Sorry for the long wait! I'm a terrible person, I know, but you'll love this chapter. I promise! To explain why I've been away: One, almost my entire body is now covered in plaques Hello Sweet Syndrome -.-! Second, I've been having a lot of hard times with my heart lately (2011 just ain't my year). Third, I got rid of my writer's block on my novel, and I was typing away for a while (it is epic! OwO) And lastly, some of you will know this because you may have gone on my DA, I was doing a lot of crap on that... plus a seven hour long drawing on PaintTool Sai.

Reviews time! =3 (Thank you all so much for being patient!)

To the Poet's Raven: Sorry! You'll get your fill now, though it probably sucks ^w^" Trust me, i hate cliffhangers a lot too, but they're fun to use... And Sea Salt Ice Cream doesn't melt? I never knew... And I think that was my favorite part (other than the haunted house itself) which was when Riku started asking this and that. I was grinning the whole time.

To Kirei Ryuusei: Same. And last time I went in a haunted house, things didn't go down so well...

To ICanHazCheeseBurderRawr: It's sketchy... a little bit of both, I guess.

To Kingdom hearts birth by sleep: I'll feel fine eventually =3 I hope. And yeah, I hate him too.

Anyways, send me a shout if you want something to show on this story (you're all gonna rip me to shreds for the next chapter by the way), or if you want a one-shot. I'll be happy to give it a go when I have time! ^^

Enjoy Paper Moon!

Paper Moon

Chapter Twenty-One

The highs...

Seven hours ago

Roxas

He's there again, I can hear them arguing - well, Sora's not yelling as much as he's crying, the sound making me want to barge in there and rip that old fart's throat out, King or no King. But I sit there outside the living room, hands over my ears and forehead on my knees as I try to drown it all out. But still they don't cease.

"I will not take no for an answer!" Fighting for the same thing - why does Sora have to fight to live? To be allowed to do what he wants?

That's Royalty for you. They don't give a rat's ass about what you want.

"No!" He cries out again, voice breaking.

"Will I have to kill him to get you to agree?" Xemnas asks, threatening. But I don't fear my life as he says that. I only continue to worry about him.

"Don't you dare even try to lay a finger on him!" Sora shouts, sounding pissed as hell. I shut my eyes, but the darkness behind my eyelids doesn't help. "Ever since she died, you've been nothing but a... a pain in the ass! Before she died, you didn't force me! What, did your kindness follow her to the other world?"

A thud. My eyes snap open at the cry, and I walk mechanically, opening the door wide.

Sora

I knew he'd come in, even as I think no, don't come over and over in my mind. But of course, he likes to not listen to me in these circumstances. He kneels beside me, and I warn him with my eyes to go, but still he doesn't listen as he whispers lowly to me, asking if I'm hurt. I shake my head no, but that's a lie. He knows it, I see it in his eyes. But I can tell he knows that I'm saying it so that my grandfather won't have the pleasure of having hurt me. Glaring, cerulean eyes hard as ice, he turns to him.

"What's your goddamn problem?" (A.N.: Wow, having a cussing Demon in my novel sure helps writing it in here XD) He asks, still kneeling in front of me, between grandfather and me.

"This is none of your concern, peasant." He says, eyes slanting, golden eyes cold and uncaring. Roxas challenges that stare, returning his glare right back at him.

"It's not about his heritage anymore." Roxas says flatly, surprising me. I look at him, but his eyes give nothing away, guarded like the pits of tartarus, lips in a tight line. "And from what I can see, I hit the nail on the head, right, King?" He says the word like if he was spitting acid from his mouth.

"Enlighten me." He says, drawling out the words, like if he cares. Probably doesn't.

"It's about your grandson not being 'normal', as you'd put it. Because he's gay." Roxas' lip curls back slightly out of repulsion. "And you call yourself a King. Goddamnit my father could do a better job than you, and let me tell you, he isn't the best man there is."

"Watch your mouth!" Grandfather snarls. He then looks at me. "I don't care at all about the Will. You got one week to either kick this rude boy out of your life, or say hello to the streets." Gathering his coat, trying to probably regain whatever dignity he lost, he stalks out. As soon as the door to the living room slams shut, Roxas sighs, as if he'd been holding his breath, slumping back, his back hitting the wall behind him.

He remains quiet, just staring at the ceiling, eyes flickering sometimes as if he's looking from one thought to the other, eyes always confused and disturbed. After what seems like forever, I say something.

"Say something." I say, but beg could be a better word.

"What do you want me to say?" He asks, eyes turning to look at me from behind golden locks.

"Anything." I look to my hands that are fisted on my knees. "As logn as you say something." Because when you don't talk, it's as if you're not here.

"Your grandfather's an ass." He says, tone slightly mock-cheerful, eyebrow raised. I laugh slightly at his voice.

"You're insulting a donkey, you know. Even they're better than him." Now he laughs a little, eyes closing.

"What are you going to do?" He asks softly, almost afraid to whisper the words. "I can-"

"Don't." I glare at him a moment. "I've dealt with him before; I can do it again."

"I don't want you to have to feel like you need to do it for me." He looks back to the ceiling.

"Well, too bad." I can just imagine what he's thinking as he sighs. So stubborn. "Because I am, whether you like it or not."

"Thought so." We share a smile. "Just don't do something that'll get you killed." I shrug at his words, leaving it at that and just leaning back against the floor to watch the ceiling with him.

"Way to ruin a day, huh?" I ask. He nods once grimly.

~~(.)~~

"Now don't bother me for the night." He mumbles to the dogs, which have grown a little more. Both just curl up in front of the fireplace, sleeping within moments. He sits down hard beside me on the sofa, looking over my shoulder while rubbing his right eye with his hand at my drawing.

"Care to explain?" He asks. I add another shadow to the side of a branch.

"It's a Sakura tree." I say, drawing another falling petal dancing in the air. "They're native to Japan. I hear that at some places you can walk in a litteral rainfall of petals, but they bloom for ten days only, in the Spring, just before it starts to get hot." I add one last, harsh shadow to the grass, putting the pencil down afterwards. I look at it a moment, smiling to myself. "I want to go see it someday."

"I'm sure you'll be able to." He stretches his arms over his head, letting them drop to his lap afterwards. "Hey, Sora...?"

I look at him, but he avoids my gaze. "Hmm? What is it?"

"Do you think he'll do it?" He asks, as if he's afraid of speaking the words.

"What do you mean?" I turn my body to look at him, left leg dangling off the side a little.

"Well, he said he'd kick you out," he starts, looking at me. "And he also said he'd kill me. Do you think he would?"

"Over my dead body." I say confidently, looking down to my sketch in my lap afterwards, fingers splayed as they move back and forth slowly on it. "The killing you part, anyways. He can kick me out for all I care." He puts his hands on mine, and I look up at him, his eyes not far from mine.

"That kindness of yours will be the death of you someday, I swear." He says, lips curved upwards into a smile. I stick out my tongue at him. "But that's alright. I just hope nothing happens that'll drive us apart." (A.N.: *sniff sniff* Is that foreshadowing I smell? Nah, just kidding. I'm not that cruel... or am I...?)

"Again, over my dead body." I grin. He sighs, rolling his eyes and leaning back, hands still on mine but his back leaning on the backrest again.

"Always so stubborn."

"Always so oblivious."

And through his eyes I can see his thought, mirroring mine.

Always so beautiful.

~~(^.^)~~

(*Evil smile* Enjoy this part~ Be GRATEFUL! D=)

Present time: (Estimate) 11 pm (Sora)

And he's not letting go but that alright, because I don't want him to. Hands slowly exposing the skin of his stomach I'm familiar with, making it long and torturing for him. His patience wears thin, but everytime he's about to complain, I do something that makes him forget his little complaint for a little while.

Because I'm nervous and I don't know what to do.

And yet my whole body is protesting, telling me to just get it over with already, because, like Roxas, it seems I too have gotten tired of waiting. He opens his mouth to say something but I do it again - a slow, yet hard grind into him, making it more agonizing that we're still fully-clothed. His voice, instead of speaking my name, drawls it out.

"Fuck, Sora, let me... say something." His eyes are closed, but when he opens them, he's unsure too. But not because he's wondering if it's a good idea, but just because we don't know what to do now that we are. "We can stop, if you're-"

"No." I say flatly, lips to his neck as I just let them linger there. "If we don't now, we won't ever. And we don't know if we'll ever get another chance."

"Alright then..." He says slowly, dramatically - I'd stopped whatever I was doing to him for the moment. "Fucking stop torturing me and get on with it."

"Impatient now, are we?" Paying no heed, I continue to slowly remove that shirt of his. A half-growl escapes his lips and he takes control, turning us so that he now has me pinned.

Methinks I made him wait long enough. And I'll probably pay.

"Alright, what're you gonna do?" I ask. He doesn't respond; he puts his lips to mine, hands trailing up my sides underneath my shirt, tickling my sides with the ghost touches. "R-R-Roxas! S-Stop!" I laugh between his lips. He grins, and in one swift move he has it over my head, attacking the exposed flesh with vengeance, probably to make me wish I hadn't been torturing him. Sadly, it works. I squirm underneath him, his fingers tickling me wherever they slide, but not in the way that you laugh. Not. At. All.

"Someone's getting exited~" He sings, but I stick out my tongue at him, gasping as he - God, he just...

"Roxas!" Somewhat against my will I lean into that touch while the complaint falls from my lips, I momentarily forgetting what I was about to say.

"See?" I frown at him, the chill of the night not really biting me as I tug on the bottom of his shirt. He takes my hands away, one of them grabbing my wrists and pinning them over my head, his other still making me whine somewhat in the back of my throat. "We're doing this my way."

"Since when are you on top?" I ask between the gasps I make as he presses down with that hand still between my thighs - making me keen in the process - referring to all the times we ended somewhat like this, but I'd never been in that position, had I?

Hand still holding my wrists as I squirm underneath him, just making that hand of his catch even more reactions out of me. But I don't think I'm trying to escape anymore. His other hand begins a slow process of removing the barrier that's in his way, making my face flush. I turn my head away and look to the wall, embarassed despite myself. The cold does bite this time, making me hiss.

"Roxas, wait-" My words die as he - oh God, he does - and I can't help but help him take it all in, gasping and no longer cold at all as he slowly starts driving me nuts. How is he such a natural at this? I can't help but wonder. He laughs, probably out of my reaction, having let go of my wrists a moment ago, but my hands grab the sheets as he does that, and I can't help it, I can't, no matter how little noise I try to make. I let that long, low cry rip from my throat, and he smirks, but he's growing impatient, I can tell.

And he does something - I don't know what - but my back arches and I can't even gasp his name, can't even tell him to wait, because everything is so confusing and before I know it he's licking whatever it is from his lips, retracting them from where they previously were, smiling at me with one finger trailing up and down my chest.

"I'm pretty sure that by now, you're tired of waiting as well." He grins.

"No fair." I mumble, throat sore from the cry I'd let out. What was that? He raises an eyebrow, and I tug at his shirt, hands shaking from whatever high I come down from. "Take. These. Off."

He laughs once, gesturing to himself. "You want to do it, or shall I?" As a response I gain the control again, not happy at all that he'd made me scream his name like that. "Just to let you know, that was-"

"Don't care." I growl, wanting that revenge. I tug the shirt off, pushing him down and peppering him with touches from my fingers and my lips, and though he's almost like I was, he's still bothered by that slow pace.

So before a repeat can happen - or worse - I start tugging his pants down, but God do I not want to do what he just did - I don't want to go there. Instead, not looking, I wrap my hands around it, his back arching as I start with - yet again - a slow torture he grows tired of but he doesn't want to stop me from doing it this time. And though I don't want, I do it anyways, taking it into my mouth as far as I can, and he gasps my name, arching into my mouth, and just to get it over with, I make quick work of that, swallowing every last drop of whatever that was. It tastes kinda good, though.

He looks at me, eyes half-closed, dulled in a way that makes me wonder. "Umm..." I start uneasily, fingers splayed on his stomach, it being slightly shiny with a slight layer of sweat. "Do you..."

He rolls his eyes, grinning. "Lean back." He says, gently. I comply without question, though I know what he wants to do and I'm kinda scared. He kisses my forehead, hands on my cheeks. I relax a moment, but stiffen when a single digit enters, a small cry escaping my lips, cringing from the entrusion. He continuously kisses my forehead, whispering but I don't hear any of it, all I know is that I want it out.

Eventually it stops being painful, but just long enough for him to slide in another, and here comes the slight pain again, writhing underneath him, tears falling from my eyes as he adds a third quickly after. Kissing them away he continues to soothe me, and it stops hurting again and almost starts feeling nice, but then he removes his fingers and I can't help but pout.

But then that means the pain will come back, cause I know that wasn't the worst of it. The worst is next, and he reads it in my eyes, but he can't stop that fear, we've come this far...

"I can stop." He whispers, hidden tone of voice screaming anything but wanting to do that. "But after this... I won't be able to."

"Just... just do it." I shut my eyes tightly, gritting my teeth and hearing a soft I'm sorry from him before he pushes in, and I scream, I feel it in my throat as I scream, and he stops, having gone in completely, and he waits. His body shakes with wanting to just do it, but he waits. He doesn't move. He waits.

Again he continues to wait, eyes somewhat closed in concentration, so as to not listen to what his body wants.

I move once, and a jolt runs up, but it doesn't hurt and that's what matters as I nod, and looking somewhat thankful after two long minutes, he pulls back out, I whimpering at the loss, but he pounds right back in and the feeling of that makes my back arch as another sound escapes my lips, enticing him, his lips finding my neck as he continues to pound, driving me insane with every blow, and I clutch his back with my fingers, nails digging into the flesh and probably hurting him but the pain spurts him on to return some of the pain, but I don't feel pain. Soon his cries join mine - thank the architect of this home for making the bedroom walls soundproof - and it's loud and full of gasping breath as his face remains an inch from mine, his eyes closed like mine and his face flushed. I move my leg slightly, crying out as he hits something that makes me see stars. He notices it too.

"God, Roxas!" I cry out. My back arches as he does it again, chest hitting his as I do so. I feel it again, that warmth I felt not too long ago, and he goes faster at my plea, hitting harder, driving me insane. And when I can't take it anymore, I shout his name, warm liquid on my chest and his stomach as I shout, and he pounds in once more, hard as hell, making me cry out with the feeling as something warm shoots along my insides. He rides out whatever high he's falling from, before collapsing on top of me, barely taking the time to pull out, that's how tired we both are, and wearily he pulls up the blanket.

"Shower in the morning." He mumbles, and he pulls me to his chest, and our lips meet in a gentle, tired kiss before he leans his chin over my head, arms around my waist and falling asleep. I follow his example, one weary thought following me into a dreamless sleep.

God help you, grandfather, if you try to hurt him.

Are you all HAPPY now? D=

I'm kidding =3 But really now, be GRATEFUL!

Roxas: She makes it sound as if we tried to kill her with chopsticks.

Sora: I hear ninja's can do that.

Now the rating will have to change, hurr... but sorry once again for the long wait.