Dubstep:
Riku and Sora disagree on a lot of things: the brunette loves chocolate, the silverette can't stand sweets; Sora relaxes only on rainy days, whereas Riku needs an hour to himself at some point during each day just to think; Sora like dogs, and Riku… cats. Usually these arguments on which is better, what is good and what isn't, end up in a wrestling match or a bet. However, there is one thing they can agree with.
WUB WUB WUB WUB Vr-rr-rr-rr WU-U-UB.
"HEY, SORA!"
The lithe brunette walks out from the hall, snapping his fingers to the heavy beat with one hand and the other hand bobbing up and down like gangsters do sometimes when they rap. Wearing just a baggy t-shirt (Riku's) and a pair of navy blue basketball shorts, the silverette who had called for him couldn't help but stare fondly at such a cute sight. His hair, as gravity-defying as it ever was, sways and even vibrates from the ridiculously loud speakers. Poor Sora already has hearing problems, and certainly the Skryllex blasting through the house won't help, but it has always been fun to watch him try to walk and dance at the same time.
Riku decides that catching Sora's attention with his shouts would be just as impossible as killing Gandalf. Lifting himself up from his plush blue recliner, the silverette follows Sora to the kitchen, waiting for the best opportunity to scare him without causing a glass cup to shatter. After waiting an agonizing 60 seconds, the unaware victim finally puts his water-filled cup down and turns to the pantry. At that moment, Riku sneaks behind him (not a hard task) and jolts his sides instantaneously, growling for extra measure.
If the music weren't so loud, Sora's yelp would have allowed Riku adequate satisfaction in himself. Instead, all that can be heard is fancy white noise. But, Sora's panicked, then frantic, then angry expressions are enough to send Riku into a laughing fit. The greatest part, Riku would consider later, is that Sora's predictable rant of "I almost pissed my pants! What were you thinking? I could have dropped…" and so on and so forth was successfully avoided. Or at least, Riku couldn't hear it.
In the middle of a snort, Riku continues to tickles Sora's sides. He could hear all his lover's possible protests in his mind's ear, but soon enough the brunette is on the ground writhing in agony with no means of escape. In all honesty, whatever Riku had wanted from Sora before this whole affair has been completely forgotten.
However, this is why they can agree on listening to dubstep. Sora enjoys it ear-splittingly loud to dance and feel the bass wrack his bones. Riku, on the other hand, loves it because it renders Sora vulnerable to attack at any both of them, the music provides an unknown but not entirely rejected adrenaline rush which often leads to other things they enjoy…. So, the reasons they like it are different, sue them. But hey, at least they agree on something.
A/N: I'm baaaaack~ Hahahaha... Goodness it's been a long time since I've written anything. Go easy on me please :) Reviews are thoroughly enjoyed. Thank you for reading!