Chapter Two: What're You Dreaming About?
"Ahn…" it was a soft sound, barely escaping the blonde's lips. He writhed under the sheets, nails digging into the redhead's pale shoulders, hardly able to take the excruciating pleasure borne between their union, those smooth hands working him into an oblivion. His soft cries were replaced with twisting moans and strangled mewls, exciting his partner. 'Just a little longer…' he thought desperately, a tingle wracking his body to signify his coming release.
"Roxas…" Axel groaned, his thrusts heavy with need and fervent desire. He drew up his strength and gave one last spurt, slumping over the smaller teen's form. His ragged breath set the boy on fire, consuming his physical being like a burning blanket.
Their lips met briefly, showing the other their weary appreciation, the joy that they were one, despite their lack of oxygen and sapping strength. One last fatal cry sounded, the final release imminent…
"Ahn…" Sora's cry startled Roxas from his wet dream, his face flushed from its intensity as his brain stuttered to come back to reality. When he realized his twin was still sleeping and had not bore witness, he relaxed.
That was, until Sora cried out again, twisting under the blankets as if they seared him. He knew all too well what was going on. The corners of his lips tightened in anger. 'It's just a phase, Sora. You'll get out of it…' he consoled himself. 'Man, what was I doing, dreaming about-'
"Riku…" Sora interrupted his thoughts.
'No, Axel.' He thought crossly, slipping from his bed and kneeling next to his twin's bed. "Kairi…" he whispered softly. "Kairi…"
It was a dirty trick, and he knew it, but…he just couldn't accept it. He couldn't even consider himself gay, so his twin couldn't either!
Sora quieted, so Roxas took care of his business, ridding himself of the sodden boxers and taking a nice, long hot shower.
Certain activities often invoked deep thinking, some of which that was forgotten once said activity was done. These activities normally happen in the bathroom, be it shaving one's legs, washing one's hair or ridding oneself of excrement.
Unfortunately for Roxas, he chose to shower, an activity that not only included hair washing, but body washing as well, so he got twice the amount of thought.
'Why do I do this to him?' he scolded himself. 'I should want to see him happy.'
'But seeing him happy won't be fair for you… So many times you've desired something, but could not even hope for it.'
'It's still not fair. Just because I can't deal with it…'
'Shut up. You're doing what's best for him. He'll be far happier with Kairi than Riku. Kairi's a girl first of all, and second of all, that means Sora will have an easier time in society with a wife, not some horny boyfriend. That's all Riku ever could be, a man that screws another man. I know for a fact he doesn't care for Sora like a true boyfriend would. He only covets what he can't have.'
'That's true. He's a playboy, Sora would get hurt. I can't have that. Sora's too delicate.'
'Exactly. We're doing what's best, you'll see…'
He smiled to himself as the pipes groaned when he turned off the shower, the excess water draining at his feet. He wasn't doing wrong. Sure, he still had his doubts, but he only wanted to see his brother happy, even if that meant trampling on a few things in the process.
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"Hey…." Riku greeted his redhead friend, sitting next to him on the smooth concrete wall. It had been erected to keep animals out, but being only three feet tall, it served mainly as a roost for teenagers.
"Hey…. Something wrong?" Axel added once he noticed the grim look on his teal-eyed friend.
"I can't stop dreaming about him Axel… last night…it…it's hard. I woke up… it felt so real. I thought I'd wake with him in my arms…"
"Reality has a habit to bite you in the ass." Axel said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. "And if it's any help, I had a dream about The Problem."
"You had a wet dream about Roxas?"
"Get your jaw back up. So what, I once had one about you. Biggest turn off of my life." Axel shuddered, the image making itself known to his mind.
Riku had a feeling it was better humans couldn't send each other mental pictures.
"I don't see why you don't just grab Sora and tell him how you feel. At least kiss him or something…"
"Axel…" Riku said warningly, trying to stop the conversation from going where he knew it was bound to go.
"What? I'm not telling you to have sex with him or anything."
"You were thinking it." Riku accused.
"You hurt me so, having no faith in me."
The silver-haired teen rolled his eyes, hopping off the wall. "I'm leaving."
"Oh come on, I'm not that unbearable." He paused, seeing the brunette exit his house, a grin lighting his face. "Ah, I see. Have fun! Make sure to change your boxers!" He slipped off the wall as Riku calmly flipped him off, heading towards the school.
He always seemed to be alone on the way there.
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'This is why vacations suck…' Kairi thought to herself crossly, sliding the razor down her leg once more. She had ended up at home for most of the three weeks they were away, so she had had no excuse to shave. Unfortunately, this meant her hair grew, and from years of shaving, it came back with a vengeance.
She grimaced as she saw the thick bristles wash down the drain when she rinsed off her razor. 'Yuk. I'm never going to let myself go again. What would Sora think?'
She blinked.
'Why do I care what Sora thinks?' she contemplated this, lathering up her other leg to work on. 'Roxas has been pushing it lately… Is Sora really into me?'
"Oh yuk!" she exclaimed, curly hair getting stuck between the blades within a few seconds of shaving.
'No way he could be. Not if he knew I was this gross…' she thought disgustedly. 'And why don't they make it so we can work two razors at a time? This is taking forever.'
"Hey Kairi!" Namine burst into the room, unabashed by her nudity. She had barged in on her best friend more than once, so it was old news. Kairi even had gotten used to it.
"Hey Namine…" she said vaguely still mixed up in her reverie while making sure all the hair was gone from the fleshy strip amidst the white shaving cream.
"What do you think of a cruise?"
"I haven't been on one in a while, why?"
Namine grinned, clasping her hands together. "You'll like this…"
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Demyx sipped some water nervously to moisten his dry mouth. Two days into the class, and he already had a feeling his grades were slipping. It wasn't that he was bad at his work, it was just…that teacher made him so nervous!
Zexion passed by, his cold, calculating blue eyes glancing down at his paper to make sure he was actually doing his work. He said nothing and moved on. It was a good sign.
'It's not fair…' Demyx thought to himself, trying his best to not sound whiney, even in his mind voice. 'Why'd I get stuck in this class? I'm not even smart. They so did not do this right… they won't let me switch out either! Not fair not fair not fair!'
Zexion stepped onto his podium, surveying the class in their silent work. He wasn't a bad man, nor was he cruel. Simply, he was structured. He enjoyed everything fitting together snuggly and he liked people working efficiently. Perhaps he was a little harsh, but teenagers needed some discipline; he found, rather, to his distaste, that many teachers were far too lax in their classes. That was the only small amount of forgiveness he allowed his students, knowing it was hardly their fault they had no idea how to act.
He sighed inwardly, watching the oddball of the group struggle to take notes. The tulip amongst roses, Demyx he found rather irksome. The blond reminded him vaguely of himself, even if it was quite the opposite.
In the past, he had graduated early. He wasn't of genius caliber, he was smart, yes, but not -that- smart. Simply, he had nothing better to do as he was lacking in the social skills department, so during their winter and summer breaks, he had taken extra courses. This gained him enough credits to graduate early.
He remembered in college, how a professor had often picked on him. He had been so frail back then, already abused from his lack of friends. It was then he found himself taking comfort in another man. It had been a brief exchange, but he knew from that moment on, he had no interest in women.
This held true even now. And, as he watched the blond struggled, he wondered vaguely if perhaps the blond was the same as him, though he held no sexual attraction towards him. He may be a young teacher, but he wasn't desperate. To him, sex was a minor detail of life.
"Class…" he said in his usual crisp tone. It was soft, but it demanded attention, and attention is what it normally got. "We are having a test in two classes. I'm giving you the liberty to start your studying now, as it will be on three units. That means twenty eight chapters. Don't waste this time, or I will give you more work to do."
A slight murmur rose, but it died instantly under his wilting gaze, books falling open as the students started to desperately memorize definitions, phrases and what could be considered important details.
This was his favorite part of class. It was then he could relax and survey the room to make sure no one stepped out of line while he worked on articles that served as side payments for luxury. He was familiar with the concepts of Thoreau, (what good psychology teacher wasn't regardless of the fact it was foreign), but he found that forcing everyone on the same beat made his life easier and prepared his students for the next level. He wasn't the only one with the selfish ambition of making everyone the same, his professor had done the same to him.
Now… he fixed his eyes onto the one bad egg of the class. This little one was giving him quite a headache. He couldn't boot him from the class, regular psychology was filled and the course was required for graduation. He wasn't evil. He had tried to find another student to perhaps take his place, but it wasn't happening. Like all schools, groups of students stuck together going through teachers according to their level of performance. C students couldn't magically become A students.
He knew of course, if this student became worse, he'd have to go to his house to check up on him. It wasn't something he wanted to do, he found it utterly pointless. The parents were never much help.
Demyx was sweating profoundly by now. He had noticed his teacher's gaze was falling primarily on him, and it scared him. Whatever Zexion-sensei was thinking about, it couldn't be good.
Zexion realized he was staring and quickly averted his gaze, knowing the effect it had on students. 'I wonder what they see…' he thought idly, sitting back in his chair and turning his piercing eyes to the ceiling as he stroked the keys of his beloved laptop. 'Do they see nothing? Is that was scares them?' He flicked his eyes to the shiny metal of his clipboard, reflecting his blue orbs. 'Is it an abyss of ice and snow? A point of no return?'
That described him rather well, didn't it? He didn't do anything without reason, always calm and calculated. He had only one serious relationship and even when it went downhill he had not given up until the man had gotten a restraining order on him and finally moved to America.
He wasn't the type to get into something that wouldn't last for less than three years.
The bell ran and the students scrambled to get out of his class room, scurrying like little ants under a magnifying glass. If he had looked more into it, he would have considered himself the magnifying glass.
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Riku found himself staring. For once, it was not at Sora, but instead, his twin brother. Just what was going through Roxas' mind? The blond was staring intently at Axel, who had his back to him, a strange heat across his cheeks.
He had always known the teen to be a hater of gays, but he had never seen him look at someone with such loathing before. Sure, Roxas normally glowered at him as well, which confused him since he had never come out of the closet to him. It was amazing how Axel could not feel such a stare, Riku could even feel the heat coming off of it.
On cue, Axel turned, meeting the eyes of Roxas.
Immediately the blond turned his gaze elsewhere, but the damage was already wrought. Riku met Axel's gaze and gave him a bewildered smile. He had a feeling he knew what was going to happen next…
Axel lifted Roxas' chin to look him square in the eye, dangerously close to the blond. "Is there something you wanted?" he asked softly.
Roxas wrestled out of his grip, hissing. Axel found it hard to be afraid, with the blonde's hair a fuzzy, mussed nest and heat spreading across his flesh. "Get away from me!"
"You were the one staring. You know I'm no foreigner to men, so it was only natural I took it one way."
"You're doing something, I just know it." Roxas said through clenched teeth, the wet dream from the morning fresh in his mind. "Only you would have done that!"
Axel blinked innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about." That was true, he was quite confused.
"YES YOU DO! I WOULD NEVER DRE-" Roxas faltered, eyes going wide as Axel quickly put the puzzle together, stepping close.
'Now it's getting good…' Riku thought, wishing he had popcorn.
"Dream? Is that what you were going to say? Now Roxy baby, what kind of dream was it that'd get you so flushed?" His hand curled around the blonde's bicep, the other sliding up the other teen's back and fitting snugly against the back of his neck.
"Go away…" Roxas said feebly, backing up with no success of getting away from the redhead's grip.
"When someone stares at me, I feel like that means they want me," he murmured, bending a little so that he was near the blonde's lips. Blue eyes pleaded with his green ones, yet he was unsure of what they were pleading for. It seemed unclear if the awaiting kiss was wanted or disgustingly rejected.
Well, one never knows until one tries.
"And by the way you're trembling, I think you want me." Pleased with himself for saying something clever, he lightly brushed against the deliciously sensitive protruding skin. He kept it there as he gently kneaded his fingers into the seductively soft blond locks, wishing he could do far more. This teen was obviously inexperienced. The idea of bringing him away from that innocence excited him, sending a nice shiver down his spine as the mental images flowed.
The bell rang, signifying that it was the end of lunch. Satisfied, Axel pulled away, tapping Roxas' nose with a slender finger and leaving with Riku, who was holding in a fit of giggles, er chuckles.
'Score one for us. One step closer to getting my own goal…' thought the silver haired teen, turning his head once to see the Roxas staring at them with his mouth slightly open, at loss of words.
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Later in the day, Zexion trudged through the halls. It was late, even teachers were home by now. He had a vague impression it was about six, but he never was one to keep track of time unless if he was being kept waiting.
'Where are my car keys…' it was a useless thought, as he was already shifting through his pant pockets to find them. With a jingle he pulled them out, starting to pass by the lockers.
He stopped.
What was that?
It was music.
He turned his head slightly, cocking his ear towards the sound. Yes, definitely music. It was some sort of guitar. Curiosity sparked, like a wraith he shifted through the lockers, his steps making but the tiniest hint of noise, his breath almost nonexistent so as to not alert the new find.
Zexion could count how many times he had been truly surprised on one hand.
This was one of those times. His least attentive student sat on the ground, a model of guitar he had never seen before cradled against the blond teen's form, his hands working the instrument expertly as his voice cooed lyrics that were more than likely his own, the dying light sparkling across his cheeks.
That wasn't what surprised him.
No, what surprised him was the fact he actually cared. He found a strange stir in his chest, in what he assumed would be his withered heart. He may be only in his mid twenties, but he felt so much older. Staring at this youth…
He wanted it.
He wanted to capture this youth. Keep it. He wanted it body and soul, to consume it and let it consume him. Fear gripped him. The sudden passion he felt could kill someone, it was so overwhelming. He felt a sting in his eyes and he realized he had invoked tears.
Mechanically he buried his new feelings, freezing them into place so they could be taken out one by one, analyzed and torn apart later.
Without a word he turned, leaving the boy to his musical reverie, knowing well that Demyx was in his own world and probably didn't even realize how late it was.
'Tears…' he thought as he slid into the leather interior of his car, wiping the salty liquid away with the tips of his fingers and staring at the clear fluid. 'It looks like water, but I haven't seen them in over a decade. Why did they appear? Because I never was an innocent youth? Am I….jealous?' Humorous, yes, but not improbable. 'Do I wish to be him? To be so young… I want to be him, to feel the way he does. So much passion invoked… but what a stupid thought. Teachers are strictly for education.'
It was a small condolence, after all, he had several degrees in the human mind and when his mind wanted something, it did anything to get it.
Author: I rather like Zexion's parts more than anyone else thus far. Sorry if anyone gets confused, I'm not good at switching around with characters, so bear with me until I get a feel for it.
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