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Title: On Fenrir
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: RikuSora
Rating: PG
Word Count: 278
Note: This is... completely random crack. Yes.
“Fenrir,” Sora told the motorcycle seriously, “you are a sexy, sexy beast.”
Cloud blinked, stopping and turning back to the keyblade master with a look of consternation. A couple of steps further up, Riku and Leon did the same, though Riku looked rather disgruntled instead. Leon just looked faintly confused. Sora didn’t notice any of it, still admiring Fenrir’s glossy black finish and gold-brushed detailing. He ran delicate, appreciative fingers over the bike’s surface, taking in the smooth, hard feel of it.
Riku twitched.
Cloud felt violated on Fenrir’s behalf.
“You’re molesting Cloud’s bike,” Leon said blankly. Sora’s head jerked up, and he looked scandalized at the very idea.
“Am not! It’s a pretty bike, that’s all.” Sora pouted at the other three men, lip jutted out indignantly.
Leon looked again at Sora’s hand again, still sitting affectionately on Fenrir’s chassis. He turned deliberately away, a firm decision not to get further involved made. It wasn’t his bike, and Sora wasn’t his boyfriend. Thank god. He had no idea how Riku kept up.
Cloud and Riku stared for a moment longer, until Riku finally made a disgusted sound.
“For god’s sake,” he muttered, and lifted his voice for Sora to hear. “Get up here before I decide you’re cheating.”
Sora’s cheeks puffed out in a pout.
“You can molest me instead,” Riku added. Sora thought about it for a moment. Cloud twitched again, decided that Fenrir’s virtue was probably safe now, and hurried to catch up with Leon.
“Well, okay,”” Sora agreed reluctantly. “But you’d better molest me back.”
“Of course,” Riku shrugged. Sora beamed, patted Fenrir one last time, and took the steps two at a time.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: RikuSora
Rating: PG
Word Count: 278
Note: This is... completely random crack. Yes.
“Fenrir,” Sora told the motorcycle seriously, “you are a sexy, sexy beast.”
Cloud blinked, stopping and turning back to the keyblade master with a look of consternation. A couple of steps further up, Riku and Leon did the same, though Riku looked rather disgruntled instead. Leon just looked faintly confused. Sora didn’t notice any of it, still admiring Fenrir’s glossy black finish and gold-brushed detailing. He ran delicate, appreciative fingers over the bike’s surface, taking in the smooth, hard feel of it.
Riku twitched.
Cloud felt violated on Fenrir’s behalf.
“You’re molesting Cloud’s bike,” Leon said blankly. Sora’s head jerked up, and he looked scandalized at the very idea.
“Am not! It’s a pretty bike, that’s all.” Sora pouted at the other three men, lip jutted out indignantly.
Leon looked again at Sora’s hand again, still sitting affectionately on Fenrir’s chassis. He turned deliberately away, a firm decision not to get further involved made. It wasn’t his bike, and Sora wasn’t his boyfriend. Thank god. He had no idea how Riku kept up.
Cloud and Riku stared for a moment longer, until Riku finally made a disgusted sound.
“For god’s sake,” he muttered, and lifted his voice for Sora to hear. “Get up here before I decide you’re cheating.”
Sora’s cheeks puffed out in a pout.
“You can molest me instead,” Riku added. Sora thought about it for a moment. Cloud twitched again, decided that Fenrir’s virtue was probably safe now, and hurried to catch up with Leon.
“Well, okay,”” Sora agreed reluctantly. “But you’d better molest me back.”
“Of course,” Riku shrugged. Sora beamed, patted Fenrir one last time, and took the steps two at a time.