#rikujoshua

[black-quadrant]

I have been bestowed a joshriku gift fic, so it’s only natural I share the wealth.

warning: raunchy, raunchy porn. enjoy.

He's used to waking up in strange places. The life he chose chasing around a boy and a girl. High hopes and dreams both fabricated and desperate. It's not a lifestyle that allows for the creature comfort of familiarity. Still, here he is, sprawled out on his side, legs spread haphazardly and an arm flung over the side of an impossibly large couch. It's darker here than he imagined it would be. He shifted, rolling to his back as he stared up at the ceiling and his eyes adjusted. He never woke up slow and easy. He was asleep, or he was wide awake. The results of too much trauma? Probably. The fluorescent glow of lights shone like a halo behind black silhouettes of furniture. A dart board, rimmed in red, bright pink of tacky wall hanging words scrawled in cursive. Somewhere behind him, presumably the bar, was the warmth of low LEDs.

Dead God's Pad...what? What era had this guy even walked out of? Or died in he supposed. It was posh, and smelled too expensive for his taste. But it was a place to rest, one that was presumably safe, and with how exhausted he was from being thrown here out of a key portal he didn't know existed, he didn't really care. Why was he so tired though? Like a heavy weight that pressed in from all sides and clung---

"You're a noisy sleeper." The voice spoke from his left, a dark sunken spot nestled in the shadows. Joshua.

"How long was I out?"

"Does it mater," the blonde replied, the rustle of clothes and creak of a chair as he sat forward chin in hands as they rested on his knees. "Time is a loosely fitted construct here. It's not going to get you where you need any faster by counting the minutes. Or days," He added after a pause.

Riku didn't bother to sit up, this was as much of attention as Riku was going to get, the participation in a simple, quiet conversation. "You're quieter than usual." He pried, though he didn't really expect an answer. And for a moment, there was none. It made the room seem uncomfortably silent. This deep underground there wasn't the faint hustle and bustle of the streets. Just the low hum of electricity that made his ears ring.

Joshua sighed, and out of corner of his eye, if he tilted his head just a bit to the side, he could see the exhaustion in Joshua's face. It was something he covered up so well normally, and in all honesty if Riku wasn't so familiar with the look of long suffering torment, he wouldn't have even known it. "You're not the only one who sleeps restlessly."

"You don't sleep at all. Do you?" Riku asked, finally sitting up. Joshua had earned that much in this rare display of honesty.

"Not during game weeks, no. Not really ever, actually. I don't need to anyways. Sleeping is something to do when I'm suffering an incredible bout of boredom."

"So instead you stay awake and watch strange guys in their sleep?" He didn't sound miffed about it, there was no point in being angry. Joshua just laughed anyways, a sound that felt like the practice of social cues, not a genuine emotion.

"Oh Riku. You're not so strange to me. I know your kind. I hate it actually."

A thick brow of silver lifted curiously. Well that was an unexpected thing to hear from Joshua. "You're going to have to explain that to me more because I don't know where you're going saying something like that."

Joshua got up and made his way over to the couch to sit next to Riku, an arm sliding along the back of the couch so he could face Riku. He was surprised to actually see a genuine display of irritation on the tiny god's face. "I hate it because you remind me of many things I don't like about myself. I'm old enough now, Riku, that I've grown out of feeling things that were pointless for me to feel. You think that you hide your emotions so well, but I think you wear them on your sleeve. Sora doesn't see it because *he* is the one hiding behind a mask. You know that just as much as I do. That optimism is welded in place to cover up the ache in his heart. He's had as much trauma as the rest of us. But your silence speaks for itself what's going on. I suppose I'm no better than your friend. It's only in the comfort of isolation that I allow myself to slip into what you wear every day."

Riku sat through it all with patient silence. "Are you happy?" He finally asked, the question softly hung in the quiet room.

"That's a loaded question that I could bounce right back of you but we're not in grade school anymore so I'll be mature about it." The blonde leaned in close enough that Riku could almost smell his breath, the faint waft on dinner's noodles and the sharp undertone of alcohol. He tilted his head as if to tell a secret and when he spoke his voice was clear and soft. "Happiness here is as complicated as time. It's better to just not ask those kinds of questions because dwelling on how to answer them is unproductive at best, and depressing at the worst." Riku could feel the warmth of his pale skin, and the heat of those unnaturally purple eyes. It dawned on him then what the static in the room was, the tension wound like a cord about to break, the skin crawling buzz that left him feverish even when his stomach dropped. He was shocked at how easy it was to come to a conclusion on how to act. He wasn't a stranger to any of this, but he was sitting in the presence *of* a stranger. Even as his mouth opened to speak he was surprised by the words that fell out, thick and heavy, voice roughened by late hours and a dry tongue.

"Do you want to fuck?" So casual. Just like that. It seemed like the only conclusion to the conversation. The pretense of Joshua's presence to begin with was a telltale sign. Had they both wanted this from the beginning? Was it even a matter of wanting it or was it just an involuntary act, like the blink of an eye or the rise and fall of a breath?

Joshua didn't answer but just like that he was climbing up onto Riku's lap and his mouth was on Riku and his hands were in his hair and it was all so sloppy it was as if it had never happened before. But there was an undertone of confidence, a roughness to his touch that contradicted. If he was going all in, he was going all in. Riku's hands slid down to grab at the blonde's ass, cupping each cheek with a strong grip as fingernails dug into the thick jean fabric. Neither of them made a sound except the heavy breath, almost deafening to Riku's ears. And he was right, noodles and soy, tart champagne, the sweetness of tender meat. He wondered briefly what the walls of his own spit tasted like as Joshua licked at them. His tongue scraped at the roof of Riku's mouth grazed over his teeth. Joshua kissed like he was trying to eat Riku alive and Riku fought to slow it down, everything about his motions deliberate and deep. Joshua was clinging to Riku's hair as Riku was already slipping up the blonde's shirt, roving over thin soft skin until he could span his hand across his chest, pinching a plump nipple beneath his fingers until it pebbled with his touch and Joshua keened against his lips.

They broke only to suck at what breath they could, Joshua scrambling to slip buttons from holes just as quickly as Riku was pressing into the couch so he could get both hands between them and tear at a button, the zip of a fly, and a grip of his pants.

"You're going to let me fuck you?" Riku asked, voice curt and softly demanding.

"No you idiot, I'm just tearing my clothes off to rub my cock on you until I blow a load on your chest." Joshua replied, shirt falling to the floor.

The surprised laugh Riku slipped forth was sucked down by Joshua's tongue, fingers back in his hair with a sharp tug. It was a blur of frantic motion after that, Riku shifting Joshua enough to shimmy his pants down until they hung off a leg. With how soft Joshua's skin was, he was surprised to feel the course down of hair on his legs, pale as his blonde hair. It was a reminder of his age, and a relief, not that Riku minded how Joshua chose to take form. He was a god, and older than Riku wanted to guess at.

With Joshua's pants free, Riku could finally touch and probe, fingers exploring along the crack of his ass until they nuzzled against the puckered hole that twitched at the attention. It was almost too easy, even dry, to slide just the barest tip of a finger in, testing the stretch of muscle. And he was right, this sort of thing was no stranger to Joshua. The thought was a turn on, a surge of blood to his cock that ground up against Joshua's lithe little body. He groaned into the blonde's mouth and muzzled his way down his neck, breathing the mess of hair aside to suck at the underside of Joshua's chin, right at the juncture of his throat. And Joshua was nearly silent the whole time, a jarring silence broken only by his breath and soft noises. Riku liked the way his voice fell deeper with the sounds, the wetness to his throaty noises. "L-lift up a second," he muttered, using the freed space between them to swiftly pull his belt aside and fumble buttons and zippers away so he could pull his cock out from the constraining fabric. Joshua hovered above him watching intently, lazily stroking his own dick until it hardened, fingers expertly dragging up and down the shaft, pulling precum from the head with the squeeze of foreskin. It was impressive really, curved like the devil and tapered down at the base. Riku stared hungrily, his cock jumping in his lap, heavier and thicker than Joshua's. Silver hair shifted as Riku appraised the blonde, finally settling on purple hues. He felt awkward all of a sudden, mouth quirking into a boyish smile. "I uh...how stretched are you? Are you going to be able to fit me?" He asked, hands reaching out to grab at Joshua's rear again, spreading both cheeks and then letting them bounce free.

"Not dry you won't." He retorted as he slid down to his knees until he was wedged between Riku and the coffee table. Predicting the action Riku's hands slid to Joshua's head, guiding them as the blonde pulled hair aside with one hand, gripped the base of Riku's cock with the other, and lips slid over the head of Riku's cock. Soft, warm, practiced. His head hit the back of the couch with a gasp as Joshua pulled him into his mouth, tongue flattened against the underside, flicking as much as he was able to against the ridge of a vein. It was sloppy, a means to get Riku as wet as possible. His head bobbed up and down with ease and Riku had to force himself not to grip at Joshua's hair and just fuck that obnoxious little mouth until he came, hips bucking. Joshua didn't stop until Riku was coated, spit soaking into his jeans. He climbed back up into Riku's lap and by now he was frantic. His hands probed and spread across pale skin until he had Joshua spread.

"Wait." Riku slid a finger in his mouth, wet the calloused digit and settled it back to where it was only this time it sunk in with ease. "Holy shit you're gonna take me easier than I thought." He growled, swirling around before slipping free, still spreading him open as he pushed the head of his dick against his hole. Little thrusts to wedge it in as Joshua cursed and moaned above him.

"I'm not loose!"

"Don't be a baby, you're hot."

"And you have a thick head so do me a favor and wedge it in because it fucking aches."

Riku rolled his eyes against Joshua's chest, a hand pressed rough into the blonde's bony hip to push him down. It ached for him too, Joshua's skin was hot enough to burn, and the pressure was almost painful, the head popping through the first two rings of muscle. The sound Joshua guttered out was clearly uncomfortable but once he'd pushed through he was able to sink in with ease and they both released a shaky sigh of relief.

Joshua was so tiny, like Sora, except instead of brawny muscle and curves of baby fat that never quite left, Joshua was sharp bones, light as a bird. He was easy to scoop up, Riku was strong, and Joshua would never say how good it felt to be wrapped up in stiff muscles that squeezed him a little too tight to lift him up. He drove Joshua back down, and there was nothing slow or careful about it. There was no foreplay, no cat and mouse. No *passion*. Riku could barely pull him all that far off his cock before bucking his hips up into wet heat. It almost stung it was so hot, yet it was so good Riku's stomach felt like it was pressing down into his intestines, sitting like a burning rock above the pubic mound where silver curls of hair tangled wet with spit and the precum that dripped down Joshua's cock.

"I wanna come, hold still," Joshua muttered, not that Riku could do much about it anyway, the tiny blonde's hands pressed flat against his shoulder, pushing Riku back into the couch until he was sunk into the cushions. Joshua shimmied down on his cock until he was seated balls deep.

"Shit!" He threw his head back until he was nearly smothered in the cushions and Joshua *rode* him. His hips ground down, weight falling enough onto Riku so that his cock dragged against Riku's chest. That's when he got noisy, keening and whimpering in rhythm as he bounced his ass off Riku's dick, slapping against his balls which clenched with every beat against them. Like a girl, he thought. Joshua is fucking me like a girl would, cock scraping for friction on his chest. If he was a girl, her clit would be sliding over him, tickled against those wet little curls of silver. He'd done it before, felt the little nub swell and pulse when they came.

When Joshua did come, he wailed, went nearly stiff in Riku's grip, body convulsing once, twice, a few more. Riku was panting against his shoulder, doing his best to hold still as Joshua's cock, no doubt sensitive to the touch, spasmed between them, hot threads of come dripping across Riku's chest and over his shirt. He couldn't feel that much really, but his teeshirt was thin and stretched tight over him, enough to feel that throb.

Once Joshua's breath had settled to quivering he spoke, words mumbled. "You can move, I don't mind if you come in me."

It was all Riku needed. "Fuck," was all he could spit out as his hips pumped up with renewed fervor. The pressure built until it hurt, until his thrusts became frantic and then just as suddenly they slowed and Joshua moaned as sweet as sugar as Riku hissed, gasped, the head of his cock hovered sensitive at the entrance. Those two muscles clung to him, sucked at the fat mound of flooded veins and stiff sponge. Joshua didn't make Riku pull out until he was soft enough to slide free and Joshua could fall to his side. Riku couldn't figure out how the blonde wasn't panting like he was. Maybe it was a god thing.

"We'll find a portal back for you tomorrow. Top of one oh four."

Riku let out a genuine laugh. "Really? That's all you have to say after that?"

"What did you expect? We fucked. You and I both know there were no strings attached. You fuck good and you have an amazing cock. One I could get used to. But I'm not. Because you don't belong here and I don't need you here."

The words didn't hurt. He was right, after all. With a groan he got to his feet and stretched, wiped futilely at the jizz on his pants before tucking his limp dick away. "Yeah. You're right." He paused, "thanks for the distraction." And his smirk landed on Joshua's own twisted little smile.

"Yeah, it'll do."