Disclaimer: Sora! That mean pasty white jerk will never have you! Now, if only Squeenix would unfortunately, Fujihisa isn't mine, either. He belongs to Narumi, Sugai Aya, and a ton of other manga…people…things. And most importantly, one line here was borrowed, with changes, from Twig's A Long, Hard Road. If you've read her beautiful fic, you'll know it when you get to it, as it was simply an unforgettable line, and its purpose here is both for plot, and to pay homage to that wonderful story.

Author's Notes: So, a while ago (a long while ago), I promised The Writer a gift fic. Unfortunately for me, I had absolutely no idea what to write. And then I found Happy Play on Hack the Mainstream's website. It's not that it was the most well-written or well-drawn manga in the world; hell, in essence it really wasn't more than a PWP. But the consent issues found therein intrigued me. Or rather, the way they were dismissed, and how so little attention was paid to the aftereffects. From there, Riku and Sora replaced Narumi and Fujihisa in my mind, and I decided that I had to write it. So there ya go.

Warnings: Somewhat dubious consent, bordering on noncon. More so in the first chapter than any others. Do not read unless you're comfortable with the fact that this relationship does not begin healthily.

This is dedicated, of course, to the lovely The Writer You Fools, for whom this shoddy little five-shot was written.

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Chapter One: A Blossoming Virgin's Aesthetic

There were very few things on this good green earth that Sora Fujihisa disliked, fewer that he hated, and only one or two that he outright loathed.

Sora hated bumblebees. You couldn't really fault him, because he was deathly allergic to the little buggers, and broke out in hives, rashes, and warts if he was so much as tapped by said insects. Remember that little blond kid from My Girl? Weak.

He also hated the color pink, much to Kairi's chagrin. Had since his fifth birthday party when crazy uncle Xemnas decked the halls with boughs of poppies. And not the normal red kind, either. To this day, Sora's eyes started twitching upon even seeing the color. Seifer, in one of his rare fits of human decency, had taken it upon himself to sneak into the redhead's house and burn every article of pink clothing she possessed.

The scar on his face? That was all Kairi.

He was also vaguely aware that he hated cruelty to animals, the burning of the rainforest, and the bird flu. Since Sora was only a college sophomore, however, none of these dislikes played a large part in his thought processes, and he continued living life happily enough.

No, when all was said and done, there were very few things in life that Sora Fujihisa hated. Riku Narumi was one of them.

"And so, if one examines 'in Just-' it becomes evident that Cummings created the poem as a portrayal of innocence, using a child's language and the merging of names, which itself implies-"

In the back row of the small classroom, Roxas slumped further into his seat, laying his ruffled blond head onto the desk.

"Damn," he yawned, stretching his arms forward and flexing his fingers. "Why won't Riku just shut up? The professor asked for a comment, not a thorough analysis on syntax or symbolism or whatever. There is such a thing as too much information." Thumping his head lightly on the desk, he turned to look at the slim boy slouched in the seat beside him.

"Oi, Sora?" he asked, lolling his head slightly along the desk. "You okay over there?"

The little brunet sitting next to him moaned, rubbing at his eyes irritably with one fist. "Yeah," he sighed. "I'm fine. Just wondering what could have been possessing me when I signed up for an honors literature class. I should've known that he'd be here."

Roxas shrugged. "You're good at English," he whispered, shooting a furtive glance at the teacher, who had begun speaking again. "You're just always so distracted-"

"Always been that way," Sora sighed, leaning his head back onto the wall. "I'd just rather be outside. Look at how pretty it is out there," he smiled, nodding towards the window. "Much better than this smelly, dingy old-"

"Sora? Is there anything you'd like to share with the room?"

Sora flinched and looked upward. Professor Zexion was standing there calmly, tapping his laser pointer idly on one arm. He sighed and chanced a glance at Roxas, but his blond twin had his nose buried in the textbook, a small smirk pulling his lips upward. Rolling his eyes internally, Sora smiled sheepishly.

"Not really, Professor," he began slowly. "I was just…err…wondering why the 'm' in the phrase 'balloonMan' was capitalized at the end. It kinda…emphasizes the fact that the balloon man is an adult, which could sorta add an aura of…sexuality to the poem right? Which, I guess, sorta disagrees with what Riku said about the total innocence of the piece."

Zexion raised a delicate eyebrow but nodded grudgingly, resuming his position at the head of the class. Sora grinned at Roxas and mouthed the word 'SparkNotes,' surreptitiously sneaking glances at the professor. The blond smirked back and rolled his eyes, dropping his head back onto the desk.

Sora sighed and again turned his face towards the window. Damn. He'd give anything to be outside right now, playing and running with Roxas and Tidus and the rest. Anywhere but here, in this small, crowded classroom where the air was stale and the heaters were blasting and where Riku was sitting - not ten feet away - just slouching and glaring and staring-

He shuddered and glanced quickly to the side, frowning at the white-haired upperclassmen sprawled in his seat three rows ahead. There had always been something wrong about the cocky junior, something just off, and it grated on Sora's nerves like nothing else had ever been able to do. Everything about him - from the perfectly coiffed hair, to the proud tilt of his head, to the lean muscles flexing with every movement the older boy made - rubbed Sora the wrong way.

Sora really wasn't a mean person, and when he'd first come to grips with his intense dislike of the upperclassman, he'd fallen into a veritable depression of 'Oh no, the road to becoming a psycho mad-axe murderer begins like this!' There really was no logical reason as to why Sora hated Riku so much - he just did. The sky was blue, a burger was greasy, and Sora hated Riku. It was one of the facts of life, and Sora could no more contest it than he could wake up with a normal head of hair.

Sora thought it was destiny. Roxas insisted it the keyblade wedged up Riku's ass.

The small brunet sighed and lolled his head backwards. Whatever the reason, it was giving him an ulcer. Everywhere he looked, there was Riku, and this was stranger than one might have thought. They were in college, in one of the largest and most acclaimed undergraduate universities this side of the northern hemisphere. Riku had no right to be as omnipresent as he apparently was. They moved in different circles; Sora had no idea why they continued colliding.

On the one hand, there was Sora - the school's sweetheart. He was that rare sort who made friends everywhere, and not the fair-weather kind who'd turn tail at the first sound of sirens. Sora was upbeat, kind, with the largest smile and widest eyes anyone had ever seen. Intelligent enough, if a bit of a daydreamer, but he simply wouldn't be Sora - Hollow Bastion's little sky-boy - if he was anything but.

And then on the flip side, there was Riku. Cocky, arrogant, brilliant Riku who seduced with a single breath and who never gave anyone a second glance. Because he was simply so much better than everyone else; why should he give anyone the time of day?

Sora groaned internally. Everything about Riku's very presence offended him on some deep, instinctive level. It was made worse by the fact that Riku seemed omnipresent, and everywhere he looked the upperclassman would be standing there, staring at him with those deep sea-green eyes.

'Like now,' he thought, frowning. The older boy had shifted in his seat, his empty gaze focused on Sora. The first few times, Sora had written it off, simply believing that Riku had been dreaming and needed somewhere to rest his eyes. And then it had happened again, and again; lately, the nape of his neck would find itself prickling more often than not.

What irritated Sora the most was that Riku never seemed to be feeling anything when he stared at the little brunet. A glare he could handle, a sneer he could laugh at, but Riku's face was always kept perfectly blank, and Sora could never read the emotions in the other boy's eyes.

He furrowed his brow, the corners of his mouth dropping severely and nose crinkling in distaste. God, why wouldn't Riku just look away? And then the white-haired boy blinked, and just like that the uncomfortable staring contest was brought to an end.

Beside him, Roxas blinked one bleary eye open to look at his twin brother. "Sora. You look angry."

Sora squeezed his eyes shut. "False."

A raised eyebrow. "He did it again, didn't he?"

The brunet nodded, just once. "Yeah. I hate it. I hate him."

Roxas's eyes narrowed and he shot a glare at the back of Riku's head. "I know you do," he muttered quietly. "It's Riku I worry about."

Sora frowned curiously. "What on earth are you-"

"Boys? In case you haven't noticed, class is over."

The twins jerked simultaneously upright, staring around wildly. Zexion was standing there, face schooled perfectly blank, but with an almost amused gleam in his eye. "I'm flattered that you both enjoy my class enough to try and extend it for an extra five minutes, but unlike the two of you, I actually have a life."

Sora grinned and grabbed his book bag, Roxas clambering to his feet beside him. "What life, Zexy?" he asked smarmily. "You're at our house 24/7."

"He's right, you know," Roxas added quietly, a soft smirk tilting his lips. "You're life consists of nothing but teaching, eating, and sexing our older brother up."

"Demyx told us to invite you over tonight, by the way," Sora continued, beaming. "He's cooking. And the construction is done. His room is now sound-proof. The pair of you can drop your pants whenever you want, and it won't bother us any."

"His bed is still broken, however," Roxas said thoughtfully. "I thought that only happened in pornos."

"We carried the coffee table in, though. We figured that was enough horizontal surface for you two."

"Wouldn't do for Demyx to get rug burn, now, would it?" Roxas muttered, grinning ferally.

"If the two of you are done discussing my sex life," Zexion seethed, "I'd appreciate it. I do, as the pair of you so aptly reminded me, have an appointment with your brother and his coffee table. So if you'd be kind enough to leave?"

"No problem, Zexion," Sora laughed, slinging his bag over one shoulder and making after Roxas, who was already halfway to the door and chuckling quietly to himself. "We'll see you at dinner."

Zexion nodded, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "Of course," he murmured. "But Sora?"

The brunet turned slightly, glancing once at Roxas in apology. He shrugged in question, and the older man continued.

"I was speaking with Professor Vexen a few days ago. He said that you were barely passing Chemistry."

Sora smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his forehead. He opened his mouth to speak, but Roxas was already interrupting.

"You're almost failing Chem 31?" he asked angrily. "Why'd you never say anything? I could work with you!"

Both Sora and Zexion raised slim eyebrows. "Dude," Sora said. "You suck at science."

"Sora's right, Roxas," Zexion agreed. "I know you managed a B in the class last semester, but that was with a bell curve, and there's no way you're familiar enough with the material to teach Sora. If you wanted," he continued, pausing to glance at the brunet, "I could set you up with a tutor."

Sora frowned, but shrugged noncommittally. "I wouldn't mind," he said slowly. "I guess it just depends on who it is."

"Well," Zexion said, gathering his papers, "I always thought that Riku was the best-"

"No."

Zexion ground to a halt, staring at the two young boys who'd just spoken in unison.

"Sora doesn't really get along with Riku," Roxas sighed grudgingly. When Zexion raised his eyebrows, the blond continued. "There's really no reason. Sora just clashes with him."

Had Zexion been a lesser man, he'd have choked. "Sora? Sora's clashing with somebody? A real, live human being?"

"I'm standing right here," Sora muttered irritably. "And no, I don't like him."

"Alright," Zexion said, nodding slowly. "Okay. Well, we can find someone else. Have either of you met Axel? He's pretty good, too. Probably has something to do with the fact that he gets to play with flammable chemicals. I'll set up a meeting later."

Sora nodded, switching his book bag from one shoulder to the other. "Right. Just tell me at dinner tonight, and I'll meet with whoever you want. "

Zexion nodded and waved his two students off. "Okay. You two get out of here. I'll see you later."

Roxas and Sora nodded, lifting hands in a wave before they disappeared out the door and down the hall.

Once out of earshot, Roxas sighed. "Damn. We're already late for lunch."

"They'll wait for us."

"Yeah, but Hayner'll be mad. He could eat a chocobo, that one."

Sora snorted. "Well, hurry up then!" he shouted, breaking into a run. "Can't keep your best friend waiting!"

"Too late for that," a low voice called. Roxas and Sora both ground to a halt, turning in the direction of the speaker. A tall, slim blond was standing there, smirking slightly with his hands resting on his waist.

"Took you two long enough," Hayner muttered. "We were getting bored."

Roxas and Sora shot each other sheepish looks and laughed. "Sorry," Sora grinned. "Zexy wanted sex advice."

"Turns out Demyx isn't quite satisfied-"

"And since the two of us are just so invested in their happiness-"

"Demy-kins being our brother, after all-"

"We figured we'd help the guy out."

Hayner grimaced and squeezed his eyes shut. "Dude. I have Zexion as a professor next fall. I really don't wanna know what he does at night."

Roxas flashed his friend a smirk. "Neither did we. And then they left their door open."

"If you guys are done," a tan redhead interrupted, "We'd like to go to lunch. We can talk about the joys of gay sex after I've got something in my stomach."

"Didn't know you swung that way, Wakka!" a short brunette piped from beside him. "And all these years I thought you liked Lulu."

Sora smiled softly to himself. This was his life, and he wouldn't have it any other way - surrounded by the best friends anyone could ever have and happier than he could imagine being. Wakka and Tidus and Selphie, whom he'd known since childhood. Hayner, Pence, and Olette, roommates and hall mates, and the nicest people he'd ever met. Roxas. And Kairi, of course.

"It's nice, isn't it?" the small redhead murmured softly, sidling up beside him.

"We never thought we'd be here, did we?" he whispered, shooting her a sidelong glance. "Remember when we were kids, playing on our island? We'd dream of escaping, of going somewhere else. We made it, didn't we?"

Kairi smiled and ruffled his hair. "Yeah. We did."

They grinned at each other and slung their arms around the other's shoulders comfortably. "Come on, you lazy bums!" Kairi laughed, pulling Sora along. "Standing around won't fill up my stomach any quicker!"

"You eat more than the rest of us," Hayner muttered. "What kind of girl are you?"

"A growing one."

"With a freakish metabolism."

"Are we leaving yet?"

"We've been moving for the last two minutes, idiot, in case you haven't noticed!"

Roxas sighed and shot a grin at Sora. "Yes," he quipped. "These are the people we willingly choose to hang out with."

"It was your idea," Sora beamed. "I had nothing to do with it."

"Oh, God," Hayner interrupted out of nowhere, grimacing. "It's him."

The group turned towards Hayner questioningly. The tall blond's face had twisted in an expression of deepest loathing, and he nodded irritably to their right. "Check it out. The bitch from hell."

Sora followed Hayner's line of sight, and the muscles in his jaw clenched. Of course. Riku. Everywhere he went, it had to be Riku.

"It's a freakin' huge campus," Tidus grouched. "Why does he always come to our café?"

"It's not like we've got a monopoly on the place," Selphie sighed, snuggling into his side. "He's got as much of a right to come here as we do."

"Don't have to like it, Selph," Hayner moaned. "Come on. Let's just keep walking."

Sora sighed, dropping his arm from around Kairi's shoulder. Riku always seem to arrive at the small, backwater café in conjunction with their group, much to Sora's chagrin. It was just one of those things. He shot Roxas a despairing look, rolling his eyes. The blond answered it with an annoyed one, but shrugged helplessly.

"Wait," Tidus suddenly cried, holding a hand out to halt his friends. "Kairi? Where are you going?"

The group turned as one towards the little redhead, who had begun walking away, stalking towards the white-haired upperclassman and coming to a halt in front of him, arms akimbo.

"What does she think she's doing?" Hayner hissed. "We don't talk to him!"

Sora frowned, his mouth thinning faintly. Hayner was right; none of their group ever talked to Riku. Whether or not they actually disliked him wasn't the point. Sora hated him, Roxas hated him, Hayner hated him, and out of respect for their feelings the rest of their close-knit group stayed away.

"Oh no," Olette suddenly moaned, abruptly grabbing onto Pence's arm. "She can't be…she couldn't possibly be-"

"Oi, Riku," Kairi said, her face uncharacteristically solemn. "Do you have a minute?"

The tall boy's face tightened, and he shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'm speaking with you right now, aren't I?" he asked quietly, one eyebrow raising in what could only be interpreted as mockery. Kairi sighed, clasping her hands behind her back and leaning forward slightly.

"I don't wanna do this," she muttered, "but I promised. D'you know Myrna? She lives on the third floor of Corel - the very last dorm on the quad? She said she was in your econ class." When Riku nodded slowly, she continued.

"Yeah. Well, she wants to meet you to talk about the project. Over dinner. Like, a date. She'd have asked you herself, but-"

"No."

Kairi raised an eyebrow, and her frown deepened. "She's really nice. And she honestly likes you."

Riku shrugged and turned away. "It doesn't matter to me," he murmured. "I have no feelings for her. It'd be a waste of time. Tell her that we'll meet at the library, just like we'd agreed."

The slim red-head's eyes narrowed. "Sora was right about you," she called angrily at the upperclassman's retreating back. "You really are a heartless bastard."

There was only the slightest pause in Riku's step before he continued on, disappearing into the mass of students.

Kairi groaned, tossing her head back and running irritated fingers through her short red hair. "God," she muttered. "You try and do a good deed, and you end up with a fistful of man-bitch on one side and a handful of sobbing woman on the other. Damn. Why did I sign up for this?"

"That's what I'd like to ask," Roxas groused, walking up to his friend, the rest of their group following closely behind him. "What did you think would happen?" he asked angrily. "Riku's never given anyone a second look."

"Poor girl," Hayner sighed. "Did she really think that Riku would ever agree to anything that could possibly show a bit of humanity?"

"It's not her fault," Olette proclaimed fervently. "Myrna's a transfer, she just arrived at the beginning of spring semester. She doesn't know how Riku is, she couldn't know-"

"She'd be better off with Barret," Kairi muttered. "He's obsessed with her, and he doesn't have a stick up his ass."

"The ROTC guy? I thought he was with that Shalua girl."

"No," Selphie chimed in, scratching her chin thoughtfully. "They were together for a few weeks last semester, but there was nothing there. Come to think of it, I have seen him carrying Myrna's books for her every now and then-"

"I hate him."

All heads swiveled towards Sora, staring in surprise. The little brunet was frowning fiercely at the spot where Riku had once stood, his soft face crinkled in uncharacteristic anger. "Riku-fucking-Narumi. I hate him," he repeated. "Who the hell does he think he is? She just wanted a date, she just wanted to get to know him better; it was the least he could have done!"

"Sora," Tidus began slowly. "None of us like him, but aren't you overreacting a bit?"

"No!" Sora shouted angrily. "I'm not! Riku's never cared about anyone but himself, and he's never paused to think about how other's feel. He has girl after girl throwing themselves at him, and he just flings them off without even a proper apology or explanation. He doesn't have to like them, but he's always so impolite, always so high and mighty, he never stops to think-"

"Sora!" Roxas bit out sharply. "Calm down!"

"I won't calm down! Riku's always thought he's the best at everything. He never admits he's wrong, he never says anything to anybody, he never gives anyone the time of day!"

"That's just Riku," Olette murmured placatingly. "You can't change people like that, you just have to go through life ignoring 'em."

"Let it go," Wakka said, shoving Sora's shoulder lightly. "He's a bastard, ya? But you don't have to let him get-."

"Sora?" Roxas interrupted, eyebrows drawing together. He lifted a hand and placed it on his older brother's shoulder, clutching tightly. "Please?"

Sora said nothing for a moment, his eyes squeezed shut and his fists clenched. When he spoke, it wasn't directed towards his brother.

"Pence?" he asked, turning towards his friend. "Do you have your camera?" When the shorter boy snorted and pulled it out of his book bag, Sora continued.

"Alright, I want you all to follow me. I'm gonna do something. Nothing dangerous, Roxas. I'm just gonna mess with his head a little. And I want you to be there to take a picture, Pence."

"Sora," Roxas began warningly, but his brother held up a hand.

"You can't stop me," he frowned. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Nothing bad will happen. I just want a picture of Riku's face when I'm done. It's just for the shock value, alright?"

And then Sora was moving, threading his way through the throng of students walking to their dorms and classes, and his group of friends had to push in order to keep up with him. It took more than five minutes before they spotted a head of white hair through the crowd, and then Sora started running.

"Oi! Narumi!" he shouted, waving a hand through the air. Riku's head jerked and he came to a halt, adjusting his book bag's strap over his shoulder and waiting for the small brunet to catch up. Sora drew to a halt in front of him and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Hey," he began. "I wanted to tell you something." Riku raised an eyebrow but said nothing, and Sora opened his mouth to continue.

"It's…it's just that I…I'd wanted…" and now his nerve was failing him? He'd been chasing after this arrogant son of a bitch for the last five minutes - he was gonna say his piece, dammit!

"If you don't have anything to say," Riku interrupted, eyes narrowing, "then don't bother calling for me." He turned around and made to continue on his way, and that was all the motivation Sora needed.

"Stop!" he shouted. "What I wanted to say is…" he took a deep breath to steady himself, and spoke.

"I like you, Riku. I really, really like you."

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Pence dropped the camera.

"Did he just say what I think he said?" Selphie whispered, her eyes unnaturally wide. "He didn't just-"

"No," Tidus whispered. "He couldn't have."

"Take the picture," Hayner managed to say through the mouthful of air he was swallowing. "Pence! Look at his face! Take the picture!"

"Oh Sora," Kairi whispered. "What are you doing?"

A resounding crack filled the air, and all heads turned towards Roxas. The blond was standing there, the pencil he was holding dropping to the floor in four small pieces.

"That idiot," he ground out through gritted teeth. "That fucking idiot."

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Sora really hoped Pence had taken the picture. Riku's face had gone slack, and his eyes were the size of golf balls. Immature or not, it'd be enough to give him a few laughs for a week or so. He grinned to himself. 'Mission accomplished.'

Riku suddenly moved, his hands outstretching towards him, and Sora couldn't help but take a step back. Oh God. He hadn't counted on the upperclassman freaking over the prank. God, he should have thought this out further, he should have-

"I'm sorry!" he shouted, shoulders raising in an instinctive effort to shield himself, taking a step backward and wondering if it'd be bad sportsmanship to land a punch before the older man had a chance to do the same. "I didn't mean it! Just forget I said anything!"

And then Riku's hands slid around his shoulders, clutching Sora to his body. "I won't forget it," he whispered fervently, burying his nose in the brown hair. "I already heard it."

Every muscle in Sora's body froze. "N-narumi?" he asked, voice quavering. "What are you doing?"

"Shh," Riku said quietly. "Don't worry. I like you, too."

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"Fuck!" Roxas screamed. "What does that bastard think he's doing?" He grabbed his books and headed towards the pair, but Kairi's hand snaked out to grip his arm.

"Stop!" she shouted. "Wait! We don't know what's happening, we have to wait!"

"Pence!" Hayner shrieked. "Snap the fucking picture!"

Pence snapped the picture.

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Sora went limp. "Wh...what?" he whispered. "That was a...a joke, right? You don't..."

Riku drew back, and his turquoise eyes were fever-bright in his flushed face. "Come on," he suddenly said. "Let's go." He grabbed Sora's wrist and began tugging, pulling him down the sidewalk. The motion was just enough for Sora to find his voice again.

"W-wait! What the hell are you doing? Where are we going?"

Riku laughed, but the sound was more of a strangled bark than anything else, as if his own vocal chords had tightened the way Sora's had. "Home," he answered. "We're going home. Please. Just..."

Sora shook his head. What was going on? Riku was dragging him, pulling him down the walkway, around students, up stairs and past lawns and what the hell, what the bloody flying fuck was going on? He could dimly hear Roxas yelling somewhere, but the noise wouldn't register. Oh, God. This wasn't a...it wasn't a lie.

The last two minutes had blurred inside his head until he couldn't tell what was real and what was a horrible, cruel nightmare. Something had happened, right? He'd been speaking to Kairi, to Roxas and Hayner and Tidus and the rest, and then he'd wanted to yell at Riku…and he'd found the taller boy, said something…had falsely confessed…but what then? What was going on? Why was Riku dragging him away, he couldn't have heard the upperclassman properly…

"I like you, too."

Sora shuddered, shaking his head violently. No. That was wrong. It was a lie. He felt like throwing up and squeezed his eyes shut against the nausea. This was all wrong. Why was he even following him?

He opened his mouth to shout, straightened his legs to dig his feet into the ground-

-turquoise eyes fever-bright in his flushed face-

"I like you, too."

Too.

He stumbled, and the older boy righted him almost immediately. Sora closed his eyes and let himself be led, mind a heaving kaleidescope, stomach churning painfully.

'It was a joke,' he would say. 'I'm sorry, it was just a joke. I didn't mean to...I didn't know...'

And then those green eyes would stare at him, wide and unblinking, and they would cloud over, and he couldn't, he couldn't.

Riku finally came to a halt, pulling Sora up a set of steps. "This is it," he said, voice shaking. "My dorm, I mean."

Sora shook his head, still dazed. No. This just...it was just some kind of dream, some horrible nightmare, yeah? This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening, and any minute now Roxas would be shaking him awake, and Zexion would be standing over him, frowning in irritation and telling him never to fall asleep in class again, his voice stern and disapproving and arrogant.

Riku drew a wallet shakily out of his pocket and pulled out a keycard, inserting it into the slot along the side of the wall. Sora dimly noticed that it took him a few tries; Riku's hands were trembling worse than his voice was.

"Come in," Riku said, but it was more of a statement than a request. He was already drawing the shorter boy inside, past the kitchens, down a hallway, climbing a set of stairs.

'Any minute now,' Sora thought agitatedly. 'I'll wake up any minute now.'

Riku's grip on Sora's wrist tightened, and he fumbled a door open. "This is my room," he almost gasped, pulling the brunet inside.

'Just you wait, any minute now…'

And then Riku's grip shifted downward, and he twined his fingers through Sora's, pushing him forward and depositing him on the large bed nestled in the farthest corner of the room. An involuntary gasp wrung itself form Sora's throat, but the sound disappeared in the creaking of the bedsprings. He tried to sit up but Riku was there, straddling his legs and gazing fervently - feverishly - into the blue eyes of the boy lying beneath him.

'Oh God, why won't I wake up?'

"What the fuck are you doing?" he gasped, trying to sit up. The older boy stared down at him, the muscles in his jaw working furiously. He opened his mouth to speak. Closed it. Tried again.

"Do you think we should follow the normal procedure first?" Riku asked, green eyes almost unnaturally bright.

Sora shook his head wildly, flexing his legs to try and regain some feeling in them. "What are you…normal procedure?" he asked. "What are you talking about?"

Riku shrugged nonchalantly, but the movement was belied by the way his entire body was stretched taut. "You know," he responded. "Dinner, parks, movies, talking on the phone…that sort of thing. Dating."

Sora surged upward, pushing against Riku's chest. "No!" he shouted. "We don't need to do any of that stuff! This is just-"

His eyes widened, and his mouth clamped shut almost of its own volition. Sora whined deep in his chest and brought his hands up to clutch his throat. Oh, God. He couldn't say it. But he had to. This was just a joke, this was just a mean, cruel prank to tease him. He had to say something.

'I lied. I hurt you. I didn't know. I didn't mean to. Please don't look at me like that. Why won't I wake up? I need to do something, I need to…'

Riku smiled, and the expression morphed his face into something serenely beautiful. "Good," he murmured. And then his lips descended onto Sora's, and the younger boy forgot how to think.

The lips above his were warm, insistent, pressing down on his own, massaging and caressing and Oh God, this isn't good, this isn't good, this is so not good…And though he should have been expecting it, - though he should have known - when Riku's tongue traced along the part of Sora's lips he gasped in shock, and the older boy took full advantage of the opening to slip the wet muscle inside.

Riku's tongue slid against Sora's own with an almost frightening intensity, wrapping and stroking, and if Sora moaned he'd never be able to remember it later. What he would remember were the tears brimming in his eyes and the feeling of not-quite nausea squeezing his stomach like a vice.

Riku pulled back slightly, his eyes staring down at Sora as if he'd never seen anything so magnificent. "Good," he repeated, breath coming in great gasps. "I agree. We'll have…we'll have plenty of time…we'll have forever for those things later."

Sora blinked, trying to clear his thoughts, "L-later?" he asked. "What…what are you-"

Riku's face suddenly swam out of focus, once again lowering, and Sora broke. "Stop!" he shouted angrily, pressing against the other boy's shoulders. "Narumi! Hold on a minute, you've got to sto-"

"Sora, please. Call me Riku," he mouthed against Sora's neck. "I want you to call out my first name, Sora," he whispered.

"How to address you is not the issue right now!" the brunet almost shrieked, pushing against Riku wildly. "You bastard! You're going too fast, God dammit!"

The white-haired boy sat up immediately, blinking down at him, face turning slightly to the side as if he meant to shake it but forgot to follow through with the motion. "I…" He took a gasping breath, lifting a hand then dropping it. His face lowered once more, slowly, and Sora couldn't think, he couldn't think. "It's because I've resisted for so long," he whispered. He flicked experimentally at the younger boy's neck with his tongue, then licked a wet path up and down, latching onto it, sucking once before backing away slightly. "So long…almost two years, since the first day…first day I saw you, your first day of school…the first day I ever saw you…"

Sora closed his eyes, his arms falling to his sides and his head spinning. This couldn't have gone so wrong so quickly. He just had to think…had to explain. Couldn't think, couldn't explain.

Riku took the flesh of Sora's neck between his lips, sucking hard. Sora shuddered, and the movement was all the encouragement Riku needed. His hands suddenly left the sides of the younger boy's face and began wandering, one slipping under Sora's shirt, running over the soft flesh, tugging the cloth up and around Sora's underarms. The other began working on jean buttons.

"So very long," Riku whispered. The hand snaked into his pants, wrapping around the flesh it found there. Sora arched off the bed.

"Stop it!" he sobbed frantically, pushing vainly against Riku's chest. He needed an answer, he needed…something, anything. "Dammit…stop it. Just…stop it."

Riku's mouth on his neck froze its ministrations and he sat up, but the hand continued moving, stroking up, down, slowing its pace but never stopping, and Sora sobbed, leaning into the movement even as tears slid down his cheeks.

"D-don't cry," Riku whispered shakily, his voice almost breaking. "If you don't want to…I'll let go, if you don't want…I'll go away, just…say something, huh?"

Sora said nothing. Later, when Riku's face buried itself between his legs and the small boy's groans filled the air, he'd wonder why. When Riku stopped and slipped one, two, three fingers inside, he'd toss his head back and wonder why. And when Riku grabbed the boy's thighs and bent them, draping the limbs over his own shoulders and sliding slowly into the younger boy's quivering body, Sora would wonder why. He'd repeat the words inside his mind time and again, and scream internally at the voice sobbing and crying out into the warm air.

His own voice, cracking and breaking as moan after moan was drawn from him.

'Because I really don't like you.'

"I love you," Riku sobbed hoarsely, clutching Sora's head to his chest even as he continued moving inside him. "I love you so much."

How had it turned out liked this? This wasn't the right thing to do. This wasn't…it wasn't…

Riku hit something deep inside him and Sora shrieked, hips jerking involuntarily and head falling back to reveal a milky white throat. The older boy moaned and buried his face there, his hands seeking out Sora's own and finding them, clasping and clenching and wrapping pale fingers around smaller, tanner ones and never letting go.

"I love you. Sora. Sora. I love you."

Sora said nothing.

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Author's End Notes: Firstly, the title is all thanks to The Writer You Fools; she suggested it, and I thought it was gorgeous. And the chapter titles are all lyrics to the chapter's theme song. That's right; my chapters have theme songs. Chapter One of Advanced Theory was written while listening to Kawabe Chieco's Sakura Kiss, also known as the Ouran High School Host Club opening song. It's the cutest, most catchy, most sugary, most feel-good thing, like, EVER. Though, in retrospect, it's a bit too happy for this particular chapter…Just a tad. /rolls eyes/

Dual, singing karaoke: R is for the way you look at me! E is for the only one I see! V is very very extraordinary! I is even more than anyone that you adore can…

Err. Nope. Doesn't fit. But you should review anyway! Or Riku will…err…I dunno. Lose Sora to Kairi, or something.