AN: I was really impressed with the response to the first chapter, so here's part two for you.

I'm glad Sora decided to leave when he did – I had to get up for work the next morning. Just because he could afford to pay his university fees didn't mean I could. So, every Saturday I worked in a coffee shop in town. It didn't pay a lot, but it helped.

Unusually, it was nearly empty in the café – hardly any customers came in all day. Perhaps the rain was keeping people at home. I spent the majority of the day staring out of the window, watching the cars go by.

The bell over the door rang, alerting me that someone had just entered. I looked up, only to see the man from the club last night. In the daylight, his hair looked unnaturally red, and he had the greenest eyes I'd ever seen. I decided not to refer to the previous night – I wasn't even certain he'd recognised me.

"Riku, is it?"

I knew without checking that I wasn't wearing my name badge, seeing as I hadn't been able to find it that morning. Sora must have told him when they were dancing. I nodded. He obviously had recognised me.

"Your little friend told me I could find you here."

"And why are you looking?" My voice seemed to be working of its own accord. That wasn't what I'd intended to say.

"Look at it this way – a guy comes up to you and kisses you. You've never seen him before. Wouldn't you be intrigued?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Not even a squeak. Though a squeak would probably have been even more embarrassing than silence.

"Was it really a dare, Riku?"

The way he said my name was so sexy – no-one had ever made it sound quite like that before.

"Yes…"

He smirked. It wasn't the same expression Sora gets when he's plotting something, but that glint in the eyes was definitely there.

"Then I dare you to get over here and do it again." He sat on one of the tables, obviously waiting for me to go over there. And like a moth drawn to a flame, I did. I walked over to him, slowly, wondering if he really did want me to kiss him. But the reaction when my lips brushed against his was all the answer I needed. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer to him. The kiss was more gentle than last night, but no less passionate for it. One of my hands reached up to play with his hair, which was surprisingly soft, considering how spiky it looked. My other hand simply rested on his shoulder. When we broke apart, we were both gasping for breath.

"Well, now what?"

"Normally, I'd ask if you wanted to go get coffee, but that's not really a good idea. So… how about we get something to eat instead?"

I pretended to think about it. I didn't really need to – the answer was obvious.

"Sounds good to me."

"Your friend also told me that you get out of work at five, so I guess you're almost finished here."

I checked the time on my watch. The last few minutes (well, since he'd arrived) had gone by really quickly.

"Just let me tidy up, then we can go."

That's when, for some unknown reason, I realised that I still didn't know anything about him. Absolutely nothing at all.

"Are you ever going to tell me your name?"

He laughed. "I thought you'd have asked before now. It's Axel."

I don't think I've ever cleaned up the counter so quickly – all I wanted was to get out of there, to go with him. Crazy? Maybe. But there was something about him I just couldn't resist.

Luckily, the rain had eased off by the time we left – I had to walk home later and didn't want to get soaking wet in the process. Axel led the way down the road and into a tiny restaurant I'd never even noticed before. He clearly knew the staff, as they all seemed to appear when we entered. I perused the menu while he chatted to them. I'm pretty sure they were talking about me, since I heard my name mentioned once or twice. However, when I looked up, having decided what I wanted, a bubbly blond kid came bouncing over to take my order, and pushed Axel into a chair opposite me as he did so.

During the meal, we actually talked, which wasn't something we'd actually done up until that point. I found out he was a year older than me – just turned twenty-one, and lots of other things. In turn, I told him about me and what I was doing.

I found myself studying him closely, and he was doing the same to me. When our eyes met, his expression was unmistakable – it was lust, and I was feeling the same way. He threw some money on the table, shouted goodbye and practically threw me out of there. I found myself pressed against the wall, kissing him frantically. His hands were sliding under my shirt, and it was a sign of how desperately I wanted him that I didn't stop him, didn't tell him we should go somewhere more private. We were in that small alleyway just outside his friends' restaurant, in full view of anyone who walked past. Not exactly where I'd have chosen to do something like this. I think he realised then, what we were about to do and where we were, because he pulled back, straightening my shirt.

"Perhaps we should go somewhere else."

"I think so."

He headed over to the motorbike that was parked in the corner, out of the way. I have to admit, I was nervous. I'd never been on a bike before, and he could tell.

"Here." He handed me his helmet, while he started the engine.

"Aren't you going to wear a helmet?"

"I've only got one. You have it."

I struggled with it, until he took it from me, placing it on my head and tightening the straps. I clambered clumsily behind him onto the bike, and wondered where to put my hands. He just laughed, and placed them round his waist.

"You have to hold onto me."

The journey to his place was only short, but it seemed to take forever. Partly because I was afraid of the bike, and partly because I wanted him so much and had to wait. I was actually shaking by the time we arrived, and he thought it was funny.

"You'll get used to it."

Would I? That implied I was going to be spending a lot of time with him. I wanted that, definitely, but did he? It seemed like it.

I followed him into the building, and then into the lift. He just had to live on the top floor, didn't he? Not that I had anything to complain about, when his lips collided with mine yet again. We managed not to do anything more until we were in his flat, at which point he practically pounced on me. I didn't care; I was happy for him to do anything he wanted by then. Hands tugged at clothes, trying to remove them. One of us had enough presence of mind to suggest we move to the bedroom, which might be more comfortable than the hallway, but it took far longer to get there than it should have done.

Our clothes were probably scattered all over the place – by the time we reached the bedroom, we were both down to just our boxers. He pushed me onto the bed, crawling up over my body, with a very predatory look on his face. Until then, I hadn't been nervous – I'd wanted him too much to think about what was actually involved. But now, even though I still wanted him, I'd started to worry. It must have shown on my face, because he just lay down next to me, stroking my hair back with one hand.

"Not done this before?"

"No…" I paused, unsure of myself.

"Not with another guy, you mean."

He'd figured it out, really rather quickly.

"I don't usually go this far on a first date, so…"

Some people might not have liked what that implied – he'd done this before. As for me, I was relieved. It meant one of us knew what to do, because I sure as hell didn't. I kissed him, again. We seemed to be doing that a lot. It had the effect I wanted, though – it stopped my mind thinking about how this was going to work, and just let my body get on with it. At least my body knew what felt good.

AN: There's one more chapter to this - the more reviews I get, the faster I'll post it.