Authors Note: Well, I decided to get on with it :) I'm warning you though, there are a couple of very long rambling sentences. I hope that they're not too confusing, but I like them, so I've decided to leave them in. No matter what Word says... Word is rather evil sometimes. The only thing that it's really good for is spell check. It has absolutely no concept of proper grammar...
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Summary: One day a man in a wet shirt and leather pants shows up on Sora's doorstep. So, Sora gets a roommate, a young artist named Riku who turns out to be the most charming person he has ever met. So charming, infact, that he proceeds to charm the clothes right off of all of Sora's friends. But that's okay, because Sora doesn't know. Yet.

It was raining, but Riku didn't mind. He thought that the sound of the rain was soothing, and he rather enjoyed seeing distraught, half-naked men with only newspapers to shelter them from the rain running about (1). What Riku did mind was that his painting looked like a piece of crap on an easel. He minded so much, in fact, that he finally ripped said painting off of said easel and chucked it out the inexplicably open window. It was actually a rather nice painting of a number of demons playing what seemed to be a number of rather violent games with some rather unhappy looking humans and it landed in the middle of the road with a wet-sounding smack. He watched it for a moment. A car ran over it, leaving a demon's smirking face to be a permanent skidmark. Riku felt slightly more satisfied. Unfortunately, he was still in a bit of a destructive mood.

The doorbell rang. Riku got up, put on a pair of pants, and left his room to go open it. He found that behind the door was a person that he had been wanting to see for quite some time.

"Hey, Riku. Is Sora home?" asked Tidus.

Riku smiled pleasantly and stepped back. "Why don't you come on in?" Tidus shrugged. Tidus came in. Riku closed the door behind him with an expression more commonly associated with the expression of satisfaction on an insane serial killer's face while carefully cutting one of his victims into carefully thin strips.

Tidus looked around the empty apartment. "Sora!" he called out. When he got no answer he turned back to Riku, who hid his smile from the blond in worry of scaring him off.

"Sora is, regrettably," he said the word as if he didn't regret anything at all, "not home right now." He paused for a moment to look into Tidus' eyes. "What, exactly, do you need him for?"

Tidus tried not to notice the strange expression on Riku's face. He tried to reason with himself that Riku always had a strange expression on his face, but he couldn't help growing more and more alarmed as Riku started walking towards him.

"I need Sora..." why did he need Sora? Riku's presence was getting more and more distracting as Tidus became more and more aware of it getting closer to him. "I need Sora because..."

"Yes...?" Riku almost purred.

Tidus blinked. He tried to remember why it was that he needed Sora, but his mind seemed to be blanketed with an impenetrable fog.

"I need Sora because he was supposed to tell me..."

"Yes...?" Riku's mouth was curling upward at the edges as if of its own accord. He stopped worrying about scaring Tidus. Tidus would not be leaving any time soon.

Tidus frowned and furrowed his brow. He tried his absolute hardest to remember what it was that he had wanted from Sora. He gave up with a loud sigh. "Look, I don't know what I wanted! This is all very distracting! I just don't know... I wanted a recipe or something..."

Riku shrugged and moved back. "Well, if you came out all this way, it must have been important... Why don't you stay a while? I'm sure that Sora will be back soon..."

Tidus felt that he really shouldn't be nodding, but didn't understand why he shouldn't be nodding, so he nodded anyway.

Riku poured out some wine for the both of them. It wasn't enough to get either of them drunk, but it would be enough to get Tidus to relax. A bit. Riku grinned into his glass of wine.

"So, when is Sora going to be back, d'you think?" asked Tidus after he had finished the wine.

"Should be soon, any minute now."

Riku looked at Tidus, deciding which tactic to use. He felt that Tidus would be a hard nut to crack (2).

"You know, Tidus," said Riku after a moment. He toyed with his still half-full glass. "I've been meaning to tell you this for a long time..." He paused dramatically. It worked to build the tension in the room rather nicely. The words "I've been meaning to tell you this..." are right up there with "there's something I need to say..." and "we need to Talk."

Tidus leaned forward in his seat in horrified anticipation.

"I'm afraid that Wakka has been cheating on you," said Riku finally. But he was not afraid at all. He was, in fact, quite satisfied that Wakka was cheating on Tidus, and even more satisfied at the fact that Wakka was cheating on Tidus with him. However, Riku was a very good actor when he needed to be. Or when he was trying to get someone into bed with him.

Tidus frowned. "Wakka? I... are you sure?"

Riku nodded gravely. "I'm very sorry, Tidus, but I'm afraid that it's true."

Tidus sat back with a stunned expression on his face. "I never thought that he would do such a thing..."

Riku waited.

"But... he said that he loved me..."

Riku waited.

"He said that he would never..."

Riku waited.

"He said that he would never lie to me..."

Riku waited.

"That bastard!"

There. Riku grinned. And now he was in control.

Tidus slammed his fist on the table and the glasses shook. The wine bottle fell over, and wine started to spill out. Riku righted it carefully, and turned back to watch the rest of Tidus' rage. "I can not believe this! The lying, cheating..."

Riku put a hand on Tidus' cheek. "Don't you just want to get back at him...?" he murmured. Tidus blinked.

"...Yes. Yes, I do want to get back at him."

Riku smiled and brushed his hand through Tidus' obscenely blond hair. "Well, you know, I am completely at your disposal..."

Tidus blinked again. "Are you? Well, in that case..."

They kissed for a rather long time, in the process managing to make a series of rather interesting noises. And then Riku stood up and led Tidus to his bedroom where they preceded to do some very R rated things. All the while, Riku had known perfectly well that Sora would not be back for a very long time.

(1) This (seeing half-naked men running about with only newspapers to shelter them from the rain) has actually happened to me, except that it was hailing at the time

(2) Not that seducing people has anything to do with cracking nuts. Nevertheless, it seems like an appropriate analogy.

Authors Note: Well, I hope you liked it! And remember: I love reviews!

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