Author's Note: I'm slowly and sporadically uploading my fics from livejournal. This is actually one of my favorites. Midterms are hell, but maybe afterwards I'll actually write something new.

And remember: If you like it, or think there's something I could've improved on, please drop me a comment!

A loud crash, the sound of things breaking. A shattering noise that sounded similar to a plate being thrown into the wall.

"Why the hell do I even put up with an idiot like you?"

This was what Sora listened to as he sat on the edge of his bed. Roxas and Axel were fighting. Again

"Why the hell do we put up with them? Can't we go somewhere else?"

Sora looked up to meet his boyfriend's turquoise eyes, "Do you really want to try to leave? 'Cause the door out of here is right in the crossfire." Sora crawled up next to Riku and lay his head against the silver haired boy's shoulder, "Do you think they'll stop anytime soon?"

A dubious look. "We'll be lucky if the neighbors decide to mind their own business and not call the cops this time."

"I guess you're right." Sora let out a sigh.

The sound of shattering glass drifted upstairs.

"Mom's gonna be so mad if that was her flower vase."

"At least then your brother would be grounded for a while. It would give those two a chance to cool down."

"Still . . . . there must be another way for those two to solve their problems." Sora was used to the fighting, but that didn't mean he stopped worrying about Roxas.

"Marriage counseling, perhaps?" Riku snorted.

"Get out you bastard."

"I don't even know why I'm still here, at least Larxene didn't try to throw chairs at me!"

"Great, he had to go and bring up his ex, didn't he? Roxas is going to kill him now."

"You know, as much as I would really love to keep talking about your brother's dysfunctional love life, there are much better things we could be doing right now."

Sora was lost for a minute, until he caught the smirk playing on the other's lips. Then his face flushed and he glared at Riku, "H-h-how can you be thinking of something like that at a time like this?"

The older boy shifted until he was straddling Sora's hips, "Think about it, they're making all that noise down there, they won't hear a thing." he leaned down to nip at the tan neck exposed to him, hands drifting down to work at the buttons on the brunet's jeans.

Needless to say Sora really couldn't manage to create a good argument.

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Meanwhile . . . .

"Are you sure that we shouldn't have called first?" a slate haired boy questioned as a blonde boy with a firm grip on his hand dragged him up the driveway to a certain house.

"Nonsense Zexy, they're our friends. They'll be happy to see us at any time!"

Demyx could've sworn he heard a mumbled "It's your funeral." but he let it slide and let go of Zexion's hand to ring the doorbell.

"Ah . . . Riku, harder, harder!"

"You ignorant little brat, how dare you!"

"Sora, god, Sora, I'm gonna . . ."

"Little! Ignorant! Listen here you dumbass pyro . . ."

"Oh god, RIKU!"

"Ohmyfuckinggod . . . ." sea green eyes went wide with horror.

When the musician managed to get somewhat of a hold on himself, he grabbed his boyfriend's hand again and ran as fast as his legs could possibly carry him.