Ahh! It's up! I think that all you fangirls and guys are going to be VERY pleased with this chapter! XD It's 7,083 words long, my longest chapter yet in the entire of my archiving history (thats FIVE YEARS worth of archiving people!!).
There are two songs for this chapter, both by Relient K. The main song is 'Life After Death & Taxes', but there is a 'sub-song' as it were, which is 'Getting Into You'.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy, I just borrow the characters for my own amusement.

Kiss and I Will Surrender

Seven

Life After Death & Taxes
(Getting Into You)

What the hell?! Roxas thought angrily, kicking the waste paper basket with as much strength as his leg could muster. It slammed into the wall with a loud crack and bits of screwed up song attempts littered the carpet. Why was he LOOKING at me like that?! The blonde let out a vicious, frustrated growl, low and guttural in his throat, as he fell against the closed door and closed his eyes in pure aggravation. His breathing was ragged, causing his toned bare chest to heave unevenly, and his blood pulsed behind his eyes.

The image of those wide, questioning cobalt eyes was seemingly imprinted on the inside of his eyelids; he could not escape it, no matter how much he growled or how hard he tried. He felt his knees shaking and slid to the floor before they caused him to collapse, talking nonsense to himself under his breath.

When he had come out of the shower in nothing but his towel, he had been overcome by extreme nervousness as he was subjected to the gaze of Sora's large, crystalline orbs, with their subtle almond shape, and the long black lashes which accentuated the upward curve of the outer corners and gave the blue depths a smoky, hazy expression. It felt like those intense, almost feminine eyes were searing through his wet skin, as they roved up and down his partially exposed body. It was disturbing and intimidating, yet at the same time so unbearably arousing that Roxas had freaked out. Desperately trying to cover his sudden excitement, he had thrown on an boyish expression as he had started talking about the game Sora was playing, and then tried to act nonchalant as he plopped himself down beside the boy. All the while, his heart had been beating so hard it felt like his ribs were going to crack, and he had been thankful that he could blame the sudden alertness of his firm nipples on the movement from a hot shower to a cool living room.

His sitting down had for some reason caused Sora to look away, and Roxas was just fine with that, yet at the same time he wanted to grab the puppy-like face by the chin and force it back to look at him roughly, so that he could once again become absorbed in those cobalt depths. When Sora had finally suggested he go and change, letting Roxas out of the hole he had unconsciously dug himself into, it had taken all his willpower not to bolt into his bedroom. He had forced himself to act casual, as though walking around in a towel in front of Sora was nothing, but as soon as the door had closed and separated him from the brunette's gaze, he had flown into a confused, frustrated rage.

He couldn't deny it any longer. He'd be lying to himself if he said that he didn't find Sora attractive. There was something about him that just reeked of a sex appeal he wasn't sure Sora was even conscious of. While his eyes were wide and almost innocent, the long, soft charcoal lashes which lined them turned them from childish, naive orbs to lust clouded windows into Sora's mind. Roxas knew he was probably fabricating the arousal he had seen in Sora's eyes, but at the time he had been so convinced that he had seen a twinkle of desire, that he had almost given into his crazy desires and jumped the boy.

It didn't help that his tanned skin was as smooth as whipped cream, nor that his chocolate spikes were threaded with subtle sun kissed highlights that made him look like he belonged on a beach in Costa del Sol in a tight wetsuit. The face which held those incredible eyes was slightly rounded, but not childishly so; Sora could use this to his advantage when he wanted to look cute by pouting, but when he set his mouth in a determined, serious line and his perfectly sculpted eyebrows quirked in a light frown as he concentrated on his Playstation game, his face became the sexiest sight Roxas had ever seen, dreamed of or imagined in his entire life.

And these thoughts were exactly why Roxas was contemplating tearing his eyeballs out with his bare fingernails at this moment in time. This is freaking ridiculous! He thought angrily, his fingers clenched in the short golden strands of hair flicking forwards just in front of his ears. We're... we're guys! I'm Roxas Strife! I don't like GUYS! He let out a nervous chuckle by accident. If some of the people he used to hang out with could hear what was going through his jumbled mind right now, they would laugh so hard that their sides would split.

I like women! He growled mentally, but then the image of Sora's eyes travelling languidly up and down his body with his slightly pouting lips parted as if in astonishment flashed through Roxas's brain again, and he snarled heatedly.

"Roxas?" He turned to ice as the youthful voice of the brunette boy (beauty) drifted through the door. "You okay in there?"

Damn. I can't just sit in here all day and avoid him! He thought as he pulled himself up and started to search for clothes. "I'm fine, I just knocked something over!" he called back to Sora, rummaging frantically through his dresser for underwear.

"Do you need any help?"

Roxas paused half way through pulling up his boxers as an extremely dirty and inappropriate image crossed his mind. He shook his head vehemently as if trying to dislodge the thought from his very brain matter. Yep, I need help; the kind where they lock me in a padded cell. "No, I'm fine thanks!" he called, feeling anything but as he tried to keep his voice even.

"Okay, if you're sure... hurry up though, I wanna have a go on that new Soul Calibur game you've got."

Sora's footsteps drifted away, and Roxas let out a sigh of relief, pulling his boxers the rest of the way up before searching for his favourite black denim shorts that he liked to wear when he was skating. He found them under his bed and pulled them on, noticing that he needed a belt to keep them on his hips now. Had he lost weight? He glanced to the side to look at himself in the mirror on the vanity table. His ribs were a dark bruised purple from the scuffles of the previous night, and definitely looked more prominent. That wasn't good; he'd already been too skinny to begin with. Maybe he should start working out more...

Now acutely self conscious of his thinness, he pulled a baggy sweater over his head which hid his shape suitably, and then proceeded to fiddle with his spiky blonde locks, twisting bits and parting it in different ways, before giving up and proceeding into the living room, where Sora was reading the game pamphlet in order to try and tide himself over while he waited for Roxas to dress. The puppy-like brunette looked up from reading about the new characters that had been added to observe Roxas with those penetrating crystal eyes, and the faintest pink tinge rose to his cheeks before he turned to look at the television, where the Start Screen was displayed and waiting for Roxas to sign on as player two.

They played happily enough for a while, although Sora turned out to be absolutely abysmal at beat-em-up games, and soon enough Roxas felt his troubles easing somewhat as he played games with his friend. He was relieved that his secret lust wasn't detracting from their enjoyment of each other's company, because in terms of personality they seemed to compliment each other perfectly. Sora made up for Roxas's lack of noise, and Roxas made up for Sora's distinct lack of common sense, among other things. Roxas was sure he wasn't the only one who felt charmed by Sora's puppy dog smiles and infectious bouts of giggling either.

Sora was half way through a complaint about how Roxas was beating him yet again, when he suddenly fell silent, and there was a flump next to Roxas. The blonde looked away from the game quickly and saw that Sora had once again been overcome by a spell of narcolepsy; the brunette was snoozing peacefully on the white carpet, his usually overly excited and animated features relaxed to reveal that once you got past the cuteness, Sora was actually a very handsome boy. What looked like puppy fat when he smiled was actually dimples, which had smoothed now into a well angled face without a single spot or blemish marring the tan skin. His thick dark lashes formed sooty crescent moons on his high cheekbones, and a dusty pink flush stained his cheeks.

Before Roxas could stop and think logically, he found himself pausing the forgotten game and crawling over to the sleeping boy to look at him more closely. The blonde singer hovered over the slumbering form of Sora, supporting himself on his arms, just letting himself enjoy the view now that nobody could catch him doing it. He found his gaze being drawn to Sora's lips, which even in sleep were drawn into a soft pout. Rather than making him look cute though, this pout made him look... sexy. The adjective crossed Roxas's mind easily, and though he found himself mentally blushing and scolding himself for thinking of Sora in such a way, he was surprised at how easily the description fit Sora when he was like this.

Roxas's gaze roved lower, and he noticed that Sora's t-shirt had ridden up to reveal a toned, tan stomach. It was evident that Sora worked out; from the distinct lines of definition Roxas could see in his abdomen, which were bordering on a six pack but not quite. The blonde plucked up some courage, and reached out to splay his pale hand over Sora's tummy, marvelling at how warm the skin was as he let his eyes continue to wander. He admired the brunette's arms, which were slim but muscular; his hands were large but delicately boned.

The brunette sighed in his sleep, and Roxas flinched, rapidly withdrawing the hand that had been laid on Sora's stomach. When the art student continued to sleep, licking his lips slightly as he dreamed, Roxas returned his gaze to that enticing mouth. He wondered if Sora's lips were as soft as they looked. His curiosity getting the better of him, Roxas reached out and traced his guitar-calloused finger over the outline of the pink lips, admiring how perfectly curved they were, and then brushed the pad of his thumb gently over the lips themselves. The skin there felt like purest satin as his thumb glided easily over the surface, and when he applied faint pressure, he found how firm they were, giving only a little bit under his exploring digit.

He swallowed; blood was rapidly rushing to his lower regions now, and it seemed to be making his actions bolder, because now he found himself wondering if he could get away with a quick kiss. His face hovered mere inches above Sora's peacefully sleeping one, whilst the blonde worried his lower lip with his teeth as he debated inwardly.

It's just one kiss... he doesn't even have to know...

Sora's tongue flicked out to moisten his lips in his sleep again, and Roxas found himself suppressing a groan he usually reserved for when he was in the heat of the moment with a girl. That simple, innocent action had caused his shorts to become uncomfortably tight now.

What the heck, I'm going to hell anyway.

His mind made up, Roxas decided to act before he chickened out. Keeping one eye trained on Sora's expression in order to be ready in case Sora decided to wake up, Roxas slowly flexed his arms and started to lower himself over Sora. Their lips were only a centimetre or so apart when the blonde gave pause. He could feel Sora's soft breathing against his own lips, warm and enticing. Taking one last look to make sure that Sora absolutely wasn't going to wake up at any moment, Roxas's cerulean eyes fluttered shut, and he closed the distance between their lips.

If he had thought Sora's lips were soft when he touched them with his fingers, they were nothing compared to how it felt to brush his own mouth against them. Roxas's heart was beating like a drum in his ears as he brushed tiny, delicate kisses across Sora's lower lip that were more like whispers of touch in his nervousness; their mouths glided against each other smoothly, satin on satin. He was spurred on by his own unexplainable desires, and encouraged by the notion that it just felt so right to be doing this, even if Sora wasn't awake to reciprocate.

Clearly, Roxas had spoken too soon though, for as soon as this thought crossed his mind, he felt the toned body beneath his start to stir, and the lips he was kissing moved in sleepy murmurs as Sora started to wake up. Roxas had never moved so fast in his life; by the time Sora's eyes were open, the blonde had darted into the kitchen, his pale face burning up and his pulsing raging through his veins.

Sora looked about, confused. The game that he and Roxas had been playing had been paused, and Roxas was nowhere to be seen. The brunette scratched his head, and tried to recall the dream he had been having before he woke up. He was pretty sure it had involved Roxas in some way... memories of a tingling sensation against his lips were flitting in the back of his mind...

Oh god, was I dreaming of kissing Roxas?!

Sora put his head in his hands. He had to get over this silly infatuation, and quick, because unrequited desire was not something he was willing to experience any time soon.

"Reno! Axel! Get your lazy arses out here and shift some crates!" Xion stood impatiently in the hallway, her hands on her hips, tapping her Doc Marten clad foot on the linoleum floor with growing irritation. There were two exasperated groans from within flat 707, and then two red heads slunk out to join her, wearing identical expressions on their tired faces. Axel had only woken up a few hours ago after an all night bender in the biggest club in Midgar, and Reno had just returned from work having been out the night before as well, and both were feeling distinctly inhuman. As matching sets of tourmaline green eyes glared at her with something close to venom, Xion found herself wondering not for the first time if the two were actually related more closely than cousins. They could have passed for identical twins if they wanted. The only ways to tell them apart were their hairstyles and their tattoos. While Axel's hair was gelled into long crazy spikes that reached down to just below his shoulders, Reno wore his hair softly in a long, low ponytail that skimmed his waist, and while Axel had small crimson diamonds tattooed under his eyes, Reno had scarlet slashes skimming diagonally along his cheekbones.

The cousins reluctantly started to pick up crates and move them into the flat. There had to be at least ten crates, all of which had twenty-four cans of beer each in them. Xion did the math quickly in her head and worked out that they had 240 cans of beer to get through tonight, as well as several bottles of vodka and tequila. Xion always prepared well for parties, and this paid off, because her flat was now the central meeting point for her band and circle of friends, as well as the place everyone went whenever they wanted to have a good time.

"Hey Xion, what's going on?" The black haired musician turned to see her girly flatmate coming out of the elevator, her tall, silver haired boyfriend in tow.

"Hey Kairi, Riku, I'm just getting the redheads to move all this beer in. Lil ol' me couldn't do it alone." There was a loud, poignant scoff from the flat, to which Xion replied with a particularly colourful insult without missing a beat, before continuing her conversation with Kairi. "So how many people have you invited? Just to get an idea on numbers, you know?"

Kairi started counting them off on her fingers. "Well, there's me and Riku, Sora, Roxas, Cloud and Zack so far. I think Zack is going to ask his girlfriend if she is coming too and Sora was going to ask Tidus. So at least six people at the moment."

Reno had re-emerged into the hallway; he was still wearing his black suit that was part of his work uniform, the white shirt untucked and loose, and his tie poking out of his blazer pocket rather than around his neck where it should have been. "Did you say Cloud and Zack?" he asked now, wiping his jade eyes blearily and running his fingers through his fluffy bangs in an effort to reenergise himself. "As in, Cloud Strife and Zack Fair?"

Kairi nodded, gasping as something occurred to her. "Oh yeah, I forgot that you would already know them, seeing as you and Rude work with them! Where is Rude, by the way?"

"You know old baldy," Xion replied as they made their way into the flat, which had been cleaned in preparation for the party that was due to start in the next hour or so. "He's working as usual. Said something about doing some paperwork... he'll be over later though for the poker, you can count on it."

The flat itself consisted of four rooms; the main living area, two bedrooms and a bathroom. In the main area, the central point was the large window which overlooked the river. Underneath this window, a table and benches had been erected, hand built by Xion when she was bored, forming a sort of booth. By the door into the hallway, there was a vintage 1950's refrigerator that worked perfectly and had plenty of space for storing beer, and a kitchen counter with a cooker and sink. The bedrooms were opposite sides of the main living area, and the bathroom stood opposite the kitchen area. There was plenty of floor space in all the rooms for people to crash if they were too tired or too drunk to go home.

Kairi and Riku vanished into the redhead's bedroom briefly to dump their things and then sat down at the table with Reno, Axel and Xion. Kairi absently reminded Xion to pull down her skirt, a force of habit since she had been saying it since the day she met the raven haired rock chick. Xion was wearing her usual ensemble, which consisted of a very short red tartan miniskirt, a black baby tee and knee high Doc Marten's, with a studded black choker and heavy punk make up to accessorize. At Kairi's comment, she rolled her eyes but yanked her skirt down a bit over her pale, fishnet enclosed thighs.

"So I've got all the alcohol sorted," Xion stated, grabbing a notepad that was on the table and ticking off something on a list she had made. "How is music coming along, Axel?"

The redhead had a laptop set up on the table, and was clicking and scrolling rapidly, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. "I'm still working on the playlist; I'm about halfway through your music library at the moment."

Xion nodded. "Well, you can keep adding stuff as we play the playlist if you're still doing it when the party kicks off. Reno, where did you put all the sleeping bags?"

The other redhead yawned openly and rubbed his eyes. "Up in the loft, like I do every time you decide to have a party."

Satisfied, Xion ticked off another item on her list. She looked up at Riku and Kairi next. "Did you bring all the paper cups I asked you to?"

It was Riku who nodded and replied, "Yes, they're in Kairi's room. We bought a few jumbo packs of coke and lemonade too, in case you needed mixers."

"I hadn't thought of that, nice call," Xion muttered, scribbling on her note pad with intense concentration. She took her parties very seriously.

"Yeah, well, you usually just drink liquor straight, so you wouldn't think of that," Reno muttered, earning himself a smack round the head with the notebook.

About an hour later, the guests started to arrive. Most of them were people from the music scene, such as other bands and some roadies, but there were a few of Reno's work friends from ShinRa there too, as well as one or two of Kairi's office friends. Sora and Roxas arrived about twenty minutes after the stated starting time, admiring the party as they greeted people they knew and took their coats off.

Sora was wearing a casual short sleeved shirt that was the exact same colour blue as his eyes, a deep cobalt colour that set off his tanned skin and chocolate locks perfectly. He had chosen to wear loose black faded jeans and smart black trainers that had cobalt blue laces, and was wearing a single thick silver chain around his neck. He appeared to have gotten hold of some make up, because his bruises and cuts appeared diminished and nowhere near as painful looking as they had been that morning.

Roxas was a vision in black leather, making his cerulean eyes stand out considerably; his pants were tight but not like a second skin, showing off his long, well shaped legs and firm butt (for those that were looking), and he wore a simple white t-shirt under his black leather jacket. He was wearing his usual gothic jewellery, and his hair looked extra spiky, suggesting that he had run some gel through it. The bruise on his face also appeared to have been covered up.

Xion whistled when the two walked through the door and leaned over to whisper in Kairi's ear. "Damn, Sora looks good tonight! And is that Roxas with him?"

"Yeah, they both look great, don't they?" Kairi replied a little wistfully. She hadn't realised until then how good looking her best friend actually was.

"They kind of look like a pair though," Riku commented, taking a gulp of his beer. "I mean, you wouldn't think that they only met yesterday. They look really comfortable with each other."

"They're not gay, are they?" Xion asked, dreading the answer as she took in the toned stomach visible through Roxas's tight t-shirt.

Kairi burst out laughing. "Unless he's very much stuck in the closet, I know that Sora likes girls. He had more girlfriend's in high school than I can count on my hands."

"And I can definitely say, hand on heart, that I know Roxas likes girls, else he wouldn't eye up every female he sees," Riku said also laughing. "But I can see why you had cause for concern, they do seem almost like a couple."

"You want a drink?" Roxas asked, touching Sora's arm as he leant in to talk in the brunette's ear. Ever since his stolen kiss with the sleeping Sora, Roxas had been on edge, wondering if the boy suspected what had happened. And now that Sora was dressed up in clothes that made Roxas ache to take them off again, it was becoming increasingly difficult to act normally around the chocolate haired boy.

Sora shivered as Roxas's breath ghosted across his neck as the boy spoke in his ear. Since waking up from his dream of kissing the blonde, Sora had been a nervous wreck around the boy. He wasn't sure why, but he could sense that Roxas was also tense. The friction between them was so great he was surprised that sparks weren't flying.

"A beer would be great," he replied to Roxas's question, and the blonde gave him a simple smile which knocked him for six nonetheless, and made his way over to the kitchen counter where beer had been lined up, as well as vodka, tequila, absinthe and several other lethal looking spirits. There were cups and mixing drinks, and plates of nibbles like chips and cocktail sausages. Soft rock was playing the background, loud enough that everyone could hear it but not so loud that people had to raise their voices to be heard. There were about fifteen people crowded into the flat, all intermingling and chattering for now before the really wild stuff like strip poke began.

Roxas grabbed two beers and brought one back to Sora, who had been approached by Kairi and Riku and was chatting animatedly with them. Riku grinned and nodded at Roxas as the blonde approached them, giving his band mate's hair a ruffle as he knew it irritated Roxas to no end.

"No, Tidus had to go to blitzball practice tonight," Sora was saying disappointedly to Kairi. "Thanks Roxas," he beamed as the blonde passed him his drink. Roxas returned the grin but then looked away, feeling his stomach do a somersault.

"That's a shame, he's always a laugh at parties," Kairi replied to Sora, sipping on an alcopop. Everyone eyed her warily as she drank, waiting for the inevitable tipsy giggles to start.

"You gonna introduce us or what?" They all turned to see Xion and her redhead band mates stood there, all clad in gothic leather and tartan. Xion had a Vivienne Westwood ring on one finger, and it gleamed in the light as she necked some of her drink.

"Oh of course, you haven't met Roxas," Kairi said. Sora had already met Xion and her band mates, as he spent a lot of time over at the flat visiting Kairi, and Xion's band were always hanging around in 707. "Roxas, this is Xion, Reno, and Axel. They're all part of the band, The Nobodies."

Roxas nodded as he shook everyone's hand in turn. "I've seen you guys at some of the gigs, you're pretty good from what I've seen."

"Xion's voice is so awesome!" Kairi squealed, bouncing on the spot and clapping her hands. Xion rolled her eyes but slung her arm around Kairi's shoulder affectionately.

"Where's your drummer then?" Roxas asked the redheads, who were standing in identical poses and swigging from beers in unison. "That bald guy?"

"Oh, Rude is working late at ShinRa, he'll be over later," Reno answered. "You're Cloud's little brother, right?"

Roxas nodded. "Yeah, he is, do you know him?"

"I work with the guy, and Zack too. They're pretty decent guys, and awesome musicians from what I've seen of your band."

"What was it that you played again, guys?" Sora interjected, wanting to get in on the conversation too.

"Reno plays lead guitar, I play bass," Axel responded, the first thing he had said all night. "Got it memorized now, shorty?" He playfully punched Sora's shoulder, causing the boy to wince.

"What happened to you two anyways?" Reno asked, eyeing the bruises and cuts that the boys had attempted to cover up. "Did ya fall down a well or something, yo?"

"Very funny, if you're a bodyguard of Rufus ShinRa then you of all people would know that Seifer was out and about last night," Roxas responded. A knowing look crossed Reno's face and he bared his teeth in anger, not directed at Roxas but at the mention of Seifer's name.

"So that dirt bag is still showing his face after the beating we gave him two months ago?" Reno snarled, cracking his knuckles loudly and causing some of the other guests to look over in alarm.

"Calm down cuz," Axel sighed, putting a hand on Reno's shoulder. "We'll get him later, yo? Anyway, I'm sure Fair and Strife are already forming a plan for revenge."

"Speaking of old Spiky and Wolf, they just arrived," Riku commented before moving away to get another drink.

Roxas didn't have time to turn around as he was caught from behind by two tanned, strong arms and pulled into a bear hug that made his ribs protest painfully. "Zack! Watch the ribs!" he choked, and was immediately released.

"Whoops, sorry little buddy!" the sable-haired bassist replied, giving his infamous puppy dog face as a way of seeking forgiveness. Cloud reached forward and ruffled his brother's hair.

"You're the second person to do that tonight and it's getting on my nerves," Roxas growled, reaching up to adjust his hair back into it's pristine spikes.

"I might as well have a go too then," Zack said, and mussed up the spikes even more.

"I'll kick you in the balls, Fair."

"Too bad I got balls of steel then, ain't it Roxy?"

Zack and Cloud were the last of the guests to arrive. It turned out that Aerith had opted out, when Sora had asked where she was.

"Aerith isn't much of a party goer," Zack said as he mixed himself a vodka with coke, which was more vodka than soft drink. Sora could see what the raven haired man meant. Aerith had come across as very quiet, the type of person who preferred a night in with a movie or a book over wild partying until the early hours.

He and Roxas circulated the party, meeting all the other guests. Kairi had invited three people from the office she worked in, two of which Sora already knew, Naminé and Olette. Roxas realised that they were the blonde and brunette that had been in some of the photos on Sora's desk. It turned out that Naminé was Kairi's cousin, which explained their similarities in terms of looks. But they were completely different when it came to personality. While Kairi was hyper, extrovert and lacking in common sense, Naminé was quiet, sensible and shy. Olette was the girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to Aerith, but when asked if they were related, she said she had never heard of an Aerith Gainsborough before, let alone been related to one.

The other person Kairi had invited from work was her gay best friend (or GBF as she liked to call him), Marluxia. He was extremely tall, almost taller than Zack, with long, flowing pink hair and a penchant for flowers. It was clear why he and Kairi got along so well, they were both as hyper and scatty as each other.

Xion had invited some fellow musicians, as well as one of The Nobodies' most dedicated roadies, Selphie. Selphie was a pretty girl with mousy brown hair that flicked out at the ends, and she seemed to be absolutely head over heels in love with Xion, whether with romantic feelings included or not, nobody was sure. She had been to every single gig of Xion's without fail since the band was established about a year ago, but rather than being a nuisance to the band, she had ended up becoming one of their firm friends. She got on well with Kairi and Sora too, having gone to the same high school as them.

The two musicians Xion had invited tended to stick to themselves. They were part of a band that was steadily rising through the ranks in the music industry, Knives and Mind Games. Larxene, the lead singer, was a short blonde with a strange obsession for sharp or electrocuted items, but she was nice enough once you got past her shell. Her band mate, Zexion, was probably the epitome of emo, with his blue-grey hair pulled forward into a large fringe that covered one mysterious eye. He generally stayed quiet, throughout the conversations, grunting if he was spoken to and very rarely adding his own input.

Sora and Roxas were just being introduced to one of Reno's work mates, Cissnei, a pretty girl with curly ginger hair, when Xion jumped up on the table and announced that Spin the Bottle was about to begin, before demanding that everyone sit down in a circle while she found an empty bottle that hadn't yet been smashed for Larxene's amusement.

Separating for the first time that night, Roxas and Sora sat down with their own friends, Sora being with Kairi, Olette and Naminé, whilst Roxas sat with his band. The two boys were sat opposite each other in the huge circle, so they could still chat and wave to each other. Zack was bouncing up and down excitedly and Marluxia looked fit to burst at all the gorgeous men he could potentially end up kissing thanks to this game.

"Sora, you said you brought pocky?" Xion asked as she stepped into the middle and placed an empty vodka bottle on the floor. Sora nodded, and she continued, "Can you get it out? I want to use it for forfeits."

Sora leaned back and grabbed his rucksack where it rested against the wall, rummaging through it until he found the pack of strawberry pocky. He handed it to Xion, who grinned evilly, making Sora shiver. Her mischievous intentions were unmasked and extremely evident in her dark blue eyes. "Thanks Sora, this is going to make the game pretty interesting."

She walked back to the centre of the circle and clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. When Zack didn't stop talking, she kicked him sharply with her Doc Marten. He didn't seem fazed by the attack, but shut up nonetheless.

"Okay, before the kissing starts I want to lay down some ground rules so that nobody gets confused," Xion said, casting her eyes around her at the faces which looked up at her, some looking excited and some looking like they really wanted to be somewhere else. "First off, this ain't truth or dare. Either you kiss the person, or you do a forfeit, simple as that. If you've already kissed the person once before, you have to kiss them open mouthed. Twice before, tongues for ten seconds. After that, its tongues for twenty seconds, thirty seconds, et cetera, you get the idea."

Sora was relieved that Xion wasn't including the rule she had used last time, which was that if you ended up with a person more than six times you had to start taking each other's clothes off, one item each every time the bottle paired you up. The black rock chick continued.

"Secondly, you can choose to not kiss someone, but then you have to do a forfeit. A first offense is downing a double shot of absinthe-" everyone grimaced at this, "-and a second offense is to play the pocky game with someone of my choice. After that, it's stripping."

Sora groaned. He should have known she would work stripping into the game somehow, not that she had a lot of flesh left to reveal in the mini skirt she was wearing. Maybe that was why she was so comfortable with stripping off in front of people – her clothes didn't leave much to the imagination anyway.

"My final rule," Xion was saying, "Is that you cannot use being in a relationship as an excuse not to kiss someone. That means you three, Kairi, Riku and Zack! If you don't like it, go home! Or to your room, if you live here."

Kairi rolled her eyes, as did Zack and Riku. Xion took her place between Axel and Reno (strategically arranging her skirt when Kairi told her to stop showing the world her panties), and set the game in motion by spinning first. The sounds of the bottle spinning around on the linoleum floor echoed inside the glass as the neck of the bottle circled, choosing its prey. When it landed on Marluxia, everyone burst into hysterics at the face he made.

"And here I thought I'd be getting some man tushy this evening," he proclaimed dramatically, but he crawled into the centre of the circle with Xion and shared a brief kiss. Everyone hooted and cat called, and Reno made a comment about Xion being so tomboyish that she counted as male anyway, which earned him a kick in the face when she broke the kiss.

The game progressed with interesting couplings; Axel and Larxene kissed each other so briefly that they were forced to repeat the action to prove that they had kissed, and Reno and Cloud shared a kiss that was so surprisingly sensual that people were openly gawking, and Marluxia was positively drooling. Roxas was the only person who looked anything but aroused, the sight of his own brother kissing anyone being remotely disturbing for him. Zack ended up kissing Cissnei, the ginger girl that he, Reno and Cloud worked with, and it was evident when Cissnei crawled back to her place afterwards that she had just fulfilled something close to a life long dream. Her eyes were distant and clouded with happiness, and her face was so red she could have been mistaken for a pillar box.

When it came to Roxas's turn to spin, Sora found himself leaning forward unconsciously, unable to hide his blatant interest in who Roxas would be paired up with. The bottle spun quickly as Roxas twisted it with a deft motion of his wrist, a blur of transparent glass at first before it started to slow. As it started to slow, Sora felt in the pit of his stomach that it was going to land on him, but to his relief (and at the same time, complete and utter dismay), it passed him and landed on Naminé.

The two blondes crawled into the centre, and Roxas kissed Naminé boldly, unafraid, angling his head so that their lips were in full contact. Despite his growing attraction to Roxas, Sora wasn't jealous of Naminé. He had played this game too many times to be angry at the bottle's choices. Instead, he found himself staring with wide eyes at Roxas, finding the view extremely erotic as Roxas's lips brushed against Naminé's, his cerulean eyes closed as he concentrated. They broke after a few seconds, the blonde girl blushing profusely, and moved back to their seats as people cat called.

The game continued, resulting in more interesting pairings. Riku and Selphie kissed, which Kairi and Sora found hilarious because Selphie had had a crush on Riku ever since she saw him on a bus when she was a sophomore, and now that she was fulfilling her crush, her face was turning from red to blue to green to white in her nervousness. She broke the kiss after a few seconds, and rushed off to the bathroom to puke her guts up, indicating that either she had drunk too much or Riku's kissing was repulsive (which Kairi assured him was not the case).

When Cloud shared a kiss with Zack that was equally as erotic as the one he had shared with Reno, everyone agreed that Cloud kissing anybody was probably going to be a sexual sight, although Roxas looked about ready to join Selphie to puke his guts up at the sight of his brother kissing yet again. When Larxene spun, she and Zexion shared a quick kiss, looking relieved that they were able to keep it within their circle, but then when it was Zexion's turn to spin and he got Marluxia (who looked like he was going to go into orbit at any moment), that relief quickly turned to horror.

Eventually, it was Sora's turn. He reached forward and spun the vodka bottle, its echoing sound reverberating on the linoleum. And, as though fate had sensed his disappointment last time, the bottle fell on Roxas. Cloud paled and excused himself to 'check on Selphie' as he put it, and Roxas turned an interesting shade of green. Does he find the idea of kissing me THAT repulsive? Sora thought with an air of sadness as the two boys crawled into the middle. Little did he know that Roxas had turned green because he was so nervous about kissing Sora when he was awake this time.

They avoided each other's eyes as they neared each other, sporting matching blushes at the encouraging shouts from Zack and Reno. Not wanting to prolong their nerves and suffering (anticipation), the two boys swiftly pressed their lips together, changing their whole perspective on life forever.

Oh… my god, Sora thought as their lips moved against each other, soft mouth to soft mouth. This feels… so right… He gasped when Roxas increased the pressure of his lips, turning it into an open mouthed kiss. People starting hooting and wolf whistling, but the sounds were muffled and distorted, like background noise to Sora, because Roxas caught his lower lip between his teeth and dragged his incisors teasingly over the sensitive skin, eliciting another gasp from the brunette. Sora unconsciously lifted his hand and weaved his fingers into Roxas's blonde locks at the base of his scalp, discovering that his hair was incredibly soft and fine, like spun silk in his fingers. The brunette was quickly losing all reservations he had had, and now ran his tongue across Roxas's lower lip eagerly.

Xion, however, spoiled the fun. "Alright, break it up now! Get a room later you guys!" The two blushed harder than they had ever blushed in their lives and crawled back to their seats. Sora found his stomach sinking as they continued to play; Roxas was avoiding his gaze adamantly, purposely looking anywhere but into the brunette's questioning eyes. Inwardly, he sighed. Roxas had probably just been caught up in the moment. Like Sora had told himself many times, there was no way that Roxas would be attracted to him.

And I shouldn't be attracted to Roxas either! He thought irritably.

But the party had only just gotten started, as they were soon to find out…

To be continued...
MUHAHAHA I am SO EVIL!! BUT I gave you all some much needed fanservice, and lots of it, so I hope you enjoyed it! (I certainly did XD)
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