Author's little tid-bit thingy: If other authors write lemons, I guess this would be lemonade. Not quite "lemon" status, more on the sweet side, and doesn't really include all of the hard-core "pulp" so many of you are used to reading and may come to expect. I'm sorry if I've disappointed anyone, but I don't want to disgrace the sanctity of this perfect relationship with a bitter and tasteless lemon.

"Sora, you do know that Dial-up sucks out loud don't you?"

"Yeah . . . but it's what we have, so deal with it."

They sighed simultaneously, Riku, drumming his fingers against the desk after clicking the chapter labeled "Wake-up call" and Sora, drumming his fingers against Riku. Both were waiting for Sora's incredibly slow computer to download the third chapter of the "Dear Diary" fic. They had had some trouble finding it again since the author had changed the title to "Stranger than Fanfiction." But now that they had found it, (using the search engine to find the author's pen name) all they had to do was wait for the computer to wake up and work!

"Let's see. How will this one start? This is the third chapter, right?"

"Yeah, it'll probably start off right in the middle of things like all of the others. Either that or she'll start it and leave it hanging never to return to it."

"Yeah." Riku groaned, "These fiction writers seem to do that a lot, but I guess that's okay. It's not so bad having a little bit of privacy after all, right? Especially with one like that Anigo-chick running around."

"I thought it was a dude who was writing this one," Sora chimed a bit confused, "isn't that what it said in the profile?"

Riku sighed hanging his head in incredulity. "C'mon, Sora. A dude named Jesycha . . . ?"

Sora hummed softly mulling the thought over a bit in his mind before answering cautiously, "With a spelling like that, you can't be so sure." He earned a contemplative nod from Riku.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Sora nodded in triumph.

"I still think it's a chick though." Riku smirked

The page started to appear slowly on the screen, meeting a couple of anxious teens' excited faces as they studied.

Finally, the page was complete:

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It was early, still too dark outside to really tell if it was late night or early morning. It was at this unclear hour that Sora stirred in response to something brushing against the back of his neck. Shuddering slightly, Sora attempted to move- maybe get up and find out what had waken him, only to discover that he had been rendered immobile.

He soon found that it was due to an arm that was draped around his waist holding him close to a warm figure. That something brushed across his neck a second time and Sora was able to conclude that it had been nothing more than Riku's breathing.

Sora smiled sleepily '. . . that's right . . . He stayed over tonight. How could I have forgotten? After all of that.'

"All of that" being when Riku had held him crushingly close that night, chuckling darkly and whispering in his ear.

"I want you."

Sora had only been too happy to oblige. After all, it had been so long since he had been able to really spend time alone with Riku without the constant wonder of "what if something comes up?" looming about them. He gave in wordlessly to Riku's embrace and his kiss, the teasing of his fingers as they played with his skin, softly removing clothing and exposing bare flesh. Soft lips traveling, exploring that skin, memorizing its shape, temperature, texture. Skin and muscle was so perfectly balanced in him . . . in them both, and Sora could do little more than smile and crush the older boy's body closer to his own attempting to merge the two of them completely.

And why not? It had been so long, after all, since they'd been together like this. Sora wanted as much of it as he could possibly get . . . He wanted all of Riku to himself. He knew it sounded a bit selfish of him, even in his own mind, but that mattered very little to him, at least not enough for him to care in the slightest. Riku wanted him, eh? Well, Sora wanted Riku, and Sora was always the kind to take what he wanted.

And so . . .

He took it!

A slow smirk played on his usually so innocent lips and his blue eyes, usually so clear and untainted, became clouded and dark with his intentions. Something that Riku may have caught –that is- if he hadn't been so pre-occupied with the rest of Sora's body.

Which was perfect for Sora.

Surprising the older male completely, Sora shifted his weight, easily pushing Riku backward so Sora finally had the upper-hand. He towered over Riku's dazed form as a predator would, eyeing his prize. Tonight, Sora would be in charge. He would be the one who caused Riku to plea, to cry out for more. He would be the more dominant of the two. And he planned to keep it that way.

Even when Riku's sea-green eyes glared intently up at him, the elder met only an un-intimidated, almost ravenous pair of icy-blue. To that, both teens released a dark grin. Riku allowed himself to be taken Sora's captive and Sora exercised his power over Riku and took pleasure in the fact that he was the only one who could.

"After all of that" and he had forgotten until now as he relaxed again in the comfort of Riku's protecting arms. Those arms that trapped him once again as they slept, sheltering him through dreams.

The sun was beginning to peek in at the two through Sora's window even though the blinds were drawn.

"I want you." Came a hushed whisper.

Sora was little more than startled. "What was that?"

He could hear Riku chuckling into his neck as he kissed it softly, "I said, 'Good morning'."

Sora relaxed once again and smiled against exhaustion, "Go back to sleep, Riku."

Ending little tid-bit thingy: Let me reiterate, I suck at writing lemons, so I decided not to include it as of yet. There may be a time, however that I come back to update and rewrite this chapter to include one, but until I feel more confident in my lemon abilities, enjoy this lemonade. Sit back, relax, and take a sip. Mm-hmm -