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Day 4 and 5: Tonight and Dawn

Sora downed his tenth—or at least, he thought it was his tenth—shot of vodka, wincing a little as the alcohol made its way down his throat. It was a good kind of burning though, a cleansing sort of burning, the brunette mused.

He should have throttled Riku when the silver-haired menace kissed him that first time. The complex the lip contact ensued settled in his stomach like a cluster of nails. They looked nothing alike, they behaved so differently, so how was it that they were so similar—

And today, even—yesterday that is. (It was around 12:00 in the morning when he took off to Organization XIII. So it would be more appropriate to say their last meeting was yesterday.) He had let Riku take things further yesterday. Sora rolled his head back, looking up at the ceiling.

It was not looking good. He was allowing Riku too much access. He really should stop letting him do that even if the little charmer was very irresistible. The brunette sighed and pressed to fingers into his forehead. Maybe it was time that he headed back to Atlantica.

As the music of the club changed Sora felt this impending, nonsensical need to dance, and he slipped off his stool and made his way to the dance floor, to the mass of writhing bodies, swaying his hips as he went. He knew it was dangerous for him to be here, a small little thing in a short skirt in a gay club like this. But he didn't care. He needed the danger. It was so exhilarating. It wiped everything away.

Sora rubbed his temple, guessing correctly that he had more shots than he had figured. The strobe lights were like cymbals crashing in his skull but he ignored the feeling and kept moving. That's what it felt like he should do. Just keep moving until the strobe lights blinded him or until the alcohol finally went to his head and he passed out completely. Sora hoped that the second was less likely because this particular club was known for being rather merciless.

Someone moved behind him, brushing his pelvis along the brunette's backside. Sora fought to keep from frowning at the obscene gesture and turned his head towards the man, who was smiling that he had gotten his attention. The twenty-two-year-old started to move away, but the man's hand—almost like a claw—dove between his legs and pulled him back.

With a disgusted grunt, Sora whirled around to collide his fist into the man's cheekbone when he saw that someone had already yanked the man away.

A tuff of silver hair.

"Riku?" Sora asked, shouting over the loud music.

"Hey, Sora!" The younger smiled, throwing the man aside easily.

"What are you doing here?"

Riku shot a poisonous glare at that man who had bothered Sora earlier before speaking. "Well, drinking, obviously. I'm here with a few friends." He pointed to the bar, where a lilac-haired teen and a sandy-blonde mullet-mohawked teen sat.

"A bit too young, aren't you?" the brunette glanced at Riku suspiciously. The silver-haired teen smirked.

"As if that'd stop me," he said smugly. The younger wrapped his hands around Sora waist and brought him close.

A small flicker of surprise crossed the elder's face before he let out a small, nervous chuckle as rotated his hips in time with Riku's. They danced slowly with the beat. Without meaning to, Sora eyed the exit, wondering if he should make a quick escape.

And then suddenly the club's song changed.

My first kiss went a little like this,

The silver-haired teen's smirk grew wider and he moved closer, hands tight on Sora's waist so that he could feel him,

*kiss*

Grinding—

And twist

*kiss kiss*

—grinding, grinding.

And twist

The brunette's eyes lit up immediately.

"So you think you can dance, huh?" he asked, a pretty smile on his pretty mouth. He shoved away from Riku completely and moved his shoulders and hips to the beat of the next verse.

Well my first kiss went a little like this

*kiss*

Hip toss—

And twist

—and twirl.

*kiss kiss*

Hip toss, hip toss—

And twist

—and twirl.

He curled his finger at Riku, daring him. The crowd around them had fanned out into a wide circle, murmuring and watching with interest.

Of course the younger could not deny such an invitation. He danced forward, keeping the beat.

I said no more teachers
And no more books
I got a kiss under the bleachers
Hoping that nobody looks

Riku grasped the elder's hand and twirled him around. With the next verse he executed the few two-person dance moves he knew, making sure to keep Sora close. Luckily, the brunette was a very capable dancer and was easily able to keep up with him.

Lips like liquorish
Tongue like candy
Excuse me miss but can I get you out your panties?

Sora smacked the silver-haired teen's hand off and swiveled to dance in another direction, but Riku was fast. With two great strides he was in front of him. A half-nervous, half-amused smirk spread on Sora's lips and he backed away, rocking his hips to the beat to continue the dance.

In the back of the car

The younger advanced in rhythm with wide steps—

On the way to the bar

—and Sora stepped back as the other moved forward, his steps equal so that the space between them never changed.

I got you on my list (I got you on my list)

Riku attempted to take the elder's hand again but Sora swiftly yanked his hand from his reach, smiling haughtily. The younger grinned in return.

At the next verse, the silver-haired teenager threw down every classy trick he knew, courting the brunette (in a way) to earn a spot beside him, to reach him. Because that's what this was about: reaching him.

At the foot of the stairs
With my fingers in your hair
Baby, this is it

The crowd, the lights, and Riku… Sora could feel his blood singing through his veins in exhileration. Not allowing himself to get out-danced by the younger, showed off his best moves, quite literally dancing circles around Riku during the chorus.

She won't ever get enough
Once she gets a little touch
If I had it my way,
You know that I'd make her say
Ooooooh
Ooooooh

Suddenly, the brunette's hand was in front of him, offering. Riku, holding back the need to intake great gulps of air, grinned and clasped the hand eagerly within a heartbeat. And they danced together.

She won't ever get enough
Once she gets a little touch
If I had it my way,
You know that I'd make her say
Ooooooh
Ooooooh

"You dance as good as you make out," Riku wheezed between pants. He leaned on the bar, exhausted.

Sora—Dance Minor, Sora—was perfectly composed as he sipped from his drink. He spun on the barstool once. "You aren't bad for someone who doesn't have a formal training," he said, a smug smile on his features as he continued to watch the silver-haired teen heave. "You learned all that from the street?"

"Yeah," Riku said, finally catching his breath. "A bit from Axel but most from Demyx." He pointed to the mullet-mohawked teen at the dance floor, who was enthusiastically dancing with his nearly motionless partner, Zexion. Sora laughed at how ridiculous Zexion looked.

"So what are you doing out so late?" The silver-haired teen asked.

"Drinking," Sora answered a bit too simply, but the younger didn't notice for he quickly followed up with another sentence. "Because I'm old enough to legally go out to drink alcohol without asking for permission from my parents," he said with a smart grin, before placing his cup to his lips again.

Riku noticed the strange color of the drink. A misty black. "What is that?" he asked.

"Naught's Skyway," the brunette said, holding out his cup. "Wanna try?"

Riku took the cup into his hands and took a sip. Almost immediately he wrenched forward, fighting to keep from spitting the alcohol out. The elder was laughing out loud, clinging to the bar to remain in his seat while Riku was forcing to swallow the strong alcohol.

"Jesus!" he hissed, his esophagus burning. "What the hell are you?" He turned the other way and coughed.

"You don't drink hard alcohol, do you?" He turned to the bartender and raised his index finger. "Luxord! A water!" Sora said. Luxord, a blonde, british man with a multitude of facial piercings, nodded and slid a glass of water to the brunette within seconds. Riku wasted no time in taking the cup and gulping the contents down.

"Pussy," the elder muttered, smirking.

"What did you just say?" the silver-haired teen stared at him in disbelief.

"You heard me." Sora finished the last of his drink to make his point.

Riku laughed a little. "I like it when you talk dirty to me," he purred, grinning.

The brunette chuckled. "All right, I'm going." He easily slipped off his stool.

"What—Wait, wait, wait," the younger's hand snapped to his wrist. "Don't go," he said. "Not yet. Please."

Sora faced him, raising his eyebrow curiously.

"I'll buy you a drink," he offered. "And I'll let you see where my hands are to prove that I have not tampered with them any way, shape or form. No roofie martinis. I swear."

A detectable smile tugged on the elder's lips and Riku knew that he had, reluctantly, won him over.

Sora turned to the bartender. "Luxord! Four more shots of Naught's Skyway and three Hall of Empty Melodies!" he said. The blonde nodded and went to work.

The younger raised a brow. "Are you those all for you?"

"Yup, and you're paying for them, and all my other drinks," he said chipperly as he reclaimed his barstool. Riku had a sinking feeling in the pit of his wallet, but he smirked to hide it.

Sora looked at him and spoke again. "One of the Empty Melodies is for you, though. It has a smaller percentage of alcohol, so I think you might like it better."

Within minutes their drinks arrived and Riku experimentally drank a Hall of Empty Melodies, which he found to be rather tasty. He almost cringed as he watched Sora down the four Naught's Skyway in under a minute.

"You're a monster," he said. "You seriously have a problem, Sora."

That sentence made the brunette paused, just for a moment, before placing the first glass of Empty Melodies to his lips. "Is that so?" he said.

They spent the rest of their time drinking (well, Sora was drinking) and chatting, the brunette getting progressively drunk, and Riku getting progressively amused at how much alcohol the elder can consume without falling into severe liver failure. He was sure if normal people drank as much alcohol as the brunette did, they would be dead.

Eventually, though, Sora's ability to string several sentences of the same topic began to deteriorate completely.

"So, it's like, I don't even know why they're—it is so hot." The elder said slurred, at that point completely wasted. "God, it's really hot. Are you—are you sure you've never been to this club before?"

"No," the silver-haired teen tried to control his laughter. This was the fifth time Sora asked him this question. "Did you used to come here a lot?" he asked, which was the reply he had been responded last four times, mostly to see if the elder would finally catch on that he was looping.

"Yeah… yeah," the brunette hung and dropped his head in an exaggerated nod. "That sign over there…" He pointed the finger in the wrong direction, but the younger realized that Sora was pointing to the neon sign (which was made to look like several buildings side-by-side) behind the DJ. "That sign… I used to come here a lot back when I was in high school. This place has changed a lot since then, but not that sign. Did you—you know that I was here on opening night? Yeah, when I was in high school I used to come here a lot. This place sure has changed. That sign is still there though. I was here the first night it opened. And I used to, even though I was in high school, I used to come here." He suddenly began laughing.

Reflexively, Riku felt a smile creep onto his own face. "Why are you laughing?"

"I dunno…" The brunette giggled. "I don't—I don't…" Another fit of giggles overtook him and he could no longer speak.

"Okay, it's time to get you home." He looked at his watch. 2:23 AM. The silver-haired teen grabbed Sora's hand and hauled him to his feet.

"What—why? Why are you standing? Are you going somewhere?" Slowly, the elder leaned forward, placing his full bodyweight on Riku, who nearly toppled over. Managing to sling Sora's arm over his shoulder, the silver-haired teen awkwardly waved to Demyx and Zexion, signaling that he was going. The two waved back and Riku made his way out.

"Hey… hey, Riku…" the brunette said about a block away from the Organization XIII.

"Yeah?" the younger grunted.

"Weren't we… in a club just now?"

"Yeah, but I'm…" he paused as he momentarily lost his footing, "…I'm taking you home now. Well, my place, actually. It's closer. And there're no buses around this time and—"

"What? No… No, I don't wanna go anywhere. I wanna stay here." He tried to pull his arm away from Riku's grip, but the silver-haired teenager held firm.

"I'm taking you to my place," Riku repeated firmly. "And we should call your house, too. Roxas and your parents must be worried sick about you."

"No," Sora shook his head lazily and rolled it to one side. "No, no, nope. I don't think so…"

"Come on, let's go," the silver-haired teenager walked forward, but the elder dug his heels into the concrete.

"No, no, no…" Sora slurred, prying himself from the younger's grasp. "I don't… I don't wanna go home."

"I strongly advise against that." Riku attempted to grab the other's elbow, but the brunette easily avoided his grasp, giggling.

"Sora, c'mon!" The younger said, agitated, trying to grab Sora again and the elder smoothly evaded him. This went on for several minutes, with Riku trying to grab the smaller's arm (or at least a fistful of his clothes) and Sora flitting just out of his reach like a pixie, laughing all the way.

"Stupid former Judo Club captain…" The silver-haired teenager panted, bent over with his hands on his knees.

Giggling, the elder took several paces back, putting about three yards between them.

"Enough, Sora. It's time to go," Riku said after catching his breath. He gestured to the brunette with his hand.

Sora tilted to one side, almost as if he were going to fall over, and then he snapped upright again. He tilted to the other side and then moved back into proper balance.

"Okay," he said simply, as if he was completely lucid if not for the bloodshot eyes and the fact that his stance was still a little wobbly.

Riku took a wary step forward, watching if the brunette was going to move again, but he didn't. Sighing in relief, he walked forward and secured a hand around Sora's arm before his drunken state of mind shifted again. The elder ran his own hand down Riku's arm, making the silver-haired teen stop and look at him.

"What is it, Sora?" he asked.

Sora smiled—

"Is something—"

—and lurched forward and threw up. Riku shut his eyes and looked away, trying his damndest to ignore the retching and splattering sounds. He could not, however, stop a shudder as he felt a warm, chunky wetness seeping into his shoes and lower pantlegs. He felt it on his skin, oh God. It was seeping through his clothes, oh God, oh God.

The silver-haired teenager heard Sora spit to get rid of the aftertaste and figured it was all right to look forward.

"Feel better?" The taller teen asked, trying not to glance down. The brunette's head hung down and he made a soft, groan-like noise. Riku steadied him with both hands.

"Okay, let's go."

Riku grunted as he clumsily transferred Sora to his bed. He glanced down at his shoes and winced at the had-been stomach contents. Luckily, though, he hadn't tracked any vomit on the carpet. And he managed to get the brunette he loved into his bed. That was a good sign. They both still had their clothes on and they weren't having mind-blowing sex, but at least the night was starting to turn around.

Sighing, the silver-haired teen went to his drawer and pulled out a clean pair of his sleep pants and placed them on, not entirely too concerned with Sora seeing him changing.

Vrrrrr… Vrrrrr…

It took moments for Riku to realize that Sora's phone was ringing. More content than necessary, he reached into the brunette's skirt pocket and fished out the device.

"Hel—"

"Goddammit, Sora!" Roxas shouted at the other end of the line, making the silver-haired teen jump. "Learn how to use your fucking phone! Do you have any idea what I've been going through these last hours? You said—you said—that you were going to be home by one and it's three-fucking-o'clock—!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Roxas, it's Riku."

The youngest Hikari's tone changed significantly. "Riku? Why do you have Sora's cell phone?"

"I was out and I saw him in a club. He got wasted and I brought him to my house."

A distinct face-palm was heard from the phone. "That… dumbass... I swear I'm going to fucking kill him."

Riku laughed a little. This was the most he'd ever heard Roxas cuss in such a short amount of time.

"Look, I can let him sleep here at my place and I'll drop him off tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, please, thank you." Roxas sighed again.

"Hey, no problem."

"Oh, and Riku?"

"Mm-hm?"

"Keep your hands to yourself or I will come to your house with pliers and a hammer. I will let you figure out why that thought should be scaring you shitless." Roxas said this so fluidly out of character the silver-haired teenager clapped his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

"All right, I promise." He crossed his fingers.

"Good. See you later!"

"See you."

Hanging up, Riku turned to the brunette, a silvery brow slowly arching upwards in amusement and deliberation.

"I wonder what you're going to do to me if I get drunk." The younger recalled the brunette's words clearly.

The silver-haired teenager walked to the bed and sat down, eyes on Sora. The elder was on his back, his head titled away from him and his arms out to the side and folded slightly. His shirt had ridden up to just above his naval, showing off his flat, well-toned stomach. His legs were parted just a little and his breathing was easy and slow.

Riku gulped as he let his eyes run down Sora's wonderful slim body, and was suddenly very focused on the brunette's clothes: a short denim skirt, a simple t-shirt, white knee-high socks with a cute, black cat skull and bones pattern and black, three-inch platform heels. He was mostly concentrating on the short skirt.

The very unobstructive short skirt.

The younger ran his hands down the brunette's exposed stomach. Sora moaned quietly, his body arching up a little, as if asking for more. Riku gulped again. Sora would be very angry if he tried anything. He knew. Sora would be…

The silver-haired teenager ran the back of his hand along the inside of the brunette's thigh.

'So soft…' Riku though, licking his lips.

Sora was going to be pissed if he found out…

The silver-haired teen leaned farther.

'So don't let him find out,' a sneaky little voice in the back of his mind said.

Tentatively, Riku slipped his hand underneath the brunette's skirt.

Sora's eyes scrunched as he registered the sunlight through his eyelids. His head was throbbing painfully and for a brief moment he thought of never drinking again.

He didn't remember coming home. Huh. All he really remembered was drinking with Riku, and then…

A soft, sleepy murmur came from in front of him.

That voice seemed familiar.

Little by little, he opened his eyes and found himself looking into Riku's face.

For a few seconds, Sora lied staring into the younger, wide-eyed with disbelief and horror.

Riku stirred and, seeing the brunette was awake, gave a charming smile.

"Morning, honey," he said, practically glowing with delight.

A resounding whack! was heard as Sora kicked Riku out of bed, partially out of instinct and partially out of panic. The brunette scrambled back, relieved to find that both of them were still clothed.

"Where am I?! How did I get here?!" he said, eyes darting across the room. "What did you do?!" he demanded, pointing a finger at the younger.

"Geez," Riku groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head. "We're at my house, in my room. After you drank youself into a state of near catatonia I brought you home. You're welcome, by the way. And I didn't do anything to you while you were out of it. Nothing juicy…" he added under his breath. A comment which Sora caught. The brunette narrowed his eyes.

"What's that mean?"

"Nothing," the silver-haired teenager said quickly. "Roxas has been worried sick about you. You should call him."

"I will. After you tell me exactly what happened last night."

"I already did." Riku stood up and stretched.

"You're not telling me everything."

"You threw up on my shoes. And part of my pants."

Sora glared at him. The younger sighed.

"Fine. I took a quick look at your panties. They're cute, but I think you'd look better in red."

The brunette closed his legs together petulantly, a full-on pout on his lips, but he seemed satisfied.

Riku pulled up his car next to the Hikari household and unlocked the car doors. Sora placed his hand on the handle.

"Thanks," he said, almost reluctantly. "For taking me home. And the ride."

"You're welcome," Riku replied, exercising great restraint to keep from making a clever, sexual-based reply. For a few moments, they sat without moving in silence. The silver-haired teenager leaned towards him, trying to see what was wrong. As he was about to open his mouth to ask, Sora spoke.

"Tomorrow—I mean, tonight—are you free?" The elder asked, turning to him.

"Why?"

"You still want that date?"

Riku's heart leaped. "Are you serious?"

Sora chuckled, running a hand through his head nervously. "Yeah. As thanks, for taking me home yourself. You didn't have to do that, so…"

The silver-haired teenager bent forward. "Can we kiss on it then?"

Grinning, the elder turned and responded with a chaste kiss. "Fine," he said. "Meet me at Organization XIII tonight. Nine o'clock." With that, he opened the door and slid out of the car. He turned heel once more and faced Riku. "Don't be late," he added seriously.

"I won't, then," Riku replied, using his most dashing smile.

Sora closed the cardoor, but through the window the silver-haired teenager saw him giggle as he walked up to his house.

God, I wish you people could see what I see when Sora and Riku danced together. God… It was… orgasmic…. (hahaha.) No seriously, I wish I could project to you people what I saw, but I can only hope that my writing could entertain you enough. Ah, dancing hot people… hahhhh…. ^_^

Yeah, I chose My First Kiss for some freakish reason. I was listening to music while writing this chapter wondering what the hell I was going to write about and then this song showed up. Incidentally, I was watching So You Think You Can Dance? last week, and so… Yeah, I know 3Oh!3's songs don't exactly promote the best sort of morals and Ke$ha is a dirty skank who probably lost her virginity at age 6 in a dark, back alley with some stranger (I despise Ke$ha), I just pictured Riku and Sora dancing to My First Kiss so easily, so I went with it.

You know, I'm really into making Sora say bad words. I just like inserting them randomly, I guess.

Hall of Empty Melodies, Naught's Skyway, depressing names for drinks. Hahaha.

Oh, and for those who noticed that when I have a ?! close together and noticed that the ! was in italics, it's because that's the only way the document reader will put them together. For example: ? For those who can't see that last question mark had a ! after it, but this stupid document reader didn't put it in. I HATE YOU DOCUMENT READER!

—See you all next chapter!

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