InsaneJournal

- wwc -

As they stumble into their bedroom, they turn off the lights and seek each other in the darkness. The clothes are torn off as hands skim the skin, feeling its rising warmth and coarseness. They’re like animals in the heat, bodies sliding and rubbing against each other, losing themselves in a frenzied kiss.

They see and feel with their touch, but are blinded by the thick scent of sex in the air. A soft moan; a subtle grunt. The sensations, the consuming passion, the race of the heartbeats and the thrill in knowing that this, this is not right-

-it feels so good.

And when Riku comes into the room and turns on the lights, they can’t hide their shame. They try to tell him, it’s not what it looks like because it worked before, when they were little kids, but they’re teens now and they know what’s right and wrong or so it seems.

Riku rolls his eyes and tries to get Roxas off his twin, because goddammit, this is sick and wrong, but Roxas just wraps his arms around Sora and Sora clings, tightens his hold, his eyes expressing what words can’t:

Riku shakes his head and laughs, because really, who’s he to judge them? He has his own issues that aren’t exactly socially acceptable (murder and loving them both), but instead of going away like he usually does, he turns off the lights and joins them.

In the darkness, he can’t tell whose arm is sliding around his waist, or whose mouth is kissing his. With the darkness he can’t tell them apart, but their bodies move, flowing together like music and once it ends, they sleep in peace and lose themselves in something even more intoxicating:

Dreams.

- fin -

A/n: Uhhh, I’m just warming up for my kh epics, really. Yeah, I’m back in the fandom. XD I might expand this idea some other time.