Driving around, Sora realised that he had no idea where Roxas lived. He was supposed to pick him up before school, but that's where they'd always met before. He decided to drive around the small town, figuring he'd see him waiting eventually. But that was over an hour ago, and if Sora drove around any longer he'd be late for school. Sighing to himself, he turned a corner, heading for the large building that seemed to drain the life out of all of its students.
Riku was outside, showing off Roxas' car to anyone who'd listen. Sora drove towards the back, wanting to avoid any confrontation that Riku had planned. He wasn't sure if Roxas was angry with him or not. He'd chosen to break and take Sora's offer of a kiss, so realistically it wasn't his fault. But, admittedly, Sora would've been a little upset if it was him who'd lost his car instead.
It was the first time in three days that Sora hadn't spent the day with Roxas, and Sora hated it. It made him feel so alone and worthless, the boredom he felt before beginning to creep back in. Towards the end of the day, the events of the previous two days seemed like distant memories, his sore lip the only proof that it wasn't all a sweet dream. It was strange, but he missed Roxas. His smile, his hair, the smell of cigarettes that made him oh so more tempting.
Am I that bad of a kisser?
Classes seemed to drag on more than usual, and sitting alone at lunch, Sora had never felt such emptiness. Roxas had shown him what life could be like, but it had only been a taste, and he craved more of it. Pushing around the food on his plate, Sora stood and walked out, heading towards his car. He drove to the nearest store and bought some cigarettes, and after getting a suspicious look from the owner, lit one. Each drag he took made his car smell more and more like Roxas, the nicotine rush making him slightly dizzy. Defeated, he drove home, wanting to end the emptiness he felt.
Sleeping was turning into something that seemed an impossibility, the darkness around him only an invite to the thoughts of being deserted by the one boy he felt finally connected to. Sora shut his eyes tighter, trying to rid his head of such thoughts, creating a barrier, wishing to drift off into sweet unconsciousness. But, he was interrupted by the sound of stones hitting his window softly. Looking outside, he saw the welcoming view of a boy dressed in black, his blonde hair shining like a light in the darkness. He seemed to be mouthing something, but, his window being closed, Sora couldn't make out the words.
"Sora!" he exclaimed as the window opened, "Come on, let's go."
Sora couldn't hide the happiness he felt. A smile formed on his tanned face as he rushed to get dressed. He didn't care where Roxas took him, it was enough for him that they were together. Sneaking downstairs and out the front door, he greeted Roxas with a hug, smelling his skin as he did.
"You weren't at school today." He declared, wishing Roxas would understand how he felt without him.
"I know. Sorry. Something came up. I missed you"
Sora lit up. At that moment, those three words were the sweetest thing anyone had said to him.
"Come on, we're going to a club. It'll be fun."
Sora drove, following the directions Roxas gave him. They didn't talk much, but he didn't mind. He felt calm, like he was right where he should be. Eventually they pulled up outside of a small door, the sound of music creeping out.
"What kind of club is this?" Sora asked, clearly nervous.
"It's an underground gay bar, I figured we'd fit in a little more here." Roxas touched Sora's hand, squeezing it slightly, knowing that Sora had doubts about whether this was a good idea or not.
The contact between them made Sora feel as though he was flying. His body buzzed, the vibrations merely a method of trying to get the overwhelming happiness he felt out of his body. Walking in together, hand in hand, Sora felt proud. Proud that he was with Roxas, that he, someone who felt like a nobody, was with someone so brave and, ultimately, cool. The bouncer gave them a strange look as they walked past him, but, after being given an envelope by Roxas, let them straight through.
"What was that?" Sora asked, curious. He'd liked that Roxas was a mystery when he'd first met him. An enigma that Sora dreamt of unravelling. But, so far, he actually knew very little about him, and Sora craved to learn more.
"Oh, just a present from my brother." Roxas replied, not wishing for Sora to pursue the matter any further. He pulled Sora further in, the lights flashing like sirens around them. Sora had never seen anything like it before. There were couples everywhere, men covered in tattoos surrounded by young boys that looked no older than Roxas or himself. In the corner, skinny, unshaven bodies were slumped against chairs, needles hanging from their arms. He clung onto Roxas, afraid to get lost in the sea of drugs and hormones. The music pounded through his head, making it hard for Sora to fully appreciate the scene round him.
Roxas offered him a drink, already having downed the one he'd bought for himself. Sora watched, and attempted to do the same, choking as the liquid burnt his insides. But, it tasted like Roxas had when they'd kissed, so Sora couldn't have cared less what was in it. As soon as he'd finished, Roxas placed another into his hand, the barman worryingly willing to supply them with all of the alcohol they needed. Maybe it was his imagination, but, he seemed a little weary of Roxas, not wanting to look him the eye, and Sora was sure he hadn't paid for a single drink yet.
Keeping up with Roxas also proved to be difficult. He could drink the burning liquid like it was water, while Sora could feel himself sinking into drunkenness, his thoughts becoming ruder as the night wore on. And to make matters worse, Roxas' dancing was good. Really good. He moved with Sora, his hips gyrating against Sora's crotch, feeling the increasing bulge under his jeans.
Watching Sora stumble over, Roxas realised that he should probably take Sora home. He loved taking him to dangerous places, watching his naivety and innocence slowly drain from him. But regardless of that, he didn't want to get Sora hurt. And now, he was drawing attention with his wild giggles, the older men clearly taking an interest, making Roxas angrier by the minute. Dragging him out, he couldn't help but melt as Sora licked his ear, the alcohol clearly making him hornier and braver.
"You're SOOOO sexy Roxas! I'm like, way happy I met you!!" He exclaimed, "I want you so bad!" He wasn't sure where all of this new found confidence was coming from, but Sora liked it. He felt more comfortable with Roxas than he had with anyone he'd met in his life. He felt like there was
some connection between them that meant that they understood each other, making them able to see each other in a way no one else was able to.
Roxas giggled. Sora was a cute drunk, and the fact he admitted to Roxas how much he meant to him made Roxas want to show him a world of danger even more. "You're drunk." he stated, not wanting to do anything Sora might regret in the morning.
"SO!? Don't you think I'm hot!? Come on, take me, right now."
Looking at Sora, Roxas had to admit, he'd never been more tempting. His shirt had somehow unbuttoned itself, showing off Sora's toned and tanned chest, his nipples erect from the cold. He leant forward, kissing Sora's lips, Sora running a finger along Roxas' concealed six pack under his tee.
What the hell, he thought, kissing Sora hard.
Sora groaned at the kiss, hiccuping slightly. He felt suddenly very dizzy again, but realised that it wasn't because of the whole alcohol. Roxas had turned him around, and pushed his face onto the bonnet of his car. Feeling his jeans being roughly pulled to his ankles, he felt felt like he could barely contain himself, knowing what was about to come.
Roxas pulled his trousers down and spat on his hand, Placing a finger in Sora's ass, he almost blew his load when he heard him moan. He pushed it in and out a few times before looking around and adding another. Sora moaned louder, raising his head from the bonnet. But Roxas had other ideas. Pushing his head back onto the bonnet, he decided that Sora had been prepared enough. He spat on his hand again, lubricating himself, the feel of his wet hand only an appetiser of what was to come. He placed himself against Sora's entrance, licking his lips as he pushed in violently.
Sora grunted, feeling Roxas enter him. He was larger than Sora had expected, although he only had himself to compare to. The pain was numbed by the alcohol, Sora only feeling ecstasy as Roxas pounded his prostate in slow, rough thrusts.
"FUCK Sora, you're TIGHT!" he grunted, pushing Sora further down onto the car.
He began to thrust faster, feeling himself getting close already. Sora was tighter than he'd have imagined, and was being completely submissive, pushing Roxas over the edge.
"Oh GOD!" Sora screamed, feeling hot liquid squirt out of him and onto his car.
Roxas, feeling Sora shudder underneath him, increased his speed, before pulling out and releasing himself over Sora's back. Taking a minute to catch their breaths, Sora turned around, facing Roxas. His pale skin had turned a pink colour, sweat dripping from his forehead. To him, Roxas had never looked to attractive. He leant forward, wanting, no, needing to taste him. Roxas kissed back, before pulling away, a cigarette already between his lips.
They'd decided, well, Roxas had decided, that Sora was far too drunk to go home, and had driven him to his house instead. It was a lot smaller compared to Sora's house, and, as Roxas carried him in, Sora noticed that it really could have done with a clean. There were dirty dishes everywhere, and the walls were turning yellow. Getting into bed, Sora noticed that Roxas wasn't getting undressed.
"You're not coming in?"
"Oh, erm, do you want me to?"
"OF COURSE silly!" Sora giggled, still drunk. Roxas got in and pulled Sora close, so that his brown wild hair rested against his shoulder. Yawning, and the drink beginning to take hold on, Roxas could only just make out Sora's drunken rambles. "I just want to tell everyone that we're together."
Roxas sat up, facing Sora. Leaning towards him he licked Sora's collarbone, moving up to his neck. There, he bit down, causing Sora to gasp slightly. He sucked on the skin between his teeth, Sora's moaning only making him suck harder. He eventually let go, collapsing into the pillow next to Sora.
"There," he said, "now everyone's going to know your mine."
I'm his, Sora thought, the alcohol finally taking control and causing him to black out, and everyone's going to know...
This is the fastest I've ever updated! I guess it's honestly the reviews you guys are giving me, they're really inspiring, so I just want to say a HUGE thank you!!! Let me know what you think of this one? What with the sex included!! So I've pretty much got a plot all figured out now, and I just hope you all like it =]