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"Come on, Sora. Don't cry."

The brunet indeed had tears in his eyes, though it was mostly out of frustration than sadness. "What else can I do? I hate that we have to see each other in secret. But of course, now every time dad sees us together he'll always remember what we are and what we did and it's such a precaution and I hate being precautious because I thought he'd be cool about this because why wouldn't he be cool about this?" his tone changed from exasperated to animated to accusatory as he paced around his room. "He's always cool with whatever craziness Roxas wants to be a part of. Why is he so accepting of the kinds of scrapes he gets into? Doesn't he trust me? Doesn't he think I'm capable of taking care of myself just as easily as Roxas?" Sora wore a sour expression as he spewed the not-so rhetorical questions into the room. "But why would he? I'm only the older one."

"By 13 minutes…"

"So now you're on his side!"

"Sora, I'm always on your side, but you've got to calm down!" He urged the brunet seriously.

"Why should I calm down? Do you like hiding things from people? Do you feel good after lying to your family about who you've been seeing after the sun goes down? Because I don't. But I have to now because of what we did!" He flopped down on his bed, looking at an upside-down Riku. "I couldn't even argue with him when he mentioned Friday night," he said, sounding miserable. "I just sat there listening to Leon basically call me a cheap whore, because I'd already spent the night with you and I'd already had sex with you and everything he knew that happened, happened."

Up until now, Leon didn't strike the boys as old fashioned, but Sora just guessed that some things just didn't change over a couple years from when they were teenagers as well. What looked bad to Leon then, probably still looked bad nowadays, regardless of when it would appear that way to Sora. "And it was all …true," he finished slowly. "I didn't plan for it to happen. I wasn't supposed to do that with you the other night."

Riku was taken aback. "Woah, are you telling me… you regret what happened?"

"Yes." Sora said it so simply and automatically, that Riku flinched while straightening up, the stupid rapidly growing inside of him. He looked at his 'boyfriend,' eyebrows furrowed and mouth ajar.

"…Okay."

"I'm not…" Sora tried to select the best words possible as he rolled over, to come to sit in an upright position. "…sorry it happened with you; I'm just sorry it happened at all."

That didn't make it worse. "What the difference?" Riku asked with his arms outstretched. His aquamarine eyes were set in a glare, each word coming from Sora becoming more and more offensive and insulting to his man-seized ego. It might have been too much, but it was exactly how hurt Riku felt. "So it could have been with any other person, and sleeping with them would have been all fine and dandy, as long as the timing was right?"

"That's not what I meant!"

"It's what you said!"

"Not it's not!"

"Well Sora that made no sense at all!" he complained, a little out of breath. "I thought that night made you happy, but hey, maybe you were just too caught up in the moment to allow more than one brain cell to function at the same time."

"Yeah well…" Sora squinted, trying to find the words. "It was your idea anyway!"

"Excuse me?"

"That whole day, you were trying to get into my pants; looking for moments to get me alone; blowing up at your brothers for getting in the way. You couldn't WAIT to lead me up the stairs and into your bed, could you?" He got up as if to strengthen is accusations. "From the moment I stepped into your house, I felt like a monkey at the zoo being watched for every little thing I did."

"It's not my fault you lookedlike… THAT!"

"Looked like what?" He asked with mock-seriousness. "I- walked-in-and-took-off-my-shoes," he said condescendingly, with over emphasized beats in his voice. "How perverted could your brain have been to turn it into a goddamn striptease?" Riku rolled his eyes and shook his head at the absurdity when a knock on the door was heard. "WHAT?" Sora yelled, still in snap-mode.

"It's Roxas. Can you open the door?"

Sora moved away from his bed and towards the door, but just as he reached for the doorknob, he looked back to Riku at the window. "I'm sorry, is this turning you on?"

"JUST OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR."

Sora smirked with victory and did just that. Roxas stood amazed and closed the door behind him; quietly, though it was kind of redundant. "Jesus, you're lucky dad's still cleaning downstairs."

"I can't believe he said all that shit about me like I'm some mindless idiot who-."

"YES, Sora! I know," he cut in. "You got clobbered at dinner. I was there too," he reminded him. "But announcing that Riku's here, at this time of the night, isn't going to things better. So," he paused to look at both of them. "I suggest you guys continue this tomorrow. At school. Where you're both expected to see each other at some point during the day."

Both teens had their arms crossed. "C'mon guys. Save the love for tomorrow. Just chillax for now. Sleep on it. I know you guys'll come up with something more clever to throw back at each other theeennn ~ Great!" he exclaimed quickly. "I'm glad we all agree. Say 'goodnight' Riku!"

"Good night," he said lowly. "And don't snore too loudly. I've had enough of that from point blank range, thank you." Roxas snorted into his hand, knowing full well what the silveret was speaking of.

"Yeah, well…" Sora began, miffed. "You suck in bed!"

"Oh, I beg to differ," Riku said very smugly. "So would all three of my brothers and Kairi; all of whom coincidently stopped by the house to witness your 'Grand Finale'." Sora turned white and lunged to the window, but Riku narrowly escaped to the adjacent tree branch.

"I'm gonna wring his neck!" he roared from behind Roxas' guarding arms.

Hours later, the brunet lay in bed, staring fretfully at his ceiling. From beyond the wall, he could clearly hear Roxas talking on the phone over some band he didn't recognize. It was different than his usual style; some drunk guy spazzing out lyrics about 'Evening Wear.' He sighed and reached over to his bedside table, knowing he wouldn't get any sleep unless…

The tone cut off, signalling someone had picked up on the other end of the line, though no words were heard. Sora sighed again. "Riku?"

"Yes, Sora?"

The brunet pouted to himself, feeling dumb. "Are you still mad at me?"

Even though it had put such an immeasurable strain on his heart, Riku replied, "I'm not mad at you, Sor'." That relieved Sora, though it was hard to smile at the tired voice Riku had said it in. "Are you still mad at me?"

"No." But a long pause followed at the unsure tone Sora used. "I'm sorry," he said honestly. "That night really did make me happy. You have no idea. I'm sorry I said all those things; they weren't true." Through his rage, all he needed to do was justify that he wasn't in the wrong, when in reality it was completely his choice as he was responsible. So placing the blame and stating that it was the other boy who had 'started it' was more than out of line and completely unfair.

Next door, Riku grinned at Sora's apology, his head buried under his pillow. He suddenly wished it was his boyfriend as he held it lengthwise and wrapped his arms around the sides. "Good to know."

They talked more, both seeming relieved that they didn't have to go to bed with unresolved issues between them. Both were equally thankful for that.

Mind at ease, Sora lay more comfortably in his bed, though his thoughts unexpectedly reviewed yesterday morning, laying in Riku's bed and relaxing much better with the silveret there to comfort him. Out of the silence they'd fallen into, he groaned. "Where are you when I need to kiss you?"

Riku laughed. "Turn around."

"That's creepy." Sora said looking at Riku's silhouette just beyond the glass.

They hung up when Sora reached the window to open it. "Not creepy, just always two steps ahead of you." Apparently, Riku had him on mute, while he climbed up the tree, and apparently felt the same need Sora had.

"And that's creepy." They both smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Kissing after a fight was great. Sora let the comfort completely run throughout his body, Riku leading him away from stress of his life and back into the emotions they shared as a couple that could almost be called 'secret' from anyone. This moment was something they shared, and it was entirely gratifying. Sora couldn't not think that he was truly lucky. The boy suddenly pulled back. "Hey, weren't you in bed?" He immediately remembered that it was about 1:30 in the AM.

"Yeah," came the easy reply.

"You got out of bed to give me a goodnight kiss?"

"Well, maybe one day, I'll just need to turn around." Riku didn't even think before he said that. He just smiled at the effect it had on Sora, who matched his cheery and slightly embarrassed smile. "But until then…" he pecked him quickly on the lips, once more. "Goodnight."

Sora reached for Riku's hand before they completely parted. "'Night. Lover."


Roxas padded into his room and went straight for the iHome. He couldn't help it! Axel had gotten him hooked, and so grabbing his phone from where it was charging, he sprawled across his bed, with MSI's 'Bitches' in the background.

"Hey Rox?"

"Hey Ax. Sorry were you sleeping?"

"No, no. Well, yeah." Axel chuckled. "I'm supposed to be finishing some homework, but I guess I must have dozed off. Thanks for waking me. I'm serious."

"Hehe, sure." Roxas rolled his eyes. "I'll let you finish your work."

"I'm almost done, and you called me for something. I can talk for a bit. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing really, just…"

"Just missed me?"

"Psh-sure, Ax."

Their conversation was cut short in favour of Roxas being pro-school. When the hell did that happen? He found himself staring up at the popcorn ceiling, not feeling a bit sleepy, and feeling a large amount bored. He clutched onto his cell phone and dialled another number he'd memorized by heart.


"Mmm, baby you're so good at that," the boy groaned enjoyably, feeling himself sink into his mattress. Another ripple of that sweet relief and he rolled his neck, letting go of any restraint left in his pleasured body. "Ngh, yeah right there. Bit harder? Ohhh god."

Seifer squinted. "Why aren't you this talkative when I'm fucking you?"

"Different kind of pain and pleasure." Hayner didn't even bother with making full sentences or trying to explain, he was enjoying this massage so much.

An old lady's grocery bag had spilled open on the sidewalk and to avoid rolling over a can or crashing into her, Hayner's instinct was to swerve on to the road, but the pavement hadn't been levelled so he tipped off the side and landed right on the edge of the curb. The bruising between his shoulder blades had gone down over the past couple of hours, but it still gave Hayner grief when trying to sleep on his side or on his back.

"Who knew Seifer's hands could be so gentle?" Hayner thought behind lidded eyes. The hands on him were just so big and warm but tender and perfect. He pictured this turning into sexy foreplay, turning off his stomach and letting the taller blond touch him more like this, but it was just so good, never having been touched like this ever, that Hayner couldn't find the strength to stop this kind of ecstasy.

Damn if I thought that you would change
And my life would stay the same
When you don't even care about me
You know, you don't give a damn

Hayner groaned. Nooo.

"Who is that?" Boomkat.

The wreckoning
The wreckoning
The wreckoning
Ya don't give a damn

"Dammit, Roxas." Hayner made the massive effort to reach for his phone, ringing and vibrating against the carpet. Sixty percent of the pain, he noticed, had gone away. He'd thank Seifer later. The phone clicked open. "Whaaat?"

"Geez! What's up with you?"

"Nothing." But the look Seifer was giving him was a bit disconcerting. "What's up?"

"Not much. Just wanted to check in. We haven't really talked in a bit."

Without breaking looking away, Seifer crawled closer to his boyfriend, more or less ignoring him, and made to grab for his bare hips. Hayner yelped at the sudden action, causing Roxas on the other end of the phone to huff.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Hayner hastily said, casting Seifer a reproachful look. Seifer just shrugged and shifted slightly. Hayner turned his attention back to Roxas. "A-Anyway, I know. We haven't been talking. We should maybe, you know, hang out or - "

Once again, Hayner was interrupted by a sudden pressure on his bruise and he made a small squeak of pain, wincing. He made a move to look back but Seifer was already working his magic with his hands and the brunet could already feel his eyelids fluttering shut. "Will you .. stop that?" his voice came out (awkwardly) more relaxed than he expected. "I'm on the phone!"

"Since when do I listen to chickenwusses, Chickenwuss?" Seifer sent him a cocky smirk. Hayner rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, Roxas..."

"...If you're too busy, we can talk some other time."

"No, that's not it. I'm just-" Seifer licked the soft curve of one shoulder blade, while tracing the other with his fingers. Hayner couldn't stop the very breathy shudder. He was mildly aware that he had just breathed into the phone, so he closed his lips. Sadly, it didn't help the moan creeping up his throat when he felt Seifer's form close in around him. The only contact remained on his back, but it was the very heat coming off his boyfriend that made him lose his train of thought. "Seifer," he whispered.

Seifer did the same, against the shell of his ear. "Hang up," was all the blond said before he leaned in to kiss, lips matching the softness of his hands, slowly continuing to massage the damage. Hayner dropped the phone onto his bed, in favour of participating. He stroked the side of Seifer's strong jaw, wrapped an arm around his neck, and pushed his bare body onto his.

It didn't take long for things them to get back to their regular energy, but when they did, due to Hayner's "injury," it looked like he'd be on top this time.

Seifer raised an eyebrow at Hayner's playful grin. "Riding; not topping."

"Whatever."


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Fr: Roxas

You have school tomorrow.

11:48PM 03/07/10

End of Sunday


Humour, drama, fluff. Do I still suck at writing fluff or have I gotten a little better? Eh. Here's the next chapter as so eloquently requested by Kaoru-chibimaster ;J

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