Sora stirred in the passenger seat, Roxas' gaze held firmly on the road. The sun had set now, and Sora's phone had been ringing every 10 minutes for the past hour.
"Sora? SORA!" Roxas shouted, frustrated. He'd been driving in circles for the past two hours, waiting for the heroin to finally release it's control over Sora. His eyes were open now, but Roxas was unsure about how much Sora could understand. He still wasn't talking, and looked as though he was in a very vivid daydream.
Taking in a deep breath, and finally moving himself willingly for the first time, Sora faced Roxas, his body feeling rather heavy, "I feel funny Roxas."
"I know, and I'm so sorry. I know you're still not yourself, but I'm taking you home. My house isn't the best place to be right now." Flashes of Cloud filled Roxas' mind. He was probably awake now. And angry.
They pulled up outside of Sora's house, Roxas feeling his forehead. "You're not too hot now," he told him,"you should be fine."
"Roxas, come in with me?" Sora asked, "I can't do this alone."
"SORA!" His mother shouted as he crawled through the door, barely able to stand upright, "Where the HELL have you been!?"
Sora looked up at her, sweat dripping off his forehead, He was very pale, his tanned skin now resembling a sheet of paper. Roxas edged him in as he saw the horror and worry on his mothers face. She looked at Roxas, not knowing what to say, only staring at him in disbelief.
"Are you drunk?" She asked, picking Sora up by his elbows and steadying him towards a chair. She turned towards Roxas, who'd chosen to stay at the door, not wanting to invade Sora's house, his mother already in a panic. "You must be Roxas."
"Yes, ma'am," he answered, wanting to be as polite as possible. He'd met boys' parents before, but that was different. He didn't love those boys, not like he loved Sora. Instead, they were simply his play things, occasional calls he would make when he needed an ass to fuck after a hard night out with Cloud, "and I'm so sorry about Sora. We went to a party, it was, erm, Riku's birthday, and I guess he just drank a little too much."
He was good at lying, he always had been. Seeing that she believed him, Roxas couldn't help but feel a little relieved. He felt very tired, the stress from the day taking it's toll on him. But now, in the warmth of Sora's house, he finally felt like he could relax. Sora wasn't in danger anymore, and he was concious, which meant that he would be okay. Cloud had no idea where he was, so for tonight, as long as he stayed here, he'd be safe too.
"Well, you look tired yourself. I'm going to put Sora to bed, and you can have the spare room. And, Roxas dear, please don't call me me ma'am, it makes me feel old. My name is Aerith."
Roxas' body bounced as Sora jumped onto his bed.
"Hiii Roxas!" he said, a little too loudly for this time in the morning, his smile never fading as he looked at Roxas.
Roxas could only stare at him in disbelief. He OD'd yesterday, how the hell is he so awake and loud!?
"Do you remember what happened yesterday Sora?"
Sora looked down at the duvet, his hands fidgeting. "Yes."
"I think it's time I told you everything."
Roxas sat up, cupping Sora's hands within his own, his nerves tingling as he readied himself to confess everything to Sora.
"When I was thirteen, my parents died. My brother had to take care of me, and drop out of school so he could support us both. Not many places take on high school drop outs, and the one's that did didn't pay that well, and I guess he just fell into the drug dealing thing. We moved from the city because some rival dealers found out where we lived, and Cloud just goes back and fourth, dealing as much as he can. I help out sometimes, because I know he's doing this all for me."
Sora listened intently, wanting to hear every word Roxas spoke. He didn't care about what he did to make money, only about his safety. "I'm so sorry about your parents.."
"Meh, don't be. They weren't great parents anyway, we never saw them. My mom was a doctor, but she travelled to other countries all the time helping out poor people, and my dad built houses for a living, so pretty much just followed her wherever she went."
Sora gripped tighter onto Roxas' hands, finally understanding why Roxas was the way he was. Sensing he didn't want to talk about his parents, he changed the subject. "Come on, we'll be late for school, and we really should turn up at least one day this week."
Having not got undressed before he fell asleep, Roxas shot out of bed and kissed Sora, hoping he would realise this was his way of apologising. Sora kissed back, allowing Roxas' tongue to slide into his mouth, fighting for control. Caving in, Sora allowed Roxas' tongue to wander his mouth, before breaking away, trying to catch his breath.
"I love you."
Roxas smiled back. It'd been less than a week, but somehow he knew. He knew that he could only see his life with Sora. "I love you too."
"Roxas, Sora, how nice of you both to grace us with your presence today." The teacher said, looking in disgust at the boys as they walked into class, around 20 minutes late. They sat at the back, watching heads turn as they walked past their classmates. Sora didn't care though. He'd been talked about before, and this time it wasn't just silly rumours someone had spread. It was about him and Roxas. Sitting down, Sora unpacked his bag, putting a pen and paper in front of Roxas.
"Maybe we should work today." He said, not really wanting to fall behind, regardless of how tempting spending the day out with Roxas was.
"Maybe." Roxas replied, a small smile forming, showing his dimples as he pushed the paper back to Sora, sitting back comfortably in his chair.
Classes weren't too bad for Sora; he was able to sustain his boredom by trying to keep up and learn what the rest of the class had already gone through. He was in English now, which, unfortunately, meant Roxas was struggling with Art. He missed him, but for once, knowing that he'd see him shortly, Sora felt like he could handle it. But admittedly, it was hard for him concentrate. Every now and then he'd catch himself drawing little doodles of Roxas, all of which involved him having no clothes on. Getting irritated at himself for not being able to get the blonde off his mind, he'd scribble over them, knowing he'd start a new one in a few minutes.
"Sora, what the hell is that on your neck?" Kairi asked, turning around and staring at him differently, with intrigue rather than her usual disgust.
"Oh, erm, nothing," he blushed, using his free hand to cover it up, "just a bruise Roxas gave me."
"Sure, a bruise," she smiled, causing Sora to wonder why she was suddenly being friendly, "you make a cute couple."
WHAT!? You don't talk to me all my life, and then as soon as it's obvious I'm gay, you think we're friends all of a sudden!?
Sora really didn't understand people his age. For his entire life he'd been the loner that no one talked to, or even acknowledged. But now, he supposed, they found him interesting, different, a mystery. He could only smile as his face turned a bright crimson. People were more accepting than he'd thought they'd be. He'd expected a little more attention, but in the form of more bullying, of prejudice
The bell rang for lunch, and Sora smiled to himself, finding it hard to hide his relief that he'd finally be able to see Roxas again. He walked towards the back of the building, knowing Roxas would be craving a cigarette. It was quieter here, not even teachers walked the halls so far back into the school. Students who tried to prove their bravery walked alone, the rumours of older boys carrying knives only increasing their fearful excitement. Sora had almost made it to the back entrance, no longer afraid of rumours, or of schoolboys wanting to prove how hard they were. But blocking his path, was Riku and his gang of clones. But, Sora didn't worry. In the few days he'd been with Roxas, he'd seen a HELL of a lot worse things than a couple of school bullies. Images passed in his head of the gay club, the tattooed men surrounded by boys, and Terra. Terra and his army of unconscious drug addicted parasites. He walked past them, looking Riku solely in his eye, almost daring him to say something.
Regretting it, Sora's wish came true. Riku trundled over to him, and thrust his knee into Sora's groin. Sora cried out with pain, falling to his knee's.
"Getting a little brave, aren't we fag?"
Sora attempted to stand up, but was kicked down by one of Riku's friends, his knee beginning to bleed.
"You're boyfriend isn't here to protect you now, is he?" Riku gloated, pushing Sora into the nearby toilets. Telling his friends to keep guard, he unbuckled his belt, forcing Sora's face into his crotch.
"You want to a be a fag? Fine. I'll show you what fags get."
Sora couldn't breathe as his whole face was pressed into Riku's white boxers, the smell of sweat intoxicating his senses. He noticed that Riku was large, and already hard. He attempted to struggle free, but Riku only pressed onto his face harder, his penis straining against the thin material of his boxers. Confusion struck Sora, as he'd never considered the fact that Riku was even remotely gay. Releasing his penis from the material barrier, Riku forced it into Sora's mouth, making him choke. His tried to scream, to break free, but Riku's member filled his mouth, going far back into his throat. He felt like he was going to be sick, a slightly salty taste filling his mouth.
But Sora wasn't the same person he'd been before he came back. He thought of Roxas, of what this would do to him, of how angry he'd be, and he shut his eyes tight. He bit down, as hard as he could, feeling a copper tasting liquid enter his mouth. Riku screamed as he pulled back, falling to the floor. Taking his advantage, Sora stood up and kicked his face as hard as he could, hearing a crack. He went over to the sink and washed his mouth out, realising his mouth was dripping with blood. Wiping his knee, which was gushing with blood, he heard Riku's moans behind him, interrupted with threats on his life. He expected Riku's friends to come charging in at any moment, but the door remained shut.
Sick bastard obviously told them to stay outside no matter what they heard.
He looked at Riku, who was still writhing around in pain, his hands trying desperately to stop the blood from flowing everywhere. Sora wanted to hurt him more, to cause him so much pain he never hurt anyone else again, but no matter what he'd been through, he still wasn't that kind of person. Shaking slightly, although he wasn't sure if it was from fear or the adrenaline, Sora ran out as fast as he could, desperate to get to Roxas. He ran past Riku's friends, knowing there was no way they'd be able to catch up to him. He opened the back door onto the school playing fields and saw Roxas looking into the sky away from Sora. He looked happy, Sora noticed, probably relieved that Sora now knew everything about him, and still wanted to be with him. It was there that Sora knew he couldn't tell him what had just happened. He didn't want to cause Roxas anymore pain, especially not today, when everything between them was good. Putting a smile on his face, he walked over to Roxas, planting a kiss on his cheek before taking the lit cigarette from his mouth, and placing it in his own.
"How was class?"
"Fucking shit," Roxas replied, "remind me why we're here again?"
"Well-" Sora started, but was interrupted by his phone vibrating in his pocket. Taking it out, he gulped as he realised it was a message from his mother. She'd gone to work before he or Roxas had woken up, and he had no idea how she felt about last night.
"It seems you've made quite an impression," he giggled, showing the message to Roxas, "she wants you to come to dinner tonight, to say thank you for looking after me in my "drunk" state."
"Okay," Roxas answered, "as long as you make it worth my while." He giggled as jumped on top of Sora, his hips grinding on top of the brunette, desperate to show him how horny he was. But again, they were interrupted by Sora's phone, the vibrations so strong they reached through Sora's pants onto Roxas' crotch, making him feel even more sexually frustrated.
Sora stared at the phone, as the smile from his face drained. "You'll get to meet Axel too." He stated, closing the phone and lying down, dreading what was to come.
I hope you like this chapter, I know not much really happened though... I'm really worried I'm going to end up disappointing you with a chapter, and if I do, I'm really sorry! Review please? Even if it's criticism, I promise I can take it!