Sooo not finished as you can plainly see but I'll get around to it. I swear I will... I just need some time and MORE GAMING! Huh... I actually fail at that too. Guess who failed the Guitar Hero tutorial? And I freakin' PLAY guitar. Geez I fail at life... That and my mom thinks she's an Ostrich and my dad wants to fight Chuck Norris - epic fail or not?

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Fuelled by the thought of Riku kissing someone else and the guilt and embarrassment he felt so exposed there in the graveyard he pulled himself hastily away, azure eyes fixed firmly on those of his 'attacker' he brushed at his moist lips as if to try to rid himself of the thought there was something there moments before. Standing before him, Riku watched in feigned surprise at his rejection however he did not seem remorseful in the least. Instead it seemed that that little brush of denial had spurred him on that much more judging by the increasing bulge in his lower abdominal area. Licking his own lips leisurely he grinned playfully much to the surprise of his watcher who had very rarely seen his friend show him this side of him especially in such a risky situation. Riku parted his lips to speak but only the whispers of the night could be heard surrounding them. In the distance a werewolf howled loudly as the celebrations roared on. Sora frowned – he was both relieved and disappointed that he was not to be part of that right now. Catching his spaced look Riku listened also but did not take his eyes from the younger or the friends as he advanced once more. "They're not coming here Sora. We have the whole night ahead of us. Just like it used to be like." Something of a predatory growl escaped his lips as he said this, watching his 'victims' move until the very opportune moment. Sora pressed his back against the cold cement of the nearest tombstone but alas Riku was far too quick with his actions pressing almost forcefully against him removing any safe exits. Transfixed and dazed about what was happening the blonde stared fearfully up at the towering figure willing to do just about anything demanded of him but that nagging feeling in the back of his mind refused to shift any time soon. "B-but no Riku! Don't look at me like that! You've already had Kairi!" He replied firmly pouting ever so slightly.

Riku chuckled and leaned closer towards him completely dismissing his words of protest as he traced the soft jawline of the keybearer with his tongue… it seemed he was bearing at least something of a key anyway and it wasn't in his hand. Reaching the nape of his neck he nibbled lightly and traced his hand coyly down the steadily nude chest that was smooth to the touch but only lukewarm. It was almost impossible to maintain a normal body temperature in the world of the dead. It was almost like touching a Vampire… sort of. This time, Sora did not protest however his face was as red as King Mickey's was that time when he had dared him to drink Absinthe until he passed out. Cute in a terrifyingly sick way considering that even suggesting Sora resembled King Mickey was beastiality. Sora shuddered beneath his fingers and slid against the tombstone to the bristly dead grass beneath them.