A/N: This story can be considered a daily drabble focused mainly on Riku/Sora. For now the rating is T, because though there will be a lot of references to sex I won't be doing anything too hardcore (for now).

Sora stared blankly at the back of Riku's head, tapping the eraser of his pencil against his lower lip in an unconscious attempt to distract himself from the senseless ramblings of his math teacher in the front of the room. Riku was oblivious to the extra attention, leaning awkwardly on his palm before tugging his tie off when a particularly hot tropical breeze wafted through the propped open school windows. Sora allowed the eraser to slide in-between his lips, pearly white teeth clamping down into the wood of the pencil and leaving marks while his tongue drew circles around the tip. Unfocused cerulean eyes watched as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of Riku's neck and disappeared into the linen of his school-uniform.

The brunet pulled at his collar, hotter than ever.

In front of him, Riku had returned to leaning on his palm. The older boy was trying to listen to the teacher, but the feeling of being observed had slithered into his skin. He turned around, green eyes searching for Sora's face. Instead, Riku immediately focused on the pencil crushed between his friend's teeth.

Something in him twisted, and he couldn't look away when Sora slipped the pencil from his mouth. A small string of saliva laced from his tongue to the wood, before breaking when the brunet set the pencil on his desk and locked eyes with his friend. Both boys kept their eye-contact constant, until finally the teacher up front cleared his throat and called Riku's name. The spell of heat and boredom was broken, and it wasn't until a few minutes later that Riku turned back around.

Sora smiled his soft, crooked smile.

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Kissing Kairi, Sora decided, was like practicing kissing your palm. It was kind of exciting at first, especially when you thought you were getting it right, but it quickly got boring and never incited butterflies in your stomach. It was simply pressing your lips to your skin, or, in Kairi's case, pressing lips to lips. Either way the experience was not rewarding.

Kissing Riku, Sora decided, was kind of like setting a thunderstorm loose in his body, raising his blood pressure, and erasing all thoughts from his mind except more, more, more...

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"Kairi asked me out today," Sora mumbled, breathlessly, against Riku's lips. The elder teen flipped him over, back flopping into the sand on the deserted beach loudly, and did not reply. A calloused hand slipped up the brunet's shirt, gripping at his ribs deftly while it's owner sank his teeth into Sora's lower lip. The boy yelped, groaning when his friend's attentions slipped to his neck.

Hot butterfly kisses ran over his skin, and Sora couldn't help but wiggle his lower body against Riku's in anticipation. "What..." Riku paused to trace Sora's clavicle with his tongue, "did you say?"

Sora's hands slithered out into the sand, gripping it tightly and enjoying the feel of its pieces slipping through his fingers. When he was with Riku it was like everything was slipping away...

"I told her I would," he said, allowing his friend to rid him of his shirt.

Riku pulled the brunet into his lap, never missing a beat. "That's good. It was only a matter of time until you two got together." He bit Sora's right pectoral and undid the button of the boy's jeans.

"Oh, god.." was all Sora managed, head lulling back.

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There was no real instigator to their relationship. At least nothing really dramatic. One day while swimming together Sora, surprisingly enough, pressed his lips into Riku's while they were underwater. In that moment the floodgates opened and washed over the two with a tidal wave of emotion that had been held back over their ten-year friendship. They had both frozen for a moment, and then the magic caught and it was a clash of teeth and tongue and desperation.

Neither ever looked back.

A/N: I like writing Sora as a lot more depraved than he actually is. No fifteen-year-old boy could be as innocent as the game makes him out to be.