A/N: Yanno, going for the whole "Sora/Badass/ I-Know-What-I'm-Doing" type thing isn't as hard as he looks...and I really hate all the stories about him being such a little uke...don't get my wrong, he's the best being on BOTTOM, I just hate how he's treated like such a girl...okay, what am I talking about...?
Life's
Cheat Code
-Level 05 Begin-
Abiding Axel's request, Roxas kept his eyes closed, feeling a sudden temperature change, and it was obvious the two were now inside. With Axel's hand guiding him, Roxas followed the redhead until he stopped, the older's hand loosening from Roxas', causing a slight panic. "A-Axel?"
"Hold on, don't open your eyes yet, okay?" The redhead said, followed by a light peck on the cheek. He grabbed the blond's hand again and led him further.
"Roxas, you can open your eyes now." He said with a whisper into the younger's ear. Roxas opened his eyes slowly and blinked once, eyes widening when the enormous roller rink came into his view. Bright lights reflected off the shined flooring, music gently coming from the high speakers, and couples skating on the shiny floor. Roxas gasped gently, feeling Axel's hands snaking onto his shoulders. "C'mon, I'll rent your skates."
"B-but!" Roxas began as Axel grabbed his wrist. "It's alright; I didn't expect you to know how to roller skate. I'll teach you, it'll be fun." They walked up to the counter, checked a few shoe sizes and rented two pairs of roller skates. Axel slipped his on, and helped Roxas relace his and they stood at the entrance of the rink.
"Well?"
"I'm going to fall straight on my ass."
Axel laughed, "I'll be there to catch you, I promise." The redhead gently tugged on the younger's wrist, and onto the rink. Roxas unsteadily rolled onto the rink with a slight yelp in surprise. The rink was surprisingly empty...only about three or four couples all together, rolling gracefully counterclockwise along the glossy floor.
Nearly half way around, Roxas' hand still in Axel's, the blond lost his balance and yelped as he slid a little further past the redhead. "It's okay, you're not doing it wrong." Axel said, followed by a laugh, "Just push out with your feet,"
The redhead flew past the younger and turned gracefully on his skates, "C'mon Roxy, come 'nd get me!"
Roxas stared wide-eyed at the stationary redhead, looking down at his own steady feet. He pushed his own right foot forward gently, pulling the left one after it and then glancing up at the grinning Axel. He lost balance, but was able to skate forward enough to catch up to the older. Axel again grabbed the blond's hand and led him along the rink, easily keeping him on his feet and up to his pace.
"Axel?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm hungry."
/L-C-C\
Judging by how late it was, and how far away Sora's house was, and how Riku wasn't really in a 'position' to drive at the moment, Sora might've had to stay the night.
At Riku's place, with no parents.
After their potential seventh date in the past three weeks of knowing each other, the two came to Riku's house with the intentions of coming in, Sora getting a slow, short tour, and then Sora would be off to go home.
It didn't turn out that way, however.
Riku was captured under the brunet's looming blue eyes, and full out tackled him onto the couch and the two were found in the same position almost an entire half an hour later.
Sora moaned gently against the older boy's lips, feeling his hands heading south along his slim hips and resting on the brunet's thighs. Riku was fully pressed against the younger boy, making any 'less talked about' places highly noticeable, and the slightest movement trigger a rainbow of sensations through both boys. Riku, reminding himself of said sensations, thrust his hips upward into the blue-eyed boy, both mouths parting for an instant to moan in concert. Eyes stayed closed as Riku gently leaned his head down onto the younger's shoulder to regain his breath, ignoring the small saliva rivulet trailing from the corner of his mouth.
Riku gently swiped it away with one of his wrists and sighed, gently breathing against the equally spent brunet boy beneath him. Sora opened his hazy eyes and sighed deeply, "Is th-that all you got...?"
Riku sat up, still trying to catch his breath, "Wh-what?"
"A meager half hour, and you're sitting here like that's all ya got."
"I-I'm not done!" Riku protested, furrowing his eyebrows in what looked like a Riku-pout. Very cute, very unlike Riku. Sora laughed, cupping the older boy's cheek, "What, were you afraid you would suffocate me or something...?"
Riku gently blushed, "Kind of..." Sora scoffed, stroking his cheek with his thumb, "So, you honestly think I have never done this before?"
Riku blinked and stared at the younger boy, caught suddenly off guard with a deep, chaste kiss, feeling the younger's hands snaking around his neck to bring him closer. Sora's tongue grazed the older boy's lips and after a moment was granted access, happily plunging into a temporarily-submissive, and extremely horny Riku. Within the next few moments, Sora had somehow flipped the two over and was now the dominant one, straddling the older boy's hips, trailing the heated kiss south to his neck.
He gently pushed the collar of Riku's shirt out of his way in his wake of starting a hickey. Riku gave somewhat of a struggle before he gave in to the sensations coursing through his body.
Sora was good. And he knew it.
A single bite made the silver haired boy moan into the air of the quiet, empty house. Riku hooked his thumbs into the younger boy's belt slots on his pants, bringing their hips into closer contact, creating another concert of gentle gasps. Sora finished leaving his mark on the older boy, and sat on Riku's thighs while looking up at him. Their eyes met before Riku sat up and joined their lips together again, and moaning once he found Sora's hand inching closer to the button on his pants. With Sora's hand guiding him, Riku laid back down again, and Sora was able to release the button and zipper of the older boy's jeans.
"I can go on for hours, Riku, are you sure you can keep up with me?"
/L-C-C\
The next day, Roxas and Sora had made plans to just wander around town, with Sora and his blaring iPod and no respect for the thoroughly offended people around him at the park as he danced and sang to whatever song that boy had playing...
"Dear Lord..." Roxas muttered, covering his right eye with his palm in sympathy for himself and the older boy as he just blissfully danced and sang.
"Oh, you touch me tra-la-la...Hmm, my ding-ding-dong..." Sora sang in perfect key, pole dancing as he did so, and causing Roxas to nearly have a seizure.
"You tease me, oh please me, I want you to be my love toy-" Sora said, running up to the younger boy and grabbed him by the collar, "Come near me, don't fear me, I just can't get enough of you, boy...Oh, you touch me tra-la-la."
"Ugh, Sora! Knock it off!" The blond boy pushed Sora off of him, in fear of another make-out session, and scoffed, "Jesus, I have a boyfriend, yanno."
Sora stood straight, and took out one earphone, and laughed, "Me too, yanno. Does that mean that Axey-Waxy has you whipped?"
"...If anything, I've got him whipped."
"Good boy! Just like I taught you!" Sora ran up, and hugged the younger boy tightly. Roxas giggled as Sora let him go, and looked up at him, "So, whatcha doin' later, Sora?"
Sora reached into his pocket and paused the iPod, taking it out and wrapping the strings around it, "It's Monday, what do you think I'm doing later...?" He replied, his voice becoming slow, soft and sheltered.
Roxas widened his bright blue eyes at the older boy, "Y-you mean you haven't quit yet...?" "No, Roxas, I haven't...Munny's too good, and...I-I just can't help it..."
"But-but Sora!-"
"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head, Roxy, I'll be fine. How long has it been now, a year and a half? I know what to look out for..." Sora smiled sadly down at the blond boy, and sighed, "I-I know, I should quit...but it'll only be for a little while longer...I need a little extra, okay...? Oh, and whatever you do, Roxas, you have to swear that you won't tell a-"
"I never have and I never will, Sora...But I think they're going to wonder where all your 'pole dancing' skills came from..." Roxas smiled, and crossed his arms over his chest and looked up at the taller boy. Sora sighed, brushing the bangs from his eyes and placing the same hand on his hip. "It's just...not that easy..."
"When's your shift this time...?" Roxas asked, following the trudging brunet to a bench in the park and sat next to him. "Erm...8:30...?"
"That's in an hour, Sora! 8:30 until when?" Roxas crossed his arms again, watching Sora gently nibble at his thumbnail, glancing up at the blond then to the seemingly FASCINATING tree next to them...
"ThreeorsomethingIdunnotheydidn'treallytellme..."
"Three AM!?" The younger boy shouted, standing from the bench and in front of the older boy, "Sora! How is Mommy-Mayuka taking all this, huh?"
"I told mommy I was...washing cars..."
Roxas dropped his shoulders, narrowing his eyes at the taller boy, "...Until three in the morning...?"
"She bought it..."
"Sora." Roxas sat back onto the park bench, and sighed. "Yanno...you don't have to work there..."
It was Sora's turn to sigh. The older boy glanced up at the blond, "Yeah, of course I know that, but... Roxas, it's just NOT easy to quit..."
After a moment of two stares, one a slight glare and the other stubborn and calm, Roxas exhaled deeply, "Okay...fine. I just wont bug you about it anymore..."
Sora smiled, "Good...So, off to a better note, how did your date go last night?"
"He took me to go roller skating..." Roxas murmured, uttering a laugh as the boy sat up straight. "I kept falling, and then I got hungry. I let him feed me french fries, just like you said."
"Good boy." The brunet said, patting the younger one on the head and snaking an arm around his shoulders.
"And then we skated again, and before I really knew it, we were the only ones left on the rink and so we...made out." The word sounded foreign when Roxs said it, making Sora look puzzled, "Was it...any good?"
"Better than your lessons, I can sure as hell tell you that."
Sora snorted, took his arm back and threw them both over the back of the park bench. "Geez, like I would use my best stuff on you."
Roxas smiled, "So, how was yours...?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" Sora exploded, setting down enough to lay down on the bench with his head resting on the blond's right leg. He had MAGICALLY obtained a small yellow dandelion from the nearby grass and was slowly picking out it's leaves. "Well...first, we went to the movies, and made out there... Then, when we got back to his car, we spent the first seven, maybe ten minutes making out... Then, he drove us over to his place so I can see it... And then we-"
"LEMME GUESS!! I'm psychic that way, now let's see...you two...made out?"
"In more ways than one..."
"Okay, ya lost me."
Sora sat up, and dropped his flower, "Well...um...he-er-um..."
"What did you do, Sora."
"He um..." Sora blushed slightly, trying to keep his eyes averted from the blond's.
"You didn't sleep with him, did you?"
"No, no! ...Almost, but then he said that he was really tired, and suggested that I um...slept...in his room...on the same bed, but that's not the point! The point is..."
Sora leaned in closer, all too aware of the hyper, rambunctious, innocent toddlers running around and wreaking havoc.
"He let me give him a hand-job..."
Roxas gasped, reeling back away from the blushing, slightly giggling boy in front of him with one eyebrow arched, "You...jerked him off...?"
Sora nodded. "Yup! Lotsa fun!"
"...Okay, I'm going to pretend I never heard that, so I wont either have nightmares and NEVER be able to get the image out of my head. Wanna head home?"
"Sure." Sora said, standing up and arcing his long, slender, famished body. His shirt inched up, catching Roxas' attention. Knowing the brunet would probably enjoy it more than protest, Roxas lifted his shirt inches over his clearly visible ribs, and counted each one.
"Sora, you're getting skinny again." The blond said, dropping his shirt and looking up at the brunet again.
"I-I have to...I swear though, I ate breakfast, and lunch already, I'm just going to go home, grab an apple or something, and then sneak out..."
Roxas didn't look phased from his glare up at the older boy.
"And stop looking at me like that, you know I'll be okay..."
He slightly bent over to be eye lined with Roxas' big blue eyes, "Just for a little longer though, okay? We need the Munny..."
After a quick, loving kiss on the lips that lasted for less than a second, Sora turned on his way home, opposing the direction Roxas was headed after he cleared his head.
/L-C-C\
With a pop tart in hand, Sora was successful in getting out of the house without waking Mayuka, and was off down the street. It was a rather long walk; thirteen blocks, and the shortcut Sora discovered included jumping an eight-foot brick wall and going through someone's backyard with a rabid Chihuahua named Pepsi. Everyone called her Cha though because she'd bark at everyone who came within sidewalk distance of the house, and people got so used to it they would just say "Cha, cha." instead of "Yeah, yeah.". Sora didn't know why, though.
He decided to just take the long way. Avoiding Cha sounded like a good idea, because the last time he took the shortcut, Cha had friends. Two other male dogs by the names of Buster and Steve-o.
Sora slightly shivered at the thought, and continued along his way down the avenue toward his destination, Felicity, with the old sign from before Sora was born and some of the letters blinking in and out. First it was the first 'I' that started to go, then the top of the 'F', and then there was this really random line that appeared in between the F and E so it looked like it was reading 'Helcity' when they all blinked out on the same nights.
Sora didn't like the name of the shift Sora worked on, but it was best known as 'Gay Night'. He wasn't the only one working, but he was always the best. There was never a bigger crowd than around Sora's table with all the usually desperate, horny, and usually over thirty-year-old men swooning of how Sora could work his hips in the restraining thongs or g-strings (depending on what kind of crowd it was that night) he was wearing. He didn't mind the fact that it was bright pink, just that it accentuated every curve of the 16-year-old's body, causing an excessive motivation to stay skinnier than most of the girls he knew.
He sighed, rounding the alley around the building and using the back entrance of the old building and going into the dressing room wear his locker sat with his attire and make up kits. He sighed as he trudged in and sat on the bench in between the rows of lockers and dialed his combination he had memorized all too easily, 35-4-9. He sighed, eyeing the extremely small, black-leather thong, and reached out for it.
Now, Sora being Sora, he had no shame in changing in the extremely empty locker room and being stark naked for a good twenty seconds. He knew he looked good, it was just...a little cold. It wasn't like this place could afford heating in the locker rooms. So, after his twenty seconds of torture and nearly falling over the bench, he was able to squeeze into the damn thing, and walk around (relatively) comfortably. He reached into the locker again and grabbed the short, black-leather skirt and slipped it on next, and searched around for his spiked choker and fishnet shirt.
A stray spike pricked his finger, and drew blood, Sora noticed when he pulled it back and stuffed it lovingly into his mouth to remedy the brisk pain. He sighed deeply after taking the finger from his mouth, found his fishnet midriff shirt, and slipped it on, followed by his sharp choker. After more digging around, he was able to find his black fishnet gloves and slipped them on, realizing he needed a quick coat of black nail polish.
With his dreary mood slightly raised, he grabbed his makeup kit and headed for the vanity mirror at the edge of the locker room, and sat happily in the rickety, old, torn chair. Sora took the gloves off, and searched the small drawers until a black varnish vile was found. He delicately placed the polish on each fingernail with the utmost care, and turned to look up at himself. He looked normal. Just a normal, plain old 16-year-old, with a job as an ecdysiast, a stripper. He sighed as he blew gently on his nails to dry the cheap polish quickly, realizing that he had forgotten his small rimmed beanie in his locker. He got up to get it, and came back to his seat and began blending the dark purple and blue eye shadows together.
Upon looking back up at his reflection, four giant, dark purple blotches caught his eye and he gasped slightly. He glanced around the locker room, and then reached into his kit to find the concealer. He caked it on gently, trying to avoid his shirt and choker in the process. When the hideous blotches he didn't even remember getting seemed to have disappeared, he took a sign in relief, and began to apply his eye shadow, the eye liner, lipstick, lip liner, blush and the one thing Sora hated most, mascara.
He sighed when he looked at his creation in the mirror after he was done. This wasn't him at all...well, to a certain degree it was, but he wouldn't consider wearing this much make up; but he was required to. They said it made him look more appealing.
He didn't care anymore...
He glanced at the shoe racks, grabbed his 5-incher shiny black hooker-like boots and slipped them on.
He took one last look in one of the full length mirrors near the door to the stage.
"Am I pretty enough now...?"
He whispered, and after one last sigh, he stepped through the backstage door, and set up behind the blinding lights, bright pink gigantic curtains, and the concealed pole that was just begging for his undivided attention.
+Insert Coin To Continue?+
A/N: Believe it or not...I turned Sora into a damn whore.
And the whole hand job this was the initial inspiration for the WHOLE fic. Started out as a oneshot, but then I decided that I needed a back story.
...So what if I'm a loser?