【The Broken Wings of the Fallen One】

Sora leaned closer against the big oak tree, wincing a little at the small sore wounds located all over his body. Although he had tried to forget, memories continued to flash before him, giving him a painful insight of the situation.

What happened...?!

What did I do...?

He buried his face into his hands, small crystal clear droplets begun to slide out from the corner of his eyes. He could still feel the presence of them.

He had run as fast as he could have, but it was useless nevertheless. And when he came to that dead-end in that shady alleyway, he knew that nobody could help him...

Nobody

Not even Riku...

The last thing he could remember was the tall consuming shadows of the three men, advancing over him as he pressed against the wall in horror. They stunk of cigarettes and aftershave, the smell literally making Sora suffocate.

“Leave me alone! What do you want from me?”

They refused to answer his question as they continued to look at him with the sadistic smiles that had painted their faces since the very beginning. One of the three men swiftly pinned Sora onto the brick wall in one movement, leaving the brunette whimpering and struggling for freedom. Another approached him, pressing a 6-inch blade against Sora’s delicate throat.

‘It’s useless. I...I won’t get out of this without...’

“Shut up or I’ll jam this knife into your throat.” He sniggered as he watched Sora staying as still as a stick, frightened to move at all. “You don’t have to be so scared, kid. Maybe you’ll end up enjoying this...”

“No...L...let me go...Please... I’m begging you...”

...

THUMP

Sora slid onto the ground, his body still trembling with fear.

He felt so dirty.

The way they forced themselves onto him one by one... The way they whispered into his ears, telling him that ‘They’ll be back for him again soon’.

He desperately needed somebody to help him, somebody to hold him to tell him that everything is going to be fine. He wanted to be comforted, but he didn’t exactly want to trouble anybody either.

He didn’t want anybody else to get involved, or to get hurt just because of him... Because it was his fault that this happened anyways wasn’t it...?

It was his fault for coming home that late that night. It was his fault for taking that shortcut.

Everything was his fault... There’s nobody else to blame...

Still...

“Please...anybody just...” He whispered weakly.

Footsteps were approaching him nearby in the opposite direction.

~*~

“Where the hell is that idiot...?!”

Riku was worried. He had been since last night when Sora’s mum came over to his house late at night and questioned him whether he’s seen Sora or not.

“It’s almost midnight and he’s still not home...” He remembered she had said. “I was hoping that he was over at your house, but I guess I was wrong...”

The silver-haired boy knew himself that it was unlikely for Sora to not return home, no matter the reason. Something was wrong, and he could feel it because of the close bond that he shares with the brunette-haired boy. So early the next morning, he set off to go around the town, in the hopes of finding the whereabouts of his dearest friend.

He stopped suddenly, as he cut his way into the large park.

“Sora use to love to come here all the time whenever something happened...”

Approaching closer to the oak tree, he could make out a small figure, lying down on the grass beside an oversized tree. The boy was crying, his bushy brunette hair covered in little bits of dirt.

‘Sora?’

Making haste, he ran over to him as fast as his legs could carry him. He helped the brunette to sit back up properly, brushing the small amounts of dirt away from his hair.

“Oh my god... Sora? Are you ok...? Thank god I found you, everybody was so worried...” He said relieved, but that was before he managed to see the small bruises located on the boy’s arms and legs. There were also a few dark marks down the length of his neck and a small gash on his knee. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, hoping that his intuition was wrong about what had happened.

“Sora, what happened...? W...why are you hurt...?” He questioned immediately, puling the boy closer, trying to look into his eyes.

He watched as the brunette got up slowly, patting the dirt off his arms and legs before giving him a small forced smile.

“I...Its nothing Riku, really.” He tried to sound as happy as he usually would, but he couldn’t even lie to himself. He reassured his silver-haired friend that he was definitely alright by chuckling slightly. “I was rushing to come home late last night and I stupidly tripped on a small bit of boulder and it hurt so much that I couldn’t walk...”

He prayed inside his mind that Riku had bought his excuse, but the silver-haired boy seemed less then content with his reply.

“I didn’t know you can get bite marks on your neck from tripping over.” Riku pressed, pulling the boy closer to examine his wounds more carefully. His hands run across the bruises on his forehead, as his eyes continued scanning across his body to search for further damage. “I demand you to tell me what had happened now, Sora.” He continued in a seriously stern tone.

“B...but there’s nothing else to tell you, because that’s what happened!” Sora pushed back desperately, trying to delete the memories of the events of last night from his mind completely. He bit down hard on his lips, almost drawing blood, just to try to hold back his tears. “Just let it go, ok? I’m fin—”

He was silenced immediately as Riku pulled him right into his arms, burying his worried face into his thick bushy hair. His arms wrapped around him possessively, almost choking the brunette for that second.

“Riku...” He whispered softly, wrapping his arms around the silver-haired boy’s neck.

“You know I love you Sora, yet you are always reluctant to tell me anything. I feel like a complete stranger to you sometimes...” He sighed as he kissed the top of his head. “Everytime, you say nothing to me and all you do is smile to tell me you’re okay. But when you do that, I have noway to help you, Sora. And all I can do is hold you like this, and hope that everything you’re telling me is true.”

Sora squeezed his eyes closed, a single crystal tear forcing itself out from his ocean blue eyes. He cursed at himself for lying to Riku. He hated himself for it...

But he didn’t want to trouble him any further, either...

“T...Thank you, Riku… I’m fine, really.” He practically choked out, hoping the silver-haired boy wouldn’t know he was crying.

“I curse myself for being so useless, but I won’t force you to say any more if you do not wish to...” Riku said softly, his lips brushing against the brunette’s ear, causing him to shiver pleasantly. “Please just come to me whenever you’re ready to talk about it.”

Sora nodded slightly as he nuzzled against his throat. “Thank you, Riku.”

~*~

“Mmmm...”

A small voice echoed across the tiny room. The atmosphere was heavy and humid, sweat baring on his forehead and all over his body. Sora ached back a little more, his eyes squeezed close to form a small straight line. He pressed back against Riku’s chest as the silver-haired boy tightened his grip around him. “Ahh... O...Onegai... I...I want more Riku...”

Riku flicked his tongue against the side of Sora’s neck, running it across the deep dark bite marks. He growled a little from the back of his throat as he felt his groin tightening from the innocent reactions Sora was giving him.

He used his free hand to reach for the brunette’s face, turning it slightly so he could gain full access to his soft swollen lips. He pressed his tongue against his mouth, begging hungrily for entrance, while his other hand continued to stroke and squeeze his aroused flesh.

Sora felt more tears welling up, as he runs his tongue against Riku’s. His feet partially digged into the mattress of the bed, trying to gain back some control. He moaned and panted frantically as Riku brought him closer and closer to his release.

“O...Onegai... R... Riku... M...more... I... I’m so close...” He gasped desperately as he pressed up more against his lover’s hand. The sudden change of pace of his touches caused Sora to mewl pleasantly, before he completely surrendered himself to the silver-haired boy. He leaned back against him, his breath coming out in a unsteady rigid pattern, his heart pounding and thundering against his ribcage.

Riku watched amusingly as the brunette shuddered uncontrollably in his arms. He bought his hand up to his mouth, licking and savouring every last drop of Sora’s essences. Sora blushed as he watched him doing so, as he turned around and hid against the crook of Riku’s neck.

“Tell me, Sora... What do you need now...?” He whispered hoarsely, a single finger sliding back and pressing softly against his tight entrance, while he nipped the shell of Sora’s ear. His only answer came in a small mewl. “You better tell me now or you’ll have to face to consequences...”

“Mmm... Y...you know what I want, Riku-sama...” He pouted slightly, letting another needy cry escape his lips as the silver-haired boy pressed his finger into him. “P...Please stop teasing me... I...I need you inside me now...”

Pulling his finger back, Riku advanced over him, kissing him passionately again.

“Very well... Then I won’t hold back or stop until you cry for me to stop.” He pressed, as he positioned himself on top of the brunette.

“Ahh...!” Scrapped from Sora’s mouth as he felt the slight pain filling him as the silver-haired boy pressed into him slowly. It hurt, but it was nothing comparing to the pain he had felt last night...

‘I feel so dirty, thinking about last night when I’m currently with the one I love most...’

The silver-haired boy lifted his koibito’s legs onto his shoulders the he continued his slow steady pounding. Sora’s pleads and cries soon filled the entire room, his eyes squeezing close painfully yet again. Sliding his hand forward, he wrapped his hand around Sora’s arousal, squeezing and pumping the flesh slightly.

He pressed his mouth against the brunette’s, muffling and holding back every one of his moans, pushing them to the back of his throat. Their tongues flicked together in the most passionate and heated way.

Riku pulled back for a moment, thinking about why they were doing this. Yes they were doing this because they love and trust each other, but also...

‘I want to teach him a lesson.’

He tried his best to block out Sora’s reactions as he begun to speed up slightly, his hand continued to satisfy the needs of his koibito. Sweat matted his forehead, his body, and he lets out a small groan as Sora tightened around his flesh a little.

‘I want you to feel what I had  felt, Sora. The fact that I can’t help you whenever something is wrong.’ He thrusts into him slightly harder, his hand speeding up its strokes and touches. ‘Do you know how much it hurts to feel completely useless, the fact that you can’t do anything...?’ Sora pleads begun to increase as his hand refuse to give him any mercy.

‘Perhaps I should show you...?’

Sora arched up slightly again, as he felt himself approaching his second peak of the night, and fast. His body was tired and sore, and he didn’t know how much of this his body could handle in one day.

“Y...Yamero... T...This is too much... Please stop...” He begun to beg, voicing his emotions between moans.

“No, its not enough...” Riku whispered, his voice coarse and tired. He continued to press back into the brunette, while his hand continued to tease the tip of his member.

“Ahhh...” Sora cried as he collapsed back onto the bed, his sore body shakened with his second orgasm. Still, Riku made no attempt to stop his touches. “P...Please stop Riku... T...This is too much...I...I really can’t...” Tears begun to form again.

Riku sighed. He had wanted to show him what it was like, but he didn’t want to push him any further. He knew he was sore and tired, and that he had wanted to rest ages ago but he didn’t. Bowing his head in shame, he released his hand from around Sora, before pulling back and sitting down beside the brunette.

“I hope you know this is how I feel everytime I’m around you, Sora.” He whispered, pulling the younger boy close into his arm. “I feel helpless, useless and stupid.” He growled. “You see, this is how much it hurts to feel completely useless and the fact that you can’t do anything.”

Sora shed a tear, as he stayed silent against Riku’s chest. He finally knew what he had to do, as it was the right option all along. He pulled back slightly to look into Riku’s light blue eyes as he gathered his courage.

“I... I was walking home last night and I got stalked by three guys. When I realised that something was wrong, I started to run but they still managed to corner me. And...” He erupted into tears, pressing forward against Riku’s chest for comfort. “T...They took me turn by turn and left me in the park afterwards...” He squeezed his eyes closed. “I...I’m sorry I didn’t tell you anything but I just didn’t want you to feel worried about me... I... I hope you’re not angry.”

“Baka, of course I’m not angry.” Riku wrapped his arms around him, kissing his head soothingly. “I’m glad you finally opened up to me and that now I might be able to help you.” He offered him a small sly smile. “Don’t think that you’re troubling somebody when you ask for help, Sora. Because no matter what happens, there’s always somebody there beside you, to help you.” He tilted Sora’s chin up and pressed a small soft kiss against his lip. “I love you, and I will protect you from now on, so you don’t have to worry about those three punks.”

Sora nodded, a brief smile appearing on his face for the first time that night.

“Let me be the one to mend your broken wings, my innocent little angel...”

~Owari~