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Author's Notes: I'm sure when all of you on alerts open up your emails and discover that this is not the latest chapter of SGW, but a new one-shot in honor of FruchiSeka's (much belated) birthday, I'm sure that tomatoes will start flying in my general direction. /Bows in apology/ I began this a few weeks ago, and a short preview of it has been posted on my Livejournal for while, but…today, I was inspired. Or actually, I got so frustrated with certain things that I figured 'Whatever. I don't care if it's midnight. I'm gonna finish this, dammit.' Err…yeah. In other news, college is ending in about a month, which means Dual will have an entire summer to write. Hell yeah.
Dedication: To Ms. FruchiSeka, who writes some of the most interesting Riku/Sora dynamics I've had the privilege of reading. I hope you enjoy!
Snowball Melting
It was the sort of day you see sometimes in movies - the kind with a hot sun melting the last vestiges of snow upon the ground, plucky blades of grass peeking out from under their cover, and the first flowers of spring casting tremulous color upon the disappearing white.
It was the sort of day Sora had always enjoyed as a kid, the sort of day that made him want to run outside and grab the last bits of snow in a bundle and toss them at windows until their owners leaned out, cursing or laughing or gathering snow from their windowsills and hurling it back at him. In fact…if he could just grab a pair of gloves from his closet, maybe…
Sora's nose twitched. He froze, pinched it, squeezed his eyes shut, and tilted his head back. He would not sneeze, he would not-
"Achoo!"
Sora groaned and fell back onto his bed. This fucking sucked. And when one Sora Strife began expressing himself in expletives, you could be pretty sure that he wasn't exaggerating. He groaned nasally and curled himself tighter under the covers, tilting his head to the side to glare at his room.
It looked like a pigsty. The floor was covered in balled tissues, a giant tub of Vaseline was lying upended near his overflowing trashcan, and a gazillion plushies were scattered over the floorboards, courtesy of one redhead of a best friend who couldn't seem to understand that stuffed bunnies upset Sora's masculinity, dammit.
He pulled the bedspread over his head. He felt like shit, the room was in shambles, and he couldn't muster up the energy to close the window. And all this because he had the mother of all colds, and everyone was too busy to come by with a bottle of Tylenol.
'Damn,' he grumbled internally. 'I need a new group of best friends. All I ask for is a bit of love. Some cold medicine. An extra blanket. A can of chicken noodle, dammit.'
"Achoo!"
Sora huffed in frustration and plopped the pillow over his head. 'Next time I see Kairi or Roxas or Axel, I'm gonna shoot them.'
The bright, beautiful sun outside was already beginning to slip past the roofs of the large skyscrapers and apartment complexes of Hollow Bastion, elongating the shadows along the wall. Sora sighed and closed his eyes. In a few days…he yawned. It was just a stupid cold. He'd be better in a few days, and then he'd hunt down his poor excuses for best friends, tie them to the train tracks, sit back, and laugh.
Holding these precious thoughts close to his heart, he let his eyes drift slowly shut, and fell asleep.
At least, that's what he would have liked to have done. He'd barely managed to squeeze his eyelids together when someone tumbled through his apartment window and landed flat on their ass in the middle of Sora's tissue-covered floor.
Sora shrieked.
"What the hell?" he screamed, rolling off the bed in a panic. The figure on his floor shot to his feet and took a menacing step forward, holding a threatening fist outwards towards the smaller brunet boy, the upper portion of his face shadowed by a black hoodie of some sort. Sora yelped, grabbed his tissue box, and flung it straight into the face of the masked intruder.
"Get out!" he screeched, grabbing a handful of rolled tissues and chucking them at the tall figure on the opposite side of the room. "What d'you think you're doing? Get out!"
The taller man held up his hands, flinching away. "Stop that," he yelled, ducking when a lamp came flying his way. "Would you calm down?"
A cell phone narrowly missed the man's face, shattering as it hit the wall directly behind him. "I said calm down!" he yelled, taking another step forward. A copy of Merlin's New Collegiate Dictionary flew by. "Stop throwing things!" the man screamed irritably.
Sora's 42-inch plasma TV came hurtling his way, shaving off a single strand of white hair. The man's barely-visible right eye twitched.
Sora had only enough time to shriek a final 'Get out!' before the tall, scary-looking trespasser took a running leap forward, bowling into the smaller boy and sending them both crashing to the floor.
"Get off!" the brunet roared. "Help! Help! Rape!"
"Would you shut the fuck up!" the man yelled angrily, smacking his captive lightly upside the head. He groaned irritably and slung off his hood, revealing brilliantly white hair and annoyed aquamarine eyes. "I'm not gonna rape you, idiot, I just want you to shut up and tell me which floor I'm on!"
Sora blinked once, staring up at captor in consternation. He frowned, considered, and then opened his mouth to speak.
"Rape!"
The silver-haired man groaned and clamped a single hand over Sora's furiously working lips. "Dammit," he groaned, sitting up slowly and straddling his small hostage, pinning him securely. "I knew I should have asked Leon for proper directions. 'Climb up the east side fire escape,' he says. 'You can't possibly get lost,' he says. I'll fucking kill him."
Sora's eyebrows lowered and he nudged his face up, pushing gently against the large hand covering his mouth. The larger man smirked lightly and shrugged.
"You're not gonna yell?" he asked. The slim brunet rolled his eyes and stared up at him expectantly and, heaving a sigh that suggested he was being much put upon, the tall not-burglar pulled his hand away, wiping it on his pants.
Sora stretched his jaw muscles, glaring daggers up at the man still squatting above him. "Do you mind getting offa me?" he grumbled, flexing his toes. "My legs are falling asleep."
The interloper muttered a quick apology and climbed to his feet, dusting himself off. Sora huffed and sat up, stretching his legs to try and regain some feeling in them.
"You were looking for someone?" Sora asked, kneading his thighs roughly. The not-burglar nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Yeah," he murmured, eyes distinctly not meeting Sora's own. "My older brother. Half-brother. Whatever. He moved here last year as a grad student for HBU. His name's Leon."
The brunet frowned. "Wait. Squall?" he asked curiously. "D'you mean Squall 'It's Leon, dumbass' Leonhart who lives on the tenth floor and spends every night keeping me awake with the noise him and Cloudster make as they single-handedly try to burn a hole into the floor so that they can land in my bedroom and annoy me even more than they already do?"
The green-eyed boy blinked, then let the corners of his lips lift in a smirk. "I'm Riku," he drawled in what was not so much a response as it was a complete non sequitur, outstretching a hand to help Sora to his feet. "And I think we're gonna get along splendidly."
Sora stared at the proffered hand, frowned, slapped it away, and shot to his feet. "I'm sick," he growled, pushing past Riku and shoving his way under the covers again. "And I think you're gonna be just as annoying as your older brother is." He pulled the sheets over his head and used a single visible arm to point out the window. "Leon's on the floor above this one. Have fun."
There was silence for a moment before footsteps began echoing across the room. Unfortunately, they were coming closer, as opposed to farther.
"Get away from my bed, you rapist," Sora groaned, voice muffled by the covers and the phlegm slightly clogging his throat. "I already told you where to find your jerk of a brother, so hop out the window already."
The footsteps paused beside his bed, the mattress dipped with an added weight, and the bed sheets were eased slowly down, stopping as they reached his shoulders. The brunet growled and threw a fierce glare at the man kneeling beside his bed.
Riku was squatting there, an odd look lying opaque on his face. Amusement? No, that wasn't right. Confusion? Closer, but still not quite there. Maybe it was-
The strange expression morphed suddenly into a smirk, and Riku stood up, reaching out to fluff Sora's pillow and pull the covers tighter around the smaller boy's slim form. His smirk widened into a grin at the brunet's shocked expression and he turned, waving a goodbye over his shoulder.
"I'll see you," he called brightly. "And I'll tell Leon that the kid who lives on the floor beneath him said 'Hi.'"
Sora lifted himself onto his elbows, turning just in time to watch Riku's right leg disappear out the window. He frowned.
"You do that," he murmured, flopping back down onto his bed and closing his eyes.
None of that mattered at the moment, however. What mattered was that Demyx had scored three tickets to Ars freakin' Arcanum, live in concert not a half hour's drive away, and Sora had out-Struggled every single one of his friends, rivals, and acquaintances in order to secure the back-seat of Demyx's old pick-up as they drove to Radiant Garden in order to see the performance. What did it matter if he was playing third-wheel as Demy-kins feasted upon his periwinkle-haired jerk of a boyfriend - though, objectively speaking, Zexy wasn't really that bad, he was just a little arrogant, and too intelligent for his own good - for the entirety of the ride to the large stadium in Radiant Garden? That wasn't the point. The point was that Demyx had tickets to see the awesomest band in the history of awesome bands, and Sora was going. Now, if he could only figure out how these pants were supposed to work-
A head of silky-white hair popped inside his window, and one Riku Leonhart glared ocular fire at him.
"Sora," he growled, wiping at a runny nose in disgust. "You're fucking dead."
Sora yelped and threw his pants at the apparently disembodied head in a defensive gesture that, while brave, was ultimately rather futile, as Riku caught the pants mid-air, tossed them onto the floor, and hopped inside the younger boy's room, stalking angrily forward.
"Look at me!" he growled, waving a hand at his face. His eyes were leaking, his nose was a pretty Rudolph-red, and his voice was just slightly more husky than it had sounded three days before.
Sora glanced at the window, calculating the exact speed and trajectory it would take him to run past Riku, leap from the window sill, and land safely in the pile of compost Marluxia from the eleventh floor had been lovingly tending for the past month. "I see no difference," he mumbled.
"No difference?" Riku cried indignantly. "Look at me! I'm sick!"
Sora shrugged, suppressing the rogue bit of sympathy struggling to well up in his heart. "Your own fault," he muttered. "You're the one who crawled in through my window, threw me to the floor, sat on top of me, and then tucked me in. And how do you know my name, anyway? Did you ask Leon?" He huffed, thrusting his hands into his pockets. "Stalker."
Riku tackled him.
It was at precisely that moment when the door swung open and two heads peered in, one blond and the other an embarrassing shade of lavender.
"Sora!" Demyx cried gleefully, glancing around the messy room, his eyes finally lighting upon his younger friend. "Are you…ready to…go…"
Sora froze from his position on the floor, then began squirming furiously from underneath the white-haired boy. "It's not what it looks like!" he yelped, pushing against Riku's shoulders in mortification.
From the doorway, Zexion raised a single eyebrow and laid a hand on Demyx's shoulder. "Is that so?" he asked, voice lilting only slightly in curiosity. "Because it looks as if you're half-naked with an unknown male straddling you. A friend of yours, Sora?"
The furious brunet opened his mouth to respond, but Demyx interrupted, a grin widening across his face. "Don't worry, don't worry," he crowed gleefully, already pulling Zexion out the door. "We'll leave you two alone. Don't stress about your Ars ticket, Sora-baby, we'll give it to Roxas."
Sora stiffened. Roxas? They were gonna give his ticket to Roxas? "No!" he yelled, shoving Riku away. "Don't you dare! Demyx!"
"You two have fun," the blond grinned, waving a two-fingered salute at his young friend. "And don't do anything we would do."
And with a final 'Toodles,' they were gone.
In his apartment, Sora slowly turned around to stare at a Riku who - to his credit - looked slightly abashed.
"Ars, huh?" Riku mumbled, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Did he mean Ars Arcanum?"
Sora glared.
"Ars Arcanum, as in the awesomest band in the history of awesome bands, whose concert has been sold out for six months?"
If one squinted and tilted their head to the right, they could see the room filling with black clouds of doom and gloom. Sora glared harder. Riku laughed abashedly, hacking slightly on phlegm.
"Ah. Sorry, then."
Sora hissed through his teeth and nailed the older boy in the eye. Riku reeled backwards, wincing slightly.
"Sorry!" the older boy cried indignantly, waving a hand to ward the irate boy off. "I didn't know that your friends were gonna walk in! Seriously!"
"Seriously?" Sora yelled, fisting his hands angrily. "You tumble into my apartment uninvited, accuse me of something that was so your fault, tackle me from clear across the room, and single-handedly lose me my ticket to the concert of Ars Arcanum, and you think an apology is gonna make me happy?"
Riku threw his hands outwards irritably. "It's not like I did it on purpose," he growled. "All I wanted was a place to kip out for the night. My roommate's being a dick, and Leon would laugh and close the door in my face if I turned up looking like a koala, and I figured that you'd at least offer me a couch or something, since it is sorta your fault that I'm sick-"
Riku took one look at Sora's face and rephrased himself.
"-Though the blame falls almost entirely on me, of course."
"Of course," Sora muttered, dusting himself off and threading an irritated hand through his hair. He sighed angrily, rolling his eyes.
"I can't believe you cost me my ticket to Ars Arcanum," he growled. Riku winced, and he sighed again, tugging on a spiky lock of brown hair.
"Take the bed," he finally groaned, turning around and grabbing his pants from their position on the floor.
Riku frowned crossing his arms. "I'm not taking your bed," he said flatly. "If you're gonna let me stay here, then I can sleep on the couch. I'm not gonna throw you out of your own room."
"And I'm not gonna let you spread your pathogens around my apartment," Sora retorted angrily. "I haven't disinfected the bed yet, and I'm not gonna let you germify a perfectly good couch. I will not fall sick again, thank you very much."
Riku released a bark of laughter, but began walking towards the bed anyway. "You won't get sick," he grinned, flopping down onto the mattress and grabbing a pillow to fluff. "It takes a chain of five or six people for a cold virus to mutate enough to infect the original carrier, y'know."
Sora scoffed, but his lips twitched upwards in a small smile. "Dumb," he murmured, walking to the closet and grabbing an extra blanket. He paused at the doorway, then turned to glance back at the occupant of his bed. Riku was lying there, looking back at him, eyes soft with some light the younger boy couldn't quite place, his hair spread in an ethereal halo. Riku smiled then, an expression so different from his usual sneer or smirk or grin that the smaller brunet almost froze. Smiling like that, Riku almost looked...
He almost looked...
Sora frowned, lifting a hand to rub at his chest. It was funny. His heart felt strange. Like it was tightening.
He walked back, huffing lightly, grabbed a hold of the covers, and tucked them snuggly around the man lying in his bed, staring up at him with red-rimmed eyes, a runny nose, and a strange smirk-smile that made him grin back almost unconsciously.
"Good night, idiot," he murmured, swirling the pale hair beneath his hand in a gesture he would forever deny as being affectionate.
It was only once he'd stepped outside of his small bedroom and into his just-as-small living room that he heard Riku's quiet response. Two words, and then a third, echoing oh-so-faintly around the walls of the room.
'Good night.'
A pause.
'Beautiful.'
Sora slid onto his small, ratty couch, pulled the covers to his chin, and smiled.
"Hey, Sora," he greeted, climbing to his feet and dusting himself off. "What are you cooking?"
When he was met with silence, the tall boy looked up from where he was dusting himself off and turned to stare into the kitchen.
"Who the fuck are you?" a short, spiky-haired blond greeted, rather nicely all things considered.
"Shut up," Sora hissed from his spot at the kitchen table. He winced, and stood up. Riku blinked at him, then turned to stare at the group of five unknown individuals sitting around the small table. Wait. Not all of them were unknown. In fact, those two looked strangely familiar…
"Whoa!" Demyx cried, raising a finger to point at the befuddled white-haired boy standing embarrassedly in front of the window. "It's you!" He turned to the slate-haired male sitting amusedly beside him, and grinned. "Look, Zexy!" he cried. "It's him!"
The man nodded, raising his glass of water to his mouth and sipping. "I see that, Demyx," Zexion said calmly. He turned to stare at the flushed brunet tearing his napkin into tiny pieces. "Though I don't think you introduced us properly the last time we met, Sora," he murmured. "The two of you were too busy rolling around on the floor. Honestly, Sora. You're not a horny sixteen-year-old anymore, you shouldn't behave like one. Or at least bother locking the door before you and your little boyfriend begin tearing the clothes off each other."
The blond froze. "What? "
"I should probably leave, huh?" Riku asked hurriedly. He took a step backward, one leg already out of the window. "I'll see you tomorrow, oka-"
"Stop!"
The words were spoken by all six individuals around the kitchen table. Sora rushed forward, grabbing a hold of the larger boy's shirt and pulling him back. "You are not leaving me to deal with them all by myself," he hissed furiously. "If I have to be interrogated, you have to be interrogated." He dragged a protesting Riku to stand before the kitchen table, and took a deep breath.
"This is Riku," he said, voice only three octaves higher than normal. You really had to be proud of him for trying. "And we are not going out. Or having sex."
The small blond sitting between a smirking redhead and a smiling one glowered, and Sora resisted the urge to take a running leap out the window. Surely suicide, at this point, would be a mercy.
"Riku," Sora said, voice wavering only slightly. "You've met Demyx and Zexion. That's Kairi over there. Wave, Kairi. The idiot grinning his head off over there is Axel. Actually, the two of you are such huge jerks I'm sure you'll get along."
He gulped. "And, uh…that's my half-brother. Roxas."
"Nice to meet you," the blond growled. "Why don't you sit down? We were having a lovely time. I'm sure it would be great if you joined us."
Riku's eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth to retaliate. Sora slammed his sneakers down on Riku's toe. "Thanks, Roxas," the brunet said brightly, smiling. "C'mon, Riku," he said, turning to stare up at the taller boy. "Sit down."
Riku sat.
"So, Riku," Axel began brightly, shooting both the blond sitting beside him and the squirming brunet across him a giant smirk. "How did you and Sora meet? He's mentioned you in passing, but I never you the two of you were on such good terms that you were comfortable with falling into his window."
Sora flinched slightly and grabbed an extra plate, shoveling chicken and potatoes onto it. Oh God. His life was over.
"I was visiting my older cousin on the tenth floor," Riku said, calmly accepting the plate Sora all-but-shoved into his hands. "But I lost track of the number of floors and accidentally fell into Sora's bedroom window."
A snort to his left. Riku's head swiveled to glare at Roxas and narrowed his eyes, but kept his mouth closed.
"Are you going to school at HBU?" Kairi asked curiously. "You don't look old enough to have graduated yet."
"Yeah," Riku answered, nodding. "I won't be graduating until the year after next, but I'll probably be heading to graduate school in Radiant Garden afterwards."
"Oh!" Demyx cried, leaning back in his chair and throwing a grin at his brunet cousin. It looked, oddly enough, more like an evil, evil smirk. "Didn't you also want to go to Radiant Garden for grad school, Sora?"
The brunet muttered something under his breath and shrugged noncommittally. "Aren't you done yet, guys?" he asked, wringing his hands worriedly beneath the kitchen table. "You're all already finished eating-"
"I'd like some more peas, please," Roxas interrupted suddenly. "So, Riku. What're you majoring in?"
Blink. "Double. Psychology and neuroscience."
"What, you want to be a shrink?"
"Neuroscientist, if you please," Riku said, leaning back in his chair and savagely spearing a pea. "Though I do find the study of the human psyche to be fascinating. I'm particularly interested in achluophobia, though I doubt you'd know what that-"
"Fear of the darkness," Roxas interrupted smartly. "But do go on." Riku's eye twitched, and he kicked Sora in the shin under the table.
"I'm really not sure what other questions you have for me," Riku drawled, the calm in his voice belied by the way he squashed the banana the instant he grabbed it.
"You do know that a large percentage of the majority of relationships shrinks enter into end in failure," Roxas bit back scathingly. "Something to do with psychoanalyzing your partner the second you meet."
"Well," Riku hissed. "I suppose it's a very good thing I'm not gonna be a psychologist, huh?"
Sora groaned. "Why?" he asked, staring at the floor in distress. "Why won't you swallow me?"
"I do hope you were directing that question to the ground, Sora," Zexion said smoothly, nabbing a dinner roll from Demyx's plate. "I doubt Roxas would like to hear anything regarding anybody swallowing you at the moment."
Axel waved a hand at the two of them and shushed them hurriedly. "Quiet," he murmured. "Roxas-baby's on a roll. This is getting good."
"And I suppose you expect me to believe you have no designs on my older brother," Roxas hissed, leaning forward and waving his butter knife threateningly in the larger boy's face.
"I plead the fucking fifth," Riku growled back, taking a savage bite out of his chicken leg.
Sora squirmed. "Kairi," he groaned, turning to face his redhead of a best friend. "Shut your brother-in-law up."
The pretty redhead grinned, patting him on the cheek affectionately. "No can do, Sora," she giggled, never once taking her eyes from the verbal sparring match – "At least I don't have a fucking brother complex!" - taking place not six inches away. "Axel and Roxas aren't actually married. Ergo, I have no say in the matter."
"You shut up!"
"No, you shut up!"
"Alright," Zexion suddenly sighed, wiping at his mouth and climbing to his feet. "I think we've had quite enough. Let's go, Demyx." When his blond boyfriend opened his mouth to protest, the slate-haired man made a scissoring motion with two fingers.
Demyx gaped. "You'd cut me off?" He cried accusingly, eyes horrified. Zexion shrugged and grabbed a black coat from the kitchen counter and pulled it on.
"Roxas," he said sharply. "If you, Kairi, and Axel want a ride back, we're leaving right now. Otherwise you're walking."
The blond opened his mouth to protest, but a look at both his older half-brother – who was nearing tears and was shooting repeated glances at the window – and at his ride – who was already exiting the room, dragging his slightly-taller mohawked boyfriend by the arm – decided him.
"Fine," Roxas sighed. He rolled his eyes and threw his arms around his half brother.
"Sorry," he murmured. "Call me if you need anything. And take care of yourself, okay?"
The brunet muttered something in the affirmative and squeezed the blond in farewell. With a final glare at Riku, they were gone.
Silence descended on the apartment. Riku, of course, didn't allow it to last long.
"What," he began, licking his lips nervously, "Was that?"
"My brother," Sora sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. He…really doesn't get along with new people that well. You should have seen him the first time Demyx brought Zexion home. By the time the evening was over, Zexion was trying to poison him. But they're okay now. Roxas's really nice when you get to know him. All his friends love him, and we'd all do anything for him. He's just sort of…"
"Insane?" Riku muttered irritably.
"…Protective," Sora mumbled. "Don't worry. He always does that. And he likes you."
"The kid wanted to mutilate me!" Riku cried, almost hysterically. "And you say that he likes me?"
Sora shot him a deadpan look and then smiled amusedly. "Roxas shaved Demyx's first boyfriend. And when I say shaved, I mean everywhere. Trust me. He likes you."
Riku barked an honest laugh, and grinned to himself. "Whatever," he said, tugging a lock of hair out of his face. He took a step towards the window, then paused, turning back around. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
Sora smiled and shrugged. "Of course," he sighed. "Not like the dinner party from hell could ever stop you from bothering me. Every night. For hours."
Riku grinned and reached forward to ruffle Sora's brown hair affectionately. The smaller boy resisted the kittenish urge to rub against that hand, and instead batted it away irritably.
"Tomorrow, then," Riku said, and climbed back out the window.
Sora sighed, lifting a foot into the air and crossing it over his other leg. "I'm bored," he moaned, tilting his head to the side to stare at Riku. "Entertain me."
Riku's head swiveled over to the younger brunet. "Wha-?"
The blitzball fell and crashed onto Riku's face. Sora snorted, turning back to stare at the ceiling. "It's a Friday night," he groaned. "And there's absolutely nothing to do. There's nothing on TV, no good movies are playing at the cinema, everyone's out partying, and I'm stuck here with you."
Riku smirked, lifting himself onto an elbow and turning on his side. "You could be out with them," he drawled, "But you're the one who decided to stay here with me."
The younger boy rolled his eyes and fixed the white-haired one with a deadpan look. "Yeah. That's because you showed up two hours ago and insisted that I keep you company. Shit. Don't know why you never hang out with your cousin."
"It's 'cause he and Cloud never put their clothes on," Riku muttered. "I'd rather not walk in on them 69-ing, thank you very much." He turned to stare at Sora with a look that was decidedly intense. "Especially when there's so much I could do to entertain myself here. With you, I mean."
Sora smirked, and nabbed the blitzball from its spot beside Riku's head. "Like what?" he asked, laughing. "It's a Friday night, and all we're doing is lying on my bed and playing with my balls." He chuckled to himself, turning to grin at Riku. And then he frowned.
"Dude," he began worriedly. "What's up?"
Riku's eyes were wide and strangely furtive, and two spots of pink were resting high on his cheekbones. "Nothing," Riku murmured. He sat up, an odd smirk pulling the corners of his lips up. "Not yet, at least."
Sora's brow furrowed, and he opened his mouth to ask for clarification. And then Riku pounced.
Sora squeaked, but the older boy's hands were already moving, sliding over his stomach and under his shirt and…and…tickling.
Fucking tickling!
Sora guffawed, squirming around the bed and squealing. He pushed against Riku's shoulders. "R-riku!" he shrieked. "S-stop it!"
Riku stared down at him, his expression strangely incredulous. "You want me to stop?" he asked, his hands never ceasing in drawing patterns across the younger boy's abdomen. Sora gurgled, writhing across the mattress and swatting at Riku's hands.
"S-stop…tickling me!" he cackled, throwing his head back against the bed. He had just enough time to hear a disbelieving 'tickling?' before he swung his arms around Riku's shoulders and pulled him down in an effort to stop the cruelly unusually torture from hell and beyond. The older boy released a startled gasp and fell.
Their mouths met.
Riku's lips mashed against his, a soft, wet tongue slipping accidentally between his teeth and brushing against his own for the barest instant. Sora froze, then placed his hands on the older boy's shoulders, pushing him off. Riku pulled back, a flush on his face.
"Sorry," he muttered. "Didn't mean to…yeah."
Sora stared at him. Ah. So it was an accident. Well…well, thank goodness, right?
Right?
"No problem," he laughed, sitting up and absentmindedly brushing his fingers across his lips. They were tingling oddly. He grinned and leaned back against the wall, propping his legs atop Riku's lap. "So long as you warn me the next time you decide to smush me."
Something in Riku's eyes shifted, going from wary to excited, and he smirked, leaning in slightly. "Well, Sora," he whispered throatily. "What if I said I wanted to smush you right now?"
The smile dropped off Sora's face and replaced itself with a glower. "No."
"Oh, but Sora," Riku murmured, crawling along the length of the bed until he was leaning over the smaller boy almost menacingly. "You're so…" He paused, and lifted a hand to trail it across the seam of Sora's lips. The distance between them was almost nonexistent.
"Beautiful," he whispered. He leaned impossibly closer.
Sora frowned irritably - Dumb joker - and chucked the blitzball at his head.
One bright spring day, Riku climbed into Sora's open window, waving a hand in greeting. "Hey," he cried, tumbling inside and onto the floor. "What's up?"
Sora rolled his eyes and stepped into the legs of his jeans. "Idiot," he grumbled. "Can't you knock before you come in?" When Riku didn't answer, he turned to glare at the older boy, and then frowned. Riku was standing there, eyes strangely glassy.
"That wasn't rhetorical," Sora muttered. "You look a bit sick. Do you have a headache?"
The taller boy shook his head suddenly, shrugging. "I come in through the open window, Sora," he drawled amusedly. "It's not like I have anywhere to knock."
"Whatever," Sora sighed, shrugging into his pants. "Just sit down. You can turn the TV on if you want, but I've got differential calculus, so keep the volume low."
Riku nodded, but bypassed the TV and sat down on the bed, laying down and scooting around until he was comfortable. Sora plopped down onto a small chair, releasing a huff of breath. He reached across the desk and grabbed a tiny black case, withdrawing a pair of spectacles and setting them precariously on the bridge of his nose.
The white-haired boy tilted his head to the side curiously. "I didn't know you used glasses," he said by way of a question. The slim boy shrugged, opening a huge set of textbooks and arranging them messily across the desk.
"I don't," he said matter-of-factly, grabbing a pencil from one of the desks' drawers and scribbling a strange combination of symbols, numbers, and letters across the page. "I've got perfect vision, but I have a hard time reading print. Been like that since I was a kid, so I've gotta use glasses whenever I want to read." He sighed then, erasing a two and changing it to a sixty-nine. "Don't you ever study?" he muttered, scrawling in formulas across the lines. "You're here every night. How do you get any work done?"
Riku laughed, standing and walking forward, slinging his arms playfully around the younger boys' neck. "Is it so bad that I like seeing you every day?" he murmured softly. "I like spending time with you."
"You'll regret it if you fail your classes," Sora growled. For some reason, it was getting harder to concentrate. He'd almost forgotten to integrate the formula before he used chain rule.
"Nah," the white-haired boy laughed. "I have all my classes in the morning. My last one ends before noon. I just study for a few hours and head over when I'm done." He stood up suddenly, his hands resting on slim shoulders. "You don't like it when I come over all the time?"
Sora frowned, tilting his head back to stare at the man standing behind him. There was a broad leer on his face, but…something about the way he'd said that last sentence was a bit…
"I don't care," Sora said offhandedly, shrugging and turning back to his homework. "It's better than being alone. I like you, so I guess it's alright if you come over. Every day."
The hands on his shoulders began massaging, and Riku laughed. "Of course you do," he said, and Sora could hear the smirk in his voice. "Shut up," Sora muttered embarrassedly. "And move your right hand a bit to the left."
"Here?" Riku murmured. He leaned forward, his breath tickling the younger boy's ear.
"Yeah," Sora whispered, the sound releasing itself on a sigh. "Right there." He sighed, closing his eyes.
There was silence for a moment, and then Riku's hands reached up to remove the glasses from Sora's eyes. One hand moved to his neck, kneading his throat lightly, and the other shifted to the brunet's temple, drawing gentle circles on the skin.
"That feels so good," Sora all-but-moaned, tilting his head backward to allow Riku's right hand more room to massage. "Wow," he whispered. "Damn…please, Riku…" He gasped when the hand at his temple drifted to his back, manipulating the skin there expertly. "Lower?"
The hands froze. Sora moaned in distress and arched his back. "Please, Riku!" he groaned. "My back's been killing me, and I woke up this morning with a huge cramp in my neck, and please, don't stop!"
There was a hitch in the breath beside his ear, and Sora opened a single eye. "Riku?"
Riku grabbed a hold of Sora's chair and turned it around gently. The smaller boy looked up in surprise. Riku's face was flushed, and his eyes were sparkling with some unnamed emotion. If Sora had been a female, and if he'd had a poetic bone in his body, he'd have likened them to emeralds.
"R-riku?" he asked, almost nervously. "What's wrong?"
The older boy bent forward, platinum-colored hair swaying slightly with the movement. He leaned in slightly, lips brushing the lobe of Sora's ear, and spoke.
"I," he whispered, the words fluttering across the all-but-invisible gap separating his mouth from Sora's ear. "I want to fuck you."
Sora froze. "Huh," he said. "If it's not too much to ask, would you please mind repeating what you just said? I'm not quite sure I heard you correctly. In fact, I could have sworn you just told me that you wanted to-"
"I did," Riku murmured, nuzzling the skin behind Sora's ear with his nose. "I do. I want to have sex with you. Now. Please. You've been teasing me for months. I want you."
Silence. A squeak. More silence. And then Sora shrieked.
"Oh my God!" he screamed, pushing the older boy away so roughly Riku slammed flat onto his ass on the floor. "I knew you were a rapist!"
Riku sat up, his eyes wide and almost confused. "What?" he yelled. "What are you talking about? I just told you that I-"
"I have been letting a rapist sleep in my bed! Oh God, what will the neighbors say!"
"Sora!" Riku shouted, springing to his feet and taking a step forward. "Calm down, will you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you!"
The brunet paused in his tirade and turned to stare at the older boy in sheer incredulity. "O...O-ffend me?" he shrieked. "Offend me?" He shook his head wildly, throwing a hand to his side, a near-hysterical laugh bursting from his lips. "What kind of slut do you think I am? Think I'll spread my legs just 'cause you want some? You just asked to have sex with me! Out of nowhere! Me! You! Riku! And you're saying you didn't mean to offend me?"
"I said I was sorry!" Riku yelled angrily. "Dammit, I shouldn't have said anything, okay? If you wanted to wait, you could have just told me!"
Sora blinked. "Wait?" he asked slowly. "Wait? No, Riku, I don't want to wait!" He growled, spitting the words out. "I will never have sex with you, and that's final!"
Riku blinked right back at him. "N-never?" he almost-squeaked, crossing his legs as if in pain. "Never?"
Sora growled. "Never!" he shouted. He reached forward, grabbed Riku by the sissy stringy girly hair, dragged him forward, opened the front door, and threw him out.
"And don't come back until you've decided to be celibate!" Sora yelled, slamming the door directly in the face of a protesting Riku.
"Look," Riku said, voice breathy in his haste to get the words out. "I didn't mean it like that. I don't wanna fuck you. I mean, I do wanna fuck you, but it's not like I expect it of you, and I can wait till you come around, and-"
"Riku."
The taller boy halted in his tirade and peered hopefully down at the slim brunet staring up at him. Sora's eyes were bright, and his mouth was stretched upward slightly.
"Riku," Sora murmured softly, smile widening, and the older male let himself relax.
"Oh, Riku," the brunet sighed, shaking his head amusedly. "I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like you."
The white-haired boy grinned and ran a hand through his perfectly coifed hair. "Well, of course not!" he smirked. "I'm me, after all. You really can't beat that."
The smile widened. "No," Sora said, his eyes all but disappearing with the force of his grin. "I think I can."
Riku had only enough time to raise an eyebrow in question before Sora pulled his hand back and slugged him across the face.
"Filthy, arrogant, pervert!" Sora yelled, backhanding him across the skull. "I hope you fall off the stairs and die!"
Riku would have answered, but there had been some strength behind Sora's punch, and Riku was currently trying not to overbalance, fall off the stairs, and die.
"They look delicious," Sora murmured, almost in awe. Riku grinned.
"They do, don't they?" he laughed. "I bought them at that little bistro on Shinra Boulevard. You should have seen the little old lady I had to clothesline in order to grab the box before she urghah!"
The 'urghah' was the sound one made when Sora Strife hurled a small chocolate directly into one's mouth with all the force of Lexaeus on methamphetamines, where it proceeded to lodge itself directly into one's windpipe.
"Sor-" Hack. Cough. Turn a beautiful shade of blue. "He…lp!"
Sora snorted. "I'm not doing the Heimlich on you," he growled. "Ask the little old lady you beat up at the bistro. Maybe she'll have mercy on your poor unfortunate soul."
With a final glower, he slammed the window in Riku's purpling face.
Sora wasn't quite sure whether or not Riku had survived or not until an hour later, when the white-haired man showed up at his window, bearing ten pastel-colored balloons.
"I'm sorry," Riku said, the words leaving in a rush. "I shouldn't have done it! I mean, to be fair, I only shoved her to the side, and I did it gently, and it so wasn't my fault if she tripped over the ramen display and shattered her fibula-"
Sora grabbed his crown-shaped pendant, took the nearest balloon in one hand, and popped it. Six balloons had already fallen to the metal spikes of his crown before Riku trudged back down the stairs, shoulders slumped and his posture defeated.
Sora felt horrible for the space of an entire hour, until Riku showed up once more at his window with a giant stuffed moogle.
"I'm sorry!" Riku cried, shoving the toy into Sora's surprised arms. "I honestly didn't mean to do it! Can't we just start over?"
Sora stared at him for a moment, then sighed. "Come inside," he murmured. "We're friends, aren't we? I hate being mad at you."
The smile that swept across Riku's face was utterly brilliant in its pure relief, and he slung a leg through the window, straddling the windowsill. "Squeeze the pompom," he said, shrugging his hair over his shoulder. "I think it's sort of cool."
Sora cocked his head to the side and looked down at the moogle lying in his arms. He reached up with one hand and gently squeezed the bright red ball of cloth. Immediately, the stuffed animal began vibrating in his arms.
"L! Is for the way you look at me!"
Sora peered down at it curiously. "It sings?" he asked, lifting the moogle up to eye-level,
"O! Is for the only one I see!"
"Yeah," Riku answered, shrugging abashedly. "I liked the song, and when I saw the moogle I immediately thought of you."
Sora's smile widened, and he reminded himself that he was a boy, and that boys did not cuddle stuffed animals. At least not in the presence of other boys. "It's…pretty cool," he admitted. "But why is it vibrating?"
Riku flushed.
"V! Is very very extraordinary!"
"W-well," Riku began, stumbling over his words for the first time since Sora had ever met him. "I actually found him at, uh…you know that little shop on the corner of Land and Dragons?"
Sora froze. "Wait. You mean…Paine's…Pleasures?"
The taller boy hid a wince and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Mm. Yeah. That one."
"The…" Sora licked suddenly dry lips. "The sex shop?"
Riku chuckled nervously, taking a step backward. "Well, Sora, it's not like I go there regularly, but I was walking by and right there in the display window was this set of leather binds that matched your eyes perfectly, and-"
"Stop," Sora barked. Riku's mouth closed with a clang.
"You…" Sora gulped, holding the stuffed animal between two fingers. "You…bought me a VibraMoogle."
"E! Is even more than anyone that you adore can!"
"I liked the song!" Riku shouted. Sora's eyes narrowed.
Ten seconds later, a vibrating moogle sailed out of the window and nailed a passing little old lady directly on the head. Five seconds after that, a tall, handsome green-eyed boy was pushed out of a ninth story window, where he landed flat on his ass on the fire escape.
Riku obviously figured that three strikes were enough for a single 24 hour period, and didn't show up again that day at the younger boy's window.
Sora didn't know whether or not to feel disappointed.
The window was locked. Sora sighed. He felt odd. His stomach hurt. In fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd almost think the dull throbbing was guilt.
Sora cocked his head in confusion, and pondered this. Then he snorted. Naw. He was probably just hungry. Riku didn't deserve his guilt, the cocky sexiling bastard.
He clambered to his feet and surreptitiously snuck another glance at the window. Nope. Still locked. Still no Riku. And it was already one in the afternoon. Riku always came by at one in the afternoon.
Sora huffed in frustration. If Riku came by now, he'd shove him off the fire escape. Somebody had to teach him that this sort of unreliability could not go unpunished. Groaning, he walked towards the small kitchenette that doubled as a living and dining room, walking to the largest cabinet and removing a bowl of Lucky Charms.
He'd just sat down and started absentmindedly fishing the marshmallows out of the cereal when someone knocked on his window. He turned his head towards the window so quickly his neck cramped.
There, lying taped against the glass pane, was a single folded slip of paper. From this distance, he could vague make out his name sprawled across the sheet, but whatever other words it bore were indistinguishable. Sora frowned, rubbing at his aching neck.
"I will ignore it," he said loudly into the empty room. "Riku is a jerk, and I feel no compulsion to tear myself from my Lucky Charms to read whatever the pasty-haired bastard decided to stick on my window."
That being said, he nodded to himself and began sorting the hearts, stars and horseshoes away from the clovers and blue moons. Ten seconds later, he realized that he was mixing the stars with the clovers, and tore his gaze away from where it had strayed to the window.
"I do not want to read it," he muttered, shoving an entire handful of hearts into his mouth. "I don't."
There was a small pause, and then Sora groaned irately and stood up, crunching angrily at the pink marshmallows in his mouth. He stomped towards the window, opened it, and reached out to grab the note. Still chewing, he brought the note up to eye level and unfolded it.
'I'm sorry,' the note proclaimed proudly in dark block letters.
Sora stared at it for a moment, then glowered. "That's it?" he said in disbelief. "The bastard buys me a singing VibraMoogle and that's it?" He leaned out of the window and stared down at the fire escape and the street beyond it. Riku was gone.
"This," he muttered, feeling the oddest urge to wipe at his eyes, "Is the crappiest apology letter I've seen in my entire life. Filthy perv's not even trying anymore."
He slumped back to the kitchen table and flopped onto his seat, plopping a blue moon into his mouth. This freakin' sucked. Did he really look like that much of a whore? Is that why Riku kept trying to get him in bed? And what was with these stupid - he crumpled the letter - halfhearted - he dunked it into his bowl of milk - apologies?
The soggy, crumpled piece of paper went flying out of the open window. Sora slumped, dropping his head onto the table. All he'd wanted was another friend. Hell, he hadn't even wanted that, but Riku had all but forced his friendship upon him, and it had turned out okay. Until the older boy had told him that he'd wanted to fu…to scr…to make l…Sora groaned. Damn. He couldn't even say the word without shuddering.
"That's it," he growled at the silent apartment. "I'm siccing Roxas on 'im. Bastard has it coming."
Sighing softly, he lifted his head to stare at the window. 'Come back,' he whispered internally. 'Riku…why won't you come back?'
Someone knocked on the door.
Sora's head shot up, and he was out of his seat before the person had a chance to knock a second time. "Yeah?" he shouted, smoothing his pajama pants as he sprinted to the door. "Who is it?"
There was a slight pause, and Sora could barely make out a sigh from the other side of the entrance. "Sora?" a fluid, deep voice called softly. Riku's voice. "It's me. Can you let me in?"
Sora leaned up onto his tiptoes and peered through the peephole, just to make sure. He was met with green eyes and white hair and Riku's face, bowed slightly. He sighed, and thumped his head against the door.
"No," he snorted. "I'm not letting an ass-rapist inside my apartment."
Well. Who said he was gonna make it easy for the pervert?
There was another pause, and then a rap sounded across the door in a sharp staccato " Sora," Riku said, his voice both loud and soft in a shifting paradox that warped plaintively across the wood planks of the entranceway. "Please," he murmured, the words barely audible. "I'm serious, Sora. Please open the door."
The muscles in the brunet's lower back all tensed, and he sighed, bowing his head. "Alright," he muttered, then repeated the word louder for Riku's benefit. He brushed an uneasy hand through his hair, unbolted the door, and locked it.
"Thank you," Riku muttered, sweeping past Sora into the room. He stood there in the center of the apartment, his back to Sora, for an entire minute before he turned around to face the small boy peering questioningly up at him.
Sora whistled. "Dude," he whispered in near-awe. "You look terrible."
Riku barked an unsteady laugh and reached a hand up in an attempt to smooth his unkempt hair. "Thanks, Sora," he snorted, shrugging. "Nice to know I look even more like an idiot in front of you than I did yesterday."
The brunet hid a wince and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I didn't mean it like that," he grumbled. "And it's not like I should be apologizing to you anyway."
Another silence, and then Riku shrugged nonchalantly. The movement was belied by the way his hand quivered lightly when it swept through his mussed locks of hair. "I'm sorry, okay?" he muttered. "Alright? I didn't do it on purpose. The…the little old lady, and the moogle, and the…the proposition. I'm sorry."
Sora tried to glower, though the expression came out more like an absurdly feminine pout. "You beat up an old lady to buy me chocolate," he growled irritably. "She broke a bone. You bought me a vibrating Moogle. You asked to have sex with me!"
"Dammit!" Riku shouted, taking a step forward and fisting his hands angrily. "I didn't do it on purpose! The words just popped out!"
Sora snorted, shoving Riku backwards and onto the couch. "So, what?" he yelped. "You were bored, I was here, and you figured 'What the hell? Let's screw.'"
Riku stood up, and took a step forward, towering menacingly over the brunet. "No, you idiot, I didn't mean it like that!"
Sora shoved him back again, his eyebrows drawn down fiercely. "I don't care!" he shouted, drawing a leg back and kicking Riku in the shin. Ignoring the older boy's surprised yelp, he continued doggedly forward. "You're supposed to be my friend, and then all of a sudden you stop treating me like one and start acting like I'm some piece of-"
"I couldn't help it, you dimwitted punk, you were just sitting there and looking like a-"
"-expect me to spread my legs like Cloud when Leon's on a roll-"
"-and it's been months, and you never want to do anything-"
"-well I hope you get your lemmings and that they maul off your itsy-bitsy wrinkly winky-"
"-can't even hold hands, even though it's obvious how much I want-"
"-Rape! Ra-"
Riku released an almighty yell and leapt forward, swinging Sora around and shoving him onto the couch, clambering above him and covering the smaller boy's mouth with one large hand. "Dammit, Sora!" he hissed, leaning forward until only the barest inch separated their faces. "I fucking love you! Isn't it natural to want to have sex with your boyfriend?"
Sora froze, his eyes almost freakishly wide. Riku was staring down at him, his eyes narrowed and angry and oh-so-hurt, his breathing coming in great, heaving gasps. Sora shook his head slowly, and Riku removed his hand from the brunet's mouth.
"My…my what?" Sora yelped. Riku stared down at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Your boyfriend, Sora, you're boyfriend. We've never even held hands! We've been dating for three months!"
Sora blinked. "Nooo," he said slowly. "No, we haven't."
Riku's eyebrows furrowed. "Yes, we have," he responded, almost cautiously. "Since that night in your room when I kissed you. I…" he shook his head, glaring down at the younger boy in disbelief. "You didn't know we were dating?"
Sora's mouth fell open. "We…we're dating?"
"I was feeling you up! You were under me! I kissed you!"
"I thought you slipped!"
"I had my tongue in your mouth!"
"I thought that slipped!"
Riku stared down at him, completely nonplussed. "So…we haven't been going out for three months. The longest relationship I've ever had, with the boy I love more than anything, does not, in fact, exist. That's what you're telling me."
Sora squirmed uncomfortably. "Uh. Yeah. Pretty much."
Riku blinked, just once, face perfectly blank. "Oh," he murmured. He climbed off Sora and sat down on the edge of the couch, burying his head in his hands. "Oh."
Sora sat up slowly, turning to stare at the older boy with a mixture of incredulity and dawning realization. "So…" he began deliberately, as if weighing the words even as he spoke them. "When you…asked to have…relations with me, it's because you thought we were going out."
Riku nodded. "Yeah."
Sora bit his lip, rubbing at his temple with a forefinger. "And…you bought that Moogle for me, because you thought we could...use it later."
Another nod. "Pretty much."
Sora blinked, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "And…you…love me."
There was a pause that seemed to stretch for an eternity, before Riku sighed, the sound muffled by his hands. "Of course. Did I ever act like I didn't?"
Sora opened his mouth to respond angrily, then closed it with a clack. "Huh," he muttered to himself. "Now that you mention it…"
A snort. "Yeah."
The small brunet bit his lip and turned to stare out the window. "So," he mumbled softly, eyes gazing blankly outside the glass. " Those visits…and the teasing…and the coming over for dinner…and that time you fell on top of me in the movie theatre…and when you slipped your hand into my back pocket and said you were looking for my keys…and the time you pinned me against the wall and Roxas walked in and started yelling at you…" He frowned, raising a hand to his chin. "That was all your version of dating."
"I…" Riku paused, licking at chapped lips. "I thought I was being obvious."
Sora laughed then, throwing an arm over his eyes. "You were, huh?" he chuckled. "You groped me in the middle of the supermarket. You went with me to the supermarket. You really can't get much more obvious than that."
"There's so nothing wrong with two grown men shopping for parfaits and truffles on a Friday night," Riku muttered, leaning forward. He sighed, removing a hand from his eyes and tangling it with his hair.
"What do you want me to do, Sora?" he asked quietly, shrugging. "Do you want me to leave? I'll leave, I really will."
Sora's head swiveled towards him rapidly, and he shook his head, eyes wide. "Of course not!" he cried, almost angrily. "You're my friend, aren't you? My…my best friend, right? I don't want you to leave."
Riku looked up then, a small smile on his face. "Friends, then," he said, forcing the smile to widen. "We'll always be friends, okay?"
Sora frowned suddenly, mouth a distressed slash. "Of course," he whispered. He sighed, and fell back on the cushions. "Riku?" he asked, tilting his head to stare up at the boy sitting on the corner of the couch. "You really do love me?"
The white-haired boy flinched and turned away to stare back out the window, as if he were wishing he were anywhere else but next to the other boy. "God, Sora," he muttered, swiping angrily at his bangs. "Shut up, will you? I already said so, just like I said I wouldn't mention it again. Shit."
The brunet's frown deepened, and he sat up, pulling his knees under him. "I'm not joking, Riku," he said. "You love me? You really do?"
"Fuck, Sora!" the older boy shouted. "I said I loved you, didn't I? Can't you just drop this? I've made enough of a fool of myself these past three months, don't you think? Dammit, I said I'd never bother you about it again, can't you just shut up and leave me alo-?"
The last word was cut off by a mouth covering his own. Sora moved his lips against Riku's, just once, then leaned backwards, a lazy, content smile curling his lips. Riku was staring at him, eyes wide and cheeks a brilliant red.
"Well, that's good, isn't it, Riku?" Sora said, the corner of his eyes slightly crinkled. "'Cause, y'know, the biggest reason I got so upset with you when you asked to have sex with me was 'cause I was offended. I thought that you thought that I was easy. That I'd pull a COPS and spread 'em. And why d'you think that bothered me so much?" he asked, leaning forward, a Cheshire grin splitting his face.
Riku blinked, leaning away instinctively. "Because…it was…mean?"
Sora rolled his eyes and leaned forward, brushing his nose against Riku's own. "It's cause I loved you, idiot. And I wanted you to love me, too. I didn't dangle you from the rooftop when you slipped me the tongue, did I? Or when you groped me through my pants? Or when you dragged me to the supermarket on a Friday night to buy parfaits. I hate parfaits."
Riku sat stockstill, blinking rapidly. "You…like me," he said, voice perfectly blank. Sora flushed and knocked the older boy upside the head, sitting back and crossing his arms irritably.
"'s what I said, isn't it?" he cried angrily. "I like you, love you, have dreams of hot, steamy, kinky mansex with you, complete with VibraMoogles and handcuffs! Damn, how much more do you want me to say…Oi! Riku! Put me down!"
A chuckle. "No can do, Sora. You want it, I want it. We're having it, dammit."
"I never said I wanted it now, you pervy idiot! Rape! Rape!"
Riku grinned and softly slapped the slim boy slung over his shoulder on the bottom. "Quiet, you," he smirked. "Or I won't let you leave bed for an entire week."
"Idiot! Lecher! Jerk! We have school!"
"It's spring break."
"…I don't care! Put me down! O-oi! Watch where you're putting your hand! Do you know where it is? Move it!"
"Oh," Riku chuckled, a decidedly mischievous smirk lifting the corners of his lips. "I will."
And then Riku did. Sora stopped protesting.
But the neighbors bought earplugs.
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