Me: So I was working on 'Axel Likes It When' and realized I wanted some Akuroku in Twilight Town. It's another chapter story by the way, this is the teaser. And italics are a dream, just so you know.
Cautai: That's it?
Me: That's it.
Mims: Wow, short author's note.
Disclaimer: The lawyers said no when I asked them if I could have Kingdom Hearts.
Warning: Nothing overly explicit yet, maybe later…alright definitely later, but not now. Like, next chapter probably. But not PWP, nope there's a point to what I'm going to write. I have morals damn it! …Alright, I don't…but I have a point. For now, mentions of wet dreams and masturbation, kind of…
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It was happening again, the dreams. They used to just be of adventures, but now, now they were something more, something that kind of disturbed the little blond boy who was having them. He would see that flash of red and a piercing green, then he would feel hot, so unbelievably hot, but it was nice. It was actually too nice, considering that he always woke up with a rather nice little mess to clean up before his mother came to wake him for the day. Today was no different for Roxas. He woke and found himself sticky and he was damn well sick of it. Why was he having these dreams of someone who he had never met and getting so excited about it that he was…well, you know. And that wasn't even the worst part of it. He couldn't see the persons face, but he was fairly certain that they were a man, and Roxas wasn't gay. No, he was totally straight…right?
With a sigh Roxas pushed himself out of bed, it wouldn't do him any good to dwell on it any longer, he wouldn't get any answers. Glaring down at the mess staining his pajama bottoms, the blond walked over to his dresser and pulled out some clothes for the day and set them on the bed. Stripping down he threw his pajamas in the hamper, but when he reached for his boxers he found the bed empty. Frowning slightly, Roxas bent down to look around the floor, his clothes must have just fallen off the bed after all. A low chuckle made him spin around, but his room was empty. Still, he could have sworn he heard someone laughing at him.
Still peering around the room, Roxas suddenly couldn't move; heat was flowing through him again. Blue eyes slid shut as waves of pleasure washed over him, almost burning him in his own skin, but it was oh so good. He could swear he felt it sliding over his skin like too warm hands, caressing him ever so lightly. It was almost like there was hot breath on his neck, like there were lips just barely touching him. His own breath sped up as the feeling intensified, as the hands felt realer, the lips seemed to touch him. Still he couldn't move, even as those hands that weren't really there, that couldn't be there, ran over him. They ran across his shoulders, down his sides, over his stomach, and finally seemed to grip his length. Gasping slightly, Roxas tried to get his body to respond, to turn, to make sure it was only a dream; that he was all alone, but he still couldn't move.
He was so close, the heat was pooling in his stomach, he couldn't hold on much longer. "Do you like that Roxas?" a voice asked, a very male voice.
Snapping out of his daze, Roxas spun around only to find he was alone. Looking around in confusion, the blond found himself completely dressed standing by himself in the middle of his room. "Has my imagination really gotten that vivid?" he asked the empty room.
"Roxas!" a voice called from downstairs, "Your friends are going to be here soon!"
"Crap," the blond muttered as he grabbed his school bag from his desk. After throwing one more look around the room, Roxas hurried downstairs.
After a hurried breakfast, Roxas went out onto the porch to wait for Hayner, Pence, and Olette to show up. He couldn't help but to think back to what had happened in his bedroom that morning, because there was no way he had imagined it. Nope, no way. He was straight after all, why would he imagine a man's voice. Because he was straight, not gay, nope…right? Sighing heavily, Roxas sat down and put his head in his hands. Why was he thinking these things anyway? Why was he questioning something he knew was true? He was straight, he knew it. He had a crush on that girl down the street after all. And that meant he was straight. Not gay. At all. End of thought train. No stops in gay town. Still, that had been nice, like the dreams.
"Gah!" Roxas pulled his hair slightly, "I'm not gay!"
"Nice to know," a smug voice said, "But we all know it's a lie."
Looking up startled, Roxas saw his friends smiling down at him. "What is that supposed to mean Hayner?" Roxas growled.
"Only that you've been checking out my ass all year," Hayner smiled and struck a pose as Pence and Olette rolled their eyes, "I can't blame you though, I am one hot piece of sex."
"Get over yourself Hayner," Roxas said as he stood, "No one wants to tap that. Well, maybe Seifer."
"Ew," Hayner recoiled as if bitten, "That's just nasty Roxas."
"You asked for it," the blond said as he walked over to his nice friends.
"And it is true," Olette giggled as they started on their way down the street.
"Oh god," Hayner grabbed his head, "The images."
Roxas let Pence and Olette go on about how Hayner would look so cute with Seifer and Hayner cringe and yell at them in disgust, his mind somewhere else. He couldn't believe he had said that out loud, and that his friends had heard him. At least he had successfully distracted them so that they teased the other blond of the group; he wasn't really in the mood to deal with having to explain what he meant. Still, what did it all mean? Was he just having a normal teen moment, normal sexual confusion? Or was it something more? Why did it feel so good? It certainly hadn't felt that good when he had touched himself to thoughts of that girl down the street. This was so much more intense, so much better. Maybe he was gay, maybe he was just lying to himself. No, he wouldn't have had those thoughts if he was. It was just a phase, that was all. Or maybe he was bi? It was too complicated, why couldn't there just be an easy answer?
"Hey Rox," a voice said, snapping the blond out of his thoughts.
"Yeah?" he asked dully.
"Jeeze dude, pay attention," Hayner sighed, "Do you want to go to the beach?"
"Maybe some other time," Roxas said just as dully.
"Ah," Hayner threw his hands up, "Why won't any of you go to the beach with me?"
"Because we have all summer," Pence said, "And the weather is horrible today."
"I don't mean today."
"We'll go later," Olette assured the temperamental blond, "We do have all summer."
"I guess," Hayner didn't sound convinced.
"Hey guys," Roxas said suddenly.
"Yeah," they said in unison.
"I don't really feel that good; I think I'm just going to go home."
"You don't look so good," Olette said and walked up to him to put a hand on his forehead, "You do feel a bit warm. Maybe you're just getting sick."
"Stop mothering him Olette," Hayner said, "Just let him leave."
"I really feel loved," Roxas said in a false pained voice.
Ignoring Olette's attempts to make him feel better, Roxas headed back towards his house. Halfway there he decided he didn't want to go home, it was too early in the day to go home and mope. Because that's what he was doing, moping, he had to admit that to himself. Sighing slightly, he made his way up Twilight Hill and sat on the grass watching the trains move below him. It was oddly calming, the way that they simply passed him by at regular intervals. It was predictable, normal. There was nothing abnormal about it, no questions, no worries, no confusion, just…normal. Closing his eyes, Roxas laid down on the grass and let himself drift into darkness.
"Roxas," the voice breathed.
"Hm?" the blond sat up to find himself alone.
"You don't remember do you?"
"Who's there?" Roxas stood, turning slowly in an attempt to locate the speaker.
"It's me, you know me," the voice said directly behind him.
Spinning Roxas found himself facing red and green, but there was nothing else, no distinguishing features, just hair and eyes. "I don't know you," the blond said uneasily.
"Sure you do," the figure came forward and Roxas saw black beneath those eyes and that hair, "Just like I know you. Just like I know your body."
"My what?!" Roxas took a step back, startled by the man's statement.
"Come on Roxy," the figure continued to advance, "You know you want me to remind you, you always do."
"No I don't."
The figure was suddenly right in front of Roxas, his hands slipping around him and pulling him close. The scent of smoke filled the blonde's senses and his muscles relaxed as he leaned into the embrace. He didn't react as the hands ran down his frame, slipping under his shirt and caressing his sides. "See," that deep voice whispered, "Your body remembers me, knows me."
"Why?" Roxas whispered, unable to raise his voice or head.
"Why what?"
"Why do I feel this way?"
"Because, you belong with me Roxas," the voice became stern, "And I won't let you go, not now or ever."
With a gasp Roxas sat up, looking around wildly. It was the half dark of night time in Twilight Town; he had slept through the day. Closing his eyes and sighing heavily, Roxas ran his hand through his hair. Why was this happening to him? Who the hell was it that he kept dreaming about? And why…why was he so familiar?
"This doesn't make any sense," he whispered to the 'night'.
Opening his eyes and staring up into the sky, Roxas had never felt so lost before in his life. He just wanted to know what the hell was going on. Realizing that his mother was probably getting worried about him, Roxas stood and started home. Walking through the streets, he was glad that there was no one out to bother him; he really didn't think he could deal with people right now. Walking down an alley, Roxas paused and looked behind him. He could have sworn he was being watched…but there was no one there. Shaking his head slightly, the blond turned and continued on his way, never noticing the emerald eyes watching him from the shadows.
Walking quickly, Roxas finally made it back home and with one last glance at the street, slipped inside. His mother was watching TV in the living room and looked up briefly to smile at him as he made his way up the stairs to his room. Roxas didn't bother to undress before falling onto his bed. He had barely been awake all day, and yet he was so exhausted. It felt like he hadn't slept in almost a week, not in almost an hour.
"What's going on with me?" he asked the ceiling, "Why is all this happening?"
There were no answers, no voice to tell him to remember. Though why he expected one was beyond him. He almost wanted the man to appear in his room like he had in his dream. To ask him what was going on of course. He didn't want something else, no, just explanations. Sighing at his own lie, Roxas rolled over on his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. Why did it have to be this confusing? Up until the dreams started he hadn't ever questioned is own sexuality, not even once. He had always been so sure about liking girls, but now… It was just too confusing; he didn't want to think about it.
Slowly his body started to relax, his eyes becoming heavy and thought fell away. Roxas was sure he must have fallen asleep, because suddenly there was a hand rubbing his back in such a soothing manner and it didn't seem weird at all. He simply let the hand move across his shirt, softly massaging away all his stress. It was nice, warm. "Mm," he murmured, "That feels good."
A soft chuckle followed his statement and another hand was placed on his back. The hands began to knead into his tired muscles, the knots that had developed over weeks of tension and uncertainty vanishing under that those skilled warm fingers. Thought seemed so far away that Roxas barely registered when a deep voice spoke. "Do you still not remember me?"
"What?" the blond found that his voice was thick, almost like he could barely speak.
"Roxas," the hands vanished, "Why do you do this to me?" But the blond didn't answer; he had fallen too deeply into the darkness of sleep. A soft sigh filled the room and the man stood from where he was kneeling next to the bed. Running his hand through crimson hair, emerald eyes scanned the bedroom. As they fell on a picture of Roxas and that woman the blond called mother, a small smile crept onto the man's lips. Walking over to it he picked the frame up and pocketed it. With one last look at the sleeping boy he vanished into darkness.
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Me: So what cha think? I'm going to be working on a ton of oneshots for artist alley at Anime Detour next year, and I was thinking of having them be in a similar style to this, so it's important to know if it works.
Mims: Talk about the future of the story!
Me: Right. So this is a chapter story and will be very explicit in the very near future. I'm having it take place over the entire summer vacation that Twilight Town Roxas went through, not jut the few days we saw. And I'm majorly altering some things later on, guess what and win…my undying love? Not a contest by the way. Also, if I'm getting kind of OOC for any of the characters please tell me. I don't write Hayner, Pence, and Olette very often, so I worry about doing them wrong. As I said in the warning this is not PWP at all, I have a very real point to what I'm going to write. There will be sex, and lots of it, but a point none the less. Actually, the next chapter starts and ends with sex. It's sex, story, plot, sex. And a completely random question if anyone is reading this. Does anyone know where to find Crisis Core cut scenes for downloading? I want to make an AMV and I can't find them anywhere. So now REVIEW! No reviews for kelle611 means no sex for the readers. I won't waste my time on something no one likes, so five reviews or no porn with point.