"So, what all is on this list you were talking about last night?" Sora asked, plopping down on the futon next to Riku. Already today he'd washed and put away the dishes, and the older boy's desk was completely reorganized. The floor was clear but could use a good vacuuming, and the bed needed to be remade since they'd slept in it last night.

Oh, god…I slept with Riku last night… Immediately, he remembered how warm he'd been, held against his friend's chest and snuggled comfortably under the blankets. That was really nice…

An arm being wrapped around his bare shoulders drew Sora's attention back to the present and he looked to where Riku was sitting beside him, flushing slightly to be so close to the older boy.

"First, you have to remake the bed. Then vacuum and sweep. My movies and games need to be alphabetized, and at some point we're going to shower and do laundry."

Sora was sure he hadn't heard that right. "We?" The silver-haired athlete smirked and Sora felt his entire body heat with a blush as he looked away from those teal eyes.

"We. You don't think I'm going to leave you on your own, do you?"

"No…"

"No, what?"

Forehead creasing in disbelief, Sora stared at Riku just to make sure the older boy was serious. "No…Master Riku."

A hand ruffled his hair. "Good boy. Now, go and make the bed."

With a sigh, Sora nodded and obediently got up. "Yes, Master Riku." Before he had a chance to step away from the futon, he felt the shape of a hand striking his shorts-clad bottom and whined in the back of his throat, instantly dropping to sit on the floor with his knees to his chest and his arms wrapped around them, hiding his face as he turned a deep red.

Riku laughed. "That was precious. I'll have to do that to you more often."

Another whine escaped Sora but he didn't argue. Until midnight, Riku could do whatever he wanted. Besides, at least this time they were alone and not with friends like before. Sora's reaction had been out of surprise more than anything else, but he was definitely going to be on his guard for the rest of the day, and he had a ways to go. It wasn't even noon yet.

"All right, up you get. Go make the bed."

Still blushing, Sora slowly uncurled himself and stood again, though he was careful to keep his backside out of reach of the older boy as he moved to the ladder and climbed into the loft to remake the bed. It only took him a few moments since the blankets only needed to be straightened and the pillows reset, but he took his time. Anything to keep him away from Riku for a little longer.

Wow, look at me. I'm actually scared of what he might do. Come on, Sora. This is Riku we're talking about. He's your best friend. Remember how he comforted you after the pool incident. He won't do anything to upset you, and if he does on accident, he'll apologize. Quit being a wuss and show him what you're made of. Two can play this game, you know.

Well, if that was the way Riku wanted to play, then Sora would just have to play along.

As quietly as he could, the brunet climbed down from the loft and moved to stand just behind Riku's chair—the older boy was once again playing videogames. Leaning down, Sora slid his hands over the other student's shoulders and down his chest as he nuzzled into Riku's neck; he smirked when he felt Riku shiver.

"Master Riku," he purred, going so far as to place a kiss just behind his victim's ear.

Riku swallowed thickly, his game forgotten as he focused on the hands rubbing small circles on his chest. "Y-yes?"

"The bed's made…what would you like me to do next…?"

"Uh…" Mind racing, Riku tried to come up with an answer that didn't involve messing the bed up all over again or pinning the younger boy to the nearest flat surface. "Vacuum…?"

"Are you sure?" Sora's hands moved down and began lightly tracing the abs he could feel through the older teen's shirt. "I am your slave, after all…you can make me do…anything…"

Riku bit his tongue hard and discreetly dug his nails into his palm to keep himself from reacting. The brunet was toying with him and unless he wanted to become the victim of his own game he needed to regain control, and fast. "Yes, I'm sure. Now, go."

Undeterred, Sora made sure to nuzzle the older boy's cheek before pulling away. "Yes, Master Riku." Smirking to himself, he left Riku in his chair and went to fetch the portable vacuum out of the closet and plugged it in; he flicked it on and hummed as it came to life, pushing it over the carpet to suck up any dirt. He knew he'd gotten to the other athlete. His touch had made the silver-haired boy tremble and Sora couldn't help the gleeful triumph he felt at that small victory.

See, Riku? You're not the only one who knows how to be seductive.

Oh, god. He was going to pay for that chest-rubbing he'd done, and the kiss. And the suggestive tone. Maybe participating in Riku's game wasn't such a good idea. Maybe it was a really, really bad idea.

"Come on, Sora, time for your bath."

Definitely a very, very bad idea.

"Yes, Master Riku." Meek, Sora followed the older sophomore down the hall towards the bathrooms, a towel around his waist. Unfortunately for him, Riku had decided that since he wasn't going to wear the shorts and suspenders to the shower, he had to wear the collar. So there he was, following his "master" down the hall wearing a towel and a collar and dreading what might happen once they reached the bathroom and Riku locked the shower door. He could see it now, the water pouring down on them, steam filling the air and sticking to their skin, the shower wall cold against his back as the older boy pressed him against it, purring in his ear to be a good boy and stay quiet, or they'd both get in trouble, and then of course Riku would have to punish him for misbehaving, so he'd have to bite his lip to keep from making a sound as Riku—

Whoa! Get a hold of yourself, Sora! None of that's going to happen! He shook himself until the images faded and concentrated on not looking scared.

The borrowed flipflops her wore were loud against the tile floor when they walked into the bathroom, and Sora tried to hang back as much as possible without seeming nervous as Riku chose the shower stall in the corner. Without thinking, he moved to step into the one next to it, only to have the older boy reach out and grab onto his collar, stopping him.

"Where are you going?"

It was hard to swallow the lump in his throat. "U-um…in…here?"

Riku tsked his tongue then smirked. "I don't think so." Using his grip on the collar, he pulled Sora over and led him into the corner stall, and Sora almost whimpered, images of his mini-fantasy flashing through his mind.

"R-Riku!"

"Master Riku," the older boy corrected him patiently, reaching into the shower and turning the knob so the water came on. Sora watched apprehensively as the silver-haired athlete took his bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap from his shower caddy and placed them on one of the little built-in shelves on the shower wall. Turning, Riku nudged the shower caddy into the corner of the little changing space he currently shared with the brunet, then tested the water to see if it was warm enough.

"Is this too hot for you?" he asked, gesturing for Sora to reach in and feel the water, which he did without meeting the teal-eyed gaze.

"It's fine."

"Then let's go." Without even a moment's hesitation, Riku took the towel from around his waist and hung it on one of the little silver hooks on the wall before stepping into the shower.

Sora's face couldn't have gotten any redder than it was at that moment. After all the times they'd worked out and showered in the locker room afterwards, both for P.E. and on their own, he'd never seen Riku completely naked before, and he was almost afraid to look. Hell, the last time he'd shared a shower with someone, he'd been five, and he'd shared with Roxas. This being the case, he carefully kept his gaze up so he wouldn't see anything he hadn't seen before as he nervously hung up his own towel and followed his "master," shutting the curtain behind himself.

There was barely enough room for both boys to stand under the spray of the water without touching, and it was obvious to them both that Riku was perfectly calm while Sora felt like he might pass out. It was possible to pass out from sheer nervousness, right? Didn't that happen? Part of him wanted it to, just so he wouldn't have to shower with this boy who made him blush and captured his attention without even trying. On the other hand, he didn't want to be unconscious and have Riku dry him off and carry him back to the dorm. That would be too embarrassing to deal with after he woke up, so he began to hope that he wouldn't faint or anything like that. Staying conscious was definitely preferable, considering the circumstances.

Smiling slightly, Riku picked up his bottle of shampoo and popped the lid open. "Turn around."

Sora froze as a scared-yet-strangely-excited shiver raced along his spine; a whole new mini-fantasy invaded his thoughts. "W-what? Why?"

"So I can pin you to the wall and have my way with your body, of course."

All of the blood drained from Sora's face, and Riku couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"So I can wash your hair, you dope," he said, his tone making it obvious that he couldn't believe Sora had really thought he would do such a thing to him. "Now turn around."

Embarrassed, Sora did as he was told and turned, quickly ducking his head under the spray so his hair was completely soaked, then held still so the older boy could wash his hair without the water immediately rinsing it out. The moment he felt Riku's fingers on his scalp, he bit his lip to hold in a soft moan. He couldn't even remember the last time someone else had washed his hair for him, but damn, it felt good. Riku's fingers were pressing hard enough against his scalp to ensure his hair would be thoroughly cleaned by the shampoo being lathered into it, but not hard enough to hurt, and Sora felt himself sigh as his shoulders relaxed and slumped a little. He heard Riku chuckle.

"I take it you're enjoying yourself?"

"Mmhm," the brunet hummed, smiling as those fingers worked from the top of his forehead to the back of his neck, rubbing the whole way. "Feels good."

"Good."

Several minutes of this passed and Sora thought he might fall asleep, but then the fingers were gone and he whined quietly in disappointment—Riku laughed.

"Don't worry, Brat. The shower's not over yet."

The next thing he felt was soap-covered hands on the back of his neck, slipping under the collar, rubbing out across his shoulders then down his back in small figure eight movements. The touch made his skin tingle and his back arch, and before he could stop himself he sighed the older boy's name in a way that could only be described as wanting. It made his cheeks heat in a blush and he could practically feel the smirk that was almost definitely curving the older boy's lips at the sound, but he made no move to make excuses for himself. What could he say or do, anyway?

Slowly, the hands moved up his spine and over his shoulders once more to slide down his arms, the soap making Riku's calloused palms slide over Sora's flesh with almost no friction. Once his arms were sufficiently clean, Riku moved on and rubbed at his sides instead, being careful not to tickle the younger boy.

"Face me."

Too relaxed to consider what this latest command might entail, Sora obediently turned and smiled up at Riku as those soapy hands began to rub over his collarbone then his chest; he shivered when Riku's palms passed over his nipples and he bit his lip, hoping the older boy hadn't noticed. Whether he had or not, Riku made no comment and silently worked his hands lower and lower, until Sora's hands wrapped around his wrists, stopping him before he could go below the brunet's waist.

"W-wait," he said quietly, causing Riku to lift his gaze. The blue eyes were troubled, and Riku knew right away that he couldn't do anything more to the younger boy without upsetting him, so he chuckled and pulled his hands away.

"The rest of you is your responsibility," he informed his friend, then stepped under the spray of the shower to wet his hair.

Sora heaved a sigh of relief and picked up the bar of soap, hurriedly washing his legs and most private of body parts while Riku was busy washing his hair and own body. He finished before the older boy and rinsed himself off before stepping out of the shower, careful not to slip as he did so. The last thing he needed now was to slip and have Riku catch him exactly the way he had the first time they'd met. Riku finished his shower and shut the water off only moments later.

"Hand me my towel, would you?"

Holding his own towel in front of his body to shield himself from view, Sora took the other towel from the wall and passed it to his friend then finished drying off. "Do I have to put those shorts back on when we get back to your room?"

"Naw, we'll throw them in the wash with the rest of my clothes." Riku grinned. "But I have something else for you to wear, and you have to keep the collar on until midnight."

Relieved and suspicious at the same time, Sora simply nodded as he wrapped the towel securely around his waist and waited for his "master" to finish so they could return to the dorm room.

"What do I have to wear, now?" the brunet asked once the door was securely locked and Riku had stepped into the closet to dress.

"You'll see."

With an impatient huff, Sora went to where his bag still sat, unopened in the corner, and pulled out a clean pair of boxers, which he slipped on under his towel, then donned a T-shirt and dropped onto the futon to wait. His curiosity led him to imagine all sorts of things this new outfit could be. Another pair of shorts? Some sort of slutty butler uniform? Whatever it was, it was something he would still be able to wear the collar with.

When Riku stepped out of the closet, he had his hands behind his back, and the smirk on his face made Sora's stomach do an anxious flip. "You ready to see what else I bought for you?" he purred, and Sora gulped.

"U-um…yes?"

With a flourish, the older boy revealed what he'd been hiding, and Sora's jaw dropped so far he was surprised it didn't land in his lap.

"You pervert!" he shouted, making Riku laugh. "Where the hell did you even get that?!"

"The internet is a wonderful thing, Sora," the older boy replied calmly, tossing the outfit at the brunet. "Get dressed. We've got laundry to do."

"You're insane if you think I'm putting that on!"

One silver eyebrow went up and Riku slowly approached the futon; Sora gulped and slid down, blue eyes widening.

"We already went over this, Sora," he cooed, though there was a threat behind the words. "Get dressed, or I'll dress you myself."

Sora put on the bravest face he could muster. "No."

Just like that, Riku had him pinned to the futon and was removing his t-shirt just like he'd done when Sora refused to wear the blue shorts and suspenders. Now, however, his task was made easier by the fact that the younger boy was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, so it took him less than five minutes to strip and redress the brunet. Panting but triumphant, he stood and surveyed his work, admiring the way this new outfit looked. Sora was also out of breath and now sulking.

"You really are a pervert," he accused, glaring up at the silver-haired boy.

"Only when I can get away with it." Riku straightened his own clothes then tossed the discarded boxers and shirt back into the corner. "I don't know what you're complaining about—you seemed to like it when we were in the shower."

Instantly, Sora blushed and looked away, muttering, "Asshole," under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

"Nothing, Master," the older boy corrected him once more, his usual smirk making its appearance as Sora climbed to his feet and looked down at himself. This outfit was, unsurprisingly, worse than the last one. He still wore the blue collar, but now a frilly black skirt sat low on his hips, barely concealing a pair of black shorts that were even shorter than the blue ones. His chest was covered by something he didn't know the name of, but it reminded him of a tube top, though it had lace that matched the skirt on the edges and tied in the back like the corsets he'd seen women wear in pictures of the Victorian era. His shoulders and stomach were bare.

"I look like an even bigger slut than before!"

"But still a very, very sexy little slut. Now, get the hamper out of the closet so we can do the laundry."

Sora sighed in defeat and did as he was told. "Yes, Master Riku."

This was it, the last trip to the laundry room and back, and then he wouldn't have to leave Riku's dorm in that ridiculous outfit for the rest of the day. So far, they'd managed to make it to the end of the hall where the small laundry room was and back a few times without running into any other students, and Sora was extremely grateful that no one had spotted him in what Riku had decided to call his "Naughty Boy" get up. The name alone was embarrassing enough—if anyone actually managed to see and/or recognize him, he might throw himself out of a window and hope the impact was enough to kill him when he hit the sidewalk a few stories below.

Riku stood and watched him, smirking as the younger boy bent down to pull the clean clothes out of the dryer and put them in the hamper by his feet.

"Nice view," he commented, and Sora wanted to punch him, but he didn't. That would only get him in trouble, and so far he'd managed to avoid earning a "punishment." He only had about six hours to go before he would be free, so he settled for grinding his teeth together.

When midnight hits, I'm going to be the crap out of him.

To his embarrassment, Riku had his arm around his waist when they walked back to the older boy's dorm, and then, to make matters even worse, the elevator dinged to signal that someone was about to step out onto the floor. Panicking, Sora tried to force Riku to move faster, but it was almost like the silver-haired athlete was determined for someone to see him, and he kept his same pace.

"Sora?"

The brunet froze, blue eyes as wide as they would go, basketful of clean laundry in his arms. Oh, no…

"Hey, Kairi, Namine," Riku greeted, turning and smiling at the two girls as if he didn't have his arm around Sora's waist while the brunet was dressed the way he was. "What's up?"

Panic hit Sora like a bus and he broke free of Riku's hold, bolting towards the older boy's dorm room. He dropped the laundry basket in order to open the door and kicked it in ahead of himself then slammed the door shut, locking it to prevent anyone from following him. As fast as he could, he tore off that stupid black costume and yanked on his own clothes, finding a great deal of comfort in the feel of boxers and jeans and a t-shirt, and he added a jacket over that just for extra coverage. Never before in his life had he been so happy just to have clothes, and no matter what Riku said or did when he came in, Sora was not putting that damned skirt back on; he kicked the outfit under the futon with an expression that clearly said "good riddance."

A knock at the door caught his attention and he hurried to look through the peephole; it was Riku, and it looked like he was alone. Relieved that Kairi and Namine weren't going to try to come in and interrogate him about what they'd seen, Sora unlocked the door and opened it. His eyes met Riku's, and at the same time, both boys burst out laughing. It took several minutes for Riku to regain enough control over himself to sling his arm around the brunet's neck and pull him close, ruffling his hair.

"You should have seen your face," he chuckled, then imitated it, widening his eyes and letting his mouth hang open slightly in an expression of absolute horror.

Sora laughed and pushed him playfully. "It's your fault for making me wear that stupid outfit! What did Kairi say about it?"

"She was very offended on your behalf, and accused me of dressing you up as a male prostitute," the older student said, doing his best to act serious.

Sora grinned. "Did you tell her I was actually dressed as a sexy little slut?"

"No, but if I had, she definitely would have slapped me." Teal eyes dropped and Riku noticed for the first time that Sora was no longer wearing the outfit in question. "Did I tell you that you could change, Brat?"

Rolling his eyes, Sora pulled away from his friend. "No, and if you think I'm going to put that skirt back on, you're nuts. And don't even think about trying to strip me like before, because I will break your nose."

Riku considered the younger boy for a moment then nodded. "I believe you, and I'll let you be as long as you keep the collar on. But you're still my slave until midnight, so don't think you can start misbehaving now. After all, I've still got a few punishments I wouldn't mind trying out."

"Ah, no, I'm fine," the brunet replied with poorly concealed panic, making Riku laugh.

Sora couldn't help but smile and pulled Riku's arm over his shoulders. "So, what's next?"

"Putting the clean clothes away, then organizing my movies and games. When midnight hits, we can do whatever you want."

"I'll probably just go back to my room," Sora replied, glancing towards his bag. "I've got homework to do before classes tomorrow."

"You mean classes on Tuesday, right?" Riku asked, steering the brunet towards the futon and pulling him down to sit side-by-side. "We don't have classes tomorrow cause it's supposed to be fall break or whatever."

"Oh! Fall break!" He'd completely forgotten since he'd been so focused on just surviving these twenty-four hours. "Well, then we should stay up all night and watch movies!"

With a fond chuckle, Riku tapped the younger boy's head. "You sure there's a brain in there?" he teased, only to be wacked with one of the small pillows that sat on the futon. He didn't have time to retaliate before Sora was up and across the room, working to put the clothes away so Riku wouldn't have an opportunity to get him back.

Still smiling, Riku watched the brunet work. Even without the skimpy outfits, he found himself admiring the younger boy and reminded himself that he'd planned on confessing during these twenty-four hours. But he didn't want to. What could he do, ask the kid out on a date? Confess that he'd liked him since that fatal soccer match? Grab him and kiss him and leave no question about how he felt? None of those things seemed right, and however he did this, he wanted it to be right. Maybe now just wasn't the right time. Besides, it'd been a long day for both of them, and it wasn't even over yet. No, he wouldn't do it today, maybe even not this week. It wouldn't be long, though. He was sure of it. Soon, he'd tell Sora the truth about how he felt, and then there would be no turning back.