Thanks to the people who reviewed! Now it's on to the second chapter. Will Riku ever get his car? Will Leon ever manage to escape? And most importantly, what serious injury will befall Sora this time?
WARNING: Includes yaoi and some het, bad language, and dangerously corny jokes. If any of this offends you, turn back now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its affiliates.
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Riku glanced in his handheld mirror one last time before applying a thin layer of strawberry flavored lip-gloss. He then threw them both backwards, hearing a pleasant yelping sound interrupt the calm atmosphere. It was a cool summer afternoon, and Riku was dressed to kill. His hair hung down to his waist, gleaming in the moonlight like pale silk. After various doses of shampoo, conditioner, moisturizer, detangler, and carrot juice (for split ends) it was perfect. Black eyeliner highlighted his long eyelashes and brought out the amazing green shade of his eyes while the lip-gloss gave his lips a lush, full look.
His clothing was scandalous at best. His jeans were skintight, held together by laced up strips of black leather that tied at his hips. They were boot cut, allowing a glimpse at his well-defined hips and taut, creamy stomach. His black, skintight shirt cut off right above his belly button, contrasting with his pale skin. It was sleeveless, exposing his muscular arms. His silver belly button ring gleamed in the afternoon sun, a wicked tease. The leather boots barely came up past his ankles, held together by a series of complicated latches and buckles. Around his neck he wore was a dog collar with a dog tag reading "Riku." Fingerless, black gloves finished the look.
Riku grinned. Leon didn't know it yet, but he had a date that afternoon. With Sora trailing them from various bushes and his killer outfit, nothing could go wrong.
Knocking on the door, Riku waited impatiently for Leon to answer. After what seemed like an eternity, Leon finally answered the door, clothed in his usual leather. A look of shock and disbelief crossed his face.
"Hello Squall," and then for the second time in two days, Riku found himself examining a spot of chipped paint on Leon's front door. Knocking politely, Riku waited, pretending to examine his nails. After he received no answer, he stepped away from the door, grinning.
There was more than one way to get into a house.
Most of the houses on Destiny Islands were old fashioned and didn't have any security systems. Also, the latches on the window were old and easy to pry open. Riku had the feeling that Leon was one of those people who kept their windows locked, so creeping along as silently as a mouse, he settled underneath one of Leon's windows, removing his license from his pocket. Pressing it between the latch and frame, Riku swiped the card like normal, sane people did at cash registers. With a small click, it opened. Riku grinned. This was FAR too easy.
Sliding the window up, Riku climbed through the window, humming quietly to himself. Victory was so sweet.
BAM!
After the stars cleared from his eyes, Riku realized two things. One, Leon's carpeted floor was an attractive cream color, and two, said man had him pinned against said floor. Of course, being Riku, he could always turn this situation in his favor.
Leon had his arms pinned above his head, and Riku could feel Leon's heat against his exposed back. The smell of his mysterious cologne was also present, much stronger at their closer proximity.
Spreading his legs slightly, Riku arched his back, a victorious smile gracing his features as he pressed his ass backwards into Leon's hips.
"Why Squall, you're so forward. It's only our first date and you're doing this already!"
Riku could feel Leon's muscles tensing, and the older man tightened his grip on Riku's wrists to an almost painful degree. Still, Riku barely withheld a sigh at the feeling of Leon against his back. The heat was amazing, and his intoxicating smell was making Riku dizzy.
Riku had always been the more dominate one in the relationships he had, but being pinned like this and at Leon's mercy made him feel extremely… aroused. He wanted the older man to touch him in a way no one had ever done before. He wanted Leon to fuck him hard into next week while he lay chained to the bed, begging for more.
He wanted to be dominated completely, over and over again, until his voice was hoarse from screaming the other man's name in frenzied passion.
Suddenly, he didn't want Sora there incase the man tried something. He wanted Leon to try something. Fuck abstinence and chastity.
In his mind, Riku changes his plans. He had to take Leon somewhere where Sora wouldn't be able to follow them.
"Fuck kid. Can't you take no for an answer?"
"No," Riku ground out, the pressure on his arms almost to the point of bruising. It hurt, in a good way. A way that was making Riku wish he were wearing looser jeans.
Suddenly Leon released him, and Riku couldn't decide if he was happy that his arm was intact or sad the Leon had moved away. Rolling onto his back, Riku propped himself up on his elbows, glancing up at the now standing Leon.
God, he wanted the man. He was eighteen, going through a hormonal high, and this man just happened to be just what he was craving.
"Why are you here?" The older man asked, looking down at the sexy morsel of 'Just past jail-bait' lying on the floor in front of him. He had to admit, the kid had a knack for looking almost irresistible. Leon's eyes trailed over Riku's exposed hips. During their scuffle, the pants had fallen even lower on the boy, revealing the beginnings of a trail of thin, curly silver hair.
Leon had to admit that ever since yesterday, he hadn't been able to get the arousing silver haired teen off his mind. Images of the boy under him, his legs parted and pleading for Leon to screw him in that usually arrogant voice of his assaulted his fantasies. Seeing the boy's eyes closed, his mouth open in a silent plea, sweat dripping off of him.
"You owe me a first date. It's rude to leave as suddenly as you did yesterday." Riku replied, noticing the way Leon was looking at him and parting his legs slightly, a silent invitation.
Leon weighed the pros and cons of the arrangement. Pro: the boy currently on his floor was a walking wet dream. Con: he was only eighteen. Pro: he was amusing and obviously very spirited. Con: he was annoying. Pro: he was practically throwing himself at Leon. Con: it was bordering on obsession.
"And where are you planning on going?" Leon asked, feigning indifference. The boy was interesting, and despite Leon's original thoughts of him being a ditz, his bright green eyes sparkled with intelligence.
"There's this museum on another one of the islands I want to see." Leon raised an eyebrow. The kid looked like he was supposed to be going clubbing, not visiting an art museum. Still, Leon loved art, which was the main reason he had moved to the islands in the first place. The island was full of art: the paintings, the pottery, the people…
"I guess." Leon turned and walked to the door, sliding his feet into his custom-made boots. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him.
"How are we supposed to get there?" He asked, glaring at the younger teen suspiciously.
"Why, your car of course."
Leon sighed, grabbing his keys. The brat followed him outside, correcting his mussed silver hair. Just as Leon attempted to unlock the door, he realized the keys were no longer in his hands. His eyes narrowed, though he was secretly impressed that the kid had been able to pick pocket him. The last person who had tried to steal anything from him ended up with a broken arm. Turning, he glared at Riku as the teen shoved him out of the way and hopped into his car.
"What kind of car is this anyways?" Riku asked, looking up at the perturbed adult.
"I honestly don't know. An acquaintance of mine owns a scrap metal shop, and someone sold it to her. She remodeled it and gave it to me as a gift."
Riku's eyes widened, and Leon smirked.
"That's one hell of a gift from an acquaintance." Riku then proceeded to poke around his car, suddenly gasping.
"This is a fucking stick shift! That's so wrong."
Leon ran a hand through his hair. "What, don't you know how to drive stick shift?" Honestly, young people these days…
The only answer he got was a scowl, as Riku stepped out of the car. Leon climbed into the driver's seat, smirking as Riku got in besides him in the passenger's seat.
"Isn't there an age requirement for sitting in the front seat?" Leon asked.
Riku glared at him, raising his hand into an extremely rude gesture.
"Don't make me wash your mouth out with soap," Leon chided, wondering where his sudden sarcastic spree had come from. Usually, he ignored others, only giving them a brief 'whatever.' Shaking his head, he filed the thought away to be dealt with later.
As Leon started the car, Riku shivered at the feeling of such a powerful machine rumbling to life around him. He had always thought that there was something wonderfully arousing about cars and sitting less than a foot away from a man he desperately wanted, that had never struck more truth.
The power in the car was amazing, and Riku took deep breaths as he tried to calm the beginnings of his arousal. Shit, this was going to be a long day.
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Sora cursed as Leon and Riku pulled away from Leon's driveway. How was he supposed to follow them now? Settling back into his bush, Sora decided that if Riku wanted to get himself killed by a serial rapist in leather, so be it! With a huff, Sora attempted to get out of the shrubbery, only to hear a sudden hiss.
Oh no, it was Mr. Snufflefluffykins, the most evil cat on the planet. It belonged to his friend Selphie, but unfortunately, it shared none of the girl's sweet personality.
The thing looked mad. Its tail was ramrod straight, with its claws extended and its dangerous teeth gleaming in the bright afternoon sun. Its green eyes eyed him like Kairi eyed her finals.
It was beyond scary.
"Umm… Nice Mr.Snufflefluffykins." Sora scooted back, farther into his bush, hoping that the cat would loose interest in little old him when it lunged.
"RIKU! I'm going to kill you!"
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As Leon stopped the car, Riku let out a ragged breath. Everything about that car ride had been far too arousing. From the stirring of power around them as Leon kept the car under perfect control to watching him 'compress the clutch' with those large, callused hands.
The only thing that kept him from having a rather obvious problem was the sudden image of his old English teacher, a scary lady named Maleficent, running around in only her underwear.
That calmed him down more effectively than any cold shower ever would.
Riku quickly stepped out of the car on rather shaky legs, following his date through the empty parking lot and into the museum. He sighed in disappointment. How could a car as sexy as that be a stick shift! The world honestly wasn't fair!
Oh well, after he (somehow) got it from Leon, he'd just have to learn how to drive a shaft…
He meant shift. As in stick shift!
Hurriedly, Riku caught up to Leon, grabbing his hand.
"Squall, you weren't going to leave without me, were you?"
A noncommittal "Hn," was his only response. "Hn" could mean a lot of things. It could be "Hn," as in, 'I'm a stoic bastard who owns a stick shift!' It could be "Hn" as in, 'I just ate some special brownies and now I'm flying high as that purple birdie over there.' It could even be 'Hn' as in 'oh my God I just glued my mouth shut and this is all I can say!'
This time however, Riku was sure this was the 'why me?' Hn. He was even more sure when Leon jerked his hand from Riku's grasp.
Riku let it go. After all, even he knew when to pick his battles. Sometimes. Rarely. Never. Oh whatever!
Riku grabbed Leon's hand again.
Leon pulled his hand away. Riku tugged on his hand. Leon attempted to pull away.
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The museum loomed ahead of them. It was a home to culture, art, literature, and that man picking his nose over there.
Yes siree, the museum proudly introduces Howard the guard.
See, Howard was what is normally referred to as a "Rent-a-cop." The man was over sixty years old, about a head shorter than Sora, and about as heavy as Oogie Boogie was. Over the years, his less than exemplary vision had started to fail him. (Who needs glasses? Back in my day if you wanted glasses you had to walk three miles through the snow uphill both ways to get them!), so as Leon and Riku walked up to the museum, the guard saw what looked like a rather scantily clad, silver haired girl getting jerked around by her rude boyfriend.
Honestly, the youth of today were so corrupted, what with the leather, the sagging pants, and the pimps that ran around…
The old days when they lynched people for no reason other than the color of their skin was much better. Ah, he still remembered the splash zone seats around the Guillotine. Oh, the days when he could actually catch one of the heads and get it signed!
So, getting his trusty nightstick out, he prepared to do his duty as a gentleman and protect that obviously defenseless young lady from her vicious boyfriend. After all, chivalry was not dead!
Meanwhile…
"Riku, let go of my hand."
"No."
"Off."
"No."
And then…
"Who's the short dude heading towards us Leon?"
"How should I know? Maybe he's here to get you away from me."
"Don't worry young lady! I'm coming!"
The wrinkled old man rushed up to them, brandishing his nightstick as if it were the holy sword Excalibur itself. However, before could reach the "damsel in distress," he tripped over an untied shoelace. He crashed to the ground head first, pin-wheeling in vain to try to keep his balance. His nightstick flew through the air as if in slow motion, flying past Leon and Riku, who watched it with confused eyes.
Leon and Riku watched the nightstick, wondering where the heck it would land.
The nightstick twisted, arching before it started to fall…
Riku blinked.
Directly on top of Leon's car.
It seemed karma was just as vengeful as humans were, only a heck of a lot more powerful and with a great sense of irony.
Leon's eyes widened in slight panic, his only sign of emotion as the nightstick hit his car with a loud CRASH!
And in a day that will forever live on in infamy, Leon's windshield was reduced to no more than a few pieces of ragged glass.
Riku stood in shock, frozen for all eternity as the glass shattered before his eyes.
Because to Riku, it was not only the shattering of a windshield, but also the shattering of a dream. A dream of driving that car, the wind blowing in his hair as all the boys stared, instantly mesmerized by the silver haired beauty. And in that monumental, calamitous moment, it started to rain.
It rained right on Leon's expensive suede seats, now exposed to the elements by a murdered windshield and a clumsy guard.
And Riku and Leon stood there, blinking in the cold rain.
Their muddled and complicated thoughts could be summed up like this.
WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?
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Kairi snapped up at a loud, sudden noise.
"What the bloody freakin' YAWN uhmfff!" And promptly fell out of her twirly office chair. It spun around a few times before it stopped turning. Kairi stared at the ceiling with only a vague comprehension of what was going on. The fan was going round and round and round and round. It was the circle of life.
Kairi blinked. Maybe the stress from finals was affecting her more than she thought.
I'm
too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts!
And why was Riku calling her during finals week? He knew how stressed out she was. Of course, he didn't need to be in school…
Do not get angry. Do not hyperventilate.
Breath in, breath out. In, out. Listen to the calming, serene sounds of the jungle (aka Kairi's room.)
I'm
Too sexy for Milan-
Snarling, Kairi grabbed her pink flip phone. So much for her serene sounds. Ignoring the sparkly Paopu charm, Kairi pressed talk.
"What do you want Riku?"
"Uh huh?"
"What?"
"You've got to be kidding me! Snicker"
"I wasn't laughing! That was just the static. K, I'll be there in 15."
Ah, trust Riku's misfortune to put her in a good mood. Grabbing her keys, Kairi hummed as she made her way to the new art museum. Even though it was storming, in Kairi's world everything was sunshine and daisies.
And, true to her word, fifteen minutes later Kairi was shuffling two fully-grown, soaking wet men into her tiny, neon pink Volkswagen bug.
"And he thought you were a girl?" Kairi laughed, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Honestly, she was trying to be a sympathetic friend, but watching the tow truck haul away that car…
"Hahahahahahaha!"
"Kairi," Riku complained, looking slightly embarrassed.
"Sorry Riku." Kairi cleared her throat, doing her best to look completely serious.
Meanwhile, Leon sat uncomfortably in the small back seat, his now frizzy hair successfully hiding the small twitch in his right eye.
Leather shrunk when it got wet, and with pants so tight that Leon had to pour himself into them to begin with…
Let's just say that he was one unhappy camper.
"OK, Squall was it? I don't know where you live, so I'm afraid I'm just going to have to drop you off with Riku. The weather's getting bad, and I don't want to be caught outside during a major storm."
Leon nodded. Riku was his neighbor, so he figured he could walk a few houses down.
Then Kairi stopped in front of Riku's house, which happened to be about a mile away from where Leon lived.
"Have fun!" She called with a wink and a wave, speeding away.
His twitch was developing strangely, no longer hidden by his hair. Neighbors his ass!
Leon had only two choices. A) He could stay at Riku's house, or B) he could brave the dangerous, most likely deadly storm in order to get back home. Hmm… To be annoyed or to be soaked, that was the question. Giving it less than a second of thought, Leon turned and headed home.
Meanwhile…
Sora yelped as his mother finished cleaning the various scratches that Mr. Snufflefluffykins had inflicted upon his poor body.
He was going to kill Riku, slowly and painfully.
First, he was going to pour habeñero sauce into his green eyes.
Then, he was going to cut off all of Riku's hair (using hedge clippers), after dying it brown!
Finally, he was going to hack Riku to pieces, using his plastic spork of doom!
Peering out his window, Sora saw Leon practically carrying Riku and his anger vanished, turning into instant worry for his best friend.
What the hell?
Still, it looked like trouble, so, escaping from his mom's clutches, Sora grabbed a raincoat and his trusty plastic baseball bat before heading out after them.
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Riku splashed after Leon, cringing as his expensive boots sunk into mud puddle after mud puddle. He had been chasing the older man for a while, and to be honest, they were probably closer to Leon's house than they were to Riku's by now.
"Leon wait!"
Cold water was miserable and sticky. Riku shivered. Unlike Leon, who was insane enough to wear a leather jacket in the middle of the summer, Riku was stuck in his skimpy little black shirt. Of course, with rain dripping off his smooth torso he looked dead sexy, but that wasn't the point.
Suddenly, his boot got caught in a rather deep puddle of oozing mud. Still moving forward, he fell face first into a puddle of murky, icky, disgusting mud.
It was like the monster in the Blue Lagoon. Riku the mud monster.
"Shit!" Now he was drenched, cold, and completely muddy with ruined shoes! Plus, his hands stung from where he broke his fall, and his ankle was a hot bundle of pain. He usually wasn't this clumsy! Karma was out to get him, damned bitch!
Pushing himself to his feet, he quickly learned that his now sprained left leg wouldn't support his weight. He grit his teeth at the sharp pain, determined not to cry out. Oh no, he wouldn't give Karma the satisfaction of knowing she had beaten him!
Then he heard footsteps getting closer to him. They plopped through the mud, hardly graceful, but heavy, sturdy footsteps.
"You're impossible." Leon said, wrapping an arm around Riku's shoulders to help him limp through the house. The older man radiated warmth, reminding Riku of how cold he actually was.
He snuggled closer, still smelling the faint traces of Leon's cologne. Leon twitched at the contact but pulled the younger teen closer, using his free arm to rub circles over Riku's cold flesh.
"Sorry about your car." Riku told him. Leon nearly stopped, he was so surprised. Did he really…?
"Did you come out here just to say that?" He asked.
"Nah. The real plan was to lure you back into my house and seduce you, but I guess your house is just as good."
"Hn."
Riku smiled, leaning farther into Leon. He had a feeling that Hn was a 'you're not that bad kid,' Hn. He barely even noticed when his other boot came of in the mud, leaving him in only his obnoxious Tom and Jerry socks.
The rain was frigid cold, and the wind was even worse, but Leon was warm.
Finally, they arrived at Leon's house. They were both drenched to the bone, and, in Riku's case, horrendously muddy. Nothing had ever looked more like heaven. Well, excepting a certain gray-eyed brunette.
Leon opened the door, leading Riku inside. Leon left Riku at the entrance, pulling out a few of the fluffy towels that Aerith had insisted that he keep when he moved.
The two of them toweled off in silence, Riku leaning against the door for balance. By now his foot had swelled up quite a bit, and it was a blotchy red color with several black and blue bruises.
Riku frowned, turning his head to examine it. It looked like a mutated zombie leg from out of those horror movies. You know, like those freaky monsters from the Simpson's Treehouse of Horror.
His foot was going to start eating people's brains. Of course, considering the group he hung out with, it might not like the diseased meat…
Slowly, Leon wrapped a strong arm around his shoulders and helped him limp into the master bathroom. Riku knew that Leon could probably carry him if he wanted to, but Riku was thankful he didn't. Being gay didn't make him some fairy princess that couldn't open his own pickle jar or fight off the bad guys. Leave him some dignity.
Setting himself down on the toilet seat, Riku watched as Leon pulled out a white t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants.
"And here I thought you wore nothing but leather."
Leon refused to dignify that with an answer, tossing him the clothes and bending over his large bathtub. He turned the water on, reaching a hand in to test the temperature.
"You're covered in mud."
Riku grinned, catching an eye full of Leon's fantastic, leather covered posterior as he pulled off his ruined socks.
Stuffing the socks in one of the drawers (to protect their innocent eyes), Riku smirked.
"I'd rather be covered by you," Riku replied, standing and leaning against the wall beside Leon, careful to keep his weight off his left foot.
"That has to be the worst pick up line I've ever heard."
Riku snorted. "Someone as simple as you can't be expected to understand my genius."
"There's a fine line between genius and madness." Leon stood, wiping his hand off on one of the hideously fluffy towels.
Riku nodded. "That's exactly why you have to be careful with all those freaks out there. You never know. Someone might even be crazy enough to climb in your window."
Then, suddenly, Leon was right in front of the younger teen. Riku could feel his breath on his cheek and smell his cologne.
"Will you just shut up?" He hissed, his voice hoarse. His arms rested on either side of Riku's head, bent enough so that the two of them were just inches apart. So close, yet so far. A million dollars lying right outside your reach. Riku could close the distance between them, but for some reason he didn't. Personally, he blamed it on his brain eating zombie leg. It was affecting his usually superb sense of judgment.
"Where would the fun in that be?" Riku asked, looking into Leon's gray eyes. This was the part of the perfect story where Leon tilted Riku's head up and delivered a passionate kiss that made Riku weak in the knees. They all lived happily ever after, blah blah blah the end.
Instead…
Bash!
Leon pulled away from Riku, clutching his sore head.
"You perverted old man! Trying to rape Riku in the bathroom! I bet you were going to stuff his body in the tub and blame his death on a bad fall! Well, I'm on to your plan Mr. Big-Bad-and-Leathery!"
Someone watched too much CSI, and it wasn't Riku or Leon.
"So-ra, it's not like that!"
Riku raised his arm, trying to hold back Sora and his plastic baseball bat. Suddenly he paused.
"Oi, Sora. Did you get in a fight with a razor and loose?"
Leon blinked. Riku's description was actually quite accurate. The smaller boys face had several small scratches all over it, as if he had cut himself with a razor about fifty times.
"Ri-ku! I can't believe you!" Smack. Leon cringed. That looked like it hurt.
"I ran-" smack "all the way here-" smack "just to make sure this guy-" smack "wasn't going to kill you" smack "and you" smack "just have to be and insensitive jerk!" SMACK!
Leon blinked. For a small kid, he sure could swing a bat.
"Oh yeah!" Riku grabbed the severely dented child's toy from the other boy.
"I just walked-" smack "a mile through the rain-" smack "on a twisted ankle," smack smack "and the boy who was" smack "supposed to be" smack "covering for me" smack "left!" SMACK SMACK SMACK SNAP!
Sora and Riku looked at the broken plastic baseball bat at their feet. A crack had nearly split it in two, making it useless. Leon let out a small sigh of relief.
"It lived a good life," Sora intoned, making the sign of the father, the son, and the Holy Spirit.
"Sora, you do realize that you're not Catholic."
"Shut up Riku!"
"Sorry."
"I'm sorry too."
"Best friends?"
"Forever!" Then Sora and Riku embraced like long lost brothers, torn apart and reunited by the churning winds of fate. It was like some sort of twisted Disney movie. Love and good will spread through the air until the two of them finally pulled away, completing their "male bonding."
Leon was worried that he had just gone from having one insane teenage stalker to two.
Looking back at the bathtub, he saw that it had finally filled.
"Riku, your bath's ready."
Riku grinned. "Care to join me, Squall?"
Calmly, Leon picked up the cracked baseball bat and hit Riku over the head with it. The two parts separated completely, each landing on the tile floor with a loud smacking noise.
Before Riku could say anything about kinky relationships, Leon left the room.
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He smirked, wondering if Riku had stepped into the water yet.
2...
Sora exited the bathroom, closing the door and smiling at Leon.
1... Any moment now…
"COLD!"
Leon's smirk widened. Besides him Sora laughed.
Revenge was sweet.