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So... I think I rated this thing T when I started it... but now I have a confession.

I don't think it's going to stay that way.

At all.

I was writing this chapter, and I just kind of wrote and wrote and wrote... and when I stopped and looked back, I was hit with a BAMO scent of LEMON. I was never a HUGE CLeon fan, but I just kind of went crazy, and now I'm seeing the better side of CLeon. And a... well, more graphic side? Yeah. Not planned. But, if that's what my subconscious cooked up, I'm not going to put a limit to what pops into my head. :) I'm a rebel that way :P

So, for any Virgin eyes that don't want to be tainted... don't read the middle break where it switches to Cloud's point of view, ok? If you like that kind of thing, then by all means... read on :3

:3 Enjoy!

Ten Reasons Why I was Never Voted Most Popular:

A list by Zexion Heart

1. I was the last one picked in sports due to my lack of athletic ability. Anything short of turning a book page was too much work for me.

2. I didn't have the patience to put up with the screaming fan-girls who loved to try to befriend any gay or bi man in a twenty mile radius. I was reduced to whacking them over the head to get them to leave me in peace. Seemed to egg them on.

3. I did not conform to mainstream clothing or music. I still listen to classical even though the creators are long since deceased and my clothing is basically hand-me-downs.

4. I detest people in general.

5. I am an all around quiet person in a town where the lowest decibel is LOUD.

6. My last boyfriend beat people up for a living and though they couldn't hate him… they could certainly hate his lackey who stood by and read while he administered his beatings.

7. I informed girls who asked that their butts were indeed entirely too large.

8. When I do like someone, I generally treat them like they don't matter.

9. When I don't like someone, I generally treat them like they don't matter. It's a lose-lose situation.

10. Like Roxas I find myself prone to violent thoughts when people get under my skin. Unlike Roxas, I manage to keep my thoughts to myself, but I am always entertained with the way he verbalizes what I keep quiet. He makes me smile a little, on the inside.

Zexion stared long and hard at the page in front of him as he tried to concentrate on what he was reading. No matter what he did, he found himself reading the same sentence. No matter what he did, he found himself reading the same sentence. No matter what he did, he found himself reading the same sentence. No matter what he did, he found himself reading the same sentence.

Gets old, right?

And what was the problem? Zexion looked up at the counter where Demyx was currently singing brightly along with the radio, unconcerned that he was attracting stares. His littlest sister, a girl whose name Zexion couldn't be bothered to know was wiping tables down, face troubled as she worked, her bangs falling into her face every now and then. As Demyx hit a particularly high note, Zexion's stare snapped back to him, and he found himself glowering slightly.

What was wrong with the mullet boy? Zexion looked down at his book before he took a slow, needed sip from his chai latte, and he leaned back into the creamy brown cushioned booth that was reserved for him. His attitude was a problem. Zexion almost couldn't stand the way that Demyx was always running on all pistons, hyper and singing along with every song on the radio. Honestly, who knew every song on the radio?

Demyx, apparently.

"Demyx… can you please keep it down?" Zexion asked quietly, eyes finding the dirty blonde haired boy as he worked. He'd noticed that even if he spoke softly, the kid's ears were tuned enough to the slightest sounds and heard every word he spoke.

It was flattering to be heard for once.

"Sure thing!" Demyx chirped, waltzing over and plopping himself into the booth right next to Zexion. Zexion frowned at the too close proximity but didn't remark on it, knowing that it would only make the kid feel bad. And then Zexion would feel bad and feel like he was supposed to apologize, but that was just stupid because Zexion didn't like the idea of actually feeling sorry for being himself.

For some stupid reason though he didn't want to upset the perky music playing coffee shop worker.

It had been a few weeks since they slightly overbearing worker had tried to sit next to him and get to know him, and for some odd reason Zexion didn't mind that every time he came in, Demyx would take a break and talk to him. He didn't seem to mind that Demyx would prattle on for an hour before he'd get up, quickly make a drink for a customer, and then rush back to continue talking about God knows what. He switched topics so quickly it was hard to decide how they meshed or their relevance. Demyx found importance in everything.

Oddly… refreshing.

But, it was strange. Zexion wasn't necessarily socially retarded, but he was a little out of practice. He didn't see a point in conversing with many people or talking about just anything that came to mind. And Demyx… found it relevant to talk with him about everything.

Usually, he would have made it clear he wasn't interested in another God-awful conversation, but like the past few weeks he couldn't bring himself to say no.

Oddly… disconcerting.

"Say, Zexion… I got a gig for a small bar in Radiant Garden this coming weekend." Demyx shifted awkwardly, shoulder brushing Zexion's uncomfortably for a second as Zexion looked at him, waiting for him to continue, but he didn't. What was his problem? Zexion let out a quiet sigh but nodded interestedly all the same. That was the one problem with Demyx. Every now and then he'd get awkward and shifty and it would be up to Zexion to get him to continue. It was like his mission, his job to keep him talking. He didn't even get paid for it.

"That's nice." He replied softly, actually a little interested despite himself. He'd not heard Demyx play his music before and apart from the out of key singing, Zexion wasn't aware that he could sing. What did he sound like when he actually tried?

"Yeah… and I- I mean, you don't have to if you don't- I don't want you to think that- I want-"

"What are you trying to say, Demyx?" Zexion asked, a little exasperated.

" I mean- what I mean to say- it's not- don't think that-" Demyx gripped the tabletop tightly in his hands, breathing a little strange.

"Just say your peace, please." Zexion grated out.

Demyx suddenly shot up from his seat, knocking the table askew with a grating screeek noise, the booth moving back some. His face was scrunched up as he suddenly began talking, his motions catching most everyone's attention in the shop.

"I'm trying to say that I want you to come and see me, and I know that you think I'm just the coffee boy here, and you hate that I sing badly when I work, and I know you think I talk too much and I'm too bubbly and that first day I ever talked to you I know you weren't saying what you really wanted to say but you were too nice to tell me off so you just let me sit here and talk even though you hated it, and I'm sure you're embarrassed to see me keep rambling when I do ramble to you, but you just let me and you listen when people usually don't and it's nice that someone here actually listens to me because people just let me talk, but you look at me like I'm saying something you want to hear, and I like that I can pretend that you want to hear it even if you don't, and I'm not asking for you to drop a lot of money on it, I'd pay if you like, but I really want you to see me sing when I'm not working because I think you'd really like it even though when I sing here I know you can't stand it, but that's ok because this is different and it's a mix of classical and acoustic and I know you like that so if you'd come to Radiant Garden I'd really, really appreciate it because I really want you to hear it." Demyx took a deep breath, his mouth open slightly, eyes wide. It was like he'd just spit out his entire inner monologue that he'd kept bottled up, and Zexion wasn't quite sure what to say.

So, he just stared for a moment at the blonde boy that was breathing in and out haggardly like he'd just run a marathon.

"… Sit down, Demyx." Zexion finally said, glancing around the coffee shop where everyone was staring. Demyx looked deflated for a moment but sat down, awkwardly fixing the table that he had nearly flipped. Zexion didn't like the way that he looked like he'd been kicked, and he struggled to find the right words. It wasn't like he was used to with talking to people! It was never easy to say words in real life the same way that they could be put onto paper.

"I… you don't have to come if you don't want to. I just- I thought you'd like to come." Demyx said quietly, eyes on his hands in his lap. Zexion frowned, tilting his head slightly. When did he say he didn't want to go? Another problem… Demyx jumping to conclusions. Sighing, Zexion shook his head.

"I'd like to go." Zexion informed him calmly, nearly jumping back as Demyx's head snapped up and he stared at him with shock. Demyx was gawking at him like he'd never seen him before, and it was a little unnerving. What, did he think he'd shoot him down, flat? He wasn't that rude, no matter what people thought.

Ok, so he was, but that was beside the point.

"You… you would?" Demyx asked, leaning in and invading personal space like he always did. Zexion nodded, lips closed firmly tight so that he didn't ask him to move back. He also didn't like the way that his stomach was doing slightly unnerving flips. Why would it? Something to ponder later when he went back home to study for classes…

"Oh! Wonderful! I'll pick you up on Saturday around 4:00, ok?!" Demyx laughed brightly and suddenly leaned in, pecking Zexion lightly on the cheek before he was gone, bounding through the worker's back door and leaving a very stunned blue haired boy in his wake.

"Did he just…?" Zexion reached up to touch the spot on his cheek that Demyx had kissed, the soft skin only a fraction warmer than the rest of him. For reasons unknown to him, he smiled softly and realized that he kinda liked it.

Not that he'd admit that out loud.

Ever.

But still… it was nice, all the same.

Cloud knew he needed to answer the door. After all, he was the only one home; it made sense that he should answer the door that kept shaking under the force of someone banging on it. That someone had been banging on the door for about five minutes straight, and Cloud was pretty sure they weren't going to go away if he ignored them… they knew he was home alone. How did they know? Cloud wasn't sure… but he heard them calling his name, and knew the voice. How could he not know the voice? He'd recognize it anywhere.

Leon never was one for giving up.

Really, it wasn't like it was the end of the world if he ignored the door, right? Maybe Leon would keep banging. Maybe he would stop and leave, knowing there was point in trying to talk when Cloud was done talking. Hell, he might just sit on his door step and wait to pounce on him… Cloud wasn't sure. It had been weeks since they'd talked. Was it five? Was it six? He couldn't keep track.

It was like trying to keep track of days without breathing.

"Open the damn door!!" The banging continued, and giving an irritable growl, Cloud rose from his spot on the couch and made his way over to the door, wrenching it open and opening his mouth to give Leon the chewing out of his life.

He wasn't given the time to draw a breath.

Leon's lips crashed against his with enough force that he stumbled back, slamming against the wall behind him with a back breaking force. Lips stole his gasp of pain away as hands dragged across his shoulders and then encased themselves around his wrists, splaying him against the wall and preventing him from moving.

Not that he'd want to move anyway.

Lips fumbled heatedly over one another, desperation pouring out as Leon pressed himself as close to Cloud as he could get, his touch torturously wanted and hated at the same time. Legs were intertwined and hips were flush against one another, lips greedy and wanting, tongues twisting sensually together as they fought for control over one another, Leon letting out a throaty growl as Cloud bit him with more intent than a love nip.

Cloud could hardly think. His mind was spinning with the thought of Leon's hands sliding down his wrists and caressing his skin, leaving small burning tendrils that made his knees tremble and a small gasp attempt to escape. He felt like he was being slowly tortured, his need building as Leon began slowly grinding his hips, another growl lacing beneath a soft groan from the brunette. God… it was so right.

Leon deepened the kiss, his hands trailing down Cloud's chest and snaking around his hips, yanking him forward while pushing his head back, teeth nipping and sucking and biting, roving over his tender neck with an animalistic passion that made a moan build in the back of Cloud's throat.

He didn't make a sound.

It was almost too much to bear with the way he was rolling his hips into his groin, hitting the one spot he knew Cloud couldn't resist. His blunt fingernails were dragging across his too thin t-shirt slowly, hands making their way down to the edge of the cotton before he removed his mouth long enough to lift the shirt up and over Cloud's head with a quick yank, his body closing the distance just as fast as it had been removed. Cloud felt his lips parting to let loose a low groan, but before he could utter a sound Leon's lips crashed back to his with such a need that it took his breath away and left him silently gasping into his lover's mouth, hands reaching up to tangle themselves into thick, dark brown hair.

Leon let out a low growl as he shoved his tongue into Cloud's mouth and began moving it in and out, keeping time with his grinding hips as they moved slowly, agonizingly up and down, hands gripping Cloud's hips like a life force. Cloud felt a noise growing, but he stamped it down as he kissed back with all the feeling he could muster, pulling Leon closer like he could somehow mold himself against him, tugging at the thick and unruly strands in a way that made Leon moan into his mouth as he moved.

Cloud didn't make a sound.

Leon began to grow frustrated, his motions becoming a little harder, a little more painful as he struggled to make Cloud react verbally, his hips pressed tightly against Cloud's pushing roughly against him as his mouth before he moved downward, harsh kisses against his throat and collarbone, teeth nipping at the skin and making Cloud squirm and struggle against him, driving Leon crazy, making him wild with desire, his movements becoming a bit more rough, a bit more sloppy.

But Cloud didn't make a sound.

A growl ripped from Leon's lips as he worked his way down, sliding his lips across Cloud's chest and then lower, fingers hooking around the tops of Cloud's jeans and slowly pulling them down, temptingly, teasingly. Cloud's head rolled back, his breath coming a little short as he fought to stay silent, fought to stay in control of the way his mind was slowly losing its grasp on things, his thoughts preoccupied with the way that he wasn't stopping his pants from dropping, he wasn't stopping Leon's lips from ravaging his boxer line as teeth slowly pulled the cloth down, his green eyes smoldering as he looked up to see Cloud's eyes shut tight, his face contorted in pleasure, his teeth clenched shut as he attempted to stay quiet.

Leon would have to fix that, then.

"Don't make me beg, Cloud." He said softly, hands reaching up to grip Cloud's hips tightly. "It doesn't suit us."

Cloud remained quiet.

Letting out a growl of irritation, Leon gave a slow shrug before a smirk grew over his lips.

"Have it your way, then." He said as he moved forward and encased Cloud's entire erection, sheathing it completely to the back of his throat and swirling his tongue around.

Cloud let out a low, agonized moan.

He could feel Leon smirking, he could almost feel the pride radiating off of him as he slid his lips down and then back up, guiding Cloud forward with his hands on the blonde's hips, eyes on the his lover's face. Cloud's eyes were still shut, but his mouth was slightly open, swollen, tempting. A soft whine escaped his lips as Leon moved back up, teeth grazing the skin slightly as he dragged back, smiling when Cloud gasped and bucked into his mouth, hands clenching the air uselessly by his sides.

His mouth opened and closed wordlessly as Leon ravaged him, feeling him begin to become desperate, hands tangled in his hair and almost commanding him, pulling and tugging as Leon moved with him, taking pleasure in the way he could make Cloud react so verbally, low moans blending with, "Yes, please…" and "Oh, right there,". No matter who else the blonde had been with, Leon knew Cloud only reacted this way with him.

"Leon, harder." Cloud begged, and Leon moved faster, his own need growing, his fingers digging into Cloud's hips a little too tightly, but Cloud could care less. He could hardly control the way he was practically throwing his hips into the motions, his eyes shut tight and his throat contracting and tightening as Leon continued sucking and nipping.

"Mmm… please, more." He moaned before he suddenly stiffened and his eyes flew open. "L-Leon!" He gasped, his body convulsing as he came into Leon's mouth, the brunette greedily moving all the way up and pulling himself as close as possible.

Slowly and carefully Leon moved back down, swallowing as he released him and kissed his tip lightly, tenderly.

"I missed that." Leon whispered against his skin, stirring Cloud back up despite himself. There was silence, save for Cloud's slightly ragged breathing, his body already recovering from the moment, his eyes finding Leon and turning him on a little. Leon smirked sexily, kissing him everywhere he could before he was standing back up, lips against Cloud's, a hand gripping his slightly growing erection and pulling him forward, flush against him again. Cloud let out a slight whimper of pleasure, fingers once again finding their way into Leon's hair as Leon's free hand cupped his face almost tenderly. Leaning in slowly, he brushed his lips softly against Cloud's illiciting a soft whimper.

"Am I… interrupting something?" Cloud jerked back with a gasp of surprise, his back hitting the wall again and his hand flying to his mouth as Leon whirled around, blocking his lover's exposed body temporarily.

They had forgotten to close the door.

Sephiroth stood in the doorway, a small, bemused smirk playing about his face as he observed a flushed and angry Leon that was giving him the worst glare imaginable. There was the tell-tale blonde hair behind him that gave an indication as to what exactly was going on, and the shirt that lay on the floor was quite obviously Cloud's.

"Yeah, you're interrupting something. How about you just-"

"Wait on the couch for a minute, ok, Seph?" Cloud stooped down and swiftly fixed his pants to that when Leon jerked around to stare at him with shock and anger, Sephiroth wouldn't get an eyeful. Sephiroth gave a small smile and a nod before he flicked his long silver hair back, making his way around the corner of the entrance to go and sit on the couch. Cloud avoided Leon's gaze as he stooped down to pick up his shirt, fixing the twisted fabric and pulling it back on over his head. He avoided the stare that made his skin prickle and his breath hitch, and he didn't look when Leon gave an impatient growl and shifted his hip, waiting for an explanation.

"Well…?" Leon said in a remarkably calm voice. Cloud shifted and refused to look at him.

"Sephiroth and I have another date…" His voice trailed off and he became interested in the pattern of dots on the hardwood floor, never really noticing them until now. They were so nice to look at… why shouldn't he look at them? He'd never appreciated the way that they helped him create a distraction in his mind so that he didn't have to look at the one man that seemed suddenly desperate to get him to look.

"Oh, you have another date? That's nice… that's really nice." Leon's voice became sharp with anger. "So, you're just leaving me like that?" Cloud didn't look up, his hands hanging uselessly at his side, his eyes slightly glassy looking.

"I… I don't think it's like that… you came here and- and it's not like I knew- you just showed… and I can't just tell him- I mean, you didn't-"

"Cloud." Leon interrupted impatiently. Cloud didn't respond, blue eyes fixed on the pretty patterns the dots made on the floor. "Cloud, look at me." Cloud didn't look up though, his fingers suddenly clutching his wrinkled t-shirt at the hem, inwardly blanching as he remembered that just moments ago another set of hands were busy ripping said shirt off of him.

"Look at me, Cloud." Two fingers hooked underneath his chin and lifted it up slowly, making cerulean blue eyes clash with a set of pine green. Cloud fidgeted but didn't look away as he bit his bottom lip nervously.

"Do you want him here right now, or me?" Leon asked in his husky, low voice. His face was devoid of anger, but Cloud could see it in the depths of his eyes and in the way that he didn't sound angry. He was trying to sound patient and understanding, and that showed how angry he was. Cloud gave an inaudible gulp as he shifted from foot to foot.

"I- I don't-"

"Because if it's me," Leon continued patiently, "then we can send him home, and we can talk."

"Talk…?" Cloud asked weakly.

"Yes, talk." Leon's voice was calm and assuring. It was like he wasn't angry, but Cloud could see the way his free hand was clenched at his side. He was fighting to stay calm.

"We don't… talk." Cloud managed to force the words past, his eyes closed as he spoke, missing the way Leon's mask broke at that, pain evident before he managed to force it away.

"We can talk, Cloud. I want to talk."

"Really…?" Cloud bit his lip, uncertain.

"Or, if you want him, then I can leave, and you can go on your date." His hand moved up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Cloud's ear. Hearing Cloud's breath hitch lightly, he gave him a small smile that he only showed when he knew no one else was looking.

"I… you know what I want." Cloud said softly, clearing his throat and taking a slow, deep breath. He had to get back in control. He had to stop sounding like a child. He had to make Leon love him, dammit!

"I'm not so sure of that, anymore." Leon replied conversationally, shifting so that he was lightly pressed against Cloud, chest to chest. The blond found himself having difficulty breathing normally at that action, but he fought to anyway.

"I always made it clear how I felt." Cloud felt torn, half angry and half turned on, his mind vaguely reminding him that Sephiroth was in fact in the room right around the corner, waiting for their date and waiting, might I add, quite patiently. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to push Leon off of him and leave, just like he hardly managed to push him away when he'd attacked him so viciously just minutes ago.

He'd welcomed that kind of violence, though.

"And you're angry because I haven't." Leon clarified, keeping his hand cradled against Cloud's cheek. Cloud felt that his skin was flushed, and he knew his cheeks were probably a bright red, but Leon didn't seem to notice that. His green eyes were still staring straight through Cloud like he'd never seen him before.

"Don't make it sound like I'm a selfish, spoiled brat. It… hurts. You wouldn't know that though, would you?" Cloud snapped. Leon let out that small smile again.

"I'll let you in on a secret, Cloud." Leon whispered, leaning in, knowing full well the effect he was having on Cloud. If Cloud had felt more in control of the situation, he would have glowered because of it.

"I've never, ever done that to any other man. It's only you that I like screaming my name." He whispered huskily into his ear, his hand dropping to grasp the front of Cloud's pants. "And if that's not an indication of how I feel, I don't know what is." Cloud bit back a gasp and pushed Leon back, his eyes darkening with anger as he twisted the hem of his shirt angrily.

"Yeah, I get it, you love the sex." He spat, sliding slightly to the side, a little closer towards the living room where Sephiroth was still waiting patiently, unconcerned. Leon watched him for a moment, noticing the way that Cloud's hands were clenched at his shirt again and his face was a mix between pain and anger. Then, Leon let out a low sigh, shrugging like he didn't care.

"It's how I show my affection." He replied nonchalantly. "Regardless… that's not what I wanted to say. Right now, Cloud. Tell me right now… who do you want more?"

The silence bit back in, gnawing at the occupants of the small entrance to the house, Cloud once again suddenly having a staring battle with the dots on the floor, wanting to voice is thoughts, wanting to push past the awkward, wanting to look up at Leon and rush into his arms, but he didn't. How could he? One moment he's moaning Leon's name and on the receiving end of a blow-job with the front door open for all passerby to see, and the next he's pushing him away? How wrong was that? He should say something. But, he kept his lips firmly closed, knowing how bad it would look, how bad it would be if he didn't speak up.

But he didn't make a sound.

Leon wasn't stupid. Cloud watched as his face took on a knowing, resigned look before he straightened his clothing, face slowly becoming devoid of all emotion.

"No need to say a word, Cloud. I see how this is." Stepping back, he raised an eyebrow and nodded towards the living room where Sephiroth was still waiting patiently, hands folded in his lap like a gentleman. "I hope he's screwing you better than I ever did. Must be the reason why you're doing this." He opened the door all the way, back turned to Cloud, shoulders stiff and straight with anger. "Give me a call when you're ready to grow a pair and finally talk to me again." Leon closed the door quietly behind him, not bothering to slam it, not bothering to make a great, big show.

And that hit Cloud the hardest.

Numbly, he made his way to the living room where Sephiroth sat with a small smile gracing his face as he saw that he'd quite obviously won that little underlying contest.

"Should I ask?" He said softly, patting the spot beside him. Cloud ran his hands over his face, feeling just like he was a dirty, nasty scumbag. And in truth, he was. Well, for the moment. Getting a free blow-job and then kicking out the guy who gave it to you was pretty scum-baggy, in Cloud's humble opinion.

"He… I didn't mean for that to happen." Cloud said numbly, hands flying back to his shirt hem. "I know you're probably about to just get up and leave, and I get that, but I can promise you I didn't even know that he was going to come, and that was certainly not a part of my-"

"Hey, easy, easy." Sephiroth pulled him down and pecked him lightly on the cheek, unknowing that that action was the last thing Cloud wanted. He could still feel Leon's lips all over him, leaving bruises with his touch. "I understand. He's trying to break this up… that's not your fault."

"I should have just stopped it." Cloud muttered.

"Old habits die hard. There aren't any problems now, right?" Sephiroth raised an eyebrow and smiled as Cloud nodded firmly.

"No problems."

"Alright then! Are you ready to go, babe?" He asked conversationally, standing up and grabbing Cloud's hand. Cloud managed a forced smile, his eyes a little duller than before as he nodded.

"Yeah… let's get the hell out of here."

"Anywhere you want to go. No need to say a word." Sephiroth smiled and began pulling him towards the door.

And Cloud didn't say a word.

"So, what are we going to do today?" Sora asked as he bounded ahead, dragging Riku after him by the hand, laughing brightly. He'd finally gotten a hold of Riku after a couple of days of not seeing or talking to him, and he was going to milk it up for all it was worth. Why had he been gone? Hell if Sora knew. But it was better that he was here with him now, right? At least he'd come back, right? Right.

In his head, it sounded a whole lot more convincing than it did as you read it, trust me.

"I was thinking we could go to the park." Riku offered, but Sora shook his head. The park was boring… there was nothing you could do at the park. And it was a generic place to go in Twilight Town since it was in the center of town and the beach was across a stretch of nothingness that you had to take a train to get to. Park was cheap.

"How about…" Sora's eyes sparkled deviously and he looked over at Riku's suddenly nervous face. "we sneak past old cid's property down to the watering hole and go for a little swim?" Riku stared at him incredulously, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open slightly.

"Sora, love, that's… dangerous. And illegal." Riku said this slowly like he was talking to a small child who didn't yet know the difference from right and wrong. Sora just giggled and continued walking at his fast pace.

"I know! Isn't it exciting?!" Sora giggled at the image of them sneaking around and going swimming in the lake with the moon out and the fun he'd have when he'd tackle Riku and throw him down and strip off his clothes because he was so tempted to be close to him and Riku would be the one squirming and moaning him name. Sora didn't know what it was like to be on top, and he wanted to find out.

"We could get arrested." Riku warned him, trying to stop his fast paced walk. Sora wouldn't be deterred though and began dragging him, giggling as Riku let out an undignified squawk and stumbled after him to avoid hitting his ass on the pavement.

"That's the best part." Sora gushed, turning towards the direction of the Twilight Town line where Cid's farm resided. Not only was he the garage owner but he ran a small alfalfa hay farm with 1000 acres out of town.

"I don't have swim trunks." Riku tacked on lamely, tripping to keep up. Sora flashed him a devilish grin that made Riku a little worried but a little turned on too.

"Who says we need swimming trunks?" Sora asked with an impish grin. Riku stopped in shock, inadvertently ripping Sora back and into him and staring at him with wide eyes.

"Are you implying that we-"

"I don't think I was implying anything." Sora said aloofly. Riku stared a second longer before he smirked and leaned in close, nose almost touching, and Sora forgot how to breath. Thankfully, his brain didn't need his help and kept him from passing out.

"Suddenly breaking and entering doesn't seem so bad." Riku whispered as he let his nose glide along Sora's skin and he made his way towards his neck where he kissed a tender spot and Sora shivered. Skimming up he gently bit his ear and smiled as Sora's breath altogether stopped and he shivered.

"In fact," He whispered, hands finding Sora's hips, "in fact I think we should go there. Right. Now." Sora let out a breathy chuckle before he pulled away and grabbed Riku's hand, winking.

"Then we'd better not stop here or we'll never get there!" He chirped, turning to continued his earlier pace. Now his plan would work! Riku would see how amazing Sora was with him, and he'd stop whatever business he had with the mystery texter who loved Riku too. Riku must love Sora more than mystery texter, right? Afterall, it was Sora who was breaking and entering so that he could show Riku how much he loved him.

Yeah, he was better than mystery texter. That old sap just texted. Sora could walk, talk, and chew gum at the same time!

But when he looked down the sidewalk his heart stopped and he found that he couldn't move breathe, or chew his gum. At all. In fact, all that he could do was gawk, his jaw dropping with a small pop. Behind him, Riku gasped and stopped as well, his jaw dropping once again. Ah, a record. Two jaw drops in less than ten seconds.

"Is that-"

"I think it's-"

"But what are they-"

"I don't think-"

"He actually let him?"

Neither of them could make full sentences. Sora and Riku could only stare in shock and surprise as they watched Axel guide Roxas down the sidewalk, their steps carrying them closer to Sora and Riku as Axel laughed and Roxas looked close to suicide.

"All I'm saying is that you should have tried to get to know my truck before you refused to get in."

"I pushed aside the cans on the floor and there were holes in the truck floor." Sora stared as Roxas sullenly walked next to Axel, ever the reluctant partner.

"But she rides great once you get past sixty. Can't even tell you're speeding." Axel grinned wryly and attempted to put an arm around Roxas's shoulder, but Roxas shrugged it off, his eyes roving away from the red head. They passed Sora and Riku like they didn't see them, and they continued talking.

"And until sixty?"

"It's a little shaky… it's a stick shift. Hey, how about we go back, you sit in the middle, and I work the stick shift between your legs? Bet that's shaky too." Sora's eyes bugged out of his head and Riku choked on his laughter.

"You're sick." Roxas angrily shoved Axel away from him.

"Hey, if you were in the middle then the shift would be between your legs… I wasn't making a sick joke." The wolfish smile said otherwise, and Roxas shoved him again.

"And you wonder why I'm keeping a table between us at dinner." Roxas snarled. Axel laughed brightly and ruffled the blonde's hair, not at all phased as said blonde shot him a dirty look. As they turned the corner Sora turned back to Riku and they stared at each other for a few moments before Riku burst into laughter and Sora shook his head slowly.

Five Reasons Why I'll Never Understand My Brother:

A list by Sora Strife

1. I've seen him drooling at a pack of razors with a hungry, angry look in his eyes.

2. He hates my obsession with Disney characters and once burned my pooh bear stuffed animal and laughed at me when I cried. Well, we were 5… but still.

3. He hasn't been in a relationship since Diz when there has been more than enough guys willing to go after him. Also is interested in guys, but doesn't act interested in anyone. Before Axel opened his mouth, I'd seen Roxas check him out more than once… but once he'd heard him speak he never checked him out again.

4. When he says he hates something, he secretly wants more of it. Takes Axel hitting on him as a compliment, but a sick one. Would probably miss it if it stopped. Well… maybe he wouldn't, but I think he secretly likes it.

5. He just walked past me with the stalker (whom he despises with a passion) who's been after him for over a month to get into his pants. Would assume pod people took him but that scowl was a bit too real to be a pod person. Will look into it after Riku and I get finished with… some things…

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Yeah... I warned you! :) I didn't know I was a closet CLeon fan... but now that I know... it's all good.

And next chapter! An ALL YOU CAN EAT AkuRoku special! The catch? Reviews! :3 and lots of them. I'm greedy like that...

And I was so bored today that I woke up around 9... and then at 4 I decided to shut off my Kingdom Hearts game to update this story. Obsessed much? Hmm... maybe. But in my defense, I'm sick :(

I'll update soon!