Simple Movements

Chapter 3

-Lips-

"...I can hear you..."

The metallic taste of copper was something that he had committed to memory since long ago. Feeling the warm sensation dribbling over his lips and down his chin were all too familiar to Sora. He wiped at the blood with the back of his hand, his mouth twisting into a smirk while carefully watching the hovering figure.

"Nice to see you too," Sora uttered spitting out a bloody wad.

"Cut the crap," the tall man voiced, "you know very well this place is off limits."

Sora grunted as he got back on his feet. "Tell it to someone that cares."

"I'm telling you, back off before I get angry."

Sora chuckled, not at all amused with the threatening words. "I just want to see him it'll only take a minute."

A pair of hands grabbed Sora by the collar and pushed him back into a wall, the taller and much stronger man holding him in place. His breath reeked of cigarettes and clothes gave off the scent of heavy, cheap cologne.

"I'm not going to repeat myself, back off."

Sora looked beyond the burly man to see another man walking out into the narrow alley.

"Gaston, leave the boy alone."

"But boss, this kid's a pain in the ass."

"I said leave the boy alone. Don't make me repeat myself."

Gaston turned his attention back to the lithe boy he had pinned and inched himself closer. His knee found its way between Sora's legs, rubbing against his crotch. Gaston flared his nostrils.

"I'll make sure to bust you up real good next time."

He let Sora go, the brunette falling a few inches onto his feet. Sora rearranged his shirt and walked past the brutish man. Before him, decked out in black and glittering silver was an attractive man motioning for Sora to enter.

"You'll have to forgive Gaston, the guy lacks a brain."

Sora shook his head as he entered and the door closing behind them. Immediately an arm snaked its way behind him, caressing the slightest bit of skin not hidden by his shirt. Sora ran his tongue over his wounded lip.

"I'm used to it."

He was pulled against the taller man and his chin lifted upwards. Sora winced slightly as he pressed his lips to his. He didn't fight it, but simply clenched his hands as the kiss introduced a flickering of tongue. The taller man pulled back, leaving a gleaming string of saliva hanging between them before snapping.

"I'll have a word with him later on. But Sora, it's been a while since I've last seen you. I thought you'd have forgotten about me."

His fingers were running along the length of his chin, dabbing away at the slightest trace of blood still hanging onto Sora's skin. With platinum, bleach blonde hair buzzed short and an assortment of earrings dotting his ears, Luxord took Sora by the hand further into the dimly lit hallways. Sora exhaled, his chest feeling tight.

"I can't forget about you, not even if I tried."

They walked into a darkened bedroom, the faintest glimmer of sunlight peeking through the dark curtains. Luxord grabbed Sora, pulling him back against his chest and burying his face in Sora's soft spikes.

"My darling boy, you wouldn't be here unless you wanted something from me," he breathed into Sora's scalp. "So why don't we drop the act and tell me what you want."

Sora chuckled, his skin prickling as Luxord released him of his shirt. "You're so quick to the point."

"Time is money," Luxord added with kisses now traveling down Sora's neck. "That's the way business works."

He felt a lump forming in his throat at the sudden sensation on the back of his neck. Sora could feel Luxord's wet lips, but what he kept seeing in his head was something else altogether. The touch he felt wasn't the blonde's. Sora pulled forward, breaking their contact.

"So tell me, what do you want?"

It didn't take long before his shorts were but a huddled mess on the floor. The only thing left acting as a barrier between them was the elastic band around his small waist. Luxord placed both thumbs beneath the slip of stretchy fabric and playfully pulled on them. Sora veered over his shoulder, a growth pressing against his lower back.

"I need another hit," Sora said feeling the fuzziness of Luxord's bare chest.

"Hmmm…" the blonde murmured into Sora's shoulder blade, "it's not easy to come by, you know."

He closed his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I know...but I really need it."

Luxord's touch hesitated for a moment. Sora could feel the growing smile on the older man's face even in the darkened room. The blonde grabbed Sora by the back of the neck and threw him onto the bed. Sora bounced softly, rolling over as Luxord pressed himself onto the brunette. He gripped Sora's outstretched hands, holding them against the silky sheets. Luxord caught Sora in another kiss, his wound slitting open once again. He held back a whimper, his body now perspiring.

"Poor boy, what could have rattled you so badly you need to forget?"

Luxord straddled Sora, slowly undoing the button and fly of his own black pants. He brought both of Sora's hands to him, dragging them down his hairy chest and defined stomach. The sensation forced a growl from Luxord's mouth. Sora swiveled a finger underneath the band of Luxord's underwear, revealing tufts of the same platinum blonde hair.

"Does it really matter to you? I just need to get rid of it."

Luxord cupped Sora's cheeks with a hand. "Hmm…point taken. What will you give me in return?"

"Sora, from an ancient language of the east meaning 'Sky'.

His eyes swerved to the ceiling, peering through the dark to see a sparkling night sky. Sora's lashes obscured his vision, his heart beating hard against his chest. The image of Luxord was gone, in his place a pale silver haired man. The body he was touching, the eyes that watched him with a lust forced a shuddering sigh from him.

"I don't have anything of value."

Luxord reappeared, his body arching over Sora's as he peeled away the last bit of fabric covering an erection. The blonde kissed down Sora's stomach, his fingers reaching for Sora's lips. He flicked his tongue out, forcing his mouth around Luxord's pointer finger. The older man gripped Sora closer to him, the brunette's legs now spread over Luxord's face as he bobbed up and down with a violent ferocity. Sora was breathing heavily, his mouth suckling one finger after the other. His cheeks were red, flushed and gleaming with sweat the further Luxord drove him on. The blonde clutched Sora's neck, squeezing gently as he got closer.

"Luxord…easy…I'm going to…"

His words were lost to the blonde as his rhythm only intensified. Sora clutched the sheets behind him, his spine arching as he buckled forward. A thick wetness coursed out of Luxord's mouth, the blonde immediately lapping at the white droplets in a desperate attempt to keep them from going to waste. Sora felt his limbs stiffening and relaxing all at once, his chest expanding and constricting around his ribcage. Luxord shot up from between his legs, forcing the salty taste into Sora's mouth. Oh how it stung his split lip.

"Perfect," Luxord whispered as he removed himself from Sora. He walked over to a dresser opposite the bed, the sound of sliding compartments opening and closing. Sora drew the covers close to him, his body suddenly feeling cold. Luxord stepped back and extended his hand out.

"I'm giving you half, that's plenty."

A purple pill fell from Luxord's fingers into Sora's palm. He held it close, feeling a heat reverberating from it. Luxord crossed his arms, smiling at the brunette.

"You know, there are better ways to rid yourself of unpleasant memories."

Sora cupped the pill with both hands, his blue gaze staring at its glossiness. "I don't care, I just need to forget."

"Whatever," Luxord said with a groan, "what matters now is how you'll pay up for that pill. As much as I enjoyed our little fun just now, it's not enough."

Sora sat up, exposing himself to Luxord. The blonde smirked. "Well, I'm sure we can think of something."

It was a drug that went by the street name of "Maleficent's Needle". It had one of two nasty side effects such as putting the user into a coma-like sleep. Too many people were dropping left and right, some never waking up again. So, in came the government, putting a stop to the production and banning it altogether. With dwindling supplies, the pill had become scarce. But with anything that had gained a sense of popularity, it also went out of style. People moved onto something different, something new and hot. Yet there were still followers, and with a scarcity surrounding their drug, the price was steep. Sora didn't care how, but he needed it. He'd risk the danger of potentially never waking up in hopes of having the second of the two effects: memory loss.

Luxord sat on the edge of the bed, a lit cigarette between his lips. His hair was slick with sweat, his toes still curling from the aftermath of an intense orgasm. Sora was lying on his stomach, his back exposed and the sheets bunched around his legs. His eyes lay halfway closed, his spikes drooping and face flushed a deep pink. At first he thought it was the beating of his heart, but there was a series of intense thumps resonating through the walls. He perched himself on one elbow, looking to Luxord.

"You having a party?"

He blew out a stream of smoke. "Yeah, rich kid's 18th birthday. He's dropping major money out there."

Sora sat up. "And here you are when you should be playing host."

"Snobby kid wouldn't care if I was there or not, I don't give a fuck."

Luxord fell back, his arms encircling Sora around the waist as he looked upwards into his face. Sora bent down, placing a single kiss on his lips.

"I should get going."

"Stay a little longer, go out into the club if you want and have a drink."

He shook his head. "Not my scene. Richies and I don't get along."

Luxord bucked forward and placed his forehead to Sora's. "Don't be a stranger."

Sora didn't take long to pull his clothes back on before he was walking out of the room and into the hallways of the multistoried club. Luxord's business ventures asides from the obvious shady drug aspect of it included owning several popular clubs. Fresh kids with their sparkling wishes activated made it a point to visit his clubs and throw a huge party. With buckets of money at their disposal, it was an endless river of money filling Luxord's pocket.

Sora gripped the inside of his pocket, the pill cradled tightly within his palm. He took it out, holding it in front of him. His eyes were quivering slightly, his mouth opening and closing. Sora wanted to forget, he wanted to completely rid his mind of the images that swam in a turbulent vortex. It had been but only a few days since that encounter, and every other moment the color silver filled his vision, his insides growing hot and breath ragged. Their words were few, little was said, but it was more than enough to hold Sora captive. He couldn't stop thinking about Riku, the blessed Third Point of the inner districts.

"Holy shit, is that Maleficent's Needle?"

The brunette turned towards the voice, a boy his age with a string of girls behind him. He was gawking, entranced by the purple pill Sora had been holding in midair. Sora scowled at him.

"What's it to you?"

"Oh man, that shit is hard to find, where'd you get it?"

Sora was growing bored with the conversation and irritated by the numerous eyes on him. They were a bunch of richies, the designer clothes and delicate hands said it easily. The girls were whispering, although with Sora making out exactly what they were saying told him they weren't doing a very good job. The boy reached out with a glass of champagne in hand.

"I'll buy that off of you, how much do you want?"

"I'm not selling it," Sora quickly replied placing the pill back in his pocket. "Go back to your little party."

There was an audible gasp from the collected group.

"Oh my god, did you hear that?"

"Who does he think he is?"

"Look how dirty he is, he's probably from the outskirts."

"Eww, what's someone like him doing here?"

"I can't believe he has the nerve to talk to us like that."

"I don't think you heard me right," the boy said fishing into his blazer and pulling out a wad of cash. "I'll buy that off of you."

Sora felt his fingertips tingling. That bundle of money could easily carry him for months, hell, it'd buy him dozens of Maleficent's Needles from Luxord if he wanted. But despite the enticing offer, Sora wasn't interested. Not when it was coming from a snobby asshole with a gaggle of stupid bimbos. He ran a hand through his spikes.

"And I said I wasn't selling it."

The contents of the champagne glass drenched Sora's face. It slid in bubbly rivers down his cheeks, soaking his hooded shirt. He dabbed at his eyes, the loud ringing of laughter resonating in his ears. They were all laughing at him, the little group before him were staring him down and laughing. The birthday boy stood grinning with his perfectly straight, white teeth.

"You're nothing, and will never be anything but trash."

All Sora saw was red. Screaming erupted with heels clicking loudly against the glossy floors as Sora threw himself on the taunting teenage boy. He balled up his hand and brought it across the boy's face, connecting with a sickening crack. Sora threw punch after punch, his knuckles splitting as he continued pummeling his harasser. Blood was spilling freely and there was no intention of stopping on Sora's part. It would ultimately fall on Gaston's massive arms pulling Sora away from him, flailing and kicking as the burly man headed for the back alley. He threw Sora violently out into the pavement, stopping only when he hit a wall.

"If I ever catch you around here again, I swear I'll kill you! I don't care if Luxord fancies you, I'll fucking do it. Now get lost!"

Gaston slammed the door, the illuminated 'Exit' sign casting an eerie green glow over the alley. Sora sat up against the wall, his hands now in excruciating pain. The knuckles were raw, his clothes stained a dark red and skin sticky with champagne. He looked skywards, his breathing erratic and eyes drooping. He reached into his pocket and brought out Maleficent's Needle. Letting out a sigh, he dropped it into his mouth and swallowed it. It irritated his throat momentarily as it descended, finding its way further into his system.

"Hey."

He froze, yet his insides burned. Sora craned his neck to the side, blue gaze falling on a tall man. Sora's brain was sending signals to every part of his being, telling him to run. But his body wasn't responding. Having Riku standing there with a calm expression on his face was pinning him down harder than Luxord or Gaston could ever do. Sora dug his teeth into his split lip.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Riku shrugged, sending strands of silver over his face. "Attending a party against my will. Believe me, I'd rather be elsewhere."

Sora looked away, his head hanging low. "Sure, whatever you say. Go back in, there's nothing out here for you to worry about."

"I'm not sure about that."

He bent down in front of Sora and reached for his hands. Sora immediately flinched, pulling away in a jerking manner to avoid Riku's touch. But the silver haired teen wasn't having it.

"Your hands are a mess, what happened to you?"

Riku was warm, his long thin fingers felt calming against his ripped skin. Sora found himself unable to pull away. Riku reached into his pocket and pulled out a cloth napkin before tearing it in half. He began to bandage his hands up, tying them off tightly.

"You need to wash them gently with warm water, don't take these off until you do. Dab some peroxide on the cuts after washing them otherwise you might get an infection."

He was holding onto his hands, his lingering touch almost comforting. Sora veered his eyes away, finding the dirty pavement much more interesting to look at.

"I know what to do. This isn't the first time it's happened."

"What? This isn't the first time you've been balled up in the middle of the street or all tore up in some dark alley?"

Sora swerved his head, only to see Riku smiling at him. He didn't respond, his reddening cheeks already giving Riku the answer. The silver haired teen took a firm hold of Sora and lifted him gently to his feet. The brunette was reminded just how short he was in comparison to Riku. His vision blurred for a moment, but he didn't think much of it. Sora took a step forward, away from Riku's casual embrace.

"I'm sorry if I offended you," Riku expressed to Sora's backside, "if it was something I said or something I did, I'm sorry."

Sora didn't detect any sarcasm in his words. There wasn't a cold bite to them, just a simple sense of sincerity. He looked at his bandaged hands, the white cloth bearing stains of blood seeping into them. His vision darkened for a moment, forcing him to shake his head.

"Are you okay?"

The brunette could feel his surroundings beginning to distort. Maleficent's Needle was taking effect. The pain suddenly subsided, the sounds echoing and slowing to a glacial pace. Sora could feel everything floating, his limbs were growing numb. The skies were growing darker, and his body had a desire to fly up to meet them. Sora tumbled backwards into Riku's tall frame, the silver haired teen embracing him as Sora fell. The last thing Sora saw before it all went black was a horrified expression touching Riku's beautiful sea-foam colored eyes.

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