Agony of Separation
Chapter 2 – Wicked
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts…the game…that's really pathetic. I own Kingdom Hearts 2 though! The game…not the actual thing and that's what makes me really, very, ultra sad! It's so unfair that I can't own it! I'm a good little boy (not really) and I deserve something for my hard work…like sleeping, eating, and breathing!
Warning: This chapter shall contain the following: Riku…Sora…and some new characters! You have been warned! It will also have Some Sora with Roxas, some jealousy, and maybe someone will die! No, no one will die…yet. Mwauahahah! Am I lying? You'll have to read to find out!
Author's Note: Oh…My…GOD! I love you all! All the reviews! THE REVIEWS! I totally wasn't expecting this! Especially from a story that I began writing for no apparent reason! I truly love you all! You guys rock and kick ass! It's moments like these that make writing truly worthwhile! That and the fact that it goes against everything that my family believes in…but besides that, I write for you guys! You! Yes you! I'm talking to you! YOU! Anywho, please enjoy this chapter! Enjoy this chapter you! Oh, and I'm not really sure to how to reply to all your lovely reviews OO I'm kind of slow. Uh…if any of you had any questions, I think I answer them in this chapter! I'm sorry that you don't get individual replies, but I really don't have the time! I love all your reviews though! They make me laugh and make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. The only other thing that does that to me is beer…but your reviews are better! Seriously, you guys are great!
Previously: "Yeah, I'll be fine, but wow! You're a lucky guy, Sora.
You have no idea how lucky you are."
Slender fingers hovered behind Sephiroth's neck, barely touching the skin. His long silver hair fell over his eyes, but Riku was still clearly visible, standing shirtless in front of him. A finger brushed the hair out of his eyes, soft to the touch. Riku let his hands fall to Sephiroth's chest and held onto the man's striped tie. He pulled Sephiroth into a kiss; one of beauty, of passion, of lust. The small space between their lips was filled by their clashing tongues.
The older man pushed into Riku's mouth, tasting the boy's youth. His tongue swirled, playing and exploring the depth of Riku, and Riku allowed him. Succumb to Sephiroth's dominance; Riku released the tie that he held so tightly. Pulling at where the tie knotted, he removed it from Sephiroth's neck. The shirt was next.
A button at a time, Riku slowly revealed Sephiroth's hairless, chiseled chest. Their kiss still continued, neither one of them wanting it to end. But they could hold their breath for so long and they released the lock their lips had.
Sephiroth's shirt was cast aside, allowing for the boy to gaze at his beauty. Riku ran warm hands across the bear chest, exciting Sephiroth. Riku was like a small child, captivated by the man and curious to how far he'll let him go. Sephiroth's skin was soft, Riku feared to touch it for it might ruin the man's perfection. But when he stopped, strong hands gripped his own and returned them back to their game of curiosity.
Riku came to Sephiroth's nipple, passing his thumb over it. An excited chill coursed through the older man, so Riku did it again. The reactions that Sephiroth expressed showed that the boy was a natural at the art of seduction. Unable to control himself, Riku covered the man's nipple with his lips. He nipped and sucked at it, making sure that he didn't bite too hard.
Sephiroth watched him, pleased with the boy's work. The older man took this chance to release the pressure that was building in his pants. The unzipping noise made Riku freeze, lips still over Sephiroth. Zip, the pants were slowly undone and Riku's face was flushed, becoming warmer.
The boy's eyes remained closed, only able to see through the sounds Sephiroth made. Riku tilted his head up and opened his eyes so that he was looking at Sephiroth. Their difference in height forced Riku to stand on his feet's end to kiss the older man. Sephiroth urged to make it more intimate, but Riku pulled away, gazing at the man's unzipped pants.
Somehow, they managed to stay on, but Riku was going to change that. Falling on his knees, he was eye-level to the apparent bulge that stared at him. He gripped the side of Sephiroth's legs and tugged. More skin was exposed, but the true desire remained hidden. Another tug and Sephiroth's heart began to race. Riku pulled on one side, bearing the man's thigh. Then the other was shown. One more and Sephiroth could be taken advantage of. A guilty conscience stopped the platinum-blond from removing the rest.
"What's wrong?" The older man asked, irritated that Riku had chosen that moment to develop a sense of guilt.
"What about your wife?"
"Don't worry about her. She won't be home for hours." Sephiroth reassured.
"That's not it." Riku sat on the back of his legs and dropped his hands to his knees. "You're married…this isn't right."
"Sure it is." Sephiroth nudged on; his arousal beginning to ache. "Now, come back here and finish what you started."
"Whatever." Riku said nonchalantly. With one quick motion, Riku had Sephiroth's pants down to his ankles and he resumed the position he had before. Sephiroth stood motionless as Riku leaned closer, lips parted. He could feel the boy's breath on where he needed release. Riku's mouth opened wide, about to take in Sephiroth and…
"Cut!" …and then he stopped.
A loud groan came from Sephiroth as he pulled his pants back up. Annoyance rang from his barking orders for a latté.
The lights flashed on, revealing the cameras that had been recording their every movement. The men behind those cameras were zipping up their pants, blushing when they were caught by Riku's eye. Leon stood up from the chair marked director and stomped towards the platinum-blond. "What the hell was that? 'Whatever''!" The tall brunet mocked, throwing the script at Riku. "The line was 'But I can't…your wife…' and Sephiroth would then force himself on you. We've been through this already, Riku! The dead line's next week and we've only done two sex scenes!" Leon rubbed his temples, grabbed his megaphone and began to yell. "Everyone, take five!"
Immediately, everyone in the room headed to the snack table and began gorging on its contents, momentarily forgetting about Leon and Riku.
Riku sat on the bed that made up the set while Leon stood in front of him, arms crossed. His dark brown hair hid the pencil on his right ear. A long scar traced the front of his face; an accident that had destroyed his modeling career, forcing him to work behind the scenes. The director ran a hand through his hair, letting it flow between his fingers. "What's wrong Riku?"
The platinum-blond didn't respond. His hands were between his legs and his head hung low. Despite his legal age, Riku was acting like a stubborn child. The bed shifted as Leon sat beside him. Leon's tone changed, from that of an angry director to a concerned friend. "I'm sorry for putting so much pressure on you. You just started in the special program and already I've given you too much to do. It's not fair of me to force all this on you…"
Riku shook his head. "You're not forcing me. "
"Then what is it, Riku? You have to tell me these things." Leon scooted closer, shifting the bed again and making the sides of their bodies touch.
"It's just—"
"Leon!"
Relieved to having been interrupted, Riku looked in the direction, along with everyone else, of where the call came from. Cloud burst into the room, gaining everyone's attention. All eyes were on the blond, confused to why he entered the room. No one as allowed to enter. Whispers arose between equipment operators and assistants.
Cloud was looking around, finally spotting Leon. His legs sprinted and he tackled the director onto the bed. The impact knocked Riku off and made Leon groan. "Cloud! You're not allowed in here!"
"But it's important!" Cloud whined.
"I don't care!" Leon pushed Cloud off the bed, satisfied with the thud that followed.
"But it's about Roxas." The name caught Leon's attention and anyone one who was eavesdropping. Even Riku's curiosity was tweaked. Cloud took notice to the sudden silence and motioned for Leon to move closer. Nobody could clearly hear what the blond was whispering into Leon's ear and they were drying to find out. They could only decipher bits and pieces based on Leon's facial expressions.
His eyes opened wide. Shock. The lift of an eyebrow showed confusion. Nodding of the head. Understanding. The slowly growing smirk. Plotting. Someone dropped their coffee, causing a loud commotion, making some people miss the kiss planted on the blonde's lips. Gratitude. Why the director expressed so much was the sole reason why nobody blinked.
Cloud left, much quieter than when he came in. Riku had heard everything, being as close as he was to them. Their conversation repeatedly played in Riku's mind. His grip on the bed's leg shook his body and turned his knuckles white.
"Roxas found a new toy. His name is Sora, a new model. I can see why Roxas would choose him. He has that whole I'm-innocent-on-the-outside-but-I-want-you-to-fuck-me-hard look to him. Everyone was undressing him with their eyes and if Roxas has him, that'll make it harder to…"
The coffee was spilled at that point and Riku couldn't hear much of anything else.
"Are you alright?" Leon leaned over the side of the bed, eyeing Riku who was still on the floor. The grip on the bed lessened, stopping Riku's shaking.
The room filled with gossip of what was whispered to Leon. Usually, he didn't show his feelings towards the blond so openly, so the news had to have been good for the director to kiss Cloud as strongly as he did. Rumors compiled, most of them absurd while other were plausible. Only when they heard about the new model did the rumors become worse.
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The school bell rung, kids ran merrily from school, glad that the day was finally over. Their laughter spread to their parents, contagious. Some stayed behind to play a last game of kickball while others got a head start on their homework. The ball was pitched, rolling faster to the kid. It made contact with his foot and flew to the other side of the field. Grinning, the kid ran all four bases, sliding home for added effect. His teammates cheered for him, patting him in the back and handing out high-fives.
Sora was walking pass the school, watching the children play their game of kickball. His lips curved into a smile when one of the kids missed the kick and fell. All the children joined in pointing and ridiculing him as he rubbed the area that was sore. Sora found a seat on a bench, just beside the kickball field. The children paid no attention to him, concentrating hard on their game. This moment was used to think back at Wicked.
Too many things happened at once that Sora found it hard to believe them. After Roxas claimed him as his own, Sora nearly collapsed, having become weak in the knees. Cloud had held him up and fanned the brunet with one of their magazines. The weekly issues of the "Wicked", a magazine solely dedicated to the models there. On the front cover was none other than Roxas.
The top model left nothing to the imagination. Wearing almost nothing, Roxas was shown drenched in water. The tips of his hair fell over his face and dripped down. A simple wifebeater, soaked to the point that it looked like he wasn't even wearing one was on over his chest. His arms were raised over his head, falling over his head. To top it all off, he didn't wear anything to hide his lower body. The picture was taken when all the water was dropped and had reached that area, giving the illusion that water floated. That part of Roxas was blurred, but one could get a decent picture of what 'it' looked like. There was a reason why Roxas was the top model at Wicked.
The magazine was put back on a rack and Cloud sat quietly beside Sora, wanting to hear the brunet's thoughts. "Feeling better?" Cloud asked.
"Yeah, I think." Sora could still feel the tingle on his lips where Roxas had ran his tongue. His fingers touched his chaste lips, making sure that the feeling was real.
Mesmerized, Cloud looked at Sora and then at Roxas, then at Sora again. Their similarity was astonishing. It was as if they were made for each other. Roxas was posing in front of one of many cameras, the last shoot of the hour. After the flash of bright light, Roxas' photo shoot was over, giving him free time for at least another hour. Using his time given, Roxas headed towards Sora.
Sora didn't notice Roxas until a shadow fell over him. Seeing what caused the shadow, Sora gazed up and became enthralled in Roxas' stare. Crystal blue eyes. The same ones he had, only the ones he was looking into were serious and had seen things that Sora had never dreamed of ever seeing. Eyes full of experience that would be passed onto the brunet.
Roxas leaned in and brushed his lips against Sora, his way of greeting. "Let's go, babe." He grabbed Sora's hand and lifted him from the chair without any resistance from the brunet. Sora looked back at Cloud, unsure of what to do, but all he got was a wink from the blond. Roxas tugged on his arm and Sora reluctantly followed him out of Wicked.
They took a casual walk, admiring the sights that the town had to offer. Grass grew in all places along with trees that towered over all. The sunlight penetrated through the leaves, casting broken shadows over the two. Roxas had his hand in Sora's back pocket, pulling him close to his side. Sora blushed, but wrapped an arm around Roxas' waist.
Their walk ended up at the park. School wasn't finished yet, so the park was empty, save for a few couples. Roxas removed his shoes and sock and walked onto the sand. The warm sand seeped through his toes, tickling the ends of his feet. Sora did the same and followed Roxas to the swings. Roxas let his feet hang above the ground and propelled himself forward using his legs, then back and forward again, gaining momentum. Soon, Roxas was swinging off the ground with Sora right beside him.
"It's been so long since I've been away from work. I would always come to the swings as a kid when school got tough and just swing all afternoon. Now, there's no time for that. Wicked has me booked for photo shoots for the rest of the year and I haven't been able to get out of any of them." Roxas sighed and let the swing slow down on its own. Sora didn't know why Roxas was telling him this, but he at least listened. "I even tried getting into the special program, but they said I wasn't old enough. At least if I was in the special program, I wouldn't have to model anymore."
"The special program?" Cloud had mentioned it before, but never said exactly what it was. Now was his chance to find out more.
"Yeah, you have to be at least eighteen. They won't even tell me what it is until I become of legal age next month." The swing came to a stop.
Next month? "My birthday's next month too."
Roxas looked up at him. "Oh yeah? What day?"
"The seventh."
Roxas laughed and leaned back in the swing, holding his body up by the chains. His hair swept the top of the sand, the swing moving on its own. "Me too." It was spoken unexcitedly, but Roxas was still surprised that he shared so much with the boy he had chosen for himself. "Sora, do you know why I chose you?"
Sora shook his head. "I didn't even know if I liked guys until you…well, you were there." Even the thought of Roxas' lips made Sora's face flush.
Roxas laughed, enjoying Sora's innocence. Roxas could see himself in Sora, before his modeling career. Carefree, untainted, untouched. "I have to go back or they'll send out a search party." He got up from the swings and headed back to Wicked. What Roxas wanted to say was left unsaid. Today wasn't the time to tell him.
Sora had stayed at the park awhile longer before exploring the town. That's how he ended up at the school, watching the kids' game of kickball. The sun was setting and the kids said their goodbyes to each other. A final kick and the kids went home.
Riku was probably home by now. Not wanting to make his best friend worry, Sora headed back to the apartment. The walk went by much slower alone then when he was with Roxas. With the model, Sora didn't even notice how far they had gone until they reached the park. It was surprising that someone could make Sora forget about the world around him. Riku had never done that to him.
Inserting the key that Riku had given him, Sora unlocked the door to the platinum-blonde's room. Sora switched the lights on, expecting to find Riku, but he wasn't home yet. A quick shower and a change of clothing put Sora at an ease. He plopped himself on the couch and flipped through the channels. Nothing caught his attention until he heard the word "wicked''.
The commercial advertised the magazine, showing the one with Roxas on the cover. A number was shown on the bottom of the screen along with payment information. Sora felt an urge to read the magazine and found a copy of the "Wicked" on the coffee table. This months issue featured the same picture of Roxas that Cloud had shown him. Flipping through the pages, Sora found more pictures of clothing, the latest styles, even one of Cloud, and a lot on Roxas.
At the back of the magazine was a chance to subscribe to the Wicked's special program. The price was shockingly high and the number was different the subscription for the magazine. There was also a picture of Riku.
His hands were handcuffed and chained to something that went off page. Silver hair covered half his face and the other half looked down at the ground. No shirt was present and no pants either. Just where Riku was fully exposed, the page ended, right to top of his waist. A spiked collar was around his neck as well as his arms and wrists. Sora had never seen his friend like this before.
Sora closed the magazine quickly, blushing at having seen his best friend in that state. Suddenly, Sora felt dirty again and he went back into the shower.
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After many tries, Riku finally got the bed scene with Sephiroth finished. It took a couple of beers, but Riku was able to get through it. It's not that Sephiroth wasn't attractive—in fact, he's known for his record of having sex. Sephiroth was one of the first people to join Wicked when it first opened, gaining fans from the start. People loved his long silver hair and hard, muscular body. Even though he had no sense of humor whatsoever, people loved him.
Having worked with the man many times (because people loved their silver hair) they had become quite close. Riku even took Sephiroth out to the Traverse Tavern a couple of times, but the only time they were intimate was at work. Sephiroth wasn't the type to remain with one person for too long. He was mainly in it for the sex, which made the job he had the perfect one for him.
Tomorrow, they were going to shoot the next scene, depicting Sephiroth, Riku, and the person who would be the wife in an orgasmic threesome. Riku shuddered at the mere thought of it. But he needed the money, now more than ever. Sora's birthday was next month and he wanted to get the brunet something special.
It was also Roxas' birthday.
Riku's grip on the steering wheel tightened. He was driving home, speeding past the other cars. It was a surprise that he hadn't crashed at the speed he was going. Riku's mind was anywhere but the road he drove on. Since Riku began working at Wicked, he never liked Roxas. The reason was unknown to him, but Riku didn't refuse the feelings of his instincts. That's how he met Sora after all.
Roxas and Sora.
Saying those two names in the same sentence seemed wrong. How could Sora choose Roxas over him? His best friend since he can remember.
Riku hit the front of the wheel, also hitting the horn. The loud honk angered the car in front of Riku, almost pulling over to yell at the platinum-blond.
Riku parked his car and took the elevator to his room. The door was unlocked and the lights were already on, telling Riku that Sora was already home. He threw the keys on the kitchen counter and took off his shirt. A day under hot lights had made him sweaty. And a day having nothing to do, but doggy-style made Riku feel incredibly dirty. Riku grabbed a towel and headed for the shower.
Riku grumbled as he opened the door. It wasn't until he was halfway in the bathroom that he realized that he wasn't the only one in there.
Sora was just getting out of the shower and grabbed the nearest towel to cover himself. He didn't say anything out of embarrassment and Riku didn't say anything out of shock. Neither of them moved, each fearing that they'd make the meeting worse.
All that kept the towel in front of Sora was a shaking hand, cold from the breeze. Riku's eyes were on what the towel hid, hoping that a gust of wind would make Sora drop it. "Riku." His eyes looked higher to Sora's red face. It was obviously very hard for Sora to say anything in his predicament, but he was trying. "C-can you t-turn around?" The cold was taking its toll, stuttering Sora's words.
The words pulled Riku out of his trance, automatically obeying the brunet's words. Riku turned around, unable to see Sora adjust the towel. It never occurred to Riku to leave the bathroom, partially because he didn't want to.
"Okay, you can turn around now." The towel was tightly wrapped around Sora's waist, hanging down to his ankles. Bashfully, Sora left the bathroom, not looking back at Riku.
"Good night." Was all Riku could muster up to say, anything to break the awkward moment between them. It was awhile before Riku actually turned the cold water on and stepped out his clothes. The cold water was a necessity after that; Sora's naked image stuck in his mind.
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The reality of Sora's and Roxas' relationship finally dawned on Riku. Riku stayed up most of the night, thinking about Roxas and Sora. Cloud said that Roxas had found himself a new toy. Did that mean that he was just using Sora? If that was the case, then Riku would beat Roxas so that he would never be able to model again. But what if it was something worse? What if they actually had feelings for each other? Riku shook his head, ridding himself of the horrid thoughts. He didn't even want to consider that possibility.
But still, the thoughts crawled into his mind, just when he was about to sleep. Any chance of being with Sora seemed distant. Any hope that had been there was gone, torn away by Roxas. Riku didn't even know that Sora was into other guys, which was one of the main reasons why Riku never revealed his feelings. So what was stopping him now? Nothing held him back, but then again, so did everything. This relationship is not meant to be.
Giving up on sleep, Riku pulled out his mother's book and opened it to a random page. The light on the nightstand was turned on, revealing the neatly printed letters. "Chapter 2 'Wicked'…" Ironic, Riku thought.
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Eggs scrambled in a frying pan, enough for two people. Shaking the pan, Riku poked at the yellow eggs with a spatula and added salt. The fire was turned down and Riku carried the pan to the table, serving the eggs onto the plates Sora had set. Along with the eggs were pancakes, strips of bacon, and a lone sausage. Freshly squeezed orange juice filled two glasses, completing the typical breakfast.
Sora sat hungrily in front of his plate, eagerly awaiting Riku to finish serving his eggs. As soon as Riku took his seat, Sora dug right in, not even taking time to chew. He swallowed the food down with the orange juice and used maple syrup to make it slide down his throat quicker.
Riku didn't have much of an appetite, mainly watching the brunet ingest his meal. A smudge of maple syrup lingered on the side of Sora's lips and Riku took a napkin and gently dabbed it away. This time, Sora didn't flinch away. "Thanks." He said with a mouth full of pancakes.
Instantly, Riku thought that Roxas had done something to Sora. Something that made him unsusceptible to a guy's touch, but he cast the thought aside, angry at himself for thinking about it too much.
As soon as Sora finished, they drove to the Wicked. Today, Sora was going to have his first photo shoot and Riku had to finish the scenes with Sephiroth and a new recruit. He parked in the parking lot and they went into the seemingly abandoned warehouse.
Cloud was there to greet them as well as Leon. Cloud introduced Leon to Sora and vice versa. Leon nodded, inspecting Sora as Roxas had done the day before. "I see." He muttered to himself.
Roxas came to greet them as well. He nodded his head at Cloud and Leon and shook Riku's hand. Then, in front of the three, Roxas grabbed the back of Sora's head and pulled him into a kiss. Starting to get used to Roxas' lips, Sora invited the model's tongue into his mouth. The invitation was accepted and Sora soon felt something slippery in his mouth.
This was torture for Riku. He felt almost betrayed even though his relationship with Sora was nothing like this. His stomach squirmed, churning and gurgling. Riku left with Leon before the kiss could end, unsure if he could make it through the day after what he just saw.
Cloud waited until the two were finished before taking Sora to his photographer. A quick peck on the lips and Roxas went back to his photo shoot.
"Okay, Sora, this sweet gal over here will be your photographer. Don't worry, she's scarily good at what she does."
"She has a name you know." The girl had her hands on her hips and glared at the blond before introducing herself to the young brunet. "My name is Aerith. Ace photographer at Wicked." A flash of light came from her camera, blinding Sora. "The best pictures are taken when the subject doesn't suspect they're coming." Sora rubbed his eyes, unable to stop seeing spots.
"I'll leave you two alone. With her on your side, front cover is all yours." Cloud gave him a thumbs up and ran to his photographer.
"Now, let's see." Aerith squinted, looking through the box-shape she made with her fingers. Sora stood perfectly still, watching the girl stare at him, seriously. For a professional, she wore an awful lot of pink; a pink, sleeveless tee that only went down to her belly button with a small red jacket that went up to her elbows. Her camera hung around her neck, swaying with her body. She wore a pink mini-skirt that showed her legs and accented her thighs. And a rather large, pink bow that kept her hair tied in a long braid, falling down to her skirt. "Yes, I think you'll do just fine. Here, put these on." She threw Sora some clothing and waited for him to change. When Sora failed to do anything at all she put her camera down. "Don't worry, I won't peak if you don't want me to." She then covered her eyes and turned around.
Nobody seemed to be looking at him, so Sora removed his shirt and pants, putting on the ones that Aerith had given him. Aerith looked between her fingers at Sora, grinning madly as the brunet struggled with the pants. Her giggle nearly made Sora fall over, embarrassed that she was peaking.
Finished, Aerith got her camera ready and fixed Sora that he had the proper light and poise. "This is the designer Yuffie's new ninja line. It will be coming out before the holidays in all clothing stores. So give me some ninja-style poses." One eye was looking through the camera while the other stared at Sora.
The bottom of Sora's face was hidden behind a cloth mask, showing off his hypnotic eyes. The shirt had a high collar, covering most of Sora's neck and hung loose around his body, allowing for easy movement. The pants were complicated, having many pockets and zippers. It was difficult to tell which way was the front and which was the back. Yet, they somehow looked appealing on the brunet. Sora's feet were bare and Aerith instructed him on what poses to do.
There were many flashes of bright lights, but Sora obeyed whatever the photographer told him. He was so caught up in the photo shoot that he didn't notice the crowd forming behind Aerith. Another bright flash and Sora switched from a crouching position to a cross-legged one. He surprised himself with the way he flirted with the camera, very unlike himself.
When he was alone, or with Riku, it was easy to be free and easygoing. With just a camera, Sora felt that same attitude. He no longer heard Aerith's instructions and moved on his own, letting his body roam around. The intense lights made Sora sweat, giving a shine to his body. The hair that seemed to defy gravity fell over his eyes, increasing the illusion of secrecy. With the outfit, it was difficult to see that it was Sora who caught your attention.
After a final shot, the shutter was closed and Aerith told Sora that they were finished. The crowd that had formed whistled and howled, wanting to know who the model was. The only other time they watched another model was when Roxas had a photo shoot. But Roxas was on the other side of the room, preparing for the photo shoot. So who was this mysterious model?
"You're a natural, Sora." Aerith commented, putting the lens back on her camera. "It's hard to believe that was your first photo shoot. We'll be working together from now on, so don't go to any other photographers." She winked and walked past the crowd of people, before yelling behind her. "Come back in an hour for the next shoot." With a wave, Aerith left the Wicked for a smoke.
Sora took off his mask, feeling sweaty under the hot lights. That's when he noticed all the people staring at him, hungrily. Their eyes looked up and down Sora, wondering what lay beneath the ninja clothing. Closer they came, a few steps at a time. Most of them were much older than Sora, appearing to be in their twenties. The looks in their eyes lingered on Sora's crotch area, having dirty thoughts.
There was no where to go. Sora was trapped, lusting people in front of him and a wall behind him. He saw Riku rushing towards him, just noticing all the models that surrounded the brunet. Closer they came and faster Riku ran to his best friend, knowing exactly what the models were thinking of doing to him, not caring that he was underage.
Pushing past them, Riku forced his way inside the crowd, coming to his friend's aid. But he came too late.
Roxas was already on Sora's side, glaring at them all. He held Sora close, fearing to let him go. As soon as they saw Roxas, most of the younger models stopped dead in their tracks, but the older ones persisted to the two youngest models. It was the kill two birds with one stone scenario, only that the stone was a crowd of boy hungry models.
These models were older and stronger than them, but Roxas remained firm and cool, not budging. Riku found himself useless, unable to do anything to help.
"What's going on here?" Everyone looked behind them, seeing Leon, Cloud and Sephiroth. Leon was a threat in that his position at Wicked was very high, and Cloud was a threat by association with the director. And nobody would ever cross Sephiroth, having too much respect for the first model of Wicked. His position was just as high as Leon's, probably higher.
Slowly, the crowd evaporated, revealing Sora and Roxas in each other's embrace. "Are you alright?" Roxas whispered to the brunet, brushing the hair from Sora's eyes. Sora nodded and held tighter onto Roxas, internally wounding the platinum blond who watched. Seeing as how he wasn't needed, Riku left grudgingly back to other room, dragging Sephiroth along with him.
Seeing that everything was fine now, Leon followed them, leaving Cloud with the pair. The blond watched as the two stared into each other's eyes, speaking without words. Their foreheads touched. Roxas looked down at Sora and the brunet looked up at him. Sora licked his lips, accidentally brushing his tongue against Roxas' mouth. Taking it as a sign, Roxas leaned closer, letting Sora kiss him. Gently, Sora closed his eyes and slipped his tongue into Roxas' mouth. The top model tasted so sweet, not like anyone else he had kissed. Sora pulled away, ridding himself a painful memory before it could start.
"What's wrong?" Roxas asked.
"Nothing. Everything's fine now."
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"This is the last scene and then we're finished. The husband, Sephiroth, will arrive home to be with the house boy, Riku. You guys will go at it for awhile and then the wife will come home early. She'll get all prissy and angry and then you all say your lines. After that, the threesome will commence. Any questions?" Leon held onto the script, giving it one last glance.
"Who's going to be the wife?" Riku was on the bed, next to Sephiroth, wanting to get this over with. It was strange that there was going to be a female role at Wicked. The only girls in the building were either photographers or interns, never actual models.
Leon whistled and the wife entered. Her dark blue eyes were familiar to Riku, but her dark reddish hair was over her face. She stepped into the light, in front of them all. "Kairi will be the wife in this scene." Riku's heart stopped. "And…action!"
Finally, some drama's going to build up! I just want to say this to give you all a heads up. I'm a huge Kairi basher. I want her to die and suffer and not live anymore. Her name means 'separation' because she's trying to separate Riku and Sora from each other! I seriously despise her and it might show in my writing. So if she dies for no apparent reason, now you know why. Also, I wanted to add a new character, besides the ones I already introduced, but I'm tied between two people. Either, Seifer (Kingdom Hearts 2) or Axel. I don't really want this to be too KH2-ish, but it can't be helped since Roxas is in it. Just a warning for you all if one of those two pops up somewhere! Love you all, but not Kairi!