Drabble post
Jan. 14th, 2007 07:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rahmiFandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters: Sora, Riku
Pairings: OT3 (Sora/Riku)
Drabble 2: Victory
The minute Sora actually took in a deep breath, instead of cheerfully not breathing because he was in a hurry and breathing took up time, he knew he was going to regret coming to Riku's house.
Riku was cooking. Riku was cooking something that smelled like chocolate, and Sora froze in the doorway to the kitchen and thought, "Oh, God."
Then he ran through a mental list of what he could have possibly, possibly done to Kairi in the last few days to piss her right the hell off, because this was a really, really low blow for her. Weren't Princesses supposed to be above revenge and all that? Weren't they supposed to be noble and pure and not lead their knights into battles they couldn't win?
They were supposed to forgive you for things you didn't even know you needed forgiving for, Sora thought a little frantically. Not sweetly inform you that your best friend was looking for you and send you into torture!
"Sora!" Riku called just as he was contemplating the logistics of a brave retreat. Riku flashed a smile at him, small and almost shy because of course Riku got shy when he was cooking, and Sora could no more walk away from that look then he'd been able to back down from a battle with the heartless. "C'mon in," Riku said, and Sora kind of choked at the thought of going any closer, "You still like chocolate, right? Mom told me this recipe would be perfect for you."
And because Sora loved Riku a whole heap of a lot more than he loved chocolate, and definitely more than he loved his sanity, he forgot about his plans for a noble retreat and slunk into the room. "Only freaks don't like chocolate," he told Riku, "Freaks and people named Kairi."
"People named Kairi are freaks," Riku said fondly, then, "The cake needs to stay in the fridge for a couple hours, but I've got some leftover mousse."
He tried very, very hard not to notice the chocolate goodness in the bowl Riku was motioning to. Sora tried. But he did notice when Riku's eyebrows drew up in confusion a moment later, so he rubbed a finger around the inside of the bowl and sucked it clean with a forced grin. "It's good," he said, and meant it. The problem wasn't that Riku was a bad cook.
The problem came in when Riku smiled like that and dipped his own finger into it and licked it clean like that.
The problem was that Riku wore his hair in a messy bun while he cooked and Sora wanted to lick that spot, the one on the back of his neck where the stray strands slithered back and forth.
The problem was that Riku thought both he and Kairi were too damn young to be thinking anything like that, even though they were only a year younger than Riku himself, and had forbidden either of them from so much as kissing him until they graduated high school. Which wouldn't be for another eight months. That was the real problem, Sora knew.
It didn't matter that it made sense, what with Kairi's dad kind of iffy about her hanging out with them anyway, and Riku's mom frantically wringing her hands and murmuring about statutory rape when they'd finally worked up the nerve to tell her. It made sense, but it was still a problem.
"Hey, you okay?" Riku's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and back to the place where Riku was talking around the finger still in his mouth. "It can't be that bad."
"Nah, it's awesome," Sora said, and blinked hard before looking away.
"Then what's with that face?"
Sora let his eyes wander across the kitchen, spotlessly clean except for the bowl of chocolate frosting stuff in front of him, and shrugged. "Nothing," he said, before inhaling and letting his eyes turn back to Riku. "Your hair's really messy."
Riku stared at him for a long time, then smirked and shook his head. "You're really weird, Sora," he muttered as he picked up the bowl and covered it with plate, "Maybe people named Sora should always be freaks too."
He wanted to protest when Riku turned to put the bowl in the fridge, but that gave him a perfect opportunity to do at least part of what he'd wanted to do since he'd walked in, and he'd already established that it was Riku he loved, not the chocolate.
Sora reached out and ran one finger across the skin just above Riku's collar, feeling the way soft hair caught against the weird callouses he'd developed using the keyblade. He felt Riku freeze for a split-second then shiver, grey hair trembling against his fingertips like it was something alive; Sora swallowed and stepped away before he could do anything else.
Riku went still again before he calmly put the bowl into the refrigerator and turned around to pin him with a raised eyebrow. "You need something, Sora?"
The first answer to that wasn't something he was going to say to his best friend. Ever. The second was a little better, but slightly more pornographic. Sora heard Riku snort out a breath as he tried to figure out something to say that wouldn't end up with him making a fool of himself and finally settled on: "I think I need to go apologize to Kairi."
Because Kairi knew what it did to him to see Riku moving around the kitchen like he didn't have a care in the world, like he would never, ever think about leaving; Kairi knew and she'd sent him anyway. So, yeah, she was ticked about something.
"Why?" Riku's face scrunched up in mild puzzlement, "You do something to her?"
Sora looked at Riku, with his hair up and a streak of chocolate on his shirt, barefoot because he always complained it was too hot in the kitchen to wear socks while he cooked, and felt like screaming. "I must have," he said instead, and let Riku puzzle that out as he stared his full. If he couldn't retreat, he'd take whatever small victories he could get, even if looking made his fingers itchy. His tongue too.
How does one have an itchy tongue, Sora wondered idly as Riku continued to purse his lips and think, and what does one do to scratch it?
He was really, really glad that Riku chose that moment to speak up again, because the image that answered his thoughts was not helping. At all. "You gonna go then?" Riku asked.
"I'm good," he told his friend. Sora stretched to try to get his body to behave, leaning up on the balls of his feet as he pulled his arms over his head then tucked them behind it in the same motion. Riku was watching him when he opened his eyes, green eyes half-hidden behind his messy hair, so Sora smiled at him and scratched at the back of his head. "'Sides, I gotta wait for the cake to cool, right?"
"Yeah," Riku said, and grinned in the way that always made Sora's stomach feel like he was super-gliding towards the ground at high speed, "Cool."
More like torture, really, but Sora was strong. He could handle Riku in his full out cooking glory, messy hair and messy clothes and bare toes curling and uncurling absently on the linoleum floor as the cake cools in the fridge. No problem.
Riku reached up a hand to shove hair out from under his collar, quick and absolutely clueless, and Sora had to quickly look away and revise his opinion.
He was strong. He could handle this.
Maybe.
Characters: Sora, Riku
Pairings: OT3 (Sora/Riku)
Drabble 2: Victory
The minute Sora actually took in a deep breath, instead of cheerfully not breathing because he was in a hurry and breathing took up time, he knew he was going to regret coming to Riku's house.
Riku was cooking. Riku was cooking something that smelled like chocolate, and Sora froze in the doorway to the kitchen and thought, "Oh, God."
Then he ran through a mental list of what he could have possibly, possibly done to Kairi in the last few days to piss her right the hell off, because this was a really, really low blow for her. Weren't Princesses supposed to be above revenge and all that? Weren't they supposed to be noble and pure and not lead their knights into battles they couldn't win?
They were supposed to forgive you for things you didn't even know you needed forgiving for, Sora thought a little frantically. Not sweetly inform you that your best friend was looking for you and send you into torture!
"Sora!" Riku called just as he was contemplating the logistics of a brave retreat. Riku flashed a smile at him, small and almost shy because of course Riku got shy when he was cooking, and Sora could no more walk away from that look then he'd been able to back down from a battle with the heartless. "C'mon in," Riku said, and Sora kind of choked at the thought of going any closer, "You still like chocolate, right? Mom told me this recipe would be perfect for you."
And because Sora loved Riku a whole heap of a lot more than he loved chocolate, and definitely more than he loved his sanity, he forgot about his plans for a noble retreat and slunk into the room. "Only freaks don't like chocolate," he told Riku, "Freaks and people named Kairi."
"People named Kairi are freaks," Riku said fondly, then, "The cake needs to stay in the fridge for a couple hours, but I've got some leftover mousse."
He tried very, very hard not to notice the chocolate goodness in the bowl Riku was motioning to. Sora tried. But he did notice when Riku's eyebrows drew up in confusion a moment later, so he rubbed a finger around the inside of the bowl and sucked it clean with a forced grin. "It's good," he said, and meant it. The problem wasn't that Riku was a bad cook.
The problem came in when Riku smiled like that and dipped his own finger into it and licked it clean like that.
The problem was that Riku wore his hair in a messy bun while he cooked and Sora wanted to lick that spot, the one on the back of his neck where the stray strands slithered back and forth.
The problem was that Riku thought both he and Kairi were too damn young to be thinking anything like that, even though they were only a year younger than Riku himself, and had forbidden either of them from so much as kissing him until they graduated high school. Which wouldn't be for another eight months. That was the real problem, Sora knew.
It didn't matter that it made sense, what with Kairi's dad kind of iffy about her hanging out with them anyway, and Riku's mom frantically wringing her hands and murmuring about statutory rape when they'd finally worked up the nerve to tell her. It made sense, but it was still a problem.
"Hey, you okay?" Riku's voice pulled him out of his thoughts and back to the place where Riku was talking around the finger still in his mouth. "It can't be that bad."
"Nah, it's awesome," Sora said, and blinked hard before looking away.
"Then what's with that face?"
Sora let his eyes wander across the kitchen, spotlessly clean except for the bowl of chocolate frosting stuff in front of him, and shrugged. "Nothing," he said, before inhaling and letting his eyes turn back to Riku. "Your hair's really messy."
Riku stared at him for a long time, then smirked and shook his head. "You're really weird, Sora," he muttered as he picked up the bowl and covered it with plate, "Maybe people named Sora should always be freaks too."
He wanted to protest when Riku turned to put the bowl in the fridge, but that gave him a perfect opportunity to do at least part of what he'd wanted to do since he'd walked in, and he'd already established that it was Riku he loved, not the chocolate.
Sora reached out and ran one finger across the skin just above Riku's collar, feeling the way soft hair caught against the weird callouses he'd developed using the keyblade. He felt Riku freeze for a split-second then shiver, grey hair trembling against his fingertips like it was something alive; Sora swallowed and stepped away before he could do anything else.
Riku went still again before he calmly put the bowl into the refrigerator and turned around to pin him with a raised eyebrow. "You need something, Sora?"
The first answer to that wasn't something he was going to say to his best friend. Ever. The second was a little better, but slightly more pornographic. Sora heard Riku snort out a breath as he tried to figure out something to say that wouldn't end up with him making a fool of himself and finally settled on: "I think I need to go apologize to Kairi."
Because Kairi knew what it did to him to see Riku moving around the kitchen like he didn't have a care in the world, like he would never, ever think about leaving; Kairi knew and she'd sent him anyway. So, yeah, she was ticked about something.
"Why?" Riku's face scrunched up in mild puzzlement, "You do something to her?"
Sora looked at Riku, with his hair up and a streak of chocolate on his shirt, barefoot because he always complained it was too hot in the kitchen to wear socks while he cooked, and felt like screaming. "I must have," he said instead, and let Riku puzzle that out as he stared his full. If he couldn't retreat, he'd take whatever small victories he could get, even if looking made his fingers itchy. His tongue too.
How does one have an itchy tongue, Sora wondered idly as Riku continued to purse his lips and think, and what does one do to scratch it?
He was really, really glad that Riku chose that moment to speak up again, because the image that answered his thoughts was not helping. At all. "You gonna go then?" Riku asked.
"I'm good," he told his friend. Sora stretched to try to get his body to behave, leaning up on the balls of his feet as he pulled his arms over his head then tucked them behind it in the same motion. Riku was watching him when he opened his eyes, green eyes half-hidden behind his messy hair, so Sora smiled at him and scratched at the back of his head. "'Sides, I gotta wait for the cake to cool, right?"
"Yeah," Riku said, and grinned in the way that always made Sora's stomach feel like he was super-gliding towards the ground at high speed, "Cool."
More like torture, really, but Sora was strong. He could handle Riku in his full out cooking glory, messy hair and messy clothes and bare toes curling and uncurling absently on the linoleum floor as the cake cools in the fridge. No problem.
Riku reached up a hand to shove hair out from under his collar, quick and absolutely clueless, and Sora had to quickly look away and revise his opinion.
He was strong. He could handle this.
Maybe.
