Spring turned to summer, and though it had been months since his birthday and the churning in his stomach had long since passed, Sora still couldn't help the feeling that his stomach was still very much upset.
Despite the fact that he barely remembered anything from the later parts of the night, he was sure he remembered one thing: Riku had kissed Kairi. At the mère thought, his blood boiled. He felt as if he had been cheated by two people who barely knew the game they played.
He wondered if Kairi remembered the kiss as vividly as he did, or maybe it had all been just a hallucination from drunkenness.
One morning at the tavern while the two were preparing food in the kitchen, Sora's asked, "Kairi, may I ask you something?"
"You just did," she replied flatly.
"No, I mean...something about...something that happened a long time ago..." Sora added vaguely.
"Uh, I suppose...?" Kairi stopped kneading bread dough and turned to face her brother, her arms crossed and flour powdering her sleeves.
"Do you...do you remember everything that happened on my birthday...?" Sora wondered.
Kairi bit the inside of her cheek. "Most of the important things, yes."
"Do you...remember what happened when everyone was gone...?" Sora continued.
"Yeah, you vomited upstairs. By the way, you never thanked me for cleaning that up, nor did you thank Riku for carrying you home." Kairi griped.
Warmth spread across Sora's skin, and it wasn't just from the fireplace. He remembered Riku holding him, but he didn't remember the journey home. Had he been a burden to carry? Perhaps he should thank Riku later.
"N-no...do you remember anything that happened before I vomited?" Sora asked.
"Sora, you're being too vague; what are you trying to get me to remember?" Kairi stated.
"D-did Riku kiss you?" Sora finally spat.
Kairi's face now flushed pink, and her hand drifted to her cheek. "I...I don't really remember..."
"Liar, you do!" Sora's voice rose.
"Alright, alright, I do! What is it to you, anyway? I'm practically old enough to be married!" Kairi protested.
"Married to him?" Sora retorted.
"Now what does that mean?" Kairi gripped her sleeves tighter.
"You want to marry Riku, don't you? Father told you he wasn't here for romance!" Sora said.
"Of course not! I will take any man Father picks for me - though it would be nice if he were someone like Riku - but, regardless, I will be happy! Why are you so upset over the matter, anyway?" Kairi demanded.
Now Sora faltered. His eyes drifted to the floor and his face fell. "I...I don't know...it's like this with every girl Riku encounters, too. I'm sure he was talking to those other girls at the party - he is such a charming boy - but even with girls like you and Olette, I just...I become so overcome by jealousy..." He locked eyes with his sister. "Why...? Why am I so jealous?"
Now Kairi had learned to read faces better than she had learned to read books (though her Father insisted on teaching her to read to assist in the family business, so her reading skills were unmatched beyond the other colonist girls). She read Sora quicker than anyone, being her brother. Her diagnosis came out like a bullet from a gun: "You love him, don't you?"
"Wh-what? Of course not! What makes you - ?" But Sora had met eyes with Kairi again, and her face told him she knew everything.
"It's obvious, isn't it? Sora, in all my years of being your sister, I know for a fact that you've never been interested in girls. Father used to joke about how you'd marry one of my friends, but that hardly mattered to you. When we were little, you used to talk about Hayner a lot." Kairi explained.
"Because he was always beating me in everything!" Sora interrupted.
"But it was never complaining about Hayner, remember? You seemed to talk fondly of him. And now, with Riku, you want to be there instead of every girl he interacts with. Sora, see? It's not as complicated as you think it is." Kairi finished.
"But...but does this mean I'm...like Roxas?" Sora whispered.
Kairi's hands flew to her hips. "What is honestly so bad about Roxas? He's happy, is he not? He fell for someone not because someone chose him for it, but because his heart chose! And if his heart chose Axel, so be it! They deserve happiness just as much as you or I do. Honestly, I envy their love, a love so passionate and pure..."
"Pure? There is nothing pure about them! You've cleaned up their messes before, haven't you? You of all people should know." Sora said.
"Sure they do many sinful things for an unmarried couple, but that only adds to their passion. The fact that they crave each other's warmth so often that they stop at nothing to get it is so...romantic!" Kairi replied.
Sora grimaced and shook his head. A devious smile curled across Kairi's lips.
"What...?"
"If you're so unconvinced...why don't you observe them and see for yourself how in-love they are?" Kairi suggested.
Sora nearly vomited on the floor again. "What?!"
"I'm just teasing," Kairi assured, "though...if it will help you understand, maybe that is what you should do."
"Why don't you watch if you're so interested in them?" Sora spat.
"Because I'm not the one hiding who I am." Kairi shrugged. "Take my advice or leave it; but if you take it, don't get caught."
Sora trembled making his way upstairs.
Stupid Kairi, making me do this, he thought. His stomach churned as he crept down the left side of the hall.
Roxas and Prompto had returned for the summer, and they had taken the second room on the left-hand side. Prompto was out running errands for Cloud, but Roxas was in the room with someone else.
As Sora approached the room, he grew mindful of the creaking floorboards. He sucked in his breath and imagined all his weight at the top of his body, not that it made any difference. He stopped just inches away from the crack in the door.
He knew from accidentally walking in on the lovers that they seldom locked their doors (despite being walked in on those times), and he knew from working at the inn that the locks needed to be replaced with whatever extra funds they could scrape up. So far, they had only replaced the locks on the right-hand side.
His fingertips barely scraped the door, prying it open very slightly. The door instantly creaked, alerting the young men in bed of Sora's presence.
Sora pressed his back to the wall, a stupid choice to make but really his only one besides to run away, but the curiosity had replaced his fear.
"Who's at the door?" Axel's voice demanded.
"Axel, who cares? Please...I need you..." Roxas whined.
"Probably just the wind..." Axel decided. There was a sound like Axel flopping onto the not-nearly-built-for-his-roughness bed and the blankets rustling.
Sora knelt at the crack in the door and held it open with shaking fingertips. He allowed it to be open just enough for one eye to see the bed.
He knew this was wrong, it felt horribly, wrong. Here he was, watching his cousin and his cousin's lover copulate in his Father's tavern. It didn't exactly help that Sora and Roxas mirrored each other, and Sora did not want to imagine doing the act with Axel. If anyone came by, they would know exactly what Sora was doing.
Axel's slender hand brushed over Roxas' smooth skin. The two had already discarded their clothing on the floor, and Sora focused on Axel's body so not to feel quite so disgusting.
Axel was lean and muscular, his skin scarred from his childhood in an Indian encampment. His body was mostly bare, save for a wispy trail of hair from his navel to...
Sora swallowed thickly at the sight. Axel's length had to be six inches at least, and he wasn't even fully erect yet. There was no way that would fit smoothly inside Roxas.
Axel's firm hand gripped his own length, stroking it to full hardness. He leaned down over Roxas, planting kisses on the young man's neck, collarbone, and shoulders. Roxas wrapped spindly arms around Axel, pulling him closer. He draped his legs over Axel's thin hips. At least this way, Sora couldn't see Roxas' privates...
Sora focused on the tender, sweet kisses Axel stamped on Roxas' body. Occasionally, he nipped the younger man's skin, leaving pink marks where his teeth had connected to flesh.
"Axel..." Roxas whispered, almost so low Sora didn't hear.
"Roxas...mm...I love you..." Axel's voice was low and husky, and his lips connected to Roxas' body again.
"I love you, too..." Roxas murmured.
Axel scooted himself back as he kissed down Roxas' body, stopping to plant his lips right on Roxas' pink nipple. Roxas let out a soft mewl, and Sora's already-hot face turned hotter. Had that hurt him? He remembered once when he was younger, he and Hayner had wrestled and Hayner pulled a dirty move by squeezing Sora's nipples until he had subdued. Sora imagined that must've been painful, but the noise Roxas made had been beyond a pained noise.
Roxas' blue eyes closed, giving in to the pleasure Axel provided him. Axel's lips curled into a smirk, and his tongue traced Roxas' nipple. Roxas squirmed under him, rubbing Axel's back. Axel's slim fingers crept up Roxas' chest, brushing over his other nipple and pinching lightly. Roxas jerked beneath Axel, and Sora knew that must have hurt. Axel's fingers rubbed the nipple in circles gently, and Roxas let out a breathless cry.
Axel stopped licking the other nipple. "Does it feel good?"
"Y-yes, please...I want more..." Roxas begged.
Axel made a soft "Hmph" and took to Roxas' chest again. Roxas spread his fingers into Axel's wild mane of hair. It still dumbfounded Sora that a man with such a wild head of hair had barely any on his body.
Axel reached over to the bedside table, dipping his fingers into a small container of - was that...animal fat? From the kitchen?
Sora wanted to barge in and reprimand Axel for stealing from the kitchen, but that obviously would've revealed his existence. Instead, his fingers drifted to his lips to silence him while he watched.
Axel spread Roxas' legs apart, leaving absolutely nothing hidden. Sora's face became an inferno; he would never be able to look at his cousin the same way, nor would he be able to see Axel the same, either. Axel rubbed the fat between his fingers, and asked Roxas, "Are you ready?"
"Yes," Roxas replied.
Axel lowered his hand, sinking his slippery fingers inside Roxas' asshole.
"Ngh-ahhh!" Roxas' voice cracked under the pain, or at least Sora assumed that had happened.
"Am I hurting you?" Axel wondered softly.
"No, I'm alright..." Roxas assured. "Move...your fingers..."
Though Sora could not see very well, he deduced Axel was making slow, beckoning motions inside Roxas. Roxas' hips gyrated under Axel's touch, and his unrestrained voice let out his pleasure.
He drew in a sharp breath and said, "Axel, there!"
Axel thrust his fingers deeper, and Roxas jerked as if hit by lightning.
Sora's hand replaced his fingers, bottling up his shame. He should leave now, forget the whole thing...but his feet were glued to the spot.
"You ready?" Axel murmured again, removing his fingers.
"Yes, Axel...please..." Roxas groaned.
Axel shifted, situating himself between Roxas' legs. He lowered himself to Roxas' hole, which had now stretched and gaped. Sora swallowed at the sight, realizing that if he really was attracted to men, he would probably have his asshole stretched. Did it even go back to normal?
Slowly, Axel slid himself in. Now fully erect, it barely seemed like he would fit inside, even after preparing Roxas.
Roxas threw his head back, his voice a low, guttural moan.
"Oh Roxas..." Axel hissed. "You're so tight, even after I put my fingers in you..."
"So...thick..." Roxas groaned, his nails digging into Axel's back.
Axel gripped his lover's hips and thrust his own. Roxas twitched in pleasure, his body trembling under Axel. Axel rolled his hips continuously, their skin slapping together. Axel bent forward, capturing Roxas' lips in his own.
Sora's fingertips brushed his own lips, desperate for someone to kiss him.
The kiss grew deeper, almost as if Axel were devouring Roxas. Wet, smacking sounds echoed from them, either from the front end or back end.
Axel wrapped a hand around Roxas' dick, pumping it in time to his own thrusts.
"Agh, Axel!" Roxas choked, clawing at Axel's back.
"I'm so close already..." Axel seethed, grunting and pounding himself into Roxas' ass.
"Me too," Roxas gasped.
Close to what...? Sora wondered.
Effortlessly, Axel flipped Roxas over onto his stomach. He gripped Roxas' ass in his hands, kneading the softness like dough as he slammed into him.
"R-Roxas!" Axel grunted, his body suddenly going rigid.
"Ohhhh, A-Axel!" Roxas moaned, throwing his head back and arching into Axel's last thrust. Axel ground his hips into Roxas, riding out the waves of pleasure.
Sora couldn't see what had happened from this angle, but he remembered how the blankets had felt crusty and sticky every time he cleaned up after them.
The two collapsed, Axel on top of Roxas, pressing him to the bed. He gingerly kissed the nape of Roxas' neck before resting his head there. Axel placed his hand on top of Roxas', letting their fingers intertwine.
"I love you..." Roxas murmured. "I love you so, so much..."
"I love you too, Roxas," Axel mumbled, kissing the younger male's shoulder.
Outside, Sora rose to his feet. He let the door close as gently as he could, and to his surprise it made no noise.
Then he heard the voice behind him: "Sora?"
AN: In NO WAY am I condoning this at all
Neither is Kairi, she was like 99% joking but Sora is stupid sometimes ya feel
anyway DON'T FUCKING DO WHAT SORA DID (I didn't think I'd have to put a "Do NOT try this at home" sticker on this fic but so be it okay)