Author's Note: For Hydra, who has been encouraging me on here since I started writing, to show my appreciation. Your reviews have been lovely, and I'm really grateful to you for taking the time to read what I've written over the past year or so. Thanks for all the PMs lately and especially for the fun hypnosis suggestion. I hope this works. : D

I must apologize for the inaccuracies concerning hypnotism in this fic, though. All I can really say is that it's just for fun, and keep in mind that it's mostly from Riku's POV, so he doesn't really know what's happening either. :p I must also apologize for the title. I just don't know…

Warnings: Boys kissing, a little of bit language.

Disclaimer: The characters aren't my creation.

Toy Sora

- For Hydra390 -

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Riku blinked, his perfectly shaped eyes—the iridescent aqua ones that stood out so brightly from behind dark lashes—opening and closing in disbelief. What the…? His best friend, a normally sane and generally well-mannered brunette, was currently perched upon a stool… chirping? Flapping his slender arms as if… he was a bird trying to take off? Yes, that was undoubtedly what was occurring right before Riku's very own, very pretty eyes.

"Wha… What did you guys do?" he asked the two girls on his right.

"We hypnotized him," Selphie explained happily.

"Wanna know what else he does?" Kairi offered, sounding very much like she was referring to a child's toy, not a teenaged boy.

"You hypnotized him… With that spoon?" Riku questioned, staring sceptically at the utensil in the girl's hand.

"Oh, yeah. It was easy," the redhead assured him, waving the piece of tarnished metal back and forth as a demonstration. "Sora's very susceptible to such things. Let us show you what he does now."

Riku wasn't altogether certain that he approved of the tone of either girl's voice. Selphie sounded far too amused, and Kairi much too eager. Beside Sora, there lay an open book, the pages of which were filled with talk of the unconscious and had apparently supplied the information needed to hypnotize a certain, susceptible brunette. You've got to be kidding me, Riku thought, scanning the text.

"You're serious?" The only consciously-aware boy in the room did in fact realize that everything he was saying was coming out a question, but he couldn't help it. The entire situation just left him incredulous.

Selphie spoke up this time; in an almost businesslike manner she said, "Of course we're serious. Hypnosis is a very common practice, Riku, often used in therapy to treat a variety of conditions." Then she issued a simple, albeit stern command by tapping her foot on the linoleum floor.

To the girls' delight, and Riku's visible horror, Sora obeyed the unspoken instructions, sliding off the barstool and hopping past them on one foot. The slim boy jumped a circle around his companions, though not of his own volition, and then slumped back on the chair to gaze vacantly at nothing in particular.

"B-but," Riku stammered wearily, "this isn't therapy. This is your basement, and he's going to have more problems when you're done if you keep this up."

"I don't know, Riku…" Selphie mused, a conspiratorial tone obvious in her voice. "I think you're overlooking the possibilities here."

"Sora's under our control," Kairi pointed out. "We could make him do anything. Now… What would you like Sora to do, Riku? Maybe… He should…"

Selphie finished for her more restrained friend, "Kiss you. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Riku?"

"We wouldn't mind seeing it either," was added by the other female.

"You guys…" Riku moaned, very much regretting his decision to visit Kairi on this day. He'd thought she understood how intensely he desired to keep his feelings for Sora private, but apparently he had been mislead. And now that she'd evidently let Selphie in on the secret, he could only imagine what schemes they'd devise in the future, but he wasn't going to have any part in this one. No. Not today. "That's enough. Put him back to normal now."

"What would a tiny peck hurt?" Selphie asked.

This by followed another cunning voice: "What difference could a little kiss make?"

"I can't. That's not—"

"Riku, don't be so noble," Kairi cut in.

"Yeah!" Selphie seconded. "Don't bother. As soon as we're all old enough to drink, you're just going to get him drunk and experiment then. Which is worse, really? A little kiss? Or a drunken make-out session that could lead to who knows what?"

"What? I am not going to get—"

"Sure, Riku. Sure. Look at him. He looks kind of nice like this, don't you think? That's a great shirt—fits him nicely, doesn't it, Riku? Don't his eyes look pretty like that? Almost inviting, pleading… Aren't his lips red, Riku? I bet they're soft…"

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Out of the corner of his eye, Riku cautiously spared a glance at Sora. Selphie was right. The brunette was all enticement and desirability, even in his current state. His body looked so relaxed, like it could just melt into whoever touched it, and then they could both be content forever. The serenity had spread to his face, those fair features now completely free of worry. So peaceful, almost compliant… possibly eager… Riku wanted to be a part of that; he wanted to slip into Sora's mind, into his heart, and swallow up all that willingness until it surrounded him in return.

So much for caution—the older boy was outright staring now.

He thought for a moment. He could… get kissed by Sora or… just not get kissed by Sora like every other day of his life. Not much of a choice, really. Did he honestly care that his friend was hypnotized, after spending two years of high school admiring those temptingly lush lips, wondering if they were possibly as petal soft as they looked? And what was the harm? Kairi and Selphie obviously weren't going to judge him; it had been their idea entirely.

"Will he know?"

"No."

"Well…" Riku sighed, his resolve crumbling. "Just… Don't make him use his tongue or anything. I don't think he'd want that."

A strange cold sensation moved through him as he gave in, painfully aware that he was taking advantage of the situation. He really shouldn't… but not knowing what it felt like to kiss Sora was killing him. It tore him up every time Sora found a new girlfriend to make out with, and it really hurt when the brunette teased him, flirting gleefully but with no real intention behind those actions. It bothered Riku as a matter of principle, too. He was Sora's best friend, so why were all these girls getting to taste a part of the boy that he had never? Of course, he knew his logic was slightly wrapped, but he couldn't help feeling a little bit possessive over the boy he'd known since birth.

Kairi bit her lip uncertainly as Riku thought all this through, but Selphie showed no such indecision, snapping her fingers briskly.

At the sound, Sora perked up and stepped forward, closing the gap between him and the object of his ordered desire all too quickly. Oh God, Riku thought weakly, closing his eyes, not wanting to see the blank, hypnotized countenance on that usually expressive face. This wasn't how he wanted it at all, but those fill lips were so near; another half-second and they would be—there, right against his.

Riku's head spun in response to the touch. He felt himself go weak as a torrent of buried feelings rushed to the surface, manifesting themselves in the return kiss. How often had he wanted to do just this? It was almost perfect. The little sparks, the thrills that ran through him were more enjoyable than he'd ever imagined they would be. Kissing Sora was amazing. No one else made him feel like this.

All the previous unease surrounding the situation seeped away as Riku was backed up against the wall; with Sora so close and seemingly so willing, it was impossible to think of such minor details as consent. For those moments, it didn't matter that the brunette hadn't made his own decision to act. All Riku could bring himself to care about was how desperately he wanted to reciprocate the kiss, reaching up and entangling his slender fingers in a mass of soft spikes.

Sora's mouth shifted softly against his, then pressed harder before sweeping down and parting to suck his lower lip. The younger boy's tongue darted out, licking a quick path of saliva along a plush mound of flesh, drawing a low noise from Riku, who hadn't been able to suppress the moan. Sora took it as an invitation to proceed seamlessly into an open-mouthed kiss. As much as the move surprised the taller boy, it was more amazing to him to find that their mouths fit together like missing pieces, their tongues searching out a stronger connection. The taste was equally astounding—sweet as grenadine, though Riku couldn't conceive of why—and it only served to heighten the pleasure of their embrace.

As the length of contact drew out, Riku dared to think for a just split second that there was something real about the way Sora's body was pressing flush against his, causing all those sharp jolts in the pit of his stomach. No one should be able to kiss that deep and thorough and complete without meaning it. For the time it was Riku and Sora, and Sora and Riku, and they really were together. He could let himself go…

Without thinking, Riku shifted one hand, removing it from Sora's cinnamon-brown locks to slide it down his companion's back. Blissfully lost in the kiss, he slipped his hand into the boy's back pocket, giving Sora's ass just a slight squeeze, cupping enough to feel how firm and yet still yielding the flesh there was. His grasp drew a whimper from the otherwise silent boy, which in turn sent a harsh ripple of reality through Riku's mind.

He had to stop; he was the only one who had control of his own body right now, however tenuous it was. Fuck. Silently cursing his lack of self-restraint, Riku turned his head to the side and tore his lips from Sora's, looking back a second later to stare at the ravished brunette helplessly.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry," Riku apologized, though he wasn't sure why—Sora wasn't even conscious of what they'd just done—and couldn't bring himself to say anything more.

Sora wasn't listening either, having taken Riku's anxious silence for a chance to start sucking on the older boy's neck. Lean muscles tensed in response. It was becoming too much, the horrible tease, and Riku swore as his throat was lapped at, settling his gaze on Kairi and Selphie, who were currently whispering to each other rather gleefully.

"Hey! That's enough. You guys have to stop him."

"Oh, yeah, okay," Selphie muttered distractedly, snapping her fingers once… And then again when nothing happened… And again to no avail. "What the hell…?"

"You're not doing it right," Kairi informed her friend immediately, offering her own ineffective snap. Then she stared at her fingers and made a high questioning noise that sounded like, "Hhhn?"

"Oh, uhhh… We'll be back, Riku."

"What? No. Ah, God," Riku moaned amidst his speech as Sora outright nipped at the delicate curve of his collar bone. He shuddered and wondered if his friend was always this eager, or if it was just the hypnosis doing most of the talking, before forcing himself to focus again. "You can't leave. He needs to come up for—ngh, Sora—air."

Selphie raised and lowered her hands in a placating sort of gesture, backing out of the room with Kairi as she said, "Don't worry about it, Riku. I mean, it looks like you're both enjoying it… We're just gonna ask Kairi's neighbour about this."

"Yeah, we got the book from her. We'll be right back," Kairi squeaked as she and Selphie both turned and bolted out the door.

"Great…" Riku muttered, resignedly tilting his head back and granting more access to his throat. It didn't even feel good anymore. Well, that was a lie—it felt incredible—but Riku couldn't keep his thoughts from wandering to the understanding that it was wrong. A very low feeling sunk into the pit of his stomach.

To his relief, though, it wasn't much longer before Sora seemed to grow tired—apparently even hypnotized people had a limit—and slumped a bit, leaning into his friend's chest. Riku looked down sadly, wondering how Sora was going to react to all this when he regained consciousness. In that instant, it really felt as though everything, their lifelong friendship, had been ruined for a kiss. He honestly wouldn't blame Sora if he never spoke to him again.

However, "Riku," was murmured, albeit to no response.

God, he'd molested his best friend.

"Riku."

He'd let Kairi and Selphie force the other boy into it.

"Riku."

Sora hadn't even wanted it.

"Riku."

But Riku had really, really enjoyed it.

"Riku!"

The sound of his own name suddenly registered with Riku's overworked mind. Wait. Since when did hypnotized-Sora talk?

"Sora?"

The sight of clear and focused eyes locking with his permitted Riku to relax, but only for split second as that relief was soon overtaken by more dread. Oh, God, how was he going to explain this? Sora was still in his arms, and the boy's lips remained dangerously close to a pale column of throat that was practically glistening with his spit. Riku was sure his own mouth was as swollen and obviously abused as Sora's. It couldn't have been more undeniably apparent that they had just kissed each other breathless.

"Riku, it's ok—"

"Sora, I'm so sorry," Riku murmured ashamedly before that sentence could be completed. "You were hyp—"

There was a laugh, and then Sora interrupted with, "I wasn't hypnotized, you goof," shaking his head as he spoke. "If you'd let me explain…"

"W-What? Sora... But… I saw…"

"You think Kairi and Selphie could really hypnotize me with a spoon and some instructions from a book they found at a garage sale?"

Again, Riku blinked rather uncontrollably, his mind working hard to process just what this most unexpected twist meant. "What? Why would you? Sora…"

"Because I've wanted to kiss you for practically as long as you've wanted to kiss me. If you hadn't spent so much time trying to convince yourself that I wouldn't possibly return your feelings, maybe you'd have noticed how blatantly I've been flirting with you lately."

"I did notice, but I didn't think…"

"Why, because we're both guys? Why would that matter to me, Riku?"

"Maybe because you seemed pretty damn straight," Riku muttered, though the hint of bitterness in his voice was directed more at himself than Sora.

"Well… It took me a while to figure it out completely, but you're my best friend, and you're impossibly attractive," Sora sighed, reaching for a strand of Riku's soft-shine-silver hair, twirling it around his finger. "I think you're gorgeous. I don't want to pretend otherwise anymore."

"So you…?"

"Played along with Kairi and Selphie, knowing you were coming over, and that they'd try something like that."

This was unusually clever. A most cunningly crafted plot, indeed. Amidst his incredulity, Riku experienced a sudden wave of appreciation towards Sora, coupled with a burst of affection. The brunette had always been so much better with emotions and acting on than him; it was one of things Riku loved most about his friend.

"I can't believe you fell for it," Sora teased, breaking into the older boy's thoughts brightly.

"You were hopping around on one foot like an idiot!"

"I guess I just like you that much," Sora said with a shrug, and there was something so adoring in his smile that Riku swallowed his retort, deciding instead that he should express how overwhelmingly lucky he felt.

"I'm glad you like me enough to act like an overgrown bird."

"Yeah… I'm glad you like me enough to not be totally put off by that."

Riku averted his eyes a bit, looking down to where Sora's hands were beginning to entwine with his, as he confessed, "I guess I thought you were kind of cute the whole time, jumping around and all that."

"Well, I thought you looked beautiful, standing there, struggling with your resolve. It's very becoming, Riku, when you try to be honourable but fail."

"How was I supposed to resist?" Riku asked softly, threading his fingers fully into Sora's.

"I thought you were going to for a moment. I was dying to say something."

"You should have. I felt really guilty, taking advantage of you like that."

Sora made a forgivingly contented little noise and pressed his hips against Riku's encouragingly, "Mmm, you can kiss me for real now."

"Yeah?"

"Of course."

Riku grinned, taking a moment to admire how those cerulean eyes really sparkled at him before he inclined his head to oblige and brush his lips over Sora's, just lightly at first, then applying a little more pressure to the tender flesh beneath his. It was immeasurably more pleasing knowing that Sora was really returning his feelings and would be his to kiss tomorrow, and next day, and for as long as Riku cared to think.

This was the position they were locked in when the girls returned, now accompanied by Kairi's blonde friend and neighbour Namine. The pose was, of course, virtually identical to the one they'd been left in, and so no one thought anything of it. It was still just hypnotized-Sora kissing a rather uncertain but fortunate Riku. To walk in on them doing something other than making out would have been more distressing to the three females.

"Okay, this shouldn't be a problem," Namine calmly assured the group, clapping her hands instead of snapping her fingers.

But instead of returning to consciousness, Sora rapidly shot out a hand and cupped Riku's crotch.

"Woah," the victim of the molestation intoned, backing up against the wall. "Hands above the waist for now, Sora."

"But you groped me earlier," Sora protested instinctively, not yet thinking about what he'd just done.

"That's besides the—Hey!" Riku cried out indignantly as he roughly grabbed between the legs yet again.

"I'm sorry. I swear I didn't—"

Sora stopped shorted and they both turned to the three girls, who were now whispering rather quickly, their tones finally denoting a hint of concern.

"Holy shit... They actually freaking hypnotized me," he muttered in disbelief to Riku, before turning to his other friends. "Selphie, fix this!"

Riku's mouth hung open a bit, before he closed it slowly and mentally ran through the possibilities. Finally something wry twisted on his lips and a subtle slyness shone in his eyes as he found himself asking the very same question he'd been so set against earlier.

"What else does he do?"

"Riku!"

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End notes: XD;; So much different from what I—and Hydra, too—had originally imagined, but hopefully it was… fun… or something. Thanks again, hun! You should all be cool like Hydra and review. xP Please.