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Vash's Girl: Well, here it is…**coughs** Please enjoy. I know I did.

Behind Closed Doors

Chapter One

Hot lips traveling down a throat, suckling and nibbling, eliciting delighted mewls and whimpers. Fingers curled in silver hair, sapphire blue eyes closed. Cinnamon brown hair fell back off a forehead as a head tilted back, giving even more access to the throat than before.

The lips traveled up to his earlobe, teeth delicately took it between them. A light little nibble, a tongue snaking out slowly, drawing another delightful sound, this time more between a mewl and a hoarse moan.

The hands of the owner of those marvelous lips traveled down over his stomach, thumbs spreading up, then over his ribcage, then moving lower. His shirt was un-tucked, and then the hands were sliding slowly up his skin, and what muscles he had accommodated over the few months rippled like silk over rock.

As the hands continued their upward journey, bringing the shirt with it, the jacket already having been discarded of, he lifted his arms. The lips left, drawing a sound of utmost protest and a chuckle from his tormentor—but was it really torment?

One of the hands slipped down, between his legs, cupping the erection there, squeezing gently, thumb adding delicious pressure over the fabric of his pants. They were tight around that area.

He groaned, sagging a little, the shirt slipping free from him easily, and then the hand was gone.

Yes…Definitely torment.

"You're mine…" Teeth sank into his neck, making him yelp and arch up. This must have been the desired effect, for the slender, gloved hands cupped his bottom and pulled him against the other. A tongue darted out, smoothing over the skin, and then the teeth were back again, nipping gently. Oh, there was sure to be a bruise there later…

"You did this to yourself, Sora," breathed the other, the hands leaving his bottom and fisting into his hair. The warm breath on his neck caused shivers to go down his spine. "You shouldn't have agreed to stay with me. You shouldn't have shared that paopu with me."

"Riku…" Hips pressing against his, grinding, causing him to mewl again, his eyes to slide closed. "Riku, I—" The hands on his ass again, pressing him once more against that firm, muscular body that radiated warmth and at the same time darkness. "Nnn…"

"Mine." It was said in a chant. "Mine." Nips up his jaw. "Say it. Say it now."

Sora's lips parted a little, his breathing growing hitched. "Y-Yours…" he mumbled through a haze. "All yours…"


Sora awoke to the darkness of his room. Which was in his house in the Second District of Traverse Town. He mumbled a little, curling around his pillow, cinnamon brown hair falling into his sapphire eyes. He closed them, giving a little sigh, fingers digging into the lumpy thing he held onto.

Another dream…Riku's gonna wind up killing me if he keeps this up, Sora thought.

It had all started before his adventure had begun, actually. That night…Before darkness had come to the island and taken Riku—though he went willingly—and Kairi away—though her heart was inside his the whole time. Riku had snuck into his room, a paopu fruit in his hand, a mischievous gleam in his aqua green eyes. He had said something about Sora sharing it with him, so in case anything ever happened or they got separated, they'd still wind up finding each other again because their destinies would be twined—forever. Sora had seen the point of it all, and had shared that paopu fruit with Riku.

Now…Three years later….Riku had begun invading his dreams at night. At first, Sora had, of course, resisted, horrified at the prospect of what Riku was trying to do to him. Then, after a week or so, Sora had finally given in just that night. And Riku had left. Just when things were actually getting good…

Sora rolled onto his back, sighing. He knew it was Riku. It had been too real to be a dream. Somehow, the silver-haired boy was contacting him from Kingdom Hearts. Maybe the only way to do it was from Sora's subconscious. So how come he had been silent all these years, and now suddenly Riku begins making appearances? Did that mean he was coming back? In a way, Sora hoped so, but in another, he didn't…

If he manages to get here, anyway…Sora thought with a slight frown, staring up at the dark ceiling. When we finally found King Mickey, he said that Riku had been left at Kingdom Hearts to seal it off until the time came to where he could leave…Somethin' about wanting King Mickey to go ahead and tend to his kingdom before anything bad happened. And I…I chose to stay here in Traverse Town while Goofy and Donald went back with King Mickey. And Kairi's somewhere on Destiny Islands…I haven't seen her in so long…

Do I really want to? It's not like I could if I wanted…The boundaries are up. The only people keeping me company are Yuffie, Leon, Aerith, and Cloud. And sometimes Cid. Those five managed to get here…For that, I'm glad.

He blushed at the thought of Leon. Leon was so gorgeous, but he also had tendencies to be cold-hearted. Sora knew it wasn't Leon's fault, not really, but gods…It only made the leather-clad man more desirable. That dark brown hair, that scar that spoke of things in his past that made it all eerie, those slim hips. And those leather pants did nothing to hide the fact that he had a great ass, either.

Sora rolled onto his stomach with a sigh, arms to the side of him, legs kicking the covers halfway off his legs, halfway off the bed. He pouted a little. Sora was only seventeen, Leon was older…There was no way Leon would show any interest in him like that. Besides, he had given up long ago. It hadn't taken long for Sora to figure out he was gay, that was for sure. Sora wasn't exactly sure he was happy with this knowledge, but…Hey, he couldn't help what he was.

Cloud was another nice prospect. Gosh…Sora had developed a crush on him the moment he had seen Cloud walk past in the Coliseum. Those strange, blue eyes that had bored hard into his, that red cape whipping around him, the wind rustling his spiky, blond hair. His expression, from what he could see of it, had been grim. Unapproachable. Just like Leon.

Sora sighed, and this caused his bangs to flutter up a little, then settle across his forehead again. He was wearing only his boxers, a pair—he was happy to say—Leon had picked out for him with some other birthday gifts. Sora didn't know whether to take that as a hint or not, but…

He grinned a little, blushing at the prospect of that, and curled in a bit. Leon, buying him boxers and as a way to come onto him. Hey, Sora wouldn't exactly reject the offer, either, now would he? Nope! Sora was A-okay with that…

Maybe that was the reason he was so scared of what Riku was doing to him. Sora was the shy, timid type, and he didn't really have much experience in the sex department, if you caught his drift. Kissing and everything was okay, but Riku had suddenly given him all new experience on things he had only dreamed about…Was that why he was so nervous? That, and he had been sure Riku had liked Kairi, and that he and Riku were best friends…Now, quite abruptly, Riku liked him, too? Or had he liked him all along?

Sora groaned, thoughts melding together again, and it caused a headache to begin forming once more. He sat up, what was left of the covers on the bed falling to his waist a little, then slipping off the bed completely. He raised his hands, scrubbing them over his face, and then into his hair. Yawning, he managed to stumble through the dark over to the light.

It was blinding at first—lately, Sora had spent a lot of his time up in his room, in the dark, contemplating on Riku and Leon and Cloud and gods knew who else—but after he had squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them slowly, he was okay.

The door opened then, and Leon stuck his head in…Because Sora was sharing a house with him. Had been for three years now.

Leon was dressed only in his leather pants this morning, pretty much leaving his finely chiseled chest and dark, shaggy hair in full view. He was barefoot, and his stormy gray eyes were a bit glazed, as if he was still tired from waking up at the crack of what would be considered dawn in Traverse Town.

He crossed his arms over his chest, eyes focusing on Sora. They grew more alert at the sight of the half-asleep boy, looking lost and puzzled. He sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "Are you okay?" he asked in his usual, deep monotone voice. "What's going on? I think it's hardly necessary to be up at this time of the morning…Haven't we gone through this before?"

Sora grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, Leon." Leon had told him several times before to call him Squall, but Sora had never really…been able to, he supposed. Maybe it was because he knew the man as Leon and not as the Squall Leonhart that had been off in better days with Rinoa Heartilly before she had died.

He grunted. "Dreaming again?"

Sora blinked, halfway to the bathroom already. He nearly fell over as he lost concentration on his balance, and he quickly straightened. "…How'd…?"

"The walls are thin, Sora." Leon rolled his eyes. "Though the dreams must be interesting if you keep on mewling like that." He straightened and closed the door softly behind him.

Sora blinked after him, then started blushing furiously. Oh, how embarrassing…

He sighed, letting it go for now—he was only going to wind up blushing more if he kept on thinking about it—he walked into the shower, mind now on the dream he had had last night. He had given himself over to Riku…Said he was all his. Did that mean what he thought it meant?

Fifteen or so minutes later, he came out of the shower, satisfied. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he headed into the kitchen, intent on getting a glass of orange juice and then heading back into his room for a while where he would contemplate some more. It's not like Leon would care, anyway. Leon was always off, either training by himself or sticking with his other friends or staying in his room, as well. It irked Sora a little—but he wasn't going to stop a tradition of three years just because he wanted Leon to get a little closer to him.

To his surprise—which he didn't have time to bother hiding, though why would he want to, anyway?—Leon was leaning against the kitchen table, still half-dressed, arms folded over his chest. When Sora stepped into the kitchen, Leon's eyes landed on his with such intensity it sent a tingle down Sora's spine.

Sora ignored the look, wondering what Leon was glaring at him for, and moved to brush past him, as the refrigerator was on the other side of the kitchen. When a slender hand was placed on his shoulder, however, he stopped.

"What is it, Leon?" Sora sighed.

Leon's hand gave a rare, reassuring squeeze. "I'd ask if you've been having nightmares, but it doesn't seem like it…Yet you keep on mentioning Riku. There's where I'm concerned." Leon turned Sora to face him, glancing over his shoulder at him. "Is there something you wanna talk about? If it deals with Riku, maybe you shouldn't keep it to yourself. It could be dangerous."

Sora found himself grinning, shrugging away Leon's concern, a mysterious twinkle in his eyes. "What if I told you it was dangerous, but not like you'd think?" he purred playfully.

Leon watched him for a few moments, then shook his head, rolling his eyes. "That was more information than I needed, Sora…Anyway, it's not giving you any trouble, is it?"

Sora thought about that for a few moments, then shook his head, unruly hair swishing back and forth before settling again. His grin turned wolfish. "Why…Squall?" he chose, "You scared?"

"No. I'm not really scared of anything. But when you mewl the way you do…Sometimes it can be forced, you know?"

Sora shrugged. "If it was forced, I wouldn't be mewling." He turned in the direction of the refrigerator again.

He could feel Leon's gaze piercing into his back. "Are these dreams or reality?"

"Ah…He comes to me in my dreams." Sora opened the door to the refrigerator. "But I don't mind." He gave a laugh. "At first I did, but now…" He trailed off meaningfully, knowing Leon would get the point.

He withdrew with the orange juice, carrying it over to the table and setting it down. He was just about to go and get a glass, but something in Leon's icy eyes stopped him, making him falter. "What…?" A frown pulled at Sora's lips. "What is it, Leon?"

Leon ran a hand through his hair, shifting his gaze to the ceiling. "Why?"

"Huh? Why what?"

"Why do you mewl? Most people…Groan or moan or…make sounds, but you…You sound like a cat."

Sora grinned. "Curious, Leon?" he asked lightly.

"I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't." Leon fixed a glare at him.

Sora raised a hand. "Okay, okay…" He waved it a little, then made his way to the cabinets for a glass again. He stood on his tiptoes, reaching for it and stretching, thinking vaguely that they needed to wash dishes again since the last of the glasses were at the top. Leon and Sora had really been slacking this week…It had been a lazy one.

He felt Leon's presence behind him, and then the leather-clad man was reaching around him and up. His fingers curled around the glass easily, and he set it before Sora, then rested both hands on the counter on either side of him.

"L-Leon?" His cheeks were beginning to flame. Don't…Please don't stand this close to me…

"Sora." Leon's voice was quiet, but firm. Sora could feel his warm breath on the back of his neck. Goosebumps rose along his arms as his eyes closed a little. "Answer me." This time it was near his ear. His eyes glazed.

Sora turned in his arms, preparing a bright smile, shaking the feelings off. "What's gotten into you, Leon? So what? I mewl like a cat! Everyone makes their strange sounds, I—"

"Can I test that theory?"

Sora blinked, unsure if he had heard properly, but he knew he had by the strange intensity in Leon's eyes. He nodded a little, heartbeat quickening, and waited for the other man to do something.

Leon tilted his head a little to the side, then raised one of his hands, running the backs of his fingertips across Sora's cheek. Sora's eyes closed at the gentle gesture, his nerves on end. This is what he had wanted for a while now; hopefully this wasn't just some sort of…

Confident now, Leon raised his other hand, running it through Sora's hair and fisting gently at the last strands. He held Sora that way, pressed up against the counter, the hand at his cheek moving to Sora's hip.

Sora opened his eyes slowly, swallowing. His pulse was frantic, no doubt.

Cocking his to the side again, raising an eyebrow, Leon moved a knee, placing it between Sora's legs and pressing up gently, hand squeezing his narrow hip. This caused Sora to let out a soft mewl. His eyes closed a little as he waited for more of Leon's touch.

Leon let his hair go, the hand on his hip falling away, and just when Sora was about to slump in disappointment, he was pressed against the firm, warm body of the older man, strong arms wrapped snugly around his waist. Sora's arms came up, grasping Leon's shoulders, and he nuzzled the man's neck, letting out another mewl.

"You wanted to test a theory," Sora purred.

"So I did…" Leon trailed off, then released Sora. He rustled the other's hair, then calmly reached behind him, picking up the glass and handing it to him. "Here. Have your orange juice. I need to go talk to Yuffie about groceries for next week. You know how she is when we don't check in with her on our bills."

As he turned to head to his room, Sora reached out, grasping Leon's hand. The older man looked back at him, brow lowering and furrowing.

"Was it really just curiosity or…" Sora swallowed, a ball of nerves resting in the pit of his stomach. "Or was it something more?" Please let it be more, please, please, please let it be more…

Leon hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward. He pressed a kiss to Sora's temple, then gave a rare, faint smile. "You figure it out." He turned and walked to his room, entering it and closing the door with a soft 'click'.

Sora stared after him dreamily.

What are you doing!? A hiss of rage at the back of Sora's mind and a loud ring that had him letting out a slight cry and falling to his knees. The air froze, as if all time had stopped, and Sora vaguely knew that it had. Sora! You're mine now! You belong to no one else, no one. You're mine. You said it yourself!

"I'm…I'm sorry," Sora gasped, hands fisting in his hair as pain racked through him. I'm sorry!

The pain released. You had better not to do it again. Or you'll regret it when I see you again.

The temperature picked back up, and all sense of flowing time came back, leaving Sora to slump in relief, his hands lowering to his lap.



It was lunch, and they were sitting at the kitchen table at their respective seats across from one another, chewing thoughtfully on their sandwiches and not really saying anything. They never did. Sora was keeping his distance, and Leon was keeping his. It was a mutual feeling.

Leon glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "…What is it?"

Sora fidgeted in his chair, then sighed, slumping a little, lowering his gaze. He clenched his hands together in his lap, knuckles turning white. "Leon, have you ever been in love with another guy before?"

For a few moments, there was silence, and gods, it was awful. It seemed like hours, and this prospect finally caused Sora to look up, wondering maybe if Leon hadn't heard him or something—he had sort of mumbled it, after all. But no, Leon was watching him quietly, face expressionless. Finally, he went back to his sandwich and said with a tone of finality to his voice, "Yeah."

"Really?" Leon nodded. Sora leaned forward. "Who?" he inquired, ignoring the tone.

Leon sighed, deciding the cinnamon-haired boy wasn't going to let this go, and set down his sandwich. He turned his head a little to the side. "His name was…His name was Seifer Almasy. And…" He closed his eyes. "He was my rival."

"Your rival?" Sora blinked curiously, tilting his head a little to the side.

Leon nodded, then sighed, shaking his head, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah. We were always fighting. He wanted attention, I wouldn't give it to him, in the end we'd always be nearly at one another's throats…"

"Then what happened?" Sora folded his arms on the table, pushing his plate of food aside, listening intently.

"I don't know…" Leon shook his head, as if he, too, had never understood what had happened between them. "I honestly don't know."

"Well, then how'd you two come to like one another?"

Leon's brow furrowed. "Sora, I think…I think that's the problem. I don't know if we ever did like each other at the time…We hated each other, you have to understand that." He placed a gloved hand to his forehead, folding one arm over his chest. "It's confusing. I really can't tell you how I feel about him. But I know that in the end, I loved him."

"'In the end'?" Sora prompted, frowning. "What's that mean, Leon?"

"It means that…" Leon's eyes closed slowly. "It means that Seifer died in my arms the night the Heartless attacked our world."

"You always were putting your ass on the line for me…Leonhart…" Seifer reached up with a shaking hand, clamping it on Squall's shoulder. "I should've known…I really should've known…"

Leon contemplated on Seifer's last words for a few moments. It had been nothing tragically romantic…Not "I love you" or anything. Just "I should've known". Leon sighed. Seifer had always been a confusing person…

"Well…" Sora shifted. "I'm sure he…" He trailed off, letting it go. "Do you have anything to remember him by?"

"Yeah…" Leon fished around in his pocket, then placed something on the table. "This. He never took it off. He gave it to me after the first night we…Well. I think what I'm trying to say is pretty obvious."

Sora reached over to the shining object, picking it up, then felt the cool metal of the silver choker press against fingers. On it were the faintly engraved words Seifer Almasy.

"Did you ever wear it?" Sora asked idly, studying the choker.

"…All the time."

Sora fell silent, and so Leon turned his head to the side, staring off into space, mind lost back to the past.

"This is great…I've got Chicken-wuss and a guy who just reached puberty in my squad…"

"Oh, I just love these exams…"

"That's it…! I can't take it anymore! What is this, some kind of dog training!?"

"Someday I'll tell ya about my ROMANTIC dream!"

"So, Squall, how'd I look in my moment of triumph? I finally became the sorceress' knight!"

"Squall…You're pathetic!"

"Tell me! What is the meaning of SeeD!?"

"You're on my tough nut to crack list…"

"Well, Fujin, Raijin, it's been fun!"

"NO! I'm not giving up yet! I'm not! You can't beat me at this! You can't reach the goal before me!"

"…I love you."

"Leon? Why are you crying, Leon…?"

Leon took a shaky breath, realizing he was, and immediately blinked furiously, wiping his tears away. A last sob escaped his lips, and he leaned forward, burying his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry, Leon…" Sora rushed around the table to him, feeling his heart wrench at the sight of the usually cold Leon in tears. "I'm sorry…I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have asked…"

"No." Leon shook his head. "No, I'm fine, I don't know what came over me…" He smiled wryly. "Seifer would call me a wuss if he saw me crying like this…"

"I'm really sorry…" Sora pressed a kiss to his temple, a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Really, I am." He slumped. "Sometimes I get the feeling I never do anything right…"

"You just wanted to know…I guess I can't blame you." He let out a long sigh, then grabbed Sora, pulling him into his arms in a rare show of affection, nuzzling the boy's neck. "…I guess I should say I'm sorry for getting all teary-eyed on you."

Sora grinned a little. "It's okay…" He wrapped his arms around Leon tightly, resting his cheek on the man's shoulder, closing his eyes and beginning to relax. A soft kiss was placed in return to his temple.

Sora pulled away a little, studying Leon's face intently. "Leon, how come you…Do you like me?"

"I don't know. I don't know if I can like anybody anymore…I'm lost. I lost my light before I ever realized it was there. It's kinda pathetic, huh?" Leon's expression was grim.

"Not really…" Sora's hand reached out, touching Leon's cheek gently with his fingertips. To his surprise, Leon turned his head, nibbling on them a little, causing Sora to giggle and give a soft mewl at the same time. "This all started this morning when you asked me why I mewled…"

Leon stood, placing a hand over Sora's and wrapping an arm snugly around his waist. He yanked the boy up into his arms, setting him on the counter to where he didn't have to hurt his back—as Sora was shorter than him—and began nibbling on Sora's neck instead. "So it did." He glanced up momentarily. "Any objections?"

Sora shook his head. "N-No…"

"You know…" Leon trailed his nose up to Sora's jaw. "You never did answer me."

Sora fought to keep his mind clear, to not let the haze hovering over it envelop it completely. "I…I didn't?"

Nibbles along his jaw. Sora reached out, fingers curling in Leon's shaggy mane, and when the latter talked again, his voice was husky, "No. You didn't."

"O-Oh?" Leon's hand cupping the erection between his legs and squeezing gently, causing Sora to mewl, his eyes rolling back into his head a little. "Well, I mewl because I…"

"Sora." Leon smirked, pressing a kiss beneath the boy's chin. "I really don't care at the moment."

Sora nodded. "Y-Yeah…Okay…"

Leon started kissing down the other side of Sora's neck, and Sora closed his eyes, enjoying the nice sensation. However, when Leon's mouth closed halfway down at a certain spot, Sora shrieked in pain, as if he had been burnt, and reared away.

"What? What's wrong!?" Leon demanded, pulling away and looking at Sora in all-out concern. "Did I hurt you, what did I…?"

Sora squeezed his eyes shut, clamping a hand over his neck, shudders racking their way through him, shudders of pain. He whimpered, rocking back and forth a little, praying that the pain would subside. The pain was particularly searing where Leon's lips had been…That had been the place that Riku had bit him and marked him as his.

"Sora…" Leon reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder…

Sora shoved him away and quickly ran to his room, tears blurring his vision. He locked the door behind him.

What did I tell you? The ringing in his ears was greater than before. You're mine, Sora…

Sora stumbled over to his bed, weakly grabbing his cover and pulling it up and over him. He curled into a ball, shivering, tears streaming down his cheeks. He squeezed his eyes shut once more.

Mine…You agreed.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered. "Riku…" he sobbed. "Please…Take the pain away…I'm sorry. I'm yours, I'm really yours…"

Darkness came then, unconsciousness, and Sora relaxed into the realm of sleep. There, everything rippled out, and Sora was facing nothing but vast darkness stretching in all directions. He swallowed.


Arms wrapped around his waist, and his neck was nuzzled affectionately. "Sora…" It was Riku's voice. But he wouldn't have had to speak for Sora to know it was him—Sora would know his touch anywhere and everywhere. "I don't like hurting you…I don't like causing you pain…"

Sora sighed softly as Riku's cool, but utterly warm lips were pressed to the marking at his neck that had been flaring with pain moments earlier. Now, only ripples of comfort gave way, and Sora reached up behind him, entangling a hand in Riku's silky hair. It had grown longer, too, over the past three years. Nice and long, down to his shoulder blades…

"I just get so jealous…" Riku continued, running his hands up Sora's chest. "You're always looking at that man…I don't like the way you look at him. You're only supposed to look at me like that…" He was hugging Sora again. "And today…I got so angry…I thought I was gonna lose you…I don't wanna lose you."

"Then why…?" Sora swallowed, feeling hot tears fill his eyes even as he gave into Riku's touch. "Why did you hurt me?"

"So you wouldn't do it again…It's the only way to learn, Sora…"

Sora turned in his arms, then, looking up into Riku's aqua green eyes. He wrapped his arms around the silver-haired boy's neck. "No, it's not!" he protested, the tears streaming down his cheeks. "You can just…"

Riku didn't answer, just merely leaned down a little, kissing away the tears. "I love you, Sora," he murmured into Sora's hair, letting out a long sigh. "Showing you pain is the only way I can prove I love you."

"You l-love me?" Sora swallowed.

"Mhm…" Riku purred, nipping underneath the other boy's jaw. "You know I do." He pulled back slightly, looking into Sora's eyes. "You love me, too, right? Tell me. Tell me you're all mine."

"Riku…" Sora whispered. "Of course I am…"

Riku smirked. "Then if you love me you'll stay away from that Leon until I can get to you."

"But how long will that take?" Sora whined. "I wanna see you, Riku…" He hugged the silver-haired boy fiercely. "I wanna see you! I miss you!"

"I miss you, too, Sora. But I don't know how long it'll be…" He was already fading away. "Just stay away from that Leon man…"


"You're avoiding me."

Sora blinked the next day, rubbing the back of his neck, a puzzled expression on his face as Leon stood before him, hands on his hips, expression stern and gray eyes unreadable. "Leon…? What are you talking about, I don't avoid anyone…"

Leon folded his arms over his chest. "You're lying." His eyes flickered. "If you haven't been avoiding me, the least I could have gotten was a decent hello."

"Oh? A hello?" Sora moved past him. "That didn't matter to you before, Leon, why would it now?" He couldn't keep the bitterness out of his voice. He was just in a bad mood today, and an interrogation that was sure to go from normal to worse from Leon wasn't what he needed. Plus, he just didn't want to be close, for fear of…of…

"Don't be like Seifer."

At the quietly spoken words—so soft Sora almost didn't catch them—he whirled, facing Leon. "What?"

Leon turned his head to the side. "You're close to me one moment, then pushing me away the next. I'm the one supposed to be pushing people away…Not you, Sora. Don't be like Seifer."

Helpless tears filled Sora's eyes. His bottom lip trembling, he placed a hand on the table to steady himself, glaring at Leon with all the dignity he could muster, but it wasn't very much. "You're accusing me of…? Leon, is he the reason you're the way you are? So cold and callous and distant? Don't accuse me of being like someone I barely know, nonetheless am nothing like. You don't know the whole story…" he choked. "So don't…Don't accuse me of hurting you! That's what you're doing!"

Leon stared at him for a few moments, eyes widened in a bit of shock. "Sora, I'm not…" He sighed, shaking his head, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I won't lie…But at least tell me what's going on…I don't like being avoided."

"But you can avoid people?" Sora retorted. "Leon…Don't be a hypocrite."

Leon smiled faintly. "I guess that's what I am, isn't it?" He glanced at Sora, then moved over to him, giving his hair a rustle. "Well, let me be the jackass is what I'm trying to say. I don't like it when you are…" He sighed. "You're supposed to be happy and carefree. A little runt who somehow wound up wielding the Keyblade."

Sora pouted a little. "It's not my fault…"

"I know." Leon waved a hand. "I know…Look at me. I'm getting sappy."

Sora tilted his head a little to the side. "Leon, are you okay? Besides the obvious," he added hastily.

Leon looked at him for a few moments, as if contemplating how to answer that, then shrugged, folding his arms over his chest again. "No one's asked me that question in a while…And I haven't really been okay since…Since Rinoa died."

Sora was beginning to understand. "And you sought comfort in Seifer?"

"…He was as depressed as me. We were both fucked up. We had nothing left. All we had was our rivalry and the passion that comes with that rivalry." Leon turned around, shaking his head. "We were two outcasts…We were two people that were complete opposites. Even when we were what you would consider being together, it was bitter."

"Why don't you wear the necklace anymore, Leon?"

"Same reason I never got back the ring Rinoa had that was mine. I don't want anything to do with it."

"Then why don't you get rid of it?" Sora sounded impatient.

"I can't…I've tried, believe me…" Leon's shoulders slumped, his eyes closing. "But I can't."

"Muu…" Sora came up behind Leon despite Riku's command to stay away from him. He wrapped his arms around the other's narrow waist, nuzzling the man's back. "Well, I don't have anything to give you." He grinned a little.

Leon stiffened at first, then relaxed. "I know." He smiled faintly. "Maybe that's for the best," he said over his shoulder. "I wouldn't know what to do with it."

"Look at it and think 'This came from that runt of a Keyblade Master', right?" Sora giggled.

"Somethin' like that…" Leon turned, hugging Sora to him tightly, nuzzling his hair. He inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled. "Enough about me. Are you okay, Sora?"

Sora smiled happily, content. "I'm fine."

"You weren't mewling last night…" Leon pulled back a little, eyes showing somewhat concern. "I'm worried."

"I'm fine, really, I am." Sora smiled again, this time more firmly, and he hoped his sapphire eyes wouldn't reveal how tired he was or the thoughts of agony of being without Riku or what Riku would do to him if anything happened between Sora and Leon.


As the words hissed at the back of his mind, Sora let Leon go, albeit a bit reluctantly, and made his way over to the sink to begin washing the dishes they had continued neglecting.

You are mine. Mine.

I know, Riku, Sora thought, letting the sink fill up with water. I know. I'm sorry.

I thought you loved me.

I…I do…Sora sighed.

Then stay away from him! A shriek. Damnit! You shared the paopu fruit with me, our destinies are intertwined, not yours and his! He doesn't care about you, he's just using you because he's got no one now and you're there!

That was like a slap to the face. That stabbed right where it really hurt. Riku…What…?

Smug. Only I can love you. You know that. No one else can truly appreciate you.

Sora slumped, hanging his head, beginning to scrub the dishes. Tears brimmed his eyes before he wisely kept them back. He knew Leon was watching him. I'm sorry.

"I wanna know what's going on between you and Riku," Leon told Sora firmly. "Something's happening. Sora, you don't get distant for no reason, I've lived with you for three years, I should know."

Sora turned from the dishes, giving Leon a reassuring grin. "Geeze, Leon, what's gotten into you lately? I'm perfectly fine. Riku's fine. We're all fine."

Leon gave Sora a stern look. "What's he doing to you?"

"Nothing!" Sora blushed, realizing how fast he had said that, and quickly added to give his statement back up, "We're fine, Leon, stop worrying." He waved a soap-sud hand around idly. "If we were on bad terms, I would have told you…Not like it would have mattered though," he said thoughtfully, tilting his head a little to the side, staring at the ceiling. "You would have told me to talk to a wall, though I say it's the same thing."

Leon scowled a little at that, placing a gloved hand on his hip. "I'm being serious."

Sora nodded. "I am, too." Grinning, winking, he went back to washing the dishes they had been neglecting for a bit too long now…

Without saying a word, Leon took off his gloves, stuffing them in his pocket, and joined him, turning on the cold water and beginning to rinse for him. He stood in silence, hands keeping him busy, cocking his head a little to the side as he used the dishtowel to dry the dishes.

Sora glanced up at him momentarily, then dunked his hands back in the water with a purposeful splash. This caused water to spray up at Leon, and he scowled a little, glaring down at Sora. Sora grinned again.

"Yo," he said playfully. "You're looking a bit down, Leon, you all right?"

Leon glared for a few moments more, then took some water, splashing Sora back.

"Hey!" Sora cried, raising his arm to defend most of it, but the big slosh soaked his hair. "Unfair!"

Leon merely grunted. "Wash. Don't play. This isn't supposed to be playtime."

Sora stuck his tongue out. But this only caused Leon to raise an eyebrow, eyes intense, and cock his head a little to the side again with a suggestive, knowing look. Sora blushed and quickly did as Leon had told him. Leon watched him a few moments more, then smiled faintly, going back to drying.

"Anyone ever tell you that you were a party pooper, Leon?" Sora asked casually with a light shrug of his shoulders.

"Several times."

"And what did you tell them?"

"Tell it to a wall."

"Same thing," Sora mumbled with a roll of his eyes. "Geeze, Leon, you're getting…kinda old now! Ya gotta be more original, ya know?"

"That is original. No one else says it," Leon retorted evenly.

Sora paused, then let it go. "Good point." Seeing Leon's smug smirk, he splashed water at him again. At Leon's scowl, he laughed. "C'mon, Leon, lighten up a little…"

Leon leaned over suddenly, closing his eyes and doing something he hadn't done before. He kissed Sora softly on the lips. When he pulled away, Sora found himself swallowing and staring deep into Leon's eyes, hands buried in the scalding water, but he had completely forgotten about that. His cheeks were a bright red, and Leon just watched him quietly.

"…Thanks," Sora managed.

Leon blinked. "Thanks?"

Sora swallowed, blushing even more. "I mean, uh…Um…"


"YOW!" Sora yelled, quickly pulling his hands out of the water. "Ouch! Ouch, ouch, ouch…" he whined, shaking them, then blowing on them in hopes to cool them. "Ouch! That hurt…"

"Good going, genius," Leon grunted, then turned, setting down the dish he was holding and using his dishtowel to wipe off Sora's hands, clearing it of the suds. Once that was finished, he took the small, slender hands in his own and blew on them softly, rubbing them a little to gain back circulation. "Are you all right?"

"Mhmmm…" Sora mewled a little. "Just dandy."

"All right, then." Leon let him go. "If you're fine we can get back to what we were doing."

Sora gave a little scowl at that, but then asked slyly, "The kiss or washing dishes?"

Leon shrugged. "…Whatever."

Sora felt a pang of hurt at the back of his mind. But it wasn't his. It was…

Sora…Why are you doing this to me? I love you…Stop causing me this pain…If you loved me, too, you wouldn't hurt me…

With a long sigh, Sora decided he would go for the latter and obediently finish washing the dishes indeed. I'm sorry, Riku…But you're not here with me…I…

Is that it? Bitterness. Resentment. Calm, barely bridled anger. I have to be there? I'm trying the best I can. Fine…I'll come sooner than you think. Tomorrow.

Sora dropped the glass he was holding, and it fell back into the suds with another splash. Leon was about to snap at him, but it wouldn't have mattered, anyway—Sora was staring intently at the wall.

Riku? Riku, what do you mean, tomorrow? Riku?

No answer.

"Sora." A nip to his ear to grab his attention, and it caused Sora to shiver. "Sora, are you all right?"

"Um…" Sora blinked hard. "Riku's going to be here tomorrow."

"What?" Leon's voice was curt. "What do you mean?"

"…I don't know." Sora swallowed. "I…I don't think we can do this, Leon. The thing is, I…" He blinked hard again. Tears were beginning to make his vision blurry. He fought furiously to keep them back. "I…I belong to Riku. I promised." A sob. "I'm sorry."

And he ran off to his room, locking it, leaving Leon to stare after him.