oath_breaker | drabble #3

Drabble, soriku, canon verse, set pre-kh3

The dreameater sigil is still stained onto Riku's back in pale lines, and Sora adds another tally to the scars Riku has accumulated for him.

Sora just asks, simply and without a thought, "Can I see it?" sitting just aside of Riku, hand hovering over Riku's back close enough to feel collective body heat. Riku swallows hard but tosses a grin back. "Sure, Sora."

Shrugs off his his jacket first, feeling uncomfortably like this is all more serious than it should be, Sora just wants to see the brand on his skin. Then he tugs at the zipper of his vest next, unable to meet Sora's eyes even though he knows hes being watched.

"Its just the same as the others," Riku manages.

"I still wanna see," Sora insists, wanting his way like always. Riku gives a small scoff, but he doesn't mind when Sora is willful. He drags the zipper down much slower, hands clumsy, and he can sense Sora's anticipation as he leans forward, closer, and Riku swears he can feel the brush of Sora's necklace on his arm.

Finally, the vest falls open, and with more bravery than Riku thought it would take, he pulls it off in a practiced routine, dropping the vest to pool around his hips on the seat.

"Lean forward," Sora says, already scooting backwards further into the sofa. Riku nods and rests his elbows on his knees.

At first, there's just silence. Then, Sora's voice, soft and muted and carrying so much more weight than Riku thinks the word he breathes warrants.

"Riku..."

Feverishly hot fingers glance at the top of where Riku knows the sigil starts and it takes all he has not to jump out of his skin, biting his lip to cage back the startled hiss.

Sora's touch arches up, around, dancing over a shoulder blade, and Riku's face grows inflamed as he feels how reactive his skin and muscles are, following the path Sora makes with honest expression.

"I never knew," Sora murmurs, and his fingers glide down close to Riku's side, eliciting a long shudder from Riku, who bows his head.

"I didn't either," Riku replies, tilting his head towards the swell of his arm as if he can hide his face there. Hide the honesty.

"It didn't hurt?"

"No, I never felt it."

Sora is quiet for a long moment, and then he reaches the deepest cut, right into the small of Riku's back, and he can feel the torrential flood of warmth overtaking him.

"It'll be here forever," Sora says, and finally Riku stills. He shifts, not enough to dislodge Sora's touch, but enough to see him over his shoulder.

"I," Riku swallows thickly. "I don't mind. I'm proud of it."

Sora quirks a smile Riku's relieved to see, and he fumbles forward. "It's proof I could protect you."

Sora laughs a little, leans forward, and rests his cheek against Riku's back, palm settling on the angry twisted burned flesh over Riku's left hip.

"Yeah," is all he says.