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Chapter 60

"We'll Go Together."

After that day, Tifa and Sora's mother helped to plan a big party to celebrate. It wasn't just to celebrate Ansem's jailing, but also Riku's freedom—the overall center of it. And it was to give all sorts of congratulations, to Tifa and to Sora and to Riku—Tifa for finding her son again, and Sora for finding love in him. The celebration was at Sora's house, and everyone who knew them was invited. It ended up just being Sora's family, Tidus and Roxas' families, Riku and his mother, and a few close friends. Selphie was entertaining herself with her little posse, whilst Riku and Sora socialized with Wakka and the other boys on the Besaid Raiders.

Tidus and Roxas were there, too. They were the ones spraying bottles of cold apple cider everywhere. Sora was practically screaming, and Riku chased after both blonds, shouting at them for getting him and Sora so wet.

"I'm soaked!" The brunet whined, holding up his arms. "And now I smell like cider!"

"Maybe Riku will lick it off!" Wakka laughed, obviously getting a kick out of the whole antic. "Then you'll be squeaky clean, ya?"

"Oh, can it!" Riku growled. He sighed. "Come on, Sora, we'll get you some dry clothes."

"O-Okay." Sora turned around as Riku pushed him towards the stairs, and waved at their crowd of guests, warning, "You'd better not mess anything up down here!"

"We won't!" Chorused the boys. Riku continued to push Sora up the stairs, and into his room, where he shut the door behind them.

"Damn those two! I'm going to kill them."

"Hey, calm down," laughed Sora, "It's not that bad. They just surprised me, that's all."

"Yeah, but now you're all wet..."

Sora laughed harder. "It's okay, Riku! Really..." he lifted his arms up as Riku pulled his soaking-wet shirt off of him, "...you need to relax..."

Riku sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just...I'm feeling a little antsy, that's all." He tossed Sora's wet shirt over his hamper for dirty clothes, and started to reach for the brunet's jeans, which were thoroughly soaked also. "Mom's looking for a therapist for me, and she says she's gonna make me visit her doctor in another week or two. It feels like I have a lot to eat on my plate lately."

Sora smiled at him as he slid out of his jeans, and tugged Riku's shirt off him. "Again, you shouldn't worry so much." He said, "Didn't we tell you that at the courthouse?"

"Ah, don't feed me that bull." Growled the teen. "I'm schizophrenic and I'm stressed. Not a good combination."

Sora paused, eyes flitting left and right, before he tugged at his boxers. "Oh, shoot," he said in an overacted voice, "That darn cider soaked right through my jeans. Now my boxers are wet, too." He started to slide them down his hips. "I guess I'll just have to take them off..."

Riku threw a clean pair at his face. "You're such a smartass!" He laughed.

Sora snickered, and shed the pair he was wearing, slipping into the dry ones easily. "But it made you feel better, didn't it?"

"Now, that's not fair, taking advantage of my libido like that." Riku smirked as he got out of his jeans, and wound an arm around Sora's waist, stroking his cheek. "Because now, do you know what you have to do? You have to follow up with it."

The brunet got an adorable, cheeky flush on his face. "H-How about we put a rain check on that?" He asked nervously. "There's too many parents downstairs...someone's bound to put the pieces together..."

"Hmmmmm?" Riku purred, nudging Sora to the bed. "That sooo? So, you're saying you'll let me suck you in a courthouse, but you won't let me fuck you in your bed...?" He made a mocking sort of pout, brushing his lips to Sora's. "Oh, Sora, that's so double-standard of you..."

"R-Riku...!" Sora squeaked, the other's hands running up and down his sides, making him gasp.

"So very, very double-standard..."

"Ooo-KAY!" He cried, snatching Riku's wrists and raising them up high in the air. Riku grunted shortly in protest, and then sighed, getting a half-lidded look on his face. "I think," Sora said, "that I'm gonna have to say 'no' this time."

Riku huffed, and dropped his hands, shrugging. "Alrighty, then, have it your way. But I'm holding you to that rain check, understand?"

There was a moment's pause, before Sora whined and squirmed where he stood. "Damn it, Rikuuuu! Why do you have to be so sexyyyy!"

Riku laughed, "Because I am sexy, that's why."

"I know! Stop flaunting it!" Growled the brunet boy. "It's making it very hard for me to act normal around other people—including myself, apparently!"

The silver-haired teen chuckled, and gave Sora a pair of jeans and a shirt to change into. "You know, your stuff isn't going to fit me...what am I gonna wear in the meantime?"

"Oh! Um..." Sora smiled nervously. "Well, I have some oversized nightshirts you can wear, but that's about it."

"Pajama wear, huh?"

"Should be in the bottom drawer," Sora told him, pulling his dry shirt on over his head. Riku opened up the drawer he was told about and pulled out a long dark-blue nightshirt. It was more of a nightgown, really.

"...You're such a girl, Sora."

"Hey, shut up! My mom bought me that one. That's not my fault."

Riku snickered. "Mommy still gets her widdle man his cwothes?" He cooed.

Sora roared and picked up a hefty school binder nearby. "You are SUCH and ASSHOLE!" He shrieked, throwing the thing at Riku's face.

"Whoa!" He dodged the barreling object, and it smacked into Sora's dresser drawers with a loud THUMP. He blinked. "Geez, maybe I have to protect myself from you, too!"

"Yeah, only when you say something like that to me!" Sora snapped, pointing an accusing finger. Riku laughed, changing into the nightshirt, and managing to just barely fit into a pair of Sora's underwear to borrow.

"Sora, you're so cute when you're mad."

"Don't start that sugar-coating crap with me!" Grumbled the younger boy. "You're not gonna put it behind us that easily!"

"Oh, I'm not?" Riku smirked, walking up to Sora haughtily and crossing his arms. "Then tell me how I can make it up to you."

Sora stood up on his toes and pulled Riku down to his level. "You can shut up and be a boyfriend," he growled, and he kissed Riku firmly on the lips. After Sora was satisfied that they had gotten in a nice, hot little session of tongue play, Riku pulled back for breath and placed a gentle kiss on Sora's lips.

"I think I should bribe you more when you're angry," he chuckled.

Sora sighed. "That's not funny," he said flatly, his rage having now subsided.

"Oh, you know I'm teasing you."

Sora pouted, and pulled Riku into a hug. Riku returned it, and they stood there like that for a while, just embracing each other, and listening to the laughter downstairs. Sora turned his head against Riku's chest, listening to the other's heartbeat, feeling the satisfying warmth that came from holding him so close. He closed his eyes and let out a slow sigh, imagining the world melting around them, until it was just the two of them standing there. Riku stroked his fingers through Sora's hair, and kissed the top of his head.

"I love you, Sora," he whispered against his hair. "I'll always love you."

The brunet smiled warmly, and squeezed Riku around his middle a little tighter.

"I'll always love you, too, Riku."

That made the older teen smile again, and they held each other for a few moments longer. Sora creased his brow, then, and frowned.

"Hey, I'm wondering..."

"Hmm?"

"...I'm wondering how everyone else is doing."

"Everyone else from where?"

Sora looked up. "You know...Mr. Cloud and all the others."

Riku paused, then smirked. "I'm sure they're doing fine." He snickered, "They're gonna be doing better than Ansem, I can tell you that."

Brrriinnnng, brrriinnnng, brrriinnnng.

"Mmmm, Yazoo, can you get that?" Kadaj murmured, rubbing his brother's slim stomach.

"I'm tired, brother," Yazoo grumbled. "You get it."

"Well I'm not getting it," growled Kadaj, "And Sephy's probably out drinking somewhere..."

Yazoo sighed. "He's going to come home wasted, isn't he?"

"Yes, but look on the bright side," Kadaj snickered, "At least we won't have to do chores tomorrow..."

Brrriinnnng, brrriinnnng, brrriinnnng.

"I'm still not getting it."

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Hissed Kadaj, getting out of bed. "Fine, I'll answer it. You're such a pain in the ass."

Yazoo sat up as Kadaj left, shouting after him, "I know, that's why you like it!"

Muttering curses under his breath, Kadaj walked naked to the phone and snatched it up. "Yes, what do you want?" He asked tersely.

"...Kadaj? For God's sake, why can't Sephiroth answer his own damn phone!"

Kadaj paused. "...Who the hell is this?"

"This is Ansem! Get Sephiroth on the phone! Please!"

Kadaj sighed, putting a hand on his hip. "Listen, you pedophilic loser, my big brother isn't home right now, but I'd be happy to take a message."

Ansem's voice was strained. "Kadaj, I'm in JAIL."

There was a very long...long...long...awkward...silence.

And then Kadaj laughed.

"Don't drop the soap!"

"KADAJ, YOU INCESTUOUS SON OF A—" Click.

Cloud stood with his hands at his sides, stuffed into his pockets, staring at Leon expectantly. "So? Do you think it'll be good enough?"

Leon looked over the edge of Cloud's resumé papers. "Well, I don't know, that's all up to Zack."

"Then I'll take that as a yes."

Leon sighed, and handed Cloud his papers. "So you're sure you want to do this?"

"Of course I am." Cloud replied, glancing sideways at him. "Are you?"

Leon paused, looking out the window for a moment, and then back to Cloud. "As sure as I can be. I'm not precognetic or anything."

Cloud purred and wound his arms around Leon's waist, pressing against him. "I'm glad you're letting me move in with you," he murmured. "Thank you very much."

"Did you call your friends to let them know?"

"Yes, and Reno even said he would help me to get my things in with us." He replied. "Reno's kind of energetic. If he goofs off, try not to let him get to you."

Leon groaned. "I don't know, if he's anything like Yuffie from college, I might be snapping a few fingers."

"You don't mean that," scoffed Cloud, smacking Leon's chest playfully as he walked back. "And anyway, you'll like him. Rufus might drop by, too, and I know you and Rufus will get along." He grinned, adding, "Rufus is kind of like you sometimes."

Leon paused for a moment. "...And you say I'll get along with him?"

Cloud laughed. "Poor Leon, he can't even stand himself!"

"That's not funny," growled the foster agent, crossing his arms.

"It is too, and you know it." Cloud rebutted. "Now let's get something to eat. I'm starving."

"Pizza's here!" Tifa called, bringing in the three or four boxes of pizza that had just been delivered.

"Alright!" Cried the boys. "Food!"

"I get dibs on the one with the sausage bits!" Sora declared.

"As long as you share that sausage with me!" Riku teased.

"Ewww, come on, guys, not in front of us!"

"Yeah, why not?" Riku teased, ruffling Tidus' hair. "You don't wanna see the incredible talents of the ever-sexy Riku Lockheart?"

Tidus slapped his hand away. "Just shut up and grab your damn pizza, you sexed-up teenage time bomb!"

"I think I will," declared Riku, taking two pieces of pizza that had sausage, double-cheese, mushrooms and pepperoni.

"So, Riku," Wakka wondered, "What's the first thing you're gonna do with your new freedom, ya?"

Sora began to chomp into his slice of pizza as the others did, while they sat down and waited for an answer. Riku frowned, looking up at the ceiling and contemplating as the adults went for their share—before it all disappeared.

"The first thing I'll do...?" He hummed, biting into his slice and swallowing, then smirking blithely. "I think the first thing that I'm gonna do is bang Sora until he gets amnesia."

Sora blushed beet-red, and everybody groaned.

"Riku, don't talk like that!" Tifa scolded. "You've got parents in the room!" Sora's parents, actually, were the ones Tifa was worried about and referring to. The rest just shook their heads and sighed, but Lisa and John were hiding their faces, and probably murmuring numerous prayers.

"I was joking!" Riku insisted.

"Yeah, I'll bet you were," Roxas snorted. "Not."

The only reason Sora didn't say anything was because he knew he could be just as happy stuffing his big mouth with his pizza, to avoid making the situation any more awkward. But as the conversation flared up again, he couldn't resist adding himself into it.

"Mr. Slyver's boyfriend is supposed to be setting up a concert pretty soon," Tidus mentioned.

"You mean he has a relationship?"

"He has a boyfriend?"

"MAN you guys are dense!" Roxas groaned. "Nobody's seen Demyx?"

"Is this that blond guy with the mohawk that looks like a punk-rocker?"

"Glad you asked!" Roxas cried, raising his hand. "Because Demyx's band is a punk-rock band!"

"What are they called again?" Sora asked.

"Nobody's Order," Roxas articulated. "I think Mr. Slyver said they'd be handing out tickets."

"Maybe we should all go," Tidus suggested. "It'd be a good date for you and Sora, too, Riku."

"Naaah," Riku sighed, leaning back and wrapping an arm around Sora's shoulders. "I think for now, I'm happy just bein' with 'im. Besides, I've got a lot to chew on. I'm going to be dragged off to a doctor and some crack therapist later."

Tifa sighed and shook her head in the kitchen, but said nothing to argue, just smiling and eating her pizza.

"Maybe after Riku's doing better," Sora said, "we'll go and see Demyx in concert." He smiled, and hugged Riku's arm. "Right, Riku? We'll go together."

Riku sighed, swallowing another bite of pizza. But he did give Sora a slight grin. "It's a date," he replied.