Author's Note: Um, I really have nothing witty to say except…Riku's horny. And I thank Mika again, because she's. So. Awesome.
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Alter Ego's Note: A cookie?
Cheekon: …Shut the hell up.
Author's Note II: Anyways, I'd like to thank for the reviews from the last chapter. It made Mika smile. Except for one flame that I simply didn't take notice, everything has been fine. I'd recommend after you read-with a review, right?-that you should visit Benino-Chun-Sa's profile. She's an awesome writer, and if you like smut, go there and read. Reviewing her also would be nice, too. She so awesomely deserves it.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything of Kingdom Hearts except a copy of the game.
Title: I Know Your Little Secret, But I'm Not Telling You What It Is
Creator: An obsessed yaoi fan girl…SaraChris…
Genre: Humor, Romance, Yaoi (that's a genre?)
Rating: M for Mature…language, sex, stuff like that…
Summary: Sora just isn't a virgin anymore and he just can't tell his mother. Well, someone actually taped Sora losing his virginity and they accidentally sent the tape to super model/actor Riku Misaki! Uh-oh…trouble! But wait; Riku wants Sora as the winner…and wants Sora to be his girlfriend (hint, hint: Sora cross dresses!).
Sora's Note: I hate all of you. I repeat. I. Hate. You. All.
Riku's Note: -drags an angry, yet so adorable, Sora into the nearest room and does things that should not be written in this PG rated Author's Note-
I Know Your Little Secret, But I'm Not Telling You What It Is
Heart-to-Heart
Sora was ninety nine point nine percent sure that he was dreaming.
He couldn't remember going to Riku's, he didn't even remember going home. He let out a throaty moan as lips ravaged his neck, his body arching into the touch.
Hot moist lips glistened in the moonlight as they descended on his own slightly parted ones, hands easing his shirt off. He pulled out of the kiss and buried his face in the strawberry flavored skin, relishing in the intoxicating sensations that sent waves of passion through his body.
He was bending into Riku, begging for more of that exhilarating caress and not even caring that he was breathless from moaning and mewling…
"Sora, if you do this every time you fall asleep I think you should just let the ass fuck you," a voice said, shattering through the enticing haze of his dream and made him sit bolt upright, face on fire. Roxas was smirking in amusement, eyebrow raised to punctuate the oddity that was Sora's dream world.
The brunette released his once unrelenting grip around the material of his makeshift bed.
"…I fucking hate you," Sora growled, glowering at his cousin, who gave him a puppy dog innocent look.
Sora melted within minutes and crawled out of the sleeping bag he had been occupying during his little nightmare.
Yeah, nightmare. More like Riku-infested fantasy that transpired during his unconscious state of mind, as it had been doing frequently as of late.
"I was teasing Sora. I have dirty dreams about Axel, if it makes you feel any better," said the blonde teenager, who favored him with a suggestive grin. "And sometimes I'll tell him. When I do, he does some of it to me."
Sora didn't know how to respond to that blatant confession and looked away, face flushed as images from his dream came rushing back. This really needed to stop though. One was bad, two was embarrassing but three was just downright mortifying. Maybe it was his body taking Riku's side and attempting to lure him over to the dark side, because they have cookies.
Wait, what was he rambling about again?
"Hey Soraaaaa…" Roxas said, earning his cousin's attention again. He batted his eyes suggestively. "Do you wanna read my dirty vampire book for ideas?"
"No!" Sora yelled, flushing in embarrassment.
Roxas laughed and led Sora downstairs for breakfast, eating the pancakes Satomi gave them. Sora, who was lost in thought, took much longer than Roxas, who had to go upstairs to call Yuffie and Lawrence to give the green light on the concert.
He warned his mother and cousin it would be awhile before dashing upstairs so they discuss all plans, right down to wardrobe, with visible options. Satomi watched her blond child go and turned to her nephew, remembering the explanation Saya had given as to why Sora needed a vacation from his pushy boyfriend, and let out a miniscule cough to clear her throat and gain the brunette's attention.
"Um…Sora," she started, trying tediously to pick her words correctly. "Saya and I talked about you…and your boyfriend." Sora blinked twice before casting his eyes upon the empty plate before him. His finger fiddled with a silver fork. "I was kinda surprised to hear you had one, but then again, Saya always did say you would get yourself a good one," Satomi muttered, wishing she could come straight out with her offer.
She and Saya may have looked incredible similar but their personalities were anything but a mirror. Satomi had never been as comfortable as Saya talking about other people's personal matters and had always been the mature one between them, mainly because Saya had no capacity for maturity. Her sister would have been honestly surprised if Saya could spell 'mature' actually.
"Oh, um…"
"I know it's hard to have someone who's pushy…about things…" Satomi mentally slapped herself, not knowing why she couldn't just come right out and say what needed to be said. "…But if this boy really cares for you, he can wait for you to be ready rather than put you in a situation you would rather not be in. I'm not exactly the world's greatest person to talk to-I can never get Roxas to tell me anything about the boy he's seeing-but I'm here if you need someone to listen to you just rant and get rid of the stress," Satomi said, chancing a glance at the teenager, who was watching her intently with a perplexed expression on his face.
"I thought you were homophobic," Sora said simply and Satomi began laughing.
Sora kept staring, slightly disturbed by his aunt's sudden venture into Saya behavior, and wondered if he should edge away when she managed to get herself under control.
"No, Sora, sweetie, I'm not." She waved a dismissive hand, as if swatting away the giggling disease. Her lips curved up in a genuine smile. "Not with Roxas as my child. He doesn't know I know but…I want him to open up on his own to me. I want to meet this boy he sneaks off to see so often and the usually motherly things but…"
"I can tell him to introduce you, if you keep an open mind. He's dating someone…older," Sora said helpfully, staring at his plate as he continued. "But boy does he love him."
The brunette recalled the moment the two lovers shared back in Axel's apartment the other day. "He doesn't pressure Roxas to do anything; not even to say 'I love you' or make out or have sex. He lets Roxas set the pace, he's nothing like stupid Riku." Sora crossed his arms simultaneously slumping against the chair he was sitting on.
Satomi gave her nephew a perplexed look. "Riku's your boyfriend?"
"Uh-huh," Sora nodded animatedly. "He pushes and pulls me into situations where we're probably gonna wind up fucking and never gives a damn about my emotions." The boy blushed slightly as his own vulgar choice of words. "Not to mention…I'm not a virgin and I just shouted it out to him and my old friend Yuki who moved away and just moved back."
He looked at any reactions from his aunt; she only simply nodded, as if she could slightly comprehend what her nephew had gone through back then.
"He's such an ass, why can't he just back off and give me time?" Sora ranted, letting out all the pent-up frustration he was bottling up. He told Satomi the whole story from start to finish, his head hung low so he wouldn't see the disapproval in her eyes.
"Sora…it sounds to me like you should try being more firm." Satomi frowned. "The easier you fall over for him, the easier it is for Riku to assume you're just being coy. Try telling him that." She reached out for his hand across the table and gave him a reassuring squeeze. "I know I don't give very good advice but maybe you could ask Roxas's boyfriend if he has the hang of being a good boyfriend. I'm sure a man can tell you more about what goes on in another dominate male's mind."
At this, Sora narrowed his eyes in an inquiry way.
"Saya told me something like that once, so I don't know if it is good advice, but that's what I would do," Satomi told Sora, who was lifting his head little by little to stare at her with an expression full of gratitude and happiness.
He returned a hand squeeze of his own, feeling the love and warmth emitting from his aunt.
"Thanks, Satomi… I'll try that."
Little did the kitchen's occupants know, someone else had been standing there the entire time after hearing the words Satomi had first said to Sora.
Roxas leaned against the door staring at his phone and slowly hit speed dial on the first number in his address book, tiptoeing across the carpet up to his room, smiling at the tired voice that had answered even though they hadn't had much sleep.
"Hey Axel…if you have work off tonight, would you like to meet my mom?"
—
Riku smiled politely at Yuki, inventing the 8,964th way to kill her without leaving any evidence, and offered her a cup of tea when she stopped to breath. He wanted very badly to kill her and now he was forgetting why doing so was a bad idea. It was obviously very important or she would be dead by now…
"And Sora used to protect me from the bullies. How did you and Sora meet anyway?" Yuki asked and Riku recalled the brunette he felt so much lust and-at the moment-frustration towards.
Oh yeah, that was why she was still breathing. Sora wouldn't like it if the silver-haired male cut her open and rearranged her insides before cutting her into tiny pieces and shipping off a pieces of her so that there was one every mile on every square inch of land above water.
Aw, the images made his skin prickling in a non-homicidal way.
"It's a long story and it'll have to wait, I have a photo shoot to get to." Riku smiled-though one could see it as a grimace. "We'll talk later, Yuki, but if there's anything you want, just say the word and it's yours," Riku purred, trying to keep up the act that he liked her.
It was getting increasingly difficult and he really wished he owned a bazooka or something. That wasn't the only thing making him testy, though; every second he was constantly being reminded of Sora's absence by the building sexual frustration and the actual lack of Sora himself.
Riku had never thought on it particularly hard since announcing Sora as his because he had always been molesting, but there were other things other than Sora's looks and body that he liked.
Some traits were annoying, like his tenacity, but they also made him irresistibly cute and it was nearly impossible to get mad at him for it. Then there was the way he always melted into the touches and kisses that Riku gave him, struggling until they were both longing for it.
Their bodies fit so well together and he loved the taste of Sora's skin, the way the other gave in after fighting like mad not to get sucked in. He liked the struggling; it was sexy on Sora's part, but the consent and near pleading for more was far better.
It wasn't even the make-out traits that were his favorites. There were various little things about Sora that he adored, which made him want to be sweet. Like, when the brunette smiled genuinely and sincerely it always made the silver-haired male's heart skip a beat or two. Or a whole damned mile, but that was beyond the point.
They were ignored usually but without Sora physically there, Riku was finding much he appreciated about Sora. And the lack of Sora only served to anger him because he couldn't figure out what the hell all the emotions meant.
Damn feelings.
Not that their relationship told him much. Though in his mind it was the best damn one ever invented. He had an adorable, molest-full sex toy for six months, and then he up and left. Sora should've loved the attention from an actor/model, not run-literally-from it.
There were no strings attached, there was no commit, because Riku couldn't honestly commit to anything except making himself as happy as humanly possible. So why had Sora decided to just up and leave him, to waste their precious time on his cousin?
They could be having wild sex all over the place if the damn blue-eyed boy wasn't such a fucking girl about the whole thing. But that didn't mean that Riku didn't want to keep Sora. If he had his way with the brunette, he would gladly change his no commitment policy to include Sora on the "committed to" list.
Committing to molesting the boy, oh, that was always on the fucking list.
"Riku, honey, Saya called," Mi-Yae informed, smiling at her son and his departing guest. "She said Sora talked to her sister and that he might come home soon."
"Oh, that's wonderful! Thank you for telling us, Mrs. Misaki," Yuki said, smiling at the older woman.
The older woman wagged a finger at the girl. "Misaki-chan, Misaki-chan."
"Yes, Misaki-chan. I'll see you at school tomorrow, Riku!" Yuki corrected, waving at Riku as she left.
Once the door had shut, Riku took the Yuki voodoo doll he had constructed during school (it is Monday, a no Sora-Monday, thank you very much) and wrung its neck.
She had bothered him during every class when Wakka and Tidus weren't busy asking where Sora was buried or which ditch the twosome had stashed him in after the murder. Yuki had happily explained that Sora was at his aunt's and would be back soon.
Everyone apparently welcomed Yuki like she was the next big thing. How the hell does she just manipulate people into liking her always made Riku ferociously ponder about whether the girl had her own handful of acting skills.
Nonetheless, Riku reassured himself by saying that she would never be as good as him.
No one was as skilled as him when it came to manipulating people, because he always got what he wanted, and he made sure of that.
The grip around the doll's neck tightened as he seethed, thinking about the redhead's face and which object he'd use to pulverize her already ugly features.
"Uh… Riku, be nice to the Yuki doll. And get ready for your photo shoot," Mi-Yae said.
She watched Riku drop the small creation on the floor and carefully trod on it on his way to his bedroom before stooping to pick her son's choice in stress balls up.
The woman sighed, clenching her fist against the ball. "I hope Sora comes home before Riku makes enough of these to open a shop…"
—
Roxas nervously fidgeted in between his cousin and his boyfriend in the latter's car while Axel drove nearer and nearer to his house.
Axel looked completely relaxed and ready to meet Satomi despite the fact that it was his younger boyfriend's mother he was going to meet. Though, Roxas did appreciate the obvious effort Axel had put in because rather than his normal scruffy clothes, Axel had opted for his nicest dark blue jeans that were nether overly baggy nor were they skin tight.
His black dress shirt was unbuttoned a bit to expose a white beater beneath and the ever present black cord encircling his neck loosely three times with a silver ankh pendant. Sora had asked about the trinket and learned that Roxas had given it to Axel on his twenty-first birthday not too long ago since Axel liked necklaces and Egyptian jewelry.
"Here we are," Sora stated, trying to mentally ease Roxas's rising panic.
He had a snowball's chance in hell of succeeding but this was important to the blond teen and he wanted everything to work out for him and the charismatic redhead.
"What if she hates him?"
"She won't."
"But-"
"Roxie, calm down," Axel said, effectively calming his significant other who decided to voice one last thing by draping his arm over the other's shoulder. "At least let her meet me before you panic. She sounds lovely, I'm honored you invited me." To add his point, he placed a soft kiss against Roxas's cheek.
"Alright," Roxas sighed, relaxing under Axel's presence. "But if you start molesting me in front of her, I'll never bring another man home again."
"Noted love," Axel said as the trio walked up the driveway and to the front porch.
Satomi was waiting in the living room and had put on a rather nice shirt so as to at least be able to claim she dressed up a bit to her son, who had insisted she at least wear a nice shirt like Sora and him.
Satomi's eyes skimmed over the tall lanky body of the man her teenage boy had so desperately wanted her to meet so she would understand why he cared so dearly for the man and she smiled.
"Hello," Satomi said, extending her hand to shake Axel's but was met with a kiss to the knuckles.
"Hello, Mrs. Osaka, I'm Axel Kumagai and it's a pleasure to meet you." Axel straightened up, grinning ear to ear. "Thank you for letting me into your home. Roxas has told me so much about you. I know he probably hasn't divulged much information about me but I want you to know right off the bat that I really like Roxas and I respect him," said the tall man, his green gaze focused on Satomi's own blue orbs and said the same thing his words and tone did; Roxas was very important to him and he would honor the promise to respect him.
"I hold you to that." To the spiky redhead's surprise, she tiled her head and let a small smile manifest upon her soft face. "Please follow me; I have dinner already for you." She looked over to the smaller teenagers. "Roxas, Sora, could you set the table dear? I would like to ask Axel a few things before dinner," Satomi said, waiting until the blond teen was dragged away reluctantly by Sora to do as asked before turning to gaze back to Axel. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-one, Mrs. Osaka," Axel told her, politely.
"And are you attending school?"
"I go to the local college, I'm getting a degree in bartending and working part time at the club near here, Organization XIII. I live in an apartment near the college and my mom lives two miles from here if you'd like to meet her," the man said, giving Satomi his brightest smile.
"I would like to meet your mother. I hope she's just as fascinating as you Axel," Satomi said as she grinned back at him before beckoning him into the dinning room.
Dinner was a subdued affair with various questions and answers being traded between the adults while the two teens muttered about whether or not Satomi liked Axel. The question was answered during dessert-which consisted of strawberry ice cream-by Satomi saying she wanted to chat with Roxas and asking Sora to clean up the dishes.
Axel automatically stood up and helped the brunette while the Satomi led Roxas away.
"Um…hey, Axel?" Sora finally ventured when they were almost done, hesitating until he was sure he had the older male's attention. "Um…could I ask your opinion on something?"
"Yeah, sure. What's bothering you Sora?" Axel asked, setting the stack of dishes in the sink and beginning to wash them. Sora picked the nearest towel up and took the dish Axel was about to set aside to dry.
"Say you have a boyfriend who's really pushing for you to have sex with him and you don't want to yet because you aren't ready but you like how he makes you feel and you wind up caving every time you two make out. How do you let him know you need more time before you have sex?"
His eyes never left the plate in his hands; his cheeks were insanely burning.
"Well…" Axel hummed, shrugging, "stupid as it may sound, I'd tell him directly. As my best female friend Tifa always says, men are idiots who suck at expressing their feelings," Axel said in what could have been a mock imitation of his girl friend's voice, making Sora let out a small giggle. "You're dating Riku Masaki, right?"
His question was answered by the indication of an approving nod.
"Well, he's used to everyone giving him exactly what he wants when he wants it, so let him know that you want time." He continued on, absentmindedly washing another dirty dish. "If he knows you need boundaries and you tell him why, he's more likely to listen. With Roxas I wasn't exactly going to throw him down and fuck him, but I did ask what he was and wasn't comfortable with so I didn't pressure him." Axel abruptly pointed a soapy sponge towards Sora's direction, setting a strict expression upon his façade. "Setting boundaries and reinforcing them is the best way to get Riku to respect you. I think."
For a few minutes Sora simply stared at Axel before he burst into a fit of giggles, confusing the redhead. He leaned forward, cupping his cheek in one hand while propping his elbow up on the counter, eyebrow raised.
"You are perfect. I hope Roxas knows how lucky he is to have you," Sora managed, stifling his laughter as best he could.
Axel chuckled mirthfully, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "I think I'm the lucky one. And so is your boyfriend Riku." His lips formed a soft smile. "You're a very special person, Sora. Don't let him or anyone else make you feel inferior."
"Thanks Axel," Sora said, involuntarily blushing at the compliment, and they resumed dishwashing, Axel staring at the bubbles in the sink.
"So…do you care about Riku a lot?"
"Huh?" Sora asked, surprised by the sudden question. "Well… I guess. Why?"
"You sound like you actually want to make this work. If you didn't give a rat's ass about him or your relationship you wouldn't be asking for advice from anyone. Maybe you haven't noticed but your voice takes on this softer, more loving quality when you talk about Riku." The redhead ignored the obvious denial written across the brunette's face. "This is probably unnecessary prying but…maybe you two need to discuss what sort of relationship you want. It might actually help your other problem. Oh look, we're done," Axel commented, glancing down at the now empty sink.
Sora grinned and put the last now dry dish in its spot and followed Axel back into the dinning room where Roxas was waiting.
"Hey, you two. Mom said she was going to bed. Thanks for helping and for coming. Mom really liked you, she said loads of nice things about you," the blond teen told his boyfriend, giving his cousin a grateful smile. "And thanks for supporting us, Sora. I don't think I would've had the courage to bring Axel home to meet Mom without you."
He accentuated his gratitude with a big bear hug for his cousin.
"It was nothing." Sora returned the embrace happily. He broke it apart nicely with a mouthful grin. "You two are both very lucky to have each other. I'm going to bed. Thanks for the advice Axel. Have a safe drive, good night," Sora said, ditching the pair to go mull over his thoughts.
Roxas chuckled, flushing when the backs of long fingers stroked his cheek.
"You are absolutely gorgeous in the shirt. You should wear it more often, Roxie," Axel hummed huskily, eyeing the white sleeveless dress shirt Roxas had thrown on.
"Maybe I will." The blond waggled his eyebrows suggestively before his face became crestfallen at a sudden realization. "But you have to go, it's almost ten…"
"Don't you want to walk me to my car? I still have to give you your present," Axel whined, smiling when the rolling-of-the-eyes blond took his hand, and walked with him out the door and down the gravel driveway.
They hesitated at the door before leaning into a deep kiss, for once neither caring if anyone saw them making out in front of Roxas's house. When they separated Axel opened the car down and climbed in, opening the glove compartment to fetch the promised gift. Roxas gasped when the velvety petals of a rose caressed his cheek and carefully took the single crimson flower, holding it close to his chest.
"Roxas?"
"Oh no…you used my real name. What is it?" the teen asked, ducking so their faces were inches apart.
Axel leaned and gave him the tenderest kiss they had ever shared before pulling back a little, their lips still touching.
"I love you, Roxas," Axel breathed, gently caressing his boyfriend's hair.
Roxas's eyes widened to the size of plates and his breath caught in his throat. Then he calmed and grinned, looking up into incredible green eyes that had hypnotized him the moment they met.
"I love you too, baby. Hey, um… Lawrence told me Yuffie has a spare ticket and my other friends really want to meet the boyfriend Lawrence and I tell them stories about so…want to be my date at the Final Fantasy concert?" Roxas asked, hands resting on Axel's thighs to balance his weight.
"Of course. I didn't really have work anyway, it's just…"
"You are so cute when you're jealous," purred the smaller male, teasing Axel's lips with a kiss. "But not too jealous." The blond emphasized his point by gingerly biting down on the male's bottom lip. He leaned back to take the eyeful of the surprised yet evidently pleased expression on the redhead's face. "I mean normally guy jealous. Normal jealous is kinda sexy on you…"
"You're making it difficult to leave."
"Now you know how I feel at your place. Speaking of that, I was thinking…maybe, if you want…I could stay over Saturday," Roxas said, averting his head so Axel couldn't see his blush.
"I would like that. See you Saturday?" Axel asked and received one last fierce kiss before they gave each other breathy goodbyes.
Roxas watched Axel pull away from the curb and waved, blowing a kiss before going inside.
Sora was perched on his bed, eagerly waiting to talk about the visit with him and Roxas smirked. Maybe they didn't have the perfect relationship, but he knew that his mother and his cousin knew how he felt now; he was very blessed to have such an understanding mother, supportive cousin and brilliant, sexy, considerate boyfriend.
He just hoped that Sora managed to get the same and if he himself had to knock into Riku's head that his cousin deserved nothing less than the best, he would be there in nothing flat. Somehow though, he didn't think it would resort to that.
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End of Chapter 7
Author's Note: Um. Mika apparently likes Axel/Roxas action. XD Hooray for boys' love! And review please? It'll make both Mika and me really happy and on update-mode.
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