Confessions

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. I love the characters tho, and love writing about them in alternate universes! Any likeness to realistic experiences is completely coincidental.

Warnings: Drama, Angst, language, yaoi/yuri

Plot: Confessions of the heart, from one tormented soul to another. Will it end in unrequited love? Happiness? Or heartache? There's only one way to find out, and it all begins with finding the courage to confess your love, however forbidden that act may be.

This chapter's pairing: Zack:x:Roxas

Roxas smiled sweetly as he turned to face his client, the tall, dark, and handsome man he'd come to know as Zack Fair. The man was a regular, and loaded, so Roxas truly had no complaints. He was kind, polite – never touching or grabbing what wasn't offered to him freely, and the little blonde had to admit he'd grown rather fond of when Zack would request alone time with him in the VIP lounge. It made Roxas feel special somehow, though he knew Zack came to the night club looking for one thing and one thing only. Something pretty to look at and fantasize about fucking. Affection he could buy; eye candy he might be able to actually touch if he played his cards right and got lucky. But that was it. That was the extent of their relationship, and Roxas had come to terms with that, no matter how big of a crush tried to manifest itself in regards to the pretty man. He was a client, and Roxas was a dancer. There was a line there between them that could never be crossed.

But sometimes. Sometimes, when Zack looked at him like that. When he looked at Roxas the way he was looking at him right now, it made the boy forget himself for a few moments. It allowed him to enjoy his own fantasies as well. Fantasies where he wasn't just teasing the older man with a lap dance and fleeting touches against clothed skin. Fantasies where he could give himself completely and wholly to Zack as more than just an exotic dancer. As more than just a stripper. As more than just a paid piece of ass. As something tender, and warm, and cared for. As a boyfriend perhaps, or a lover at least without any titles to bind them to one another. He wanted the older man, there was no denying it. He wanted Zack Fair more than the air he breathed. And so, he strutted over to his client with a shy little smile, unable to keep the bubbly laughter from escaping his chest as he straddled his waist and pressed closer, wrapping his arms around those broad shoulders he knew all too well.

"I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me." Roxas said softly, batting his long lashes that were dusted with glitter, searching those rich violet pools he wished he could get lost in. Slowly, there came sturdy hands to his sides, stroking along his exposed skin reverently, gently. Zack always touched him with such care.

"I could never forget about you, Roxas." The older man's voice was deeper, so deep it reverberated in his chest where Roxas had pressed closer, and when he chuckled it had Roxas grinning wider than before. "You know you're unforgettable, don't you?"

"I know, but I do so adore hearing you say it." He tightened his grip around Zack's shoulders and leaned in close to whisper against the shell of his ear where his dark locks were tucked away from his chiseled jaw, "I missed you, Daddy. You kept me waiting for so long, I was lost without you."

Those words had a pleasant shudder passing down Zack's spine, just the reaction Roxas was looking for. He grinned and pulled back enough to meet Zack's eyes, playing their game of the hunter and the hunted. Zack knew he couldn't touch Roxas, knew he couldn't kiss him, but the way he would stare and lean into Roxas' touch told all too well how much the man wanted him. The things Zack must want to do to him, just the thought of it had Roxas blushing a bit and squirming in his lap, searching those violet orbs to read what the man wanted. He would give Zack whatever he could, what with the bouncer watching the two of them from his shadowed corner by the door leading back into the main lobby of the night club. Roxas knew there were boundaries, knew there were lines in place for a reason, and knew better than to dare even think about crossing them.

But he wanted to. More than anything. If only to cross the lines just enough to allow Zack to kiss him. That would suffice. If only he could feel the other's lips pressed against his own, and taste him for the first time, perhaps that would satiate his hunger, quench his thirst. Or perhaps it would only make it worse. He hovered there, blonde fringe brushing against the long, dark locks of the man before him, and then before the temptation became too great he removed himself from Zack's lap and took his place at the pole erected in the center of the room. Zack had paid for a VIP performance. And a performance he would get. Roxas was lean muscle with curves in all the right places, the short-shorts across his waist skin-tight and doing nothing to hide his semi-arousal bulging in the front of the dark spandex. He gripped the pole with one hand, walking a slow circle around the circumference, just allowing the tips of his fingertips to keep the bar within his reach. He played to the lighting streaming down from the ceiling, the golden-pinks and oranges casting a sunset palette across his glittered skin, accenting his shoulders and chest, and the curve of his back and glutes. Zack's eyes were on him so intensely Roxas could feel them piercing into him, closing his eyes and rocking his body to the beat, the bass thrumming through the floor and up his legs, making his toes tingle. He'd perfected walking in heels, and they made his legs look amazing, highlighting his muscles and curves under the flashing lights and pulsing strobe. For some reason Zack had asked him to take them off the first night they'd met, and since then Roxas always entertained him barefoot, and really he couldn't complain. It helped him maneuver on the pole easier, giving him better grip and support, and the tricks he could perform in his more comfortable state were impressive enough to make up for the fact that his legs weren't contoured by heels. He lifted a leg, wrapping his calf around the glistening silver and pulling himself up off of the plush carpet in one motion, twisting and twirling with ease into several different positions that had his back arching and his ass sticking out for Zack's hungry gaze. He opened his brilliant blue eyes and batted his long lashes, making eye contact with the man for a moment before doing another trick, holding himself upside down in a perfect split, then twining his legs around the pole and allowing gravity to tug him back down to the floor with a slow spiraling descent. Zack was silent, ever watchful, reclining back a bit into his chair and humming softly – a sound of approval. A sign that he wanted more.

Roxas reached up and tugged himself back onto the pole, scaling it easily and hooking his arms behind the pole, sticking out his chest and drawing his stomach taut, his ribs protruding just enough under the light to cast shadows in all the places where muscles were hidden just beneath the surface. Zack's lips parted a bit, and though Roxas couldn't hear his shuddering breath over the drumming bass he knew that sound well, he'd heard it up close and personal many times before. It caused a blush to darken his cheeks and the arousal hidden in his shorts twitched and thickened, filling out nicely and hugging the curve of his left him. Zack's eyes descended his body, his tongue flicking out against his parted lips to wet them absently. Roxas clenched his muscles and rolled his hips along with the beat, pressing his spine back against the cool bite of the pole and groaning softly as his ass cheeks hugged the smooth chrome invitingly. He wanted Zack's hands there, his fingers between the cleft of his cheeks. His mouth, his breath, his tongue. He closed his eyes and whimpered softly, his heartbeat pulsating in his hardened cock, and he parted his eyes with a pleasant shudder to lock bright blue irises into wanting violet. He wasn't sure if he'd ever been this turned on before, so out of control around Zack. The man seemed to notice, shifting a bit in his seat, glancing down at Roxas' crotch before flicking back up his abdomen and chest, then finally meeting his eyes. He reached a hand down, readjusting himself with slow movements, his eyes never leaving Roxas'. When the tempo of the music changed and became slower, calmer, it seemed to break the tension in the air between them, snapping the dancer out of his fantasies and causing him to change his position, shifting to straddle the pole and wrap his thighs snuggly around it, twisting and turning in slow arches and smooth bends of arms and legs, until eventually he found his feet against the carpet again and padded slowly over to his client, leaving the pole in favor of using Zack's body instead.

He went down on his knees, his hands on either of Zack's thighs, spreading them wide before smoothing his body up against the dark-headed man's, making sure to grind his crotch against the other's arousal as he ascended. Zack was panting softly, his face flushed beneath the sunset lights, and when Roxas settled in his lap, straddling him again, Zack's hands were shaking. As they came up to rest at Roxas' hips, drawing the blonde closer, Zack swallowed thickly before finding his voice once more. Roxas felt his breath hitch, his heart pounding excitedly as the man began rubbing his thumbs into the dips of Roxas' hip, stroking oh so close to the tip of the blonde's arousal. "Roxas… What are you doing?"

"Giving you a dance, isn't that what you requested?" Blue eyes searched violet teasingly, the slow, sensuous rhythm giving Roxas something to grind in time to. His arousal was steadily weeping he was so turned on, creating a damp spot against the front of the spandex which caught Zack's attention, the elder shifting his thumb down slightly to bump against Roxas' cock as the younger continued to grind. Roxas choked out a pleased whimper and purposefully pressed into Zack's hand the best he could without giving too much of what was happening away. The bouncer guarding the door was on the lookout for anything serious; kissing, fondling, sex… But the thrill of potentially being caught was turning Roxas on more, and he panted softly against Zack's jaw and neck, moaning lowly and swiveling his hips in a slow circle, starting to dance again.

Zack watched the blonde in his lap, feeling himself aching he was so hard, grinding up against Roxas now and then and doing everything he could to keep himself from fucking the boy right then and there. It was obvious what Roxas wanted, and Zack was quickly losing control, his eyes darting over to their guard as he leaned into Roxas and whispered against the shell of his ear, "Can I take you home tonight?"

Roxas' hands were on the man's shoulders, and he whimpered softly at the question, biting at his bottom lip and grinding against him yet again. Everything inside of him was screaming to accept the offer, he had never wanted anyone so badly in his life. But the last bit of sane rationality left within him surfaced suddenly, and with a shaking voice he replied just above the slow-paced bass, "Sorry, I don't do one night stands." He pulled back a bit so he could meet those violet eyes he so adored, blushing a bit and glancing towards the bouncer as well before leaning in and whispering a bit of clarification. "You're my favorite VIP client, I won't deny that. But I can't…I need an emotional connection with someone before I can give myself to them completely."

Zack chuckled softly, deep rumbles within his chest. Roxas smiled shyly, touching his jaw and tracing lightly with his fingertips while the man shifted his hands to hold his lower back and side, petting against that warm, glittering skin. "Who said anything about my offer being a one-night stand?"

Roxas searched his eyes, blushing and biting at his bottom lip again, casting his eyes away and balling his fists against Zack's shoulders. He thought for a moment, shaking his head, "Even if…if that weren't the case. I can't. You're a client, I'm not allowed to-"

"Be with me." Roxas' eyes widened and he looked up at Zack's words, the man no longer bothering to keep his voice quiet as he smiled and took one of the blonde's hands in his own, tracing his fingers lightly along Roxas' palm. "If you harbor any feelings for me, anything genuine and not just a façade brought on by your paid position… Be with me."

"I-I… I do have feelings for you, but I-"

Zack's smile widened at Roxas' stammered omission, and he tugged the boy closer, stroking along his spine gently and pressing his cheek against the youngers, whispering softly again. "I'll treat you like a prince. You'll never want for anything ever again. I'll take care of you. Just tell me what you want from me. Do you want a relationship with me, Roxas? Not as a client, but as a lover?"

Roxas' brow arched and he shivered lightly at the man's soothing touches, glancing towards the bouncer nearby who was watching them intently, ready to break them apart at any moment should their intimate exchange continue. He hadn't taken a step closer yet, but he was shifting from one foot to the other, and the frown across his face spoke volumes in itself. Roxas had precious little time to decide what he wanted, and so he pulled back enough to meet Zack's eyes and spur-of-the-moment blurted out the one thing he'd wanted most.

"Would you…would you kiss me?"

Zack's eyes widened, and after taking a moment to absorb Roxas' request his expression softened and he reached up to cup the boy's cheek, humming softly and tilting his face just slightly upwards into the light. "Of all the things you could have asked for, you asked for something as sweet and simple as a kiss? Not my riches, not the promise of a lavish life-style, or being doted upon hand and foot? Is that really all you want from me?"

Roxas was blushing, pouting a little and glancing down, clearly embarrassed now that the heat of the moment was in the background. He shifted lightly against Zack's lap, tugging at his shoulders gently and mumbling softly, "I don't care about the rest of it. I just…really like you."

"You're precious." Zack whispered, tilting his face back up once again, and this time pressing his lips against the younger's. The bouncer moved into action, stepping forward immediately with a final warning hot on his tongue, but at that moment the two broke away, and while Roxas stammered out an apology to their guard Zack chucked and shushed him instead. The man stood to his feet, keeping Roxas pressed close to his side, the blonde embarrassed beyond belief, curling his toes in the fabric of the carpet. Zack looked down at Roxas, much taller now that he was standing as well, and while gently keeping hold of his hand he led the small dancer out of the VIP lounge, grabbing his coat and gesturing for Roxas to slide into his heels, then the two walked together towards the exit of the club and out into the night.

It was raining lightly, a warm summer shower that had Roxas shrugging off the coat Zack tried to wrap around his shoulders, the boy grinning and spinning in a circle for a moment then glancing down to watch the glitter slowly washing from his arms and chest. Laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep, unbridled and vibrant as the sunset still glinting against the darkening horizon. "This is crazy!" The blonde exclaimed, turning back towards Zack and watching him with amazement, "What am I doing? They're going to fire me! I don't know what I'm doing, this is insane! I-"

Zack had stepped forward and captured his lips again, dipping down and wrapping his arms around Roxas in a long-awaited embrace, the blonde whimpering softly and flushing crimson once again, reaching up to tangle both of his hands in that thick, soft, dark hair he adored. Zack pulled back after a long moment, lips lingering against Roxas' gently, taking in his breath, his scent, his warmth. "You don't have to worry about that now. I told you, I'll take care of you."

Roxas blushed faintly, searching Zack's eyes, looking up at the man and pressing close to his chest, standing on the toes of his heels and giving himself the boost he needed to reconnect their lips once more. When he pulled away Zack exhaled softly, his violet eyes shining down at Roxas with affection, and the boy slipped his hand into the elder's warm embrace, linking their fingers together shyly.

"Take me home."

Thanks for reading, leave me a review. More Confessions to come! :x:Taso:x: