*A/N Oh man, was this fun to write! The idea just popped into my head as I was reading another fanfic. I just kept on typing and so this is the longest chapter I've ever done, I think. So it may not always be like this. Alright, let's get down to business.

Warnings! Of course, this is yaoi. Men doing naughty things with other men. Please click your back button if this is not your cup of brandy. So, I'm thinking of mpreg in this story. I know, vampires? boy vampires? pregnant? I know, trippy, but I could make it happen. Oh yes! There's CROSS-DRESSING! Darling Sora and Roxas in girly dresses! Also, maybe a teeny bit of yuri (girls doing naughty things with girls) but if so, very little. Um, what else... Oh yea! They're vampires so blood comes in the package. I'm not big on gore, but I'll warn you just the same.

Discalimer: Remember that my disclaimer is up on my profile but sometimes I gotta reinforce. No, I do not own Kingdom Hearts, except for a copy of the games which I bought at the store, as well as other merchandise and cosplay costumes.

Ok! enough of my big mouth! I have kept you too long, now go! ^_^*

Chapter One: Never trust A Corner Treat

It was a rather dreadful night that night. It was around mid-January and the sky was completely black due to the thick clouds obscuring the stars. Snow covered the ground and it seemed more would fall soon. Two young men trudged through the snow at this late hour, hoping to pass by a restaurant that was throwing out scraps. They wore clothes hardly fit for the weather. They had to walk close together in order to share the one long scarf that they owned. Identical pairs of cerulean blue eyes peeked out from scraggly hats on their heads. Hole ridden boots did almost nothing to keep the cold from their toes as they moved through the snow. They didn't exactly please the eye with their attire, and so no one approached them as they continued to scavenge.

Therefore, it surprised both men when a pretty girl with eyes the same blue as their own and shoulder-length burgundy hair that looked silky soft to touch, smiled at them and gave a little wave with her hand. The two stopped in their tracks, unsure of what to do. This girl was obviously a corner treat, as prostitutes were called here, and they didn't exactly have money. Which should have been obvious by their looks, so why was she specifically beckoning to them? The man with blond hair turned a bit to regard his brown haired companion on the matter. No words were spoken between them, there was no need. It was just one of their gifts. They shrugged simultaneously and walked toward the girl.

The girl's eyes twinkled as she saw her two catches making their way toward her. Oh yes, the Masters would be pleased with these two. As soon as she was sure that they were following her, the girl turned and began to walk. The two gentlemen behind her did not see her new smile, which now was adorned by two sharp accessories.

The three walked down a dark and deserted street, the cobblestone road cracked and weed riddled. As they were walking, two figures seemed to materialize out of the shadows and join them. The figures turned out to be two more girls, also with startling blue eyes. One girl had short ebony hair and gave the two men a playful grin. The other girl had white blond hair and gave them an almost shy smile. The two men had no idea where they'd come from, but figured they were with their original guide and just decided to go with it. Nothing could prepare them for what these girls were leading them into.

It seemed like they'd been walking forever. The two men would have left if they had anywhere else to go, but following these girls seemed more appealing; at least for the moment. Snow had lightly begun to fall some time ago. They had found their way into a residential area and the snow was covering hedges and walkways as they made their way passed the rather large houses. Finally, the group stopped at the outer gates of a beautiful mansion that sat atop a hill in the near distance. The look of it seemed very cliché, but the sight of it relieved the two men, glad they had reached their destination. As if knowing they were there, the tall black gates swung in eerily to allow them entrance. They walked up the drive leading to the large home.

The two men failed to notice that the place was rather dark. The walkway leading towards the front door was bordered by tall rosebushes and pillars with pots above that also had roses cascading over their sides. The windows glowed faintly with candle or firelight, giving the place a warm feeling, even if it looked uninviting. Still, the company moved forward and made it to the doors. Like the gates, the front doors opened on their own to allow admittance to the group. Beyond was a brilliant foyer. Two staircases led to rooms upstairs and between them was a door. Other doors were found along hallways that extended to the side of either staircase.

The girls continued on, unimpressed by their surroundings, and lead the men up the left staircase. The two girls that had joined them earlier turned toward the right as they came upon the landing and did not regard the others. The two men shared a look but weren't too bothered by this. They were lucky to even be here in the first place. If these girls demanded payment afterwards, it would be easier to run from one of them instead of three.

The girl with burgundy hair spoke to them for the first time as she opened a door at the end of the hall. "Please step inside and undress. I'll be back shortly." She had a sweet voice and she held the door open for them with a smile. Not exactly sure where she was going, but not exactly complaining, the two entered the room. Before she closed the door, the girl said, "Once you've disrobed, please leave your clothes outside the door. They will be dealt with." It was a strange request indeed, but maybe she just meant they would clean them or something. It was the least the two could hope. They nodded their understanding and the girl closed the door, smiling all the time. Perhaps it was their imagination, but there was something, lethal in that smile, something predatory. Looking at each other, they shrugged it off as impending lust. These girls had to get their pleasure as well as money, right?

The blond closed the door after putting their clothes in a pile just outside. He returned to the bed where his equally naked brother sat. The large four poster bed was made of ebony and had black drapes with red embroidery and crimson sheets with black detail as well as covered by pillows of various sizes, also in either black or crimson. The rest of the room held a dresser, wardrobe and two side tables. All were made of ebony wood. Candelabra sat upon each side table, illuminating the room with a pulsing warm light, like a heartbeat. It was a quaint yet elegant room that left the two men more than a little uncomfortable. Should a brothel really go so far to please their customers? Their whole situation was strange, but there really was no life for them and no home to return to, so they brushed it aside. One night in bliss wouldn't kill them. Or so they thought.

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Some time later, after having waited so long they were dosing, a soft knock came at the door and an even softer voice floated to them. "Are the sirs quite comfortable? If you will, please wear the clothes provided in the wardrobe. Do not be embarrassed by them. It is a most endeared request by the ones awaiting you." Puzzled, the two men went over to the wardrobe and opened it. They could see why the quiet voice had asked not to be embarrassed. Inside were two brilliant dresses that were complete opposites of each other. One was slightly frilly and white with light blue accents with lace and ribbons. The other was more edgy and black with red accents. In place of lace and ribbons, it had belts and chains. Even so, they were designed the same. Both were short and the sleeves were long but connected to the shoulder by ribbon or belt, respectively.

They exchanged a look of slight indignation but mostly embarrassment before reaching in to pull out a dress each. The blond wasn't exactly fond of the frills so he chose the dark, edgy dress while his brother was left with the lacy one. They helped each other put them on. Even so, it was rather difficult. Each dress seemed to have so many parts. The backs of the dresses were bare but crossed with either ribbon or belts, leaving much of their backs exposed. It surprised them how well they fit once they actually got them on correctly. Since they were so skinny and petite, the dresses practically made their figures feminine, even though they lacked female body parts. Looking again inside the wardrobe, they noticed there were two pairs of knee-high boots that complimented their outfits. To the blonde's annoyance, his brother smirked at him and took the black boots instead of the white ones. The blond gave the brunette a withering look but the other just smiled and also stole the accessories that went with what the blond was wearing.

After swapping these things, the resulting mismatched outfits actually looked appealing. It was like melding light and darkness together to compliment each other. It was funny how they were almost enjoying this. A few minutes passed and then there was a knock on the door again. The same quiet voice from before came through, "I hope the sirs are finished. They are being summoned now. Please come through the door and I will take you." It was now or never and the two brothers nodded at each other before making their way to the door and opening it.

On the other side stood the blond girl they had walked here with. Instead of the winter coat they had seen her in earlier, she now wore an elegant yet simple floor-length white evening gown. She looked them up and down and nodded in approval. She was just a tiny bit shorter than they were, but not much to make a difference. She placed a black rose in the brunette's hair and a white one in the blonde's as if to go along with their dress scheme. With that, she turned and began to walk along the corridor. The two men followed, feeling a little awkward in their boots and dresses, but eagerly anticipating whatever came next.

The blond girl took them all the way to the other corridor on the opposite end. Again they were led to the door at the very end. This time, however, the girl did not leave them. She opened the door and led them inside.

The room beyond the door was similar to the room they had just been in, but far more elegant. It had all that the other room had, except the side tables held black pots with cascading crimson roses and above them was a chandelier. A black bear rug lay on the floor and a crimson cushioned couch made of ebony wood sat beside it. Lying across said couch was a man. Sitting on the floor next to this man was the girl with the short black hair. The blond girl who had brought them there gave a light curtsy to the man on the couch before going to the bed. On the bed was another man. Sitting beside him was the girl they'd originally began to follow. The blond girl climbed up to join the two on the bed and then faced to the two men standing in the doorway.

To say they were surprised would be the understatement of the century. On top of that, they were confused an embarrassed. This wasn't any sort of situation they thought they'd end up in, whatever this situation was. Maybe the other two men were customers? But no, they weren't wearing slightly skimpy dresses like them, or even evening gowns like the girls, who all wore simple evening gowns that matched their hair, more or less. No, these men were clad in nothing but elegant silk robes looking like Greek or Roman gods. The image of them all took away the breath of both men standing in the doorway.

Then the one on the couch spoke. He had startling red hair that tumbled passed his neck in haphazard spikes. His emerald green eyes were flickering in the candlelight with something akin to amusement and satisfaction. "I'm glad you arrived well. Your attire suits you. They were designed by Naminé there," he motioned at the blond girl on the bed, who smiled affectionately, before continuing, "and they look fantastic. Now, what are your names?" Still a bit flustered after being thrown into this so suddenly, the blond spoke up. "My name is Roxas and this is my twin brother, Sora." The red head nodded before speaking again. "It's a pleasure to meet you both." And he did have a sort of pleased look in his eyes now.

Then the one on the bed spoke up. He had long silver hair that trailed down his back to stop mid-shoulder blade. His long silver bangs framed his face, which held eyes like shimmering aquamarine. Soft lips formed a smirk that seemed to agree with the look in is read haired companion's eyes. "Yes, nice to meet you indeed. My name is Riku. My friend here is Axel. These lovely ladies are our wards. Kairi was the one who found you two wandering the streets. She informed us immediately of your plight and we insisted on seeing to your well-being." At that, Roxas spoke up, "But why us? Not that we aren't grateful! It's just, this is all so strange. What is it you want from us?" Roxas was getting increasingly uncomfortable, and with his discomfort came a small sense of bravery. The interruption didn't seem to faze Riku, who just grinned and raised an eyebrow.

"Why not you? Two dashing young men wandering the streets in the middle of the snow, who wouldn't want to pick you up?" the one called Axel retorted. Roxas nearly glared at the man, but thought it rude to glare at their host, so settled on a blank stare. "Because, sir, we're 19 and homeless. No one wants to pick us up. We were nearly screaming for joy when your girl waved us down," he protested. This caused the redhead to chuckle and reply, "And you found absolutely nothing suspicious about that? If she was some corner treat, wouldn't she be looking for a more well-dressed gentleman whose wallet she could woo? No. Our little Kairi did well in picking you two up." The compliment awarded Axel with a giggle from Kairi. He turned his head slightly to give the girl a wink, which just made her giggle more.

Riku just rolled his eyes. It was all a little immature and Roxas took a good look at all of them. They all must have been around his and Sora's age, if maybe a little older. Roxas felt a warmth blanket him. It was reassurance and comfort from Sora. The brunette didn't like this anymore than Roxas, but he kept his cool, being strong in his own way. Roxas sent a wave of gratitude towards his bother. Kairi's giggling stopped abruptly and her piercing blue eyes shot away from Axel to observe the twins. However, the sudden attention was what made them jump; it was the pair of glistening fangs in the girl's mouth that flashed as she smiled that made them jump.

Their reaction caused the other occupants in the room to laugh. And as each one opened their mouth to do so, a pair of fangs appeared. Roxas was pretty sure Sora wouldn't send another wave of comfort; he'd need it for himself. It was at this moment that the blond really wished he hadn't followed Kairi. Now they were going to be vampire food. Of course they'd be picked; no one would care to look for a couple of homeless bums if they went missing. A miserable end to their miserable lives, how fitting.

The laughter faded and all eyes returned to the boys in the doorway. Neither had fled, but it was only a matter of time before they tried. Riku ran his tongue slowly over his fangs and said, "You two are amusing. We'll take good care of you, so don't worry. And don't even think about leaving this house. It's impossible if we don't want you to. Xion will take you back to your temporary rooms until midnight. Then, the fun will really begin." The girl with the short black hair, who they figured was Xion, got up from where she had been reclining against Axel's couch and walked over to them.

Still a bit shaken after their encounter, the twins followed the dark girl down the hall and back to the opposite side of the mansion. As they neared the door to the room they had first been brought to, Sora's stomach gave a long, low growl. A light pink blush graced his cheeks when Xion turned to him with a smirk and raised eyebrow. The brunette smiled back sheepishly and said, "I'm sorry. We haven't eaten in a day or two. You wouldn't happen to have anything edible around, would you?" This seemed to amuse Xion a great deal because she actually had to stop walking in order to laugh. A minute or two passed before she composed herself enough to answer. "Really? Did you seriously just ask me that? No worries sill boy, you'll not be needing what you think is edible after tonight."

Her words sent cold shivers up and down the twins' spines as she opened the door to the room and let them inside. Before she closed it again, Roxas turned around and stopped her. She gave him an inquiring look and he asked, "Er, what about our clothes? The ones we came in. Can we have them back now?" Again, the words made the girl laugh as if told a very funny joke, which perhaps it was to her. "Silly, silly boy, you won't be needing those ratty things you call clothes anymore. You are with us now. You'll only look the best. Besides, your outfits are perfect for the occasion later. I'll be back a bit before midnight. Get some rest. You'll need it."

And with that last ominous message, she departed, closing the door behind her with a seemingly final click. Roxas turned around to face Sora, who seemed to have gone a bit pale. Roxas went over and hugged his brother, clinging to him like his life depended on it. Maybe it did. Oh, what could have possibly gotten into?

*Woo! How's that for a first chapter? Bada bing! I'm wondering if anyone figured out where I got my inspiration for Sora and Roxas' dresses. If you know, tell me in a review! If you get it right, I'll write you a complimentary fic on any pairing you like! 1000-2000 words. Just tell me your answer and fave pairing in a review (shamelessly trying to get reviews) as well as any feedback. I'll get along with the next chapter soon, as well as get back to my other fics! Ja ne! ^_^*