Pairings: Sora and Riku, obviously. Hints at Tidus/Axel. Axel/Roxas. Xemnas/Saix. And many others. Prepare for a rain of unholy sexual tension and an unheard of concentration of gay boys.

Warning: Shameless smutiness and general boy/boy content. Drug use and underaged drinking, cursing, fighting, and a lot of high school shenanigans. An overabundant use of the "oh-so-desirable lead" stereotype, along with the use and abuse of many other cliches. Undoubtable pheromones, padded speedos, groping and molestation.

Disclaimer: I don't own shit and we all know it

Title: Fantasy by LAMA

Izzy would like you to note: Yes, I'm redoing this several years later. No, there aren't significant changes. bye.

Fantasy

It started with a dream. It wasn't anything novel or unheard of, but for Sora, it was mortifying and intoxicating all at once, sending tremors through his slumbering body.

He was standing at the free throw line, his gaze trained on the metal rim before him, barely aware of the boys jostling along the sides of the restricted area. He breathed in steadily, that slight inhalation the only sound ringing in his ears as he lined up the shot, swiped sweat away from his lips, bounced the ball once, then bent his knees and, with perfect form, sunk the ball. No rim, no net, just a pure, game-winning, crowd-shattering shot, that single, unerring key to victory, splitting the court in two as his teammates rushed around him, flinging themselves on him in a sweaty heap. There was cheering, clamorous cheering, and then the sound of everything clicking off, the people around him flowing away like wisps. A single point of light shot out, illuminating the area immediately around him, emphasizing just how terribly alone he was. He spun, panicking, looking for a way out. Somehow, the darkness seemed impenetrable, and he didn't dare to step from his ray of light for fear of being swallowed up, or reduced to mist like his erstwhile teammates and admirers.

He paused, his breathing labored, eyes connecting for one fleeting second on the form of a slowly approaching individual, shrouded by the darkness even as he stepped closer and closer to the light. Just as he'd appeared, the being disappeared, his footsteps still echoing everywhere, surrounding Sora even as he spun and sought their source. He grew more and more frantic as the knots in his stomach coiled.

"Sora."

A small gust of air flitted past his ear as the voice attached intoned his name. He felt hands settle on his shoulders, sudden yet smooth, dragging over his arms seconds later in a lingering manner, fingertips gently massaging his skin. "It's just me, Sora," the voice uttered again, even closer to his ear, even lower and more laden with meaning. "Sora," it whispered, lips pressing to the ridges of his ear as he shivered and gasped, noting that the hands were moving to wrap around his waist. He turned his head slightly, eyes mere slits, lidded with lust and fear. His heart thundered through him resoundingly, picking up even as he turned and took in the person holding him, now touching him, slipping those hands lower towards his-

"No!"

Sora's corporeal form sat up as he screamed this, his mind shaking off the dream he'd just been lost in. He panted, his heart thundering much as it had in his sleep, his body giving a little jump and shudder as someone knocked on his door.

"Sora?" his mother called, her ear obviously pressed to the door. "Is everything alright?"

Sora nodded hastily, then internally chided himself for being air-headed as he realized that his mother couldn't physically see him. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and called out a thick, "Yes" before scrambling out of bed, his mind still a mess.

"I'll be out in a minute," he continued after a moment, noting that he hadn't heard retreating footsteps after his reassurance.

He waited, swallowing again and pressing his lips tight, evening his breathing as it rushed through his nostrils. Even as his mother called out a quick "Okay" and he heard her wander away, his heart wouldn't cease its pounding. It didn't help that he kept reliving flashes of his dream, or that he was just now noticing the throbbing between his legs.

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut then ventured a tentative peek down at himself, hoping, praying, that he wasn't… He groaned again when he noticed the unflagging erection making itself clear beneath his shorts, flapping his arms in an uncouth attempt at distraction. He let out a few more whines and annoyed grunts before sinking to the floor next to his bed and leaning against the mattress, seeing no other option. He squeezed his eyes shut once again and finished it quickly, imagining every arousing thing possible in quick succession so that his mother wouldn't worry that he was taking so long and come to check on him again. He stood up and clenched his right fist, making his way to the door until he heard a voice behind him that made him start.

"You're up early," Riku declared, a knowing smirk on his face. Sora, whose heart had already suffered quite a bit of abuse that morning, nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of his best friend's voice, immediately pressing himself against his door with one hand on the knob. His chest gave a little heave as he sighed and took in the familiar sight of the silver-haired boy slung across his window sill, that smirk still firmly planted on his lips. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at Sora, staying where he was and waiting for something.

Sora paused, confused, and started turning his door handle. "Uhhh…" he stammered out, gulping and remembering something… "I'm going to get ready!" His voice came out hastily as he fled the room and ran down the hall, slamming a door behind him.

Riku shook his head and chuckled, licking his lips in satisfaction. Then he glanced down at himself just to make certain he'd succeeded in controlling his body. To his relief, there was nothing revealing in his pants, just a lingering heat under his skin telling of what he'd seen.

He shuddered as he remembered, wishing he could go home and get back in the shower to fantasize for a few hours. Instead, he rolled off the window sill gracefully, planting himself on the edge of Sora's bed, still warm with his presence. Riku could smell the sweat and imagined the dream Sora must have had, one that had probably almost become a bit of a mess for the boy.

He couldn't help but smile again as he dragged his hands over the sheet and took in how rumpled it was, picturing Sora thrashing, begging, gasping, moaning-

He stopped those thoughts, gulping and shrugging off that returning heat. He couldn't let himself give in to his attraction to his childhood friend. That would spell disaster, not just for Riku, but for Sora as well, who would feel - Riku was certain - hurt, betrayed, distressed etc.

'Shit,' he thought, running a hand through his hair, pressing it to his lips a moment later. 'I've spent too many years this way.'

Meanwhile, Sora, who felt thoroughly drained and dirty, stepped hastily into the shower, squeezing his eyes shut and scrubbing away the sweat and cum and feelings and Riku-

He paused and slowly let himself relax, staring down at his hands, silent tears surfacing in his eyes. 'This isn't right,' he thought, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his wrist. 'I've… defiled our friendship. I've dishonored his trust.' Sora shook himself, resuming his scrubbing and crying and general self-hatred with a grimace, unable to shake the mood that settled over him even as he stepped out of the bathroom. He rolled his shoulders repeatedly, trying to shuck it all off as he returned to his room with a towel on his waist. He became so distracted, in the end, that he was subsequently shocked when he opened the door and Riku was still there.

Part of him had already given in to the reality that Riku knew, Riku hated him, Riku was disgusted and wouldn't talk to him again. And while the rational part of his brain knew better, Sora hadn't been able to shrug off those misgivings and harsh "truths." They were so ingrained in his mind, in fact, that he didn't even bother saying anything to his friend as he dropped his towel and got dressed, completely ignoring the other boy's presence.

Riku, on the other hand, was staring in disbelief, his heart skipping out an erratic beat and his throat clenching up as Sora stripped before him without a care. He'd seen him naked before, of course, and, as the previous scene proved, more often than Sora knew, but there was something about the nonchalant movements, the tense rolling of his skin, the complete lack of focus. It was driving Riku crazy. He almost reached out, unconsciously, to trail a hand over Sora's back, but refrained at the last second, catching himself even as Sora turned around and gave him a strange, shocked look. It sent shivers through Riku's spine.

Sora just stared for a moment longer, however, even after Riku smiled at him and flicked his eyes off into some empty corner, seemingly lost in his own world.

"Hurry it up, Sora," the taller boy sighed, flopping onto his back on the brunet's bed. "I don't want to be late because of you."

"You'd be late without my help anyways" Sora snorted, forgetting momentarily that he was a bad friend with a sick mind full of dirty thoughts.

Riku laughed and shrugged, moving on without missing a beat. He leapt to his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to relax. "I guess you're right," he muttered, opening the door. "Still, we should probably go now so our combined lateness doesn't get us another week of detention."

Sora smirked, despite himself, and followed his friend downstairs, slinging a beat up old backpack over one shoulder as he went. His mother gave him a strange look as the two boys wandered past, but said nothing, long past the point of scolding Riku for coming in through the upstairs window, possibly wrecking the pipe he shimmied up on his way.

"Hey Mrs. Sakuraba," Riku called, slipping out the front door without much in the way of a reply and hoisting his own backpack from the bushes onto his shoulder. Sora paused, reaching towards the edge of the porch where he kept his skateboard, his eyes flicking over Riku's waiting form as he did. He nearly slapped himself, but snatched up his skateboard instead, favoring his friend with a grimace as he dropped it on the sidewalk and rolled past. Riku didn't hurry to catch up, as usual, counting on Sora to linger when needed, stop when needed. It was the same old routine. Except today, even Riku, who had no clue what was going through Sora's mind, could tell that something was off, and it nagged at him ceaselessly for the duration of their silent trek through town. Even as they stopped at the entrance to their school, Sora kicking his board into his hands and hunkering through the near-silent hallways, Riku chided himself for some unknown wrong he must have done Sora. He knew the kid was blaming himself for whatever transgression had occurred.

Finally, Sora turned to look at him, seeming to forget his sour mood for a split second as he favored his friend with a smile. That was the only encouragement Riku received as the two of them pushed their way into Mrs. Geringer's class and scurried to their seats.

"Late again, I see," the woman said with a smirk, flicking her pen against the surface of whatever paper lay on her clipboard without further comment, turning to resume the lecture they'd interrupted.

"Plato," she started, and that's where she lost both boys, their minds immediately shutting out the sound of her strong voice as their thoughts wandered.

Sora stared at her mouth to be sure it appeared he was paying attention, scribbling something on the paper in front of him casually whenever it seemed like she was looking. He'd gotten through three previous years of school doing the exact same thing, cramming with Riku and the considerably more studious Kairi when exam time came. They barely scraped together the necessary information to get an A- and a consistent 3.75 average GPA each time, but it worked.

Sora was careful during this particular bout of pretending to pay attention not to glance at Riku, think about Riku, or even breathe the same air as Riku, keeping his inhalations short and tight. The only problem with his method of avoidance made itself evident shortly as Riku's every movement flickered in his peripheral vision, and he never was very good at sitting still.

Riku, for his part, was staring at Sora. Not obviously so, just enough to get a pleasant eyeful while also pretending to listen. It soon came to bother him, however, that Sora's gaze never drifted over to him - not once - when, normally, he'd glance over during any lull or break and smile, maybe making a goofy face. Today, however, Sora was staring ahead fixedly, his body tensed and one hand trembling. Riku thought, briefly, that perhaps Mrs. Geringer was the reason he was so taut and drawn in. That perhaps she'd been the one in his dream that had inspired that lovely little scene of self-pleasure Riku had witnessed earlier. He glanced at the woman angrily, trying to figure out why that might be.

Sure, she was young and thin and had beautiful arching cheekbones and a quick smile. Sure her skin was a creamy, shimmering ebony that drew in light and reflected it back like nothing else. And, sure, her eyes were surprisingly chocolatey and lustrous, and maybe that was attractive… "Dammit," Riku murmured just under his breath, drawing a stare from Tidus, who was sitting just in front of him. He shot the boy a dirty look, which was returned before he settled his gaze back at the front, probably ogling Mrs. Geringer just as Sora was.

Riku noted, with dismay, that Sora's last girlfriend had been black, as had his first, and only a few in between had been anything but. 'Maybe he has a thing for dark skin…' Riku glanced down at his own pale arms and sighed, slumping down on his desk. 'This is ridiculous.'

While Riku was absorbed in his own depressing thoughts, he had no clue that Sora had parted his lips slightly to allow his breath to rush a bit faster. That Sora was peeking at him out of the corner of his eyes and his cheeks were flushed and bright. Or that Sora, whose hands had never ceased trembling, was now remembering a brush of fingers, a movement of lips, that, though only existent in his dreams, was making him lose all sense of his surroundings, and it all had to do with Riku. He couldn't get Riku out of his mind and it was driving him crazy.

He tempted fate with a longer glance, a more obvious sigh, a- The bell rang, jolting him out of his reverie. He jumped out of his seat and collected his things a bit too quickly, nearly sending everything scattering as he blushed furiously and cursed himself.

Riku watched and furrowed his brow, not sure what to do with his thoughts, with Sora, with his now ruined day. Then he sighed as he helped his friend, drawing out an "accidental" brush of hand and smiling as he watched Sora blush. 'I can still elicit that much,' he thought, somewhat satisfied.

"Hey man," Tidus called from behind them, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk gracing his lips.

The two boys, each lost in each other without knowing it, turned to greet their friend back, following as he walked out. He turned as he walked, skipping backwards and chattering on about some party.

"Cloud's having it at his place because his parents are gone all weekend. He told me to invite you guys if you're down."

Riku shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Though I can't exactly speak for Sora."

Sora's heart clenched at the comment. Though it was completely innocent and meant nothing, it still made his chest hurt. Still, he nodded after a moment, staring at the ground. "Yeah, I'll come," he muttered, speeding ahead and wandering into his next class. Physics, with Dr. Spurling. He sat down, noting, out of the corner of his eye, the confusion on Riku's face as he entered the classroom behind him and sat down. It almost made him happy. Almost.

However, Riku was staring at him as he sat, concern etched across his features. It sort of made him feel guilty, so Sora gave him a brief, watery smile and stared ahead, hoping they were doing a packet today, or something. This, as it turned out, was indeed the case, and they were all left to their own devices, most people chattering or listening to one of Spurling's crazy stories as the period wore on.

At their little table, Riku continued to stare at Sora, masking his ogling with concern and reaching out for his friend, brushing one hand along his arm. "What's up with you today?" he murmured, distracted briefly by someone calling his name and waving. He met it with a nod and false smile before turning back to what really mattered. "You seem… pissed, or something."

Sora shook his head. "I'm totally fine."

"Oh, c'mon Sora. You know I'm not buying that bullshit."

Sora just shrugged, pretending to focus on his packet.

When Riku wouldn't let up, Sora finally got the courage to face him, turning his gaze on him with yet another watery smile. "It's fine. Seriously. I'm just tired or something. I had a weird dream…" He trailed off barely in time, realizing with horror that he'd almost imparted the details. It seemed so natural, after all, for him to tell Riku, who he told everything.

Riku sighed. "Well, whatever. I just hope you're in a better mood at the party tomorrow."

Sora nodded absently and bit his eraser, ignoring the fluttering in his chest as Riku discussed their current problem with him and the period wore on.

After second, they went their separate ways for one period, which was a relief to both, since it gave Riku time to think and Sora reprieve from his agitation.

"Hey man," Tidus said for the second time that day, flopping down next to Riku in the back of their lecture hall. "What was up with Sora?"

Riku shook his head, trying to puzzle that out himself.

"He seems distracted," Tidus noted, nodding to himself. "I wonder if I pissed him off or something…"

Riku narrowed his eyes at Tidus' remark, suspecting that, under the surface, Tidus had the same feelings for Sora that Riku did. The guy was blatantly pansexual, and had even dated some semi-goth with face tats named Axel, briefly, before turning to celibacy. Riku could only guess that he was holding out for Sora, which made his blood boil uncontrollably when he remembered.

"Don't worry. I doubt you even crossed his mind," Riku said casually, putting on his most neutral face. He almost smirked as he noted the blond's hurt look out of the corner of his eye, knowing he was getting to him in the best way. Nobody could read Riku's emotions except Kairi and, sometimes in his moments of clarity, Sora. Still, he felt a twinge of guilt at his manipulation, wondering if maybe he was depriving Sora of something he wanted.

He thought that, if it came to it, he'd be able to stand passively by and wish Sora well if he wanted to date someone else. But even as he wished that were true, he knew it only applied to girls. After all, the brunet still didn't really see guys as a romantic option, Riku assumed, so it seemed like untouchable territory. And as far as the silveret was concerned, there was no way Tidus was going to be the one to breach that wall, even if it was what Sora wanted. 'I'm so fucking selfish,' he thought, picking at the edge of his notebook and staring up at the head of the classroom. He had self-study in place of an elective, so there was only the supervisor and a smattering of students present in the class, making for a quiet, and slightly disturbing environment as the teacher proved himself to be an enormous creep. Even as Riku pondered the empty blackboard and sunk into his thoughts, the teacher drew his attention, standing a little too close to the female students, laughed a little too much at their jokes. The worst part was, however, when he craned over Riku's head later in the period, resting his hands on his shoulders, making Riku tense up. He knew the guy's attention didn't just extend to female students.

"Looks like you're not working on anything, Riku," he said with a quick grin. Riku grimaced, rolling his shoulders out of the man's touch.

"Yeah. I got all my work done earlier," he lied, staring ahead and picturing blue eyes and chocolate hair to distract himself.

"Well, if you say so," the slimy voice whispered, its owner wandering past to prey on some other pretty boy.

"Ugh," Riku shuddered, swallowing. "I hate that prick."

Tidus nodded at his side, his eyes darkening. "I heard that he tried to grope someone on the swim team last semester but he didn't get in trouble because some other kids backed him up. Makes me fucking sick."

Riku swallowed again, this time against a lump in his throat as he recalled that Sora had been on the swim team. He imagined Sephiroth sitting on the sidelines as he instructed them, smiling just a little bit too broadly at Sora, lingering just a little too long as he directed his body, touching just a little bit too much-

He growled at his own thoughts, hoping it wasn't Sora who'd almost been groped. He stored the thought away for later, thinking of ways to bring it up without scaring his friend off. He knew he'd weasel it out of him eventually if he was persistent enough.

The day moved on without much more interaction between them, however, because Sora was still in his mood. Even at lunch, with the hustle and bustle of everything around him - usually enough of a catalyst to set him talking - he remained silent.

"What's up with you Sor?" Cloud said, nudging him. "You better not bring this little attitude to my house tomorrow because I've got an amazing surprise for you."

Leon glanced over at Cloud and grinned, obviously in on the plan.

Sora sighed. "You know I hate surprises," he said, a ghost of his effervescent charm coming out. "You better tell me now before I beat the shit out of you."

"Whatever," Leon scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "You're like a twelve-year-old. I've seen children with bigger muscles."

Sora bared his teeth in a semi-facetious glare, smiling despite himself. "Is that a challenge, captain hair gel?"

Cloud barely repressed a snort, flicking a piece of Leon's hair with a grin. "Remember when I cut off a big chunk of his hair last year and he cried in front of Lisa Cona-"

"Okay!" Leon yelled, elbowing Cloud in the sternum. "Yeah! We were all there! We all saw me crying. Awesome, it's out there." He glared at his laughing, wheezing friend, shooting his angry stare around the table. "Also, I'd like remind you all that we were all entirely too wasted, and Sora had puked on Riku, who was in the process of laughingly groping the aforementioned barfer-"

"'Kay let's not talk about that anymore," Riku butted in loudly, fidgeting.

Leon grinned, ribbing Riku for a solid five minutes after that and eliciting the occasional laugh from Cloud. Sora said nothing, simply growing red and silent, staring down at the table.

Riku let his gaze wander off to the side, hoping that Sora wasn't thinking too hard on what Leon had just said. It also made him remember what Tidus had said earlier about Sephiroth and the swim team... He cast an unintentional and over-concerned stare at Sora, withdrawing it immediately after and starting up a meaningless conversation with Tidus.

Sora, on the other hand, began growing red as he thought about Riku drunkenly groping him. He remembered that incident rather vividly, actually, and suddenly realized what might have really triggered his shameful dream. It wasn't his fault, but he still felt somehow responsible for the dream he'd had. Even as he told himself it couldn't be helped, or that his thoughts, which had been turned strange by the same dream, he reasoned, were perfectly acceptable, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd betrayed Riku. Still, it was hard to forget his comfort with the boy, which led to various missteps in the way of looking too long, smiling too much, and so on. It was frustrating.

Riku, on the other hand, was worrying more and more for Sora. Especially as they walked home and Sora continued to say not a word, clutching onto his board with white-knuckled hands rather than riding it.

"Hey Sora," Riku said abruptly, gazing off into the distance to invoke a feeling of nonchalance.

"W-what?" Sora stammered out, licking his lips and swallowing. He didn't dare look at Riku.

"Well, I heard something weird today," he muttered, "and I wanted to ask you about it, since you were close to the situation."

"Oh," was all he could manage. Riku waited for more, but when it became apparent nothing else was forthcoming, he sighed and continued.

"Tidus and I were in self-study with that fucking creep, Sephiroth, and the guy was being his usual creep self. And then Tidus told me that he tried to grope someone on the swim team."

Riku dared a look at Sora as he said this, noting, with dismay, that his friend had stiffened. He continued slowly after that. "I guess I was just wondering if you knew anything about that…"

Sora shrugged nervously, his breath rushing as his mind forced a flashback. The smell of chlorine, the echo of his locker - the only one whose owner was still around. Then the sudden warmth behind him, a hand against his-

He shook his head rapidly, eyes wide and staring straight ahead.

"I dunno," he said immediately, dropping his board, finally, and rolling forward a bit, waiting only slightly for Riku. The other boy watched, fearing the worst behind those words, and realized with an ache in his chest, that Sora wasn't irresistible to him alone.

End Notes: I know it's weird to be reposting this after all this time, but trust me, I had my reasons. c: