A Sketch, a Song, and All That Can Happen

Summery: Freshman, Sora, meets senior, Riku, at a prestigious all boys' high school. AU, yaoi, RikuSora, with a little AxelSora later on, Rating is for language and some sexual situations.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot and Riku's friends, sadly…

A/N: Wow, long time no write. Sorry about that everyone. Life has been VERY hectic and is only going to get worse. I have a lot of stuff to do before leaving for school, so I don't know when these next chapters are going to get done. I'll try my best. Okay, onto the story!

Chapter Ten:

Sora walked back to his room. He had his hand on the doorknob, but changed his mind about entering his room. I need somewhere to calm down and think. He headed down the hall to his only sanctuary. Please let it be open, please let it be open, he chanted in his mind. Sora sighed in relief when he reached for the knob of the art room and the door opened. Mr. Smithe was at the front of the room, easel set up before him. He acknowledged Sora's presence with a smile and a small nod. Sora returned his teacher's smile and headed to the back of the room. He sat at one of the drawing stations and took a deep breath. The scents of paper, paint, and charcoal filled his being and instantly calmed him. He reached for a sheet of drawing paper and his pencils and began to draw.

Sora immersed himself into his drawing, not paying any attention to anything but his sketch. He didn't even notice when his teacher had left the room. It appeared as though his hands had taken on a life of their own. It must have been at least two hours before Sora had stopped drawing. He set down his pencils to see what he had drawn. He let out a deep sigh, "Even when I'm mad at him, he still takes over my mind." He had drawn a full body portrait of Riku playing his guitar, just as he had looked when he had played for Sora for the first time: sitting on his bed, eyes closed, hair falling over his face, lips parted just so, fingers playing the soft chords. Sora sighed again as he folded up the picture and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Sora lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. A random song played through his small stereo speakers, but he paid it no mind. All he was really hearing was his argument with Riku playing over and over in his head. Sora let out a frustrated growl and threw his pillow at his door. "Why can't you just get out of my head? Why can't I just stop thinking about you, even for a minute?" Sora turned over onto his stomach and buried his face into his arms. He stayed like that for several minutes, until he heard a soft rustling coming from his door. Sora got up and saw that someone had slipped a note under his door. He unfolded the piece of paper.

Sora-

I know you're having a rough time with the whole Riku fiasco, but I really want to see you. If you get this, can you meet me in the Priory Garden tonight at 8:00?

Axel

Sora finished reading the note and began to pace about his room. Should I go? I mean, I need to talk to someone. Axel's my only other friend. But, what if he tries something again, like he did in the art room? Would I be able to fight him off? Do I want to? Sora ran a frustrated hand through his hair, Why are things so complicated? Let's see, what time is it? He looked over at his clock, It's only 7:00 now. I have time. I'll go. I have to. Come what may. He set the note down on his desk and left to grab a bite to eat before meeting Axel.

It was 7:55 when Sora arrived at the Priory Garden. He saw Axel perched on the retaining wall, staring up at the twilight sky, smoking a cigarette. When he saw Sora approaching, he stubbed out his cigarette and jumped off of the wall, smiling.

"Didn't think you'd actually show up," he said, brushing off his black pants.

Sora shrugged his shoulders, "I wasn't so sure I was coming myself, at least, not at first."

Axel let out a deep chuckle, "Well, I'm glad that you did," he took a step closer to Sora, "I really wanted to see you."

Sora resisted the compulsion to take a step back, "Why's that?"

"I was worried about you, and," he paused for a moment, "I don't know, I just wanted to. There's something about your presence. It's very…soothing."

Sora raised one questioning eyebrow, "You find my presence soothing? Now that's a pickup line I've never heard before."

Axel placed his hand on his heart in mock shock, "What are you talking about? I'm not trying to pick you up," his voice lowered, "From the looks of things; I'd say that you're flirting with me."

Sora laughed, "Well, apparently you confuse my sarcasm for flirting."

Axel shrugged and smirked, "If that helps you sleep at night…"

Sora's lips turned down into a cute frown as he punched Axel lightly in the arm. Axel laughed a hearty laugh in response and put one arm around Sora's shoulders, "See man, this is what I'm talkin' about. I feel so comfortable around you."

Sora said nothing, but he relaxed under the weight of Axel's arm. This did not go unnoticed by the older boy, who took this opportunity to steer Sora deeper into the garden.

"Have you ever been to the garden before?" Axel asked.

Sora shook his head, "No, not in the garden, but I've passed it before when I would walk around campus."

"It's a really nice place to come and think. It's quiet and stuff. It's a lot nicer in the spring when everything's in bloom. Everything's pretty much dead now at this time of year. C'mon, I want to show you my favorite place," Axel said as he removed his arm from Sora's shoulders to take his hand.

He led Sora to a small pond at the far edge of the garden. As they reached the spot, the outdoor lights turned on and both were basked in a soft, yellow glow.

"Wow, this really is beautiful," Sora said as he and Axel sat down in the soft grass beside the pond, "I can only imagine what it must look like in the spring."

Axel nodded as he dug into his pocket for his cigarettes and lighter. He brought one stick to his lips and turned to face Sora, "You don't mind, do you?"

Sora shook his head and Axel lit up the cigarette. They sat in comfortable silence; Sora stretched out on the grass, looking at the sky and Axel calming smoking. After Axel finished his cigarette, he lay down beside Sora, propped up on one elbow, observing the younger boy.

Sora, noticing he was being watched, looked over at Axel, "What are you staring at?"

Axel cleared his throat, "Would you mind if I kissed you?"

Sora, slightly taken aback by the question, didn't have time to give a response as Axel pressed his lips softly against his own. It wasn't a commanding kiss; it allowed Sora to pull away if he wanted, but he didn't. Sora's mind shut down as soon as their lips met. He could no longer think, only feel and what he felt was Axel's tongue gently prodding his lips for entrance. Sora obliged him and soon both were exploring the taste of the other. Sora could taste Axel's cigarette, which, in combination with the taste of Axel himself, wasn't all that unpleasant.

Axel pulled away and was met with a quizzical look from Sora. "My arm was falling asleep. I have to change positions," he told him. He moved so that he had a hand on both sides of Sora's head, his chest hovering over Sora's own. Axel bent his head to lick at Sora's outer ear and then trailed down his neck. Sora craned his neck to give Axel better access and moved his hands to run through Axel's long, red hair.

Axel, taking the soft gasps escaping Sora's lips as encouragement, took one of his hands and wormed it under Sora's long-sleeved navy tee shirt. He brushed Sora's nipple with his thumb and earned a sharp gasp from the boy underneath him. Suddenly, he felt Sora's hands on his shoulders, pushing him away. He backed off and sat up, looking down at Sora.

"What was that about? I thought you were enjoying it?" Axel asked.

Sora stood up slowly, "I…I was, but I'm sorry. I just…I don't know. I have to go." Sora walked away, leaving a bewildered Axel behind.

While walking back to his room, Sora's mind was racing, as was his heart. He dusted the grass off of his clothes and hair before heading into his room. He toed off his sneakers and kicked them under his bed. He dropped down on his covers and put his arm over his eyes. Sora, Sora, Sora, you are one fickle guy. God, what am I gonna do? I mean, I like Axel, I really do, but… he sighed, he's no Riku. Sora fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about the silver-haired musician.

A/N: This chapter ran away with itself. I don't see how Sora now became the whore of the story. That was not supposed to happen. Oh well, I like it. I can't believe that I've received almost 100 reviews. You guys rock! hugs for all I just wish that I could get these chapters out faster for you all. As always, reviews are my drug...feed my addiction!