Day 3, Daytime: My Darling!

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Sora looked up from his book when he heard the noise. The lamp by his bed was on, and the warm, orange glow that filled the room suited him beautifully. The curtains were only drawn just a little to let a pale sliver of moonlight enter his room. He was dressed in a short, white, one-piece, girl's sleepwear dress that fitted him well.

Sliding off the bed, he curiously opened the window and looked pleased when he saw Riku crouching behind it. Smiling sweetly, the brunette wedged his fingers underneath the window and opened it.

"Riku," he said, his voice like musical sigh.

"Good evening, Sora," the silver-haired teenager said with his most gallant grin. "I saw your light on and—"

The elder placed a finger to the younger's lips, and the soft feel of his skin on his lips was heavenly. "Shh…" Sora said softly. Grasping Riku's hand, he ushered him inside. "You don't have to say anymore. I know why you're here, Riku."

"Do you?" the silver-haired teenager let a coy smirk form on his mouth. Sora countered with a little grin of his own, wrapped his hands around Riku's waist and drew him tight so that their pelvises were touching. The younger became very aware of the brunette's half-hard erection. Riku was surprised by this very forward action.

"We both have needs, baby," the brunette said. "I've been waiting for you."

Sora released him and backed away, "Come, Riku, let us make love…" his voice dropped to a sexy murmur, "…for one whole month." [1]

Eyes bulging and mouth salivating at the prospect, the silver-haired teenager barely choked out a decent, "Okay."

The brunette smiled, his eyelids fluttered half-closed, as if that single word had set him free. With an almost silent, smooth movement, Sora tugged his dress over his head and tossed it aside, revealing that he wore nothing else.

"Touch me, Riku," he beckoned, running one finger between his nipples, down to his stomach, down to his naval, down, down—

The shrill noise of his alarmclock woke Riku up with a start. Disoriented and half-asleep, his arms flailed in the air, searching for the god-like, nonexistent, naked body of the brunette he was dreaming of.

Several seconds later, and very, very, very, angry, Riku realized that he was still in bed, it was not evening, he was not at Sora's house, and he was most certainly not making sweet love the eldest Hikari for the next month.

With a frustrated growl, the silver-haired teenager slapped his hand over his alarm clock, silencing it. Lifting his covers, he confirmed that his little dream and left him with a lovely little present.

"Not cool…" Riku muttered, half rolling, half dragging himself off his bed he made his way to the bathroom.

Roxas stretched in his seat and leaned back. Hayner, who was in the seat in front of him, turned around.

"Hey, Roxas, did you do that assignment for English?" the sandy-blonde asked.

"Sort of…" the youngest Hikari said, his head throbbing as he recalled doing the assignment. "God, I felt my head was going to explode."

"Ugh, same here. I was this close to grabbing my mom's Advil and overdosing myself."

"Hayner!" Olette protested. "You shouldn't be saying things like that!"

"Yeah, Hayner," Roxas teased. "You're supposed to go for Tylenol, it ravages your liver and therefore has a better chance of killing you. Duh."

This brought suspicious stares from his two classmates. Pence, who was sitting behind him and had been reading a book, lifted his gaze to his blonde friend.

"I'm going to become a pharmacist!" Roxas said in his defense.

Hayner, Pence and Olette looked at each other, jointly thinking whether or not they should consult a counselor about this.

"Hey!" Roxas pointed at them, recognizing their thoughts immediately.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Sora stepped in, cladded in their school's girls' uniform and bearing a neatly wrapped package under his arm.

"Hey, Roxas!" his older brother said.

The blonde felt his blood freeze in his veins. "S-S-S-S-Sora?" His eyes drifted nervously from his friends to the brunette. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

Sora walked to his desk and held out the package to him. "You forgot your lunch, so I came by to bring it to you!"

"Oh. Thanks…" Roxas took it and noticed that the chatter in the classroom had been reduced to whispers. "Sora, how did you find me?"

"'Cause I'm psychic!" The brunette said, placing his hands on his hips proudly. "Okay, I'm lying; this really nice teacher helped me find you!"

"I see. And… how in the world are you wearing our uniform?"

"Oh, this?" Sora twirled around, the skirt rose up to a nearly indecent height as he did so and some of the girls, and most of the guys, blushed. "This was my old uniform in high school! Can you believe it still fits me?"

"Is this sort of like the little psychosis moms have when they think they're too old? You know, they, like, wear their old clothes to make themselves feel younger—"

"I am not that old!" Sora interrupted. "I am still blossoming with my youth! Stop laughing, Roxas!" He added when Roxas began laughing midway through his rant. The brunette stamped his foot on the ground girlishly as his younger brother continued to laugh. Thinking for a few moments, Sora placed his palms on Roxas' desk, a dead-serious look on his face.

"Sway with me. Strawberries. Chocolate. You thought I was asleep," he said, loud enough for the entire classroom to hear.

To twenty-seven out of twenty-eight students in the classroom, what the brunette had just said was gibberish. Roxas, however was steadily growing redder and redder until his face became quite similar to a tomato.

"How… how long had been you been listening…?" the younger Hikari said, voice just underneath a whisper.

"Long enough to realize that you were incredibly flexible and open-minded," Sora said, grinning.

Roxas' eyes bulged. Slowly and silently, he turned towards the window and said nothing more.

Giggling, Sora patted Roxas' head. "Well, I'm off!" he said. "See you at home, Roxas!"

The brunette shut the door behind him and proceeded down the hallway. Deciding that he wanted to stay at the school for a while longer, he headed towards school's trophies, where three particular trophies would always have a place in his heart.

Twilight Town High School, Champions of the Forty-Fifth Annual Judo Championship.

Twilight Town High School, Champions of the Forty-Sixth Annual Judo Championship.

Twilight Town High School, Champions of the Forty-Seventh Annual Judo Championship.

He stared at the enormous trophies (they even were sectioned off in their own case due to their size) with pride. Sora leaned forward and scrutinized his reflection in the mirror. He caught a strand of his hair with his thumb and forefinger.

'My hair was so long back then…' he thought, looking up at his chocolate locks. Bringing his gaze to his eyes, Sora began to remember.

"You fight very well. Are you in martial arts?"

"Me? Nope."

"You should consider joining the Judo club. I'm sure no one would bother you if you became the captain."

"Hm. Sounds neat. I guess I can give it a try."

The brunette backed away, so that he could see his entire figure without a problem.

"What's so funny?"

"It's just that that uniform sort of suits you. No offense."

Sora jutted his lip out and huffed loudly.

"Sora."

"Sora?" came a voice.

Spinning around on the ball of his foot, Sora saw Riku down the hallway. He waved to him and the silver-haired teenager waved back as he came closer.

"What are you doing here? And why are you wearing our girls' uniform?" Riku asked.

"Roxas forgot his lunch, and this uniform is actually my old one! Can you believe it? I can still fit in it!"

"Oh? Is this one of those things older women do to make themselves feel young—"

"I am not old!" Sora said, in total disbelief that he was having this conversation again. "I'm only twenty-two! How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"See? I'm only five years older than you! I'm not old!"

The younger laughed. "Why are you so touchy about your age?"

"Why is your hair so gray?" Sora retorted.

"My hair. Is. Silver," Riku said slowly, annunciating the words carefully.

A sly little grin formed on the brunette's face, knowing he had finally struck a chord.

"What are you do out here, anyway?" Sora asked. "Don't you have class?"

The silver-haired teenager snorted. "I'm a loose cannon who plays by his own rules. Mere school bells and classroom walls can't hold me!" He responded.

The elder giggled and turned to the gym doors. "Do they still hold dances in the gym?" he asked.

"Most of them, yes. But prom is at the Sunset Banquet Hall downtown."

"Really?" Sora walked to the doors. "Damn, they were cheap when I was here. My prom was held in the gym. But I guess things change." He gripped the handle, opened the door and went in.

"Sora?"

But the brunette didn't seem to have heard him. The massive room was empty. Sora walked into the room, twirling around once as he did so to look at the place entirely. As he glanced at the walls, he recalled the decorations that once hung there. The bleachers had all been flattened against the wall for space and tables of food had replaced their spot. The music and speakers were over there, close to where Riku was standing. The brunette still recalled the songs the DJ had played.

"Can I ask you something?" The silver-haired teenager spoke, stopping Sora's train of thought.

"What is it?" the elder turned to him.

"If… if I told you that I loved you, what would you say?"

Sora stared at him, silently, as if trying to gather the words. He opened his mouth but before he could speak, the bell rang. Suddenly, Riku's hand grabbed his arm.

"In here!" he said quietly.

The silver-haired teenager led them into a nearby storage closet, just as Xigbar Morino, the gym teacher, strolled into the gym.

The two fought to keep their breathing quiet and even as they listened, hoping that Xigbar hadn't noticed him. After several seconds, they relaxed, but they did not speak for fear of being discovered. When his eyes adjusted to the dark, Sora looked at his surroundings.

The closet was packed. There was barely enough room for the both of them. He and Riku were face-to-face, with Sora's back against the door and younger teenager's back just mere inches from a large crate of basketballs, soccer balls, blitzballs and footballs. Their chests were touching. The brunette could feel Riku's chest rising and falling against his own.

They heard the students come into the gym, chattering loudly, and hoped that today's activities didn't involve anything from their closet.

"All right!" They heard Xigbar say. "Today, we're going to have volleyball competitions."

The girls gasped excitedly while a general groan of annoyance was heard from the boys.

"Takeda, go and get the volley ball equipment."

"Right, sir."

Sora and Riku glanced at each other nervously, each trying to figure out what in the world they were going to say if they were discovered. There was no room to hide anywhere else.

The doorhandle jiggled as Takeda's hand touched it and, instinctively, Riku gripped Sora around his waist and brought him close to him, away from the door.

"Takeda!" They heard Xigbar call again. "What are you doing? The volleyball equipment isn't stored there! It's in the west closet!" Both released a quite sigh of relief.

"Oh!" Takeda responded. "Sorry!"

Riku leaned forward (taking Sora with him) and placed his ear to the door, listening. Sora turned his head to the door as well.

"I don't think he's coming back," the elder said, relaxing.

"Yeah," the silver-haired teenager nodded.

"You can let go of me now," Sora pointed out.

The younger let out a breathy chuckle. "Why? This isn't fun?"

The brunette laughed quietly. "Fun, maybe."

"Well… you're going to have to put up with it for the next," Riku struggled to read his watch, "fifty minutes."

"Fifty minutes is easy. My college classes are, like, three hours long."

"Shit," the silver-haired teenager replied, appalled.

"No kidding." Sora laughed again.

On the other side of the door, they heard the class as they began to set up the separate courts.

"So…" Riku began.

"Wanna make out?" The brunette asked, tilting his head a little with a sexy little smile.

"Really?"

"No."

The younger stuck his lip out into an almost immature pout while Sora let out a quiet laugh.

"You're too easy," he said.

Irritated, Riku leaned forward, their lips centimeters away. "What's to stop me from kissing you right now?"

"Have you already forgotten I'm a black belt and former captain of the Judo Club?" the brunette asked, raising a brow.

"Have you already forgotten that there is a class just on the other side of this door?"

"Witnesses or no witnesses, I'll kick your ass."

"Go ahead; I'll scream 'rape.'"

Sora had to clamp his hand over his mouth to stifle his loud laughter. The taller teenager couldn't stop himself from letting the hilarity of the concept overtake him as well. He chuckled at first, and then quickly escalated into a full laughing fit. Riku let his forehead rest on the door as he shook with laughter.

At first, Sora didn't notice when the silver-haired teenager kissed his neck. He noticed the second kiss because it was firmer than the first.

"Hey…" the brunette protested, but Riku grabbed his wrists and held him still. "Riku…"

"Sh," the younger silenced him softly. He pressed soft kisses along his delicate jawline.

"Riku, I'm serious—" Sora was cut off by a swift kiss. A warm, wet tongue ran along his lips, beckoning. Before he could stop the impulse, the elder opened his mouth and Riku's tongue dove in.

Ah, he was good, Sora had to admit. The silver-haired teenager was very good at kissing. Feeling his competitive spirit rise to the occasion, the elder flaunted his tongue expertise as well. Sora pushed forward, overtaking Riku's tongue. The younger pulled back a little, surprised for a moment, before a smile formed on his lips. Riku pressed against the brunette's body and held him closer, reveling in the sweet heat. He couldn't resist a little chuckle when he felt Sora's arms wrap around his neck, this time in passion.

They only took small breaths of air, both determined not to lose. They didn't know how long they were locked together.

It was Sora who stopped them. He placed a hand on Riku's chest and pushed him away a little. The silver-haired teeanger's lips were the last bit to release their hold.

"You're a great kisser," Sora said. Riku laughed a little.

"So are you," he replied.

The two were quiet for a while as they listened to the sounds from the other side of the door, which consisted mostly of shouts and volleyball bunts.

"I love you," Riku said suddenly.

Sora blinked and looked up at him.

"I'm serious," the silver-haired teenager said.

The elder let out a nervous laugh. "We've only known each other for three days. You can't know that."

"I've never been more crazy about anyone in my life. I love you, Sora."

"Stop saying that," the brunette said a little sharply.

"But I do love you."

Sora looked away silently. "We don't even know anything about each other."

"Okay, I'll start. You already know my name and age, so… I'm an only child. My father is divorced and psychotic." The elder raised a curious brow at that. Riku continued. "I like blitzball, playing video games, watching movies, duct tape, long, romantic, moonlit walks on the beach and frisky men. Also, my dick is about—"

The brunette covered the younger's mouth, giggling. From his fingers, he could tell that the younger was smiling.

"My name is Sora," he began before Riku could continue. "You already know my age, I like wearing girl's clothes, my favorite thing to wear is really, really short skirts, my brother is dating your best friend which you already know… and…" he thought for a while, "my favorite food is cookie dough ice cream, my favorite TV show is Supernatural because of the underlying homosexual eroticism and blood and if you don't stop feeling me up I really am going to kick your ass," the brunette added dangerously.

The silver-haired teenager lifted his hand away, smirking. "Dogs or cats?"

"Oh, dogs, definitely. I can't stand cats." Sora wrinkled his nose.

"I'm a cat person," Riku said. "You just feed it and leave it alone. Plus my dad had this huge golden retriever once and it had this uncanny habit of pouncing on me."

"Cats can pounce! My roommate has a cat and every time we go to sleep we have to lock in the bathroom because it'll attack our feet!"

"Well, I'm going to bet that the cat was only this—" he estimated the size of the cat with his hands; about two feet, "—big. My dad's golden retriever reached up here—" the silver-haired teenager placed a flat hand to his waist, "—and I was only about as tall as my knee! Imagine how traumatizing that had been. And Dad would sic it on me when I did something bad. The bastard…" Riku folded his arms, scowling.

Sora winced. "Ooh, sorry to hear that."

"Nah, don't be," the younger said, perfectly chipper. "The horrible thing died when I was five. Got into the garbage and choked on a chicken bone." Riku smiled at the memory.

"All right, my turn," the brunette said. "What college are you planning on going to?"

"Neverland. It has the best view of the stars," the younger said before firing another question. "Favorite movie?"

"Titanic, because Leonardo DiCaprio is super hot."

Riku laughed.

Over the next thirty minutes, they questioned each other about their favorites, their worst nightmares, their best dreams, and ideas.

When they heard Xigbar blow the whistle, Sora and Riku quieted down immediately.

"All right, class dismissed!" he announced, blowing the whistle a final time.

They listened as the students filed out to their respective changing rooms.

After waiting for about a minute, Sora cautiously opened the door and peered his head out.

"All clear, let's go!" the brunette said, bolting out of the closet with Riku after him.

They tried not to laugh too loudly as they exited the gym, completely carried away by the relief they weren't caught. There were already several students in the hallway, having been released by their teachers earlier than the bell.

"Can I ask you one more question?" Riku asked.

"What?" Sora responded, cheeks pink with laughter.

"May I have one date, please?"

The elation died away in the brunette's face. Riku, sensing his discomfort, spoke quickly.

"Just one date. That's all I want."

Sora started to move away from him, but the younger gently gripped his wrist.

"Must I remind you how good I am at kissing?" he said playfully.

That earned him a laugh, which softened the mood.

"Maybe, then. Maybe I'll go on a date with you," Sora said.

"I'll settle for that. Oh!" Riku reached into his blazer jacket. "I was going to give you something, but I got a little sidetracked." He winked and pulled out a rose made completely from duct tape. The stem was a dark green (complete with two duct tape leaves) while the flower was a light blue that was very close to the shade of Sora's eyes.

"How romantic," the brunette teased, taking the offering. "Too cheap to even buy a bouquet."

The moment his hands gripped around the stem of the rose, Riku grabbed the elder's fingers and kissed the back of his hand, taking Sora completely by surprise.

"How's that for romantic?" the silver-haired teenager said, grinning.

Without another word, the younger left, casting only one last glance over his shoulder before he disappeared into the crowd of students.

Sora raised the rose to his chin, fingers hot from Riku's lips, and smiled.

"Not bad," he murmured to no one in particular.

[1]"Let us make love… for one whole month." All right, all right, I digress. I didn't make up this line. It's from the movie, Eurotrip. Hahaha! I love that movie! :D

About the first part: :D I had to do it. I just had to. I found that I love metaphorically screwing with Riku a lot!

I'm happy that this story is well-liked. Though I can't quite put my finger on what you guys like about it. What do you guys like about this story?

Well anyway, reviews are the electricity to my computer. :-P

-See you all next chapter!

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P.S: This chapter says 'Day 3, Daytime' obviously the next chapter is going to be 'Day 3, Night time.' I'm excited... :D