Notes: This one got a little bit away from me. XD Little bit of drama to add to a slight plot thing for later on at some point. And beware of the massive amount of cussing in this chapter. New character likes to use it. A lot. And so does Riku when he gets around him.

Kingdom Holidays
May 18th: Visit your Relatives Day

"Riku! Oh Riku!"

Said silver haired man was flipping through a magazine on the couch in the living room. It was Tuesday and today he had no classes. So he was perfectly content, sitting there and doing nothing. He flipped another page as the brunette came bounding into the room. "What do you want?" He didn't look up as he asked.

Sora plopped down on the couch beside him. "Heeeey Riku!"

He flipped another page and scanned the pictures. "What?"

"Come on." Sora reached over and prodded his shoulder. "Get up."

"Why?"

The brunette prodded him harder. "It's time to go."

"Where are we going?" He was still flipping through his magazine and hadn't looked up yet.

Sora snatched the magazine and tossed it on the table.

"Hey!" That got the silver haired man's attention. With a slightly annoyed expression, he turned slightly and glared at Sora.

Sora jumped up and motioned for him to follow. "Come on!"

"Why?"

A wide smile spread across his face as he took a step back, away from the couch. "Because Blake's expecting us." Sora turned for the kitchen to get his keys.

He didn't want to play this game. He wanted to enjoy his day off. It would be his last carefree day for a while. Final exams were starting soon. With a tired sigh, Riku climbed off the couch and followed after him. "Blake who?"

"Blake who?" Sora rolled his eyes as he turned to find Riku standing in the dining room doorway. "I only know one Blake."

"Well… the only Blake I know is…" Riku paused in this thought as another came to mind. "… wait… we are NOT visiting him!"

Sora giggled slightly. "Sometimes you can be the dense one. And it's too late to cancel. He's expecting us."

"But… how… why… you didn't tell me."

Sora shrugged. "I forgot but you can stay here if you want."

Riku stepped closer and shook his head. "Hell no! I'm not leaving you alone with him."

Sora rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me that you don't trust me."

"Oh I trust you more than myself. I wouldn't trust Blake with anything."

"Oh come on. He's not that bad."

"You didn't grow up with the guy." Riku grumbled as he crossed his arms and looked away.

"Oh you didn't either. He left home when you were what… five?"

"Six." He mumbled.

"See? How can you hate a guy you hardly know?"

"I know him well enough. Better than you."

Sora turned away as he scratched at the back of his head. "Yeah… uh… which is why we need to visit. I need to get to know my brother-in-law."

"We aren't married."

Sora turned back around with a sly smile on his lips. "Are you saying you don't want to marry me?"

Riku sighed and grabbed the keys from Sora. "I'm driving."

"Are you sure we have to do this?"

"Yes." Sora grabbed his arm and pulled him down the hall towards the door they sought.

"But I haven't seen him since Christmas." Riku let himself be pulled along but he drug his feet as he moved. "And it's been much longer since we said more than two words to each other."

"All the more reason to visit. Now come on!"

"I don't want to!"

The door opened as Riku whined and Blake stood, leaning in the doorframe. No matter how many times Riku wanted to deny it, one look at the two of them and anyone would know they were related closely. Blake was about four inches taller than his younger brother. That and the much shorter haircut were the only distinguishing differences between the two. And the fact that Blake was ten years older. They could have been twins if it wasn't for that age fact. And he was a complete asshole, as far as Riku was concerned.

"Real mature little brother." He sneered as he said the world little.

Riku let out a groan and Sora spun around to wave at the older man. "Good morning, Blake."

Blake's expression softened and he pushed off the door. "Morning, Sora. I see you're looking as hot as ever."

Sora blushed slightly and looked down as he felt the man's eyes on him.

Riku pulled him back and got up in Blake's face. "Shut the fuck up, you perverted pedophile."

"Pedophile?" Blake laughed. "He's of age now, aren't you Sora?"

Sora's eyes widened as his face darkened more.

Blake caught the look and smiled and stepped aside. "Come on in."

Riku reached back and grabbed Sora's arm possessively. "You keep your fucking hands and your thoughts to yourself. " He pulled Sora into the small apartment, still not letting up on his grip.

The brunette clawed at Riku's hand. "Riku… you're going to cut off my circulation or something."

Blake let out a laugh as he closed the door and stepped closer to the pair. "Well… since this is the first time you've been here…" He eyed Sora for a moment before smiling and continuing. "… let me give you a tour."

Sora finally shoved Riku's grip off and stepped towards Blake. "We'd love a tour."

"Great!" Blake grabbed Sora's arm and pulled him down the hall.

Riku sent his back a glare as he followed behind.

"So you just saw the living room slash kitchen slash dining room." The older man said as they moved down the short hallway. "This is the bathroom, linen closet, and guest bedroom." He pointed out the doors.

"Guest bedroom?"

Blake shrugged. "Had a few roommates and live-in boyfriends… but right now it's a guest bedroom. Doesn't get much use at the moment."

"Because people can't stand your ass you long enough to stick around." Riku sneered from behind them.

Blake turned to glare at him. "Watch your mother, little brother."

Sora grabbed Blake's arm and tugged on him. "Come on. Finish the tour."

"Well… that's pretty much the end of the tour. Last door is my room." He said, pointing. "I'd offer to give you a private tour, but I think he'd bite my head off." He inclined his head back, motioning towards the seething Riku.

Sora was looking around and turned in a slow circle. "Huh…"

"I know, it's small."

"But I like it."

Blake shrugged as he turned back down the hall and headed for the kitchen. "Really? It's got to be a dump compared to where you guys live."

Sora followed a step behind him, laughing and shaking his head. "No, no."

"Dad told me about it when you guys moved in last year. Said it was nice."

Sora shrugged as he leaned against the counter behind him.

Riku followed them and took a spot next to Sora, practically leaning on top of him. "I'm surprised dad could even remember. He was drunk off his ass the only time he was over."

Blake ignored him as he pulled a beer out of the fridge and popped the top off. "Want one?"

Sora laughed as he shook his head. "I'm a couple of years shy of that."

"Oh come on. Never broke the rules before? Pussy."

Sora grabbed the bottle from Blake's hand and took a swig.

"Sora!"

"Oh calm down, Riku. One drink ain't going to taint him." He grabbed the bottle back and pulled a bottle of soda out and handed it to Sora. "Come on. Let's have a seat and catch up."

"Like fuck we will." Riku wrapped his arm around Sora's waist, intent on pulled him out the door. He was ready to leave the moment they stepped out of the car. "We are leaving, now."

"No, we aren't." Sora pulled out of his grip and flopped down on the couch beside Blake.

"Sora, please!"

The brunette ignored his boyfriend as he turned his body towards the older man. "So Blake… how are things going? Still working for that construction company?"

Blake shook his head, smiling brightly as he took swig of his bottle. "Fuck no. Quit that like two years ago. Real fucking drag."

Sora relaxed into the couch, getting more comfortable. "What do you do now?"

Grumbling under his breath, Riku took a seat in a chair opposite of them. "Sit around on your ass all day?"

Blake laughed and shook his head. "No… not really."

"Be nice."

Riku stuck out his tongue.

Blake laughed again and looked at Sora. "To answer your question… I'm a dancer now."

"A dancer?"

"Exotic dancer."

"Oh… oh…" Sora's eyes widened as it sank in.

"You should come to a show."

"Uh… yeah…" Sora blushed slightly and looked away.

Riku glared at Blake and his voice rose angrily. "Like hell he is." He couldn't understand his brother's need to flirt with his much younger boyfriend every chance he got. Granted, he didn't get the chance often, but it was still way too much.

"Oh I'm just being friendly." Blake snapped. "I doubt Sora's ever seen the inside of a strip club. He's too vanilla."

"I am not!" Sora snapped as he looked at Blake. "I could go to a strip club." He turned his gaze to Riku. "We should go."

"Oh yeah. I want to go watch my brother take his clothes off."

"Well… I could go…"

"No!"

"You don't own me."

"Sora!"

The brunette ignored him and turned back to Blake. "So how long have you been dancing?"

Blake tilted his head to the side for a moment, thinking back. "Since I quit the construction shit two years ago."

Riku shook his head slowly. "So you've managed to keep the same job without quitting or getting fired?"

"Yes. I enjoy it."

"Dancing around naked? Oh that's something to be really proud of."

"It is!" Sora snapped. "If it's something he enjoys doing. I see nothing wrong with it."

"There's a lot wrong with it!"

Ignoring Riku's comment, Sora returned his attention back to Blake. "So you make good money then?"

Blake nodded. "I do alright."

"Yeah. Almost thirty and…"

"Stuff it, Riku." Sora looked pissed as he said it.

Riku opened his mouth but thought better of it.

"Seeing anyone right now?"

"Why? You offering?"

Sora laughed, a twinge of nervousness in it, as Riku bit his lip to keep from angering Sora further.

"No one special at this moment." Blake said as he smiled and laughed. "Just playing the field. The last dude I hooked up with stole my microwave."

"No!"

He nodded. "Woke up and both were gone."

"Oh that's awful!"

He shrugged. "We can't all be lucky and find our soul mates when we're kids."

Sora reached over to pat his knee. "You'll find your prince charming someday."

The smile on Blake's face broadened genuinely. It wasn't a comment he heard too often. Actually, never. "Thanks."

"What about dad?"

"Oh no. Don't call him that!"

Sora waved Riku's comment off once again and continued. "Do you get to see him much?"

"Uh… dad comes over here usually twice a month. Sometimes more." He set his beer bottle down on the coffee table before leaning back. Mention of his father dampened his demeanor.

"Really? We only get to see him on big holidays."

"Just like me."

Sora smiled as he nodded. "But we're changing that now."

"What do you do together?" Riku asked suddenly, leaning forward.

"Hmm?"

"You and dad. You guys get together and get drunk off your ass?"

"Riku!"

"Following in the family footsteps, right? Got to play the favorite, kissing up to dad."

"Riku, that's enough!"

"How many drinks does it take to earn his love?"

Blake's hands curled into tight fists as Riku berated him. His nails began to dig painfully into his palm. But the mention of love made him lose his hold on his temper. "Love! Love? Dad doesn't give a fuck about me." He screamed. "He comes over to gloat and make me feel like fucking shit."

"Oh cut the shit. He practically worships you."

Blake leaned forward and he visibly started shaking. "I was the fucking mistake. I was the reason he had to get married. For the first ten years of my life, I was told that I wasn't good enough. After you were born, it was I wasn't as good as you. Walking, talking, fucking potty training. You did everything perfectly. You were even talking and writing before you started school. You were dad's fucking star."

Riku waved the speech off and shook his head. He didn't believe a word his older brother said. He never did. "Oh I know that's complete bullshit."

Blake shook his head slowly. "And it only got worse after he fucking kicked me out."

"He didn't kick you out. You dropped out of school and left home."

"I dropped out of school because I had no home."

Riku paused a moment as he thought about that. He had never had a reason to doubt the story he was given. Could it have been possible? "Dad told me… you told me…"

"I told you what dad fucking wanted me to tell you."

"But why?"

"Fuck if I know." Blake's posture relaxed slightly and he leaned back with a sigh. "I've been trying to figure out what the fuck I did since I was born. I've got nothing." A sadness crept into his tone.

"But… wait… none of this makes sense. Why does he visit you so often if he hates you as much as you claim?"

Blake shrugged. "Because I let him. Because despite all his fucking bullshit, I'm fucked up and long for dear daddy's approval." He sneered as he said it. "Or because I enjoy the torture. He loves comparing me to his golden boy."

"Golden boy?"

Blake's gaze dropped to the floor. "You graduated high school, you're going to college, your job track record isn't shit… you've got a fucking house and you're one step away from being happily married with the kids and fucking white picket fence and shit."

Riku just stared at him, speechless and dumbfounded. Sora hadn't moved at all during the conversation since it shifted. He felt vaguely out of place for more than just the reason that the conversation was between Riku and Blake about their father. The second reason was he knew all these facts already. He bit his lip and shifted a bit nervously, hoping Riku didn't notice him.

"Do you know how many times I've heard how perfect you and Sora are together? Do you know he's never once met anyone I've dated? He's never asked and remember when I dated that guy Silas for 3 fucking years? Dad refused to come over when he was home."

"Dad's just…"

"He loves Sora. Fucking loves him. He's never had a real problem with you being gay. But the second he catches me with my first boyfriend… it's out the door. I was sixteen!"

"I don't think…."

"You've got everything so perfect, so right. And here I am, fucking ten years older and still standing on quicksand. As soon as I think I've dug myself out, I sink back in. Completely fucked."

The younger brother shook his head slowly and rubbed at his head. "I… didn't know. I'm sorry."

Blake waved him off and let out a long sigh. "No worries. Really. Dad's the one who fucked us both over."

Riku nodded slowly as he stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. The room was suddenly too small and too stuffy for him to think. "I think I'm going to… go outside for a minute. To get some air… if you don't mind…"

Sora lifted his head, looking at Riku with concern. He jumped up and stepped towards him. "Want me to go with you?"

He shook his head quickly. "No. I'll be right back."

Blake stood up a second later and pulled Sora aside after Riku left the room. "So Sora… did you finally tell him?"

Sora shook himself and turned around slowly. "Huh?" Confusion was written on his face as he looked at Blake.

"Did you tell Riku?"

"Tell him what?"

Blake rolled his eyes. "About you and me?"

Sora's face reddened slightly and he shook his head. "No."

"Then why all the possessiveness?"

"Because you're a shameless flirt."

He laughed because he knew it was true, even if it was just a game. "But you'd never leave him. Especially for an old fart like me. He has to know that."

Sora shook his head. "I'd never leave him. For anyone. No offense." He added quickly.

Blake studied the younger man for a few minutes before moving back to the couch and sitting down. "Why haven't you told him?"

Sora looked away and shrugged. "I have the feeling he'll be upset…"

"But it happened before you got together."

"I know." Sora sighed softly and rubbed at his forehead. "But… I can't help but think he'll be mad when he finds out I had a crush on you for so many years… and that we… fooled around a couple times. Not to mention the whole statutory rape fact."

"All of which I had technically nothing to do with."

Sora cocked an eyebrow as he looked back at him. "Nothing?"

"You attacked me when I was drunk each time. Practically broke into my apartment, too."

Sora looked down again, slightly ashamed. "That makes it worse. You see how he acts when you just flirt with me. He was pissed when I told him we were coming over."

A loud, long sigh was emitted as Blake leaned forward and ran a hand through his short, spiked silver hair. "I suppose I should stop, huh?"

Sora smiled. "It might make things easier."

"Is that what all this is about? You want him and me to make up so you can tell him about you and me and relieve your guilt?"

Sora took a seat next to Blake again and shook his head. "Not entirely. My mom and I have this really great relationship. We always have. I've always felt bad that Riku doesn't have that same connection with his dad or you. I'd like us to be one big, happy family."

Blake smiled. "I'd like that too. I'll lay off. Promise."

"Good. Maybe I can convince him to invite you over sometime."

Said silver haired man walked back into the apartment in time to catch that last statement. "I'll think about it."

The brunette looked up at him, smiling broadly. He scooted away from Blake and patted the spot on the couch between them. "You better be thinking yes. My house too."

Riku rolled his eyes as he strode forward and flopped down between them. "Fine."

"Wow… I can't believe it… after all these years. I didn't know…" Riku shook his head slowly and rubbed at his head as they walked through the parking lot. "Can we just go home now? No more surprised? I'm exhausted."

They had left their house less than three hours ago, but as the brunette looked at him, he could tell the taller man was indeed exhausted by the revelations today. Sora smiled and snatched the keys out of his hands. "I'll drive."

Riku looked almost grateful as he climbed into the passenger seat and leaned back. A silence hung around them for a moment as Sora climbed in the car and put on his seat belt. Riku rolled over slightly in his seat, looking at Sora with curiosity. "So… why all this anyways?"

Sora bit his lip as he answered. "Visit your Relatives Day."

"You're fucking kidding me."

"Hey… I've always thought you and your brother needed to make up. I've been telling you for years that he wasn't such a bad guy."

Riku eyed Sora for a minute before nodded, turning, and slipping his seatbelt on. "I still don't like the flirting."

Sora laughed. "All the flirting in world won't do anything. You're not getting rid of me that easily."

Riku reached over and grabbed Sora's hand. Their fingers intertwined and he let out a soft sigh. "Good. Because I don't want you going anywhere."

"Good thing. Because I'm cute, right?"

"You're more than cute."

"I know. Blake called me hot."

Riku growled. "He's an ass."

"Hey… he's only telling the truth."

"Real modest."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go home." Sora pulled his hand back and started the car.

"Thank you for this." Riku's voice was soft as he said it. "I love you, Sora."

Notes: Whistle while you work. *whistles* No clue why that came to mind as I sat here and typed this out. Huh. Weird the shit you think of.