AN: Well gang, I have returned. And I have to say: This week has been one of the longest of my life. But of course the weekend will go fast because I have midterms to worry about next week. -Disdain- Wish me luck y'all, and leave lovely reviews to boost my self-esteem please. There is some exciting news: I got Raised By Wolves: Matelot. Which is the sequel to Raised By Wolves: Brethren. If you haven't read it before, then GO READ IT!!!! I'm not kidding. If you search for it online, you can find a few chapters to read, and believe me it's long but so worth it. (But Volume 2 is better cuz there's more smex :p) Reviewers!

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I hated days like this; no raining on a Sunday should be some kind of law or something. There was never anything to do except stare out the window and reflect on everything that makes your life shit; which was what I was doing.

Last weekend had been the day that I like to refer to as "The Sleepover Incident". Sora had left like normal and we'd said goodbye like normal, but since then I've been…well, not avoiding him, per se. Let's just say I was always making sure I was busy when he came around.

It was sort of unfair. He had been asleep throughout the whole thing and didn't remember a thing. His bright blue eyes and overly-bright smile would seek me out day after day and all I could do was turn away to hide my blush and fight away memories to keep an imminent hard-on away. So you can see how it was easier to simply make no contact.

I sighed as I watched the raindrops hitting the window. I could see Sora's room just out of focus, but nobody was in it. I wasn't surprised. Sora was probably somewhere with Kairi. Roxas…hell, whoever knew where Roxas was anyway? The kid was an enigma in himself.

I think I might go mad if I keep doing this much longer. Like I said: Raining on Sunday should be a federal crime. When there's no school to distract you, thoughts just keep coming like a broken dyke.

I threw myself back on the bed to stare at the shadows on my ceiling from the rain. Things were so complicated. Sora was oblivious, but it was still a bad idea to do that kind of thing to him. While he was asleep, no less! Not only could that be construed as a sort of rape (I think) but there was no way I could get the images out of my mind.

Unbidden, the memories came to mind clear as a bell. I could still smell his wonderful scent, could feel the slide of my hand against his length, feel the pulsing as he came…because of me. I had taken him to climax. My hand had brought him pleasure and no other. It was an exciting thought.

Reliving it, I again felt my hand sliding past the elastic of his boxers, coming into contact with hot flesh that practically jumped into my hand and twitched with nearly every movement.

It took me a few moments to realize I was stroking myself instead of Sora, but when I did I had no intention of stopping. I reached climax with thoughts of Sora and quickly scurried to the bathroom to wash myself off.

As I was scrubbing thoroughly to erase all traces of it, I couldn't help feeling slightly guilty. That wasn't the first time I had jerked off to that memory, and though it was enjoyable it almost felt like I was taking advantage of my best friend. Each time, I felt like it was happening over and over again and each time I could have stopped it but I didn't; I let it go on. The sickest thing about it was that I knew if someone else were ever doing that kind of thing, I would have kicked their asses by now.

Looking down at myself in disdain, I realized I desperately needed a shower. I hadn't had one in a couple days. Quickly shucking out of my shirt and pants, and throwing them into the clothes hamper, I turned the small shower on and climbed in.

I quickly turned the temperature knob on the wall so that the water was coming out scalding hot. I sighed in contentment. There was nothing better than a hot shower on a rainy day.

I picked up a white bar of soap and began to wash my body thoroughly. It was nice sometimes to get away from everything and just clean myself. In the shower, not much else occupied my mind except the task at hand. I couldn't think of a single way this could be any better.

Unless Sora was in here with me, my mind whispered.

I frowned at the thought and looked around as if it were a physical thing I could see. I didn't want those kinds of thoughts right now. Right now was about me cleaning myself, and it would not turn dirty.

Sora was wet, naked and glistening under the showerhead in front of me. Slim hips swaying unknowingly, just begging to be grabbed and fucked. I would wrap an arm around his waist, whispering how beautiful he was into his ear, before roughly gripping him in my hand…

I shook my head to clear the vivid daydream from my mind and scrubbed harder with the soap. I refused to let myself be swept away by this. No way.

But my resolve wavered a bit when I had to wash the most sensitive part of my body, which was already half-hard. Just one touch with the soap and another daydream flooded my mind.

When he had come, he spun around, managing a devilish grin through his flushed cheeks and the sated look in his eyes. He sat me down on the edge of the tub and knelt in front of me seductively, his blue eyes never leaving mine…

I groaned and sat down on the edge of the tub, as my legs had suddenly become rubbery and I felt dizzy. I had never had daydreams so erotic before. But I had to stop. Someone might hear me. I buried my head in my hands and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. But as soon as I closed my eyes, they started up again.

Sora was kneeling in front of me, lips around my cock and putting that talented tongue to very good use. My hands were buried in his hair and I was muttering something even I couldn't understand, punctuating it every once in a while with a muffled groan. He had taken to rubbing his hand up and down my thigh as he worked and, though it was a simple act, it sent tingles through my skin and left me feeling much too warm.

When I reached climax, I had to cover my mouth with both hands to muffle the loud shout. When I was finished, Sora lifted his head to look into my eyes, a bit of my essence still on his lips. Smiling, I reached out and brushed it away before pulling him to me and kissing him roughly.

I opened my eyes and found that I had indeed come, and the evidence was on the wall only 2 feet in front of me. Luckily, nobody came into my bathroom and even if they did…well, it's not like it's unexpected of me.

I washed my hair quickly and got out, wincing at the sudden cold air. I grabbed a towel from the rack and began to towel myself off, thinking. What could have brought on those daydreams? It might have been because of what happened recently, but…it's strange, I don't think that was really it.

I sat down on the toilet while I toweled my hair and closed my eyes. Immediately, another image played on the back of my eyelids, like a movie for my brain.

Sora and I got out of the tub, toweling off quickly. I watched him, enjoying the way his muscles bunched and loosened as he moved around to dry off every bit of skin. I wanted to touch him so bad, so I did, laying a hand on his small shoulder. He looked at me questioningly, but I only smiled and grabbed his towel, starting to dry off his hair.

"You have to dry it properly," I said. "You don't want to get a cold, now do you?"

He smiled and let me do what I wanted to. When I felt it was dry enough, I leaned forward and caught him in a passionate kiss.

"I love you," I whispered against his lips.

Sora gripped one of my hands still on his head and kissed the fingers.

"Me too," he said.

I was surprised to find my face wet when I opened my eyes. That had definitely not been about sex or desire, or whatever you chose to call it. That was about me, and Sora, and what I desperately wished to happen. I wanted so much to hear him say those words, to want him to want for me to give him pleasure, to kiss him to my hearts content…everything I knew I could never have.

It just wasn't fair.


I made my way downstairs, fully dressed even though I had no intention of going out, in search of food to fill my empty stomach.

The first thing I noticed when I entered the living room was that my parents were sitting on the couch together. My heart swelled with joy. They were together, and they weren't fighting. Maybe they had worked everything out.

The second thing I noticed was that Larxene was in the room too, sitting in an armchair next to the couch.

Unfortunately, the third thing I noticed was that nobody was talking, and everyone wore a solemn expression.

My dad looked up and spotted me standing on the stairs, one hand still on the banister.

"Riku," he said, "Could you come down here please? Your mother and I have something you need to hear."


I'm not sure how exactly I ended up there, but I soon found myself on Sora's doorstep. I didn't knock or ring the doorbell, I just…sat there. In the rain. I couldn't make myself go inside and even if I could…

"Riku?"

I didn't look up. I recognized the voice anyway. Who could ever mistake it?

"Riku, what are you doing here?" Sora, clad in a jacket with the hood pulled up so that only a few spikes showed through, knelt in front of me, blue eyes swimming with concern.

For some reason, I could only stare at him. Even now, even when I was at my lowest point, I could only stare at his beauty and wonder if he even knew what I was thinking about.

"Have you been crying?"

I shrugged. Maybe I had been. I hadn't noticed because of the rain. "I don't know," I answered truthfully.

Sora reached a hand forward and brushed what I assumed to be tears from my eyes. "Riku, you look awful," he said. "You should come inside. You'll catch your death out here."

I shook my head. I doubted I could move even if I wanted to.

"Well then you should at least have a jacket," he said, starting to stand up.

Suddenly, I just blurted it out: "My parents are getting a divorce."

Almost as if stunned, Sora returned to his previous position, searching my face to, I suspected, determine if I had really said what he thought I said. After that, the words kept coming and I told him the whole story until I started to shiver violently.

His arms were around me in an instant, like a protective cocoon. My arms instinctively were around his waist, and even though I knew this was a serious matter, I couldn't help reveling in it.

"Why do you always do this, Sora?" I said without thinking. "Why are you so good to me?"

Sora pulled away from the embrace to search my face again. "Because, Riku, you're my best friend. I love you."

I couldn't help it. Those words from his mouth were enough to make me lose my mind, and soon I had pulled him close, wrapped in my arms, my lips pressed against his.