Welcome to my other new story. :) Like I said, since Caller Number Nine is and has ended, I've decided to work on this and Cab. Cab. being more darker and a thicker and romantic plot, and this being more realstically fluffy and something that could really happen. I'll be sure to update both stories freq. So make sure to check them both out, haha.

Warnings: Yaoi, Mention Of Incest, sugesstive themes, drinking.
no actual incest though

more to be added about story!

Love Thy Brother

Prologue

"Which one, Riku? Texas Chainsaw or the Grudge? Pick! I can't decide!"

Sora grinned widely at his friend who was sprawled out on the couch. Childish brown locks of unruly hair fell on his swarthy skin, giving him the appearance of a real islander. Turquoise, perfect in some senses, eyes shimmered in the dull darkness of the room. The only light to be found was that emitting from the television in back of the short brunet. Black cargo pants accompanied by a black shirt were concealed in the stale darkness, making the other appear almost ghostly. Of course, that vehement voice and spirit proved that the other was very lively, not dead.

"I don't know," Riku grumbled, further burying his face into the couch-cushion. Aquamarine eyes were hidden in the tawny cushion, tightly shut. Hands clenched at random moments against the body of the couch as the male lay there, trying to take a nap. Strands of silky silver hair fell onto his shoulders, looking a bit shinier than ever in the darkness. In addition, even a bit messier than usual. The friend wore a grey jacket over a navy blue shirt with jeans, looking as casual as ever.

"Then just pick one! Which one haven't you seen?" Sora nagged, walking closer to the couch. In each of Sora's hands rested a DVD case. The brunet grinned as he attempted to shove them towards Riku's face. A groan was heard as Riku rose his rather muscular arm to swat the technology away. "Riku!" Sora further pouted, huffing a bit childishly. "You can't go to sleep, stay up and watch movies with me!"

"Make me," Riku mumbled, a smirk filtering onto his face. Before he even knew what hit him, Sora had pounced onto his older friend's back. "Sora!" Riku seethed in a hiss, feeling the uncomfortable weight of the younger boy on him. For heaven's sake… "Get off me!" Riku demanded, trying to strain his neck to glance over his shoulder at the other, but failed. "Get off or I'll make you!" Riku warned, a mischievous look flashing in his eyes.

"Aw, Riku! Lighten up!" Sora smiled down at his friend, folding his arms to his chest. Sora kept the movies in his hands as a silent refusal to allow Riku to go to bed. Triumphantly, the brunet tilted his head to the side. The teen watched Riku lay beneath him in utter amusement. Well, until-

Riku rose his arm from his side once more, reaching into the air to bat the DVDs out of Sora's hands. Both fell to the floor in a clutter, and before he knew it, Riku's firm hand had gripped onto his. The boy sat there in shock for a few seconds before he felt himself being toppled over, his taller and older friend landing squarely on top of him. Nice, Riku. Very nice.

"I told you." Riku smirked down at his friend, releasing his grip on Sora's hands. "Now, are you going to let me sleep or am I going to have to force you to comply?" Riku wondered, pressing his hands on either side of his friend.

"You can't force me to do that," Sora grinned in response, blue eyes shimmering with an adorable defiance and- all right, it was not adorable, lets never think that again. Riku shook his head momentarily before reaching upward with one hand, lowering it onto his friend, and attacking the brunet's side in a frenzy of jerks.

"Ah! S-s-top! N-no fair! Y-y-you know I'm ticklish!" Sora pouted in between laughs as he tried to wiggle free of his friend's grasps. "R-r-iku!" Sora continued in a laughing pout, trying to roll out from under Riku. "O-okay!! I give in!" Sora finally declared, still laughing as Riku removed his hands.

"Good," Riku answered in a accomplished voice, sneering down at his friend beneath him. "Now, can you get off the couch and let me sleep?" Riku inquired, face subconsciously closer to Sora than he realized.

"Nu-uh, too comfy. Sorry," Sora replied, nuzzling his head into the couch-cushion as he shut his eyes. Riku let out a long sigh as he glared down at Sora. "You're welcome to sleep on the floor though, Riku," Sora added in a cheesy, but helpful, voice.

"I'll just sleep on you," Riku declared nonchalantly.

Riku then wedged his body between the back of the couch and Sora. It was amazing how both boys could fit!

Sora snapped his eyes open, glancing over to Riku who was centimeters from him. A nervous smile spread through Sora as Riku smiled back at him.

"Uncomfortable, but it'll work," Riku declared.

"Y-yeah…" Sora answered, turning on his side so he gave his friend a bit more room. All the while his face was a gentle shade of red. Within moments, to what Sora thought, Riku had fallen asleep. But to Riku, he couldn't sleep, not when he was in such a… pleasing was it?, position as this.

"Night, Riku," Sora answered in that adorable voice. All right, it was adorable, he had to admit.

"Night, Sora," Riku murmured back, too content to say anything else. He did not like Sora . . . right?

And with that said, both boys fell asleep to the blue light of the TV. Riku's hand, somehow, had found Sora's and taken it within his own in his slumber. Fingers interlaced with each other as they both slept in peace. They didn't like each other that way, right? Of course not! They weren't … like that. Best friends till the end. It was natural like this. That was all.

"Hmm…" Sora's mother, Taranda, was standing by the door of the room a few hours later, peaking into the room to check on her son. A warm smile spread through her as she watched. "I bet Sora will be happy when he realizes that he and Riku are going to be step-brothers…" If only she knew the consequences that would create.

For Riku and Sora had no idea what was to come.

Leave your morals at the door.