Not such a long chapter this week, it's only 6,150 words long. I can't concentrate very well, I am suffering from insomnia and haven't slept since Sunday -.-
Some actual PLOT development in this chapter :O You may like it, you may not. Either way, something big's gonna happen.
The song this week is another All Time Low song, "Weightless".

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy VII. Boohoo.

Kiss and I Will Surrender

Nine

Weightless

"I like comedy better than horror myself, do you like comedy Sora, I really like funny movies, they make me laugh and horror just gives me nightmares, but I have already seen most of these movies, I don't know, I really want to watch Superbad again but I really wanted to see something new today, this is hard, what do you think Sora, no put down Underworld, I do not want to see a movie about vampires today, what do you think we should get Riku, just make sure you pick a comedy, I am in the mood for a comedy today…"

"Kairi, just shut up and pick a damn movie already," Sora muttered through clenched teeth. They had been stood in the video store for at least thirty minutes now, and Kairi wasn't any closer to choosing what she wanted to watch. Initially she had said she wanted to watch a romance, but none of the titles had been to her liking and her preferences had changed at least six times, from romance to drama, and then onto comedy, then back to romance, and so forth. Needless to say, Sora and Riku were the embodiment of twitching eyebrows and clenched fists.

Sora had awoken on the hard linoleum floor of Kairi and Xion's kitchen with a pounding headache and sore, swollen lips. It had taken him a few minutes to first of all realise where he was, secondly notice who he was sleeping next to, and thirdly remember his shenanigans of the previous night. He had rolled over with a groan, his back aching from the uncomfortable night's sleep, to come face to face with a gently snoozing Roxas. The singer's honey coloured hair fell softly in his face, which was uncharacteristically smooth and expressionless. Normally Roxas had a troubled or angst-ridden expression on his face, so it was interesting to see it in such a relaxed state.

Sora lay there for a few minutes, his eyes half-lidded, just enjoying the view. Roxas had a surprisingly feminine face. His eyebrows were narrow and arched sharply, as though they had been shaped professionally (they probably had been), and his golden lashes were very long as they rested on his cheekbones like dusty yellow feathers. His lips were a soft pink, and were pursed in a pout as he slept, bringing some youth to the face which was normally so serious and intense.

Sora churned over his feelings as he watched Roxas sleep. He had to admit, he was kicking himself for breaking the kiss off, but he was so confused by the emotions that were raging inside of him that he didn't want to think that his judgement had been clouded, should anything more have happened. He sensed that Roxas was in a similar predicament.

He really didn't know how he felt right now; his logic screamed at him to stop this silliness, but his heart practically ached with near yearning every time he was near Roxas, or thought of him. It wouldn't have been so bad if he had expressed a desire for men in the past, but this was a real first for him. He couldn't say at this point whether he was bisexual or if Roxas was just a strange anomaly.

He had resolved after thinking it over for a while that he would let it play out for now, but wouldn't actively seek intimate company with the singer. Sora had always been a firm believer in concepts such as destiny and soul mates – while he didn't know if his connection to Roxas was as strong as the red string of fate, he felt certain that any higher being that existed had intended for he and Roxas to meet. He just naturally gravitated towards Roxas; he was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Call it dramatic, but that was how he felt. And so he believed, that if they were really destined to be more intimate than friends, it would happen without him forcing it.

Everyone had eventually arisen and helped to clean up the apartment, drifting out in twos and threes to go home and pass out again. Roxas had left with his brother, saying that they were going to practice some guitar solos he had been having problems with in the studio because of his wrist. It was the first time that Sora had been separated from the blonde since he had met him two days ago (had it really only been two days?), and he felt distinctly lonely without Roxas at his side. They got on so well, and looked so alike, that it was hard to believe that they weren't twins, or brothers at the very least.

Kairi had suggested that they spend the day at Sora's. They all felt like lazing about with a movie and pizza, so they agreed and she, Riku and Sora had all bundled into Riku's camper van and headed over to sector six where Sora lived. Sector six was a fairly wealthy part of Midgar, with several mansions and nice, clean swept streets with picturesque cherry blossom trees that seemed unaffected by the heavy pollution that Midgar suffered from. However, it was also home to a lot of the nicer student apartments, as well as the penthouse suites such as the one Roxas inhabited.

And now, they found themselves in the video store, waiting for Kairi to choose a movie.

"I give her three more minutes and then I'm picking Pulp Fiction," Riku grumbled, picking through a rack of playstation games unenthusiastically as Kairi asked the poor desk clerk to check on their database for another movie. Sora rolled his eyes in agreement, staring dejectedly at the horror movie section.

Eventually, Kairi chose Romeo and Juliet, the one with Leonardo di Caprio, and they all got back in the camper van and headed over to Sora's.

Tidus had actually left the flat in a reasonable state for once, only leaving one dirty plate on the floor, and was curled up on a beanbag with a textbook on physiotherapy, looking unenthusiastic. When they had said they were going to watch a movie, he had gratefully put down the book and said he would join them. He looked exhausted; evidently his coach Wakka had put him through his paces at training yesterday, but he seemed happy enough. He had told Sora more than once that Blitzball was his calling, and he was willing to go through anything to reach the professional leagues. Sora believed he could do it too. He had seen Tidus play, and he was easily one of the best on the University team.

They ordered in some pizza and relaxed on the sofas and bean bags while they waited for the food to arrive, talking about the party, university and work. Sora grabbed his sketch book and a mechanical pencil from his bedroom and sketched aimlessly while they chatted, needing an outlet for a sudden burst of creative energy.

"I heard you got a new job, Riku," Tidus said as he channel hopped the muted television.

"Yeah, it's really good actually," Riku replied, his arm slung around Kairi who leaned into him happily, her eyes tired but warm and content. "I'm the personal assistant to a professor. He researches supernatural phenomena and needs someone to organize his life, because he'd probably be dead from starvation or neglect without one."

"What's his name?" Tidus asked, looking vaguely interested. Tidus had a relative curiosity for the paranormal – you could always catch him watching Most Haunted late at night and spooking himself out.

"Professor Ansem; he teaches at your university actually," Riku replied.

"The old dude with the blonde hair and big beard? Wears really kooky clothing?" Sora asked as he started to sketch out a manga character he had been working on recently, basing the pose on the way Tidus was slumped on his bean bag, occasionally glancing up as he drew a rough outline of the character.

"That's the one," Riku agreed, nuzzling the top of Kairi's head, as she started to drift off to sleep on his shoulder with a content smile. "I swear, if I wasn't there to remind him, he'd forget to go home at night."

"Your work sounds more fun than mine, Riku," Kairi mumbled sleepily, her eyes closed and her posture slumped. "Everyone just makes me get them coffee in the office."

"That's because you turn up late or hung over all the time and don't put any effort in," Sora said, poking his tongue out as he tried to capture the expression on the face of the manga character. "You're on the phone to Naminé most of the time, and when you actually do what they ask it's always half-assed."

Kairi opened her eyes, pouting irritably. "It's an in-between job; I don't want to work there forever. I didn't do my dental nursing course so that I could be stuck in a publishing office all my life."

"But if you don't put in some effort they will give you a bad reference when you apply for another job," Riku murmured into her hair, stroking her shoulders soothingly to show he meant no offense and was just offering some advice.

The doorbell rang then. "Whatever, the pizza is here so lets get started," Kairi grumbled.

"You missed the chord again."

"Goddammit Cloud, I know! Stop reminding me!" Roxas snapped irritably, signalling to Tifa to stop recording for the moment. He pulled the guitar strap over his head and rested the instrument in its stand, storming over to the bench to grab a can of soda. The drink hissed as he cracked it open and downed half of it in one go.

Cloud, who was sat on a stool with his acoustic guitar, sighed heavily and also placed his instrument in its stand. "I know this is frustrating. Perhaps we should just change the set so that you don't have to play."

Roxas gave him a cold, hard glare. It wasn't that he wanted to play; on the contrary, he wanted nothing more than to smash his guitar over its amp and never pick the damn instrument up again right now. He knew however, that an awful lots of their songs relied on him also playing an instrument of some sort, be it guitar, bass or piano. If they changed their set, they wouldn't have a lot of songs to choose from.

"This is one of the most important gigs we have ever played. I'm not going to be the reason we play a shit set," he growled, flexing his fingers and wincing as shooting pains wracked his fractured wrist. "Damn Seifer, I'll fucking kill him."

"Tifa, could you get another ice pack please?" Cloud called to the brunette in the recording booth, who waved to show she had heard and took off her headphones, disappearing downstairs. Roxas pulled some painkillers from his bag and knocked them back, uncaring that it had only been an hour since his last dose. He was in a foul mood, and not just because he couldn't play the guitar properly.

Every five minutes the memory of Sora's bare chest pressed against his would flit into his mind and completely catch him unawares, often causing him to hesitate and miss a note. He could remember every touch, every caress, and every kiss that they had shared from the previous night. His forearms tingled where Sora had pinned them to the floor as he had forced Roxas to submit, and his lips were still slightly swollen from the ministrations of the brunette.

Damn, that idiot could kiss.

These memories weren't the reason for his foul mood however. The words that Sora had spoken as he broke the kiss were what was pissing him off so much.

"This is wrong… we shouldn't do this…"

Snarling, he kicked the trash can, causing it to fly against the wall with an echoing thud. Cloud rolled his eyes and walked over to his younger brother, grabbing him by the shoulders.

"You've got to calm down, Roxas," he said lowly, his royal blue eyes locked with Roxas's cerulean ones that blazed with anger. "I know this is about more than just the gig. Stop worrying about it and concentrate on your playing, else you're just going to get more frustrated."

"Shut up! This has nothing to do with you Cloud!" Roxas shouted, tearing out of his brother's grasp and stepping back, his proverbial hackles raised. "You have no idea how I am feeling right now, so just keep out of it!"

The next thing he knew, a fist was colliding sharply with his face. His head snapped to the side and he stumbled back, trying to catch his balance, wincing as fresh pain bloomed over his cheek. "What the hell was that for?!"

"You think I don't understand?" Cloud hissed, grabbing his brother's t-shirt and yanking him close so that their faces were inches apart. The older blonde's eyes were blazing, and had taken on that green tinge that always appeared when he was angry or upset. "If this is about Sora, I know better than anyone what you're going through! I've been crushing on the same girl since I was thirteen years old Roxas, and I still don't know if she likes me back or not!"

"You're not having a panic attack over your sexuality Cloud!" Roxas yelled back, grabbing Cloud's wrists and trying to pry them away from his shirt. "All my life I've thought I was straight, and then he comes along and suddenly I'm bisexual?! You don't have a fucking clue how that feels!"

"Getting angry about it is not the way to deal with it though, Roxas!" Cloud said exasperatedly, letting go of his brother and stepping back, running his hands through his hair in agitation. "Do you ever see me throwing a tantrum because Tifa hasn't clocked on that the rose she gets every year on Valentine's Day is from me? No, because I deal with it. You have some serious anger issues that need sorting out."

"I could quite easily cut you out of my life again Cloud, I don't need your fucking preaching," Roxas snarled, his hands balling into fists. "I did just fine without you, I can do it again."

Cloud snorted sarcastically. "Sure you did, you nearly got yourself fucking killed and ended up in hospital because of drug use more times than I like to think. You were a mess, Roxas. If you dare go back to that lifestyle I swear to god I will not be there to bail you out next time you decide you've had enough."

"What's going on? Are you two fighting?" They whipped around to find Tifa stood in the doorway with an icepack in her hand. Marlene, a girl who lived with Tifa while her father was out of town working, was peeking around Tifa's hip, looking concerned.

"It's nothing," Cloud sighed, grabbing the ice pack and forcing Roxas to sit down, pressing the cold package against the blonde's wrist and eliciting an angry hiss. "We're just stressed about the gig."

"Right…" Tifa said, wearing the expression a mother does when a child says they haven't touched the chocolate despite the fact it is smeared all over their face.

"Cloud-san…" Marlene mumbled from behind her adoptive mother, blushing slightly and shifting her feet. "Can Denzel come to play again soon?"

Cloud flashed a smile for the little girl who was usually so confident and outspoken, except for when she was talking about her crush. Denzel was his officially adopted son, and was a couple of years older than Marlene. The two got on well and were smitten with each other in much the same way as Cloud and Tifa were.

"Of course, Marlene, he can come over tonight if you would like?"

The little girl beamed and nodded vigorously before rushing away downstairs, shouting something about drawing Denzel a picture.

"Ready to try again, Roxas?" Tifa asked as Cloud removed the ice pack and the youngest blonde flexed his fingers tentatively.

He sighed, trying to expel some of his irritableness. "Yeah, let's go again," he murmured, picking up his guitar and preparing to play.

"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."

Kairi gasped as the two actors on the screen locked lips once more, her hands clasped together in front of her and her eyes wide in wonderment and envy. Riku appeared mildly interested, interested more in the poetry than the romance, but Sora and Tidus just looked plain bored. It wasn't that they didn't enjoy a good Shakespeare classic, but they really weren't in the mood for it today.

"I'm going to get started that essay," Tidus mumbled, grabbing his textbook and slouching off into his room.

"I think I'll work on my painting that's due in on Friday," Sora said, going to his room and grabbing his oil paints before coming back into the living room where his half-finished canvas sat on the easel next to the kitchen. At Kairi's protests, he reassured her that he would still watch the movie as he worked, which seemed to be good enough for her because she turned her wide eyes back to the movie.

He bit his lip as he set up his paints, wondering what part of the picture to work on next. The topic had been 'Dreams', and he had immediately come up with a swirling mass of greens, blues and yellows that formed vague images of supernatural creatures when you looked closely, and from afar took on the appearance of a sleeping person's face. He had sketched it primarily in pencil, but since the obligatory medium was oil paints, he was now painstakingly filling the lines in. He had started in the top right hand corner and was slowly working his way down, but he wasn't sure whether to start colouring the unicorn or the nine-tails fox now.

He chewed on his paintbrush, eyes flicking to the movie every now and then, trying to decide, when his cell phone rang. He stepped into his bedroom and shut the door before answering the call.

"Hello?"

"Hi there sweetie!"

He rolled his eyes. That voice could only belong to one person. "Hi Mom."

His mother was an extremely eccentric woman, much like himself, and was fiercely protective over her children despite the fact that both he and Squall had left home several years ago. They still came back to Destiny Islands for such things as Thanksgiving and Christmas, but generally they avoided their mother because while she was the kindest, loveliest person on the planet, she was a little overbearing even for her own family.

"Darling sweetie-pie, how have you been?! Are you ready for your birthday tomorrow?"

"Yeah Mom, I'm going out to a club with a friend. It's his birthday too," he replied, wondering where she was taking this conversation. His mother only called when she wanted to ask a favour, or was going to ask him to do something he probably wouldn't want to.

"Oh how wonderful dear! You know I would LOVE to have you over for dinner to celebrate, why don't you come round on Tuesday? Bring your darling friend too, I would love to meet him! I'll call Squall as well!"

"Um, really? Are you sure?" He quite liked the idea of coming over to see her, as he hadn't seen her since Christmas, and that had been four months ago.

"I'm positive Sora-wora!" He winced at the awful pet name that had stuck with him since birth. "I never get to see you since you moved to that big dirty city… your father misses you too."

"He's got a funny way of showing it," Sora muttered. His father was an overbearing business man who couldn't understand why Sora was pursuing such a risky career as art, when he had a place ready for him in the family business of boat building. Every time Sora came home, his father would berate him and tell him to give up on his silly dreams of becoming a manga artist. The only consolation was that Squall got the same treatment, because he had run off to Midgar and now pursued various odd jobs, or so he said. Sora had the feeling though that Squall mixed with the wrong crowd, although his girlfriend Rinoa was very nice.

"Sora Leonheart, your father thinks the world of you! He just thinks you could do so much more with your life…"

"Yeah, well can you make sure that he keeps his opinions away from the dinner table if Roxas comes over? And we'll have to stay over if we do come, you know, it's too far to go back to Midgar late at night from the Islands."

"Not a problem, you can stay in the East Wing and have that side of the house to yourselves dear! I know you love to have sleepovers!"

"Yeah Mom, when I was like six."

"It doesn't feel that long ago to me," she huffed. Uh-oh, she was going to get sentimental. "I can't believe you're turning twenty tomorrow… my sons are growing up so fast… next thing I know, Squall will marry that little angel Rinoa and they'll have children and… OH MY GOD I'LL BE A GRANDMOTHER!!!"

"Mom, I don't think that that will be happening any time soon," Sora assured her. The last he had heard from Squall, he definitely never wanted kids. He couldn't stand them. "Anyway, I've got Riku and Kairi over and I'm doing some coursework, so I'll call you once I have asked Roxas about Tuesday, okay?"

He hung up the phone whilst she was still gurgling about how being a grandmother would mean she was old. Even a five minute phone conversation with the woman was exhausting, let alone a whole evening. Maybe he and Roxas could go down to the beach to escape his parents for a while. That is, if Roxas wanted to come after the way Sora had reacted last night.

He decided to send the blonde a quick text message, the better to get it over with. He kept it light-hearted and friendly so as not to seem awkward, because he really did want to stay friends with Roxas. He then connect his charger and left the phone on the nightstand, before heading back out to the living room, where by this point Kairi was sobbing hysterically as Mercutio cried "A plague on both your houses!" and Riku was trying to console her, saying it was only a film.

Sora started painting the nine-tails fox in his picture, a frown on his face. He hated working with oil paint, it was tedious and required a lot of concentration. He much preferred watercolours and pastels, but his course required that he cover all mediums of art. He really wanted to carry on with his manga project, but the painting had to come first because it was due in on Friday. He didn't mind the actual task, but the medium required made the assignment tedious.

Roxas slammed out the last few chords of the song, sweating profusely as his hand throbbed in a near unbearable fashion. Tifa clapped excitedly in the recording booth and Cloud gave Roxas a brief nod as the younger removed his guitar and sat down quickly, black spots appearing in his vision from the excruciating pain that was now wracking his wrist.

"This fucking hurts… but at least I nailed it," Roxas gasped, sticking his hand in the bucket of ice Tifa had wisely provided. He sighed in relief as the pain was immediately numbed somewhat, releasing the tension he was unconsciously holding in his forearm. Cramps were throbbing through his muscles, but he didn't care because he had managed to play the equivalent of an entire set without making a mistake.

Cloud looked exhausted but pleased as he put the instruments away. "After tomorrow there is no way I'm letting you touch a guitar again until you are fully healed," he said, nodding bashfully at Tifa as she walked in holding a disc with all the recordings burned onto it. Her eyes were red and swollen from staring at the controls for so long.

"Is someone's phone ringing?" she asked. Roxas realised that his back pocket was buzzing slightly and reached behind with his good hand to retrieve his cell.

"It's me," he said, sliding open the phone to find a text message from Sora waiting to be read.

Hey Roxy!! Hope practice went well :) My 'rents have invited you and me over for a birthday meal Tue evening, you up for it? We'd have to stay the night though, if that's okay with you :) Text back, Sora x

Roxas grinned as he began to awkwardly type a message with one hand whilst the other remained in the ice bucket. He felt some of the knots in his stomach unravel slightly as a wave of relief washed over him. He had been so sure that Sora was annoyed at him for their activities the night before, so to read such a cheerful message from him was heart warming and relieving.

Hi Sora, that sounds wicked, say thanks to your folks for me! I'd love to come, book my bed now lol! I'll call you tomorrow about gig and after party k? Roxas x

He pressed the send button and sat back with a happy sigh, catching Cloud's eye and returning his brother's brief smile with one of his own. Warmth was curling in the pit of his stomach, surrounding his organs and washing a wonderful feeling of contentment that he hadn't felt in a long time over his tired, beaten body. He didn't even mind when Marlene pounced on him and asked him to look at her drawings for Denzel, cooing in all the right places as he thought of Sora and just how lucky he was to have met him.

Cloud rescued him from the little girl's clutches eventually by suggesting that he take her along for a ride because he was going to pick Denzel up from a friend's house. Although Marlene was a girly girl who liked ponies and barbies, she was also obsessed with Cloud's bike, and so she promptly let go of Roxas and skipped downstairs with Cloud who was smiling warmly.

Roxas allowed Tifa to help him carry his things down the two flights of stairs and out to his car which had a thin layer of snow resting over it like cotton wool. As Cloud sped off with Marlene squealing excitedly on the back of the monster machine, Roxas bade Tifa goodnight and slipped into his car. He flipped the heating up to full and pulled out of the parking lot behind Seventh Heaven, driving slower than usual because he didn't have Sora working the transmission for him. It was dark now, him having spent all day in the recording studio with Cloud and Tifa, and Midgar was a sea of warm yellow lights and brightly lit neon signs which whirled past his windows in a multicoloured blur. Some people were out walking their dogs, waiting patiently whilst their animals marked their territory on lamp posts and fire hydrants, their coats pulled tightly around them as snow fell like sugar icing.

Roxas was so preoccupied with keeping the vehicle in control that he did not notice the sleek black sports car which pulled out of a side street as he passed. It stayed several cars behind him, keeping it's distance, but if he had been paying attention it would have been clear to him that he was being tailed as he drove down seldom used streets in an effort to get home quicker, and the car followed. When Roxas pulled into the private car park of his apartment block, the black car cut it's lights and slowed to a stop on the curb out front.

Roxas cut his engine and began fiddling around with his various in-car gadgets, turning them off and stowing them in the glove compartment, or putting things in his bag. It was only when he went to look at himself in the rear view mirror that he noticed the black shapes looming towards his car in the badly lit parking lot. Panicking, he unbuckled his seat belt as fast as he could and scrambled out the car.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice surprisingly even and confident, though he didn't feel that way. There was only one light in the car park and it was over the far side next to the building's fire escape, so he couldn't make out the faces of the two people who had approached him. All he knew was that they were taller than him, and that was a bad sign.

One of them chuckled darkly. "Think you're pretty tough don't you, pretty boy?"

"He likes to act like the big man but I seem to remember him squealing like a bitch when Seifer kicked his ass," the other person laughed. They were closing in on him fast, and though he was quick on his feet, he wasn't fast enough to escape them as they grabbed his arms and shoved him against the hood of his car, pinning him down.

"Did Seifer send you?" he growled as he tried to wrestle out of his grip, but they were much stronger than him, and he was too exhausted to muster the strength to fight properly. His heart was pounding in his ears and he felt sick.

"Yeah, and he asked us to deliver you a message. If you know what's good for you, you'll get out of town while you can, you stinking slutbag," the first man hissed, grabbing Roxas roughly by the hair. Roxas's stomach dropped as he heard the sound of a zipper being drawn.

"What are you going to do?" he croaked, his voice breaking slightly. He acted tough but right now he was terrified, a cold sweat coating his skin and his lips quivering in horror.

"We're going to give you what a slut deserves to get, Strife," the second man growled. "Try not to enjoy it too much, whore." He was pulled further down the hood and then pushed to the floor, his back to the grill of the car and his arms pinned either side of him.

Roxas started to writhe in panic. "Look, can't we t-talk about this?" he mumbled shakily, and the hand in his hair tightened considerably, ripping some strands out.

"It's too late for negotiations, fag bucket. Now, open wide..."

Roxas almost vomited when he felt something hard, pulsing and slick press against his cheek. He kept his jaw clamped firmly shut, shaking but glaring defiantly at the shadowed faces of the two men. But then someone pinched his nose, cutting off his air supply.

"I said open wide, Strife," the first man growled. Roxas was trying to hold his breath but he had always been useless at that sort of thing, and his broken ribs were making it so much harder. Knowing he was going to hate what happened next, his opened his mouth and took a gasping breath.

The hard pulsing something shoved roughly past his lips and he tasted salty fluid, just as the hand in his hair shoved his head forward. As his forehead met with someone's stomach, the long hard thing reached the back of his throat and he fought not to gag. Thankfully the person who had been pinching his nose let go and he panted shakily through flared nostrils, unable to contain his whimpers of terror and disgust.

"Shut up you little bitch and take what you deserve," someone growled, and then the man was thrusting roughly into his mouth, smacking his tonsils repeatedly and causing uncontrollable to tears to start streaming down his face. To his credit he didn't gag, though how he managed he never knew. His insides were freezing over with panic and shock, his stomach was churning and his entire body was trembling.

"God he's such a little whore! Look at him, he's not even choking!" someone laughed maliciously, and then a hand was pinching his jaw on either side to force him to open wider. His breathing was turning asthmatic and his fists were clenching and unclenching as his vision started to fog over, the tears running down his cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to curl up and die right now, anything was better than this, he'd take playing a guitar with a broken wrist over this any day.

The only thing he could do was repeat the mantra Please let this be the only thing they want, over and over again in his mind as he fought against a looming panic attack and the hard shaft in his mouth abused the back of his throat consistently.

"He's got a tight little whore's mouth as well," the man above him grunted, his voice sounding strained. Roxas latched onto the tone of voice, hoping it would be over soon. Trembling, he sat still as the man pounded into his mouth a few more times, and then Roxas let out a strangled moan as something hot and wet hit the back of his throat.

The thing (he didn't want to acknowledge what he knew it was) slid out of his mouth and the sound of a fly being done up met his ears. Suddenly, the hands holding him down were gone and he fell forward, heaving as he threw up the musky liquid in his throat and gasping raggedly. Someone swung a fist across his face for good measure.

"Let that be a warning to you," someone said and the sound of fading footsteps could be heard, crunching the gravel of the parking lot. "Be grateful, we could have done a whole lot worse to you..."

Roxas didn't move as he heard the sound of an engine starting up and then wheels crackling as they drove over the snow, and then the engine revved loudly as the vehicle sped off down the road, it's lights coming on and throwing the street into sharp focus. He waited until he couldn't hear the loud sports engine anymore before turning to the side and vomiting again, heavily.

I can't believe that just happened... he thought numbly as he tried to get rid of the horrible salty taste in his mouth. How did I not notice them following me?! He sat there for a few more minutes, shaking uncontrollably as tears continued to trip over his cheeks, hunching in on himself and wrapping his arms around his knees.

He found the strength to stand eventually. He wordlessly grabbed his things from his car and locked it, wishing he had just locked himself in rather than getting out and confronting him. The retching taste was still in his mouth as he entered the building, receiving a concerned look from the guard.

"You okay there son?" he asked as the boy scanned his fingerprints in for entrance.

"I'm fine, just not feeling very well," Roxas croaked miserably, pulling the door open as soon as the green light flashed and trudging up to his apartment. He kicked his shoes off at the door and dumped his stuff in the hallway, before running to the bathroom to throw up again.

Holy fuck... what am I going to do?! I'm in such deep shit... he thought as he brushed his teeth furiously. His tears had stopped, but there were deep purple finger shaped bruises on his jaw where his mouth had been forced open and his skin had a green tinge to it.

He did the first thing which came to mind and had a shower, trying to rid the horrid, dirty feeling from himself. He had no such luck, although the pounding water helped to calm his frayed nerves. I need to tell someone... but who?

He numbly grabbed his phone as he towelled himself off, pressing a few digits and then the call button.

"Sora? C-can you come over? I need to tell you a few things..."

Oh my god I am such a cruel person. Please don't hate me T.T So yeah, reviews perlease :D Can we beat the seventeen I had for chapter eight?? We're so close to 100 reviews guys, just a little further! ^^ Thank you all so much for your support!