Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink, Riku thought bemusedly, as he lounged on his pool float. But then, that’s not true. All I have to do is snap my fingers, and Vincent will come running to bring me water straight out of the Alps if I ask for it. He rolled his eyes. I hate it here. He glanced at his father.

Sephiroth was doing his laps, his powerful arms cutting effortlessly through the water as he swam, his long hair trailing behind him. He and Riku were the only ones in the large indoor pool.

He looks like a mermaid, Riku thought, and snickered. His eyes wandered to the clock on the wall of the natatorium. I can’t believe it’s only six o clock. I feel like I’ve been here for years. This is the lamest Saturday ever. He sighed. I wonder if Sora is doing any better. He had been thinking about Sora constantly since the moment he left, saying their casual goodbyes at the front door, but all the while the intensity of the real farewell they’d shared seemed to settle on them like a blanket. I wonder if ma knows. She probably does. He glanced at his father again. He can’t know, or he’d be bitching at me right now. Riku rolled onto his side, thinking. How am I going to get rid of Jake, though? I guess I’ll worry about it when I get back and make sure that Sora didn’t chicken out on me. He grinned. I still can’t believe he finally gave in, after all these years. I guess it’s true what they say about hard work and perseverance paying off in the end.

Sephiroth quietly grasped the edge of the float and flipped it easily, rolling Riku over the side.

THE FUCK?! Cool water suddenly flooded into Riku’s every bodily orifice, prohibiting breathing, and making him feel downright uncomfortable. His float forgotten, he scrambled to an upright position and began to tread water. “What the hell was that for?!” he snapped, shaking droplets from his face.

Sephiroth stared back at him, unfazed. “You have the privilege of enjoying a splendid twenty-five yard indoor pool, in the privacy of my home gym. There are no screaming whelps, nor obscenities in bikini suits, nor incompetent lifeguards whistling for you to get out of the pool every fifteen minutes.” He sighed heavily and smoothed back his hair. “Yet, you do not take advantage of the situation.”

Riku rolled his eyes. What a nutcase. “I am taking advantage of it. I’m lazing around on my ass, doing nothing. If I tried that shit at a public pool, I’d get drowned.” His eyes narrowed. “And apparently the same goes for here.”

Sephiroth waved a hand. “That is your own fault for letting your guard down.” His face took on a serious expression. “The moment you let your guard down, is when the threat is the greatest, because you do not see it coming. I did not become head of my own company by letting my guard down.”

Somehow, Riku kept a straight face. Don’t make me gag. “Come on,” he protested. “I thought I was on parental visitation, not at corporate boot camp.”

Sephiroth smiled dryly. “I can assure you that if such a wonderful place existed, I would’ve sent you there a long time ago.” He retrieved the float and gracefully climbed onto it. “Now,” he said, arching an eyebrow in challenge. “Let’s see how many laps you can do without stopping.”

“What the hell for?!” Riku snapped, agitated.

Sephiroth folded his arms behind his head. “It will give me some clue as to the physical state your mother has been keeping you in.”

Leave her out of this! Riku scowled darkly. “For fuck’s sake, she’s not a drill instructor, okay?!”

Sephiroth waved a hand. “Profanity will not excuse you from this exercise. Begin.”

Muttering expletives under his breath, Riku moved to the edge of the pool and leaned against the wall. “Can I swim on my back?”

“You wish.” Sephiroth replied. “Breaststroke or butterfly only. No dog paddling, either.”

Riku sighed and laid his face in the water. On the count of three, he pushed off from the wall, propelling himself as far as he could. He began to kick his legs, chopping the water with his hands as he went. Between strokes he lifted his head briefly for air, feeling his body protest this sudden state of physical strain. After what felt like ages, he reached the other side of the pool. Nimbly, he did an underwater turn and pushed off for the other side. This lap was even harder, his body feeling as though it was weighted at the joints, his muscles burning. He thought he would die when he finally touched the tiled wall. Exhausted, he stole a glance at his father.

Sephiroth watched him calmly, with no discernable expression on his face.

Fucking smug bastard, Riku thought. Come on, I can at least do one more lap… Sluggishly, he pushed off from the wall, and willed his limbs to cooperate. Unfortunately they were not inclined to acquiesce his request, as he soon found himself sinking below the surface. Oh shit! In a panic, he took a deep breath and instantly regretted it. As he sank, he was somewhat aware of a splashing sound to his left, but it didn’t fully register until he felt strong arms grabbing him under his armpits. How embarrassing…

Sephiroth calmly carried Riku to the edge and hoisted him out of the pool. He climbed out after him and dragged him by one leg across the tile over to the pool chairs. Ignoring Riku’s squeak of pain, he seated himself in his own lounger and proceeded to towel dry his hair.

Riku pulled himself up onto another chair, choking. He felt the burning sensation in his nose and brain that he always associated with too much chlorine and laid his face on the chair, groaning and waiting for it to pass.

“Oh shut up.” Sephiroth responded. “You brought it upon yourself.”

Riku lifted his head and glared to the fullest of his ability. Much to his horror, his father merely picked up his own towel and began to dry his dripping face. “Cut that out!” he squawked helplessly, lacking the energy to flee.

“Riku, you must be in the absolute worst physical shape for someone of your age. You nearly drowned after doing one lap.” Sephiroth sighed in exasperation and removed the towel. “Now, how do you explain that? Hmm?”

Riku sighed and sat up, feeling slightly more alive. “I never was much of a pool person.”

Sephiroth scoffed. “Is that so? I think it would be far more accurate to chalk it up to a lifestyle of gross physical inactivity.”

Riku couldn’t resist smirking. “I’ll have you know, I am very active.”

Sephiroth rolled his eyes. “Indeed. Of course, I was not referring to your lusty pursuit of the fairer sex, Riku. And I’ll have you know, Garnet is still having her parents call my office, constantly wondering when you’ll be back in the country.” He shook his head. “The lies I tell for you are gargantuan.”

Riku shrugged. “If you hadn’t introduced us at the yacht clubhouse, it never would’ve happened.”

“Well, if you didn’t affix yourself to anything with a large pair of mammary glands and a pulse, it wouldn’t have happened, either.” Sephiroth answered. “There is not a day that goes by, where I don’t thank the Maker that you’re not bisexual. I cannot even begin to fathom the lawsuits that would ensue.”

Riku laughed, careful to act as natural as he always did when the subject came up. Heh. “Well, you know how I am.”

Sephiroth grew utterly serious. “No really, I don’t. I have shadows and ideas, vague conceptions and nothing more.” He stared at his son. “Riku, as I look back on the years, I cannot help but feel robbed of my son. We do not spend nearly enough time together, and we scarcely know one another.”

Riku groaned loudly. “Oh man! Give me a break!” He rolled onto his back and looked up at the vaulted ceiling. “Look, it’s not my fault that you’re always too busy to visit me.”

“You’re right.” Sephiroth shook his head. “It’s my fault. I should’ve pushed for full custody. But I know how much you love your mother. You were always her child. I could see it from the start.”

“Dad,” Riku began, frustrated.

“Never mind.” Sephiroth interrupted, standing. “You’re too young to comprehend it all.”

“Sir,” spoke a calm voice from across the room.

Riku glanced up, and immediately frowned when he saw the visitor. Oh, ugh.

Sephiroth raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Vincent?”

Vincent Valentine, Sephiroth’s personal assistant stood by the doorway, holding out a black cashmere robe that was almost as dark as his hair. “I hate to bother you, but the Paris office is on the line, and they claim to have rather pressing news.”

Sephiroth sighed and walked over to meet his assistant. “Damn Parisians. What could they want at this hour of the day? They had better not be backing out of this deal. It took ages for my people to perfect that contract.” He absently allowed Vincent to help him into his robe.

Riku watched, his dislike for the man barely contained. He makes me sick. The way he fawns over him. He’s practically drooling, even now. “Fucker.” he muttered.

“Riku,” Sephiroth announced.

“Yes sir?” Riku answered, innocently.

“I must take this call. I trust that you can find your way back to your room and amuse yourself until dinner?” Sephiroth asked mildly.

Riku snorted. “Don’t worry about me. Besides if I get too bored, I’m sure Vincent will come and entertain me.”

Vincent gave him a look that suggested he wouldn’t mind that one bit. “I’m not a babysitter. If you’d like, I’m sure I could fetch you one, though. A young girl, perhaps?”

Sephiroth shook his head. “Heaven forbid. Then we’ll have a paternity suit on our hands.” He walked off, his business demeanor shifted fully back into place. “Until dinner, then.”

Vincent stared at Riku appreciatively for a long moment and then followed Sephiroth.

Riku shuddered and stood up. That was creepy. How the hell did he end up with red eyes, anyway?! Gathering his towel, he left the natatorium, wincing as the cool air of the house reached his skin. Goosebumps stood out on his arms as he quickly made his way down the hallway. He glanced briefly at his father’s office, noting that Sephiroth was as usual too engrossed in his phone call to notice the look Vincent was giving him, and hurried past, heading up the spiral staircase. He reached his room on the left wing of the house, and went inside, sighing. I miss my real room. He plopped down on the king sized bed, and stared up at the canopy, thinking. I wonder what Sora is doing right now? He closed his eyes, calling upon his memory to provide him with a mental image of his last encounter with Sora. The thought of owning Sora still sent shivers across his skin, and he opened his eyes lazily. I can’t wait to get back.

 

 

Sora sat on his bed, propped against the headboard, watching Kairi apprehensively. The girl had rushed into his room as though she had urgent news, but she merely stood by the bed, holding two shopping bags and grinning at him. He was just glad that he’d beaten her home. He didn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened if she’d seen Squall drop him off. Luckily enough, his mom had been in the bathroom when he got back, and only asked the cursory questions about how his day had been, allowing him to keep his lies to a minimum. Kairi though, she might be a challenge.

“I’m back.” Kairi said, stating the obvious.

“Did you have fun at the mall?” Sora asked, not really interested.

Kairi nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling. “Yeah, it was the best! Selphie and her friends are really funny. We spent the entire time walking around, looking at boys, and making jokes.” She laughed. “We hardly bought anything, which is good, because I don’t have any money. I did get this really cool necklace though.” She reached into her Claire’s bag and pulled out a long silver chain, attached to which was a star-shaped pendant in shades of pink and yellow.

Sora gave it an appreciative glance. “It’s nice.”

Kairi shrugged. “It’s supposed to be some kind of love charm.” She giggled. “The display said that it was a replica of the mystical Papou, and that if you give it to someone you love, you’ll be bound together forever.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “We all bought one as a joke. I think it’s pretty silly, but it still looks really cool.”

Sora looked at it again. The charm almost seemed to glow with an inner luminescence that was warm and soothing. The glitter caught the light and sparkled brightly. It is cool. But I’m not a girl, and I wouldn’t want to be caught dead with one of those. “Yeah, that does sound silly.” Sora agreed. “Did you buy anything else?”

Kairi flushed and stammered. “Well yeah, I bought some thongs from Victoria’s Secret, but I didn’t think you wanted to see those… Um, they’re in this bag here-”

Kairi wears thongs?! Eww!!! Sora immediately yelped and put up a hand. “No, no. By all means, keep those things far away from me.”

Kairi giggled. “No problem-o.” She set her bags on the floor and flopped down on his bed, her legs crossed behind her, as she propped herself up on her elbows. “So, what did you do today?”

“Me?” Sora asked, taken aback. “Well, I…” Spent the entire day with the love of my life. Gah, I can’t tell Kairi that! She wouldn’t understand. He tried to sound nonchalant. “Nothing much. I just walked downtown and wandered around all day. You know, browsing through stores and stuff.”

“Oh,” Kairi replied, disappointed. “Why didn’t you at least go see a movie or something?”

“Because…” I got sidetracked by the incredibly gorgeous Squall Leonhart. “I didn’t really feel like it.” Sora lied.

“Uh huh.” Kairi raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You know, I don’t think you’re telling me the truth.”

“Why would you say that?!” Sora asked, panicked.

Kairi grinned. “Because you’re a terrible liar, Sora. Even when we were kids. Remember, when you used to pull the heads off of my Barbie dolls, and then when Grandma asked you about it, you’d always say you didn’t know anything. But you were always so obvious.” She grinned mischievously. “Just like now. So spill it.”

Sora eyed her warily. “I guess you caught me. But still, I don’t think I can tell you.”

Kairi sat up. “Come on, Sora. I’m your cousin, I’ve known you, like, forever. Don’t flake out on me.” She pouted. “It’s not like I’m gonna tell anybody.”

Sora sighed. Here goes nothing. “I ran into my crush downtown, and we spent the day hanging out, and then I came home. That’s it.”

Kairi squealed. “That is definitely not it!” She tugged on Sora’s sleeve, her eyes imploring. “I need details! I mean, I didn’t even know you had a crush! Who is she? Does she go to our school? What does she look like? What is she like as a person? How long have you known her?”

Sora gave up on trying to answer the barrage of questions Kairi was shooting at him, and just waited for her to finish. Geez, are all girls like this?

Eventually Kairi calmed down and glared at him. “You didn’t answer a single question, you know.”

Sora shrugged. “I couldn’t. You didn’t give me time to get a word in.” He scratched his head. “Well, um… No, you don’t know them, they aren’t a student at our school, they have dark hair, and I’m not really sure what they’re like, because I haven’t known them that long.” Also, it’s a he, not a she, but I don’t think I have to tell all that just yet.

Kairi sighed dramatically. “Sheesh, you’re so secretive.” She twirled a strand of auburn hair. “It’s like, I hardly know anything about you nowadays. But I know everything about your friend, Riku.” She wrinkled her nose. “What a jerk.”

Sora blinked. What did Riku ever do to Kairi? Oh well, he hasn’t exactly been friendly to her. “Riku is just his own person. He’s kind of hard for most people to get.”

“Well, what Selphie told me is that he’s basically a slut who will do it with anyone, anytime, anyplace.” Kairi explained. “She even said that the only reason he hasn’t asked me out yet is because you’re his best friend.”

Sora nodded. “That probably is true,” he admitted reluctantly. “But he’s still a good person.” Stand by your man, he thought.

“Maybe.” Kairi replied, seeming to lose interest. “I’d better put up my stuff, so I can get some dinner before your mom puts it away.” She climbed off the bed and gathered her bags. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.” Sora answered. He watched Kairi leave, and then relaxed back against the pillows, closing his eyes. Squall… It had been hours since Squall had dropped him off and left, but it barely felt like five minutes had passed. He hadn’t been able to get Squall Leonhart out of his mind despite his best efforts. The feel of his warm form pressed against him on the motorcycle was one that he couldn’t seem to shake. And they way he looked at me, back in his apartment… Sora shuddered, remembering. I’d been so close… to what, I’m not sure, but whatever it was, it was great. He sighed. I wonder what Squall’s doing, and whether he’s thinking about me?

 

 

That was… refreshing, Squall thought, leaving the bathroom. He walked leisurely into the living room, the black towel resting faithfully around his waist. He sat down on the couch and relaxed, his body still thanking him silently for the simple joy he’d allowed it. A shudder coursed through him and he sighed, still feeling somewhat deviant for giving into his fantasies like that. Shit, what else could I do, though? When he’d walked Sora to his door, Sora had squirmed out of his jacket in a way that should’ve been illegal, and given Squall a tentative hug that was still close enough that he could map all the contours of the younger male’s body. Ages of pent-up frustration had awakened in Squall an arousal so demanding that he had to either go straight home and pleasure himself, or seize Sora and commit a felony. He had elected to obey the legal system, and fled for the solitude of his apartment, marching straight into the shower, whereupon he gave into the darkest, most desperate desires of his soul.

Now he sighed and ran a hand through his damp hair, trying to reconcile how it was possible that he was not just mildly attracted to, but dangerously aroused by Sora’s very presence. I just don’t understand it. It’s not like he’s some sex symbol with bedroom eyes, like his little boyfriend. Squall grudgingly admitted that Riku was rather good-looking, but it didn’t evoke any reaction in him whatsoever, except for irritation and contempt. Sora on the other hand, was not what anyone would call stunning. Well, except for when he stands a certain way, with his head at an angle… or when the sunlight hits his hair and makes it shine like cinnamon glass… or when he’s gazing back at me with that look that sends a thunderbolt straight to my hormones. Squall shook his head. Okay, so Sora is what I call stunning, but still… I’ve known lots of attractive people, and I’ve never wanted to jump on any of them. He winced. Okay, except for maybe Cloud, but I was young and stupid, and I didn’t know any better. He smirked and wondered with wry amusement whether it had anything to do with the fact that they both had blue eyes. Heh, maybe I’m just a sucker for big baby blues. But then, Sora’s eyes aren’t really baby blue, they’re more like sapphires… And then Rinoa… she had dark brown eyes. Squall’s brow furrowed. It had been different with her. He couldn’t ever remember feeling any urgent passion for Rinoa. He had truly loved her, but his love for her was based on her enduring sweetness and strength of character. All truth be told, she was pretty average until you got to know her. Only then did she seem to glow with beauty. Squall realized that many of the things he’d admired about Rinoa were present in Sora. …Along with this new thing, this scary thing… this lust thing.

The sound of the key turning in the lock earned his attention. Before he could move, the door opened and he found himself staring back at blue eyes. Baby blue.

“Oh, that is revolting!” announced Cloud. He fell into the apartment with exaggerated pain. “I’m going to be blind!” He pretended to writhe on his back and claw at his eyes.

With an air of disgust, Squall rose and walked over to the door, quickly closing it, before any concerned neighbors came to see what all the fuss was about. He kicked Cloud playfully in his ass, sending him sprawling, and stepped gracefully over his body. “Your antics are as usual, too stupid to be funny.”

Cloud climbed to his feet and gave him an offended glance. “You’re the one sitting on your coach half naked, with only a towel and the grace of God protecting me from permanent trauma.”

“That’s right.” Squall shot back. “My couch, in my living room, in my apartment. I pay the rent here and my name is on the lease. If I want to walk around completely exposed, I can.” He shrugged, and then smirked mischievously. “Besides, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

Cloud paled. “Oh ugh, don’t remind me.” He brushed past Squall, careful not to look at any more of his nakedness than he had to. “What do you have to eat in here?” he asked, making his way into the kitchen.

Squall followed him, knowing it would make the blonde uncomfortable. “For you, I’ve been saving something really special. You’ll find it in the trashcan, of course.”

Cloud pointedly flipped up his middle finger. “Damn, would you look at that. It just shot right up. Sorry.” He picked up a decimated loaf of wonder bread and shook it at Squall. “Hey man, I think you need to go grocery shopping.”

Squall shook his head. “I already did. I went today.”

Cloud raised an eyebrow. “And someone as anal as you forgot to get something as important as bread? You’re slipping, man.”

“I bought that today.” Squall answered defensively. “Those slices are all that’s left.”

“What?” Cloud asked, incredulous. He looked at the remains of what had once been a full and proud loaf. “What’d you do? Have a bread feast?”

Squall blanched. There was no way in hell he could tell Cloud the truth about what had happened to the bread. He wouldn’t understand. “I wanted some sandwiches.” Which isn’t entirely untrue.

Cloud snorted. “You continue to eat them like that, and you’re going to develop a case of gluteus giganticus, also known as extremely fat ass.”

Heh. Squall stretched sensually, and barely managed to keep from laughing at the horrified expression on Cloud’s face. “I challenge you,” he drawled. “To find so much as an inch of fat anywhere on this body. Here, I’ll even let you see what’s behind the towel.” He lifted the towel.

“No thanks!” Cloud objected quickly. He shielded his eyes with a hand, and turned to the fridge. “Gah, I hate it when you’re in a good mood. I like you better when you’re the living dead. At least then, I know what to expect.” He bristled at Squall’s laughter. “And for the love of all that is pure and good, please go and put on some clothes!”

“Aww, you sound just like your girlfriend.” Squall teased, before turning and walking out of the kitchen. He made his way to his bedroom, reflecting on Cloud’s words. I am in a good mood. Although I’m not quite sure why. Sora’s face flashed briefly into his mind, as he pulled on some boxers. Okay, I take that back. I’m in a good mood, because I got myself off while thinking about doing unspeakable things to one of my students. He sighed and pulled a black t-shirt and pair of gray sweatpants out of his dresser. I am a sick man. Feeling disgusted with himself, but incredibly sated just the same, he walked back into the kitchen, stopping when he saw his former roommate leering back at him from a stool. “What the hell are you smirking at?” he asked warily.

“I figured it out.” Cloud said, knowingly. “It all came to me when you mentioned my girlfriend. I figured out why the entire loaf of bread is gone, why you’re in such a good mood, and why you were sitting around half-naked.” The smirk was all-encompassing. “You got some.”

“Some what?” Squall asked, not quite comprehending. What is this fool going on about now?

“Some ass.” Cloud replied. “Don’t deny it. There’s too much evidence against you.” He leaned forward. “So, who was she?”

Well, he was a student, although technically I didn’t do anything to him, except undress him with my eyes. “Who was who?” Squall questioned, trying to think up a way to kill the conversation altogether. Shit…

Cloud rolled his eyes. “The woman you had sex with. Who else?”

“Who said it was a woman?” Squall suggested. That should do it.

It worked. Cloud’s face fell immediately. “Never mind. This subject is no longer open for discussion.” He turned back to the leftover spaghetti he’d found in the fridge.

Squall pulled up a stool beside him. “Why? Don’t you want to hear all the sordid details? About how I caressed his-”

“No.” Cloud interrupted. “You can take those details and keep them to yourself, while I pretend that I didn’t know about any of it. Every time I remember that you’re bi, it’s like learning it for the first time, and- Ack! You get your hands off me!” He leaned too far to the side, misjudging the distance and slapping his head on the edge of the counter before sliding off his stool.

Squall sighed and shook his head. “I swear, you get hurt so much in here, I’m beginning to think it’s just some sort of plot to sue me and get rich.”

Cloud groaned and climbed back onto his stool. “Like you have any money, you broke bastard.” He resumed eating his spaghetti. “Speaking of no money, how’s your career in teaching going, anyway?”

Squall stiffened for a moment and then relaxed. “It’s going.” he answered truthfully. “Where to, I’m not sure yet. So far, it’s mostly okay. There are a few thorns in my ass, but I’m dealing with them in my own way.”

“Uh huh.” Cloud said, around a mouthful of noodles. “So how many of the little brats have you punched out yet?”

Squall shot him a look. “I’m far more patient than you give me credit for. Although there has been one kid that I wouldn’t mind strangling, but I try not to let it show too much. I’m sure the feeling is mutual.”

Cloud winced. “Damn. Are there any kids that you get along with?”

Squall smiled. “Well yes. There’s one of them, who’s really bright, well-mannered, and just an overall good kid. He gives me hope for the new generation.”

“Watch it.” Cloud snickered. “You almost sound like you have a crush.”

Squall turned deathly serious. “That’s not even funny. He’s only sixteen, for God’s sake.” Not like that stops me from wanting to sleep with him.

Cloud shrugged. “Get over yourself. Have you watched the news lately? People never let a little thing like age stop them. Ask R. Kelly.”

“Alright, that was uncalled for.” Squall snapped, his heart pounding. If anyone knew…

“Oh calm down.” Cloud admonished. “I was just saying. I’m sure that if I came up to that high school, I’d probably find a few lovely young ladies to observe. But that’s all you can do, is look. Especially you, since you could get fired even for looking.”

Squall needed to change the subject. “If I ever see you anywhere near that school, I’m calling Aerith. Where is her eminence, anyway?”

“Bible retreat, remember?” Cloud replied. “I just narrowly escaped getting caught. Thankfully my cell phone was turned off that night, or I would’ve caved in to the pressure and told her where I was at.”

“If anyone needs to be at that bible retreat, it’s you, Strife.” Squall climbed off the stool and yawned. “I’m beat as hell. I’m going to make an early night of it.”

Cloud blinked. “Now? It’s not even nine yet. That guy must’ve laid the hell out of you.”

Squall smirked. “I can tell you all about it, if you’d like.”

“Nah, that’s alright.” Cloud amended. “You go on and get some rest, lover boy. I’ll clean up in here when I’m done.”

“You’d better.” Squall replied, as he left the kitchen. He entered his bedroom and closed the door. Sighing, he stripped down to his boxers. I shouldn’t have even bothered getting dressed. He folded his hardly-worn clothes and replaced them in the dresser. I’ll wear those when I lounge around the house tomorrow. He reclined onto the bed, thinking. It’s going to be so boring tomorrow. I can’t wait until Monday. The thought gave him mixed feelings. I never thought I’d find myself looking forward to a Monday, but then, I never thought I’d find myself lusting over someone eleven years younger than me, either. He folded an arm behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, still puzzling over his unexplainable desire for Sora. Not like it’s even a valid, what-if-he-was-18, lust. He has a boyfriend, and a damned hot one at that. Fuck it. He rolled onto his side and sat up slightly, reaching for the bottle of sleeping pills on his nightstand. He took two with a sip from the bottle of water he always kept by the bed, turned off the lamp, and laid back down. At least it’ll be a dreamless sleep.

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