A/N: Again, more LJ-Drabbley stuff. This was really hard for me to write. I'm not a big Riku/Roku fan, much less Roku as the uke. So ... he ended up seme. And ... I don't like tea ... so ...
Disclaim: Um, hello, Nomura's wife?
It wasn't as though he didn't know the brooding blonde was there, just letting the rain drench his coat. And it wasn't as though he was rude enough not to greet him.
It was just that he was a little … preoccupied.
But he could feel those cerulean eyes, far more smoldering than that of his Other's, blearing into his back and warming the skin where they made contact, despite the cold chill of rain. He could only give a small smirk to his in tune senses, well aware that the Nobody had his weapon summoned, death writ beneath the shadows of his hood.
He chose to ignore it, however, rose his hand to wave at the youth over his shoulder.
"What are you doing here?" It was a cold accusation, and Riku was well aware he could not see around him. He raised his thermostat up for sight.
"Just having some tea," he replied without hesitance, no matter how obscure to comment seemed. "The rain's cold. But I like the view up here, so I didn't want to move."
There was silence. Prolonged, awkward, mournful. The type where Riku would contemplate if the Gods cried for him, were he not above the circumstances of his drink.
Oh, yes. Mint Tea made him happy. Downright giddy, in fact.
"Do you … want some … Roxas?" He added the name on as an afterthought, knowing full well the Nobody may become enraged. He hated being compared to, being treated like Sora, after all.
There was no verbal response, but he heard the click of footsteps, the movement of fabric, the metallic clank and its surging magicks as his weapon disappeared. Before he could think, hands were on him, the calloused pads over his shoulders and swooping down onto his chest, tangling in the silvers of his robe
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." And he couldn't help but smirk beneath his blindfold at the indignant sound.
The silver-headed swordsman toyed with him for a bit. Poured him some in the top and pulled it away when he went to reach for it, able to sense ever nerve and muscle in the keyblade wielder to properly react. When the blonde seemed to reach his peak of annoyance and snatch wantonly at the substance, the elder promptly drank.
And, with a smirk of victory, noted the gloved digits firm on his jaw, jerking his face up for lips and confines to be devoured. A daring tongue: darting, tasting, taking, not at all surprise when met with the tingle of mint.
Riku simply succumbed, allowed himself to enjoy that kiss with a delightful shiver that was only enunciated by the cold rain. Roxas seemed more entranced, however, by the kiss than the beverage, as he continued to invade his orifice even after it was gone.
He swore he heard a purr above him as he leaned back to lay on that cold obsidian edifice. The blonde's mouth left him in favor of trailing down the chest he had unzipped, a hot mouth opposing cold rain that made desire spurn in both bellies.
It wasn't long at all before Roxas had his elder's pants down, stroking and touching, rubbing all the most sensitive areas while his lips and teeth and tongue were wordlessly busy on pale skin.
The peaceful hum of falling rain was interrupted by the swordsman's pleasure and pain riddled cry as curious digits invaded, slick with … with …
"That … tingles…"
As his mind fell into bliss, Riku reminded himself to drink mint tea around Roxas more often …