A.N. The scenario for this story is not mine. It's based off a fanfic of the same name, written by Hakumei-chan (there's a link to it on my profile page under my favorites). In it, Roxas Itsuwari is Shadow, the phantom thief, notorious for his ability to evade even the toughest of security and law enforcement. Sora Hikari, a Japanese special agent despite his young age, is transferred to Twilight Town to aid in capturing the elusive criminal. Sora swears to bring Shadow to justice, and Roxas sets his sights on stealing the ultimate prize: Sora's heart.
I always thought it was just such a cool concept, not to mention a lotta fun getting to play around with badboy!Roxas for once, so I asked Hakumei-chan if I could borrow it to write a little something for Valentine's Day… last year. Sheesh, am I slow with this stuff or what? Anyway, it doesn't quite follow the trying-to-rip-your-guts-out-with-angst requirement I've set for this fic (hell, compared to the others, this one's downright happy), but it didn't really fit in C&V, so here ya go. Also, this is my first time really writing a make-out scene, so be nice, okay?
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Dark Side of the Moon
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Stolen Heart
Sora cursed, sprinting hard to keep Shadow within his sights. Despite numerous alarms and full security, the little miscreant had managed to steal the golden lamp of Agrabah right out from under the police's noses.
Again.
Only this time, Sora had managed to follow him once he'd left the museum. This time, Sora was going to finally catch him and put the pest behind bars where he belonged.
Up ahead, Shadow ducked left into an alley, one Sora knew to be a dead-end.
'He's going to take the rooftops, huh? I don't think so!' Using a nearby trash can as a stepping stool, Sora leaped onto the fire escape connected to the building that separated him from his quarry. He dashed up the rickety metal stairs as fast but as quietly as he could. It wouldn't do to alert Shadow that he was coming.
Sure enough, just as Sora reached to top of the escape, the most annoying thief in Twilight Town vaulted himself onto the roof. He crouched, cat-like, turning around to peer over the edge down into the alley he'd just come from. It was obvious he was looking to see where his pursuer had gone.
'I'm right here, bastard,' Sora thought, drawing his side arm. Creeping up behind the unsuspecting Shadow, Sora kept the gun trained on his heart. Just a bit further…
Before he could react, Shadow whipped around, kicking Sora's legs out from underneath him. The brunette fell with a startled cry, his gun falling out of his hand. Shadow tackled him the rest of the way down, pinning him to the roof.
"Well, well. What have we here?" a voice purred in his ear. Sora bucked, trying to throw the other boy off, but Shadow's hold on him was solid. The thief chuckled. "Feisty today, aren't we?"
"Get. Off," Sora ground out through his teeth, but Shadow did no such thing.
"You shouldn't have tried to sneak up on me," he scolded teasingly. "That's my job."
They stared each other down, Sora glaring at Shadow and mask or no mask, he could tell Shadow was smirking right back. Before he could blink however, there was a pair of cloth covered lips pressing against his own. Caught completely by surprise, Sora froze.
"Catch you around, sexy," Shadow whispered before his weight disappeared from atop Sora. The young officer wrenched himself upright just in time to see the other jump back down onto the street. Even as he fought down a furious blush for reasons he didn't care to think about, Sora jumped after him, pausing only to pick up his gun.
"Wait!" he called, but Shadow paid him no heed, already half a block away by the time Sora had made it back down to the ground. The brunette cursed Shadow's almost unnatural speed, but tore after him anyway. The thief turned right onto Daniel Street. Sora rounded the same corner, following his quarry straight into the park, having spotted Shadow disappearing into the trees.
But then he slipped. Time seemed to hang for a moment and he fell hard onto the pavement. Sora felt a crack as the back of his head smacked against the concrete and he cried out in surprise and pain.
Dimly, he heard the footsteps ahead of him stop. Then everything faded into darkness.
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Pain. It was all Sora felt or knew when he came to. His head, his legs, everywhere. It didn't help that there was a blinding light in his face, he couldn't move his neck, and when he tried to move the light away, he found that his wrists seemed to be tied to something above his head. "Ugh… Where am I?" he wondered aloud.
"You're at my place," said a voice from behind the light.
A voice Sora knew all too well. "You!"
"Me," Shadow confirmed. There was the sound of paper being crumpled and a bottle being opened.
"What are you doing?" the officer asked as something wet and mildly stinging was pressed against his cheek. The light was strong, he couldn't keep his eyes open for very long and even when he did, he couldn't make out anything except at the very edges of his vision, which wasn't much as he couldn't move his neck. He could only discern that he was lying on a bed, probably a bunk bed as he could just make out some kind of extremely low ceiling above him. There was a light-colored wall to his right and behind his head. He felt the mattress shift as Shadow leaned forward.
"Taking care of you, what's it look like?" Shadow said, carefully applying a band aid.
Sora frowned, confused. "But you're a-"
"A thief?" the other supplied, not sounding upset in the least. "You took a nasty fall, Sora. I couldn't just leave you lying there. I may be a criminal, but I'm not heartless."
"Why'd you bring me here? You could have just called an ambulance."
"Yeah, but then I wouldn't have gotten the chance to talk to you, would I?"
Sora stilled, a strange nervousness prickling through him. "And why would you want to talk to me?"
He felt Shadow smirk rather than saw him. The light was still blinding him.
"Because you have something of mine," the other said.
"I do? Why don't you just take it, then?"
"Oh, no. See, it can't be gotten back so easily. As a matter of fact, I'd say it'll be my toughest theft yet. But that's okay. I enjoy the challenge."
Sora had no idea what the hell he was talking about. He felt something heavy be put around his neck. "What's this?"
"The Dragon Sapphire Necklace," Shadow told him, a hint of pride in his voice. "I stole it from the museum the day before you arrived."
Sora frowned. "And you're giving it to be because…?"
"A show of good faith," the other said. "To assure to museum that the artifacts I've acquired from them are being well cared for."
"You seem decent enough," Sora said slowly, "and with your skills, you could win an athletic scholarship anywhere you wanted. Why resort to stealing?"
"Because I can," Shadow replied evenly, "because I love the thrill of going against the best and beating them. It was never about the money, if that's what you're thinking."
The thief continued, "Since we're playing twenty questions, how'd you come to be a cop?"
Sora said nothing. He had nothing to say to a criminal he was working his ass off to put behind bars.
Shadow just sniffed as his "house guest" refused to relinquish his right to remain silent, asking instead, "Hungry?"
"What?"
There was an exasperated noise usually accompanied by an eye roll. "Are you hungry?" Shadow asked again.
"No," Sora said, not about to trust anything the other gave him, but his stomach growled loudly, betraying the lie almost immediately.
"Of course, you're not," Shadow sniffed. "Hope you like sushi, here."
"I'll eat only if you take a bite out of every piece first."
"I didn't spike the fish, Sora."
"I don't know that," the brunette countered.
Shadow probably rolled his eyes again, but he honored Sora's request. Every piece of sushi the thief fed him had a small bite taken out of it. It was actually good sushi, too, some of the best he'd had outside of Japan. Shadow also gave him a few sips of water to wash it down, even had a napkin at the ready to catch the excess water that dripped down the side of Sora's face.
"Thanks," Sora muttered. With Shadow being so… well, nice, he was having a hard time continuing to treat the other boy as an enemy. Sora reminded himself that Shadow had him tied down to the bed. It helped, a little. "I'm still going to catch you, Shadow," he said.
"Oh, please do," the other boy replied. "I'd be furious if I got caught by those old farts down at the station."
It was a testament to how well they had come to know each other that Sora was able to tell Shadow was being completely serious. He knew he should say something to defend his fellow officers, but Sora privately agreed that the Twilight Town police did tend to be a little lazy.
He knew he should be keeping his distance, shouldn't be getting friendly with a criminal. But Sora had spent months analyzing Shadow's patterns and escapes, had spent countless hours and sleepless nights fixating on (and secretly admiring) this one pesky thief, to the point of being almost completely consumed by thoughts of only Shadow. Over all this time, he had come to realize that he and Shadow were young kindred souls in a harsh, adult world, even if they were on opposing sides of the law. Against his will and his training, he found himself wanting to talk, to be friends.
"Why are you doing this?" Sora mumbled, not sure if was asking the thief or himself. Even if he couldn't see Shadow's face, he could still feel the other's piercing gaze.
"I told you," the thief murmured, "you stole something of mine. You stole it the moment I laid eyes on you."
An ungloved hand reached out, gently cupping Sora's cheek. Shadow's voice went lower and huskier still as he whispered, "And I will have it back."
Then, without warning, the lamp was switched off, and a pair of warm, slightly chapped lips lay claim to his own.
Shadow had been hitting on Sora since day one, but not once had the brunette ever taken him seriously, not even after that stolen kiss on the rooftop. Shadow was the type to flirt with anybody.
But the kiss was tender, gentle, not harsh and demanding and arrogant as Sora would have expected. He protested, trying to throw the other off him, but Shadow merely continued to kiss him softly, lovingly, and Sora began to think he'd been wrong to dismiss the thief's advances. And why was he feeling so light-headed?
He shouldn't be doing this! A top agent from Japan shouldn't be kissing the very thief he'd come halfway across the world to bring to justice! Especially ones that have girlfriends waiting for them back home!
The thief's lips continued to caress his own and despite his best efforts to resist it, Sora found his entire world slowly narrowed to the almost intoxicating affection coming from the boy above him.
He shouldn't be kissing Shadow, but in spite of everything, Sora found he couldn't not kiss him.
And then it finally hit him, and Sora realized, 'Oh god, I'm infatuated with him!'
The insufferable bastard probably knew it, too. Jerk.
Finally tossing his cop self aside, Sora struggled against the bindings on his hands anew, not to try to escape but to return Shadow's affections, to touch him and caress him. The restrain on his right wrist clinked metallically.
"Are… are those my cuffs?" he huffed, having difficulty drawing breath.
"Mm hmm!" Shadow chirped, removing the brace he'd used to keep the brunette's neck immobile so he could nibble on Sora's neck.
"Ass," the brunette gasped as the other bit down on a particularly sensitive spot.
Shadow snickered, continuing his assault until Sora was practically mewling at every lick and nibble. It seemed the thief was as good with his mouth and hands as he was at evading law enforcement.
So enveloped was he in Shadow's caresses, he barely registered a gentle rustling on the binding of his left wrist. A moment later, his hand was free, and Sora buried it in the other's hair, wrenching Shadow upright. He slid his tongue across the other's lips, and Shadow opened for him instantly. By now, the thief was fully lying on top on him, and Sora could feel those strong runner's legs wrap around his own.
Shadow used his leverage to turn the tables, making Sora moan with a generous swipe to his palate. The brunette got him back for it, sucking hard on the other's slick tongue and then it was Shadow's turn to shudder.
But before he could take advantage of Shadow's lapse in concentration, he suddenly noticed an overwhelming haziness in his mind, clouding his thoughts, making him sleepy. A haziness that was not passion induced.
"You drugged me," he mumbled, fighting to stay conscious.
"I can't have you knowing the way back here," Shadow said, sounding truly apologetic. Even several minutes after the light had been turned off, Sora still couldn't make him out as any more than a black shape in the darkness.
Shadow kissed him tenderly. "Rest for now," he murmured against the other's lips. "You'll be home soon."
"Shadow, I…." But before Sore could utter another word, he was asleep.
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Roxas waited a full five minutes, until he was sure Sora was completely under, then turned on the lamp. He winced at the sudden brightness, but Sora didn't so much as twitch, and the blond allowed himself a breath of relief.
Roxas gave the slumbering boy a few more sips of the sleeping agent laced water just to be sure he'd stay under through transportation back to the park.
He'd taken an enormous risk in bringing the other boy here. If Sora had woken up en route or before Roxas had properly prepared his room, the gig would have been up and Roxas would have been facing two years in juvenile hall. If they hadn't tried him as an adult, that is.
But regardless of the risk, it had been more than worth it. The blond would have been contented with just a chance to really talk with Sora as Shadow and maybe ogle him a little up close.
To have actually, finally kissed him was worth all the treasure in the world, Roxas thought, brushing the boy's bangs out of his eyes.
The stakes were getting higher than Roxas had ever realized they'd be. It both scared and thrilled him. He was falling deeper in love with Sora than he ever realized he could.
Roxas placed a gentle kiss on the sleeping boy's lips, then set about getting everything ready to take him back.
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For the second time that day, Sora found himself regaining consciousness in a place he didn't know.
He was lying on a bench in a park, probably the same one he'd chased Shadow into before. It was quiet. To the east, the first rays of the morning were just breaking over the horizon, but overhead, clouds were gathering. Angry grey and swollen with rain, the clouds were strangely calming to the young special agent lying beneath them. Sora stared up at them emptily, locked in his own inner turmoil.
But even as the first drops began to fall, they did nothing to soothe Sora's uncertain heart, nor did they salve the almost painful desire of remembered sensation that burned through him even now.
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