InsaneJournal

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Sometimes he wondered who was taking advantage of who.

A brokenhearted Sora fell into his arms. Sora didn’t sob when he cried; he made a quiet sound, not quite a whimper or even a sniffle, just a subtle sound because he was grieving, always grieving and he didn’t deserve it at all.

Leon took advantage of this; he slowly led Sora into his bedroom-- maybe he should even call it their bedroom now because this wasn’t the first or the second or even the third time they had done this. Sora clung to him tightly, hands fisted hard against his sleeveless white shirt. By the time they reached the bed, Leon slowly laid him down.

He didn’t look at Sora‘s face, because if he did, then he would stop, and that wasn’t what Sora wanted. As he took each of Sora’s clothes away, starting with the boy’s socks, Leon remembered that Sora had a way of keeping all of his memories intact. It wasn’t just through the pictures of a camera, but it was also through the little gifts he had gotten from friends. That was why he was probably here:

Sora was reminded of things that he wanted to forget.

That was Leon’s job.

He pulled down the boy’s brown pants, tried to push that conscience that was telling him: Wrong, wrong, this is all wrong. What are you doing? Why are you doing this?

But he had many reasons for doing this: the precious moment he saw Sora in that class for the very first time, the pure innocence in his blue eyes… Leon wanted to keep it, cherish it and protect it. But that innocence had died slowly, bit by bit as Sora’s loved one, Kairi, moved farther and farther away from him.

Leon slid the black boxers off and tried to ignore the sudden ache at the pit of his stomach. His eyes trailed the soft skin that led to Sora’s face. Sora was sad, weak, as he pulled his sweatshirt off himself. After Leon got out of his black leather clothes, he took Sora into his arms again and they rested like this, in this moment of stillness.

He was taking advantage of this; he really was. He loved the warmth of the boy’s body, loved the way Sora fitted so snugly, so perfectly in his arms. Leon was insecure, in denial and vulnerable because Sora had broken through all his walls and had wormed his way through Leon’s now living heart.

“Leon?” Sora asked, hesitantly. He looked up and stared at Leon right in the eyes and Leon froze, his conscience kicking in again. Sora was young when Leon had taken him and Sora still was now, only at the age of seventeen.

Sora shifted and pressed his lips against Leon’s, shutting down his mind completely. Leon only reacted, kissing him back. One would think, with the way they moved now, with the knowledge that they had done this a few times, that everything would be mechanic and maybe even tedious, but Leon never got tired of it. He never got tired of skimming Sora’s skin with his hands. He never got tired of kissing his way down to Sora’s delicate throat.

Sora mewed and held onto him again, wrapping his young but strong legs around Leon’s naked waist, causing a sweet, delicious friction between their hardening lengths. This should be all just causes and effects, just an action and a reaction, but Leon was experiencing too many things at once.

Sora made a noise at the back of his throat. “Hurry, hurry, hurry,” he murmured, his hands now gripping at Leon’s shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin. Yes, Leon heard him. Yes, he felt that blood inducing scratch, and he felt him, felt Sora’s hardness rubbing so enticingly against his own.

He really wanted to forget, and so, Leon would. After shifting a bit, Leon snatched the bottle of lubrication from under the bed. He quickly uncapped the top, poured the lubrication into his hands and began preparing Sora. It didn’t take him long, because they had done this before and soon enough, he was pushing himself in, slowly losing himself in the heat.

He wondered if he should make this quick, just a few thrusts, feel and see Sora come and then jack himself off because that was what had happened in the past sometimes. Or maybe he should take things slowly, just push in, then pull out, and then wait, wait like they were truly lovers because wasn’t he taking advantage of this?

“Leon…” Sora whispered, holding onto him tightly, “please…” And there, it was that word, that word please that would make Leon do anything, anything for Sora, because even though he didn’t have Sora’s heart, he had everything else, including Sora’s soul.

So he slowly pulled out, and then pushed in, leaning in for a kiss. With Sora’s arms around his neck and his legs around Leon’s waist, it was getting harder and harder to focus. The heat was consuming him, his nerves already on fire and his blood boiled.

“Oh god…” he murmured, as he increased the rhythm, going faster now and he wasn’t sure if he was going to stop or even control himself as he drove himself further and further into that edge, that moment where--

He gasped, his eyes seeing all white and then he was panting for his breath. How could he lose it so easily? He looked at Sora, saw that the boy was still hard. So young, so very young and still very inexperienced, but those blue eyes that used to be so sad were now burning with lust and desire-- for him.

And suddenly, Leon didn’t feel guilty for taking advantage of this, because in the long run, he would make Sora love him. He’d wait for Sora forever and a day because he never took time for granted. Time only moved and so did they.

After he dislodged himself from Sora, they kissed again. His hand wrapped around Sora’s length. He took his sweet time, giving it all he had, teasing the head with his thumb, getting aroused again by Sora’s moans. Sora was so sweet, so very sweet, but his tears tasted salty, oh-so salty.

“Do you remember?” Leon asked in a low, almost-playful voice.

“No,” Sora answered with another light kiss.

“Good,” Leon whispered.

Because that’s my job, to make you forget, all that you never wanted to remember.

Fin.

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A/n: I feel so giddy, like a child who got herself a batch of yaoi porn. XD omg, yes.