Story Title: Hitting for the Home Team
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy misc.
Pairing this Chapter: Riku/Sora
Word Count: 893
Rating: M for mature situations and language
Summary: Riku Gainsborough expected a lot of things from life. He expected being molested by his psychotic triplet brothers at least once a month. He expected that he'd win at football and maintain his reputation as the best quarter back on Destiny High's football team. He expected to be popular at school, and get As in every class. What he never expected, was to wake up one day in bed with his best friend...

Warning: Yaoi, yes children that means sexual content of the boyxboy nature. And this may not be reserved to boyxboy either! There will be many sexualities, and many sexes involved in the writing of this fic. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Author's Note: So this is a combination effort between to different authors, myself and Rylen, and we will be alternating who's writing the chapters, and who's editing and acting as the muse. Please read and review, but remember, flames must be CONSTRUCTIVE! Nothing like: "Heh heh lyke u guy ttly suckz bawls". No really, I get any flames like that, and I will think angry thoughts about you until you get a chill via the internet. Oh yes, be very afraid. Otherwise, have fun, and I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Psssh. You? You actually….ahahahaha, you actually thought I…I…phew this is funny! You actually thought I owned Kingdom Hearts and anything affiliated to the Final Fantasy series? Bwahahaha, YEAH RIGHT! Bahahahaha. Oooh, oh man, that was good. Funny kid you are, funny kid.

Chapter 1: Tapping Home Base

Oh. Shit. Riku groaned, rolling onto his side and cradling his head in his hands. "Fucking light." He hated mornings…or at least he hated this particular morning. Usually waking up wasn't exactly difficult for the silver haired teen, but with his hands numb, his mouth thick like cotton and his head throbbing, the light of day really was, quickly losing it's appeal. He drew his fingers across his eyes, squeezing the brim of his nose and letting out a tired moan. Holy hangovers Batman, this one was a killer. He wasn't exactly sure how much he'd had the night before, but judging by his spinning vision, hoarse voice and dry, splitting lips, it must have been a shit load.

"Mm, fucking wonderful." He cleared his throat, palms rubbing at his eyes frantically as he spread out on his back, sheets falling to his bare hips. Wait. Bare…hips? Did he usually sleep naked? He felt sort of sore too and…sticky? Well, that was probably beer, or vomit, or some other nasty side effect of drinking. It had been the regional football game the night before right? They'd had a big win for Destiny high, and being the star quarterback, Riku was the big man on campus for the evening. How many parties had he crashed? He didn't even want to know.

Slowly rising from where he lay, he pressed his hands to his brow, head pounding. "Man, what hit me?"

A small, almost reluctant cough caught his attention, jolting Riku's shoulders and causing his eyes to widen beneath his fingers. "Uhh…" A voice, strikingly familiar, and definitely male, rang out from the edge of the bed. "That would have been me."

Riku's hands practically tore down from his eyes, nearly taking off his nose in the process as he snapped his head to the base of the mattress. "S…SORA!?" The brunette slowly scratched his head, his frame bare to the world as he drew his knees into his chest, a small, hesitant grin on his features.

"Morning sunshine." Riku swallowed, watching as the kid he'd spent the majority of his life with crawled towards him, features surprisingly calm considering their lack of dress. "Your head hurting you at all?"

"Uh yeah I…" Riku trailed off, his brows furrowing and his mouth fumbling as he tried to piece together the picture before him. He was naked, sore, and sticky. Sora too, was naked, and appeared to be favouring his rear end far more than usual. So unless two plus two equaled fish, he'd just scored with his best friend. "Wait. That's not the point. Last night did…I mean we…did I…?"

"What do you remember of last night?" Sora asked, moving slowly to prop himself up on his toes as he crouched before the older teen's frame.

"I remember…" Leaning back Riku looked to the ceiling, eyes squinting against the light that flooded across the white plaster. Wasn't his room green? "I remember winning the game. And drinking, lots of drinking. Oh, and there was this cheerleader girl…"

"Ah, one with brown hair and pouty lips?" Sora interrupted, his lip curling into a smirk.

"Yeah…how did you-?"

"Yeah, that was me."

Riku nodded slowly, his brain stumbling over the notion proposed to him as he winced a bit. "Huh, you don't say." Just when he thought his throat couldn't get any dryer. Swallowing really was a bitch. "We didn't, you know…go all the way, did we?"

Sora rolled his eyes, slowly slipping off of the bed and letting his bare feet touch the ground. "Well, let's just say that I'm pretty sure my boxers are on the railing, my jeans in the kitchen sink and if I'm not mistaken…my cheerleading jacket is in the fridge."

"And your shirt?" Riku asked, biting his lip a bit.

Sora quirked a brow, rounding from where he stood to give the silver haired boy a small look. "Riku? Darling? You're wearing it."

"Oh?" He looked down, flinching visibly as he took in the sight of a tiny white Destiny High Tee, the small fabric barely stretching across his shoulders and hanging just above his belly button. "Oh, oh wow."

"I'll, get that back from you later." Sora placed his hands on the bed, leaning over to place a soft kiss on Riku's lips, smiling as he drew away. "And considering that I'm leaving without my virginity, I think you owe me a date." He stretched, making his way out of the room and pausing in the doorway. "Saturday night. Pick me up at seven."

Riku watched, his fingers still clutching the hem of Sora's too small shirt as the boy strolled out and into the hallway, his smooth bare ass disappearing towards the stairs. He'd just scored a date with his best friend, after getting laid, and all because he spent the night boozing. He grinned, leaning back against the headboard of the bed, a giddy laugh escaping him. There was only one downside to this, and it was small, blonde and feisty. Though he was sure that a certain red headed pal of his would jump at the chance to subdue Sora's guard dog. He sighed, eyes lazily tracing the ceiling, and despite the blinding headache that throbbed in his temple, he felt good. And it was about then that he realized something.

"Wait…this isn't my house!"

--TBC--

A/N: Friendly reminder from your Authoresses…R&R and we'll love you forever!