D is for Dirty

"Riku, you sod! Look what you did!" Sora shouted, pointing down at his lap. Thick blue and pink icing began to drip from his pants onto the couch he was recently sitting on.

"Now I'm all dirty..." He whined, standing up and heading to the kitchen so he could clean up. "Thanks a lot Riku."

Riku smirked and followed.

"You didn't have to do that Riku." Sora ranted still somewhat angry at his friend for making him spill his treat. He went to grab a towel that was laying innocently in the counter, but was stopped by a larger hand on his own.

Within a split second Sora was roughly turned around and hoisted onto the counter top, with Riku between his legs and needy hands on his thighs.

"Riku!" Sora squeaked blushing a dark shade of red. "What are you- Ah!"

The brunette was cut off by his friends tongue against the fabric of his jeans, just barely letting Sora feel pressure against his most sensative area. Sora moaned, running his fingers through Riku's hair and began to damn all the clothing designers to hell.

"You know Sora..." Riku whispered hotly only taking his face away enough so that he could talk. "Being dirty isn't all that bad."

E is for Erotic

"Come on Sora! What's taking you so long?" Riku shouted up the stairs, getting slightly antsy. Leon and Cloud were waiting for them outside in the car, they were all to go to one of the night clubs that littered their small town.

"No! I'm not coming out!" A muffled voice yelled back.

Sighing heavily, Riku started climbing the stairs. "Why the hell not?" Reaching Sora's bedroom door he found it locked. "Open the door."

"Because and no! I'm never coming out, go away!"

Riku felt his left eye twitch. This wasn't a good sign. "Why? What's so bad that you can't come out?"

There was a pause then a soft click, and Sora steped out of his room. Riku felt as if he couldn't breath as he took in his tan friends appearance.

The boy hair was fluffed up more than usual giving it the 'I have just been ravished and I want more' look. his eyes had the slightest hint of eyeliner making them seem bluer than they already were, and his lips. Ah, his lips, Riku noticed with a dreamy expression, were much fuller and so damn kissable. Raking his eye further down he could feel his already tight pants shrink with ease. Sora was wearing a sorry excuse for a shirt that showed off a lot of skin and hugged tightly to every curve of his girlish frame. His pants looked as if they'd seen their better days. They were lined with little rips and tears that showed off the delicate skin on his hip bone.

"Your not wearing underwear are you?" Riku suddenly asked.

"What...?" Sora blushed. "N-no-ah! Riku what are you doing! What about the other's?"

Shutting Sora's bedroom door behind them he pushed the younger teen into the bed. "They can wait."

F is for Fidgety

Riku could always tell when sora was lying.

Though it wasn't as obvious as people would think. He never cracked under pressure, his eyes never shifted guiltily, his facial expression never faltered, and his body would stay very relaxed. Never once would he fidget. Thus the boy could lie easily and get away with it, nobody being the wiser.

Except for Riku. Because he knew.

"Sora..." The silver haired demon breathed over his captures ear catching the sensitive flesh between his teeth, making the boy moan heatedly underneath him. Their bodies were close, too close that it felt like they were welded together. Perfectly.

The said boy whined pleasantly as wondering hands made their way down his torso, under his shirt, in his skin, but only to stop and play with his waist band.

"Riku...Don't tease."

"But Sora-chan," The older boy chuckled darkly, licking around Sora's navel. "You like it when I tease you... Don't you?"

The body underneath him tensed, "... No."

Lie.

G is for Go

It wasn't unusual for Sora to wear Riku's clothing, but that mostly consisted of barrowing a simple sweat-shirt on occasion when he was cold. Though once or twice he'd wearone of the older boysshirts that wouldbe a little to big, even then there was always the subject of pants. Or at lest some form of leg wear.

But there was nothing.

At all.

Just.

Bare.

Skin.

"Sora."

"Yeah, Riku?"

"Go. Room. Now."

H is for Heart

"Riku! Lookie what I made for you!" Holding out a simple piece of paper he wait 'till the said boy took a hold of it.

Sora smiled as he watched his lovers facial expression change dramatically from that of nothing to an 'aw'ed smile.

"So, do you like it?" He asked excitedly holding onto the other teen's free hand, intertwine their fingers.

On the paper was a drawing of what had to be a chibi Sora, the dead give away being the hair, and he was holding out a heart in his hand. Though where his heart should have been was a blank silhouette, indicating that it was taken out.

Riku smile a true smile and felt tears well up in his eyes. Turning to the brunette he leaned down and captured his lips happily.

"I love you, Sora."

I is for Impatience

Riku was never one to do something out of impulse, he just wasn't that kind of guy. He always had to have a reason to what he was doing. He'd leave all the impulses to Sora, 'cause that was just how the kid was. Rational thinking was one of is inner friends.

In most cases.

"Riku! Not now, I'm at- wrmphk!" Sharp intakes of breath were heard throughout the small town’s library as most of the towns people looked in with shock. Little kids eyes were shielded by parents over protective hands as the scene grew more intense, with Sora still trying to get Riku off him.

"Dammit, Riku!" He yelled slugging the silver haired offender in the arm roughly. "Couldn't you wait 'till I got home!"

"... No."

J is for Jealous

'Why does math have to be so hard...' Sora whined mentally to himself, tapping his pencil on his bottom lip, then sliding the eraser tip into his mouth.

Riku growled.

"... H-huh?" The brunette stuttered taking the pencil away from his mouth to look up at his friend. "What?"

The older boy didn't say anything, just glared.

Shrugging, Sora went back to infuriating math problems. Once again bringing the utensil up to his parted lips and holding it there.

He didn't have time to look up when the silver haired youth growled again as Riku lunged forward, knocking them both backwards onto the floor.

"Wha-?" Grabbing the pencil from Sora's mouth he threw it across the room and claimed the younger boys lips with his own.

Breaking apart, both boys breathing equally as hard, Riku taped Sora's mouth with one of his slender fingers. "This," He said circling around the younger’s mouth. "Is mine. No one and nothing can touch it but me."

K is for Kitten

"Riku, can we please get a kitty?" Sora pleaded, wrapping his arms around his silver haired friends neck.

It wasn't the fact that Riku hated the little animals, far from it in fact. He loved to watch the adorable ways they would clumsily chase around a toy mouse, or the way that they would paw at every dangling string that purposely (or not) hung in front of them. They were cute creatures, but he knew that if he ever let Sora get one all the younger boys attention would be on the kitten.

Not him.

And that would be a problem.

"No, they would piss all over the place." It was a liable excuse.

Sora pouted, lifting himself up so that his legs were wrapped securely around Riku's waist. Leaning his face closer to the other teens making there lips ghostly touch. "Please...? I promise I'll take care of it."

Before Riku could get a word in, the brunette licked at his lips and started to slowly roll his hips into the older boy. "... Please?"

Riku's mind was beginning to fog and he knew that he would cave in eventually. He smirked as an idea formed in his head.

"I'll let you get a kitty, if and only if you will were that skirt Selphie got you for Christmas twice a week for a month."

Sora cringed, but nodded.

"Without undergarments."

Of coarse if he was going to give something, he mise well get something in return.

L is for Like

"Hey." Sora said climbing ontop of Riku's lap, and making himself comfortable.

"Hey." Riku said back, wrapping his arms around Sora's waist, and nuzzling into the bruennet's neck.

"I like you."

Riku laughed, "I like you, too."

The younger teen gasped cutely and turned around in Riku's lap so that he was facing the other boy. "Really...?"

"Yes, really."

Sora smiled planting a soft kiss on Riku's lips. "We should so date."

"I couldn't agree more." Riku said pulling his friend into a more suitable heated kiss.

O is for Obvious

Sora smiled to himself as he watched his silver haired friend out of the corner of his eye. The current said teen was litterly gawking at him like a starved animal with rabies. Not even having the consideration to make it less apparent to the people around them. Sora could have sworn that if Riku's mouth was not indeed closed he would be drooling everywhere.

Now to a passing person who was just looking only at his face would have probably thought 'What the hell is that kids problem...?'

But to Sora it was obvious.

The tent in Riku's pants was the best indication.

Smiling outwardly, Sora continued to lick at his favorite iced snack.

For now anyway.

P is for Pressure

Through all his years of being alive, never had he felt so pressured. Not even when he gave into the darkness had he been this confused. The heavy beating in his chest, the slight swaying back and forth of his body, the little voice in his head all but shouting at him to just lean forward and get it over with. All of it was to much for him to handle.

"... Riku?"

The pressure was building throughout his body feeling like it could suffocate him. His chest heaved as the silver haired teen took in a deep breath and gave in.

The smaller of the two giggled as they separated. "You give in to easily Riku."

"What can I say, Sora? You're the worst kind of pressure there is."

Q is for Quest

It was like a fairy tale.

Riku would bear the short journey across the lands.

Over coming any obsticle that stood in his way.

At times he would slay the fire breathing dragon that kept him from his precious destination.

He would climb to the highest room of the tallest tower.

For once ever so often he would let a small smile play on his lips as he looked over the treasure he knew was rightfuly his.

Running his hand down smouth tanned skin, he brings his treasures lips to his own.

His treasure awakens and grants him a life filling wish.

"I love you Riku."

The quest for Sora.

R is forRedo

Sora feel into the safety of the familar comfort of his matress, his breath heavy and body tingling from one after the other mind bloggling climax. His whole self felt tired and worn out, but he was sure he could die happy right then and there.

"Gods, Riku..." He panted, reaching up to run a hand through his best friend- boyfriend's silver hair. "That was... Was-"

"Great." Riku finished with a trade mark smirk, cupping the smaller teens cheeck in his palm.

Sora closed his eyes from exhaustion and nodded his head, a true smile formed on his lips. "Yeah..." He agreed. "Great."

As Riku looked down, more than satisfied with his good job and tiring his normaly hyper friend, he couldn't help but feel a deep flutter in the pit of his stomach. It was actualy this part in which he loved the most. Just the knowledge that he was the only one that could do this great of work on Sora, to see his best friend in the after glows on their love making. It made Riku so very happy.

"You know, Sora..."

"Hmm..." Was the half attempted sleepy reply from the brunette.

"I don't think I like 'great'."

Sora peeked open an eye. "Huh... ?"

A preditor grin spread itself over Riku's mouth, as a hand found it's way down Sora's tanned chest. "I think we should shoot for something higher."

Sora quirked an eyebrow, confused at where this was leading. "Like?"

"I say we do it 'till it reaches 'fucking fantastic'."

S is for Sin

It was...

The way their bodies moved together as though they were one entity.

The simple feel of burning sloppy kisses along the neck and onto softly curved lips.

The feeling of completion at it's most desirable breaking point.

It was...

Their breath that mixed together as their faces drew closer and closer together.

Their eyes that met for that split second telling a tale of want and need.

Their hands that touched every delicious peice of bared skin that was offered.

It was perfect.

So perfect, it was a sin.