Invite
Aside from the being sick part, Riku didn’t mind that he was stuck in bed and unable to go to the Halloween party. Well, that and the fact that Sora would be at the party without him—Riku had insisted he go, because he knew how much Sora enjoyed those kind of things. Riku, on the other hand, found parties exhausting, more than anything. Sure, it was nice to hang out with their friends, but he usually preferred smaller gatherings.
So he was curled up on the couch with a blanket, watching a Halloween movie marathon by himself, when there was a noise at the door.
Maybe with the atmosphere of a darkened living room and scary movies playing, he might’ve been a little anxious hearing the scratch-scratch at the door. Instead, he was in a fog from being sick, and couldn’t bring himself to do more than look at the door in curiosity. There was another noise, a pause, and then the sound of metal on metal, followed by the turn of the lock.
“Mwuahaha!” Sora peered from behind the door with a leer, his face made up to look ashen, eyes darkened and a line of fake blood at the corner of his mouth. “I’ve come to suck your blood!” He flexed clawed fingers at the threshold, grinning. “But first you have to invite me in!”
Riku rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “You live here, you idiot, you don’t need to be invited.”
“Oh, right!” Without further prompting, Sora pushed past the door, a full plastic bag in one hand. “Then you better be ready!”
Riku pulled his blanket up to his chin, giving Sora an appraising look. He was in his vampire costume, but not at the party. “I thought you were going to go to the party.”
Sora came over to the couch and waited for Riku to pull his legs in before plopping down, dropping his bag on the floor. “Well, I did, for a little bit. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you here, all alone.” Sora shifted, carefully climbing on top of Riku. “My favorite meal,” he breathed against Riku’s ear, before pressing his lips to Riku’s neck.
Riku sucked in a breath when Sora’s prosthetic fangs pressed against his skin. He pushed at Sora’s chest feebly. “You’re going to get sick, too.”
Sora backed off with a huff. “Vampire’s can’t get sick, Riku.” He rocked back on his heels and retrieved his bag. “More importantly, I brought candy for us! And,” he reached in the bag, groping until he pulled out Beetlejuice, “Your favorite movies!”
“Sora…” Riku was pleased, but— “I’m sick. I’m no fun. Go back to Selphie’s party.”
Sora pursed his lips. “Nonsense. You’re plenty fun. Oh, wait, wait, I have an idea!” He sprang to his feet and Riku watched him disappear into the bedroom, only to return with an armful of pillows and blankets. “Get up, Riku! I need the couch!”
“What are you—?”
Sora dropped his burden and put out a hand to help Riku up. “Just be patient, okay?” Sora started singing as he pulled the cushions from the couch and propped them on their ends, and pushing pillows into strategic nooks. “They did the Monster Mash!” Sora grinned over at Riku. “It was a graveyard smash!” He suspended a sheet over the couch cushions, and after a few more adjustments, he stepped back. “It’s been a while since I made one, so I hope it’s structurally sound!” He grinned and pulled Riku by the waist, gently urging him under the canopy.
Riku dropped to the ground and crawled into the space Sora had made. “It’s cozy,” he admitted, curling up in the nest of pillows and blankets against the couch.
Sora popped in the DVD and pushed his bag of candy into the fort before him. He snuggled close to Riku. “Good!” He unwrapped a mini Hershey bar and offered it to Riku. “I want this to be your best Halloween ever!” He beamed.
Riku bit into the chocolate with a smile. “Do you think you’ll be able to top it next year?”
Sora paused with a Swedish Fish halfway to his mouth. “I guess I’ll have to work extra hard, huh?”