Date: 12/24/09
Summary: "I bet that was your first time, no?" Still in a daze, Roxas didn't hear him at all. Instead, something within him told him to pounce the brunette.....
A/N: Special thanks to Smile-Kun for reviewing two times, alerting & + favorites :D
Words (Not including the title, date, blah blah blah): 551

ACT III: Chaste

"Stupid........get........Cape!"

What's with all the ruckus? Roxas thought bitterly. He had just been awoken not-to-pleasantly by Shirly's, Roxas' dog, incessant barking. He got up, irritated and cranky, he decided to just get the hell with it and check what's been bothering her. He laid on the floor, and extended his bare arm under his bed. Roxas groped around for what seems like a hard, plastic weapon. Feeling the tingly sensation, he grabbed it tightly and pulled it out.

Ah, it's been a long time, marshmellow shooter. It was always Roxas' favorite weapon.

With his heartbeat increasing by every bypassing seconds, he carried his pernicious weapon down the flight of stairs. Clothed in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers, his body seek the warmth of his bed, but his conscience wouldn't let him. Him, being the audacious person he is, rushed into the kitchen and threw everything out of the cupboard until he reached.... yes, his bag of marshmellows that even his parents didn't know exist. After endless shoving and a long string of cuss words later, all the marshmellows were in place. He had even gotten himself an armor (courtesy of his dad) that consisted of a breast plate and shoulder plates.

He was ready. Born ready.

He rushed into the family room, where his "damsel in distress" was currently barking and biting on......

"....Sora?" Roxas questioned, looking bewildered at the sight before him. "Sora.....just to let you know, it's December. Halloween passed ages ago. And how did you get inside my house?"

There was the villan, Sora, now in a vampire costume that consisted of a dark cape and a oddly-shaped white mask, was standing in his family-room, having a tuggle war with Shirly. She seemed to be having fun, pulling and tugging at his cape draped over his broad shoulder.

Sora blinked several times before grinning; his pearl-white teeth glinted in the moonlight filtered through the glass door that lead to the backyard.

"Eh, how did you know it was me?" Sora said seductively. Abandoning the cape, he walked towards Roxas with a sheepish smile.

"Sora, it's not that hard with your hair sticking out like----" Roxas was interrupted by an abrupt kiss. Having caught off-guard, Sora took the chance and snaked his arms around Roxas's thin waist.

Although chaste and sloppy, the kiss was still the most amazing thing Roxas experienced. The burning passion that erupted from just a simple touch was so addictive. The burning sensation, the heavy lust in Sora's sky-blue eyes, was oh-so-erotic to Roxas. Giving into the passionate kiss, he pressed himself against the brunette, dropping the marshmellow shooter during the process.

After exchanging several more, they both stopped, for the lack of oxygen intake was to much of a burden. They both panted, and gasped for air.

"I bet that was your first time, no?" Still in a daze, Roxas didn't hear him at all. Instead, something within him told him to pounce the brunette.....

Roxas took off his armor, and tackled the brunette to the ground.

C H I T. chat: Eh, I was in a writing frenzy the night before the last. I guess I used up all my writing juices on that one chapter. I'm proud of that 1800 words that I happened to type. And because of that, this chapter looks like.......crap.

Ah well, I still liked the idea anyways. The marshmellow shooter was in courtesty of my friend, Jesse. He claims that he has deadly weapons under his bed, but I highly doubt he has a AK47 under his bed. I believe you would too......

Anyways,

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