Disclaimer: Don't own Kingdom Hearts, etc., so I'm not making any money from this drabble. Just pure amusement...
Warnings: Sora being made to drink weird stuff, light shonen ai, odd humor, AU-ish, alcohol mentioned, erm...bodily excretions that you don't mention at the dinner table (i.e. puke)...
Notes: This prompt was from Saku for "The Drabble Wars": Axel/Sora- The first time was with a cup of coffee, the second a cup of tea...
"Lover's Spat"
WC-345
Written: 8/21/11
Edited: 8/22/11
Sora nervously rubbed his fingers against one another, wanting to rub his tongue raw from the memory of the last time he lost a game to Axel. He couldn't believe he was doing this...again. Coffee was NASTY the first time, and Axel had made him drink it black (he didn't stop to think that that might have been why it was disgusting because he could have just put sugar and creamer in it). Now he was being made to drink tea...bitter, gross, warm black tea with vodka in it. He knew he was going to puke after this.
"Come on, come on, chug it!" Axel nagged from beside him at the kitchen table, green eyes blazing with that smugness he couldn't stand (oh he'd LOVE to pour this crap down his throat and watch HIM gag on it).
"Alright, alright." He answered, his dusky locks bouncing.
Chugging it really was the best—and worst—way to get this over with, and he did. Coughing and hacking and sputtering and spewing all the way through it, but he got it down!
The moment his face turned green Axel was laughing his butt off. He didn't even get to make it to the bathroom before puke was all over the kitchen floor.
"Come on! Please? Just one kiss? It was your fault. You should know better than to play poker against me..." Axel pleaded.
The red head was trying his best to win Sora over with "The Look." The one where he gives you big, sad, gorgeous, green eyes while trying to cuddle up to you at the time. Sora stuck his bottom lip out and crossed his arms over his chest, swatting the older boy away.
"Leave me alone!" Finally having enough, Sora stood up from the couch and stomped on Axel's foot.
"You laughed the whole damn time and didn't even try to help me once," he continued before stomping off to the bedroom.
"Fine! Be a brat!" Axel yelled, rubbing his foot, not feeling guilty at all.
He'd get his kiss one way or another.
Owari