A/N: In honor of my dear leader Kumquat Queen's birthday, I Madax, have gifted her with a crappy fic of her favorite pairing. I hope you enjoy this, doll, because I'm never writing slash for you again. Next year, you're getting cheese.
I disclaim.
It happens once, and Sora is so certain Roxas hates him. Roxas tells his brother that everything is alright, that there's nothing to forgive. They agree, though, that it was a mistake. After all, they're brothers. Brothers, quite simply, do not do that sort of thing. It's just not right. It can never happen again.
It happens a second time. Sora is angry, entirely at himself. Once again, his apology is misplaced. It is clear, at least to Roxas, that they're both to blame, both lacking the willpower.
They determine that they need to be away from each other for a little while, until they can better control themselves. So Sora spends the summer with Riku, in Traverse Town, hundreds of miles away from Roxas and temptation.
But, naturally, time passes and Sora must go home, to the brother he knows is waiting. This time will be different, he says. This time he is not going to give in.
So it comes as little suprise when there is a thrid time.
Slowly, Sora can feel his sanity slipping away, lost among the blond locks and pleading blue eyes. Roxas is becoming more to him than he ever should have been. And every time it happens, he feels more and more of himself coming undone.
Fourth time. Fifth. Sixth.
It happens again and again and again. He loses more and more and more.
He wonders sometimes, how much he has left. How many times before he stops being Sora?
And he never, ever stops counting.