My first submission in almost a year! I've been awfully busy, people, I'm sorry—assuming I still have watchers/fans left, that is. I'm working on some pieces that I hope to have done soon, but I like to finish them before I put them up here so I don't leave you guys hanging.
Moving on. This is a crap chapter. It is a crap chapter because it is meant to be a crap chapter, and if you say different, I will hit you with a fish. If you would, please try to imagine that it's an excerpt from a full-blown crap fic. I know it's confusing, but I'm trying to make a point. You'll see.
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Obligatory Disclaimer: Sora, Roxas, Riku, Axel, and Kairi all belong to Square Enix. Dancers, makeup, outfits, the stage, the music, and toadstools all belong to me.
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Sora wandered up to him, feeling out of place in the stirring mass of bodies. He looked back to Roxas for help, but the blond was in Axel's arms, the two of them smooching at each others' faces and spreading Roxas's black lipstick everywhere. Axel's hand was slipping under the lace and fishnet on Roxas's back, and Roxas moaned deliciously into the kiss.
Turning away with his stomach churning from doubt, and wishing he and Riku could be like that, he finally found the object of his affection by the bar, studying the dancers. From the way his eyes roved over them, Sora was certain he was looking for someone to dance with, which made it all the more uncomfortable when those orbs of green landed on him. He blushed furiously, pursing his delicate lips—Roxas was right, the lipstick did taste like crap—and blurted out, "I love you."
It was so stupid. So utterly stupid of him. He looked at his feet, neatly decked out in heels from Roxas's collection, and studied the roses along the sides. His first thought was to say something to fix it, something like "Haha, it was a joke, funny!" Something like that wouldn't save him, but it would be better than this. It would be better than Riku's quiet, calculating look. "I love you," he repeated more fiercely, not really knowing why, other than that he had to make Riku aware of this. Succeed or fail, he looked up into Riku's eyes, his own blazing with intense feeling and emotion, his delicate heart beating against his chest, hoping that, somehow, Riku wouldn't hate him.
The gaze he met wasn't the cold, calculating stare he was accustomed to, but the gentle eyes of someone who cared. "Sora…" Riku said softly, his lips turned up in a smile for his friend's benefit. "I'm…I'm sorry, I guess I never realized you felt the same way."
"The same…?" Sora's eyes widened.
"I love you too. I always have."
Before Sora knew what was happening, he was in Riku's arms. Overwhelmed by emotion, he broke down into tears, but it wasn't embarrassing somehow. Riku did nothing, only waited for it to work out. As Sora looked up, something happened, and suddenly Riku was pressing his lips to those of Sora. It was the most amazing feeling as those delicate parts of their faces interwove, and lust was born. All too soon, they pulled away, and Riku took Sora's hand in his. "Let's dance," he said, pulling Sora onto the floor. Sora's cheeks lit up with pleasure as he realized that Riku had chosen him—him and no one else.
A slow song had come on, the lights dimming to soft purples and blues over the dark bodies of the other dancers, and they, at first awkwardly, but then smoothly settled into one another's embrace. Sora glanced around and realized that all the other girls had their heads resting against their partner's chests. Wondering faintly if Riku would approve, he rested his head against his chest as well. He felt a faint brush of air against his face as Riku chuckled, but didn't move away. As the music continued, he got more comfortable and closed his eyes, swaying with Riku to the music, feeling complete. He wanted nothing else in the world than for this to continue.
All too soon, it stopped, and he pulled away, remembering what he had promised himself he would do for Riku if he accepted his love. Riku looked after him in confusion. "Sora?" he called once. But Sora didn't respond, only looked back with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Riku jumped as a loud moan rang out behind him, but then realized it was because Axel and Roxas were necking passionately. He rolled his eyes, but the damage was done. Sora was gone. He looked around in a panic, hearing the techno beat kick in again, and realized that someone up at the top was calling for strippers. To his surprise, Sora was among the few who had volunteered. Not knowing what to expect, he pushed his way through the crowd to get to the front of the stage.
The strippers went to work, gyrating their bodies in seductive, eye-catching motions. But Riku's eyes were locked on Sora, who spun around the pole a few times before turning his back to his watchers. He removed his short little yellow shirt and threw it behind him. A girl behind Riku started screaming in his ear and reaching up for the flying clothing. When Sora turned back around, he waltzed around the stage in extravagant lingerie, never taking his eyes off Riku. In short order, the pink shorts were gone as well, and soon the lingerie would as well. Then he turned around and mimed being screwed—hard—in the ass. Riku gripped the edge of the stage, short of breath, at the looks Sora was giving him, poking a finger into his mouth lustily. Sora took his time with the lingerie, and Riku felt himself flush as something in his pants got interested. Once the lingerie, too went flying over the crowd's head, Sora pranced about in the nude like the others, keeping his hands over his nipples like they were. He revealed them one by one, and Riku felt a nosebleed build up.
And suddenly Sora was walking towards him, swaying his wide hips as he did so, and Riku was momentarily distracted by a certain focal point low on Sora's person. The brunette kneeled down and wrapped his arms around Riku's head, kissing him passionately as the music thrilled to a finish.
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Ah, the utter crappiness. The craptacular crappy crapitude. I think I like "smooching at each other's faces" best, it made me guffaw. Run-on sentences were fun, too—I just made them go on, and on, and on, and the pretty lights, and the things, and the yes, and the no, and yah. If you were ever confused about who "he" or "they" was referring to, I WANTED IT THAT WAY. YES I DID. MUAHAHAHAHA. And writing about Sora stripping made my stomach turn, it really did. I'm sorry that it exists. I truly am sorry. It was physically painful to write (and, no doubt, read) and couldn't have ended sooner, which is why I will NOT be reading over it. Ever.
Anyway. This is not the chapter upon which I want to focus your attention, as it is a crappy, crappy, crappy chapter for a reason.
Thanks for sticking with me if you read through this filth! I literally wrote it without stopping to edit almost ever! I promise the next one's going to be more aesthetically pleasing as we take venture into Riku's brain! And it has a MESSAGE!