StuckWith You

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Pairings – RikuxSora, AxelxRoxas and many more (well, not really many…)…

Warnings – AU, Yaoi/shounen-ai, bad grammar, randomness, OOCness and… HANDCUFFS! 8D

Disclaimer – I do not own Kingdom Hearts, which probably is kind of obvious.

"Dialogue."

"Flashbacks or thoughts."

'Lyrics.'

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The Day Of Lap-Dances And Confessions

Sora smiled in his sleep and thought that the floor had surely become oddly soft. He nuzzled his nose against the softness beneath him, a small sigh escaping from his lips. It was so warm and nice just to lay there… Sora hoped that he would never have to wake up and face Ri--…

"Sora, get up."

The brunette groaned and buried his nose deeper into the softness, "Not yeeet… Five more minutes…"

"Sora, you're sleeping in my lap," Riku sighed, "And you're nuzzling your nose in my private areas."

Sora's eyes immediately snapped open and he straightened his back violently. He looked at Riku, wide-eyed and startled that maybe the silver-haired boy would kill him now. But instead of doing that, Riku grinned devilishly and remained silent.

"S-sorry!" Sora mumbled an apology, starting to get out of the bed. But he was roughly yanked back, as he forgot that he was still wearing the handcuffs. And he fell right back into Riku's lap. When he looked up at those seagreen eyes, a deep crimson color spread on his cheeks. This surely was one of the most embarrassing mornings Sora had ever had.

An amusement took over Riku's features as he glanced down at the brown-haired boy, "Well well, I see you enjoy spending time in my lap."

"I-I…" Sora stammered, not sure whether the other one wanted a positive or negative answer, "I was j-j-just…"

But before he could find the correct words, Riku shoved him harshly away. The silver-haired boy's amusement had turned into anger, which scared the life out of Sora. He had never thought that someone could change his or her mood that fast… He gulped and sat up straight on the bed, as far as he could get from Riku.

"You idiot," Riku muttered, running his free hand through his hair. His eyes roamed almost nervously, looking at everything else but Sora, "Don't try to get too friendly, even if I let you sleep on the bed."

It was then Sora realized that he had actually slept on the bed, although he was positive he had fallen asleep on the floor. He blinked his eyes and couldn't decide whether he should thank Riku or ask how he had ended up on the bed. So he just blinked his eyes again and remained quiet.

"I'm hungry," Said the grumpy Riku, while standing up and yanking Sora towards the door after him, "Hope you can cook."

Sora pouted broadly. For some reason, he had a feeling that this day wouldn't be a good day for him.

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It turned out that Sora was not a good cook. After burning two eggs and bacon, nearly setting the whole kitchen on fire and somehow managing to destroying one frying pan, Riku decided that it'd be safer if they would just call Rinoa and tell her to bring them some breakfast.

"I could've made something…" Sora had his arms crossed above his chest, while Riku was talking on the phone to his mother. The brunette sighed repeatedly and narrowed his eyes at the taller boy.

"Okay, thanks mom." Riku said, as he ended the call and placed the phone back on its place. He turned to look at Sora, wrinkling his nose at him, "There's no way I'll let you do anything which involves using kitchen, ever again. You almost wrecked the whole place!"

Sora's pout only grew wider and he lifted his chin, "I can make noodles… I made them yesterday too, and I didn't see you complaining!"

"Wow, that's just amazing," Riku said sarcastically, his shoulders slumping slightly, "Even my goldfish can do that. I'm not impressed."

Sora puffed his cheeks in a cute way, before delivering a lame slap on Riku's forearm, "But you don't even have a goldfish!"

"That's not the point, y'know." Riku replied and started pulling Sora back towards the kitchen. Sora looked as if he still didn't understand the obvious and Riku let out a long and deep sigh, "What I meant is that I would never eat your noodles, even if they were the last food left in the earth."

"O-oh." Sora's eyes widened, as if he had won the lottery, "…I see that you don't like noodles."

Riku groaned and was ready to bang his head on the nearest wall, "No. Do I have to spell it for you? I. Hate. Your. Cooking."

Sora frowned and unfolded his arms, "You don't have to be so mean Ri-ku. It's not my fault that you don't make any sense sometimes." He stated with a nod, before sitting down by the kitchen table, "And besides, Tidus said my noodles are good."

"Well, he's Tidus," Riku rolled his eyes, as he sat down next to Sora, "And he's a living eating-machine. He eats anything, even your crappy noodles."

At that point, Sora decided that this word-fight was something he couldn't win and fell silent. Although he was angry at Riku for hating his noodles, which were Sora's speciality, he knew that this was leading nowhere. If that bastard wanted to be that way, it was okay with Sora. It's not like he would have cared what Riku had to say…

…Well, actually he did care, but he hated to admit it. Cooking just happened to be a somewhat sensitive topic to him. Sora just hoped that Riku hadn't noticed how he had hit the nerve…

"Ah, well…" Riku stated casually, throwing his hands behind the back of his head, almost causing Sora to collapse on the floor as a result of the movement. Riku, however, didn't seem to care less, "…I hope that Rinoa brings us some food soon. I'm starving."

Sora rolled his eyes. He wanted to say that he could have easily made two sandwiches, but decided against it. Instead he just asked, "What're we gonna do while waiting for her? You're not planning on sitting here, are you?"

"What am I, a babysitter?" Riku shot back, "But now that you mentioned it, why don't you entertain me?"

"Like how?"

Riku held his chin for a while as he thought. Then suddenly a smirk overtook his features, "Well you sure seemed to enjoy singing last night, so why don't you sing and lap dance for me?"

Sora's eyes widened, "L-lap dance?" he muttered, and would have backed away if he wasn't tied to the other one, "Are you nuts?"

"No. I'm dead serious that you will sit on my lap right now or you'll be forced to do that." Riku stated pointing his finger at his lap and waiting for Sora to sit down on it. The brunette gave the other one a highly disbelieving look, but Riku replied to it by saying, "You don't want to be forced to do that."

"Why d-d-do you w-want m-me to lap d-dance for you?"

Riku rolled his eyes, as if what Sora asked was the most obvious thing in the world, "Because you were bored and wanted something to do. And I want to see if you can do a thing."

Sora gulped. Of course he couldn't do a thing. He knew that lap dance meant that someone was sitting on somebody's lap and moving their body oddly, but that's it. But despite his loss of experience, he slowly placed himself on Riku's lap, wondering if the silver-haired boy had gone crazy for good. Riku couldn't actually be asking him to give him a lap dance…

Riku seemed to immediately notice Sora's doubtfulness and smirked even more widely, "Aww, c'mon, it's not that hard…"

"B-but Riku…"

But Sora was silenced when Riku placed his hands on his hips. A quiet gasp escaped his lips, when the other one started to move his body back and forward. Sora wasn't sure if he still was dreaming and would soon wake up on the cold floor. But when Riku suddenly tightened his hold around his waist, he was sure that this was truly happening.

"Like I said, a piece of cake," Riku whispered into Sora's ear, making sure that his lips brushed slightly his earlobe, "Just move your body like it feels natural…"

And Sora did just that. At first it felt clumsy and stupid, but eventually he started to get a hold of it. His body almost moved by itself and his arms were draped around Riku's shoulders. A weird feeling overwhelmed him, pushing him forward and driving him into extremes.

Sora glanced at Riku with clouded eyes, noticing that he was enjoying the lap dance he was giving him. Maybe this wasn't as bad as he had thought…

"Holy crap…"

Both Riku and Sora looked towards the entrance of the kitchen and saw Rinoa standing there, her mouth left open and eyes open wide. The groceries she had been holding were now sprawled across the floor.

Riku shoved the brunette away from him and stood up. Quickly he straightened his clothes and stared back at his mother, not even bothering to help Sora up, "Mom, this' not what you might think it is."

"O-of course not," Rinoa gasped in delight or shock, Riku couldn't tell, "O-of course… here's the b-breakfast, I need to… g-go home and tell Squall and Quistis and Tifa and Yuffie and…"

"Mom."

Rinoa fixed her eyes, which had strayed from her son, at Sora. She smiled after glancing him for a while, "You've picked a really pretty bride Riku."

"Mom, for god's sakes!" Riku slammed his hand on his forehead, "Sora is not my bride and will never be. Now please leave mom and don't come back anytime soon, okay?"

And leave Rinoa did, with a broad smile and Riku swore he could hear her mumbling 'Riku's finally come out of the closet', while she exited the house. He groaned and rubbed his eyes. He hated convincing things to his mother, since she was probably the world's most stubborn woman. If she thought something was something, there was no way to change her mind.

"R-Riku…"

"Shut up."

Sora bit his lip and tugged Riku's arm a little, "Riku…"

"I said, shut the fuck up," Riku snapped angrily at Sora and narrowed his eyes at the smaller boy, "You've screwed up everything again. Now my mother things we're dating or something like that? You fucking idiot, whoever would want to go out with someone like you?"

Sora's bottom lip started to tremble. It wasn't fair that Riku said all those mean things. The whole lap dance thing had been his idea after all…

"W-why…" Sora mumbled, "…Why no one wants to go out with me?"

Riku glared at Sora and snarled, "Because you're stupid, lousy, clumsy, worthless and ugly."

Sora sighed. Each word Riku said seemed to push him downer and downer and kill his self-confidence completely. He didn't know why he had even asked, since he knew what the answer would be like.

But instead of complaining about the mean sentence, he followed Riku's example and started to eat the breakfast, which Rinoa had brought them.

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After all the things Riku had said and done, eventually Sora just couldn't take it anymore. He bit his lip in a futile attempt to control himself, but slowly started breaking down under the pressure. He glanced at Riku, who was sitting next to him on the couch, intently staring at the television screen. He wouldn't probably notice if he…

Sora sniffed as quietly as he could. He would not cry. Especially not around someone like Riku. If he was with Roxas, he could as well cry his eyes out, but Riku would just make fun of him once again—making him feel like an idiot.

Suddenly Sora stood up. He would definitely call Roxas now and tell him to come over. He could not stand that bastard any longer. And speaking of which, Riku was now staring at him instead of the TV. His seagreen eyes were piercing his head, as if he could see right through him and read him like an open book.

"I want to call Roxas," Sora said, trying not to pout. He was fully aware of the sadness, which echoed in his voice, "N-now."

Riku rolled his eyes apathetically, "Can't it wait? I really don't feel like getting up and dragging my arse somewhere for you."

But instead of replying, Sora starting walking and pulling Riku, even though the silver-haired boy didn't move even the slightest bit. He looked over his shoulder, giving a helpless look at the other one, begging him, pleading him to stand up and follow.

And for some reason, those eyes worked on Riku. The said one stood up slowly, his hair cascading gracefully behind his shoulders. Without saying anything, he followed Sora out of the living room. He could sense the awkward feeling in the atmosphere and dead silence had landed upon them. But when Riku thought at it, no words suited this situation.

He knew he had done wrong and he should regret those things he had said and done. But it was Sora, who made him feel miserable and regretful all the time, so this time he would make sure it wouldn't be him with a broken heart. This time he would make sure that he would not feel sorry for the things he did.

When they reached the house's only phone, Sora picked it up and dialled familiar series of numbers. He waited a while, hoping that Roxas would soon pick up and come save him from his Hell.

And eventually, Roxas did answer. A small smile ghosted on Sora's features, "Hey Roxas."

"Sora?" came a somewhat muffled reply, "H-how's it –GAH- stop it Axel!! Get your hands out of my pants right now!! Uhm, yeah, Sora, how's it going?"

Sora frowned at Roxas' answer. He sighed and lowered his gaze at the floor, "Is Axel there with you? What're you guys doing, you sound somewhat busy?"

"Ohh, Sora dear, we are, we are." This time the speaker was Axel, who probably had stolen the phone from Roxas, "So if you could, can you call back later? I need to –erm- help Roxy with his homework. He says that he really doesn't understand this one formula."

Sora sighed again and heard Roxas yelling on the background, "Yeah sure…" he said, trying not to sound sad. The last thing he wanted was to worry Roxas, "…I-I'll call y-you guys back later… Ha-have fun."

"Don't worry Sora, we will…" Sora could almost hear Axel grinning, before he placed the phone back on its place.

Sora didn't know why, but the urge to cry had only grown stronger. He knew that Roxas was only busy with Axel and it got nothing to do with him, but he couldn't help but feel like he would have been betrayed. It felt as if Roxas would have chosen Axel over him, which probably was only his own paranoia. But it still felt like his friend had turned his back on him.

He closed his eyes and inhaled few shaky breaths, trying to remind himself that Riku was standing right there and would see if he broke down. And he didn't want that—he didn't want to be humiliated because of his feelings. He didn't want Riku to see the weakest side of him.

"Let's get back," Riku stated, "You got your phone call already."

Sora nodded, forcing himself to walk back into the living room and seat himself next to the silver-haired boy.

The pressure in the air squeezed his lungs and made him feel like a paranoid. If he wasn't handcuffed to Riku, he would have run away. Run until he couldn't run any more and collapse somewhere, where he could wither away without anyone seeing him there.

Sora bit his lip. He wondered why Riku hated him so much. If it was because of some silly kiss when they had been younger, this was totally ridiculous. How come Riku thought that he would still like him that way? Sora didn't fall for bastards, the likes of what Riku had become. The sweet Riku back in the past was the one he loved and cared of, but not this.

The Riku who was sitting next to him, wasn't Riku. It couldn't be. Sora's eyes drifted towards the teen next to him. Riku wouldn't say all those things to him. He wouldn't want to hurt him on purpose and push him down to lick the dirt beneath his feet. So who was this Riku then? Is this what becomes of people when they let the time change them?

Sora balled his fists, his fingernails digging into his palms. All kinds of emotions raged in his mind and feelings kept floating in and out. This kept going on until Sora couldn't stand it anymore, and for some reason he found himself tackling Riku on the couch.

"Sora, what the—"

Sora sat on top of Riku's chest and flung his balled fist towards Riku's face. But his punch failed, as the other one grabbed his hand by his wrist and snatched his handcuffed hand, before he could even think of using it. This, however, didn't stop Sora from trying to maim the silver-haired boy's face, and he tried to struggle free from Riku's grasp.

"Y-you idiot!" Sora stated, fighting against the teen, who was a lot stronger than him. Something wet roamed past his lips and speedily down his neck, "Where is Riku?!?"

Riku lifted his eyebrow at the crying boy above him. He didn't know what he had just missed or had he finally driven Sora crazy, but the outburst was really unSora-ish, "What the hell are you talking about Sora?"

But instead of replying, Sora kept trying to give a good punch right across Riku's face. The silver-haired boy groaned and struggled against Sora, slowly managing to push him down on his back and climb above him. He pushed his hands down against the couch and leaned towards the brunette.

But this was when the mistake was made—Riku let his grasp on Sora's wrist loosen for mere seconds. Sora immediately took his opportunity and swung his hand towards Riku. Luckily what he hit wasn't his face, but his muscular chest. And the punch probably hurt Sora's knuckles more than Riku. The brown-haired boy hiccupped, finally realizing what he was doing.

He was crying. Right in front of Riku. And he had just tried to punch him and actually even managed to do that. He knew that his end would come now and Riku would kill him. He had an upper hand too—sitting on top of him, he was capable of doing anything to him. Sora was afraid of looking into the seagreen eyes, so he closed his sky blue orbs. He quickly wiped away his tears, though he knew it was too late. Riku had already seen him crying and nothing would save him now.

So Sora just lied there, waiting for something to happen, praying that he would be able to live through this day.

He waited. And waited…

"Sora."

Sora winced at the sound of his name. Even though this time when Riku said it, it wasn't filled with hatred and anger… but he was probably only taunting him. Trying to force him to open his eyes and look at his malicious expression.

"Sora, for god's sakes stop crying and fucking look at me."

"You're…" Sora said quietly, his eyes opening while he spoke, "Not Riku."

Riku rolled his eyes in frustration, "Then care to tell me who the heck I am if I'm not Riku?"

Sora's bottom lips stuck out in a pout. He sniffed loudly and angrily wiped the tears, which were still roaming down his cheeks, away. He felt slightly relieved, but a weight still hadn't lifted. His heart beat fast and painfully, as nice and pleasurable feeling was mixed up with misery and agony. In fact, he didn't know why he even found the situation the slightest bit nice…

"I don't know," Sora replied after a while, sounding just as desperate as he looked like, "I don't know!! I don't know what happened to you—to us, but this' not the Riku I-…"

"Shut up, Sora." Riku brought his hand on Sora's shoulders and gripped on them, "Just shut up and listen for once. I don't know what the fuck you're talking about and, to be honest, I don't even care! If you think you have a right to just march back into my life, you're wrong. You just think that you can mess with my head, break my heart and then just come back. You were my best friend and after you were gone, I had no one. Do you know how it feels like to be alone?"

Sora was stunned by Riku's words. The look in the silver-haired boy's eyes was something he had never seen before.

"I hate you Sora for just being alive, I truly do. But then again, when I think about it I don't want you to go away. I want you to stay here, but I want you to leave me alone." Riku said, confusing Sora more and more. But instead of making his speech any clearer, he continued the same way, "…You are… something I hate, despise, dislike, envy… But, hell, after all these years I thought that I would be able to face you. To face the truth that you'll always be right here, so close, yet out of my reach."

Sora's eyes widened. He wasn't sure if he understood all the things Riku had just said, but he hoped that Riku wouldn't take his words back, "…Riku…"

Riku sighed and let go off of Sora's shoulders, but continued hovering on top of the other one.

"…I think that… this feels like…" Sora let his eyes shut slowly and rested his head on the couch, "…feels like I just found something dear which was lost a long time ago. And maybe I did."

Riku smirked and playfully shoved Sora's chest, "Aw, don't get all sappy now. I don't feel like being covered in drool." He chuckled and straightened his back, freeing Sora from underneath him. Although, he sighed mentally at the loss of being close to Sora. Even if he was close to the brunette all the time, because of the handcuffs, nothing seemed to be enough anymore.

"Sora, please, stop crying already," Riku pointed out and poked Sora's cheek, which was wet because of all the tears, "Or else I'll make you stop."

Sora sniffed and hiccupped, looking pitifully at Riku, "Like how?"

"That's a secret." Riku grinned and shrugged. He gave Sora one last glance, before fixing his eyes back at the television.

Well, at least the atmosphere wasn't as awkward as it was a while ago…

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A/N: I'm sorry for not reviewing to most of the reviews. You know that I'm still grateful for all the feedback I get and there can never be too much reviews :)

Anyhow, I guess there will be two or three chapters till the end. I hope that you've enjoyed the story this far, as much as I've enjoyed typing this. This whole thing has become more deeper and emotional than I thought it would. At first I thought that this story would be full of fluff and humor, but I guess I was wrong. :P