
Summary: A few years post-KH2. Sora is bored during a lecture. Roxas is napping. Sora decides that's a Very Good Idea and joins him.
Prompt: 37. Kingdom Hearts 2, Sora/Roxas: Soulcest; sex of convenience – “Argh, this floor is so cold!”
He slouched in the back of the lecture hall and realized that no one else was paying attention. With all the force and shock value of a bolt of lightning came his epiphany.
He didn't have to pay attention!
Roxas?
He searched his heart for the blond and blinked. Huh. Here he'd thought the soft snoring was the brunet two rows in front of him. Sora let go- retreated into himself and left his body to stare glassily at the droning professor. He waded through darkness, light, and the metaphorical crystal-and-light heart parted to draw him in. It was his- and Roxas'. Besides, it was open to nearly everyone.
Blink.
He stood on the crystal pillar- the Station of Calling. Right in the middle was a large and comfy looking bed. In the middle of the bed was his Other and damn but Roxas looked cute when he was asleep.
Sora grinned, shrugged off his jacket and rid himself of his shoes (both disappeared when he stopped imagining them) and climbed into the bed, careful not to disturb the current occupant.
The lecture was three hours long. A nap was just what the Keyblade Master ordered.
He spooned behind his Other. Roxas murmured and turned over beneath the blankets- tossing an arm over Sora's shoulders, all without waking up.
He listened to their heartbeat- surrounding, penetrating, the beat of their inner world.
Sora's body slouched further down and narrowed its eyes, eventually drifting into sleep.
Sometime later, a sound- the snort of a classmate perhaps, or the abrupt creak of a seat as someone snapped out of their doze and sat up straight- caught Sora's ear... echoed down into his heart.
He stirred, still half-sleeping, and felt something hard poking his leg. Arms clasped about him possessively and soft, pale hair tickled his chin. That thing in his hip was really annoying though- Roxas shifted a bit now and again and each time it...
Oh. Oh.
Well that made two of them.
Sora woke up a little more and started to stroke Roxas' arm. Their limbs were entwined so closely that he could barely move, but Roxas' face was right there- Sora kissed hair and a smooth forehead and carded his fingers through tawny gold strands, applying enough pressure to gently pull.
He noted that, instead of being on top of the covers now, he was beneath them. Typical dream, making things easier, acting on instinct and desire rather than logic. Not that he was complaining.
Roxas' eyelids fluttered, he looked at his Other through narrowed lids, writhed in a distinctive fashion and shifted to meet Sora's lips. He sucked at the brunet's lip as he pulled away, then kissed him again, firmly, and his control and the skill he applied reflected how conscious he was. It only increased as the minutes passed.
"Hello there," Sora murmured between their third and fourth kiss.
"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" Roxas muttered as he attempted to extract his left arm from his nightshirt.
"I am in class," Sora protested, and helped him.
"Aren't you supposed to be paying attention?"
"You want me to leave?"
Roxas gave him a stern look- Sora pulled the shirt over his head. Roxas opened his mouth- but Sora leaned forward and closed his lips over a nipple- and all that came out was a moan. Roxas muttered things- fuck and yes and incoherencies that just encouraged Sora to do worse... or better, depending on how you looked at it.
Eventually the blond pushed him over onto his back, rolling with Sora to put himself on top, and put a hand to each side of Sora's button-down shirt. He grinned wickedly, straddled his Other's hips and pulled. Roxas' attention to detail was so good that Sora heard buttons tapping on glass.
"Is this you complaining?" Sora teased. "Because you'd have to get off my legs to let me go back to class."
Roxas leaned forward, nose to nose with his Other, and smiled. "Shut up." They kissed- Roxas' tongue invaded his mouth and Sora put his hands over Roxas' ass, squeezing. The blond rocked against him, making little noises of encouragement between kisses.
Sora pulled him down, pinning the torn edges of his shirt between their chests- he rolled over and put Roxas on the bottom- who rolled further to keep Sora on the bottom.
They were unaware of their proximity to the edge of the bed.
Until Sora fell off.
Like all other dreams of falling he'd ever had, instead of hitting the floor- which he just knew was gonna be cold, and hurt like hell- he woke up.
Sora jerked upright in his chair and saw his classmates collecting their books. The professor scribbled a list of pages on the board and said they were to be read by the next class. Sora scratched the back of his head, fought down a blush and tried to ignore his hard-on. He copied the pages into a notebook and stiffly moved to grab his bag.
He consoled the annoyed muttering in his heart that it would only take him ten minutes to get back to the apartment and they could pick up where they'd left off.
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Date: 2007-07-13 03:29 pm (UTC)Heeeee, RoxasSora!! *rolls about in the shiny heartcest* Hee, you write it so well, dear~ ♥!
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Date: 2007-07-14 03:57 pm (UTC)Thanks! Glad you liked it. :D
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Date: 2007-10-01 10:44 pm (UTC)It's hot, but it's still cute and playful, and the idea of Roxas sleeping in Sora's heart is somewhere between adorable and heartbreaking and I love it so hard.
*tackles the fic and hugs it*
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Date: 2008-02-10 05:04 am (UTC)Even people without proper bodies need to sleep sometime? XD
Thanks. :3
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Date: 2008-06-19 06:40 pm (UTC)