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The next morning for Sora and Riku was just a little bit uncomfortable. Surely neither of them had expected the perfect morning after a huge confession complete with Sora happily making breakfast in a frilly pink apron and Riku walking into the kitchen in a nice suit where they would talk about the day ahead and share a loving kiss. That was all reserved for the movies and corny television shows.
This was reality.
Sora was up earlier than normal, having beat Riku out of bed and to the kitchen. When the silver haired boy finally dragged his bare feet into the kitchen, he yawned widely and was met with the pleasant smell of cinnamon rolls baking away in the oven. It seemed to be the start of a good, not awkward morning, but that wasn't exactly the case. He sat at the table and turned in his seat to watch Sora flutter around the kitchen, looking like he was trying to keep himself busy with the several food products he had out on the limited space of the counter. The brunette hadn't even acknowledged that his best friend had finally joined him in the kitchen. He just continued on with his own task at hand.
After nearly ten minutes of being ignored, Riku was getting fed up. "Morning Sora," he spoke loudly, a small croak in his voice as he did his best to sooth the dryness. He hated a dry mouth in the morning and stood up to fetch himself something to drink. He eyed the younger boy on his entire trip to the fridge, his eyes narrowed as he watched several eggs being cracked open and placed in a hot skillet on the stove. Still, he didn't get a response.
With a glass of milk in place before him, he watched his best friend the entire time that he made their breakfast. The delicious smell made Riku's stomach growl, but he hardly took notice to the sound or the rumbling. He didn't like how Sora was acting, not in the least.
When breakfast was placed before him, he arched a brow first at the set-up, then at Sora. "Sora, I hope you took notice to the fact that Roxas isn't here and Axel isn't showing up for breakfast. Because if you did, why did you make this much food?"
On the table was a pile of french toast, fresh cinnamon buns that had glazed icing dripping temptingly down the sides, eggs, fresh fruit that had been bought just the day before, sausage and two yogurts; strawberry for Sora, raspberry for Riku. It was a wonder how long it took the kid to make all this and it was also a wonder of who was going to eat all of it.
Something was up. And Riku had a very good idea of what it was.
Sora sat down and began to fill his plate up. He didn't take notice to the aqua eyes that were watching him carefully until he looked up. "You aren't hungry?"
"Something is up," Riku stated calmly, yet he sounded ominous. Funny how he was able to do that. Sora looked shocked, like he'd been told that he was capable of bearing children. He looked flabbergasted for a moment before that look gradually melted into disappointment. He sighed and set his fork down, running a hand through his messy locks. "Spill," Riku said, his eyes narrow slits and sending out a threatening signal beam. Sora knew that look, though it hadn't ever been directed towards him.
"Just…there's just so much going on right now. I mean, there's the whole thing with us and Roxas is coming over to get his stuff as we speak-"
Ironically enough, as those words were said, the sound of someone messing with the front door could be heard, along with two loud voices, sounding like an argument. Both occupants of the apartment turned to peer out the archway that made the kitchen entrance and they waited for their guests to arrive.
The front door finally opened and the muffled voices became quite clear. "All I'm saying is that you should have grabbed something before we left. I told you to, didn't I?"
That was plainly Roxas and Sora recognized the scolding voice that his younger twin had picked up from their mother. He'd always cringe when Roxas used that voice and did his best to hide from him.
"And I said that I didn't want anything that we had!" Axel argued over his boyfriend. The door closed behind them and Riku and Sora caught sight of Roxas' side as he whipped around to face the redhead.
"And do you know what I've learned from the car ride over here?" he asked, hands resting on his hips in an annoyed gesture. There was a pause and Riku guessed that Axel did some motion, whether he shrugged or rolled his eyes. "I learned that you are a whiny bitch."
Leave it to Roxas to lay down the law and be up front. Especially in the morning.
Axel followed Roxas into the kitchen, both looking annoyed with each other. It was a wonder how they were supposed to live together when they had only been together two days are were already sounding like a couple on the brink of a divorce.
Axel's face changed immediately and his eyes lit up at the sight of the buffet on the table. He took a seat hastily beside Riku and grabbed a slice of the cut up peach, eagerly biting into the sweet flesh of the fruit. "Get me a plate, will ya Rox?" he asked as his emerald orbs scanned over his selection. Roxas' jaw dropped with a look of irritation spreading across his face. His mouth then closed, his lips pursed and he silently stomped to the cabinet to get his agitating boyfriend what he asked for. He returned the table and proceeded to smack Axel not to gently on the back of the head with the cheap plastic plate. Axel's head had actually been sent forward just a bit from the blow and he rubbed at the back of his offended skull.
"Babe," he said, "that was uncalled for." He snatched the plate from Roxas' hand and went on his merry way of grabbing a stack of french toast, crisp melon slices and a cinnamon roll.
"As are you," Roxas responded and savagely bit off the end of a strawberry. His eyes found Sora's and they seemed to have a telepathic conversation. Roxas could read the tension and stress and uncertainty in those ocean-blue eyes. He could sense that his brother was undecided on how he felt about his sibling, the one he confided everything in, moving out of the apartment. He had the sensation of discomfort thinking that they wouldn't be together, but they hadn't truly been together as much in the past couple of days. It was a start and it was certain that they would handle everything just fine.
"Damn Sora, you're just as good a cook as Roxie," Axel confessed with a heavenly look. He took a bite out of the gooey cinnamon roll and it appeared as though his eyes rolled to the back of his head from ecstasy.
"No cinnamon roll orgasms at the table please," Roxas said and reached for one of his own. He was used to the amazing taste of his brother's cooking and baking, so he didn't react quite the same way as Axel, but he did however repress the delectable sigh that worked its way into his throat.
Riku was silent the entire time, looking grumpily down at his place as he pushed syrup around with his fork. His appetite was lost just watching Axel eat and he felt dejected about the fact that those two had shown up, killing his talking time with Sora. He couldn't wait much longer to get things with Sora sorted, though he couldn't fully comprehend why they had issues to work out. Everything had seemed to go alright, the two sharing a few more innocent kisses before drifting off to sleep, holding one another close. And Riku was like a rock when it came to emotions and such, but it actually frightened him to think that Sora might believe that he made the wrong decision.
"I'll just go pack up my things. It won't take long," Roxas spoke, sucking some icing off of his fingers. "And afterwards we'll get back to our place. We actually wanted to ask if you and Riku wanted to come over for the day, so you can see where I'll be staying," Roxas said to Sora. The brunette perked up and nodded his head eagerly. "Yeah. Riku doesn't have to work today. And I want to see this so called 'unbelievable' house that I've heard about."
Axel chuckled a bit and set his fork down, swallowing the remaining bit of food in his mouth. "Unbelievable?" he asked as he turned to look at the blond who was now standing in the archway. Roxas gave him a 'duh' look and shrugged.
"Show me two other college kids working minimum wages jobs who have a house like yours! It'll be very difficult. Or, how about you show me two college kids who aren't rich, working minimum wages jobs who have a house like yours." Axel pushed his lips out while nodded, looking to be in thought.
"You know," he said after a brief thinking time, "you're right. I don't think I could find one."
"Exactly," Roxas concluded and left the room. The other three were left in a strange, between awkward and not awkward silence. Sora and Axel went on without seeming to be bothered by anything, both just eating and not really acknowledging anyone. Riku, though, sat there with a slightly clenched jaw and a tight grip on his fork. Couldn't Axel just go away?
"Can't you just go away?" he asked aloud, even though he hadn't had previous intent on doing so. He received two startled looks and he simply buried his head in his hands. Why oh why did the gods chose him to hate?
Of course, he was just beginning to enjoy his free breakfast and Axel knew he was being asked to leave. Well, he was intruding already and he'd been taught not to intrude. And Riku did look annoyed.
"Yeah, I'll just go help Roxas," Axel said meekly and set his silverware down. Normally he'd impose, but he knew full and well that Riku and Sora were having issues to handle and that now was not the appropriate time to tease. He stood and thought of abandoning his plate of food, but he was hungry and it was pretty good. So he took the plate and fork with him and left the room, munching away.
Riku let out a breath slowly, willing the irritation he felt to flee from his system. Sora looked at him cautiously and carefully, wondering just what could have gotten on his nerves, though he had a good grasp of what it could be. He couldn't force another bite of food down his throat and he set his fork down with a defeated look.
"I need to know Sora," Riku said, his head down. His bangs successfully veiled his eyes so Sora wasn't able to see his expression. With his next sentence, his voice was a strained whisper, "I need to know if there can be an 'us.'"
Aquamarine eyes searched the unsure face, looking desperately for an answer. Sora did his best, trying to keep his face from showing any drastic emotion. The boy battled with himself on the inside, wondering just how he felt.
He hated the pained look on Riku's face. He hated seeing that face contorted in distress. It wasn't right and it killed him to know that he was the one that made his best friend that way. But that was the biggest issue. Riku was his best friend. And going from best friends since diapers to boyfriend was a huge leap and possibly not something he was ready for. But a good majority of himself knew that that was the right path he should choose. Bringing up the problem with Kairi just reminded Sora that the girl knew that he and Riku should be together. So many people pushed him to suddenly declare his interest in guys, or Riku at least, and to start dating him.
Admittedly, he did want to be with Riku that way. He wanted to venture out, to take this to the next step and see if this was something that could be good for the both of them. It made sense, did it not? Whether he wanted to confess or not, he had been unconsciously in love with Riku for years. And he was just realizing this now. And Riku loved him, that he knew. Why was he holding back? Why was he letting his fear of 'maybe this isn't right' hold him back? Maybe…maybe he should just take a shot at this and trust that Riku will always be there for him if this happened to end badly.
Take a chance, take the opportunity for happiness. He didn't have anything to lose, did he?
"I want you," Sora murmured quietly to his plate. He couldn't meet Riku's eyes but he was suddenly forced to, when long, smooth fingers lifted his chin. Sora hated how his eyes were tearing from fear. This was so different, a huge step in his life. He had to be strong and trust his feelings. This was right, he knew it.
Riku could see that he looked almost unsure on the outside, but with a long glance at the boy's eyes, he could understand that Sora was completely confident with his words. He really did want Riku, it was obvious. So the silverette leaned forward over the table and easily captured the lips that he had already fallen in love with. He loved the soft feel of the rosy mouth and nipped at Sora's bottom lip when he pulled away, keeping their noses touching.
"Finally," someone sighed from the entrance way. Both boy's at the table looked up to see Roxas, smirking cheekily at the pair while leaning against the archway, Axel at his side looking just as smug (and very delighted) with his arm wrapped around Roxas' waist. Sora seemed to shrivel beneath their gazes and Riku returned a smug look of his own.
"Yes, finally," Riku said since Sora was completely silent. He glanced at the brunette fleetingly and added in, "I think." Roxas pouted a bit and walked up behind his brother, lightly thumping him on the head.
"It better be a finally," he said, eyeing the top of his brother's head, hoping that the stare would send the signal right to the boy's brain that this was how things were supposed to be. Sora titled his head up and smiled, though it wasn't one of his full blown flawless grins.
Sora then looked back to Riku who was still leaning over the table towards him. He brushed away any hesitation he had and leaned forward to reconnect their lips shortly, before pulling back. "Yeah," he said. "Finally."
In a classic, 'let's ruin the moment' kinda of way, Axel chose that time to speak up. "Finally, finally," he said sarcastically. "How about we finally hit the road so we can actually do something instead of making googly eyes at each other."
Roxas threw him a glare back over his shoulder, then turned and advanced to the redhead. Doing his best puppy-eyed look, Axel was forced to look at large, shining cerulean eyes that made his insides melt from the cuteness. "That is not fair. And I refuse to go all googly eyed back. I'm cute as is."
Roxas slapped his arm, laughing. "Oh yes, cute as a button." Axel smirked and grabbed the boy, pulling him forward and unleashing a furry of tickling fingers on his ribs. Roxas squirmed, tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he struggled for freedom. He did his best to push himself away from Axel but to no avail.
Riku and Sora, meanwhile, proceeded with cleaning up what was left of their breakfast, rolling their eyes at the happy couple. The entire time, the two couldn't help but smile.
"I didn't expect Axel to bounce back so fast," Sora stated, trying to ease the silence that developed between them. Roxas had finally won his freedom and punched Axel non too gently on his bicep, eliciting a groan and a few complaints. "But I'm glad. Because he makes Roxas happy. And if Roxas is happy, I'm happy."
Riku smiled as he dried the dishes that were handed to him, his eyes focused on the plates being handed over with a lack of interest. "So are you sure Sora? About this whole thing between us?" He was getting good feelings since the very recent kiss they had just shared, but he always like to be reassured. It just put him at ease and made him feel a bit more comfortable.
Sora didn't speak right away and this didn't bother Riku in the slightest. It was understandable that he had to think it out. It truly was a major change and not an simple switch to make. This was an entire lifestyle change and they didn't always sit right with some people. But then, the brunette spoke, "Yeah." His one word was quiet but clean, no hint of hesitation or confusion mixed in with his tone. "It's going to take a bit to get used to conceiving the thought that I'm at least bi-sexual. And the fact that I've fallen for my best friend." He bumped elbows with Riku, a gesture that the older of the two returned. "But you went through it, right? And you've suffered worse than I have. So…I'm almost definite that this is what I want. You are what I want."
They snuck quick glances at each other out of the corner of their eyes, their grins impossible to fight off. Riku's inner joy was indescribable and he could only think that the impossible had been achieved. He'd always believed that Sora would grow up and marry, if not Kairi, some other woman and live happily ever after with her and their children and completely forget about him. But the thing he wanted above all else, Sora's affection, was finally being given to him.
"Googly eyes," Axel canted, long and drawn out. He wiggled his crimson brows teasingly at the new couple, his chesire grin gleaming mischievously. "Like two love sick puppies strung out with cherubs and a giant rainbow gay flag in the background. I swear you two are sweeter than Demyx's secret marshmallow Peep stash." He then proceeded to make a gagging motion, forcing Roxas to reach up to grab his ear and pull him away.
"Let's go, Button Boy," Roxas droned while pulling Axel away. "We'll wait for you two to shower or dress or whatever you need to do." The blond pulled his boyfriend towards the small living area and shoved him down onto the couch, curling up beside him.
"We just need to dress, so it won't take long," Sora said, heading into the bedroom with Riku trailing behind him.
"If we hear groans, we're leaving without you," Axel called after them, then chuckled sinisterly while Roxas rolled his eyes. Green eyes looked to find a scrutinizing look pointed towards him and his face fell like a puppy who'd just been yelled at. "What?"
"You," Roxas stated calmly, "are immature."
Axel snorted and treated Roxas with his own eye roll. "I try to lighten the mood and make things fun. It's all in good humor, babe."
"Maybe for you," Roxas retorted and did his best to stretch his patience. "But not all of us have a perverted sense of humor like you do."
The redhead seemed to find this comment amusing. He ruffled blond locks, disgruntling their owner and kissed the boy's cheek. "It's just cause you're a little virgin boy. Nothing to be ashamed about. Besides, that's something that can be easily taken care of."
"I resent that comment," the blond bit back and crossed his arms. Axel wasn't fazed by his defensive demeanor. He secured the boy's waist in his arms and hauled him up and into his lap against the startled protests. He then moved fast and had Roxas pinned beneath him. He had a satisfied expression; Roxas looked to be on the verge of killing.
"How about you let me take care of your pretty little body tonight. I promise to be gentle and that it'll feel really good." His sneer was almost maniac level scary but what scared Roxas the most was that it turned him on. He felt his cheeks burn and the images of just what Axel was talking about flooded is mind and he (embarrassingly) could feel himself growing excited.
"D'you realize that you kind of look like a pedophile?" Riku said smoothly as he and Sora walked by the couch. Axel looked up, then sat back on his knees, grinning.
"He's legal. He may not look it, but I'm safe. You on the other hand." His eyes swept over Sora's small frame. "I'd keep that statement in mind when you're thinking about fondling your new toy in public."
Promptly, Riku flipped Axel off and Sora began to sputter obscenities towards the redhead. Axel stuck his fingers in his ears and started droning, "La, la, la." Roxas, fed up with all of them, stood up off the couch and walked to the front door, one loaded duffle bag over his shoulder. Axel noticed him move and took the other two bags of things they had packed and followed him.
Sora and Riku followed the pair out the door and down the sidewalk. With protective eyes Sora watched the slim hand that was resting on his brother's hip, sliding down then back up again. Riku watched the brunette out of the corner of his eye and chuckled inwardly at the protectiveness.
"You driving, or me?" Roxas asked. He glanced up at his boyfriend, then down at the hand that was progressively sliding dangerously low. He arched a brow and slapped it away. Axel hissed and rubbed his offended appendage, pouting.
"I will," he answered. He pulled the key from his pocket, unlocking the doors. He and Roxas walked up to the car like it was no big deal, Riku was composed, though silently impressed, and Sora had felt the need to express his amazement.
"Dude, seriously? That is the car that you get to drive! No way, and I thought Dad's car was sweet!" His blue eyes were wide as he stared at the red Ferrari in wonder. The car, in all its glory, sat patiently and glamorously in the dim, cool morning light. "Rich people," he muttered then and climbed into the back of the car while Roxas held the door open. He tucked himself into the backseat next to Riku and he stared up at the center dash of the car, looking at all the shiny knobs and buttons.
"Buckle up please," Axel said in a robotic voice as though imitating simulation of sorts. Right after he started the car, his hand immediately went to the radio dial being that the channel that was previously on was playing a commercial. He landed on a channel playing decade old songs.
"You know Rox, I'm only in the car and already I'm starting to approve," Sora said. He couldn't stop his orbs from looking at everything possible from the upholstery to the floors to the small tree shaped air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror.
"You'll be even more excited when you see the house. I already know what room you'll lock yourself in," Roxas spoke, looking back over his seat. He smiled secretively at his brother.
"No secrets Roxas! Twin rule, you can't keep anything from me. So what is this amazingly awesome sounding room that I'm going to fall head over heels in love with?" the boy asked curiously, cocking is head to side a bit and looking way too innocent. He looked eight, not eighteen. Roxas wanted to laugh at how childlike his brother looked but held it in. Instead he turned back around in his seat, speaking a quiet, "Gaming room."
His older brother launched himself at the seat in front of him, wrapping his arms around the head and getting his brother in a headlock. "Game room? As in video games? As in, what systems?"
Axel laughed at the excited behavior and Riku let out a small breath as he grabbed the back of the boy's sweatshirt and yanked him back down in his seat. Sora stuck his tongue out at the silverette and Riku gave him a discouraging look.
"As in all of them. We're game freaks at our house," Axel informed the excited blue-eyed jumping bean, who just happened to be bouncing in his seat. "You're excited over something like that?"
"Sora's studying graphic design and game programming. Video games," Roxas was saying, "are his life. I enjoy a good game as much as the next guy, but this one feeds off of them."
"I haven't played any games since we last went to Hayner's. And that was ages ago," Sora complained.
"Well just be patient and you'll see the room," Roxas said, exasperated. He knew he should have kept his mouth shut, but it just never happened for him. He seemed to always skip that piece of advice that he tried so hard to follow. He just never liked to keep a good thing, be it knowledge or a cookie, from Sora.
"I'm just saying that it's kind of freaky how you can get your voice to go as high as it did," Riku said as he climbed out of the car. He looked at Axel, his eyes a mixture of skepticism and shock. The redhead smiled and shrugged his shoulders, shutting the car door and walking away as if it were nothing.
"My voice can hit any note. It's a natural talent. And not the only thing I'm naturally talented at," he laughed and bumped his hip with Roxas', causing the blond to stumble slightly from the hit and glare.
"You keep those talents to yourself, alright."
With a coy smile on his face and in his eyes, Axel said, "One day, you'll be begging."
They walked up the pathway to the front door. "You sure we aren't in the wrong neighborhood?" Sora asked. "This is like, too good to be true." He couldn't fathom the size of the house that was owned by two college students.
"Believe it," Axel said and pointed his thumb to his forehead. He stopped, his brows marring. "I guess I need a headband for full affect."
Once they entered the house, Sora resembled a chocking fish. Riku's eyes were a bit wider than normal, though he was a bit more composed than his partner. "When can I move in?" Sora asked in true disbelief.
"It only gets better. How about you two explore. The entire pace is accessible. No rooms are off limits." Roxas said this more to Riku since he looked to be listening. His brother, not so much. He turned to Axel. "And you'll help me find a place for all of my stuff in your room." He didn't ask as a question and started walking away with his bag while Axel was right behind him with the other two. They trudged up the stairs and down the hall to what was now to be considered their room. Roxas dropped his bag down heavily on the bed, the furniture bouncing from the weight. Axel came in and set the other two bags, another duffle bag and Roxas' school bag, next to the first one.
They both stared at the bags before them silently. Neither wanted to move to start unpacking.
"Do it tonight?" Roxas asked.
"Oh yeah," Axel replied and both were out the door.
"We'll wait for them in the game room. Surely Sora will find his way there. He has this like, ultra sensitive extra sense for games. He can sniff them out like a bloodhound," Roxas informed the redhead in an amused tone. His eyes lit up as he smiled.
"You two are really fond of each other, huh?" Axel asked. Roxas was quite and his smile turned sad.
"Well, we're all we have. I mean, before it was us and our parents, but now. Now it's just me and Sora."
A warm arm made its way around the shorter one's shoulders. "Not true," Axel said. Roxas looked up and the redhead offered him an encouraging look. "You've got me. And Riku. And Demyx and Kairi. Don't forgot the rest of your friends Rox. It's not like we're not your family."
Roxas had no words to say, but inwardly he was agreeing. He knew it was true. He and Sora didn't have only each other, but everyone else in their lives as well. The arm around his shoulder ushered him forward down the hall. "Come on, I think I hear charging, so that must mean he sniffed the room out."
The game room was the last room at the end of the hallway. When you opened the stained oak door, you weren't bombarded by a single slab of solid paint. Instead your sense of sight was sent out of whack by the multiple colors and drawings that you would see. Overall, the basic color of the walls were black, but overtop of the paint job was an array of color chalk in the form of pictures and words.
"Chalkboard paint," Axel had said when Roxas first saw the room.
The graffiti was anything from simple to complex, messy to showcase. The good thing was that the room was big, meaning there was plenty of canvas to cover. It also appeared as though they were trying to fill the room up by sections. So the wall immediately facing the door was completely covered by words and drawings. The main feature was the very center of the wall; the name Marluxia covered nearly the entire center in large, intricate letters that were highly detailed with various patterns and colors. Around the letters were weaving vines and different colored roses.
On the wall next to that was what looked like a mural. There was a sketched scene of a setting sun lowering below the horizon of the ocean in a show of brilliant colors. The scene, when Roxas first saw it, seemed too real and he was taken back to his childhood in Destiny Islands. And off to the side, the water of the picture leaked over, linking the ocean to a pond, complete with reeds and an old dock. The orange sun was replaced by gray, peaceful clouds. Quarter and eighth music notes were drawn to represent raindrops, their light blue-gray coloring done excellently to make it appear as if there were water molecules moving, just as though it were actual water. A few notes were drawn crashing into the surface of the pond, disrupting the still water and creating soft ripples.
"Naminé," Axel had said when Roxas stared at the wall. "She started with the sunset scene, then Demyx came in with his guitar and started playing. So she drew the raining notes, and well, the rest is history."
Now as they walked into the room, Roxas' eyes were still diverted to the (in his opinion) masterpiece done by the girl. He never took noticed to the two other's occupying two of the many beanbag chairs. He remarked the two when he heard his boyfriend speak to them. "If you two were hoping to get it on in private, you should have stuck to Dem's room." He didn't laugh or anything, but it was obvious that he was enlivened by the couple's embarrassed looks. Zexion's cheeks flared and his cool eyes narrowed in warning at Axel. Demyx, who was focused on one (out of two) big, flat screen television, didn't offer his friend a look, only words. "We're not like you Axel," he said.
"You calling me a perverted horn dog?" Axel asked. He took a seat in the purple beanbag chair next to Zexion who had taken the black one. The slate haired man next to him was comfortably settled with a book between his hands though his eyes were directed to the TV.
Roxas joined them, pulling a bright blue beanbag chair over, though just as he was about to sit he was pulled, unsuspectingly, into Axel's lap. He let out a small squeak but didn't struggle, even as a nose was nuzzled into his neck and hair. Blue eyes opened and noticed an ongoing game of Fire Emblem on the TV. That's why Zexion was watching. Not that he thought that Zexion was completely opposed to games, Roxas had just assumed that they didn't interest him the way they did for the rest of them. But Fire Emblem was more of a strategic game, so a lot of thinking and planning was required. More than anything, he was probably instructing the blond just where to move his warriors.
"You set yourself up for the horny comments," Roxas remarked and kept his eyes on the television. He could hear he patter of feet out in the hallway and knew that Sora had located the room they were in. A small smile intervened on his face and he snuggled comfortably into the body behind him. An explosion was on the way.
"I thought you had to work today Dem," Axel was saying, obviously having not noticed the footfalls.
"Nope. I've had the past days off because I'm working nearly every day this week."
In Roxas' head, he counted. Three.
The steps came closer. Zexion had taken noticed since he was looking at the door.
Two.
Faintly Riku's voice could be heard. "…-aid not to run!"
One. And the door burst open.
"Holy hell this is the sickest thing ever!"
Right on time, Sora burst in with a look of pure innocence and joy. It was like he had been stranded in the desert for days and he just found a heavenly oasis. There was too much for him to take in and the brunette was charging around the room like a madman.
Slowly and much more at ease, Riku came in looking exasperated. "I hope you have a spare room, because I think someone will lose a limb if we try to take him from this house." He walked into the room, his eyes instantly attracted to the walls and he took a seat in the beanbag chair Roxas had previously brought over next to Axel's. "Makes my tiny little home seem way inferior. I have a lot to live up to if I want to provide Sora with as much as Roxas is sure to get."
"Don't think like that Riku," Roxas said in an assuring way. "If this one knows what's good for him, he won't go money happy on me." Axel looked sheepish at the comment, as though a few ideas he had brewing in his mind were just stomped on. The redhead did his best to look like he was more interested in one of Demyx's soldiers who was currently being slaughtered by an attack from an enemy wyvern rider than the ongoing conversation.
Like a hyper ball of energy, Sora jumped into the same chair Riku was in and Roxas swore if the boy had a tail it would be wagging like crazy. "Riku! Riku! We need a room like this! Not only for the games but for the walls! We need walls for people to write on! It'd be great for memories and just fun. Man, we have to do it!"
"How about we get ourselves a bigger place first, huh?" Riku suggested. As he looked down at the kid, he had the growing urge to pull him into his lap just as Axel had done with Roxas. Slow, his inner voice told him. He had to take things with Sora slow and not push the kid out of his comfort zone. He could easily make due with the very close proximity between them.
"Gah! No, no, no, no!" With quick movements Demyx was up from his chair and reaching for the Wii that was set in a stand between the two televisions that were mounted on the wall. In the stand was the Wii, a Playstation 3, X-Box 360, as well as a classic Nintendo 64 system. Sitting besides the bigger systems were two Nintendo DS', one black and red, the other black and blue. Below the systems on the next two shelves were rows of games, all neatly put together by system, filling up the entirety of space available. Sora's eyes were looking at all the titles with envy, wanting to get his hands on all that he could. This was just what he needed. A room just like this. Then all he would need is an attached bathroom, mini fridge and microwave and he could live in here.
"Demyx, you always restart it whenever the black haired mage dies. He's proven himself useless, why not let him go?" Zexion inquired innocently. Demyx turned back to look at his boyfriend with heady eyes that were narrowed so slightly it was hardly noticeable.
"Just because he sucks in the beginning doesn't mean he does for the entirety of the game. Sure Soren isn't the best at first, but later on he becomes number one after Ike. Besides, it's given that Ike and Soren aren't to be separated. They're made for each other." Demyx looked like he was ready to melt all over the plush beige carpet while Zexion rolled his sapphire eyes. Demyx heaved a breath and figured it was time to do something for everyone. "Multiplayer game anyone?" he asked, sounding a bit disappointed. Sora was up and out of the chair, joining Demyx at the game stand and grinning from ear to ear as he searched through the titles. He pulled out the copy of Mario Kart Wii, looking excited. Demyx nodded with a smirk. "Perfect," the musician replied and moved to set it up.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you," Demyx said some time into their game. He, Axel, Sora and Riku had all submerged themselves into a game of karts and motorcycles when Demyx spoke. "Marly called this morning," he continued and gave way to indicating that he was talking to Axel.
"And?" Axel said while he pressed his thumb into the two button on the Wii remote as if it would make Princess Peach drive faster.
"He said he's staying with us for a few days this week. Said that he feels unloved since we haven't talked too much lately." Demyx, who had repositioned himself so that his head was in Zexion's lap and he was stretched across the two chairs, jerked his arms suddenly to the left, crashing his kart into Sora's. Said boy pouted and pushed back and forced Demyx off the side of the track.
"You tell Marly that he'll have to fight me for the extra bed," Sora said and went on his merry way of taking first place. Right behind him was Riku, waiting for the perfect opportunity to unleash his red shell.
"Oh we'll tell him," Axel said and activated his bullet bill which sent him flying through the crowd of riders. He snickered as he ran straight into Demyx who sent him an evil look.
"Can you believe we go back to school tomorrow?" Roxas said out of the blue. The other's added in their own comments. "At least I got all my work done. Somehow," the blond breathed.
"You get tomorrow morning with the happy couple, Roxie," Axel said with a chuckle that was meant to be teasing.
Roxas brought his right arm around a poked Axel hard in the ribs, causing his arms to twist, sending Princess Peach directly into an abandoned banana peel. "You did finish your essay, didn't you dear?" The affectionate nickname was anything but. "Because didn't you say that you would be 'in for it' if you didn't? I haven't seen you at your computer at all."
Looking dumbfounded and surprised, Axel dropped the controller out of his hands and nearly pushed Roxas from his lap, running out the door. Roxas recovered from his unexpected fall and picked the controller up for himself, looked disgruntled.
Riku let out a low whistle and sent out his red shell, successfully smashing into Princess Daisy (a.k.a Sora) and charging into first place much to the protest of the beaten boy. "Two days and he's already whipped."
The chill of the November night air filtered into the room as Hayner opened his window. He shivered in his thin pants and t-shirt and stepped away to retreat back into the room where the cold air hadn't quite reached. The soft thump of boots hitting the floor sounded but he never turned around to look at the person who just hopped in through his window. Instead he reached his bed and climbed back in, the spot he had previously been still warm and inviting. He closed his chocolate eyes and did his best to clear his mind in hopes of falling straight back to sleep. But the sound of clothing rustling wasn't helping him, neither was the image in his head of Seifer undressing.
He cracked one eye open, noticing that the room was lighter than he thought. It just so happened that the moon was exceptionally bright and had the desire to illuminate the body standing at the foot of his bed. His body went cold when he faintly observed that Seifer was staring right at him, a smirk sliding onto his face when he noticed Hayner's eyes open. Then it turned into a show, Seifer easing his long-sleeved shirt off, pulling it over his head and giving Hayner a beautiful view of his torso. He didn't stop there though, and next he was sliding his pants down over his thighs slowly, his thumbs pointed up so they could run over taunt muscles seductively. And even when he stepped out from the pool of fabric, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and just like his pants, slowly slipped them down his legs, no hesitation or embarrassment.
Hayner gulped, wondering just what in the world he could be doing. He wasn't going to sleep naked next to him, no way no sir. But apparently Seifer thought differently since he was sliding into bed next to him without a care in the world. And he didn't stop in the empty spot available to him. No he moved so he was invading Hayner's space, completely moving until was he on top of the younger man.
Seifer's actions were quick, like he had to make a move or Hayner would run out on him. Without thought, Seifer was kissing Hayner fiercely, hotly prying the dirty blond's lips open and slipping his tongue in the other's mouth. And despite being taken by surprise, Hayner answered his actions with as much valor and force, touching his tongue with Seifer's, twining the two muscles together. If he wanted a make-out session, he could comply with that.
But Seifer made his intention know that he wanted more than a just kisses. He grabbed one of Hayner's hands and guided it, palm down, from his shoulder and down his chest. Hayner nearly faltered with the kiss as his fingers brushed over a nipple, then over defined stomach muscles. Hayner wanted to stop his hand, to decease it from going further, but he wasn't in control of that. Seifer was. And Seifer obviously was well set on just what he wanted, either not caring or worrying what Hayner wanted. He led that hand continuously downwards until he reached his goal and Hayner came in contact with his half hard erection.
Blood rushed, first to Hayner's cheeks, then hurriedly to his groin. When he opened the window, an invitation that Seifer was allowed to stay, he had never thought that this was what was going to happen. This was a step beyond and he felt like his foot was now dangling off a cliff. This could potentially be a dangerous path to tread at this time.
A hand finding its way under the waistband of his pants stopped his thoughts right then and he let out a small breath into the mouth that was locked with his own. Bad path or not, that felt good. And then that hand gripped him, just like he was gripping Seifer, and it moved and his thoughts were becoming a jumbled mess. The last thing he thought right then, was that he didn't need to think right now. All he needed was to feel.
Hayner's shirt was being tugged upwards and his mouth was forcibly disconnected with Seifer's. He sat up a bit and pulled the clothing over his head, tossing it to the floor. The feel of their skin coming in contact was electric and Hayner instantly fell in love. He then felt another tug at his pants and boxers and understood. Just feel, he thought to himself as he lifted his hips, allowing the rest of what was covering him to be taken. And once that was gone, realization hit and both of them felt nothing but the raw heat of their bodies together with no boundaries.
This just can't be happening, Hayner thought and rolled his head to the side as a pair of lips and teeth attack his neck. What the hell brought this on all of a sudden?
The time for questioning wasn't then though, he figured and he knew he shouldn't doubt what was (in his mind) a miracle. He never imagined in all his years that Seifer would actually succumb to whatever temptation overcame him and do something like this with Hayner. This was real, it had to be. The jolts of pleasure he felt when Seifer ground their hips together was just beyond words and the shivers that wracked his body were too sharp and noticeable for this to ever be a dream.
Seifer ran his hands down Hayner's side, taking in the feel of the silky skin and the lithe muscles. Small gasps escaped Hayner's mouth with each force of pressure he applied between their hips. He brought his hands back up to Hayner's face and cupped each cheek, kissing him more gently and lovingly on the lips. "My Hayner," he whispered breathlessly. He then sat back on his knees and moved off the side of the bed. Hayner sat up, confused as to why he just suddenly left him when he was all hot and bothered now. He wanted the weight of the other's body back and he craved the feel of lips decorating his body. He wanted Seifer and whatever Seifer was planning on doing.
Seifer shuffled with his clothes, searching for something. He grabbed whatever he needed and returned to the bed, a small bottle in his hand. Hayner took a look at it and instantly recognized what it was.
"You planned this?" he asked, trying to regain breath as his eyes were locked on the small bottle of lubricant.
"No, I carry this around with me all day. No shit I planned it," Seifer said back with a sarcastic look. He sat on his knees, straddling Hayner. He opened the bottle and poured a liberal amount onto his fingers. Hayner watched him with unsure eyes.
"W-what if I said I didn't want to." Did he want to? That was his question to himself. Was he ready for something like this, going so far and doing something possibly regrettable without being able to take this night back. Hayner was a virgin. And his virginity, once lost, wasn't something he could take back. Was he willing to lose it to Seifer?
"Are you saying no?" Seifer asked. Blue eyes searched his face and saw the uncertainty there. He wanted this, and he was planning on doing this tonight. But if Hayner said no, he'd have to stop, wouldn't he?
Just feel, Hayner's body told him. And all he wanted right now was Seifer back on top of him, giving him those pleasurable feelings once again. He'd done things with other people before, but he'd never ventured this far and finally he was with Seifer, not just fantasizing. Was it possible that there would be another opportunity like this? Because of all the people out there that he could hook up with, he probably didn't trust anyone more than Seifer, his first friend, first love, with his virginity.
"Just go slow," he whispered and closed his eyes. His legs were spread apart further and lips descended to kiss each of his closed eyelids. Then they linked with his own lips just as a finger was slowly pushed into him. Hayner gasped at the intrusion and his body tensed.
"Relax," Seifer spoke against his lips. Hayner's legs had tightened and his entire body was stiff. With his free hand, Seifer stroked the boy in an attempt to loosen him up and get him to relax a bit more. He kissed him as well, hoping to lead him back to his comfort zone, or as close to it as he could. Sure he was painfully hard and he wanted to be inside Hayner as soon as possible, but he knew he couldn't rush this since it was the blond's first time.
Soon enough Hayner relaxed a bit and Seifer felt the muscles around his finger ease up. Carefully, he entered another finger, Hayner's body stiffening again, but relaxed just as quickly. Hayner had grimaced when the second finger was added and he squirmed a bit uncomfortably. Seifer kissed him again before moving his fingers a bit, doing his best to stretch the boy. And when the third finger was added, Seifer had to hold Hayner in place since he was moving about in discomfort.
"Just relax," Seifer reminded him. Hayner bit his lip and suppressed a groan working in his throat. He was panting heavily now.
"It hurts," he said in a strained voice. Seifer moved his fingers again and Hayner was sent arching his back and crying out. That cetainly didn't hurt...
With a small laugh, Seifer rested his forehead on Hayner's shoulder. "This is the easy part," he said. Finally when he was sure Hayner was well prepared, he removed his fingers and coated his length, stroking it a few times. "Ready?" he asked.
"No," Hayner said. Seifer knew that if he waited and asked again, he'd receive to the same answer. So, stretching his self control and trying to be extremely careful, he pushed into Hayner slowly. Both parties had their eyes clenched shut, one set from pure pleasure, the other from mild pain. A small cry fell from Hayner's lip, but Seifer didn't stop until he was fully seated. Both men panted, a thin layer of sweat coating their bodies.
Hayner was still adjusting to the new, odd sensation and Seifer's control was growing dangerously thin. He couldn't help himself as he thrust forward just a little, instantly attracted to the sensations that made his vision blur. Hayner gasped with each thrust, experiencing a mingling of two very different sensations, tingling pleasure and burning pain. The two feelings seemed to intermingle and feed off of each other for him though, and overall it all just felt so good. His gasps transformed into moans that floated through the air with Seifer's own groans. His arms wrapped around the other's back and his blunt nails dug into skin, hard enough to break it but not strong enough to draw blood. A pair of lips kissed any part of him, face, shoulders, throat, that they could reach. Teeth sunk into his neck, breaking the skin, then digging deep and extracting a bit of red life liquid that was lapped up by a hot tongue.
The whole experience was something that went beyond Hayner's expectations and he always thought that people who talked about sex were exaggerating when they spoke of how amazing it felt. Now he thought that they underestimated it. And he could only imagine that it must feel that little bit better when you were together with someone you loved. It was that much hotter, that much more pleasurable, that much more trusting.
His cock throbbed painfully and he let out a loud cry as he felt a hand grab him and begin to stroke him. It was like his senses were now extra sensitive. The salty smell of their sweat, the taste of that salt and the other's tongue, the electric currents running from their fingertips. Everything was heightened, making this even better.
Seifer felt Hayner's thighs quake around his waist and he let himself go, thrusting faster and harder, edging them both closer. He heard his name fall repeatedly from petal soft lips and that only aroused him even more. "Mine," he growled possessively and he wrapped his arms around Hayner. Said boy reached his peak first, crying out as he climaxed. The spasms of his muscles caused Seifer to meet his limit and he released with a low growl.
Sweating, panting and smelling of sex, Seifer moved so he was besides Hayner and not collapsing on top of him. Both were out of it for a few moments, Seifer coming to his senses before Hayner. He grabbed the boy's face and kissed him hard like he was trying to leave a lasting impression.
It took Hayner a few minutes to come down from his high before he could speak. "Why?" was all he asked when he was capable of forming words.
Seifer let out a long breath. "Because. I don't need a reason to love you, do I?"
Hayner rolled onto his side and could already feel the pain in his backside. "It doesn't add up. It's not like you to do something like this."
"It isn't?" Seifer asked, tricking Hayner into rethinking his previous statement. He looked into the café colored eyes that looked torn. "I wanted to, alright? Look Hayner…" He had trouble putting his words in order and figuring out how he wanted to explain this. Ultimately he decided that the truth was the best, even if he had worked for so long to never let it out. "Don't think I never wanted you. I always have, always will."
Hayner shook his head. "Why didn't you do anything about it? Even when you knew how I felt, you were still a prick to me."
Seifer couldn't look him in the face anymore and he rolled onto his back. He laced his fingers and placed his hands behind his head. "I've done so many stupid things in my life. And because of the path I choose, there are some things I have to sacrifice for another's wellbeing rather than my own."
"Are you saying you…gave me up?" Hayner asked. His stomach churned with the thought that something so selfless was done for him.
"I gave up on telling you how I felt. I screwed my life up Hayner. And if I acted on my feelings, I would have dragged you into something I'd rather you never saw." Seifer's face almost looked pained and Hayner felt an overwhelming urge to cry. No tears formed in his eyes, but his chest constricted and the air left his lungs.
"Isn't pushing me away hurting you though? And it's hurting me too. Is that what you want?" Hayner's voice rose and any concern with waking his parents had been thrown out the window ages ago. "Do you really want to cause me pain like this every fucking day?"
"This isn't pain Hayner! D'you want to be with me everyday, watching me go ballistic if I can't get a fix? Because I don't! I don't want to risk hurting you! And I'm not fucking talking about messing with your head. I mean physically hurting you! I couldn't live with myself if I seriously hurt you, okay?"
That shut them both up. Hayner, who had lifted himself up and was resting in an upright position lowered himself back down onto his bed. He understood. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he severely hurt the one he loved either. And he knew about Seifer's drug and alcohol problem, but he thought then that he probably didn't comprehend the drastic effects of it. Would he be able to go everyday watching Seifer getting high or drunk, or taking care of him if there came signs of withdrawal? Could he argue with him everyday about getting help and stopping with this stupid gang shit? Could he deal with the heated yelling that was bound to ensue or the abuse he might face from Seifer's nasty temper, the horrible physical brawls that they were sure to get in?
No.
Surely he couldn't.
But would he do it anyways?
Yes, without a doubt. He'd be broken in no time, but he wouldn't give up. No way. He couldn't give up on Seifer when they came this far.
"So what do we do?" Hayner asked. Seifer wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in close. Hayner rested his head on his shoulder, his arm on his chest, fingers delicately resting on Seifer's neck.
"Tomorrow, we return to how things were. Childhood friends turned sworn enemies. At least in front of everyone else."
The shadows of sleep began to pull Hayner into its clutches. His eyes closed and he yawned, his body exhausted. "And when we're by ourselves?"
Seifer brought the blanket up and over Hayner's shoulders. He was showing his more tender side now and he placed a kiss on the top of the other's head.
"Then we're lovers."
That chapter turned out nothing like I wanted it to. Except for the lemon :D. Haha, that went as planned. Though I feel a little less pure after writing it. It's still okay, I guess. Hopefully AG skipped it and isn't scarred for life.
I know not a lot happened. Truly, I just wanted to solidify, or at least jellify (that's really a word?) Sora and Riku's relationship. Just give it an answer as to 'will they be together or not.'
And I had to do something fore Seifer and Hayner. And bada-bing, you got a lemon (which I hope was okay. I'm not an experienced lemon writer)!
So basically, I took it easy with this chapter, making things a bit more at ease. It's better since these poor characters are going to be getting tortured from now on -evil cackle- What? Oh, you think what I did to them before was bad, you all just wait. I will show you just how sadistic and horrible I can be. It's scary.
Please review! They make me happy like my cake batter Friendly's ice cream.
One last thing, kudos and cyber chip cookies to whoever points out my Naruto reference. It's quite obvious.