Oh my word, I am so sorry that this is a day late! I kind of lost track of the days this week and didn't realise until midnight last night that I had missed my deadline XD I hope you can forgive me!
We're getting very VERY close to the lemon now, my dearies :D Just bear with me for one more chapter and then you will be making sweet, sweet lemonade ;D
I don't particularly like this chapter, but it was necessary. I threw in lots of limeness for you all as apology for my writing.
The song this week is 'Oh Child' by Nevertheless, a beautiful song that is perfect for the end of the chapter :) Check it out.

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Kiss and I Will Surrender

Fifteen

Oh Child

The ocean sighed as it soothed the shores, creeping up the sand and then sinking back whilst the warm light of the setting sun bathed the coast in vermillion. The call of seabirds sounded in the background like one of those soothing nature CDs, and the silhouettes of small rowboats and fishing vessels dotted the skyline as they made their way back to the little harbour to the west. Salt was on their tongues, telling them of underwater adventures and excursions through sea caves and palm trees.

Even the incessant chatter of Mrs Leonhart couldn't ruin this moment as they stepped off the platform and walked down the fruit-tree canopied path towards the main road. The landscape wavered slightly in the heat, a far cry from the snowscapes of cold, polluted Midgar.

Roxas could have stared at the scene for all eternity, but the way Sora's skin almost glowed in the sunset, and the suddenly startling clarity of the blue in his eyes, and the sun-kissed highlights that appeared in his hair, all distracted him perpetually. Sora was warm, he blended in here and stood out at the same time. He belonged here in the same way that the sand and the sea were forever destined to mingle and wash over each other.

The main road ran along the coast line; on one side were picture-perfect houses built with sturdy but aged wood that was painted fetching shades of blue; on the other side, the waves whispered secrets as they edged back and forth. They passed a group of children playing pirate around a huge rusted anchor which had been set up like a monument. Wooden swords clashed and boys whooped as they climbed on the structure like little monkeys. Further down, a young couple were leaning against the railing and staring out to the horizon, their fingers intertwined and casual chatter flitting between them in dribs and drabs.

"What do you think?" Sora's sapphire eyes were gleaming with nostalgia and pride as they regarded Roxas, awaiting an answer as Mrs Leonhart nattered about this and that and where so and so was studying now and did you know that whatsername had a baby?

"Why the hell did you leave this for Midgar?!" It was the first thing that had popped into Roxas's head as soon as he laid eyes on the perfect little port town, and was the first thing that burst out of his mouth before all the other questions, compliments, and awe-inspired gasps that were rumbling in his mind.

Sora looked around, as if seeing the place for the first time. "I dunno," he mused, tucking his hands behind his head as he walked. It caused his t-shirt to ride up a little bit, showing off a surfer's stomach that Roxas ached to touch. "It's nice and all," Sora continued, "But you get used to it when you live here. There aren't any great art schools here either. And besides," he added in an undertone, "If I hadn't left, I would never have met you!"

Roxas hoped he could pass off his red cheeks as a heat flush. He was all too aware of how pale he was in comparison to everybody here. Sora's mom was even more tanned than her son, and the eyes she had passed down to him were like iridescent jewels set in a dark, smiling face.

"Here we are!" she cooed, pushing open a gate and leaving it open behind her as she practically skipped up the path. The boys followed, shutting the gate (white picket) behind them. The garden stretched back for at least the length of a football pitch, and the lawns were currently being dowsed in sprinklers, showing how they stayed so green in such a hot climate. The house was set further back than its neighbours, edging on the forest of palm trees that spread over the vast majority of the area. And the house was enormous.

What was it that Sora's Dad did again? Roxas pondered as he stared at the looming edifice. It looked to have three floors, and while it wasn't structurally the most elegant of creations (it looked like it had been added to randomly over the years), it had its own charm and was evidently well maintained. There were wide windows set in the front of the house that evidently let the occupants have breathtaking views of the ocean and the small cluster of islands in the distance, and the front porch even had one of those swing seats you see in all the movies. Images of sitting there with Sora, watching the ocean and hearing stories of his childhood filled Roxas's mind and sent strange warmth down to his gut.

The house was as impressive inside as out, and was the complete antithesis of what Roxas had grown up with. Whilst Roxas's family home had been filled with modern sculptures, block primary colours and smooth marble counters, Sora's was a vision of the countryside. The kitchen was flag stoned, with thick timber beams supporting the low ceiling. A navy range cooker was set into the wall and in the centre of the room was a large scrubbed oak table which seemed to serve as both the preparation area and the dining table.

The living room had an old iron wood burner (not that they would ever need it in this heat) and was filled with large upholstered sofas. The stairs creaked and the walls were made of washed-out stone. Pictures of random things like balls of wool and artichoke flowers were hung at odd intervals on the walls. A wonderful pastel picture of Sora as a child hung halfway up the first flight of stairs. The smell of wood and cooking filled the entire home. It felt incredibly lived in, and Roxas immediately felt at ease.

The house was large enough that it had an east wing and a west wing. Sora's parents and his older brother occupied the west wing, which was larger and had more bedrooms, and Sora occupied the east wing by himself. There were only two bedrooms in the east wing and they were up on the top floor of the house – one was Sora's room and the other was a guest room which had already been prepared for Roxas to occupy. The two rooms shared an en suite bathroom. There was also a study and a small living room.

Sora's mom (who insisted that Roxas also call her Mom) had vanished into the back of the house where the pantry was, and left Sora to give Roxas a tour of the east wing. Red sunlight streamed into the landing where they now stood, warming the worn carpet. Roxas was currently pushed up against the wall and Sora was pressing hot kisses to his neck and jaw, grinding their hips together as their hands lazily explored each other.

"S-Sora...!" the blonde gasped when he felt straight teeth nipping at his collarbone; his pale fingers combed through warm brown locks whilst soft lips fastened onto his skin and Sora's tongue swept across rising goosebumps.

"Mmm?" the brunette replied. His hands were teasing at the hem of Roxas's shirt and skimming across his belly, making the muscles twitch.

"Wh-what if your Mom catches us?!" The end of this statement ended in a stifled groan as Sora thrust his hips forward and rubbed their straining erections together. Sora moaned into the junction of his neck and shoulder and repeated the action.

"She won't," he said with certainty, moving up for a chaste kiss, rubbing their noses together. "And don't worry about being heard either... I had twenty people over here once and they didn't hear a peep in the west wing."

"B-but..." Roxas stammered, his eyes rolling back when one tanned hand snuck into his jeans and squeezed firmly. Whatever protest he had been about to say was lost when Sora kissed him again, thrusting his tongue into the blonde's mouth as he man-handled Roxas.

"You have no idea how hard it is to keep my hands off you in front of Mom," Sora growled between kisses. Roxas was trying to keep his head, but his thoughts were so far away as his Sora smothered him, stole his soul away through his perfect lips. It felt alien and strange – but so goddamn right. He was even coming to enjoy it when Sora had him pressed up against something in a compromising position, with Roxas unable to do anything except be ravished and dominated. He would never have pegged himself as submissive in any way, until he was wrapping his legs around slim, powerful hips and grinding their crotches together desperately in search of friction.

They eventually moved from the landing into Sora's bedroom, where Roxas took the opportunity to turn the tables – much as he enjoyed submitting, he couldn't get rid of his aggressive, dominating side, and Sora didn't seem to mind either as he was pinned to the bed beneath the slimmer blonde. Sora's blue t-shirt was torn over his head and flung into some recess of the room and then Roxas was dragging his blunt nails loosely over the bronzed skin and kissing Sora's heaving chest.

He had never wanted anything so much before. He wanted to drown in the frenzied gasps and fiery touches that took away all of his strength and willpower. When he looked up from dragging his teeth over one jutting nipple, he wished that he could have taken a picture with his mind – the expression of bliss on that suntanned face, the way Sora's lips were parted to allow his shaky breaths to escape, his furrowed eyebrows as he concentrated on the sensations coursing through his trembling body – it was an image Roxas wanted to remember forever.

He crawled up the brunette's body and lowered himself onto Sora fully as he pressed their lips together again. Their tongues danced between mouths as they fought for control, hands fisting into each other's hair almost painfully. Roxas greedily swallowed every mewl and whimper, every groan that came from Sora, indulging in the taste of ocean and sugar and taking pride that it was he that was eliciting those delicious noises.

They were rudely jolted from their enjoyment of each other by Sora's mother calling them downstairs to help with the dinner.

"She picks the worst times," Sora growled, smacking his head back onto the covers as Roxas groaned and rolled off him. They sat up and shared one more kiss, swift and delicious.

They changed out of the clothes they had been wearing to travel (resisting the urge to jump each other as more and more skin was revealed), throwing on cooler pairs of shorts and loose t-shirts, before padding down the staircase to the ground floor and into the kitchen. Sora was immediately set to work on preparing some vegetables, and Roxas being the guest, was given the easy task of stirring a stew every now and then whilst Mrs Leonhart probed him with questions.

"So Roxas, what do you do?"

"I'm a musician."

"Oh FANTASTIC! How wonderful!" Sora's mom cried as she hacked at some raw chicken breasts with a very large knife. "And how do you know my darling son?"

"One of my band mates is going out with Kairi..."

"Oh she's a darling isn't she? She's always so sweet when she comes to visit! Oh, so you and Riku are in the same band then? How lovely!"

Sora's eyes had glazed over as he prepared the vegetables; his mother's voice washed over him in a sea of excited squeals and cooing. Roxas envied him for not having to join in with the conversation. Sora's mother dashed over to the range cooker where Roxas was stood and added the chicken to the stew he was stirring, giving him an affectionate pat on the shoulder as she did so.

"And what a coincidence that you two share the same birthday!" she cried for quite possibly the sixth time that evening. "I can't believe that Sora's twenty years old now, it's enough to make me feel old!" She certainly didn't look like the mother of a twenty year old. Roxas wouldn't have put her as older than thirty, and there was barely a crease in her tanned skin to indicate her age.

The heavy front door slammed then, jolting her out of her one-sided conversation. "Oh Sora, your father's home!" she cried, bustling off into the hallway.

"Joy," Sora muttered, beheading a carrot viciously. A deep voice answered Mrs Leonhart's unintelligible prattle and then she was re-emerging with a tall, well-built man in a suit being dragged in her wake. It was clear where Sora got his endless energy from as she bounced across the flagstones and shoved the man at Roxas.

"Roxas, meet my husband! You can call him Dad though!" She grabbed their hands and thrust them together before jerking them up and down to make them shake hands. "Honey, this is Sora's friend Roxas!"

Sora's dad was tall – he was at least six inches taller than Roxas who was by no means short. He had the same chocolaty hair as Sora, although the spikes had been tamed down, and it was evident where Sora got his well-built frame from. He looked down at Roxas sternly, and the blonde found himself cringing under the gaze as if he were naked – while the man's eyes were not as startling as Sora's or his Mom's, they were still an intense shade of blue that seemed to ream into your very soul and read your thoughts.

"Pleasure to meet you," Mr Leonhart eventually gruffed before stalking out of the room to hang up his coat and put his briefcase away. Roxas thought his knees were going to give way – he had never been so nervous in front of an adult before, and Roxas took pride in the fact that he was scared of nobody.

The ominous man walked back into the room, ducking his head as he walked through the low door way, undoing his tie and giving his wife a quick kiss on the cheek as she started to wash up some of the utensils she had already used. Sora continued to cut up vegetables, a scowl on his face.

A shadow fell over the table as Sora's Dad stood at the end of it and looked at his youngest son. Sora didn't look up, but his chopping became more erratic as he attacked some innocent potatoes. "When did you arrive?" the man muttered, sounding like he couldn't give a flying fuck.

"About an hour ago," Sora replied through gritted teeth.

"Still doing that bloody art course?" Mr Leonhart was leaning over the table slightly now. Sora looked up and met his gaze. Mrs Leonhart bustled around in the background as if nothing was wrong. Roxas shifted awkwardly, as though he shouldn't really be there.

"Yes," Sora hissed defiantly.

Mr Leonhart blinked and stood up straight with a grumble. "Well, when you get your head out of the clouds, there's a place at the company, where you belong."

"My answer isn't going to change, Dad. I don't want the same things you want." Sora was cutting the vegetables again resolutely. "I want to be a published artist, not vice president to a boat company."

Roxas remembered then what Mr Leonhart did for a job. He ran a company that produced and manufactured ships and cruise liners, and had been pressuring both Sora and his older brother Squall into inheriting the company, though neither held any interest for it. No wonder they were able to afford such a huge house, they had to be absolutely minted.

The sharp exchange between father and son appeared to be over, as Sora's Dad growled and stalked off into the main living room. The sound of the television drifted into the kitchen and mingled with the bubbling sounds of the stew. Sora added all of the vegetables to the concoction and Roxas stirred, whilst the two shared a look.

Sora rolled his eyes, and while his mother's back was turned, he pressed a quick kiss to Roxas's cheek. "Telling him about us is going to be no picnic," he warned, taking the wooden spoon from the blonde and stirring more vigorously.

"We can always just not tell them," Roxas replied quietly, but Sora shook his head.

"No. Even though we only just sorted our feelings out, you're an incredibly important person to me, and I have no intention of hiding our relationship for the entire time we're here. I'll tell them after dinner, and then we can go for a walk whilst Dad cools off."

The prospect of a walk on the beach indeed sounded tempting, so Roxas agreed. "Okay then, but we tell them together. I can see you don't get on well with your Dad, I don't want you doing it by yourself."

Sora threw him a warm smile. "You don't have to, but if that's how you feel..."

"It is," Roxas insisted, and once more kissed his boyfriend (it felt so good to call Sora that). The brunette returned the kiss swiftly before moving away and taking the various chopping boards and knives he had used over to the sink, where his mother was still washing up.

"When is Squall getting here then Mom?" he asked as he picked up a tea towel and started to dry things.

"Oh, he's already here! He and that darling Rinoa have been down at the harbour all afternoon. Do you know that they've finalised the wedding date already?"

"He never told me," Sora grumbled.

"Well he never tells us anything either dear, so don't worry!" Mrs Leonhart kissed her son's cheek. "Now then, why don't you and Roxas head down and fetch them? You can show him the harbour then, it does look lovely in the sunset!"

"Are you sure you don't need any more help?" Roxas asked as he gave the stew one last stir and then covered it with the lid.

"I'm positive! Go on, enjoy yourselves! You didn't come here to help me cook, now did you?"

It was considerably cooler outside when they left the house. The sun was almost gone, ducking beneath the horizon and setting the ocean aflame. The sky was now a wonderful navy blue and the first stars were winking into view. The boats which had been on the skyline earlier were now all docking up on private jetties or making their way towards the harbour.

When they were out of the sight of the house, Sora grabbed Roxas's hand and squeezed.

"Sorry about my Dad," he mumbled. Their footsteps echoed down the paved sidewalk. All the children from earlier had vanished and had been replaced with elderly couples making their way back to their homes. They were given a few reproachful glances as they walked hand in hand, but they duly ignored them.

"It's cool, really," Roxas assured him. They were silent for a few minutes then, taking in the sights and smells. The wind had dropped and the ocean was as flat as an empty swimming pool. If Roxas squinted hard enough, he could make out the dorsal fins of dolphins surfacing around the islands.

"So you mentioned a couple of days ago that you knew my brother?" Sora suddenly piped up.

"Um, yeah," Roxas hedged uncertainly. He wasn't sure if Sora knew about the kind of crowd Squall was involved in. "Back when I was friends with Seifer."

Sora didn't bat an eyelid. "Yeah, I figured as much," he sighed. "Squall has taken defying Dad to the extreme, really. He's involved with all the wrong people. But he seems to like it, and Rinoa keeps his feet on the ground, so I don't say anything. And Mom and Dad don't know."

"He seemed to be a nice enough guy," Roxas said. Sora had fished some lollies from his pocket, and the blonde accepted the green one he was given. They sucked on the sweets, twiddling the sticks in their mouths. "He struck me as the strong, silent type when I met him."

"Haha, that's Squall alright," Sora laughed. "Conveys everything with a look. Kind of like Dad."

They had reached the harbour. The smell of fish was rife, and fishermen were bustling back and forth with crates of their catch. Elderly people were watching with interest. At the end of the stone jetty, they spotted a tall dark brunette man with a slight, dark haired girl on his arm. They were peering into a lobster pot, and the girl was laughing and pointing, as a pincer rose from the basket as if shaking in annoyance, like a fist.

"Well, there they are," Sora announced. He didn't move to go any closer to them though, instead staring past them to the largest island, which was now nothing more than a shadow on the darkening ocean. The lampposts were lighting along the shoreline, one by one.

"You okay?" Roxas asked, nudging the brunette's side.

"Yeah, just pissed at my Dad," Sora muttered. "No 'Hello' or anything, just launched straight in with criticising me."

Roxas sighed. He knew all too well what Sora was talking about. It was part of the reason that he had run away. His father had deeply disapproved of his music, and thought Roxas was better suited becoming a lawyer like him. Roxas still didn't talk to his parents, although Cloud tried to get them to meet up at every birthday and Christmas.

"Sorry, didn't mean to bum you out like that," Sora suddenly said, pulling Roxas close and pressing a kiss to his lips.

"No problem," Roxas grinned, leaning into the kiss and letting his arms encircle Sora's waist. The world paled into the background as they became lost in each other again, concentrating only on the touch of lips and the sharing of gasps.

"Well, this is an interesting development."

They broke apart in the same way that they had done when Xion had caught them, blushing furiously and looking anywhere but each other. Squall cocked his head to the side, mirth shining in his eyes. Rinoa giggled and clutched onto her fiancée's arm a little tighter.

"Never put you down as gay, Sora," Squall teased, ruffling his little brother's hair affectionately. Roxas chuckled as Sora pouted cutely.

"Neither would I have until a few days ago," Sora muttered, trying to fix his spikes. He gave Rinoa a kiss on the cheek and hugged Squall quickly. "This is Roxas. You may have met already."

Squall nodded at Roxas, who returned it respectfully, and Rinoa waved cheerfully.

"Wouldn't have put you as gay either, Strife," Squall continued with raised eyebrows. It was Roxas's turn to pout.

"You two suit each other though," Rinoa added.

"Told Dad yet?" the older Leonhart asked. The rapid paling of Sora's face explained everything. "Thought not. We won't say anything, don't worry."

"Thanks," Sora smiled, and was rewarded with another hair ruffle. They wandered back up to the house, catching up on everything they had missed in the few months since they had last seen each other, discussing the wedding and Roxas and Sora's relationship. The sun was completely gone but the air was still pleasantly warm, warm enough that they didn't need sweaters. Insects buzzed in the bushes, and the occasional splash as a fish or dolphin broke the surface of the water cut through the humidity.

They were sent by Mrs Leonhart to wash their hands when they got in the house and then instructed to go into the dining room, which Roxas had not previously seen. It was apparently where the family ate when they had guests over, rather than at the table in the kitchen, and it was already laid out with shining silverware and wine glasses. Mr Leonhart sat at the head, reading a paper with disinterest. He grunted a greeting at Leon and Rinoa as they took their seats. Leon sat at the other end of the table with Rinoa on his right and Sora on his left. Roxas sat next to Mr Leonhart, and when Mrs Leonhart had laid out all their plates, piled high with delicious food, she sat on her husband's other side, opposite Roxas.

Aside from the occasional snide remark from Sora's father, the meal was uneventful. Sora and Roxas were given late birthday presents (Roxas protested but Mrs Leonhart was insistent that he accept their gifts), and Squall and Rinoa talked every one through their plans for the wedding, which was set to be held that summer.

After the meal, Sora gave Roxas, Squall and Rinoa a meaningful look. They quickly realised what he meant by it, and the engaged couple got up and started clearing the plates, making themselves scarce.

Sora sucked in a breath. "Mom, Dad," he said. His voice came out a lot more tremulously than he had intended. His parents looked at him, his mother with a look of adoration and his father with unhidden scathing. "I have to tell you something."

His Dad snorted. "Don't tell me. You and this bimbo are dating." He pointed at Roxas, who was evidently supposed to be the 'bimbo'.

There was silence for a moment. Roxas and Sora looked at each other. "Well..." Sora started. His mother's eyes widened and his father's face went from white to green to purple.

"YOU ARE?!" he bellowed, and everyone jumped as he smacked his large hands down on the table.

"Calm down dear!" Mrs Leonhart cried, grabbing her husband's arm. She looked at Sora and Roxas with an incredulous expression. "Explain," she said. It wasn't an angry voice, but was certainly confused.

"Yes, please do," Mr Leonhart growled. "You!" he shouted at Sora, who flinched in his seat. "I thought you liked girls! What happened to all those girls you brought home when you were in school?!"

"I don't understand it any more than you do, Dad!" Sora yelled, startling Roxas. The brunette rose in his seat and planted his hands on the table. "We just... I don't know... we just work, okay? We're a good couple!"

"I don't want to hear it!" his father shouted, covering his ears.

"Listen to me!" Sora roared. Everyone jumped as the usually well-tempered boy smacked his hands on the table in a similar way to his father. "I'm sick of you judging everything about me, Dad! Can't you just accept that I don't want to be like you?!" He ducked his head as tears threatened to fall. "I don't know why I like Roxas. I just do! He makes me happy! And if you can't accept that, then I'll remove myself from your life just like Squall has done!"

"Don't be so extreme, Sora," his mother started, but Sora interrupted her.

"No, I mean it! I won't answer your calls, I won't tell you what I've been up to, I'll come home once in a blue moon! Is that what you want Dad? You've already segregated the family enough with your obsession in getting us to follow in your footsteps. And now, because I'm dating a guy, you're going to make it worse?!"

He stopped then and slumped down in his chair. Roxas swallowed, feeling like he should add something but not know what. Sora was breathing hard and clenching his fists. His father was pulling a similar pose.

"Maybe you two should go for a walk," Mrs Leonhart said to the two teenagers, rubbing her husband's arm. "We'll chat about this."

Sora sighed tiredly and nodded, heaving himself out of the chair. Roxas scrambled to his feet. Sora went around the table and kissed his mother's cheek before marching out, Roxas following.

"Well, that went as well as can be expected of my father," Sora muttered, kicking a pebble angrily. They had walked down to the shore and were trudging through the sand. Roxas would stop to skim a stone on the flat ocean water every now and then.

"Sorry for all the trouble I've caused," Roxas sighed.

"Not your fault," the brunette grunted in reply. He flopped down on the sand and kicked his trainers off. Roxas sat down next to him. They were silent for a moment. Sora stared at his hands as they worked grains of sand through the fingers.

"Hey," Roxas said after a few minutes. "Promise me you won't stop talking to your family like you threatened."

"I will if he continues to be so obtuse," Sora growled, grabbing a particularly large stone and throwing it at the black expanse of water that was slowly ebbing back and forth over the moon-washed sand.

"Sora, please," Roxas said, grabbing the brunette's hand. "I haven't spoken to my parents in five years because they wouldn't see things my way, and I'm finding it really, really hard to fix things. Promise me you won't make the same mistakes as me."

Sora sighed. "I can't make a promise like that right now." He flopped backwards, lying back on the sand and staring up at the thousands of stars that shone down on them. "I'm too stressed out, Roxas."

A wicked though occurred to Roxas. He looked around to see if anyone was about, and finding them alone, he quickly crawled over and straddled Sora's hips. "Maybe you need some stress relief then, hm?" he teased. Before Sora could protest, he pushed up the brunette's shirt and started to kiss his tense stomach, fingers working on Sora's shorts fastening.

The brunette sucked in a breath. "Roxas..." he whimpered, feeling himself growing hard already. "What if someone sees?"

"Fuck 'em," the blonde mumbled, and the sound of a zipper being drawn reached Sora's ears. Water washed up against the soles of his bare feet and then sank backwards again as Roxas reached into the boardshorts and released Sora's pulsing length. He wasted no time, immediately taking the leaking head into his mouth and sucking gently.

"Oh god..." Sora whimpered. He wanted to put his hands in Roxas's hair but didn't want to get the blonde covered in sand. Roxas relaxed and let more of Sora's dick slip into his mouth, tonguing it gently as he dragged his lips back up it and then sank down again, taking even more in towards his throat.

"You know, for a man-whore you give ridiculously good head," the brunette victim said with a shaking groan as he felt the blonde's nose graze against his belly. This seemed to spur Roxas on, as he increased the suction and began to drag his tongue more roughly against the underside of Sora's cock, contracting his throat muscles around the head as he fake swallowed.

It didn't take long for Sora to come. By now, Roxas had worked out what he liked best, and as the brunette gave a long, juddering gasp and spilt down the blonde's throat, he felt all the tension leave his body along with his cum. He shuddered once, twice, and then collapsed bonelessly against the sand, not even aware that he had been arching his back and bucking his hips until he lowered them to the ground.

Roxas sat up and wiped his mouth, grinning devilishly and doing up Sora's pants for him. He rolled off of Sora, snuggling into his side and kissing him gently. "Feel better?"

"Yeah, but now I really want to fuck you," the brunette admitted with a cheeky grin.

"Who says you'll be doing the fucking?" Roxas responded with a raised eyebrow.

Sora groaned. "How the hell are we going to settle this?" he grumbled, throwing his hands up and spraying sand everywhere. "We'll never get anything done if we keep fighting about... about..."

"About who tops?" Roxas supplied helpfully.

"Yeah," the brunette grunted, flushing.

"Maybe we could take turns?"

There was a pregnant pause.

"What, like, switch? Would that work?"

"I don't see why not," Roxas said with a shrug. "But we'd have to decide who gets to top first."

"Maybe we should just... go with the flow," Sora said, making fluid, wavy movements with his hands to try and emphasise his point. "I dunno... maybe when the time comes one of us will feel more dominant than the other... and then next time maybe the other will feel more controlling..."

"So you're saying we shouldn't think too much about it?" Roxas interpreted, scratching his cheek. "It could work... better than fighting for it, I guess."

Sora 'mmm'ed in reply. They lay there, staring up at the incredible canvas of diamonds spread out above them. "Still want to fuck you though."

"We'll see," Roxas chuckled. "We don't have to jump into anything."

"Yeah, but I don't see why we have to wait either," Sora said, waggling his eyebrows.

Roxas rolled his eyes. "So you're saying you want to do it right now? Here?"

"Well, why not? Not on the sand though... hey, wanna go for a swim?" Even as Sora eagerly posed this question, bouncing up and down in the sand, he was tugging his shirt off and pushing his shorts down his legs. "Last one in is a rotten egg!"

Roxas had no chance to protest. The sight of a very nearly naked Sora jogging into the warm black waters was enough to persuade him anyway. Trying to make it look like he wasn't rushing, he yanked off his clothes, leaving his boxers on like Sora, and followed the brunette into the sea.

It was warm, so warm. Even without the sun, the sea was like bathwater. Roxas swam out to where he could see the brunette spikes poking out of the water. Just as he reached Sora, the tanned boy tipped his head back, soaking his hair and arching his back. He looked incredible then – bathed in moonlight, with salt water rolling off his chest and a look of utter serenity on his face.

He really belongs here, Roxas thought, something in his stomach jerking, making his mouth go dry. He put his feet on the seabed and pushed through the water towards the brunette. He slipped his arm under Sora's neck and pulled him upright and into an embrace, water tumbling down the brunette's back from his hair.

"You're beautiful," Roxas murmured, kissing Sora's neck as their chests pressed together. Tanned arms slipped around his shoulders and then Sora was kissing him. Roxas's eyes fluttered closed and it was just them, surrounded by an expanse of calm, opaque water that rippled quietly around them and reflected the moonlight onto their skin. Tongues caressed each other lazily, taking their time. Their hearts thumped in their chests, picking up the same rhythm after a few minutes. They breathed through their noses, calmly at first but then getting heavier as their excitement grew and they pressed closer together.

They broke the kiss eventually and nuzzled at each other's throats. Roxas trailed his hands up and down Sora's back, skimming against his boxers. "I need you." It took Roxas a moment to realise that he had said it.

"Me too," Sora gasped in reply. They kissed again, urgently. "I want you, Roxas."

AHH I'm so EVIL!! But there is no denying what will happen next! -waggles eyebrows- Sorry for cutting you off like that guys! -cackles-

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