Author's Note: Okay ... I got a review that said the first person thing was annoying and confusing. So, I changed it to third person. Something I'm definitely more comfortable writing anyway. I also revised several parts and added a bit. Keep in mind that this was orginally supposed to be an Akuroku fanfic -- Soriku is only inside of it, because I also adore that pairing to pieces. That means that if the Soriku parts are lacking, sorry! I'm trying to make them longer, but my other muse says otherwise. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Working on the second chapter.

Disclaimer: So, if I owned them ... I probably wouldn't have to go to school or apply for scholarships.

"Get your god damned hands off of my brother!" He was seeing red. It didn't matter what anyone else had to say. He saw what he saw. Riku's fucking groping hands all over Sora. Who in the HELL did he think he was? The guy didn't even know him and he was already looking for excuses to touch him.

"It's not what you think!" Sora shouted, but Roxas was lost in overprotective anger. The next thing he knew, he'd be walking in on Riku with his hands down Sora's pants. Okay, so not something he wanted to picture. Bad brain, bad.

He didn't care that Sora was screaming in his ear. Didn't care that his hands were trying to grasp at Roxas's sides, was numb to the pressure of his nails scratching into his skin, trying to pull him off of Riku The blond growled. He'd come flying out the door and had tackled Riku, with no second thoughts. All because his hands had been on Sora's ass.

Not the kind of thing a guy really wants to see. Roxas had raised a fist and hovered it threateningly over Riku's face, glaring down at him, but he still had that overconfident smirk on his face. "What," Roxas snarled," and don't you dare fucking lie—were you doing to him? Aside from the obvious."

"He was helping me. I—" Sora. So young, so naïve. Nice kid, but really needed to learn to close his mouth once and awhile.

"—I wasn't asking you," Roxas interjected. His free hand was gripping Riku's shoulder, nails digging sharply into the fabric there. "I was asking this idiot on the ground here. The one who, when I came outside, had the nerve to grope your—"

"Enough," Riku spat.

A glare settled on Riku. "I didn't give you permission to speak. The question passed, you refused to answer, and that means: Shut the fuck up."

The smirk slide flat off of his face and Roxas wondered if maybe he shouldn't have been so headstrong about it. It was too bad that his regrets—as horrible as it was to learn that he had them—came so late in the game.

"No, he's right. Enough! It's not what you think at all. I mean, you came in a bad time, sure. I'm not going to tell you didn't see anything, because you did. But it wasn't Riku's fault!" Nothing he said was going to change the fact that Roxas hated Riku, or that he still had a 'I-want-him-to-die-in-the-most-cruel-and-unusual-way-possible' look on his face. "—Are you even listening to me?"

Roxas rolled his eyes and gave a stubborn nod. "Yeah, I heard you, Sora."

"Then . . . get off of him?"

He grunted and complied. Once he was on his feet, however, he heaved a kick to Riku's ribs. He had been asking for it. It wasn't like it was hard to notice the smile he gave to Sora. He thought he won. Bull-fucking-shit. No. He didn't win that easily. The only reason the blond even bothered to get off of his sorry ass was because that was what Sora wanted and although the things Sora wanted didn't always make sense to him, they were sometimes the best way to approach a situation. With the exception of kicking Riku. That he deserved. And no pout from Sora was going to make him think otherwise.

"What's your problem, Roxas?!"

Riku groaned and reached for Roxas's while he was walking away. He was three seconds away from falling face first into the mud. Thank you, Sora. Of all the times for him to decide to do chores, he chose to water the grass and dirt on the day he got into a fight with one of their neighbors.

He was on his feet and reaching for Riku, only to have his feet kicked out from under him again. Roxas landed on his ass in the mud and exhaled roughly through his nostrils.

Riku's chest heaved and his muscles were visibly tense. Sora couldn't stop glancing between the two males, eyes wide. He didn't know who he wanted to defend; the hot neighbor who was swooning over him like a desperate cat in heat or his brother.

"Forget it," Rox muttered. He stood up, covered in mud and headed towards the house. He could feel Riku's smirk. He didn't even need to look. Riku may have won the battle, but the war was only getting started. He'd gotten Roxas in a moment of weakness—the rifle had been unloaded. It meant nothing, because the next time around he was coming prepared. Canons out and fuses lit—he wouldn't hold back for anyone; not even Sora.

"Have fun with your boyfriend." The words were tossed over his shoulder, and there was no way Sora missed the slam of the front door. Apparently, their parents weren't the only family members that had loyalty issues. At least that was Roxas's thoughts on the matter.

"I'm sorry about my brother. Sometimes he forgets that I'm my own person and I can take care of myself." He frowned then, appearing to take in the image of Riku. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" The slam of the door had caused him to wince at that point and he blushed at the boyfriend comment.

"What that little twig? Are you kidding me?" Riku rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Sora, attempting to comfort him. He'd seen the wince. Riku was more concerned about the remark from Roxas and more importantly, the fact that Sora hadn't denied it. "So, Sora, you gonna have some fun with your boyfriend or what?" The smug smirk came just after the comment.

It had been meant as a play on Roxas's words, he knew that, but he couldn't let it slide. As much as he liked the touch of Riku's arm around his shoulders, Sora shrugged it off. It wasn't complete rejection, but his brother was pissed and he couldn't just blow him off because he liked their neighbor. "Have some strictly PG-13 rated fun with my friend that's a boy? Sure." So, sue him. He actually could. He never had before in his life. Roxas would get over it.

"Great. But you do know that there's slight gropage and kissing in PG-13 rated movies, right?" A daring brow raised and he snickered in Sora's direction.

"Well, that's a good thing," Sora said. "I mean, uhm, well, because you already got the groping out of the way." He nudged Riku with his elbow, before rolling his eyes at himself and his attempt at being perverted.

"Oh, you big, manly God of manliness. Let me rape you with my eyes," a higher-pitched voice sounded in the room as Sora looked Riku up and down outside. Yes, Roxas was watching his brother through the blinds and doing voice-overs. He didn't think he was too far off from what they were really saying, either.

"Whatever you like, princess." A deeper voice, definitely had Riku down to a par. "But, wait! I must touch you. I've never felt such an attraction to a man before. Isn't my hair pretty?" He despised him and he hardly knew him. He couldn't recall anyone that he disliked as much as him. Except for maybe his parents, but he was pretty sure that they didn't count. It was mutual to dislike them.

He couldn't believe that Sora had managed to shrug Riku's arm off of him. "Oh, please don't touch me. I want you so bad, but why not prolong my hormonal torture and pretend I'm straight?"

Roxas still held the blinds open and stared at Riku, wondering what exactly he was trying to pull. "Oh, well, good thing then. It just so happens that I'm really a woman, denying my true—"

"—Talk about insanity with a capital 'I'. Not even the shrinks are gonna be able to fix this up with a 'And how does that make you feel?' 'Cause shit . . . I feel like I just walked into a B rated movie."

He nearly jumped out of his skin, but luckily he recognized the voice. It was their other neighbor. Riku's roommate: Axel. It didn't make Roxas feel any better though. He was still glaring. Mostly because he had not been able to hear him enter the room. "Do you always break, enter, and creep up on unsuspecting young boys?"

"More than I'd like to admit actually." Axel scratched at the back of his head and glanced around as if he hadn't done anything wrong, well until he offered a retort. "Do you always spy on your brother through the blinds?"

"One, what the hell are you doing in my house and two,"Roxas crossed the room towards him, arms folded, eyes narrowed. "How the fuck did you get inside unnoticed?" He wasn't about to answer Axel's question.

He flashed a lopsided grin and closed the space between them. "Oh, come on, Roxie. You're not mad at me, are you?"

Roxas felt like he could slap the look off of Axel's face. "Shut up. The name's Roxas, you idiot."

He chuckled and leaned down so the two of them were at eye level, revealing just how lacking Roxas was in the height department. "Oooh, I like 'em when they get feisty." He winked and pushed past the blond, letting his eyes roam over the room, the couch, the lack of pictures, and then he shrugged.

Roxas glared daggers as Axel plopped down on the couch and lifted his legs to cross on the coffee table. The blond could only stare at the redhead's boots and the dirt caked in the crevices on the bottom of them. "You do realize I'm the one who cleans that table." His voice had dropped an octave; it was monotone now. Nevermind that Roxas had already managed to get mud over one side of the couch from the fight with Riku. Though luckily he had cleaned his face up; that had to count for something.

"Oh, do you?" he replied, feigning interest. Roxas glanced up from his boots and met his eyes. Axel was looking at his nails, fingers bent towards him and he looked over them to smile at the blond. "Tell me, do you wear a kinky little maid's outfit when you clean this table? 'Cause if that's the case – I'll be breaking in a lot more often to dirty it up."

The younger boy's cheeks turned red. Roxas found it hard to muster up anything in response to his comment. Of course, that was how he reacted to a lot of things these days. "You're such an asshole." That didn't stop the fact that he found himself crossing the room towards the couch and taking a seat next to him.

"Aren't I just?" He replied, mimicking Rox's tone. "Come to think of it, this couch is looking on the dirty side. You clean it as well? 'Cause I wouldn't mind seeing you bent over on it." He winked at Roxas. It became quite obvious that he wanted Axel to fall over and die at that exact moment.

He could tell by just this one encounter, that things in this town were going to be a lot more interesting than he'd first thought. The one thing he couldn't decide was whether or not that was a good thing. Axel grinned at the fact that Roxas had ignored him. He was thinking 'Axel: 1, Roxas: 0'.

"By the way, Rox, should I even ask what was going on when I entered the room? Yanno, the whole, you were doing two different voices and—" Roxas turned to look at him and their gazes met, only they both looked away a second later. "I'll take that as answer enough," he mumbled. The blond smiled. A real one. The first one in a long time, well, for anyone besides Sora.

"Axel?" There was a smile in his voice.

"Hm?"

Roxas reached over and punched him in the shoulder, earning a pained noise from Axel and a glare. "Get your feet off of the table." Axel obeyed and let his boots rest on the ground and Roxas grinned as the redhead rubbed the offended appendix. Roxas reached for the remote and turned the television on.

Maybe . . . maybe it could be a good thing, he thought.

Sora was currently raiding Riku's fridge, door wide open as he browsed the contents, half-bent over as he did so. "Gee, Riku. Don't you have anything edible in here?" A pout resided on his features for a moment as he continued opening the bottom drawers and shifting things around.

The silver-haired male, however, was having a little bit of difficulty responding to that question when the other was bent over and wiggling his bottom around oh-so temptingly. He began to lean against the counter, resting on his elbows as he stared perversely at the brunette. "With Axel around? I don't know. He eats just about everything in sight." He looked away finally.

"He's worse than my old dog then." He sighed and stood up to full height, closing the fridge door and opening the freezer. "Ooh! Sea-salt ice cream! Man, Roxas and I live off of these things." He reached for one and unwrapped it, only to turn around and notice Riku beginning to walk away. He opened his mouth to ask the other where he was going, but was silenced when he pulled his shirt over his head. Blue eyes refocused on his ice cream and he hopped onto the counter, settling on lightly swinging his legs back and forth.

Riku seemed to notice the quick darting of his gaze and he grinned. He'd done it merely so he could get out of the mud-caked clothing, but after the blush and silence he'd settled on the idea that he wasn't the only one feeling the pull of attraction. He left the room and entered with fresh clothes, only to approach Sora who'd taken a seat on the island smack dab in the center of their kitchen. "So, wanna play some games?"

It was really the last thing on Riku's mind, but he wasn't as bad as Axel by any means. No, Riku had modesty and understood proper courting. Axel, on the other hand, took whatever it was that he wanted and thought about the consequences later. Sora beamed and hopped off of the counter. "Sounds like a plan. But … don't think I'll go easy on you!"

Riku smiled and led Sora to his bedroom, shaking his head lightly. "Heh. I'd never think that, Sora. However, something tells me you'll be far too easy." He ignored the pout and turned on the system, despite the fact that Sora was muttering something about how he'd kick Riku's ass and make him regret that comment via whatever game they played.

Roxas had apparently fallen asleep to whatever had been on television. Axel had taken the remote and turned it to MTV, because he awoke to some crappy reality show. Was it mentioned that he'd fallen over and into Axel's lap? He had been sleeping (comfortably) on his lap, face buried in his crotch, and was nuzzling it. Disgusting and embarrassing much? Roxas's face was burning as he pulled away with wide eyes, gasped, and stared straight ahead.

Axel chuckled and reached over to ruffle his hair. Roxas hadn't even realized he was awake until that noise. His cheeks grew hotter with the blush, if that were even possible.

"Was I a nice pillow?" He purred.

Roxas's eyes narrowed several degrees, but he couldn't exactly bring himself to look at the other. Not so Axel could just use the blush against him and hold it over his head, because everything for the redhead was blackmail. Everything he said was just fucking laced in sarcasm. There were several times that Axel was serious, but those are few and far between and really, really, REALLY hard to imagine as reality.

"Well?" He urged, grin intact.

Roxas leaned over and punched him again, rolling his eyes as Axel whined. "Take it like a man."

"I'll show you take it like a man." Axel snarled.

A side-glance was sent in Axel's direction as Roxas snickered. "You wish." He stood from his place on the couch and crossed the room, shutting the television off from the button upon the screen. Axel groaned. He was probably still watching the crappy show, not that Rox cared. The obnoxious redhead could stare at the god damned blank screen and enjoy its . . . well . . . blankness.

"I was watching that." He declared bluntly, annoyance lingering.

"Really?"A pointed look followed my comment. "Huh. Good for you." Roxas turned his back on Axel and smiled. His eyes were on Roxas's back. That really had to of ticked him off and Roxas would be lying if he dared to say that he didn't enjoy pushing Axel's very delicate buttons.

Axel didn't say anything, but he'd plopped his boots back onto the table with a thud. His trademark smirk had resurfaced after that rude comment, though it was more out of frustration than anything else. Roxas was not the only one that liked to push buttons.

"Put your feet down." Roxas demanded, having turned around at the sudden noise.

"Make me."

"Maybe I will."

"Oh, will you?" He laughed. "I'd like to see you try." The redhead crossed his arms against his chest, with his right arm over his left and the fingers of his left hand rested snuggly on his right bicep. Said fingers lightly thrummed on the muscle, one black painted nail after the other.

The anger began to rise inside of Roxas and he growled. Where does he get off acting like this in my house?! If he thought Roxas was going to let him get away with putting his fucking dirty ass feet on his fucking table Axel had something coming for him. Something he didn't want. Axel wanted to play ball? Well, they'd fucking play. Hardcore.

Roxas was back across the room in less than a minute and had straddled Axel's lap, knees resting on either side of his thighs as Roxas locked his hands on Axel's shoulders. He knew Axel found him attractive. Axel's arms were in his way, so he firmly ran his hands down the length of Axel's chest to and easily unfolded them with a rough stroke of his hands. Axel had a snide look on his face at that point. Not that Roxas really cared.

"Rox, what're you doing?"

"Winning." Axel donned a confused look, but it went ignored by Roxas as he rubbed the palms of his hands over the shirt clad torso, thumbs brushing over the redhead's nipples. Axel ran his hands up Roxas's thighs and tried to slip them under his shirt, but Roxas grabbed onto Axel's wrists and pushed his arms back to his sides. Axel didn't look all that pleased. Still holding his arms in place, Roxas ran his tongue across Axel's lips, only to place a soft kiss in its wake. He climbed off of the older male and began to walk away. After all, his legs had fallen from the table. That had been all Roxas had wanted.

Though Axel had other ideas. His legs had splayed open a bit to leave a spot between his legs for someone to sit, presumably Roxas. When he'd gotten up, Axel grabbed onto his hips and tugged forcefully. Roxas plopped down right between his legs and almost panicked. What the hell did Axel think he was doing?

Axel's arms wrapped possessively over the smaller's middle and Roxas bit his lower lip. The things he got himself into never ceased to amaze him.

"Roxas." His hands had trailed down from the blond's waist to his thighs at that point, only to slide back up and rest at the hem of his pants.

Rox glanced down and lifted a brow. Does he really think I'm that easy? What a sad, sad man he found Axel to be. He was probably thinking he was gonna get some. Newsflash: not all blondes are easy, but most of them do enjoy teasing.

And tease he did. With his back pressed against Axel's chest, he rubbed down against him and pushed back up, arching his back as he rubbed his ass against Axel. He groaned. Boy, wasn't he auditory. Roxas did it a few more times and bit down on his lip again when Axel's hands had slid beneath his shirt to softly caress his skin. The redhead leaned in and lightly nipped at Roxas's neck and trailed a series of kisses on top of it.

Axel's hands had loosened and Roxas hurried out of the bastard's grasp so Axel couldn't tug him back down. When he felt confident, he had turned to face Axel, but what he didn't get was the mocking look on Axel's face. What did he have to mock Roxas about? "Told you I was winning!" The blond declared proudly.

Axel slumped in his place on the couch and gave Roxas a sultry look. "Oh, no. I dare to venture and say I won this one, Rox."

Roxas frowned. He had gotten Axel's god damned feet off of the table, so what in the world could he be—Oh. That. Roxas's eyes widened and his hands shot down to cover his arousal. His skin had flushed darker and it wasn't from the previous activity. Asshole. He hadn't thought that Axel had the same effect on him as he did on Axel.

The blond narrowed his eyes. He heard the other male laughing in the other room. It sounded like he was going into a hysterical fit. It wasn't like Roxas could blame him though. The guy really had flair. Axel had played his game and beaten him at it. Definitely not something Roxas was used to. He really had to will any perverse thoughts away to keep his boner from being quite so obvious.

If it wasn't for Sora . . . none of this would've happened. Note to self: Kick his ass when he gets home. He was probably off with Riku still, doing god knows what, but he hoped it was nothing like what he was doing with Axel. 'Cause that'd be just asking for an early grave.

The brothers at least had one thing in common; they both loved playing games. However, Roxas's games differed from Sora's preferred ones. Sora rather liked playing games as in actual existing ones and the blond liked mind games. He liked them a lot, but he didn't usually do them intentionally. Or, well, that was what Sora liked to think.

He tossed his controller down on the carpet and frowned at the screen. He'd lost again. It wasn't as if he was horrible, it was that Riku was so much better at gaming than he was. And he'd thought he was the best of the best too. He'd been served and now he was pouting.

"Oh, come on, Sora. You said not to go easy on you."

"How was I supposed to know you were going to be all with the cheating and super code knowing and, and, and … stupid." He crossed his arms.

"I wasn't cheating."

"Then how did you get all of those weapons so fast?" He crossed his arms and skeptically eyed the silver haired male.

"I … used some cheat codes."

"Aha! I knew it. You did cheat." He jumped to his feet and pointed at Riku.

"Actually, Sora. I really don't think I needed all those weapons to pawn you." Sora's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"Take that back!"

He smirked his silent response.

Sora was never one to stay angry for long, so he rolled his eyes and shoved Riku's shoulder. "Alright, fine. I suck and I'm admitting defeat. Happy?"

"Very." He paused. "It's just a game though – you're not really mad, are you?" He brushed the silver hair out of his face and glanced up at the brunette, concern lingering in his aquamarine eyes.

"No." He replied too quick, obvious that the defeat had wounded him just a little.

Riku smiled and got to his feet, only to wrap his arms around the brunette in a friendly embrace. "Don't let it get to you. Sure, I'm good at fighting games, but I bet you'd beat me hands down at something like DDR or a racing game." Sora cheered up and returned the hug.

"Well, duh."

Riku chuckled and released him. He wondered if Axel was having this much fun.

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed Ahaha. Bear with me, I don't have a beta or anyone telling me about my grammatical errors. After so many times of glancing over it, you either skip the errors or stop caring if they're there at all. Let me know if something jumps out at you that NEEDS to be fixed.