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Ghastly, chilling images flickered about in Sora's head.

Roxas's face when he had first heard of the volleyball match, eager and excited. It was followed by his face when he had pulled away from Sora at the pool, shocked and confused.

Ven's face shortly followed.

His blush when he aimlessly kept running away from the volleyball, his concerned eyes when he asked Sora what was wrong when the 'nightmare' occurred. The warm expression when he welcomed Sora home from Kairi's house.

The one image, the image he couldn't keep thinking about. His composed, relaxed face when he was wrapped in Vanitas's arms.

A loud, blaring roar of thunder echoed through the sky- bringing Sora back to the surface. Clattering raindrops soon followed, hitting the rooftop like small bullets. Sora had heard it, though he hasn't seen it.

Was this a dream?

Other than the startling thunder, there was something pleasant in the air. It nipped at his nose, making him inhale a deep breath. The scent had swirled around in his throat, making his mouth water.

Mm. It had been a warm, pleasant smell somewhere close. As sweet, as it was bitter, it smelt like...home.

It had been coffee. Someone must have gotten up early to start brewing a pot. It was almost done, it began to make that air- bubbled sound when the last of the water was suctioned down.

Sora could hear a chair pull out on the wooden floor, and light footsteps aiming towards the kitchen.

Roxas?

It couldn't be.

Sora slowly opened his eyes, just barely peeking from his lashes. He had seen a figure walk into the kitchen, towing towards the mug cabinet. He had poured himself a glass, and began to walk back towards the table. He saw his eyes flash towards Sora's face.

"Roxas?" Sora's voice was still thick was sleep. He sat up on the small couch, propped up on his arm. He rubbed one eye, trying to clearly see Roxas.

"Hey, sleepy head." He said casually, heading towards the couch. "About time you woke up, it's nearly noon,"

Sora was now propped up all the way, his legs tangled in with a green blanket. "How long was I sleeping for?"

Roxas pursed his lips, casually checking the clock on the wall. "Well, we got home at about 5 at night, and you completely blacked out. Its 11 right now. So, I'm guessing about 14 hours?" He quickly did the math in his head. He shook his head, smiling.

Sora blushed. "14 hours? H-how?" He tried counting back the long hours.

"You were tired Sora. I don't blame you, a lot happened last night," Roxas tilted his head at the side.

Sora shook his head, trying to escape the image of Ven's face once again. He tried to distract himself, "How did I even get here?" The last thing Sora recalled was running in the empty halls, Roxas chasing after him, yelling his name...

Roxas looked back up. "Well, Axel and I had to carry you here. When you stopped dead at the football field, we thought you passed out. We brought you here, and placed you on the couch. Now, here you are," He grinned. He almost seemed happy by the idea.

Sora tried remembering, though nothing came up. He just remembered everything went dark, he couldn't find his way back to the surface..

"Oh," Sora started. "W-well, thanks for letting me stay here," He blushed, smiling his trademark grin.

Roxas chuckled, "It's nothing. I couldn't just leave you," His voice trailed off at the end again, and his smile faded into a frown. His eyes locked on the floor, once more, something gleaming in his eyes.

Sora's brows pulled together. "Roxas, what's wrong?"

"I wanted to tell you something, yesterday," The blonde started, his eyes still focused on the ground. "You...You where so numb yesterday. You just sat at your desk, staring at your hands the entire hour. I...Well, thought it might have been from a few days ago, at the pool," Roxas shook his head. Sora swore he could have seen a faint hint of red in his face. "I felt terrible. Not just in class, but since that night. I couldn't stop thinking about how I was an idiot and left you alone like that. I feel awful, please try and forgive me."

Roxas finally met Sora's eyes. His azure eyes glimmered at the edges, and they were filled with sheer apology.

Sora shook his head slightly, sighing a laugh. "You don't have any reason to apologize. I'm the one who should be saying sorry. You did nothing wrong, Roxas," Sora's voice was gentle, somehow forgiving.

"Still, I shouldn't have left. Axel said you were wandering around the peer, all by yourself. Something could have happened to you Sora," Concern raised his voice a few octaves. Roxas unconsciously reached out to touch Sora's knee as he spoke the last words of his sentence. Realizing what he did, he hastily pulled away, curling his fingers to his chest.

"S-sorry…" Roxas mumbled as his ears felt suddenly hotter.

Sora's brows weaved together once again, watching Roxas's embarrassed face. The blonde's azure eyes studied the tangled carpet on the floor, and his lips pursed the slightest bit. His eyebrows where pulled together, naturally when your humiliated. He could also see a tinge of scarlet behind his pale skin.

He was really going to miss that look.

Roxas had thought that all of this was his fault? He was so far away from the truth. Guilt slowly trickled in Sora's veins, making his heart beat with shame.

"Roxas," Sora started, tracing the design of the quilt. "There was, well, a reason why all this happened,"

Roxas looked back up at him, his embarrassment only a memory.

Sora went on. "You see, uh, just a few nights ago..I had a, well, dream," Sora couldn't help it, but he gave in to the deep, red crimson blush.

"Dream?" Roxas asked, curiosity laced with puzzlement. "What do you mean?"

The brunette took all his determination to look up Roxas's eyes. "I had a dream. Of- of you,"

Sora's eyes fell in utter embarrassment, his hands coiled in tight fists. Now it was his turn to be humiliated.

"Sora, I'm still confused."

Sora's blush was still burning like charcoals on his face. He bit his index finger, clenching his teeth hard on his skin. Why was this so hard to say!

"I had a dream with you..That-that should have been a dream of Ven!"

"Ven was in the dream?" Roxas asked, completely lost in his Sora's jumbled words.

"No! It should have been a dream of Ven, not you! It should have been Ven and I on the beach! It should have been Ven and I kissing! It should have been Ven and I reaching for each other! But it wasn't, it was me and you, Roxas!" Sora's words came out quickly and breathlessly. His hands were still clenched on his knees, and his eyes were tightly closed.

Seconds ticked by. The only sound was the rain beating the roof, spilling down the windows like Amazon streams. He also heard Roxas's shallow, stern breathes coming from his parted mouth.

Sora was tempted to open his eyes- too expect Roxas staring at him with horror. The silence was beating in his ears like a drum.

"You dreamed of me?" Roxas voice sounded surprised. It had an edge, though, like he was satisfied. Maybe that was in Sora's imagination.

He slowly opened his eyes, finding himself appalled. Roxas was gazing upon Sora, his eyes seemed incredibly pleased. He had looked like he was sincerely flattered.

All Sora managed to do was nod.

Roxas looked down, though differently from before. His eyes flickered to the floor, a small smile hidden on his lips. He looked pleased.

Though, it was only a moment.

"Is that why you kissed me at the pool?" Roxas asked, that smile still veiled on his lips.

Sora nodded again. He's smiling?

"What a mess," Roxas chuckled, shaking his head.

Once again, Sora nodded.

He's happy? Why is he not kicking me out, not running away in horror? These thoughts rang in Sora's head. He couldn't find his lips to speak.

Roxas was still the only one to speak. His voice sank down to just a whisper now. "In the dream..What exactly happened?"

Sora traced back through the dream. Everything was all still clear- Sora's panted moans, Roxas's pleasured grunts, the burning sun above the sky.. "Well," Sora whispered, "It began as a match of volleyball; we were playing against each other. Just the two of us. When it ended, I came over to you to congratulate. Though, the way you looked at me," Sora trailed off, biting his lower lip. "Things just began to escalate, I guess. We- we kissed. Though, everything in my dream, felt so...Normal. Almost like nothing was wrong." Sora felt as if he were talking to himself.

The brunette traced his eyes up to the blonde, an unknown feeling beginning to bloom. Azure and cerulean eyes meeting once again. The atmosphere seemed too slowly fall somehow. It began to feel heavier, like gravity was weighing it down. Roxas had begun to slowly, deliberately lean closer towards Sora, their eyes never once breaking each other's stares.

Naturally, Sora began to lean in as well. The current in the atmosphere was invigorating, stimulating an exciting feeling in Sora's stomach. The walls of his stomach danced with compulsive bursts of thrill. His mind was wavering somewhere in his body, completely fading away in the distance.

Roxas lifted an index finger, touching Sora's jaw. He slowly trailed his finger up to Sora's chin. The movement made a buzzing electric current shimmer down his spine. Roxas slowly leaned closer in, his lips touching the nape of Sora's neck. He gently kissed him, his soft lips trailing up his jaw.
"Sora," Roxas's voice was murmured in Sora's neck. "Tell me. Did the kiss..Go something like this?"

Roxas had lifted his head up slightly to meet Sora's parted lips. His finger lifted his chin up to his mouth, and softly, their lips touched. It was tender, so light. Sora's mind had completely strayed off into outer space.

Roxas titled his head slightly, making Sora's lips slightly part. His tongue slowly began to trace Sora's top lip, his fingers beginning to touch Sora's jaw. He then softly kissed Sora again; the lightest of their lips barely touched each other. Tilting his head to the other side, Roxas leisurely traced his tongue to his bottom lip, slowly gliding along his parted mouth. Sora had pushed his tongue forward, touching Roxas's tongue with his own. The tips had probed with each other, and then drew back. Shortly, they had probed again, this time with a faucet of more force.

Sora had touched Roxas's shirt, his fingers curling slightly around the fabric. His lips parted, making Roxas's lips open in return. He slid his tongue in, gliding it slowly on his lips- savoring the taste of hazelnut upon them. Roxas leaned his head to the side, slightly, there tongues beginning to slip past each other. Leisurely, Roxas pulled back a few inches. He had kissed Sora's lips, softly, for a moment before pulling back to look at him.

A passionate urge scorched in Sora's eyes when he had recoiled back. He wasn't nearly close to being finished with him yet.

His hand that tangled on his shirt now clamped the fabric, tightly, and Roxas lips curtly touched his again. This time, the kiss was more eager than before. Sora keenly pushed his tongue to Roxas again, his mouth closing over it. There mouths began to move faster than before, a burning heat beginning to emerge. Roxas turned his head hastily; his mouth gaped onto Sora's. Their heads began to nod as there tongues quickly, eagerly slid past each other. Roxas's hands slid down Sora's waist, his arms tightly tolling him closer. Sora slowly trailed his hands to Roxas's neck, his fingers grazing either side, softly.

Roxas, eager and excited, pushed against Sora with his body. Sora began to fall backwards, his back hitting his couch with a thud. Sora had made a delectable, small pant as his back hit the cushion.

Roxas knew he could no longer pull away. Their lips became eager as they glided over each other, their heads tilting to different sides for a passionate angle. As they turned their heads, their mouths gaped open- tongues sliding in over one another. Their mouths closed over it, before shortly restarting the exciting procedure.

Sora's arms securely wrapped around Roxas's neck, holding his body closer to his own. He could feel Roxas's jagged pants as he tried catching his breath through his mouth. Sora, as well, was panting to catch his short breath. He didn't want to pull away from this intoxicating moment. His fingers tangled in the blonde's ideal spikes, tolling him impossibly closer to himself. Roxas's hand trailed down Sora's waist, that electric current tingling through his veins. He stopped at Sora's upper leg, slightly pulling it open. Sora's knee's, still high in the air, and began to close around Roxas's frame.

The blonde's other free hand was by Sora's waist, his fingers open. He used this arm to pull himself upwards slowly, his pelvis rubbing over Sora's own. The movement made Sora quietly whine against Roxas's lips. The heat was escalading upwards, quickly.

Both eager, energized, and crazy out of their minds- Roxas's sly fingers that gripped on Sora's upper leg now trailed slowly to Sora's awakening organ…

Knock, knock, knock! "Roxas, man, why did you lock the door!" That same, loud voice from before was barely muffled by the front door. "Come on, let me in!" Impatient fists knocked loudly on the wood, making the door shudder.

Both of their lips froze on each others, Roxas's hand cold in its place. Quickly, they began to move.

Roxas had swiftly gotten up from Sora, pulling him to an upright position. The blonde got to his feet, trying to fix his somewhat flat spikes. Sora had fixed the quilt so that it was no longer tangled in his legs, but rightly over them. Both of them had took steady breathes to quiet the strong feeling.

Roxas looked once back at Sora, before deliberately opening the front door.

Axel's shoulder leaned against the door-frame, his expression looked annoyed. "I thought you'd never answer,"

Roxas shrugged his shoulders. "What do you need, Axel?" His voice sounded breathless, irritated.

"Sora left his bag on the field, and I'm coming by to drop it off." He held the bag with his free arm, swinging the strap. He dropped it Roxas's arms, slightly peeking over the blonde's shoulder.

"You mean that's your language for checking to see if Sora's okay?" Roxas lifted a brow.

Sora was on his side, the blankets wrapped around him. He pretended to sleep to fool Axel, his breaths coming out slowly, and evenly. Axel smiled a bit, seeing Sora's somewhat peaceful face. His cheeks seemed full of color, and his skin didn't look as pale as before.

"Maybe sleep was all he needed." Axel shrugged, smiling at the sleeping teen.

Roxas looked back at Sora, smiling as well. "Yeah, maybe,"

The redhead scoffed a laugh under his breath, shifting back onto his feet. He looked back at Roxas, "Take care of the kid; he needs someone right now,"

Roxas nodded his head. "I will,"

Sora had heard the quiet sound of the door shutting, footsteps soon followed. He peeked through his lashes to find Roxas sitting on the couch by his legs. They both held there stares for a moment, before smiles bloomed widely on their lips.

The room's quiet space was now flourishing with humorous laughter.

. . . . . . .

As the rain poured down on the roof, it showed no sign of stopping. They both had decided to gladly miss their classes for today.

In the meantime, they both embraced under the thin blanket to keep warm. Their legs where tangled with each other, and their fingers laced around one another. The rest of the autumn afternoon was filled with cheesy movies, corny pick-up lines, soft laughter, endless touching, and hazelnut coffee.

Aw, so cute! The real deal begins here, ladies and gentlemen. I just love writing about those two! Expect that, and more!

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