Sora had no idea where he was, and he really didn't care. He'd woken up around an hour ago in a room that was unrecognisable, a strange smell in the air. His first plan was to get up and find out where he was, but his nausea had soon put a stop to that. Even now, the room span slowly, like a fairground ride that refused to stop. He'd had flashbacks, but so far, they were disjointed images, pointless photographs that, put together, still made no sense. Sora had drunk alcohol before, but that was a glass of wine with his mother at dinner, Axel offering more and more as the meal wore on. But he'd drunk more last night than he had in his whole seventeen years of life, and god had it felt good. But ultimately, he was paying the price now, suffering at the hands of whatever cruel force had decided to bestow him with the gift of the hangover from hell.

Sora had no idea how long he'd lay in the foreign bed for, flashbacks and memories from the night before getting clearer and clearer. He was fairly certain he could remember most of what had happened, and was actually very grateful. He didn't know what the future held for him and Roxas, but now, no matter what, he always had the memory of the night he lost his virginity, something he knew that half of the people in school didn't have. He was able to stand up now, his legs barely able to keep straight under the pressure of his thin body. Walking proved difficult, but by clinging onto the walls, Sora was finally able to move without the overwhelming need to throw up. A strange and new smell filled his nostrils as he edged closer to the door, a small amount of smoke creeping under into the bedroom.

"Morning sleepy. Or, afternoon."

Sora gathered his strength and tried to smile, although even the thought of it made his head sting. He looked towards the direction of Roxas' soothing voice, the sight making Sora's legs fall apart. He was lying on the couch, smoking what Sora assumed was a very large cigarette, wearing nothing apart from a pair of black boxers. Sora stared, probably a little too obviously, his dehydrated mouth watering for the first time all day. Roxas was pale, but his skin was immaculate, his defined six pack, in Sora's mind, a work of art. Roxas held out his arm, offering Sora some of his strange looking cigarette, but the thought of putting that in his mouth made him want to heave, so Sora declined with a small shake of his head.

"It'll make you feel better. Trust me."

Sora reluctantly took it, knowing he'd do whatever Roxas asked him to. It was as though he had a strange power over Sora, like Sora had no free will when he was around him, and was merely a puppet, performing to Roxas' commands. But, though he was fully aware of it, Sora wouldn't have had it any other way. He put the cigarette in his mouth and inhaled, coughing violently as the strange substance entered his lungs. It was only then that it all finally clicked into place. It wasn't a cigarette at all, but marijuana. That was the source of the smell that was unrecognisable to Sora, and why Roxas had been lying down, a calm and happy expression on his face, opposed to Sora's look, which was somewhat yellow, his eyes struggling to adjust to the light. He took a few more drags, wishing he could look as healthy as Roxas, willing the pain in his head to admit defeat.

"I had fun last night," Roxas said, sitting up as Sora sat on the floor. He put his legs on either side of Sora's soldiers, slowly massaging his head, "give it a few minutes, you'll feel a ton better."

Sora rested his head on the side of Roxas' knee, slowly beginning to feel calmer.

"Me too." he answered, taking another drag before handing it to Roxas. He wasn't sure if he should mention what had happened, but hoped that Roxas meant that one particular event was fun. He felt his jaw, which was a little sore, having been slammed into the front of his car.

The pain had almost diminished now, and Sora felt somewhat giddy, struggling to stifle the need to giggle.

"WHOA!" He exclaimed, "My toes can move!!"

Roxas laughed to hard he fell onto the floor, knocking Sora with his leg. Sitting up straight, he slowly moved his head closer to Sora, until their foreheads gently tapped together. "Your eyes are the perfect mirror!"

Sora shot his tongue out, licking Roxas' nose. "MMMM! You taste like marshmallow!"

Sora couldn't keep his eyes on the road, the body next to him a far more pleasing view. He had no idea where he was going, and Roxas was being no help with directions. A few miles back, he'd decided that it was far too hot, and had taken his top off. Glistening with sweat, the blonde boy had then proceeded to rub his chest, occasionally moaning as he pinched his nipples.

"Mmmm, you have NO idea how good this is Soooooora!"

Sora licked his lips, longing to jump onto the blonde, but knew that if he wanted to stay alive, he should probably avoid crashing.

God, look at him. NO. NO Sora. Eyes on the road. Wait, when the hell did mushrooms learn how to drive!?

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"Is it going to hurt?" Sora asked, the marijuana pretty much out of his system. Sitting in a beaten down chair, the white walls around him reminded of being in a hospital. Only, instead of a friendly doctor giving him fruity medicine, there was a rather large man with a beard, and so much metal on his face that Sora was sure his own mother wouldn't recognise him anymore.

"Only a little, but I think it feels good anyway," Roxas answered, winking at Sora, "and you're getting the tiniest thing ever, so it'll last like 10 minutes."

It was true, even with Roxas next him, pointing out huge designs full of colour and detail, Sora wouldn't dare choose anything bigger than the palm of his hand. But he had chosen something, he had to, especially since Roxas was getting something too.

"Get something symbolic of you now," he'd told Sora, "so when you're old and look back on it, you'll always remember who you were when you got it."

In the end, Sora had gone for a bird. It was simple really, just a bird in flight, on his right shoulder. When Roxas had asked him why he wanted that, Sora could only say "Because it's free, and meeting you has made me feel free."

Roxas had to admit, the thought that he had such an effect on Sora was magical. He needed him, and it finally gave Roxas a purpose. Before, he'd drifted through life, not knowing what to do or where to go, but now, living here, he had Sora. For his own tattoo, he chosen a wall of bars for his right wrist.

"I'll probably end up behind them one day," he mentioned to Sora, "and if not, I still feel like I'm trapped behind them anyway."

The thought made Sora sad. Doesn't he feel as free as I do when I'm with him? Is being with me trapping him? No. He wouldn't be here, with me right now if that was true, right?

His thoughts were cut short by the feel of his shoulder burning. He wanted to move, to jump into a cold shower and make the burning cease, but the large older man had his body pushed onto the seat, making him unable to move. More flashbacks came entered his mind, and Sora smiled as the images of Roxas sweating and grunting as he pounded him filled his head. God how he wanted to do that again, although he promised himself that next time he'd be sober. He felt some blood trickle down his arm, only to be wiped clean with a paper towel. He loved the thought that no matter what happened, he'd always have this tattoo. This memory. Forever. But, he realised he didn't just want a memory. He wanted to be with Roxas everyday, always, for the rest of his life. Sora realised how very teenage it sounded, but in the now four days he'd known Roxas, he'd changed. No, everything had changed.

Sora had a new view on life, a whole new way to live. And now he'd experienced it, he never wanted to let it go.

The pain hadn't been as bad as he'd of thought, and although it had developed into a constant sting, Sora realised the pain was slightly enjoyable. While he had occupied his mind with dirty thoughts, Roxas had concentrated solely on the tattoo as the needle pierced his skin. Sora watched as he smiled as the blood dripped from his wrist, watching the ink begin to dry. It was clear that Roxas enjoyed it, which admittedly had Sora a little worried. But, he trusted Roxas. No. He LOVED Roxas, that much was clear to him. He didn't know why, and he realised that it was almost absurd that after only four days he was having these feelings, but, he remembered something his mother had told him as a child - "There is no time limit on love. Sometimes it takes years for you to realise you love someone, and sometimes, if you're very lucky, you fall in love the moment you see them in front of you."

But for now, he'd keep his feelings within himself, not wanting to lose what he and Roxas had by scaring him off. They'd been driving for a little over an hour now occasionally pulling over and engaging in heavy make out sessions. Sora loved the way Roxas kissed. It was rough and passionate, and Sora was fairly certain his lips were far redder than they had ever been before. Sometimes Roxas would bite down, causing a gasp to escape from Sora's mouth, his heart missing a beat and Roxas teased him with his tongue.

"I'm gonna drop you home, kay?" Roxas said, after breaking yet another kiss, "There's something I've got to do."

"Oh...okay," Sora responded, the disappointment in his voice obvious, "Do you not want me there?"

Roxas bit down on his own lip, looking away from Sora out of his window. "It's not that, it's just it's a little dangerous, that's all."

"Didn't you promise to show me danger?" Sora asked, a cheeky grin forming on his face. He knew he should probably have gone home, his mother probably worried about him, but, parting from Roxas was the last thing he wanted. He didn't care how dangerous Roxas' other activities were, he just wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

Roxas sighed, admitting defeat. He didn't want Sora to know about what he was about to do. Not now anyway. But looking into his bright blue eyes, Roxas knew he couldn't deny Sora of anything. "Okay, just, do exactly what I say okay? Because you could get hurt."

It was sunset by the time Roxas pulled over, facing a run down house with boarded up windows. He reached into the glove box and took out a square brown package, which was around the size of a small brick.

"What's in there?" Sora asked, the sight of the house scaring him slightly.

Roxas was right, he thought, this place does look dangerous.

Roxas gulped, worrying about what Sora would think of him after he answered his question. It was true, he had wanted to show Sora a world of excitement, but it was never his intention to put him in this amount of danger.

"It's my brothers. He's a drug dealer, Sora. And this, in my hand right now, is heroin."

Hola! Okay, I get what you all mean, their relationship might be moving a little too fast, but I figured Sora's just the type of person to fall madly in love with someone in under a week aha!

I've definitely got the next few chapters all planned out, and a plot in my head, but it all really depends if you like where it's going, although I'm pretty proud of this little cliffhanger! Review pleeeease? I'll love you if you do....