~Twilight Central~

~Chapter 3~

AN: Sorry this one is so short but it had to be cause... well just cause. It's setting the scene for sooooooo much! Sorry!

"Roxas! Stop! No! Roxas! I don't want this!"

How had he gotten himself into this mess? It wasn't like some part of him didn't want this, but no part of him wanted this with him. They were friends, just good friends and not anything more. Yet here they were, on the counter in Sora's kitchen room with Roxas' hand shoved down his boxers and his pants undone and shoved around his ankles. The smallest tears of panic were threatening to fall from Sora's eyes.

But hadn't it been his fault?

The day after Sora had witnessed Roxas in action in the locker room he'd tried his best to forget everything he'd seen, but no matter how normal he acted, Roxas couldn't look him in the eye. They still talked and joked, but never once did Roxas look him in the eye. Everyone else had seemed to notice too, but no one asked what was wrong between them. So he'd continued on like nothing was wrong and went over to hang out with Riku and Kairi. He and Kairi had been able to finish all of their studying. All three of them had then been able to sit down and watch a movie.

It was strange how normal everything was. He'd already made friends and was settling into a routine. Maybe not all of his friends liked each other, but they all seemed genuinely interested in being friends with him. It was so heartwarming.

So how had he gotten himself into this situation?

Oh. That was it. Wednesday had come around and everything had been going well up until after school. He'd been hanging around Roxas' car trying to get the blond to look at him directly when he'd said something stupid. "Hey Roxas, why don't you come over and hang out with me? My parents wont be home for a while so we could watch a movie or something." He'd meant it as a friendly thing, like how he had watched a movie with Riku and Kairi, but something in the way Roxas' eyes flashed at him told him he hadn't taken it like that at all.

"Sure, Sora. Should I just follow you home?" His voice was tight and Sora had been so confused in the moment, but had gone with it.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

The smile Roxas gave him was painfully predatory. It sent unpleasent shivers up his spine. There was nothing friendly in that smile. Still, Sora had gotten into his car and driven home with Roxas following close behind. He'd pulled into his garage while Roxas parked in the driveway. Watching Roxas get out of his car something seemed different. He was no longer wearing his hoodie and the t-shirt he wore was... tight. The blond might've had a frame a bit smaller than Sora's but he did have some nice muscle tone which could finally be seen.

Sora led the way inside and took his shoes off in the mud room. The blond followed his example and followed him inside. "Want anything to eat?" Sora asked as they entered the kitchen. He pulled open the fridge and pulled out a coke. "Or something to drink?"

Roxas took the coke but didn't bother opening it. Instead he place it on the counter and approached Sora. "Stop this, Sora." Sora let the fridge door close and backed away from the blond.

"Uh... Roxas..." That terrifyingly dangerous look in Roxas' eyes made Sora's stomach tighten. "What're you doing?"

"Was it really so nesessary for you to go butting into my business?" They were the same height but Roxas managed to make Sora feel much smaller as he was trapped against the counter.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The blond pushed his body flush with Sora's and pressed one of his legs in between Sora's. The yelp Sora couldn't help but let out was anything but manly, but he was nervous dammit!

"I'm assuming Riku didn't say anything, but that means one of those other muscle headed assholes told you."

"Told me what?"

A hand reached down and undid Sora's jeans in a flash. Scrambling away and onto the counter, Sora pushed Roxas back hard enough he had to take a few steps back. "Dammit Sora, make up your mind," Roxas growled as he basically pounced on Sora. His hand was shoved deep into Sora's boxers so he could cup the brunette. "You've made it pretty clear this is why you wanted me to come over. Why are you being like this?"

"Roxas!" Sora gasped as Roxas' hand squeezed his dick. "Stop!" His voice was paniky. Somehow his pants had gotten pulled down around his ankles. He grabbed Roxas' wrist and tried to pull out his hand. The smallest of paniked tears formed in Sora's eyes. He didn't want this! This wasn't how this was suposed to happen. How could the first person to touch him like this not mean anything? "No! Roxas! I don't want this!" Sky blue eyes finally met his openly. Tentatively the hand from inside his pants was removed.

"Explain," Roxas said firmly.

"Why don't you? I have no idea what you've been talking about!"

Realization dawned in those sky blue eyes. Blushing slightly, Roxas climbed off of him and off the counter. "Sorry..." he muttered letting Sora get off as well to do up his pants. "Umm, I think I'm going to leave now..."

"Wait! Roxas!"

The back door shut and Sora could hear Roxas start his car. Really, what had happened? This couldn't be normal. Even if it was, this wasn't fair to him. Clearly there were things going on that he needed to know about. Grabbing his phone from his pocket he debated calling Roxas and demanding he come back, but Sora wasn't sure that was the smartest thing. He'd call Namine if he wasn't sure she'd end up using that look on him so he would quit asking questions.

Instead he called someone who he was pretty sure would cave. Ring. Ring. Ring. Rin- "Hey Sora! What's up?"

"Demyx, you need to explain some thing to me. Now." Sora tried to use his tone to impress upon the older guy just how important this was to him. "I just invited Roxas over and when we got here he shoved his hand down my pants."

"Shit." Sora could hear some rustling; probably Demyx getting settled in for a long conversation. "Look, Sora, I'm not sure I'm allowed to tell you eveything. It's mostly Roxas' business, but..." A heavy sigh escaped Demyx's lips. "The kid is a bit messed up, ya know? He'd pretty touchy when it comes to... well, you know now. He tends to think everyone just wants his body and just goes with it. It's a long story there, but if you told him no, which I'm assuming you did and he probably ran away, then he wont try it again. He's smart like that."

"Honestly, Demyx, that answer sucked." Opening one of the cokes he pulled out Sora took a sip and let the carbonation form his next words on his tongue. "I need to know what's going on with him. You need to start telling me. Now."

The sound of Demyx clicking his tongue uncertainly told Sora just how carefully the blond was considering his words. "I mean it, it's a long story that I really can't tell you. All that matters is Roxas has gotten it into his head that he has to sleep his way around the school."

"Why would he do that? Have you slept with him?"

"Hell no!" The shock in Demyx's voice, that Sora would even ask that, was close to betrayal. "I'm here to pick up the pieces again, not mess him up more."

"Then why don't you stop him?"

"Look, when he decides to tell you everything, I'll tell you everything. Just drop it for now, Sora." Click. For a full minute Sora was just shocked by the anger in Demyx's voice and the fact he had hung up on him. So much for being able to get information out of him. Sora was still burning with curiosity and the need to know what had happened to Roxas. And not just his, but everyone's little secrets.

One way or another he'd find out for sure.