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Chapter 9- 1 day remaining
The pulsing beats thrummed throughout Sora's entire body, so much so as to where he could feel it in his heart. There were so many people crammed in the room; it was impossible not to be touching several people at once. The bodies thrashed under the flashing lights and pulsing music, and Sora, despite his earlier doubts, was having fun, even if it was in a slightly deranged way.
His friends, Rikku, Yuna, and Paine had basically dragged him to a random nightclub with them, insisting that his presence was vital. The three girls had decided to go dancing and they'd employed Sora as their 'help'. They'd patiently explained to him the rules of being help. Apparently, they'd each have their own signals, such as a pull on the ear or biting their lip, and that would be Sora's signal to rescue them from someone "gross" as Rikku had so aptly put it. Apparently, he was safe for this because he was gay. He was safe for a lot of things because he was gay, and as of late, a lot of them seemed to involve doing something for the girls that straight guys couldn't because it could potentially get them all "hot and bothered". Again, Rikku's words.
So far, he'd had to save Paine once, Yuna three times, and Rikku ten. The girl was a magnet for getting a bad dancing partner, probably because she deemed it necessary to show off all the skin she could and still not get arrested for public indecency. He wondered how she thought she could get a good guy like that, but then again, he'd come to realize long ago that women were absolutely crazy.
Rikku's hand flashed up to her ear and gave it a slight tug. Sora sighed, took another drink of his beer, and set it on the bar, picking his way across the dance floor to where Rikku was watching some random guy flail in horror. Sora assumed he was meant to be dancing, but dismissed the thought. He had a job to do, after all. He tapped on the guy's shoulder and motioned to Rikku.
"Can I cut in?" he yelled. The guy looked a bit putout, but nodded and made his way away from her. Rikku threw her arms around his neck as they slipped back into the beat of the song and danced.
"Thank you, Sora!" she yelled, her blonde hair swaying crazily as they moved. "I don't even know what was happening there…I was scared." Sora laughed as she pulled a face that looked downright terrified and disturbed at the same time. They danced through the rest of that song and the next, Sora keeping an eye out just to make sure that Paine or Yuna didn't need him. Eventually, there was a tap on his shoulder and a voice asking to cut in. Sora glanced at Rikku, whose eyes were lit with excitement. He took that as a yes on her part and dutifully moved away, making to head back to the bar. A hand, however, caught his shoulder and kept him from moving.
"I meant I wanted to dance with you," a voice said in his ear. It was a wonderful voice and Sora's body seized up at the sound of it. Sora glanced at Rikku, who was grinning cattily and nodding encouragingly. She turned to leave, and then turned back. She pointed at him and then thumbed her nose. He took that to mean it was his very own signal. Just in case he needed rescuing. He grinned and nodded at her before she turned and disappeared into the crowd.
A pair of hands grabbed his waist and pulled him back against the body behind him. He almost gasped at the sudden movement, but caught himself. Keep it cool. He moved his hips with the beat, in the same time as the person behind him. He was acutely aware that he had no idea what this person looked like or anything about him, but for some reason, he really didn't care. All that mattered was the bass thumping in his ear and the body moving in time with his, the hands on his hips not really guiding, just touching. Somewhere along the way, he leaned his head back against his partner's shoulder, proving him to be a lot taller then Sora himself.
He leaned down, his lips against Sora's ear, touching in a teasingly delicious way as he spoke. "You never called me." Sora froze for a split second before the hands prompted him to move again. "I was extremely disappointed, you know." He could now picture his dancing partner exactly, the bright turquoise eyes and long silver hair. The absolutely yummy physique. Riku.
"I wasn't sure…" Sora said, loudly enough to where Riku could hear him.
"What's not to be sure about? I wrote my number on your arm and told you to call me. That's pretty straight forward." He didn't sound annoyed or angry, more like he was amused.
"Yeah, well," Sora sighed, feeling slightly ridiculous by his insecurities. "I thought it might be a joke…"
"A joke? Why would such a thing be a joke?"
"Be serious, Riku," Sora sighed, finally stopping the dancing and turning to look up at the taller male. "Guys that look like you don't go for people that look like me. You're way out of my league." Riku blinked in shock, before a smirk manifested on his features. His arms came around Sora's back and pulled their bodies flat together.
"Listen to me, Sora," he murmured, his mouth coming to rest against Sora's ear. "This is not a joke. You entice me, okay? I want to know you." Sora's entire body was aching for the silver-haired male by now and he knew he had to make his escape, lest he do something he would regret.
"All right," he said, nodding his head. "Are you listening? 555-2673. You call me."
Riku's eyes widened slightly and Sora raised a hand, thumbing his nose. Hardly ten seconds later, all three girls converged upon him, pulling him away from a stunned Riku and back into the crowd toward the front door.
Out of all the ways to wake up, having your lover tempt you out of it with kisses was probably the best way ever. Sora opened his eyes to the sight of bright turquoise inches away. When Riku deemed him awake enough and pulled away, Sora wrapped his arms around his neck, not quite wanting to release him.
"What are you doing home?" he murmured sleepily. "Aren't you supposed to be in the studio?" Riku laughed, placing another kiss on Sora's lips.
"I've been in the studio all day and you have been sleeping all day. It's five in the afternoon, you know."
"How did you get up and go to the studio?" Sora demanded. "We didn't exactly sleep last night, like, at all."
Riku nodded. "I know, but I knew I had to get in there and get everything done so I could spend some time with you before we left."
Sora smiled, realizing Riku was right. He hadn't seen much of him in the last few days, which was strange after he'd spent an entire year in a Riku drought. Still, the thought that he could have Riku for years to come if he was able to save him was enough to make Sora leave his husband be. Riku let his weight off his arms, moving to rest his body on top of Sora's laying his head on the brunet's chest. Sora moved one of his hands to stroke through Riku's hair, the other poking him in the side.
"Warn me next time. I don't want to be squished to death." Riku lifted his head, his eyes narrowing as he glared playfully.
"What exactly are you implying?" he demanded.
"That you're not exactly petite?" Sora said innocently.
"Fuck you," Riku mumbled, letting his head fall back onto Sora's chest.
"If you insist," Sora sniggered. Riku laughed, but shook his head.
"No sex when I'm this tired. Maybe later," he said, his voice almost dropping to a whisper. Sora nodded seriously, his hand continuing to stroke Riku's hair, the silky tresses perfect and smooth beneath his fingers. This had been one of the things he'd really missed. Just the two of them, lazing around, talking about things that weren't really all that important, teasing back and forth.
"We finished recording," Riku informed him. "The rest have decided we should go out for a celebratory dinner tonight. We have to be at the restaurant at six, so I shouldn't really be falling asleep." He said this as if he knew what he should be doing but didn't really care. "Do you think we can just bail and I can sleep on you for a few hours?"
Sora laughed, plucking up a piece of Riku's hair and twisting it between his fingers.
"Believe me babe, I'd choose being smooshed under you for hours any day, but I don't think you'll have a very comfortable time living with your band mates if you bail on them."
Riku let out a long sigh. "You're right. I guess I should hop in the shower…" He pushed himself up on his arms and Sora was disappointed at the loss of heat and contact.
"I'll join you, then," he said with a smile. At Riku's tortured look he laughed. "I won't seduce you, I promise. This will strictly be about getting clean."
"Your mere presence is enough to make me want you," Rikku informed him, clambering off the bed. "With you all slick and naked…well, I just won't be able to stop myself. Find your own shower."
Sora laughed, collapsing back on the bed as Riku made his way into the bathroom. He waited almost ten minutes before pulling himself up as well and going to the bathroom in the guest bedroom down the hall. He'd already started up the shower and stripped before he realized there was no shampoo. Letting out a groan, he wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way down the hall. He pushed the door open to the bathroom in his bedroom, the steam hitting him full on. He pushed aside the shower curtain and reached to grab his shampoo, resulting in Riku letting out a yell and almost toppling head over heels.
"Shit, So!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
"Sorry," Sora smiled sheepishly. "I needed my shampoo…" Riku rolled his eyes and grabbed the bottle off the shelf, shoving it into Sora's hand.
"You thrive on torturing me, don't you? You couldn't have put any damn clothes on?"
Sora laughed. "Sorry." He pushed the shower curtain closed and made his way back toward his own shower, the heat of the water having effectively steamed up the whole bathroom. He took his own sweet time in the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist and setting back to his room when he was done. Riku was lying on the bed when entered, an arm thrown across his eyes, dozing lightly. He looked relaxed and peaceful, which was enough to make Sora smile. He turned away, looking through the closet for something to wear, basing his decision off Riku's clothes. In blue jeans, a black zip-up shirt and a yellow vest, his lover seemed to be dressed casually enough, so Sora followed in suit. As he was pulling on his own jeans, the phone on the bedside table rang, jerking Riku from his impromptu nap. He didn't even bother picking up the phone, choosing instead to press the speakerphone button.
"I'm listening," he threw out as greeting, leaving Sora to roll his eyes as he pulled Riku's favorite blue shirt over his head. He wasn't quite sure why Riku liked it so much, it was just a long sleeved sky blue t-shirt, but he always insisted that it was his favorite.
"Hey Riku. Is my brother home?"
"Hey, Roxas," Sora spoke up, grabbing his shoes from the corner, where he'd haphazardly kicked them the night before and plopping himself on the bed to put them on. "What's going on?"
"Damn, am I on speakerphone? I hate it when you do that, Riku, it's annoying as hell."
Riku merely laughed from his position at the bathroom counter where he was applying eyeliner with apparent concentration.
"He doesn't care," Sora informed Roxas. "What's up?"
"I was calling to find out if you have any idea where we're going tonight. Axel refuses to tell me because he enjoys being a difficult asshole."
Sora bit back a laugh as he heard unintelligible, yet obvious protesting in the background.
"I don't know where we're going except out to dinner. Riku's dressed pretty casual, though, so it shouldn't be anything over the top. Of course, he is currently applying his guyliner and I'm wondering why, exactly, he's taking this extra step whereas he usually only does it when he plans on being Riku Silver, badass lead singer of The Organization rather then Riku Silver, modest husband to adorable ole me."
Roxas laughed. "We'll be in public. They don't belong to us when we venture past the closed doors of home. Once we enter the real world, they belong to the fans." Sora chuckled, though not especially happy. It was too true for comfort. Still, what could he do about it?
"Yeah…well, if you don't know what's going on I guess I better go. I'll see you later, Sora."
"Bye, Rox." He lifted the phone and set it back down to hang up before entering the bathroom to brush his teeth. Riku had moved on to running a brush through his tangled wet hair and he shot Sora a sideways glance as he did so.
"Does it bother you?" he asked curiously. Sora paused with his toothbrush halfway to his mouth, asking, "What?" before beginning to brush his teeth. The toothpaste tasted like peppermint. Yummy.
"That we can't go out without someone recognizing me. That I basically belong to the public?" Sora thought about it, leaving them in silence for a minute before he spit of the toothpaste in his mouth.
"I don't know. Most of the time I don't really care, but sometimes I guess it bothers me a little bit." He stuck his toothbrush back in his mouth(!) to avoid elaborating, brushing his teeth with a new sort of vengeance. Riku was silent for a few minutes and finally Sora couldn't help but explain himself. "I mean, I guess every once in a while I get annoyed by the people who are convinced that they're your best friend because they 'know everything about you' or the ones who throw themselves at you at every given moment. I don't know how it doesn't annoy you, in all honesty."
Riku shrugged. "I don't know…I guess I'm just used to it. I know it's nothing real and I just keep a polite coolness. I never encourage anything, so it's not like you can actually be jealous, right?"
"I'm not really jealous, Ri. I know, at the end of the day, it's me that you chose and me that you'll go to bed thinking about. I guess I just…well, let's put it this way. What if I had at least ten people come up to me a day, acting like I was God's gift to mankind, offering to bear my children or take me to bed? Wouldn't that bother you a little bit?" Riku frowned, setting his hairbrush down on the counter as Sora finished brushing his teeth and rinsed his mouth out.
"Yeah, I guess it would. Sorry." Sora dismissed his apology with a wave of his hand.
"It's no big deal, Riku. You can't control it; it's just something I've come to deal with myself. It's part of the package of being with you, and I'm willing to deal with it because you're worth it and I love you." He rose on his tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on Riku's lips before turning and making his way out of the bathroom.
"Come on, slow poke. We're going to be late."
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A/N: Yup. This chapter wasn't especially mind-blowing, but I thought it had a few important factors, such as the opening scene and Riku and Sora's heart to heart just now. Let me know what you think, kay? 10 reviews! Hm…ten is fun number, but I wonder if I should up it to thirteen because I'm a dork like that…?
(!) Haha…when I originally typed this, I accidentally wrote "in his mother" instead of "in his mouth". When checking for typos just now, I noticed and laughed for a good while. Thought you ought to know.