10.
The threesome turned into the cul de sac at 9:34. Riku felt a spasm in the base of his spine elevate to the vale of his neck. The last time he was 'overdue' for Sephiroth's nine-thirty curfew on school nights, many of his vital organs were jeopardized.
Forget idle threats to detain phone, computer and TV privileges; Sephiroth, ex-general, portends a thinly-veiled summary about exactly what is to befall you. In retrospect, you realize that no man can ever carry out such deeds towards their own offspring; however a register exists.
There is a particular moment in the 'reproach of the son time' when his father obtains a look. And when that look is double-parked across Sephiroth's face, you know that he's hit that register and all hell is about to break loose –unless you believe, for the time being, that your innards are indeed in real danger. And being the accomplished father that the ex-general is, he knows you know exactly when to shut up.
They have a very substantial relationship, Riku and Sephiroth.
Upon arrival to the houses, Roxas entered first, leaving Sora and Riku on the porch. "So I'll see you tomorrow?" Riku's hands took their places in their habitual pockets as he rocked back and forth, shrugging his shoulders as a sort of confirmation.
"Yeah, looks like it." Sora was so cute when he was nervous. He even did that thing where you bite the inner part of your lips out of tension and look anywhere else but your own eyes.
"Maybe we'll find some other time when I get to ask you out and you have the mental strength to say 'yes'." Teasing. He likes teasing. He likes teasing Sora. He likes teasing Sora when he's nervous. Did he ever notice how delectable the brunet was?
Sora laughed in an exhaled sort of way that wasn't unbecoming. "It depends. Can't promise anything." Riku could see a small blush forming at the tips of his cheeks.
Riku couldn't help but smile wider at the profound sight before him. "Good." He nodded. "It'll set me up for a more dramatic victory."
"And what? Am I to be construed as your trophy?" Sora raised his eyebrows with mock bewilderment. Riku said nothing in response. Sora was no trophy. However a mental image of the silveret on a hill holding a very large, shiny, golden trophy, waving his arms around in triumph came to mind. Perhaps after a significant rise in 'relationship exp' or so do the dating Sims call it. Sora widened his eyes at the silent confirmation. "The size of your ego…!"
Dirty joke opportunity? He had them lined up in his head. On a treadmill. Joining a conga line. With fruits on their heads. Like impatient children raising their hands in a classroom. Should he…should he… should he? Naw. Save it for a night with different circumstances.
Riku briefly considered how much time he had been spending with Axel.
Instead he laughed and said, "I'll see you tomorrow." He ended sweetly. But not too sweet! ('Cause that's not how Riku rolls!) He maintained his suave, 'I know what I'm doing by letting you see all this new found affection of mine.' "Good night."
"Goodnight, Riku." It's just lovely to hear you name spoken from another's lips, isn't it? One last flash of aquamarine eyes to deep cobalt ones and Riku crossed the lawn dividing their houses and very carefully unlocked the front door.
He glanced at his wristwatch. 9:44. He needed to be very quiet. He saw the car keys on the half-wall. Sephiroth was definitely home. Riku slid off his shoes and placed them carefully in the closet. Socked feet slowly tip toed up three stairs.
Suddenly, he heard a commotion. It was faint but it was active. Riku looked around to register that only his father was home. His brothers haven't been home in weeks, being off at college. They would have their surprise visits, but presently, it was unlikely. The house would definitely be in an uproar if they were suddenly home. He heard the disturbance again. This time it was accompanied by a cry. It wasn't a sad cry, but it was definitely an outcry!
Riku continued another two steps out of the ten dividing the first from second floor. The racket was coming from his father's room. This was odd. Sephiroth never did anything dynamic this time of night. He would do chores around the house and he would exercise, but not in the evening and certainly not in his room.
Riku vividly remembered his father explaining how a bedroom was designed for repose and tranquility (followed by several other convincing reasons to 'turn down the fucking music'). Sephiroth saying it eerily calm is what made the conversation most memorable.
One more vocal module and then it hit him; his father was having sex. He felt the aftershock of his dinner. The almighty ex-general was having sex under the same roof as his son.
…Ewww!
Any other reasons to be freaked out? And who was it? Hopefully no one he'd see in the morning. He just couldn't stomach it!
Riku skipped the rest of the steps, a little more confident the noise wouldn't contend with whatever his dad was hearing at the moment. Nonetheless, he cherished the ten glorious feet that stood between his room and his father's room. He shut the door softly and prepared to disappear until the light of a new day.
It was loud. Were they doing it up against the wall? There was some serious transmitting of sound waves going on. Loud… Thumping…moaning! Just when he was about to bury his silver head into his pillow… "Seph..i..roth…"
His head froze, mid-burial.
Riku knew that voice. It was freakishly familiar. He unconsciously found himself craning his neck in the direction of the voices, across the length of his room. If not for his curiosity… This was strange. He heard another word, however not as coherent.
Once more. Riku squinted his eyes and leaned his left ear towards the wall, kneeling and using his hands for support. His brain tried to decipher all of this.
If you kept the vocal chords…
and you take away the euphoric spin…
and you add a little more anger…
and add a blond son…!
"Cloud!"
Riku fell off his bed. And not just because he heard his own father's orgasm.
End of Sunday
I had lots of fun writing this chapter! 8D
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xDelfin