A/N: God, lemons make me procrastinate like a mother fucker. :D

Life's Cheat Code

-Level 16: Begin-

Hands roamed hard against clothed skin, lips crashed and tongues battled for dominance as Riku and Sora both struggled to make it to Riku's bed before giving up and going all out on the damned floor.

"I've missed you…uh, a lot."
Sora giggled, "Yeah? I've kind of missed you too…"

When Riku started grinding his hips desperately against Sora's, it was all the brunet could do but moan and match his grinds perfectly with the same, if not more, desperation the older boy had.

Sora ground his teeth and fisted Riku's shirt when he felt lips move from his own bruising lips down his jaw onto his neck, biting and nipping, eliciting small, needy moans from the younger boy.

"Why…didn't you tell me? I…I would've done everything to help you! I would have…" Riku trailed off.
Sora looked him over, sitting across from the older boy at the table.
"Riku…there wasn't much to do…" He smiled, "It was beyond your power, Riku…"

Sora let out a breathy moan and nails raked across the skin he had finally uncovered from underneath Riku's shirt. Riku's teeth kneaded already agonizingly bruised skin and for the first time in a long time, Sora
felt completely h e l p l e s s.

"I've been…torn apart by this. I realized, well…I need you."
Sora's smile faltered in the slightest bit.
"Things will be different…completely different. I'm not… I won't just use you, like I used to think I could get away with…"
Sora blinked, eyelashes glittering the slightest bit, even with the dark sweatshirt and tattered jeans.
"I was…s e l f i s h…"

Sora could feel his heart flutter relentlessly when Riku was finally able to remove his shirt and was scaling his torso with a flicking tongue and endlessly needing hands. Before Riku could trail any lower, and before Sora was not going to be able to stop himself, he flipped the both of them over, straddling the taller boy, looking him over before feeling those needy hands come back to roam over skin and pull him over to kiss the same desperate lips, hips beginning another steady, agonizingly slow rock and Sora couldn't have felt more v u l n e r a b l e…

"You're apart of me…"

A hand snuck into the hole of Sora's boxers, causing all movement to suddenly stop and all thoughts to stop and focus on that, right t h e r e. Sora moaned, steadying himself on his slacking arms, starting another, involuntary rock of the hips into the hand that knew him oh so fucking well.

Riku only watched as Sora tried to talk, tried to keep tears from falling from his eyes, as he told his story.
"I…really haven't been touched by a hand that's loved me, in…in a long time. They're all the same… I-I just can't do that again, I hated it; it was painful, I was humiliated…but I knew there was only one way I could help my mom, and…"
Sora scrambled suddenly, wiping his eyes on his dampening sleeves. Riku stood then, moving closer the brunet and grabbing one of his hands. Sora's sparkling eyes moved up to the taller boy.
"Let's get out of here, huh?"

Sora breathed against Riku's neck, against the hand working his length, against how good it felt to be here and how…how they just couldn't do this.

"R-Riku…" He said, using the lazing muscles in his arms to bring himself to look at the other boy. He continued his rhythm of pumping without a second thought until it was Sora who had to grab his arm and make him stop.

"We…we can't…"

Riku sat up suddenly, "What? Why?"

Sora's eyes were downcast, at his discarded and inside-out shirt. "I have to know… Know for sure, before we do…anything."

Riku, at first, looked up at Sora like he had no idea what he was talking about. When it hit him, though, he did understand, and lay Sora down next to him. Sora's hands covered his shoulders as he watched Riku, only Riku, as he threaded his fingers delicately through his tangled hair, placing a peck on the blue-eyed boy's forehead.

Riku pulled the blankets over the both of them, and stayed quiet. Sora didn't cry like he thought he would; he stayed relatively quiet throughout the night. Riku only held him; being unselfish was going to be harder than he thought.

/L-C-C\

"He didn't pick up." Axel said, flipping his phone back and stuffing it into his pocket, placing his hands back at the wheel.

Roxas stared out the car window, only half listening to the radio and to Axel's reply. He answered with a sigh, watching his breath fog up the window, noticing just how much fresh snow was falling. He felt Axel's hand ruffle his hair.

"It's okay, he probably went through with it…"

"Yeah." His stare hadn't shifted.

"It was a great idea, you know… Riku's in, uh… He went through with it. Don't worry."

Roxas sighed again. He thought that if Sora wouldn't talk to anyone voluntarily, it would have had to be forced. A blind date invitation inside an envelope of his favorite color was the ultimate turn on, he had heard Sora say a few times, and proclaimed it the best idea ever.

But the lack of communication with the silver-haired teen he had handed the idea over to was making his confidence dwindle.

Maybe he didn't go through with it. Maybe he did, and the two of them were just…busy.

This wasn't getting them anywhere, and there was no use in moping about it. Axel sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose as he pulled up on the street in front of his house. Roxas pulled the latch and opened the door, stopping after he didn't hear Ael open his door to get out of the car. He looked up at the red head; his arm was propped up on the door handle, supporting his head, and his eyes were closed.

"What's wrong?" He asked, stepping back into the car, not even bothering to close the door completely.

Axel sighed. Deeply. He lifted his head and looked Roxas over, blinking twice. Slowly.

"I, uh…I don't think we should spend the night here tonight."

"Is it Akino?"

Axel hesitated. "Yeah. He's, uh, been drinkin'."

Roxas looked down at his shoes. "We could go back to my place, if you want to."

Axel was resting his head again, this time, on the back of the driver's seat. "I've been talking to Reno a lot lately, Rox."

"Yeah?"

"His roommate moved out last week. He offered me the room if I got a job in Midgar."

The blond didn't say anything. He just kept his eyes on his beat up, dirty converse and didn't say a word. Axel started the car, Roxas pulled the door closed, and they drove off.

Roxas glared at his shoes. Life wasn't going his way. Not at all today. He really wanted today to be over with. Axel stayed quiet the whole ride to Roxas's house, the occasional "I know I'm In Trouble" sigh through his nose and curse under his breath at people cutting him off at eleven o'clock at night. He pulled to a halt at the curb in front of the house, and ruffled the younger boy's hair. Roxas didn't like that.

He swatted at Axel's hand, a few times even after he had reeled back and gave the blond a confused look, and glared at him, "Why are you so calm about this moving away from Twilight thing, huh!?"

"Hey, Rox, calm-"

"No! I will not calm down!" He was practically out of his seat, fighting against the seatbelt to get into Axel's face. "Life lately has been one huge fucking mess, and now you want to throw this curveball at me? Oh, Axel, my friend, you have OUTDONE yourself this time!"

Axel arched and eyebrow.

"And I will have you know, Ax-el, that going about this whole situation by myself is COMPLETELY out of the question!"

Axel only could stare, arms at a defensive position in case the blond wanted to slap at him or something.

Instead, he sank back into his seat in a slump, heaving slightly, boring more holes into his shoes with his death-glare. "I…can't have you move, Axel."

Roxas felt Axel's hand tuck itself on his neck, but after the pull to the middle of the car and Axel's lips meeting his, it was a bit of a blur. The two got out of the car casually after the make-out session, walked into Roxas's empty house, went up to Roxas's room and life suddenly was not a fucking mess anymore.

It was like a slow motion sex scene from the movies, slightly blurred in the corners of the screen with an added glow for effect. Roxas closed the door and he had barely enough time to turn around before Axel had him pinned against it, one hand behind the blond's head, the other on his waist, tongue demanding entrance into the younger's mouth. Their bodies pressed together like puzzle pieces, Axel's neck craning that little extra to make it easier to reach, Roxas raking his painted fingernails across the older's shirt.

They parted only to pull Axel's shirt off and then continue, discarding it to the floor and then beginning to work on Roxas's belt. Roxas's hands swept over Axel's revealed skin with a needy sense of desperation as his belt clinked open and suddenly the two were backing up to the bed, Axel leading. His back connected with the comforters without skipping a beat, bringing the blond down with him, still keeping their mouths connected even as he expertly got rid of the younger boy's pants.

Axel moaned as Roxas adjusted himself atop his hips, expertly keeping his lips connected along his neck. Fingers danced lazily across a goose-bumped torso as bigger, stronger hands clasped on the younger boy's waist, kneading hips from slight anticipation, or just to watch Roxas writhe, the blond would never know.

Roxas's fingers tangled in the red happy trail leading into the red-head's boxers, combing through them as he inched his way south. Axel muffled a groan as he did this, slightly adjusting a leg as the button popped and zipper dragged oh so slowly down its trail. His free hand ghosted over the skin on his neck before Roxas pushed himself up and pulled the loosened pants off and tossed them to the floor.

Axel leaned forward and pulled Roxas's shirt off swiftly before turning the two of them over, slightly grinding against the younger boy as he leaned down and put his skillful tongue to good use, knees still holding him up. Roxas shuddered and stifled a moan that was a little less than dignifying that bubbled in his throat as Axel's tongue went ohgoddothatagain there. He raked his bitten nails across toned abs, suddenly ceasing the red head's flicking tongue.

Roxas's hand disappeared into the fabric, grabbing the redhead almost impatiently by the length, making his hips buck and thoughts blur. Roxas began moving his hand gently at first, up and down Axel's member, feeling his breath hitch and body shudder against his own. Axel's breath ran over the blond's neck as his hands gained minds of their own, running tenderly over the sensitive skin on his inner thigh.

Roxas increased his hand's pace, pumping harder.

Axel shuddered again, breath shaky as it turned into lips that pressed against Roxas's skin, his hand coming up and stopping the hand pumping away at his length.

He then tugged at the blond's boxers, which soon came off, along with his own. Roxas reached over to his nightstand for his lotion, Axel's fingers already ghosting over his entrance, and tried not to shudder. He failed miserably, the ripple of which nearly made him drop the bottle onto the floor.

He handed it to Axel before settling back into a comfortable position. This part had always managed to make him blush; the noises he made were incredibly embarrassing. Axel coated the strawberry-scented lotion onto his fingers and set the bottle aside. He looked up at Roxas, his eyes darting across the ceiling and his chest already heaving.

"Are…you okay?"

Roxas' fists that were clenching the blankets suddenly softened and he looked up at the redhead. "Uh…yeah, I'm fine…just, uh…mentally preparing."

Axel's lips curled deviously. "Oh? Well, Roxas, are you preparing for an agonizingly slow release, or a quickie?"

Roxas glared up at the ceiling and sighed. "I'll hit you."

Axel laughed, jerking the boy's legs apart even more, one of them propped onto his shoulder, and pushed a finger into the younger boy's entrance. Roxas' breath hitched and his eyes closed, throat stifling a strangled moan. Axel didn't hesitate after first letting Roxas adjust; soon Roxas was riding three of Axel's long fingers, his body already slick with a thin layer of sweat, his voice cracking with each breathy call of the redhead's name or strained moan. Axel had to be the one to slow the pace and finally retract his fingers; the boy might've gone off without him.

Roxas complied hesitantly with the sudden rush of the world coming back into focus as Axel cleaned off his fingers with a tissue. The blond looked up at the ceiling and swallowed hard. He gripped the bottle of lotion and sat up cross-legged on the bed, squeezing the substance onto his palm, glancing up at Axel, meeting his gaze. Axel then crossed his legs and pulled the blond closer, pressing their lips together, tongue sliding against the other's as a hand suddenly clenched around his member again, tearing him from the kiss to catch his breath.

Roxas pushed himself onto the older male's lap, continuing his slow pumps, lubricating his length. Axel's head tilted toward the ceiling, eyes closed, breath ragged, his hands reaching up to Roxas' shoulders to keep himself upright.

The hand disappeared suddenly; Axel opened his eyes to watch Roxas tower over him, standing on his knees, eyes wide and chest heaving.

The process was a little slow, slightly awkward. He has to guide Axel's member at first, then has to wait for it to stop hurting as it breaks him open; but when it does, the two of them move together, Roxas' shaft traveling the length of Axel's chest with each grind, rise and fall, friction pooling in the pits of their guts. Roxas threw caution to the wind and couldn't stop himself from moaning as he rode the redhead, meeting him half-thrust. He's finally able to reach the sweetspot that made Roxas' thrusts hiccup for a moment, his eyes roll back and his member twitch with need against his chest.

Axel lays back, back not even on the bed anymore, uncrosses his legs and watches, watches as Roxas rides and he can't hold it anymore. He comes and suddenly his back can't hold him up anymore. Roxas does soon after, splatters all over his own legs and Axel's stomach with one last gasp of breath and flicker of eyelashes.

Roxas' legs are wobbly as he helps Axel back onto the bed and grabs a tissue, cleaning him off lazily and tossing it away. They're both panting as Roxas lays next to the taller male on the bed, naked and spent, and doesn't notice when Axel pulls them both up to the head of the bed and pulls the covers over them, or even when he runs his fingers through his hair, just over the ear, and the world goes dark and sleep claims them both.

The next morning, Roxas wakes with crusty eyes and a blinking light on his cell phone he almost misses. He picks it up, sleep still clouding his vision as he flips it open and reads the text message, from eight-something this morning.

Riku:
Thanks, Roxas.

/L-C-C\

Sora's leg couldn't possibly flip out any more than it was doing right now. He was sure it wasn't even his muscles spasming on its own accord; he was just nervous as hell sitting at the kitchen table across from his mother, who's fingers were drumming against the table. Riku only sat to Sora's left as quietly as possible.

"So...this money earning deal."

Sora chuckled keeping his eyes down on the tiled floor. "Yeah. I…-" He took a breath, "There has never been a carwash, mom… I made that up to cover up what I've really been doing."

Her eyebrow raised. "I'm listening."

Sora sighed heavily, banging his head against the table as he laid it down. "I worked at a strip club. Then I became a companion… with benefits."

"A what?"

Hs head shot up, "You know; a concubine? Harlot? Courtesan?"

She was still confused-looking.

"A prostitute, Mom… A whore."

Mayuka looked at Sora with a different look; an unreadable look. She sat up straight in her chair, crossed her arms on the table, and looked down at the floor. Sora looked at Riku, and Riku was looking at the shiny salt and pepper shakers on the table…

"Really."

Both Sora and Riku jumped. Sora looked at her before nodding and running a nervous hand through his hair.

"You've been letting old hairy men touch you? For money?" Her eyes narrowed instantly, "Do you know how illegal that is!?"

"Yes, Mom-"

"Where do these disgusting people live!? I'll have them all put in prison the rest of their lives! And you!" She pointed to Riku, his head shooting up and eyes wide. Like a puppy's.

"What's your view on all this? You didn't try to-"

"He didn't know, Mom, don't blame him." Her eyes flashed toward Sora.

"I broke up with Riku right before this all started. He had no idea. Only Roxas knew-"

"And he didn't do anything?" She was getting hysterical.

"He tried, I was just too stubborn. I… I needed to help you, that was the only reason why I did it… It was stupid, but it's done, and it won't be done a second time. I promise."

By this time, Mayuka was back in her seat, tears already welling at the corners of her eyes.

"And this is…" She paused to use a tissue to wipe her eyes. "Over with…right? No more street walking at night and letting old men touch you?"

"Right. Its all…over with." Sora ran a hand through his hair.

Mayuka sniffled a few times as she fixed her makeup. "So, what do you suggest we do now, kiddo?"

"We should go to the free clinic." He said flatly, only glancing up between his mother and Riku.

"Very good." She said, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "That's a nice first step, Sora."

+Insert Coin To Continue?+

A/N: Roxas talking properly = Author Reading Angels and Demons and LOVING it too much.

"They stole his eye?"

LAWL Dan Brown is mah hero :D

GAWD THAT MOVIE CHOPPED IT UP.

Beta'd be Kinoma-chan :D