Author's Note: Hello all! Well, I just got hit by the strangest inspiration. Last night I came up with one of the most colorful threats I've ever come up with (Snickles, you'd be so proud!) and simply had to put it in a fic! The thing is, when I sat down and wrote said fic, the plot bunny whisked me away to somewhere else entirely. And so we have this fic. However this fic does not have a title. After writing it, my creative juices were sapped, and I could not come up with one. So if you can think of one, tell me! The person who's title I choose will recieve...my undying affection. Yeah. Shattered Mirror01, if I pick your title, you get a cookie. Becasue you already have my undying affection.../grin/. The reason this made it up so fast is because my goal was to write and post a fic before you got home from school, so...there...you're special.

Dedication: To the reviewers of Do You Still Like Me? and Protection. Thankyou so much, you all make me feel so loved! Also to Shattered Mirror01, because the fics I told her I would be writing are simply not coming to me and taking a lot longer than they should, and she is so patient!

Warning: Shounen Ai because...well I have no idea. Het pairings bore me now, it's so sad. So if you don't like boys kissing boys, boys biting boys, boys licking boys, boys...gah I need to stop! I do not want your flames!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, the setting, or anything belonging to Disney/Square Enix in general. I do, however, own my own demon cat which is biting my ankle even as I type this. In case you're wondering, it hurts really bad.

I am proud to present--

The Story That Does Not Yet Have A Title!


Sora paced agitatedly outside Riku's bedroom. He'd been doing this for quite some time now, and still couldn't bring himself to knock on his best friend's door. But seriously, how do you tell your best friend (your sex-god, girl-magnet best friend) that you're gay and you want to date him? Sora knew Riku would accept his sexuality, but he wasn't sure how well his friend would handle being the object of his affection. And so Sora paced.

Little did he know that Riku was leaning up against the other side of his door, deep in thought. Last night had been weird. Too weird. Sora had been staring at him a lot lately, and last night was just too much. Sora had fallen asleep on one of the couches in Merlin's house, and just as Riku was about to wake him up, his name had escaped Sora's lips. Yeah, it wouldn't be the first time that had happened, but it had sounded different this time. It had sounded like Sora was almost begging. But for what?

No matter what Sora tried to tell people, Riku knew his friend was gay, and he had never had a problem with it. But now as Riku reviewed in his head, he wondered how he would feel about Sora liking him. Well, that was ridiculous. Why would Sora have a crush on him? But what if he did? Riku leaned his head against the door and sighed. What would you say to him if he told you he liked you? What if he loved you? he asked himself. Riku couldn't help but smile. He'd never considered himself gay, bi at the very most, but...Sora was cute. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Sora liked him.

Sora took a deep breath. I-I'll just tell him. What the worst he could do? No, wait! Don't answer that! The voice in Sora's head was starting to get severely annoying, and it kept contradicting itself. It felt like a little tiny hammer was pounding into the left side of skull. Ow.

"Shut up. Just shut up! He's my friend, he'll understand. Now silence!" he told the voice. He looked around cautiously. No, he had not just been talking to himself, thankyou very much. Sora ignored the pounding in his head, reached up and knocked.

There was a frantic scrabbling on the other side of the door, and the sound of glass braking.

"Dammit!" came from inside the room. Soon the door swung open.

Riku opened the door panting slightly and bleeding heavily from a gash in his right arm. Damned vase. It jumped (JUMPED I TELL YOU!) off the table next to the door and attacked him. Must be one of Merlin's magic vases, he told himself. The little voice in his head laughed maniacally and said, Yeah, uh-huh, sure. A magic vase. Riiiight.

Riku only remembered that someone had knocked when he heard a little gasp. He looked down to see Sora, eyes wide, mouth agape, staring at the bleeding cut on his arm.

"Oh my gosh, Riku, are you okay? What did you do to yourself?" he demanded.

Riku glared down at the pieces of glass that lay scattered across the wooden floor.

"It attacked me." Yes, he was sticking to that story...because it was the TRUTH!

"Attacked you, huh?" Sora said skeptically. He sighed. "Okay, just wait right here...and stop bleeding all over the place!"

"Yeah, because I have so much control over that." Riku rolled his eyes and clapped his hand over his wound.

Sora bustled over to the sink and grabbed the first-aid kit from the cabinet. He grabbed Riku's arm and pulled him silently over to the bed. He mopped up the blood pouring through Riku's fingers with a paper towel. Then he pulled out the bane of every child's existence: hydrogen peroxide.

Riku groaned. He hated that stuff.

Sora wet a cotton swab with it and moved closer to Riku.

"It's gonna sting a little," he warned. He rubbed the cotton along the gash and white, fizzing bubbles appeared. Riku grunted and chafed visibly.

"Don't be such a wimp," Sora teased lightly. He rubbed a newly soaked swab against the wound, eliciting a whimper from Riku.

"But it hurts," the older boy whined.

"I know," Sora said soothingly. Then he added under his breath, "Pansy," earning him a smack on the head.

When the cut was clean, Sora searched for a band-aid. But there weren't any big enough, so he wrapped an ace bandaged around Riku's arm with some gauze under it. He leaned back looking satisfied.

"There. All better. Only you could get a cut that bad from a vase, Riku."

"Says the man who managed to cut himself on grass," Riku reminded him, looking rather like a sulking toddler.

"Hey!" Sora defended. "It was really sharp grass!"

Riku continued looking sulky. He hated showing weakness. Even to Sora. Especially to Sora. Stupid vase. He looked up again, but Sora had moved. He was once again flitting around the room. Riku watched as Sora opened the closet and grabbed a dustpan and broom. He began sweeping up the glass that was still on the floor. Riku sighed and went over to help him, tossing shards of the evil vase into the trash can. As Sora swept, he crouched down and continued picking up the larger fragments. After a while he looked up.

"So Sora, before you had to rescue me, what did you want?" he asked, smirking.

Sora paled and started sweeping faster. He stared down at his feet and mentally berated himself for getting distracted from his task. He lifted his eyes to Riku's face and flinched. Riku was kneeling and looking up at Sora with his head cocked to the side and one silver brow raised. His aqua eyes sparkled in the sunlight that filtered through the dirty windows. Dammit...why did he have to be so...so...gorgeous? Sora twitched and tossed a grin onto his face.

"I had a feeling you'd be needing rescuing, and y'know, I had nothing better to do so..." he trailed off. He couldn't tell him. He didn't know why but he just couldn't. But he had to! He was not going to let himself be alone! He'd read about in one too many of Kairi's crappy romance novels. Not that he enjoyed them of course. They were simply...research. Yeah, that's it, research.

Riku stood up. He gazed at Sora and began thinking. Y'know, in this light, Sora looks...Stop that! You're not gay! You are way too hot to be gay...But look at Sora. He's gay and he's pretty damn...Don't. Say. It...He looks kinda...Nooooo...Sexy.

And something snapped in Riku's brain. Suddenly there was only one voice in his head and it was telling him that Sora was beautiful. And if Riku was truly honest with himself, he knew that he had always thought that. He took a step closer to Sora and reached out and touched his shoulder. He stared down into Sora's eyes and realized that the younger boy was quivering.

"Is that really all you wanted?" he purred. "I'm grateful but...there isn't anything you, I don't know, wanted to tell me?"

JUMP HIM! JUMP HIM NOW! Sora's body screamed at him. Riku was staring down at him with smoldering intensity. Sora felt his defenses weakening. Maybe it won't be so bad...maybe he'll feel the same. He tried to tell himself not to get his hopes up, but it was very difficult with the heat of Riku's hand burning into his shoulder. Sora's knees felt as if they were about to give, and he tried not to let the knowledge that Riku would catch him get through to his brain. Because Riku would catch him. Riku had always been there for him. Even when he wasn't around, he was always there.

"I love you." Sora looked around. Who said that? He looked back at Riku who was staring at him with the same intensity through slightly wider eyes. Oh shit. I said it. I didn't mean to...! But he's not pushing me away. Why isn't he pushing me away?

Riku took a deep breath. He'd been trying to prepare himself for this. But all the thinking, all the questioning in the world could not have prepared him for what he was going to say next.

"I love you, too." And before the words were fully off his lips, he knew they were true. No one knew him better than Sora. No one cared for him like Sora did. And Riku knew that he would always love Sora more than anyone. He knew that he would do anything to protect Sora. His Sora. Why had it taken him so long to figure all this out? By now they could've-

Riku shook the thought from his head, and used the hand on Sora's shoulder to pull the smaller boy tightly to his chest. He felt arms wrap around his waist as Sora rested his head on his shoulder. Moments later he realized his shirt was wet. He tightened his grip and leaned his face into Sora's hair breathing deeply.

Sora didn't know why he was crying. Heck, at first he hadn't even realized why Riku's shoulder was wet! But as he felt Riku's grip on him tighten, the tears came harder than before. He realized that he had been so frightened. He realized just how much this meant to him. He pulled back slightly in Riku's grip and looked at his love's face. Riku smiled at him, and he felt himself melt. Sora stared back up at him and stood on his toes. He placed a soft, chaste kiss on Riku's lips. It was short, but it held all the love he felt for his friend in it. He pulled back and smiled. He closed his eyes as Riku leaned in for another kiss. He felt indescribable warmth spread through his body at the touch of Riku's lips. He sighed and opened his eyes, but this time when he looked back into Riku's eyes, he saw only mischief there. He felt the color rise in his cheeks. That look was never good. Never.

Riku grasped Sora firmly by the elbows and advanced forward. Sora moved backwards for escape, but after a few steps, his knees met resistance. He chanced a peek over his shoulder and tried not to choke on his Adam's apple. Yep. Riku's bed. He looked back at Riku to see a devilish smirk on his face, and with a slight push, Riku had Sora pinned to his bed. Riku's eyes sparked as he leaned forward.

His lips made contact with Sora's, but this time the kiss was more passionate. Riku nipped at Sora's bottom lip and was delighted by the shuddering moan that was Sora's response. He took his chance and deepened the kiss. They kissed for as long as they could with occasional soft noises from Sora, but eventually, they had to breathe. Riku looked down into Sora's deep ocean blue eyes and saw a flash in them. Interesting. For some reason he felt almost afraid.

And not without cause. With almost no effort at all, Sora pushed the larger boy onto his back and was straddling him and looking down at him with a smirk on his face. But not just any smirk, Riku's smirk. Riku huffed indignantly. Come on! Sora gets his adorable little pout, and I get my smirk. It's only fair! He's not allowed to-

Riku was unable to finish his thought, for his breath hitched as Sora bit down on his exposed shoulder. Riku groaned.

"Have-haven't my arms been through enough today?" he whimpered.

Sora lapped at the offended flesh apologetically and moved up to Riku's neck, sucking on a sensitive spot right below Riku's ear.

Riku growled deep in his chest. He would not be dominated! He flipped them back over and glared down at Sora, who smiled up at him innocently. Riku attacked his mouth, his hands grabbing hold of Sora's waist and-

"Ahem."

Sora pulled away from him, causing Riku to growl again. He stared past his aggressor's shoulder and the color left his face. He put his hands on Riku's chest and shoved. Riku toppled sideways and slid off the bed, landing on the floor with a resounding thump.

Riku looked over to the door to see the cause of the distraction as scowled. Yuffie.

"You know Sora, if you're going to let Riku nail you into the bed, you really should close the doors. It's common courtesy," the ninja said, pointing to the doorframe with a calm expression.

Sora felt his face heat up as he blushed furiously. "Yuffie, he was not-"

"Thanks for the advice," Riku growled as he reached for a pillow. "Now, beat it!" He chucked the pillow at her and she scurried away, squealing gleefully. Riku walked swiftly toward the door, shut it and locked it.

He turned back toward Sora, evil smirk back in place.

"So Sora, where were we?" He started slinking back toward Sora and the bed, but stopping a few feet short.

"Um, Riku, maybe we should-" But the world (including Sora) will never know what they should have done, because Riku chose that moment to launch himself forward, tackling Sora to the bed and swallowing him up in passionate kisses.

And to think Sora had been worried about rejection.


Author's Note: Yeah, it's kinda cliche, and not all that great, but it was so much fun to write. I'm considering adding more chapters, but I'm not sure if I will and cannot promise you anything, for my muse is a fickle little thing prone to writer's block. So tell me if ya like and I'll consider adding to it. Reviewers get even more undying affection. How great does that sound!