Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, or it's characters, or the characters of the other great games.

Warnings: Cursing and yaoi.

Pairings (At the moment): Sora and Riku.

Well now, onto the story...

Chapter One: Cute Little Dumbass

"2:23 AM!" The displeased brunette teen grumbled under his breath. He sighed and plopped his aching head back onto the uncomfortable bundle of uneven cotton, some called it a 'pillow'. He ran his slender fingers through his tangled brown locks. It felt like the room temperature was above eighty degrees, or maybe it was just his imagination. He knew school was going to start in four agonizing hours, so he buried his fevered face in a bundle of thin sheets. Exhaling, the teen threw his covers to the side and jumped out of bed, padding his feet harshly out of the room. "I need to call Riku..." Sora mumbled sickly, holding a hand to his head.

Sora lead his heavy-felt body down the stairs, hanging onto the railing as he trudged through the house. He didn't know it took so much effort to just get downstairs and to the phone. Of course, nothing was easy when you had a fever and it was 2:30 in the fucking morning, pitch dark outside where you lead yourself through a danger-filled house.

Crickets chirped lightly outside in the dark, Sora heard them clearly, as if they were right next to him. He groaned, holding his eyes shut and gritting his teeth at the gnawing pain in his head. Even the simplest sound made his head pound, he blinked his eyes a few times, they began watering slightly.

"Man... I feel really sick..." Sora sighed, dragging himself along the cool wall, hopefully leading to the phone.

And in surprise, he knocked down something that started to hum at him loudly, making the sickly brunette grit his teeth and quickly pick it up, and slam it back on the table. Sora sighed heavily, he brought his hand to his forehead again, using the other to promptly feel around for the phone, and then fumble his fingers over the number keys.

Sora poked at the numbers, careful not to make any mistakes. He wasn't in any condition to have his ear blown up from some angry person yelling out his throat through the phone. The phone hummed gently in his ear, ringing every second until a murmured "Hello?" answered sleepily.

"H-Hi, Riku?"

"Ya?" The teen on the other line yawned.

"Can I ask you a favor?" Sora whispered weakly.

"Um, well who is this?" Riku asked dully.

"It's S-" He coughed. "So-ra..." He sniffled. 'I guess I'm... Sicker than I thought…'

"Oh, Sora. Are you okay?" Riku sounded a bit worried.

"I'm not too sure, but I'm really hot..." He mumbled, "Would you, um... Mind coming over..?" He asked sheepishly.

"S-Sure, Sora." The teen uttered quickly, "I'll be there in a minute."

"Okay... Thank you, Riku." Sora said, smiling. "Bye."

"Bye."

Riku sighed, clicking the 'OFF' button on the phone, and rubbed his eyes. He stretched, grunting softly and threw off his comforter, looking down at his boxers to find an 'unwanted sight'. He groaned frustratingly, ignoring the bulge in his pants, and pushing his legs over the edge of the bed, and trudging tiredly over to his dresser.

Pulling out a pair of black silk boxers, he put his thumb in thin clothing he had already hugging his slender waist, and unclothed them. He hopped into the black ones and moved over to the closet, pulling a tight black t-shirt and loose fitting cargo pants. Pulling the shirt and dolling up the pants, he didn't bother to busy himself with shoes, and Sora only lived down the street, so he just trailed into the bathroom.

Riku flipped on the light switch, the sudden rays of light surprised his sensitive eyesight for a few seconds. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, blinking, and stood in front of his reflection to find a lean boy of 17, he had creamy pale skin which looked very good with his aqua-colored eyes, a well-toned body, and a ruffled up head of silver hair. Riku was always worried about how his hair looked, he couldn't stand for it to be messy. So he stroked his brush through his soft, pearly locks a few times, running fingers through his amazingly silky hair to style it a bit. Then the teen flicked the faucet knob to cold to wake himself up a bit, splattering his face with drops of icy water, and wetting his hair a little, and burying his face in a towel. Finally done with that, he stepped out of the bathroom, pushing down the switch and pulling the door with him.

"Hn, why am I trying to look so good for just Sora? I mean... it's JUST Sora, my thickheaded friend." He chuckled a bit and slid his fingers through his locks again, "My very cute and innocent friend..." He murmured to himself.

With that thought, he closed his eyes and thought of Sora with nothing on but boxers, on his bed, all innocent looking and those crystal-blue eyes wide in wonder. Riku drooled at the thought and shook his head, "Shit! I gotta get to Sora's!" He hissed in the dark, running down the stairs and out the door with his house keys, shutting and locking the door behind him quickly.

Sora sat on the ground in front of the window, all cuddled in blankets. His face was a pale bluish-white in the moonlight, he stared at the floor, his eyelids drooping. He sneezed softly and sniffled, groaning and waiting for his friend to hurry and get his ass over here. Riku always seemed to know what to do at times like these, times when Sora was either sick or sad, Riku would always comfort him. He sighed thinking of those days where he lied in Riku's lap while Riku let him nuzzle to his chest. Sora got a bit aroused thinking of when the last day when he was hurt and Riku was helping him get better...

Flashback

Riku wanted to go take a shower, bad. He hadn't had one all day, too busy helping Sora. Not that he minded helping him bathe, eat, and put on his clothes, but it was a hassle. And so, Sora let him take a little break and relax in his shower.

"You can use my shampoo and soap, sorry if you don't like the scent." Sora went on sweetly his face a blush pink because of his small cold, "It's cucumber melon scented, I think it smells really good..." He smiled, giving Riku the cute "I'm-So-Innocent-And-You-Know-You-Love-It" look. Riku chuckled, rubbing the back of his silken hair, "Yea yea, I know, you love fruity smells." He grinned and patted Sora on the back, "'Kay, just make a big crashing sound, or fall down the stairs and then be sure to knock some loud stuff over to get me to come out of the shower." He laughed at his joke and jumped up, padding to the bathroom, Sora grinning at the back of his head.

Hearing the bathroom door shut, Sora firmly hopped up and let the sheets drop to his feet, and he tiptoed to the bathroom door, hearing Riku humming to himself.

"I bet he's fixing his hair before he gets in the shower..." Sora held onto a laugh in his throat.

Listening for the shower water to start running, the hyper brunette whined quietly, shifting in his spot. Finally, the call to his prayers answered and the water began pattering at the shower floor, and after hearing the sliding of the shower curtain, he waited for half a second, impatiently, and slowly, but quietly, opened the door. Having a mischievous grin, he poked his head through the cracked door and quickly slipped in the bathroom, steam was building up from the shower, and the sweet scent of fresh-cut cucumbers and melon syrup was floating around Sora. He sighed and parted his lips a bit, inhaling the thin mist, and exhaling slowly. The brown-haired teen felt a growing warmth below as he thought of Riku in the shower, all... Wet. Drenched in soap, his hair coated in Sora's favorite scent, now the teen couldn't hold back.

Sora looked for his step stool, he knew he used it when he was shorter before to reach for things on top shelves, he stuck out his tongue in thoughts of his shortness and grabbed the step stool, dragging it quietly in front of the shower curtain. He swiftly, and soundlessly, jumped on and peeked over the shower rail, seeing the top of Riku's head. He whined mutely and stood taller, not on tiptoes just yet, and saw his wet-gleamed face and neck, his eyes began to fog over. Then on his tip toes, seeing his tan, toned chest, and loving it.

Sora knew this was wrong, he shouldn't be spying on his friend, especially while he's in the shower. But... He couldn't help it, he has had a crush on Riku for as long as he can remember. But, was it wrong to like Riku, a boy? Sora didn't know and ignored the question that commonly rattled in his mind, he didn't care, but what if Riku knew? How would he react? Would he hate Sora for liking him in this sort of way? Sora prayed that he wouldn't, but he was way too ashamed to ask, and even more to tell! So, he kept all thoughts about Riku... His Riku... Or what he wanted him to be. But, they are his thoughts, so it didn't matter either way.

Sora was dazed to see his sexy friend's chest, let alone the fact he was all steamy and wet and in his shower! His mouth opened slightly as Riku started to play with his hair creatively with his fingers, beads of water trailing down his cheeks, neck, and chest. The occasional groan from the relaxing feel of the water. Sora was in heaven. And was too in 'his world' to notice that Riku was finished and turned off the water.

Finally, and a little too late, Sora noticed if he didn't move now, he'd be caught, and extremely embarrassed. So, he panicked and squeaked lightly, hopping down, pulling the stool to where it was, and then mistakably tripping over it. Riku slid the curtains open, sighing and looking around curiously to what had made such noise.

He mumbled to himself, "Geez, Sora I wasn't serious about the 'Crashing and falling down the stairs' thing." He laughed quietly and threw a towel over his head, moving in slow, circular motions.

Sora stared wide-eyed, both aroused at the sight, and horrified that Riku would find him. He didn't have enough time to get to the door, and if he stood up, way too much noise! So he did the thing you would most expect Sora, the witless blonde-at-heart boy to do, hide under the bathroom carpet. Yeah. And that's exactly what he did, Sora grabbed the carpet that was in front of him and slapped it down over his body, hoping Riku wouldn't notice the lump on the floor that had clothes on, and half covered with a carpet. First thing Riku noticed...

The mirror and his hair.

Of course, now Sora didn't seem so irrelevant, Riku fixed his wet locks, moving loose pieces over to the side and then brushing it 'til it was perfect. But, then he did notice that there was a lump in the carpet and he looked at it for a moment, speechless.

"Umm..." Poking at the lump with his foot, "Sora... What are you doing in here..?" You hear a muffled squeak and then a muffled reply. "Mmi was jus looking fo' my..." Silence, and he pulls off the carpet, "Step stool! Yea... I needed it to...Uh... Step... Higher... Heh." He said embarrassingly, his face deep red.

Riku stared wide-eyed at Sora, while Sora feeling like a complete idiot, slouched up, staring at the tile, Riku started cracking up and he hit Sora on the back.

"Ha ha ha!" Riku laughed still, Sora, feeling a bit better, grinned sheepishly up at him. "Y-Yeeeeeaaaaa..." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Holy 'effing shit... I'm in the bathroom, with Riku, who's laughing at me, and is naked... He, hopefully, probably doesn't even notice I'm looking, but god damn..." Sora thought, turning pink. "W-ell, I'd better get to, um, using this stepping stool to get that thing I needed! Sorry!" Sora grabbed the stool, and dashed out the door. "Wow, he's so... Adorable when he's embarrassed... That boy is so..." Riku rubbed the back of his wet hair, just shaking his head at Sora.

End Flashback

Sora laughed at himself, he was so brainless at times, but maybe Riku liked that feature about him? Sora smiled, coughing, he huddled in his comforters to get warmer because, damn... All of the sudden it went from cold to hot. He guessed he probably has a fever, no, knows he does. Sora stuck his tongue out and made a 'Bleeeeh!' noise. He hated being sick, then again, who liked to be sick? He coughed again, and sniffled, why does he get so sick? Sora groaned and held his head down. Then he jerked it back up, the color that was left in his face drained when he heard a knock on the door. But it returned when he remembered Riku was supposed to be here. Sora sighed with relief and jumped up happily. Even in this condition, knowing Riku was here he could pull off not even looking sick...

Well, how was that? I say it was a long chapter to me, and I enjoyed typing it way too much! x3 Thank you for reading, I will update as soon as possible, I enjoy this story...