[Thank you everyone for being so patient. I think this chapter took the longest, just getting it started. It's just a little drabble I guess. Not much, but once again, necessary. I hope it was worth it!]

When Sora woke up next morning, he was sore beyond belief. He got up carefully to keep from waking Riku. He stretched gingerly; his hips and legs felt like vaults of lead.

He winced as he walked slowly downstairs. Last night had been rough, and he wasn't just talking about his argument with Riku. At least his relationships with both his dad and Riku at least had been resolved for the time being.

Sighing, he sat down at Riku's breakfast bar with some difficulty, dreading what was to come later that day. He was getting annoyed at having to be the ambassador between the two. The cereal that was strewn across the floor when Riku's temper flared was still there, as was the box.

He couldn't decide what he wanted for breakfast so he figured why he thought about it, he would go ahead and clean up the fallen cereal. He was in the middle of crouching down on the kitchen floor when Riku unexpectedly pounced on him. He gasped in surprise, falling face forward into the kitchen floor.

"Ow, Riku," he whined, rubbing his forehead. Riku smirked above him. He hoisted Sora to his feet, chuckling low in his throat. "You're not the maid, Sora. You don't have to clean up my mess."

Sora smiled sadly. The thought of having to face his father could not seem to leave his mind.

"I know. I was just trying to put my mind at ease," he admitted.

Riku looked at him cautiously. "Why?"

"Because, we have to face my dad today. And you need to be on your best behavior," he said, seriously as Riku rolled his eyes.

"I will if he does."

Sora narrowed his eyes at him, frowning. "How old are you again?"

Riku smirked. Sora sighed then winced as his legs throbbed.

"What's wrong?" Riku asked, all humor gone from his face.

"It's okay. I'm just really sore," he said.

Riku's eyes widened. "Are you okay?"

Sora nodded reassuringly. "Let's just get some breakfast and go outside for a little bit before we have to go to my house," he suggested.

Riku nodded his approval. "I'll just make some pancakes or something."

Soon, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of sweet pancakes covered in sticky syrup. Riku managed to find some fresh blueberries to add into the batter. As he and Sora ate, they were content to listen to the humming of the fan above them.

Once they were done, Riku pulled Sora into his arms and kissed him, their mouths tasting of syrup, their lips sticking to each other's for a split-second. He pulled away, seeing Sora's flushed cheeks.

"We should have pancakes more often," Riku commented. "Your lips taste even better with the added flavor."

Sora sighed as Riku kissed him again, but Riku would have none of that. He set him down and began leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and collarbone. "You…worry…too much," he said between kisses. Sora arched his neck, giving him more room.

"I just want this day over with and done."

Riku reached back to his lips and kissed him, his hands cupping his cheeks.

"But for now, just relax. We're not going over to your place yet and we have the whole morning to put our minds at ease," he said, stroking his cheekbones.

Sora sighed again and nodded in defeat. With Riku around, he had no time to mope.

Riku pulled him along until they reached a flat plateau of sand. Riku didn't give Sora time to worry about later. To him, now was now and when later came, they could deal with it then. Although sometimes it did good to take his mind off of his present problems, Sora found that Riku's lack of consequence often left them in a worse situation then they were in.

But even these thoughts that were flooding through Sora's head were stopped abruptly as Riku planted kisses down his torso and navel, his tongue swirling against his tan skin, savoring every inch of it.

He whimpered as Riku left his waist and the boy looked into his eyes, a wide grin across his face.

"You might want to recover a little from last night before we do anything else," he said, smirking.

Sora gasped, pouting his lips and turning away from Riku in the sand.

He felt the boy's teeth graze his ear lobe and he shivered. "Relax Sora," he breathed. "Everything doesn't have to be about sex and your dad, you know. Just lay back and enjoy the peace and quiet."

"There's no peace and quiet when you're all over me," he retorted.

Riku laughed softly and laid in the sand, motioning Sora to join him. Sighing, he complied and rested his head against Riku's defined chest.

He hummed softly in his chest as he stroked Sora's hair with his fingers.

The sun was high in the sky before they spoke or moved again. "I guess I'll have to apologize," Riku said.

Sora played with the strings to his shorts. "I guess you do."

"But I'm going to tell him straight up we're together and there's nothing he can do about it."

"Riku," Sora warned. "You can at least find a nice way to say it."

"Like how?"

Sora turned on his side and kissed the contours of Riku's abs. "You can tell him what you told me. 'I love you.'"

Riku shifted uneasily. "Like he would take to that any better."

"Well, it's better than saying 'oh sorry, me and your son screwed last night. I hope you don't care,'" Sora mocked in a deep voice.

He felt Riku laugh beneath him. They were quiet for a little longer before Sora spoke again.

Shyly, he traced his finger across Riku's chest, making his own little maze around the boy's muscles. "Why was that so hard for you to say?" he asked quietly.

He felt Riku's eyes bore into the back of his head.

"I don't know," he admitted, tearing his gaze away from Sora. "I guess…I was just afraid of hurting you more. Or maybe I was afraid of rejection. It could have been anything."

"You weren't scared of commitment or anything?" Sora inquired.

Riku chuckled. "We're not getting married Sora. We're not husband and wife. I have no problem committing myself to you. Physically, emotionally. That was never a problem. You've always been my first priority."

Sora felt his heart skip. He flashed a small smile.

"Why did you ask that?" Riku asked curiously. Sora shrugged his shoulders, watching his finger.

"I guess I was just making sure it wasn't cause…you know?" He looked up to see Riku staring questioningly, lovingly into his eyes. "It wasn't cause you didn't want to."

Riku shook his head before the sentence even fully left Sora's mouth. "Of course not."

Flush crept upon Sora's face. "I think we should go," he said after another long quiet minutes.

"I think you're right," Riku said, getting to his feet. He pulled Sora up and hung his arm loosely around his neck.

"What's with the sudden enthusiasm?"

Riku shrugged, leaning down to kiss Sora again. "I guess I'm just tired of having to hide everything. It's about time I've come out of the closet, as you like to say."

Sora stifled a laugh.

"Yes, I guess it is time to come out of the closet."

[So, a little shorter than the others, and a little fluff I guess. Hopefully not too boring, & I hope it was worth the wait. Or at least worth a little. The next chapters should be much better. I hope you guys liked it! Please review & tell me what you think!]