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This is dedicated to Muffin Land by Arimasen. I love muffins. Also to my overlord 8-bit Mind.
Chapter Five: The Almost Ass Grope
Roxas tapped his fingers on the counter angrily, failing to keep calm at the girl on the other line of the phone. "Kairi. Where. Is. He?" He hissed through gritted teeth.
"I'm not telling!" she answered back in a sing-song voice, completely ignoring his anger.
"KAIRI TELL ME WHERE HE IS!" he exploded.
"Nope. Did anyone ever tell you you're in dire need of anger management?"
"Kairi…" his voice grew dangerously soft. "Tell me where he is before I strangle you with a cordless phone."
"Impossible!" she sang back in the same tone. "Why ask me? Why not ask your gay lover?" She hung up, knowing that it'd just escalate into something worse if she continued to agonize him. With a giggle, she dialed Namine's number. Operation: Get Guys Together was going all according to plan!
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Sora flailed in Axel's lap, accomplishing a magnificent dive to the pavement which contributed to a sore bum. "Riku! Please…it's not…"
Riku completely ignored him, brushing him aside and lifting Axel's shirt, eyes blazing. "What the hell?! First of all, I told you specifically you're NOT TO MESS WITH SORA! Second, what the fuck do you think you're accomplishing? Getting me jealous? Pissing me off? Well I hope you're happy, BOTH are in motion. Freaking christ, I thought I could trust you! All we've been through together, the stupid parties, that guy who tried to kill you, th-"
"You can just go on ranting or I can explain," Axel said, calmly cutting him off and wriggling out of his grip at the same time.
Riku sucked in air through his nostrils then blew it out forcefully, relieving some of his anger. "Fine." He said tightly.
"Go on Sora, tell him," the redhead said cheerfully, pushing the abashed teen towards his love.
"Wha- I… I… I… Riku….I ahm…"
Riku's narrowed eyes softened a little, a brow quirking up to show slight amusement. He didn't want to lose his temper to Sora, he loved the boy too much for that. "Yes, Sora?"
The teen was terrified. Like a deer caught in headlights, he just stared at Riku, his face slowly turning crimson. That was, until Axel started making hand motions that could only be interpreted as "KISS HIM ALREADY!"
"Axel…was…teaching me…" he began hesitantly.
"How to kiss?" Riku asked doubtfully . "Why?"
"Well um….it's my fault. I…I… I wanted to learn." He stopped awkwardly.
"Because…?" Riku prompted quickly.
Sora stared at him wide-eyed. Another glance at Axel gave him encouragement however, and he leaned forward, grasping Riku's shoulders. "Because I-" he blushed, leaning forward. However, he was so nervous, he couldn't complete his task, and just stood there in that position, blood racing through his ears.
Riku felt a warm sensation settle somewhere in his stomach. It was probably caused by the fact his heart was pounding a hundred times more than usual, making his entire being warmer in general. His brain quite calmly was telling him that he should pull back and demand what was going on with his friend. This wasn't normal, and he wasn't about to easily forgive the whole Axel incident. But the rest of him threw caution to the wind.
He finished the distance between them, kissing his best friend.
Sora instantly melted. It was better than anything he had dreamed. It was better than cake and ice cream, even better than the euphoria brought by Christmas, yet it was all of it at the same time. It felt right, and he knew right then and there, he was gay. There was no way he could get around it.
His hands slid towards his friend's neck as they were pushed up when Riku slid his arms down, encircling Sora's tiny waist. Riku was definitely more experienced than Sora when it came to this sort of thing, so he easily led the kiss, his eyes closed in a lazy happiness, lips moving languidly. It wasn't a kiss from the movies, he wasn't going to thrust his tongue into the boy right away. He slowly ended the moment, eyes opening to meet with cerulean.
It didn't matter that it wasn't the cinema, neither was disappointed.
"I'm sorry…" Sora whispered. "I just didn't want to be bad."
Riku grinned, feeling oddly calm and peaceful inside as if something had been lifted from his shoulders. "Don't worry about it. I'd just appreciate it if you'd kiss only me from now on."
"Deal," Sora said with a smile, feeling himself slowly come back to earth. .
"That goes for you too, Axel," Riku said, turning his attention to his other best friend. "Sora is off limits!"
"I know," the redhead replied with a smirk. "I saw it. I had been hoping for more action, though."
Sora turned red while Riku shook his head. "Not in front of you, you damn perv."
"Hey, I wasn't the one groping his ass."
"I was not!" Riku said defensively, letting Sora out of his grasp sheepishly.
"I'm sure…" the smirk did not cease.
Sora rubbed his cheeks to hide his blush, staring at the floor. A warm haze was settling around his stomach, yet he couldn't grasp it, he was still coming out of shock. "Riku…" he murmured.
"Yes?" The new lover turned towards his now boyfriend, taking him in as only new love could do.
"You did just kiss me, right?"
Riku chuckled, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "There's more where that came from, believe me."
"Oh!" there was no mistaking the pink this time, but it was a pleased sort of pink.
"Now that you two are all lovey-dovey, I think it's time you get outta here…" Axel said, glancing at his watch.
"Why?" Sora asked, as Riku raised a brow.
"I believe we'll be expecting a certain blond, and I'm sure if he sees the two of you now…"
"ooh…"
Riku encased the olive hand with his pale one, tugging lightly towards the exit. "C'mon… I have an idea…" he said just as an "AXEL!" sounded from outside.
"It seems everyone's calling my name…" The redhead said with a mock sigh. "And so violently too."
"We'll take the back…" Riku said, turning around and pulling Sora with him. "Good luck!"
Axel just grinned, turning as the front door was nearly blown off its hinges.
"Where is my brother!?" came a ferocious demand, even more deadlier without the yell.
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Demyx felt an odd sensation in the back of his head. Zexion kindly had ordered him a burger so that the alcohol would lessen a little, but it didn't stop the buzz. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad, but he was however starting to think he liked his teacher once he had loosened up a little. The man was relaxed in his chair, his two glasses of something-or-another (it was all the same to him) neatly placed together, the left over ice pooling at the bottom of the perspiring glass.
"So why psychology?" he asked while one hand rubbed his temple. "If you were some genius, shouldn't you be doing rocket science or something?"
"I'm not a genius," Zexion answered, his brow at ease for once. Since both had something that marred the senses, he didn't mind talking about himself. "I just had nothing else to do. I was one of those teenagers that no one seemed to like for some reason or another, so friends weren't common for me. When I was a freshman the only person I considered a friend backstabbed me, so I just studied as hard as I could, took summer classes, and ended up in college while other people were seniors…." he lapsed into silence, closing his eyes as tidbits of memories flashed before him.
"What'd this person do?" Demyx asked curiously, forgetting that it was probably something best left alone.
Zexion turned his eyes on him, his heart pounding. There were two things he could do. Tell the truth, which would expose the fact he was into men, or lie. He weighed the possibilities. Telling the truth would get Demyx closer to him, or it could push him away. The other was a little too much of an easy way out for him, and he enjoyed complicating things. So if Demyx ended up not being gay at all, he still would have the challenge of changing that.
"He took what was mine…" he answered finally, startling the blond who thought he wasn't going to answer. "I was going out with this guy, a junior, his name was Vexen. The person who called himself my friend, Laxaeus, provoke him into cheating on me with him. I found out about it, of course, and from then on no one ever approached me in the name of friendship," he paused, a smug grin on his face. "More than likely because of the damage that ensued afterward. No one ever could pinpoint it as me."
"Well that's a stupid reason to avoid human contact…" Demyx said bluntly.
For the second time with Demyx, Zexion was surprised. He hadn't expected that. "Pardon?"
"Well people get cheated on all the time. They get over it and go out with other people. And they all still have friends."
"It wasn't me who withdrew from the world," he retorted back stubbornly.
"Maybe it was your pessimistic outlook that scared most people away…" Demyx said thoughtfully, not meaning for it to be a come-back. "You know, people can be reading into the energy you put out and all that."
" 'All that' is nonsense." Zexion stated. "Yes, people can react differently to other people, but auras and other supernatural things do not exist, people don't avoid you because of something they 'feel.' "
"Says the pessimist who was avoided," Demyx lightly teased with a smirk.
Zexion chuckled lowly. He was enjoying this considerably. Not too many people spoke to him, and none ever engaged in witty banter. He wanted it to last.
But it didn't. He glanced at his watch, seeing that it was well past midnight.
"It's time to go home…" he said just as his blond companion yawned. He paid his tab, leaving a hefty tip as he did to those that didn't intrude in his conversations, driving Demyx home.
He eyed the light blue house, yellow in the street light. It wasn't poverty, but it wasn't a mansion either. He found himself liking it; it was very practical and in the middle-class region with three windows visible from the front, one a bay with sea-green curtains, along with a crisply cut yard that had a few flowers here and there and a plastic penguin. He didn't care for the penguin, but he had to admit, it was rather cute.
"I can write a note to your parents if need be," he said as Demyx stared at his own house, hand resting on the car door handle.
"No, they'll be glad I was out for once…" the blond said vaguely, slowly pulling on the silver handle so the door opened. "I wouldn't mind going out with you again…" he said hesitantly, his voice a little stronger.
"Oh?" Zexion's lips tugged into a suppressed smile. "I wouldn't mind taking you out again either. Perhaps next time less alcohol. Say… a movie?"
A shy smile appeared as he nodded before voicing a quick "yes!" He cleared his throat, staring at the back seat. He then remembered his instrument, and proceeded to fish it out.
"Let's try tomorrow or Wednesday…" he said tapping on the steering wheel lightly with his thin fingers.
"Okay…" Demyx said, cradling the odd-looking guitar and slamming the car door shut. "Thanks again."
Zexion shrugged it off, nodding to him once before driving off towards home. Only once he rounded the curb did he smile. The first trap had worked well, right on target.
Author: argh, once again kinda short. Sorry, this time it's because it's one in the morning and I spent the last two hours typing this. All my mojo is spent. Never fear though, shorter chapters mean faster updates!
Also, an extreme apology about Zexion's high school pairings. I just remember the trio worked together, so I just went with that. Sorry for any horrible mind scarring or anything of the sort!!
Remember, I enjoy your comments : 3