-waves feebly- Hi people... Sorry about the cliffhanger last week... I felt mean when I got all the reviews (and death threats lolz). Hope this extremely citrusy chapter makes up for it. It's not all that long though, because I'm incredibly ill and drank like a six pack of Red Bull just so that I could finish this on time. Now that it's done, I'm gonna curl up in bed and feel sorry for myself.

Song this week is 'Not An Angel' by City Sleeps, one of my favourite songs of like, all time. It's not a very Roxas sounding song but it just fits so well with this chapter for some reason...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I certainly do not own a Spanish grammar book. What is that red thing sitting on my desk with 'Spanish Grammar' written on it? It's a waffle, obviously.

Kiss and I Will Surrender

Eighteen

Not An Angel

Roxas stared down at the brunette in his clutches with mild disbelief, astounded that Sora of all people had thought ahead enough to bring such things as lubrication and condoms. Sora grinned up at him, his eyes slightly squinted because the sunlight streaming through the roof and filtering through Roxas's hair was blinding him slightly.

Roxas's expression soon shifted though. His lips, which had been parted in a little 'o', closed and twisted into an almost evil smirk, and his eyes darkened and narrowed in blatant lust. Sora shuddered under that heavy gaze; now that they were not afraid to show their feelings for each other, he was fast learning that Roxas sometimes looked at him in an almost animalistic way, like Sora was prey.

Roxas sat up on his elbows, whilst Sora dropped the items he had produced on the blanket next to them, ready to be used when they were needed. Sora bent down and they met halfway in a kiss. It wasn't the nice kissing they had been doing so far, where soft lips grazed each other hesitantly and tongues stroked. No, this was far from nice kissing. It was rough, and messy. Teeth collided as they constantly changed their angles, trying to get leverage over the other. Roxas reached up and grabbed a fistful of soft chocolate hair and tugged roughly, breaking the kiss and jerking Sora's head back, exposing his throat. Sora's Adam's apple bobbed nervously as he swallowed breathlessly, his knees trembling on either side of Roxas's ribs.

Keeping the hold on Sora's hair nearly painfully tight, Roxas tongued the flesh exposed to him whilst simultaneously taking the opportunity to grind his hips upwards. Sora groaned heatedly as he felt that Roxas was already hard in his shorts, staring up at the ceiling because Roxas still had his head jerked back. Sora didn't know what to do with his hands. They lay limply at his sides, twitching in unison with his gasps and moans.

Roxas smirked at how easily he could manipulate Sora. Even when Sora had taken him the night before, pressed up against a rock in the sea, Roxas had been in charge. He may have had a smaller build than Sora but he was by no means a weakling in body or mind. Years spent looking out for only himself had turned him from a sweet boy into someone who took what he wanted, when he wanted.

And right now, he wanted Sora. He missed the feel of their bodies pressed together like a fucking hole in the head.

One minute, Sora was looking at the ceiling, swallowing uncomfortably and wondering why he was getting off on his hair being pulled about, and the next he was suffering from severe motion sickness and Roxas switched their positions faster than he would have thought possible for someone so lean and light. The breath was forced from his body when his back collided with the floor, but he didn't even noticed because Roxas had reattached his mouth to his jugular and was biting down, and fucking hard too.

Starting to think he's a vampire, was the last coherent thought that went through Sora's mind, before his brain took a vacation from doing stuff in favour of just experiencing. Feeling Roxas's weight on his stomach, the golden strands of hair dusting against his jaw as Roxas attacked his neck, the pale, graceful hands skimming up and down his ribs as though they were frets on a guitar. He had no control over the situation; true, if he really wanted to, he could pick Roxas up with one hand and throw him across the room, but he didn't want to. He was surprised to admit it, but he liked Roxas being in charge. Roxas seemed to know what he was doing, and was damn good at it.

Speaking of Roxas, his hands had skimmed even lower now and were playing with the hem of Sora's t-shirt, skirting over his stomach. "Take it off," he ordered into Sora's ear, eliciting a delicious shudder from the submissive brunette. His tone was dripping with demand and Sora felt his cock twitch radically in his increasingly tight shorts.

The blonde scooted back enough to let Sora sit up and peel the shirt off that was sticking to his slightly damp skin and toss it into some recess of the cave. He just sat for a moment, and Sora leaned back on his arms, and Roxas took in the sight he would probably never get used to and didn't really want to. The heat of the day had caused a sheen on moisture to coat Sora's skin. His hairless chest gleamed in the shaft of sunlight.

Roxas licked his lips, finding them dry, and watched as a bead of sweat trickled down Sora's neck, tracing the line of the throat Roxas had been molesting not a minute ago. It pooled briefly in Sora's collarbone, which was protruding because of the way he was leaning on his arms, before continuing south and drawing out a path on the twitching torso. It ghosted over the goosebumps which were illogically rising up, and dipped into Sora's navel, before running off to the side down to one barely concealed hip.

Roxas reached forward and pressed his fingertips to Sora's chest. He barely exerted any pressure, but Sora immediately lay down. Roxas loved that Sora knew exactly what he wanted and was willing to give it to him, even if being submissive wasn't necessarily in his nature. He bent down and licked hungrily at Sora's lips, but before Sora could respond with a kiss, Roxas was moving down, following the path that the drop of sweat had created. His nipped and sucked over Sora's sternum, only stopping to grab the back of his shirt and tug it over his head, before continuing down Sora's trembling body.

Sora bit his lip as he watched the incredible blonde dip his tongue into his navel. Roxas's hair was mussed from removing his shirt, and some of it was sticking to the sides of his face, but this only served to make Sora's dick jump again impatiently against Roxas's chest which was pressed lightly to Sora's crotch. Roxas only raised an eyebrow, that dark, wicked smirk still present. One hand reached down and squeezed authoritatively between Sora's thighs.

Sora repressed another moan, and Roxas immediately stopped, sitting up and grabbing Sora's wrists. Pinching them painfully hard, he pressed them to the ground above Sora's head and kissed Sora ferociously. "You are not allowed," he growled between the mashing of lips and teeth, "to bite your lip, or cover your mouth, or do anything that will keep you quiet. I want to hear every noise you make." He sucked in Sora's swollen lower lip and bit down a bit harsher than necessary, releasing it as Sora let out a low groan. "Only I can bite your lips, or anywhere else for that matter."

He waited for a response, and when Sora nodded, swallowing dryly, the smirk came back to Roxas's features. "Good," he murmured, and then kissed Sora again, gentler than before, sliding his tongue in and teasing Sora's whilst he settled himself between Sora's legs. He moved Sora's wrists together above his head and held them there with the long fingers of one hand, cupping Sora's cheek with the other and running his thumb over the bite marks he had left on Sora's jaw. He could feel the indents in the skin where his teeth had been.

He settled himself more over Sora's body, letting their bare torsos come into contact, stomachs first, then chests, their slick skin gliding together. They both moaned in an unbridled fashion at the contact, still kissing. Roxas had become rough again, pressing their lips together so forcefully that they could feel their own teeth biting into the insides of their mouths. He kissed Sora with bruising force, dragging his nails down his neck and over his shoulder.

He wanted to take his time, so badly, wanted the kissing and the touching and the teasing to last forever, but his crotch was rapidly dominating his brain for control of his body and was making him thrust his hips erratically downwards into Sora's lap. The sweet moans that Sora was making were like gasoline on flames, and they were getting louder and louder as the tension and frustration escalated.

Unable to take the waiting any longer, Roxas released Sora's wrists and sat up, fumbling with his shorts with trembling fingers and instructing Sora to do the same. Sora obeyed immediately, his chest heaving with desire. Roxas clambered out of the clothing as well as his boxers, and then yanked Sora's own clothes down his legs because he wasn't going fast enough. Pale hands pushed tanned hips into the floor and then Sora let out a hoarse groan as the wet heat of Roxas's mouth surrounding his painfully erect arousal.

"F-fuck!" he gasped, trying in vain to buck his hips up into the infuriating heat, but Roxas pressed his hips down and teased the head with his lips. Sora looked down and their eyes met with such eroticism that the brunette thought his skin was going to burst into flames. His hands were grabbing at things; Roxas's hair, his own hair, the blanket beneath him, anything. He just needed to hold something tight as more and more of his dick slipped past those pink lips.

Roxas decided then that giving Sora head was one of his favourite past times. Those incredible cobalt eyes fluttered closed and Sora threw his head back as he let out an unrestrained moan, his face a picture that could inspire wet dreams. He felt Sora's hips jerking under his grasp and watched as the brunette arched his back, stretching his skin tight over his abdomen and making Roxas let out a groan of his own around Sora's dick. Sora was gorgeous. Screw that, he was so sinfully beautiful that Roxas was sure he was going to hell just by looking at him.

And he's going to hell with me, he thought, and then relaxed his air passage and let Sora's arousal slide all the way to the back of his throat.

Sora, on the other hand, thought it was more like heaven than hell. It would have been enough just for Roxas to deep throat him, but then he felt the blonde's strong throat muscles contract around the head of his arousal as Roxas fake-swallowed, and Sora's vision went completely white as he came so forcefully that he forgot to breathe.

Roxas released Sora's spent cock from his mouth when he noticed that Sora's body had gone limp beneath him. He sat up in a panic to find that Sora was unconsciously, a look of shock still on his face and his hands still clenching the blanket.

"Idiot stopped breathing," he muttered with a smirk. He checked to see that the brunette was now respiring properly though, just to be safe. "No matter, I've got something that will wake him up in no time."

He leaned over Sora's unconscious form and reached for the little white tub that had been forgotten until then. It was probably better that he start whilst Sora was down for the count, it would make things a lot easier for both of them.

He hooked his arms under Sora's legs, bending his knees and resting his ankles on Roxas's shoulders, and then uncapped the tub of Vaseline. Taking a generous amount on his fingers and smearing them evenly, he slipped his hand between their bodies and pressed one finger into Sora's body.

He watched Sora's face for signs of pain or consciousness and pushed his index in steadily, finding it to be maddeningly tight but not resistant. Sora's eyebrow's twitched as Roxas wiggled his finger a little. The brunette's cock was reawakening, twitching against his stomach. Roxas grunted a little and adjusted Sora's weight on his shoulders, then slipped a second finger into Sora's tight hole.

That woke the brunette up quite successfully. Sora's eyes fluttered open and as soon as he realised the position he was in and took note of where Roxas's hand was, he involuntarily clenched down so hard on Roxas's fingers that the blonde thought they would break at first.

"Shh," Roxas soothed at the panicked look on Sora's face, bending the brunette in half as he leaned down to kiss him. Sora quietened as Roxas let him dominate the kiss, and released the choke hold on the slender fingers inside him a little, letting out a little whimper as they started to scissor and probe his inner walls. Roxas grabbed his now fully awake erection and gave it a rough tug, and Sora let out a hot groan into their tangled mouths which increased dramatically in pitch when Roxas's fingers located his prostate as though they had been following sat nav directions to it.

"R-Roxas!" he mewled, sending a shiver through Roxas and encouraging him to start sliding the fingers in and out of Sora's body, shallow at first but then quicker and harder as Sora relaxed and started to enjoy it. With every push to his previously never-stimulated prostate, Sora's dick twitched in Roxas's hand, reminding him to continue playing with it. Roxas was back in control of the kiss now, tongue in synch with his thrusting fingers which were now three instead of two.

"Roxas, please!" The weight of the word on Sora's tongue was full of desperation that only furthered Roxas's own impatience. He removed his fingers and grabbed a condom, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it down onto his ignored erection.

He didn't ask if Sora was ready. He grabbed the brunette's legs and hoisted him up into a more prone position, aligned his cock with the twitching orifice, and thrust his hips forward smoothly. Sora initial yelp transgressed into a trembling moan as he was filled quickly and efficiently. He had never felt so full in his life. There was a smacking sound as Roxas's pelvis met with Sora's ass and the blonde hunched slightly, trying to blink away the white dots appearing in his vision at how overwhelmingly tight it was.

"Holy shit," he gasped, and Sora nodded as if it had been a question. He was biting his lower lip and scrunching his face up, whimpering quietly. Roxas reached forwards and smacked him sharply on the cheek. "What did I say earlier?"

He jerked his hips forward, and Sora's eyes widened along with his mouth, and he moaned so loudly that it echoes around the cave. Roxas closed his eyes and let the noise wash over him again and again. He turned his face to the side, pressing a swift kiss to Sora's calf before pulling out and then thrusting back in again sharply.

"Oh my GOD!" Sora hollered, completely throwing modesty to the wings as, as if magnetised to it, Roxas hit his prostate dead on first time. It felt so good he thought he was going to be sick. His chest was heaving as though he was asphyxiating. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he could only feel Roxas surrounding him, sliding inside him, drowning him in a halo of gold.

The sunlight streaming through the hole in the ceiling was hot on Roxas's back. He grunted, rolling his hips again and eliciting another delicious mewl from the brunette beneath him, and then drew out and thrust in again. Sora's heat was maddening and tight and everywhere and driving him fucking crazy. He spared a glance for the boy's face which was dusted with pink and contorted in a mixture of shock, pleasure and discomfort.

Roxas got his wind back after a few seconds. He smirked and started up a frustratingly slow thrusting pace, in and out, in and out, his cock sliding against Sora's inner walls and sparing no nerve ending of the overwhelming sensations. It seemed to send Sora's brain into overdrive, because he started to buck furiously, thrashing against Roxas as if desperately needing more friction. But Roxas didn't want to go too fast, even though it felt so fucking good. He wanted to literally screw Sora senseless, and a quickie was not the way to do that.

So, with some reluctance, he pulled out, much to Sora's immediate dismay. The brunette's head snapped up with a look of alarm.

"What?" he began, but then his question was answered as Roxas rolled them, reversing their positions for the second time. Sora blinked at the sudden change in position. Roxas grasped his rigid sex and lined it up again, holding Sora's hip with the other hand. He guided Sora down slowly, throwing his head back so that his hair spread out around on the old blanket. Sora would have taken the time to admire the wonderful sight, if he wasn't so overwhelmed with the new sensations this deeper position was sending up his spine like vicious electric shocks.

"Ohhhh...." he breathed out, falling forwards but catching himself on his arms, placing them either side of Roxas's head. Roxas leaned up and kissed him roughly, secured his hold on his hips and then slammed Sora down into his lap.

The scream that ripped from Sora's throat was so piercing Roxas thought he had hurt him at first, but when Sora began to undulate on his own, thrusting down onto Roxas's cock and panting out hoarse, stinted moans, Roxas quickly forgot his worries as he surrendered to the pleasure. His ribs were hurting but he didn't care. He tightened his grip on the brunette's hips and started to buck his hips up into him, matching his thrusts and doubling the intensity. He watched Sora's face as his jaw became slack and his eyes glazed over, a healthy blush now firmly painted on his face.

"Roxas..." he gasped out, sounded winded, "I'm gonna... wait... oh god...!" And, in a way he had never thought possible, Sora came again without either of them having touched his dick, his inner passage clenching around Roxas so tightly he almost lost it. He stopped his hips and took a few deep breaths, mimicking Sora who was slumped over him and trembling.

When Sora opened his eyes, they had changed position again. He was on his hands and knees still, but Roxas was no longer beneath him. He had just enough time to look behind him and see a pair of prominent pale hips aligning themselves with his ass before he was slammed full of sensation again, the deepest penetrating yet. His head snapped back as he moaned yet again, his voice growing hoarse from his vocalising. Roxas reached forward and grabbed a fistful of that incredible hair and then began to thrust erratically, his fingers digging viciously into Sora's hip.

It was hard to breathe with his head yanked back so forcefully, but the lack of oxygen only heightened the sensations and caused Sora's cock to defy biology, twitching awake once more. Roxas noticed and his hand reached down to curl around it, pumping it deftly but not rhythmically and not in time with his thrusts, leaving Sora jerking in his grip as the sensations came at random times that he couldn't predict. Roxas couldn't see it, but Sora's eyes had rolled back into his head.

"Fuck... fuck... FUCK!!" Roxas grunted. His hips were making a loud smacking sound as they collided with Sora's ass, a sound that the cave only magnified. The sun was still bearing down on the skin between his shoulder blades and he wondered vaguely if he was going to get sunburn there, but didn't care because right then Sora started a continuously stream of moans like a melody of bliss that was far better than any song Roxas could perform.

"Oh god," he groaned. He wasn't going to last much longer. He wanted to keep going but Sora was just being so submissive and was making the sexiest noises, and the muscles in his back were tensing and bunching under the tanned skin and it was probably the most erotic sight Roxas had ever seen. He had to correct himself though when he looked down and watched his cock slamming in and out of that toned ass, because the sight of that alone was what sent him over the edge.

He snapped his hips forward one last time and positively howled as he came, squeezing hard on Sora's cock and sending the other boy back into the white abyss of oblivion as he pulsed fiercely inside him. Roxas hunched over Sora's jerking form as he rode out the insane orgasm – coming had never felt this good in his life. Thirty seconds passed and he was still coming, and he realised that he had pressed his forehead in between Sora's shoulder blades.

A minute passed and he finally came down from Cloud Million. He pulled out of Sora and fell down to the side of him, flopping down with little grace (or care for it) on the blanket. He trembled in the spotlight of sun, lying limply on one arm as Sora collapsed down on his front. Both held similar expressions of disbelief that anything could feel so good.

They must have fallen asleep at some point after that, or maybe Roxas passed out, because the next thing he knew he was waking up with his back spooned up against Sora who had wrapped his arms around his waist. His skin was warm and pink from lying in the sun too long and he was slightly sticky from not having bothered to clean himself up after the sex.

He carefully extracted himself from Sora's sleeping form and rummaged in his shorts, finding a pack of wet wipes. He cleaned himself up and pulled his shorts on, leaving the t-shirt because it was too hot to pull the black article back on.

The cave was stuffy. He needed some air. He crawled back through the hole and emerged by the fresh waterfall. He didn't even think twice. He stepped into the ice cool water and submerged himself in the torrent of liquid, feeling his body jump to life. He leant forward and braced his arms on the rock face behind the waterfall, letting the water beat down on his back.

"You know, my ass hurts like hell but seeing you like that makes me want to do it all over again."

He looked up to find Sora moving to mimic him. The brunette spikes flattened to Sora's head as he stuck his head under the water and he let out an appreciative groan.

"Hn," Roxas muttered. He was too busy being sent into a world of watery bliss to compose a proper retort.

They stayed there for a few minutes longer before it became too cold to bear, and then Sora challenged Roxas to a sparring competition on the beach with the old wooden swords he had played with as a kid. They both sucked at sword play (though Roxas was a little better thanks to his stint with Seifer and the Yakuza), but it was fun and ended up with them rolling around in the sand, kissing and tickling. Roxas didn't think he had laughed that freely in a long time. It felt good, it felt liberating, and Sora seemed to love it when he laughed.

The sun was going down when they finally collected their things up and made their way back to the boat.

"You wanna drive?" Sora asked as they climbed in and placed their stuff under the passenger seat.

"Wh-what?!" Roxas looked completely bewildered. "I've never driven a boat in my life!"

Sora made a dismissive sound. "It's easier than driving a car. I'll dock up, but you can drive from here to the bay if you want. It's fun." He winked, and without waiting for an answer, pushed Roxas into the driver's seat.

"Turn the key," he said, sliding his arms around Roxas's shoulders and breathing in his ear. The wind gusted gently around them, carrying the scent of salt and their sun cream. Roxas started the ignition and the boat rumbled to life.

Sora cast them off and then returned back to his position behind Roxas. He took Roxas's right hand and placed it on the accelerator lever, threading their fingers together whilst he did the same with the blonde's left on the steering wheel.

"Full lock the wheel to the right," he said, performing action with Roxas. "Now gently ease down on the throttle..." The throttle clicked into coast, and they were gently propelled away from the dock. They twisted the wheel back to straighten their course and puttered out of the shallows, long shadows surrounding the boat as the sun sank behind the silhouette of the palm trees behind them.

Once they were out of the shallow water, Sora let Roxas experiment with the throttle and steering, telling him to aim for different things on the horizon to get used to the boat controls. He sat down in the passenger seat but twisted to look out of the salt-smattered windscreen, enjoying the feel of the wind in his hair. One hand was on Roxas's thigh, massaging gently. Roxas had never felt so at ease before.

How can one person make me feel so many emotions? He wondered, watching Sora laugh and point to a pod of dolphins that began to race the boat. The sea creatures were jumping and making laughing squeaks, as if conversing with Sora. He had a huge grin on his face, and Roxas realised then, as he smiled too, just how badly he had fallen.

But he didn't care. Life felt like it was worth living again. With Sora by his side, he felt like he could accomplish anything. He thought that maybe, he could open his heart again, and let the rest of the world in. Because Sora had proved that not everything in life sucked. He was like a beacon in the dark, enclosed existence Roxas had been leading until now. Everything about Sora screamed of light. He was radiant, and infectious in his radiance.

They reached the bay, and Sora took over the controls. He guided the boat up to its private jetty and Roxas tied it up. Just as the blonde was clipping the last hook in place, Sora crouched down next to him and kissed him right in front of his parent's house.

"Don't freak," Sora murmured, putting his hand over Roxas's, "But I think I'm in love with you."

Yeah, you can probably tell how ill I am after that completely lame ending. Ah well, devz, I don't care. Hope the Seme!Roxas fans are happy, and hope the Seme!Sora fans aren't too outraged.

Oh yeah, I disabled anonymous reviews, sorry. I got kind of sick of people leaving them and asking me questions I blatantly couldn't answer because there is no way of replying to them. Accounts are free, and it takes a few seconds to log in. Sorry if that sounded rude or something, wasn't meant to be, its just something thats been irritating me for a while.

Anyways, I'm gonna go and die now. Byeeeee.