Author: Sprink
Email: [email protected]
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Rating: R-ish
Pairing: Riku/Sora, sort of
Warnings: See Riku. See Riku angst. Angst, Riku,
angst! ^_^ Naughty words. Oh, and some Kairi bashing,
though it's for plot continuity or something like plot
continuity. ^_^ Possible sequel, but don't hold your
breath. ~_^
Dedicated to all those who sometimes wonder about
their former lovers.
Dear Lover
By Sprink
Dear Sora--
Remember me? Your former best friend? Your former
lover?
Remember the first time you came to me? We were so
young. You climbed through my bedroom window,
shame-faced. Before I could ask you what was wrong,
you broke down in tears, telling me that you had been
thinking about me when you felt yourself harden.
Telling me you'd tried to relieve the pressure between
your legs but being unable. You begged me to make it
stop, telling me I could fix anything. You let me
touch you. You arched into my palm, moaning
unintelligibly. You let me kiss you. You let me watch
as you came in my shaky hand. You let me pretend you
loved me and not her.
Remember the last time you let me hold you? You knew I
was already losing myself to the darkness. You managed
to get close enough to me to hold my arms to my sides.
You'd gotten so strong since we left the islands. I
struggled in your grasp, my head thrashing from side
to side until your lips met mine. I saw the burn, the
desire I felt, reflected in your eyes. Your hands were
magic, your mouth divine. It hurt when you took me.
Not because you barely prepared me with a spare
potion. Not because it was my first time being bottom.
Because I knew that no matter how much you wanted me
then, you wanted her more.
But, despite even that, I've never come harder than I
did that day. I've never felt as alive as I did
getting fucked by you. I've done nothing but miss
holding you in my arms.
I hope she makes you happy. I hope you're glad you
gave up my hard, muscular planes for her soft curves.
I hope the naturally moist heat of her body is more
satisfying than the artificially moist heat of mine.
I hope you think of me every single time you fuck her.
I hope you cry out my name instead of hers in the heat
of passion. I hope every time you think of me writhing
under you, you get stone fucking hard. I hope every
time you jack off you're imagining my hand on you. I
hope every time she sucks you off, you're pretending
it's my mouth there, not hers.
But, more than anything, I hope you remember that it
was you who made the final choice.
In case you haven't noticed, I've decided to leave. I
can't watch her holding what my heart believes is
mine. I can't sit by and not grab you from her. Out of
respect for your feelings, not hers, I choose to
leave.
Always yours,
--Riku
--End?--