Disclaimer: If Riku and Sora were mine…oh you just don't want to know. But, alas, they belong to people with morals.
A/N: David and his stupid pink slut shirt. Damn. It's sexy XD
Riku's foot hovered above a stair, fingers tightening on the banister. Something was in his room. He pressed his body close to the wall, slowly ascending the staircase. His mother was out…he just got home from school. A burglar! Slowly, ever so slowly the silver haired teenager slunk towards his room, newly acquired flower vase in his hands.
He shut his eyes, sucking in a breath before jumping in the doorway and lunching himself into his room with a war cry worthy of the most primitive of cave men. This primordial outburst was met with a scream that would rival an opera singer. Both cries had reached their peak and slowly died into oblivion as the two stared at each other.
Blink. Blink.
'Sora…?' The vase lowered.
'Heh heh'
'What are you doing in my ro-' Aquamarine eyes narrowed at the chocolate haired creature near his dresser. 'Why are you digging through my dresser?' Pervert.
Sora blushed and took a rather large step away from said object. 'I was looking for something'
A white socked foot tapped.
'Riku, don't look at me like that'
It intensified.
Sora squirmed.
Stupid look.
The foot tapping ceased.
'Fine.' He stressed, 'i' turning into a 'y' sound. 'I was looking for that pink shirt of yours'
A slender, silver brow lifted in inquisition.
'You know,' Sora whined, 'The one with that word across it'
Riku's lips curled up into a grin that could surpass The Grinch himself. 'What word, Sora'
He muttered something incoherent.
'Hmm? What was that, my friend'
A little louder.
He could make out the hiss of the 's' and the hard sound of the finishing 't'.
Riku cupped his right ear and leaned his torso towards his life long friend.
'SLUT!' Sora bellowed, hands balled into fists, eyes clamped shut.
Riku burst into a fit of near death laughter wile Sora curled his lips in, cheeks stained pink from embarrassment.
One minute passed.
Riku was catching his breath.
Sora was pouting, arms crossed.
Riku regained composure.
They stared.
No blinking.
Riku broke it. 'Second from the bottom, in the back'
Sora blushed and retrieved the shirt. He held it up to himself, eyes cast downwards as if he could see what he would look like in it.
Riku cocked his head to one side before walking over.
He was close to Sora.
Too close.
Sora could feel it.
Riku leaned in.
Heat on Sora's face.
Lips brushed against lips.
It was innocent, chaste. Barely a kiss.
It sent butterflies into Sora's stomach.
Riku drew his mouth to Sora's ear, where he whispered in a tone Sora had never heard him speak in before; words he never dreamt Riku would ever say; 'My shirt.' He let out a soft breath on Sora's ear, 'My slut'
Sora blushed.