SO WE KNOW THAT WE SAID 11 REVIEWS BUT YOU GUYS WERE REALLY SPEEDY AND WE WEREN'T.
But we got it now, soo yay :) Really good chapter we think, pretty long. Things are coming about, drama. Drama mama.

Disclaimer: This is bolshevic.

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A deep breath of air and the smell of honey and sleep traveled through Riku's nose as he happily nuzzled Sora's hair, for once not jumping away startled from waking up so close to him. Glancing over Sora's head at the clock, he saw that it was around 10 and smiled when he looked down to see the brunette still sleeping the morning away in his arms. Even though the two slept in the same bed every night, they were usually laying on opposite sides of the bed, back to back, each of them trying to keep their distance. Sora trying to keep Riku comfortable and Riku trying to prevent any… inappropriate thoughts from entering his head. However, something took over Riku this morning, causing him to pull Sora tighter against his chest in a possessive hug. Just when he thought that nothing could go wrong, God just had to prove him wrong and send vibrations throughout the bed. Quickly grabbing the phone, he put on a groggy voice and answered the phone in a hushed tone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Riku! Its Dem, I work the late shift, I was hoping you'd wanna catch lunch or something before then. I haven't seen you in a while!"

"Demy? Yeah, that'd be cool." Looking down at his little companion buried up under his arms, concaved in their body heat, he continued to speak. "I'm assuming we'd go to Chili's, right?"

"Yeah, we'd only have time to eat then I'd have to work."

"So, you want me to meet you up there?" Riku's shoulder held his phone up to his ear as he talked with a soft tone into the speaker while simultaneously, he brushed his fingers through Sora's bed head.

"Heh, you know me too well. So see you in a bit?"

"Yeah, I'll be there. Just let me shower and get ready." Sliding out of the covers Riku carefully lifted himself with his arms, trying to use the least amount of movement possible, hearing through his phone a chuckle from the other end.

"So in that case you should say see you in an hour, then."

"Shut up! I'll call when I get there. I'm sure you'll be fine at your work."

"Well, when you look at it like that, but what if this was a date? I'd feel like you'd forgot or stood me up!"

"Well, it's a good thing I'd never date a crazy bitch like you."

"HEY!"

"Chill man, I gotta go get ready." A chipper okay followed as they both hung up their lines. Riku was trying to cover Sora back up to where he'd still be warm and stood there staring at the sleeping child. He looked so young, laying there, eyes closed, and with only small strides of sun spilling through the blinds of the window over his tan skin. It looked so, so good for a teen, but not just in a smooth and clean way, in taste as well. His skin already had the sun kissed, honey color to it and Riku had just noticed that when the sun hits it, just like it was now, it has an essence that was to Riku, something unexplainable. His gaze couldn't last forever, as it may have felt in the slight seconds he stood there. Riku jumped to get ready, slapping a piece of paper on the nightstand before sliding out the door and leaving Sora there, still asleep, basking in the sun drenched covers.

"So where's Axel?" Riku had only just walked into Chili's before spotting Demyx and taking his seat across the table.

"Well don't you get straight to the point, not even a 'Hey, how are you Dem?'" Turning his head to the side, he muttered to himself something that sounded like "so easy to replace…" With a sniffle, he turned back to Riku with a smile. Laughing in Demyx's face, Riku's face turned solemn a second later.

"Seriously though man, where is he?"

"I don't know, he hasn't come around here much anymore, especially since Roxas quit."

"Roxas quit?"

"Wouldn't you if the guy who took advantage of you kept showing up where you worked? Or at least that's how Rox saw it."

"But… wait… Didn't Axel like Roxas?"

"Yeah, doesn't he like anyone he hooks up with?"

"I mean like… more obsessive like… Like back when he had that hot teacher in high school, remember that?"

"Mrs. Johnson? She was damn fine… Too bad her husband found out."

"Yeah, but besides that, remember how obsessive he was?"

"Well yeah, I guess I can see the similarities, but that ship set sail a long time ago. He's probably off drunk somewhere like a… like a… hillbilly or something. You know, living under a bridge."

"… Really?"

"No, not really… But he is probably drunk."

"We should go talk to him. Roxas should go talk to him… Where is chick ass?"

"Starbucks."

"Which one…?"

"Right across the street!" Smiling up at the waitress and ordering quickly, he handed her the menu before returning his bubbly gaze back to Riku.

"I'll have a coke." Writing on her notepad, the waitress looked down at Riku to reassure that she got the right order.

"So a kids rib basket from Demyx," Demyx giggled before allowing the waitress to continue, "and a coke for you!"

"… I wanna kids rib basket. And I said Dr. Pepper."

"I thought you said coke, sweetie?"

"… No." Turning his attention back to Demyx, they continued their conversation. "Seriously though? Across the street? Why didn't Axel look there?"

"Lazy? I don't know, he gave up after begging me for like 5 minutes then said he needed a drink, I mean, what else is new? Anyway, I PROMISED Roxas I wouldn't tell anyone where he went… Shit. You can't. Tell. Anyone."

"… Okay?"

"But since you're in the circle now, go over there and get me a mocha latte. It should be free."

"Why, do you and Roxas have some sort of deal?"

"No…"

"Then what if I don't get it for free."

"Well, it'll be free for me… 'cause either way, you're paying." Giggling to himself again, he licked his lips as the waitress approached with his ribs.

"I can't go now, my ribs are here!"

"Don't worry Riku, I'll eat them for you."

"No, fuck that!" Possessively, Riku pulled his hot plate towards him, encasing it in his arms. "My ribs." Eventually, Demyx gave into Riku's pleas to eat first and to go to Starbucks later. Once they had finished, they parted, each going their separate ways, Demyx to the back and Riku to Starbucks. As he walked in, he made eye contact with a short blonde and then smiled. Riku casually walked over and stood in line behind a man who seemed desperate for his latte with 8 changes to make it just right, but Riku still didn't falter to take his eyes from the blonde. After serving the man, he walked back to the cash register and lifted his head and sighed.

"What can I get for you today?" Roxas forced a crooked smile that didn't look even the slightest happy.

"Well, well, don't look overjoyed to see an old friend."

"My bad… What have you been up to Riku?"

"Well, I just had lunch with Dem Dem before I headed over here." He lifted a hand and waved his fingers to follow his words then started to scratch his cheek as Roxas spoke abruptly.

"DEMYX?" then muttering under his breath, he cursed to the high heavens. "… Stupid Demyx, he fucking broke our promise. Fucking promise breaker…"

"Yeah… Speaking of that, apparently I'm in some circle of trust, blah, blah, blah and that I get free Starbucks now."

"Fine, but you have to not tell anyone where I am." He slumped his shoulders as Riku lifted a brow.

"Now who would I tell?" Quickly, he shifted his eyes left and right to pretend to investigate some people who could possibly care where little Roxas worked.

"Please!" Desperately, he slapped both hands on the counter, catching Riku's full attention once again. "You know who, don't act stupid."

"Now besides my free Starbucks, why should I do that?"

"Come on! I'll do anything!"

"Anything… Start making my cameral frappuccino then… Oh and make Sora a chocolate chip one too, and then I won't tell…" Grabbing a cup and turning some machine on, Roxas looked up at Riku, both furiously and thankful, but before he could state any of these thoughts, Riku spoke again. "BUT you will."

"Will what?"

"I won't tell this certain person, but you will."

"NO, the fuck I will!"

"Okay, you don't have to tell him where you work, but you will be conversing with him."

"Why?"

"Because, he needs it. I heard he turned into some drunk hillbilly and-" Cut short from his sentence, Roxas slammed a frappuccino on the counter and gave a dark glare toward Riku.

"SO… What's changed then? Sounds to me like he's still a selfish, stuck up, drunken man whore who only cares about a lay."

"You need to calm the fuck down and make my other frappuccino for one and for two, that's one of my fucking best friends and I don't appreciate you talking about him like that." Taking the already made drink and placing a straw into the top then puckering his lips, he tasted it. Roxas closed his eyes and took a deep breath, grabbing a second cup.

"Okay I'm sorry, but I don't see why me talking to that crazy red head will help."

"You stupid child..."

"Excuse me?"

"You don't understand, he's paying for his mistakes the only way he knows how, and that happens to involve the amount of alcohol in his blood, that's not only illegal to drive, but to do anything productive. Basically, he'll drink himself stupid in a way or you could say, so drunk he can't think, whatever you prefer."

"Wasn't he already like that when I met him?"

"He hasn't been sober since like October of last year, a month after that party. This is a different drunk." Their eyes met at a certain gaze that could only be described as honest. Riku dropped all jokes in the last few sentences while Roxas was for once seriously curious to hear about someone who for just a night, seemed to captive his every emotion that others found hard to muster.

"Well, what did you want me to do?"

"Obviously I want you to go and talk to Axel. He's kinda locked him self from society, become anti-social. No one has really seen him in a while, I think he needs some human contact and that should be you."

"Well I have a date tonight so I don't know…"

"Fine, not tonight, but you will eventually." Grabbing both of his frappuccinos, he gave Roxas a wink and turned to leave just as another Starbucks employee walked up to the blonde still standing there stupefied. She looked at the register and then started to speak.

"You forgot to charge him."

"Oh it's okay, he's a friend and he gave me something instead of cash."

"Like what?"

"Just some information I've wondered about for some time now. Excuse me for a sec." Walking to the back, Roxas pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number, quietly listening to the constant rings until a voice was heard on the other end. "Hey, listen for a second… So about tonight…"

Clenching his eyes together in an attempt to regain his current state of sleep, Sora slowly pulled himself away from dreamland. Something in the room was different and he couldn't place his finger on it. Eyes still closed, he heard the quiet noise of a drink being sucked through a straw, which gradually grew louder as the last of the liquid left the cup. Finally giving up on trying to go back to sleep, he uncurled his legs in an attempt to straighten them out, but was stopped when they hit something solid. Opening his eyes, he lifted his head to look at Riku, who had perched himself at the end of the bed, and was currently attempting to throw down any of the drink that the straw couldn't reach.

"Riku? What're you doing?"

"Drinking a frappuccino. I got you one too! But I finished mine on the way home… and it was hot and I was walking home and I didn't want yours to melt soo I drank yours, too. But I was thinking of you the whole time. Didn't you get my note?" As Riku stood up, he walked over the place a kiss on Sora's forehead, but apparently little Sora had other things in mind. Waiting until Riku was almost to his forehead, he quickly slid his head back, replacing what would be his forehead with his own lips before leaning his head back down and giggling. Shaking his head with a chuckle, Riku turned around to walk towards the door but was stopped when Sora began to speak.

"You left me a note?"

"Yeah I left you a note. You know its like, noon, right? Do you want me to make you a sandwich or something?"

"A sandwich? Can't we just go to McDonalds?"

"Well I just had Chili's so I'm not rea-"

"Chili's!? Why didn't you invite me!?" By now, Sora was out of bed, standing clad in his undershirt and boxers, distracting Riku for a split second before he snapped out of it.

"'Cause you're lazy ass slept all day! And I did invite you!... in the note. It said you could meet me there if you wanted."

"Where is this note? I bet you scribbled something down and put it on the table just now. I bet you were planning this the whole time. You didn't want me to wake up and read it 'cause there'd be nothing to read." Riku sighed in defeat at Sora's rambling.

"Do you really wanna go to McDonalds that bad?" Crossing his arms and huffing in and out, Sora slowly evened out his breathing.

"Well, no, I mean we don't have to…"

"Okay then I'll just make you a sandwich." Whipping his arms away from his body, he ran up to Riku, grabbing his shoulders and shaking, a maniacal look on his face.

"No Riku! I don't want a sandwich, please, anything but a sandwich!"

"Fine, I'll take you to McDonalds, but you gotta shower first. I'm not taking a skanky little kid like you out."

"I'm not skanky, if I were skanky I'd do this!" Standing on his tip toes, he laced one hand through Riku's hair and placed the other on the back of his neck, pulling him down into what would be a small, innocent kiss if it weren't for the fact that Riku could've sworn he felt Sora's tongue on his lip. All too soon however, the kiss had ended and Sora was skipping down the hall. "Be back soon!" At hearing the bathroom door slamming, Riku turned around and scratched his head.

"I wanna shower… with him... Shit, he's ." Repeating Sora's soon to be age to himself over and over, Riku paced the room before settling himself on the bed again and waiting for the brunette to return. "Where did he learn to use his tongue?" Riku blurted out to himself, questioning Sora's clearly newfound secret. He'd have to ask him something about that later…

On the other side of town, another door slammed shut. Roxas was making his way up a steep flight of stairs before he found himself standing outside of an apartment he had hoped to put behind him. Sighing to himself, he attempted to work up the courage to knock on the door. In all honesty, he didn't know what was holding him back. He didn't have anything to be afraid of. It had been months ago, practically a year, and he had gotten over it, hadn't he? He wasn't the one that was a jerk that was only interested in ass. He wasn't the one that couldn't remember. He was the one that got hurt. He was the one that genuinely thought that something good could have come out of going to that damn party. But he was over it now, right? He had gone on dates, gone to other parties, met other people. He was over the sad bastard, but no matter how many times he told himself that, he still couldn't bring himself to get his second kiss and he still couldn't bring himself to knock on that damn door. All thoughts however came to a stand still as he saw a flash of red through a crack in the curtains and his heart stopped. Not soon after, the sound of glass shattering was heard and a "fuck" vaguely made its way through the cracks in the doors. Worry overtaking his hesitation, he began knocking hard.

"Axel?"

"Go the fuck away!" was the drunken response he received.

"Axel, just open up!"

"How about you just go the fuck away? Yeah, let's do that!"

"C'mon Axel, it's Roxas." Listening closely, Roxas heard hysterical laughter from the other side of the door.

"Ha-ha-ha. That's a real fucking funny joke, aren't you a god damn comedian!"

"No, it's really me!" After hearing silence, Roxas shook his head, not knowing what to do. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he felt a napkin. Thanking the Gods that he stuck in it there during work, he pulled out a pen and began writing a note. Once finished, he looked around for something to stick it to the door with, but found nothing before realizing he was chewing gum. Taking the gum and putting it on the back of the napkin, he smushed it down on the front door, creating a small "thud" before walking off. Axel's ears perked up at the sound of the thud. He had thought that whoever was bothering him had already left. Tripping over to the door, he opened it, looking left and right, laughing to himself when he saw no one. About to turn around and return to his cocoon of alcohol, he noticed a white paper stuck to the door. Leaning in closer, he squinted his eyes, trying to make out the chicken scratch.

"'I tried. Some effort in return would be nice. Try some coffee to clear your head.'? What the fuck kind of note is that?" After plucking the note off the door and examining it a second longer, he stretched his neck out to look over the ledge of the building. Stumbling forward, his knee made contact with the cement, letting a yelp escape from his lips. This small sound somehow was enough though for the blonde to turn around and look up directly into piercing green eyes. Roxas took in the sight before him: Greasy hair that was limp against Axel's back and forehead and a pale complexion, along with bloodshot eyes and extreme black circles. Shaking his head in defeat, he broke contact and returned to his car.

"I tried," he yelled up before closing the door and starting the engine. Looking down at him with sad eyes, for the first time since this whole incident began, Axel finally began to see the depth of what was going on. He was fucked. He was shit out of luck. Reaching up to rub his eyes, he pulled away when he found them wet. He was crying? Pushing his hair back with his fingers, he sharply gasped for breath, trying to hold back anymore tears that might be coming.

"Fuck."

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Quota: 12! Don't judge us.