You have full permission to tie me to a stake and poke me with pointy sticks. Three weeks without an update?! I am a disgrace! -hangs head- Please don't be too mad... I was intending to write a long chapter to make it up to you, but in this case, I think you will agree that quality surely makes up for quantity ;) And hopefully the events of this chapter will be more than enough to make up for the three week drought.
Anyway, about the song. It's 'With Me' by Sum 41, which deviates a little from the usual genre of music but trust me, listen to it and you will totally see why I chose it. It is the song that the band perform in this chapter, so I highly advise listening to it if you don't already know it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy. Sad times :(

Kiss and I Will Surrender

Twelve

With Me

It was strange how a simple wooden door could look so imposing when you were anxious and nervous. The fresh white paint was like a condescending glare, and the hollow knock that his rapping knuckles ensued was a scoffing laugh. Sora fought with the urge to glower at the inanimate object as he waited for the occupant to answer his call to be let in. Roxas hadn't even answered the pager when Sora had buzzed himself in downstairs. From what Sora could tell, he had just pressed the entrance button straight away without answering the receiver. His stomach was wringing itself into an intricate cat's cradle; was Roxas still mad at him? Was this going to be awkward?

He was alerted by the sound of the chain sliding across on the other side of the door, a dragging, scraping sound that grated on his already frayed nerves. As if someone had hit the slow button, the door knob turned with an agonizingly lackadaisical manner. The door cracked open like tired eyes, the heavy bass line of unnameable techno music drifting through, thumping in his ears like a nagging headache. His lungs appeared to have forgotten what their job was as they too were on standby, watching the door be drawn open to reveal the object of his nerves.

He was as beautiful as ever. His sunshine locks were darkened slightly by a film of water that dripped from the ever spiky tips and landed on the old white t-shirt he had thrown on, leaving little grey spots on the cotton. His eyes were lined with tiredness, but the irises sparkled like lapis lazuli cut straight from the ground. The bruises on his face bent slightly as his cheeks dimpled and a wide, bright-toothed smile emerged, aimed directly at Sora.

"You came!" Roxas chorused happily, and catching Sora completely off guard, the blonde drew him into a tight embrace, arms wrapped firmly around his neck and wet locks dripping on Sora's neck as the singer practically nuzzled him. There was an awkward moment where Sora froze, his arms hanging like dead weights by his sides and his widened eyes looking over Roxas's shoulder into the white apartment which was immaculate as always. Roxas smelled like mint leaves – maybe he had changed his shower gel since last time. The smell stung Sora's nostrils slightly, stirring him from his shock and prompting him to self-consciously slip his hands around to the small of Roxas's back.

They remained that way for several long moments that were too short for either one's liking.

"I'm sorry." Roxas's voice wavered slightly, causing Sora to squeeze him tighter and bury his nose in the blonde's t-shirt, squeezing his eyes shut and fighting a hiccupping sob.

"No..." he sniffed, turning his head to press his cheek into the other's shoulder so that his nose grazed Roxas's neck fleetingly. "I'm sorry... I can't believe I reacted like that..."

"You're forgiven," the blonde sighed, and his slender fingers weaved into the thick chocolate locks at the base of Sora's neck. "Not that I was mad at you to begin with..."

Another few seconds passed, and then they both seemed to realise simultaneously how intimately they were embracing. With eerily in-sync, awkward coughs, they broke apart and found interest in the skirting board or the CCTV camera, each shuffling their feet.

"Well, um, come in," Roxas grunted and rushed off into the kitchen, mumbling something about hot chocolate.

Sora kicked his converse off and dumped them in the shoe basket that was becoming so familiar to him. He took a few moments then as he was shutting the door behind him to mentally scold himself. Though he may have accepted that he was attracted to Roxas (there, he had said it), that didn't mean he could go sniffing the guy and nuzzling him. Though he was fairly sure Roxas felt similar feelings to him (why else would they have kissed?), the other may not have realised or accepted those feelings yet. Sora had to wait until Roxas was ready... if he would ever be ready.

He ran both hands through his bangs and sighed, before readjusting the fringe he had just messed up and wandering after Roxas into the kitchen. He came in to find Roxas smacking his head repeatedly on a wooden cabinet.

"Um... what are you doing?"

Roxas jumped about a foot in the air and simultaneously scrambled over to the other side of the room, where the kettle was just boiling. He grabbed a tin of chocolate powder and began spooning the brown stuff into two mugs he had set out.

"Th-that cupboard... doesn't shut properly unless you give it a good smack."

"And you felt the need to use your face for that?"

Sora thought he caught a blush rising in the thinner boy's face. "I couldn't be bothered to use my hands... I'm tired."

One russet eyebrow was quirked in a perfect arch, but Sora very wisely bit back any more comments on the subject and took the steaming, oversized mug he was handed.

"Shall we get ready then?"

Claustrophobia didn't even come close to describing it as Sora and Kairi weaved their way through the crowd like ants through blades of grass. They felt like ants too; small and insignificant. They weren't here for the music like all the people decked out in black and silver and ink, they were here for the band. The music was just an added bonus.

"Where's the stage?!" Sora yelled to his best friend over the loud chatter and the heavy guitar music playing from the speakers.

Kairi stood on her tip-toes, nose poking above the sea of Mohawks to peer to the other end of the room. She pointed in the direction they had been heading, but then grabbed Sora's shoulder as he went to continue pushing through the throng of sweaty bodies.

"Sora, there is no way we'll get a place in front of the stage. There has to be like five hundred people already!"

"So what should we do?" Sora asked, looking irritated. He wanted a good view of Roxas performing; he had to be able to see him, not just hear him, though that voice was admittedly more than enough to send him straight to heaven. Or hell. Wherever he was fated to go.

The finger Kairi had pointed in the direction of the stage now raised itself upwards towards the ceiling. Following its direction, Sora looked up to see a glass balcony overhead. His eyes scanned the length of it, locating a spiralling staircase which lead up to it, with a bouncer stood at the bottom and looking surly.

"We can't go up there," he started, but Kairi rolled her eyes and waved the tag that was hanging around her neck in his face.

"We're VIP's remember? That balcony is for us!"

They passed the bouncer without any trouble and ascended the staircase, admiring the venue from their higher viewpoint as they climbed. It was a lot nicer than the one they had been in on Friday. The walls were a freshly painted navy blue, and a soft black velvet curtain was draped across the new-looking stage like a blindfold that would soon be removed to reveal the stars of the show. A sophisticated lighting system was suspended from the ceiling, and the flooring was wooden panelled.

They reached the balcony, smiles stretching their faces as they took in comfortable leather armchairs, a private bar and a waiter serving appetisers to none other than Xion and Axel.

"Kairi! Sora!" Xion called, jumping off the stool at the bar and mincing over to them in knee high black leather boots, a miniscule skirt and a practically non-existent baby-tee. She gave them both loose hugs and dragged them back to the bar where Axel was slouching on his stool, a wicked grin on his face.

"No Reno tonight?" Sora asked as they were handed glasses of champagne.

"He's working," Axel snickered, downing his glass and grabbing another from the tray on the bar. "Besides, Xion and I are on a date."

"Screw you Axel Chakram! We are not on a date!" This statement was emphasised with a smack to the back of his head, causing him to accidentally inhale his champagne.

Whilst Axel tried to regain control over his respiratory system, Kairi and Sora moved over to the leather chairs positioned next to the edge of the balcony, where they had a perfect view of the stage. Little blue lights lined the stage like winking cats' eyes, and the floor of the auditorium was dotted at random intervals with similar coloured floor lights that gave the room the sense of being in an aquarium. It seemed a lot more extravagant than was required for a small time punk band, but Sora wasn't complaining. So far, this was the most exciting birthday he had ever had.

"I heard that the after party is in the same building as this," Kairi said, resting her arms on the glass barrier and then supporting her chin on her arms. "Upstairs there's a private lounge, bar and dance floor."

"I wonder how come they're playing such a nice venue," Sora pondered, mimicking her pose and letting his eyes wander over the various strangely styled hairdos that surged below them.

"Didn't Roxas tell you? This is their first big gig!" Kairi said, looking at him from the corner of her violet eyes, with incredulity. "There are talent scouts here and everything!"

"He never said it was such a big deal," Sora mumbled, pouting.

"Sora, they're doing a twenty-song set! That's kind of a big deal..."

"Shut up. The lights are going down."

Hushes swept through the crowd like a Mexican wave, a breeze that rustled punked-out leaves. The floor lights dimmed to an almost invisible turquoise, highlighting the soles of sneakers and boots but reaching no higher up the thick forest of legs that surged closer to the stage.

The raised platform was completely dark as the velvet curtain that reminded Sora so much of a waterfall of ink was drawn back. It was impossible to tell if anyone was stood there already; the lighting was too well planned out. The spectators were quite literally left in the dark as they waited.

Whispers danced on the tense atmosphere. A full minute passed with no music, no lights, no band members.

And then, starting quiet but becoming louder, overcoming the whispers and silencing them like a death shroud, Sora heard an acoustic guitar. Several bars of plucked strings ensued, a slow but cheerful tune, but still they could see nothing.

An intake of breath was the central spotlight's cue, and suddenly Roxas was stood there before a microphone, his hair throwing light off like a crystal, strumming his guitar as he started to sing, in a gentle, crooning voice.

I don't want this moment... to ever end... where everything's nothing... without you.

In perfect synchronicity that caused Sora's heart to miss a beat, three more spotlights illuminated newly struck-up instruments. Riku's silver hair was like a wild lion's mane as he pounded out a rhythm that resembled a heartbeat, his icy blue eyes matching the cats' eyes that suddenly lit up around his drum kit. Zack's fingers were relatively untaxed as they kept up a simplistic bass line that further emphasised the beat that was like the band's very pulse – it was as though the beat kept them alive. Cloud was a mirror to Roxas's right – they had styled their hair in the same way, and even wore similar clothing. He drew out a long, high sigh from his electric guitar, like a keening gasp.

And still, the golden angel sang.

I wait here forever just to... to see you smile, 'cause it's true... I am nothing... without you.

It was just so... different from anything Sora had heard so far from Reizones. He was used to heart wrenching, lung-tearing screams of agony and angry, passionate guitar riffs. The raw passion was still present here, perhaps even more so through the beat that his heart had synchronised itself with, but it was much softer. And the lyrics... he empathised completely.

He was sat upright in his chair, his fingers clenched tightly around the hem of his shirt. He felt... winded. Caught off guard, as Zack and Cloud joined Roxas, their deeper voices harmonizing with his like dark and white chocolate mixing to form milk.

If he had been breathless before, nothing could have prepared him for the chorus.

The musicians shared a knowing look, Roxas pressed a pedal with his foot, and that was the prompt that drew forth the crashing drums, the angry twin electric guitar riffs, the ear splitting bass... and the breathy, fervent voice that reigned over all other sounds as Roxas cried out the eerily familiar words.

I want you to know, with everything I won't let this go, these words are my heart and soul...

It was just so much. He could read and hear every emotion that the song described like he was feeling them himself... and maybe he was. The aquarium-like room was swimming, something wet was dripping off his chin... was there a leak in the ceiling?

He uncurled his fingers from his now-crinkled shirt, eyes still glued to the slightly blurry image of Roxas, with his eyes clenched shut and his forehead creased as he belted out the desperate lyrics. Sora's fingers touched his face and realised with another shocking jolt that he was crying. He bit his lip, hard, as the song, which had progressed through another verse and chorus, slowed back to the initial acoustic riff. He couldn't breathe. The rhythm wouldn't let him.

Where everything's nothing... without you.

And then it was back, the crescendo of rock that sent his pulse racing – his lungs switched from not moving at all, to sudden and uncontrollable hyperventilation. Tanned hands gripped the cool metal bar in front of him and he forced himself to look away from the celestial being that was still singing on stage, to lower his head between his outstretched arms. Ignoring the beat was the hardest thing Sora had ever done, but he forced himself with desperate willpower.

The song had ended and another number he had already heard was starting by the time Sora was back in control of his breathing. He blinked, once, twice, and realised there were hands on his back, his shoulder. Kairi's soft but urgent voice reached his ears.

"Sora? Sora? Are you alright?"

A wave of nausea rolled over him as he raised his head and he groaned, covering his face with one hand.

"I feel sick..." he murmured. He peeked through the gaps in his fingers to see Xion crouched down beside him, her skirt strategically arranged, her almond-shaped eyes lined with concern as she looked up into his face. Looking further to his right, a shock of red and a large, firm hand on his shoulder confirmed that Axel was there.

"Do you want to go outside?" Kairi asked. She sounded so genuinely concerned that Sora felt guilty.

"No, I'll just get some water from the bar..." he mumbled. Riku was important to Kairi – she was here for the same reason as Sora, to see someone they cared for doing something they loved – and he would be damned if she missed this important gig because Sora had gotten a little emotional over a freaking song.

He didn't want to get up. He wanted to keep watching as Roxas drowned himself in music, lost himself to a world where he seemed truly at ease, a world that Sora wanted be a part of so badly. But if he didn't get a drink right then, he would probably have genuinely been sick all over Xion's patent boots, and he knew that would just result in even more bruises for him.

Like a weary traveller, he hoisted himself from the deep armchair and stumbled over to the bar. Axel remained by his side as if he was tied to him, a warm hand supporting him by the elbow.

Thankfully, he could still see Roxas from his perch on the bar stool as he ordered a glass of water and Axel grabbed yet another glass of the complimentary champagne. The music was a little quieter here, at the back of the room, and he and Axel only had to raise their voices a little to make themselves heard.

"You know, I've been in music for a long time," Axel said as they sipped their drinks and observed the performance. Sora grabbed a napkin from the bar and wiped it through the ice cold condensation on his glass before pressing the dampened paper to his forehead, which was covered in a light film of perspiration. "And you know what?" the red head continued, "You're the first person I've ever seen have a panic attack over a song."

Sora didn't have the energy to glare, so he settled for an irritated huff. Axel was right though, he had completely overreacted just then. He didn't know what it was – the song had just... connected with him on so many levels that he had felt like he was suffocating in emotions, not just his but the feelings of every person in the room.

"But I gotta admit," Axel chuckled then, "I'm totally jealous of these guys now. Our band's music has never made people cry before. Sure, we've had the tearful fan girls, but from the looks of ya, you sure ain't one of them, yo."

"Are you going to say anything worth hearing or can I tune out?" Sora grumbled, slurping his straw and scowling in the direction of the stage, a vibrant blush staining his damp cheeks. It was too warm in here.

"Tch, and here I was being the nice guy by keeping ya company," Axel scoffed. They lapsed into silence, letting the throaty, gut-clenching voice of Roxas bring goose bumps to their arms and the back of their necks. His voice complimented the instruments with insane perfection – it was hair-raising at points.

"I want to watch him some more," Sora mumbled, grabbing a glass of wine and slipping off the stool. He swayed slightly and only scowled a little bit when Axel grabbed his elbow to steady him.

"Are ya sure that ya feel okay, yo?" Axel question as they made their way back to the balcony, their voices increasing in volume to counter the band's music.

After several minutes spent assuring Kairi, Xion and Axel that he wasn't about to pass out and die on them, he was allowed to relax back into the armchair, loosening up as the coolness of the leather soaked through his shirt and soothed his back. The band was performing one of their trademark heavy, dark rock numbers.

Roxas's guitar was slung onto his back, his bangs were slightly sweaty and were stuck to his forehead as he screamed out emotions, both hands clenched on the microphone and his gold lashes forming crescent moons on his flushed cheeks.

Zack had unzipped his leather jacket (and typically was bare-chested underneath) and his raven bangs hung in his face as he hunched over his bass, teeth indenting his lower lip.

Cloud was cool and calm, seeming to be unaffected by the sweltering stage lights like the rest of the band; his fingers were a pale blur on the fret board as he belted out a solo that had the whole room shaking as people jumped and threw rock gestures in the air.

Riku was grinning broadly, his drums keeping the whole song together as he nodded his head in time with the snare.

"There's no way those talent scouts can walk away from this gig without signing these guys," Xion marvelled, looking envious despite the compliment as she shoved Axel back into his seat, deterring his attempts to kiss her.

"You're right," Kairi agreed, her eyes locked on Riku with soft affection. "I think they could go really far."

"Mmm," Sora murmured. His eyes were hooded slightly as he sipped his drink and watched Roxas. He felt breathless again, but it was different this time. The sight of the moisture that shone on the blonde's skin was causing his pulse to pick up and heat to coil in his stomach, and that voice was just so...

Would be much better used if he was screaming in pleasure.

WHOA. Where the fuck had that come from?!

Sora felt heat creeping in his face as he looked at Kairi and Xion guiltily, as if he had said the inappropriate comment out loud. When he noted with relief that they were still watching the band, nodding their heads or tapping their feet, he sighed and pushed his fingers through his bangs, feeling his warm forehead.

Can't believe I am getting turned on by his singing... of all the times...

A twenty-song set later, and Sora was feeling more than uncomfortable. His 'problem' hadn't gone away, no matter what he did. Every time he looked at the ridiculously sexy blonde on stage he got a mindful of dirty images and a lapful of awkwardness. When the band finally finished their third encore and said goodnight to the room, he thought he would cry simultaneously with relief and frustration. How he was going to face Roxas tonight and control himself after watching what his brain was basically considering to be a peep show, he had no idea.

"You look a bit flushed, Sora," Xion commented mildly as they headed down the steps onto the main floor, crossing the emptying room and knocking the door to the right of the stage, VIP passes in their hands. "Are you still feeling unwell?"

"Wh-what?!" Sora squeaked. "N-no!"

Kairi raised an eyebrow but said nothing. A dirty-blonde guy with a mullet had come to the door, chewing on a lip piercing and eyeing them all suspiciously.

"We're guest of Reizones?" Kairi ventured, and his eyes flicked down to the yellow laminated cards hanging around their necks.

"Oh, so you're the guys they're waiting on. Took you long enough," he drawled, swigging from a bottle of water.

"Well excuse us for waiting until the room cleared a little," Xion huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest but quickly dropping them when the guy's eyes dropped to the cleavage she had created.

"Whatever, follow me," mullet-guy grunted, pushing himself off the door frame as if it was the most difficult action he had ever done. The corridor he led them down was considerably less pleasant than the room they had just been in. There was no paint or wallpaper on the walls, just plain plaster that was slightly mouldy looking in the top corners, and there were trailing leads and busted amps littered in their path.

They were led into a large room with old red sofas pushed up against the walls and a kitchenette on the far wall. The members of Reizones were draped over the furniture like dead dolls, panting and drinking water through straws because they couldn't be bothered to lift the bottles to their lips. Zack was collapsed in a bean bag, and looked on first glance to be asleep. The only indication that he was conscious was the slowly lowering water-level in the bottle held in his hand and the occasionally slurp as air got caught in his straw.

"Riku!" Kairi squealed, performing an impressive running dive on her boyfriend who was sprawled over a couch, successfully winding him. "You guys were amazing!" she gushed, bouncing up and down in his lap as he coughed and spluttered on the water he had just taken down his windpipe.

Cloud, the only person who was maintain relative composure, gave her a nod of thanks as he sipped delicately from his straw.

"Yeah, I practically orgasmed it was so good," Xion drawled, causing Sora to flinch and duck his head, hoping his bangs would hide the heat he could surely feel returning to his cheeks.

"Where's your singer?" Axel asked suddenly as he hoisted himself up on the kitchen counter. "What was his name? Roxy?"

"Oh, he's in the dressing room I think," Zack suddenly mumbled around his straw, causing bubbles to rise in his bottle. They waited for more, but he was silent again, quietly sipping his drink like a kid with his daily glass of milk.

"Sora, go find him," Xion commanded from her chosen perch on a high stool next to the counter Axel was swinging his legs off of.

"What?! Why me?!" Sora yelped, jumping and looking like he had been caught with his hand down his pants... Stop with the dirty thoughts Sora!

In truth, he had just been thinking of going to look for Roxas, but now he was completely flustered.

Can she read my mind or something? Does she know what happened when I was watching him...?

"Because you're the only person still stood up, dumbass."

"Oh. Right... I'll um... go look for him then..."

The brunette quickly retreated from the room, into the unpleasant corridor, and shut the door behind him with a snap. For a few seconds, he had been sure that Xion suspected him. He wasn't even sure why he was getting so worked up, all he had done was get a bit over-excited earlier... it wasn't even as if anyone would have noticed physically, he had kept his legs firmly crossed for the entire set.

Roxas sure as hell could uncross them for me – STOP!

His shook his head violently, as if hoping it would dislodge the perverse thoughts that were plaguing his brain, and set about trying to find the dressing room that Zack had mentioned.

The backstage area retreated quite far back but wasn't widely spread. All of the rooms were attached to one simple corridor with no forks in the road to confuse him. The doors were all labelled with a roughly scrawled piece of lined paper, saying things like 'Instrument Storage' and 'Janitor's Closet'. Eventually, right at the back of the building where it was considerably cooler and less well-lit, he came across a door with peeling red paint that had 'Dressing Room' stuck on it at an angle.

It didn't even occur to him to knock as he turned the handle and strolled into the room. In hindsight, he probably should have, but right at that moment he found himself fully appreciating his carelessness as he was treated to the sight of a pale expanse of toned stomach. Roxas was stood with his arms in the air as he pulled a black polo shirt over his head and Sora had walked in just before the black cotton fell down to cover the marvellous sight.

"Oh, hey there Sora," Roxas said easily, his voice sounding hoarse. He was holding his wrist awkwardly and wincing as he stuffed his stage clothes in his bag and drew the zip. Sora noticed none of this however. His brain was frazzling in his skull over the sight he had just witnessed. Normally it wouldn't have bothered him to see a little bit of skin but in his flustered and considerably aroused state, this latest development was too much for him to cope with.

He didn't realise he had crossed the room until he was met with questioning cerulean blue eyes that were only inches away from him. When had he backed Roxas up against the lockers? He worried his lower lip, staring at the perfect mouth in front of him that had been singing with such passion and desperation earlier.

Wonder if he'd make the same noises for me...

"Sora?" The lips moved, startling him out of his perverse reverie but not lifting the red haze from his vision. He looked back up to Roxas's eyes which were full of question and... anticipation?

"Um..." he said awkwardly, his breathing coming in hot pants.

"What are you doing?" Hot air from that perfect mouth ghosted over Sora's lips, and his gaze returned to it as a pink tongue poked out to swipe over chapped skin before retreating back into it's owner's mouth.

Something snapped in Sora.

Roxas eyed the boy curiously, feeling his heart rate increase. "Sora-MMPH!"

And just like that, the brunette has shoved him up against the lockers, fisted his hands in the front of the black polo shirt and crashed their lips together. Sora was practically gasping as he feverishly pressed his full body up against Roxas's slimmer frame, his teeth biting roughly at the lips Roxas had just licked.

Roxas didn't even need to think about it. He had been wanting this since Xion's party, had craved the feeling of soft, well-cared for lips upon his. Chapped lips parted all too willingly and in near-animalistic fervour, Sora plunged his tongue forcefully past them to explore the insides of Roxas's teeth and caress the blonde's own tongue.

They broke apart and smashed their lips back together, again and again, tilting their heads back and forth anxiously to change the angle, their breathing becoming more erratic, hot gasps against each other's faces as Roxas's hands secured themselves in chocolaty spikes. Sora's grip on the shirt tightened, drawing their torsos closer together. Shirts rode up as they moved against each other, and Roxas gave a hoarse moan when he felt the red-hot skin of Sora's stomach against his own.

Sora growled and left Roxas's lips, drawing a quiet moan of need from the boy that escalated into a surrendering groan when he began to nip and kiss his way along the defined jaw line, aligning their hips and grinding into the slight blonde.

He came across Roxas's throat, exposed and pale as the blonde rested his head against the lockers and sighed with pleasure. Sora dragged his tongue in a bold line up the line of the muscles in Roxas's throat, before following the track back down with scraping incisors, grinning as he saw fine blonde hairs rise near Roxas's hairline. His hands had left the collar of the shirt and were insistently pushing the bottom of it further up the blonde's torso, tracing over prone ribs, the indent of his navel, the prominent hipbones.

"Oh god," Roxas whimpered when Sora started sucking harshly on his neck, alternating between teeth and tongue, causing pain and then salving it. The tanned hand were now exploring further up, over his chest, tracing the outlines of muscles and his collarbone. Thumbs calloused from painting brushed over his already raised nipples, eliciting a harsh gasp from his aching throat as he clenched his fingers roughly in Sora's hair.

Sora stopped sucking the slightly salty skin under Roxas's ear and pulled back to admire the wonderfully purple bruise he had caused, that stood out from the other bruises because of the intense colour. He licked it proudly and then bit Roxas's earlobe.

"I couldn't hold back any more," he groaned breathlessly as their hips grinded. They could feel how excited they were as the tightened crotches of their jeans constantly brushed against each other, dragging out gasps from Sora and sounds that were melodious even in the form of moans from Roxas.

"M-me neither," the blonde replied, shuddering as Sora's hot breath swept over his neck, and then the wet, strong tongue of the brunette was tracing the shell of his ear and he was crying out, letting Sora move his knee in between his legs, kicking Roxas's feet out so that the blonde was slightly shorter than the brunette.

Sora's mouth returned to his in wild, fleeting brushes against each other. "Roxas..." God, it felt so good to hear his name coming from that mouth, it was like a delicious sin that he couldn't wait to indulge in. His slender hands left that soft brown hair that was like feathers, trailing down the muscled back and grabbing Sora's hips.

"S-Sora," he gasped in return, and was rewarded by a proper kiss, their tongues intertwining hotly as hands continued to explore each other and provoked rumbling moans and needy whimpers.

"I want you... so badly," Sora hissed, eyes rolling back when Roxas pulled on his hips, pressing their arousals against each other forcefully. "I can't ignore it any more Roxy..."

"Quit it with the nickname, I'm not a girl," the blonde replied, equally breathless as his thumbs hooked on the waistband on Sora's jeans.

"Heh, but you're just so cute, Roxy," Sora growled, emphasising this statement with a thrust of his hips. He pulled his face away from Roxas's and admired the sight in front of him. "I mean, look at you, all flushed and sweaty and pushed up against the lockers like that..."

"Shut up," Roxas muttered, leaning forward and capturing their mouths in another fervent kiss, trying to reassert some control over the situation as he pushed his tongue into Sora's mouth. Subtly, he began backing the brunette up and Sora didn't realise until the backs of his knees caught on the bench behind him and he fell backwards, taking Roxas with him.

Roxas pinned tanned wrists to the bench as he straddled defined hips, admiring the view and effectively turning the tables. He smirked, panting harshly. "Now look who's all flushed and sweaty and pushed against the bench like that," he said in a croaking voice, hunching over the prone brunette and returning Sora's previous ministrations on the tanned boy's neck.

"H-hey!" Sora gasped, eyes heavily lidded as he got a dose of his own medicine. The feeling of the small but perfectly straight teeth on his throat followed by the quick swipe of that teasing tongue was driving him completely crazy. "You're n-not supposed to do that... it's m-my job!"

He shivered as the blonde chuckled almost maliciously against his flushed skin. "There is no way," these words were emphasised with a roll of his slender hips that provoked incredible friction between their crotches, "I am going to let you of all people dominate me like that." This statement was finished with a bruising kiss, Sora's tongue being completely subdued by Roxas's suddenly very forceful, insistent one that traced the hot wet insides of Sora's mouth as they shared groans and oxygen.

"B-bastard," Sora gasped, eyes rolling back again as Roxas continued to grind himself into Sora's lap.

The blonde grinned, satisfied that he had made their point. He pressed another kiss to Sora's lips and then sat up, earning bewildered looks from the brunette.

"We should get back to the others," Roxas sighed, looking every inch as regretful as Sora felt. He climbed off the brunette and adjusted his jeans before helping Sora to his feet, pulling the boy close for one last breathless kiss. "We'll talk later... and continue where we left off." He winked, and the narcoleptic blushed furiously.

"How the hell am I going to keep my hands off you for an entire evening?" he wailed as they emerged into the corridor and bumped straight into Xion.

Like I said... quality over quantity, right? ;)
Hope this was a suitable apology for my neglect of this fic.
Now, feed the review monster, or he will eat me instead T.T