Shadows
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Kingdom Hearts games, Final Fantasy games or Disney. They belong to people very lucky and rich.
Warnings: Homosexuality, sexual situations, plenty of casual swearing, drug use, physical abuse later and others I'll put up when they come around.
Pairings: Sora/Riku, Sora/Various, Axel/Roxas and multiple other pairings.
Summary: AU. Sora is sent to a Christian Boys School because of his salacious ways at his previous school. Instead of purging his sin, he finds that this school encourages it via a mysterious and rather lecherous organisation.
A/N: Thank you so much for your patience! I hope you enjoy this chapter xx
Chapter Five
Dinner was uneventful, since the organisation members he was forced to sit with didn't talk about what was going to happen tonight. Actually, they were rather boring. Sora was supporting his head with his hand, wondering if he was prepared for whatever was going to happen to him tonight. It was hard to prepare for something he didn't know about though, and the curiosity was killing him. He had that horrible 'I can't wait but I'm still not sure' feeling.
"Here's to a new term." Saix held out his glass of juice mixed with whatever he had sneaked in from his hip flask and motioned for everyone else to do the same. "And new members."
Sora looked down at his dinner plate and blushed a little. Wait, when did he ever blush?!
"Cheer up Sora. Are you feeling homesick or something?" Axel said to him quietly with a tiny bit of mirth. "We're all here for you mate."
"Yeah." Sora murmured, still remaining completely guarded from their falsity. The phone call from Sephiroth was still fresh in his mind and in a way he felt guilty for doing that with Axel, but it wasn't as though he was involved with anyone else. He was still in love with someone else and that's what hurt. He also couldn't help but wonder if the only reason Axel wanted him was because he was so similar to Roxas and in a sense he was fairly certain he knew exactly what Axel was after. "Don't you feel anything for Roxas anymore?" Sora asked Axel to finish off his thoughts.
"That brat?" Axel carefully guarded himself and hardened his face. "No way."
"You're such a bad liar." Sora pointed out and inspected Axel once again. He was certainly an unusual looking person with his hair like that. "Did anyone tell you that you're obvious?"
"My mother once." Axel smirked and nudged Sora in the side with his elbow. "There's nothing left to salvage between Roxas and I, trust me."
As though that was going to help win Sora over.
"You miss him though. I'm not stupid." Sora nudged Axel back even harder.
Axel frowned sadly but quickly corrected himself. "You don't understand. Roxas was almost disowned by his parents for betraying the organisation. They are a very powerful group."
"So what you're saying is that you're afraid the same will happen to you? Christ, I thought you were stronger than that, Axel." Sora was a little disappointed in Axel for that. So much for Organisation X supplying freedom. It was only freedom if it was what they considered freedom.
"You don't understand, so shut your fucking mouth." Axel spat beneath his breath, flames flickering in his eyes and then ignored Sora completely. He had a fiery temperament, that boy.
That was the end of that conversation. All Sora did after that was try to be interested in the boring one the others were having.
At exactly ten minutes before 11pm Sora was rudely awakened by Axel and a parcel was shoved in his hands. Under the dim light of the moon, Sora saw that Axel was wearing a dark hooded cloak.
"Open the parcel." Axel urged and Sora rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He did not appreciate being woken up at this time; he had become quite the early sleeper and riser. "It's part of your initiation gift."
Sora stretched his arms and opened the package, feeling soft, stretchy and almost velvety fabric underneath the paper. He could tell it was dark and when he unfolded it he saw that it was a hooded cloak, just like Axel's.
"Get dressed and put it on." Axel whispered and pulled up his hood so his face wasn't visible anymore.
The cloaks looked ominous, like they had been witness to many dark things. Sora saw that Axel's clung tightly to his form, like a second skin but only to the hips. It showed that he had a broad chest, but a very narrow waist. A swimmer's body.
When Sora was dressed into casual clothes he pulled the cloak on, noticing straight away that it fit him perfectly. How did they manage to get this made so quickly? "This was Roxas', wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was," He muttered bluntly, "Now we better hurry, or else Saix will get mad." Axel opened the door and quickly moved out into the corridor, slipping straight into the shadows.
Sora sighed deeply and gathered his wits. It wasn't like him to worry like this, but he had no idea of what he was in store for. Normally he played by his rules only, but this was uncharted territory.
"Hurry up." Axel whispered and urged Sora on.
Sora locked their door behind them and pulled his hood up. He felt slightly dangerous and invisible in this cloak, which was a comfortable feeling.
Sora followed Axel as he made his way to the front gate of the school. The air was cold and sent a chill through Sora's body to his fingertips. Even though he had this cloak on, it didn't protect him from the surprisingly icy wind.
A large black van was waiting for them at the front gate. Axel knocked on the door and it slid open, letting the two in. Four other hooded members were already in the van and Sora assumed they were Saix, Demyx, Zexion and Riku. They must wear these cloaks to hide their identities from the rest of the world, so no one knew who was involved in organisation X.
The van was silent other than the sound of the engine. Nobody said anything throughout the trip so Sora didn't say anything either. His heart was thumping hard in his ribcage; he knew that where they were going was close, and so were the 'activities'. A part of him didn't want to go through with it, but the other part of his being; his 'darkness', was incredibly hedonistic. It was the part of him that ran rampant before he fell in love with Sephiroth.
Sephiroth knew about this organisation…and he did come from a well-off family. Did he know someone that was involved? Cloud knew as well. How did they get involved? So much for it being a 'secret' society.
Before he could find reason to these questions the van had stopped and the organisation members piled quickly out of the vehicle. In front of Sora was a large unassuming warehouse in an abandoned industrial area. There were no signs of life in the area, which he supposed was perfect for an organisation such as this. Sora expected the members beside him to be a lot more excited, but they walked quickly and quietly up to the door. Once inside though, that was a different story.
Loud, thumping industrial music was playing in the background and the warehouse was only lit up by small red lights hung from the ceiling, giving the divided warehouse a closed-in and rather ominous feel. Several members were huddled around what looked like a bar, and others were seated on couches, their now unhooded faces shrouded by the darkness. The night seemed to be young as the organisation members were not displaying any odd or over-sexed behaviour.
"You can pull your hood down now." Axel hooked his arm in Sora's and held him close, as if protecting him.
Protecting him from what? Nothing looked particularly wrong here. Sora lowered his hood and tried to make out more of his surroundings. All he could see was the dimly lit bar and cloaked figures on couches just talking, laughing and fooling around. He didn't really feel uneasy at all; with the good music in the background he felt rather comfortable.
"And who's this? Another recruit?" A female voice showed interest to his left and he turned to look at her.
She was blonde with two strands of hair swept off her face. The people here had such unusual haircuts. And he thought Saix's hair was weird.
"His name is Sora." Axel stayed glued to Sora's side and lowered his hood. "Sora, this is Larxene. The devil incarnated into a female body."
She smirked as if taking that as a compliment. "Please do share your toy, Axel. I won't break him in too harshly."
Sora shivered at the look in Larxene's cold green eyes and huddled up to Axel without thought.
"He's not yours for tonight. Others already have priority."
"Don't tell me Saix gets him first." Larxene narrowed her eyes showed her distaste of the matter and crossed her arms. "He always gets the new ones."
Axel shrugged. "I don't know. But I know Zexion put in a bid straight off the bat."
Sora didn't really like the way they were talking about him; as if he wasn't there at all. And he suspected that this was about sex. So some people had expressed interest in him for sex tonight.
Fuck! How did they take this so lightly? Sex wasn't always something you wanted and got straight away; at least in these sorts of social circles.
"Does widdle Sowa know what he's in for?" Larxene chuckled.
"Not entirely, as of yet, but I'll make sure he's prepared."
Once again, he wasn't even there.
"See ya. I've a date with Demyx tonight." Larxene said in a sing-song voice.
Axel snorted. "Lucky you. I personally could not fuck him again after last time."
"That's because you're both the same. You both want to be on top and no one is willing to sub. Don't worry; I'll make him my bitch this time for your ego's sake." Larxene grinned and wandered off looking for someone else.
"They allowed girls to enter only a few years ago, but not many do." The red-head sat down on a vacant couch and patted the seat next to him.
Sora felt he had no other choice but to sit down. "So, if there are only two girls here, who's the other one?"
"Yeah, some people wonder why she's in the organisation, but she's a special case, I guess."
A waiter stopped by with drinks so Axel took two from the tray, handing one to Sora.
"Thanks." Sora sniffed the drink, knowing it was a nice bourbon. Not his favourite alcohol, but it would do the trick. "Anyway, other than getting fucked, what else do you guys do?"
Sora was becoming comfortable with the fact that he was going to have sex with other people. He'd always fantasized about something like this and had known there were parties that people went to for this very reason. The more he thought about it the more excited he was starting to get, and the more he thought about how sex with the other members of the organisation would be. Would Zexion be pretty wild?
"Tonight is special," Axel resumed talking, "because you're here. Our leader will have a little speech, introduce you, and then we can mix and mingle for a while." Axel knocked his drink back. "Then Riku will awaken the energy within you. Then we can mingle some more and after that you'll have time alone with the leader."
The information wasn't easily dissolved in Sora's brain. He assumed 'mingling' was akin to fucking but… "Wait, what's Riku doing to me?" He drank his bourbon, taking note that it was indeed of a very high quality.
"Isn't it obvious? You can fuck your brains out to your heart's content. And you'll find out about being awakened. He isn't just here because his family is rich, you know. He has a reason for being here."
Sora nodded numbly, feeling quite confused. He hoped to god that this wasn't a weird religious cult…
"Do you want another drink?" Axel said hotly in his ear, the alcohol taking effect.
It had been a while since he'd drunk alcohol, so it really hit him hard this time. After two drinks he was already feeling rather tipsy. He left it to his slight frame as well. He stopped when he felt he was beyond control, though. He didn't want to do anything he'd think back on and regret. He had always liked to be in control of all of his actions.
Axel was still sitting beside him, but he was talking to someone with light blonde hair with a beard and moustache. Sora felt a little scared, like someone would steal him away.
"Hello there." Someone had squatted beside him. "My name is Marluxia."
Sora's gaydar was going mental with this guy. He had a beautiful, feminine face and long light mahogany hair, and genuinely looked like a nice person. So this guy was second in command.
"I'm Sora." He finally said. He felt a little intimidated by all these older people, but he'd taken them down before.
"It seems Axel is quite taken with you." Marluxia said, his voice laced with humour, and seated himself on the arm of the couch.
Sora frowned. He didn't think so. It was merely physical attraction at this stage. "He's just my roommate, and I do look like Roxas."
Marluxia's face contorted into displeasure. "Indeed. You know about all of that?"
"Yes. Roxas was my guide for my first day of school. But I wouldn't worry; I'm not here to sabotage you guys." Sora certainly didn't want to be on their bad side so early on.
Marluxia nodded. "Good to know." He ruffled Sora's hair (which was starting to be rather common amongst the people he was meeting) and grinned. "You have an amazing energy, feels a lot like another member of this organisation's energy. It'll be interesting to see what you can do with it."
Marluxia left to tend to the others and Sora was left alone, feeling slightly drunk and a little amorous. He always got that way when he drank.
Suddenly the music was turned off and the lights turned up. There was a little stage area set out with a strange looking chair in the middle of it. A man walked through a door and Sora swore it was Xehanort, by his looks alone. No wonder he allowed this sort of thing!
"That's Xemnas, Xehanort's brother. Don't get them mixed up; they're actually quite different in character."
"O…Okay." Sora stammered. He was an impressive looking man, anyway.
Then a petite female walked through the door and stood at his side. She was blonde and wore a white dress; a direct contrast to everyone else here. She also looked quite young. Was this even legal?
"That's Naminè. She has some sort of psychic ability, so don't try to keep anything from Xemnas. She knows everything and can find out anything." Axel whispered in Sora's ear.
"Welcome, everyone." Xemnas said with a smooth, deep tone. "Tonight is very special, as you will soon see. We have a new member joining us, who has just joined the school."
All eyes were on Sora for a brief moment of time. He just smiled and tried to hide his blush, as well as his ill-divining feeling.
"His name is Sora, and he's come through Axel." Xemnas gave Sora a good look whilst keeping a nonchalant look on his face. Any attempts made to figure this guy out were lost.
Axel put his arm across Sora's shoulders and smirked as if to say, "He's mine." It was like everyone here was extremely possessive of their property, but he did appreciate the fact that Axel was looking after him in his own odd little way.
"I'm sure you'll all get to know him in good time." A particularly evil smile graced Xemnas' lips. "That is all."
As soon as those words were said he was being pulled along by an invisible hand. No, this could not be possible. It felt like he was being pulled along by a hand, but there was nothing there. He was being led through a corridor by nothing.
What the fuck?! He was getting frightened, and the more he struggled, the more he couldn't break free from the invisible grip. This sort of thing only happened in the movies. He/they stopped at a door, which opened and closed behind him by action of the same invisible force.
Sora could feel cool, soft lips at the back of his neck, but he couldn't tell if anything was visibly there. An invisible hand was pulling down his cloak zipper slowly.
"Who's there?" Sora said shakily, but feeling his arousal and apprehension swiftly rising. He couldn't believe this was happening. This defied physics, surely.
He heard chuckling into his ear. The sound was familiarly velvety. Whose voice was that again? So there was something there, just not anything visible. Great. The hand was at the end of his zipper and the cloak fell off his shoulders. Hands slid under his tight shirt and ran up his abdomen, catching on his pert nipples. Sensation was filling his body, but he couldn't tell if he liked it or hated it. He didn't know who was doing it, anyway. The alcohol had now gone straight to his head.
"Tell me who it is, at least." Sora demanded with a shudder, even though he did have an idea. That voice was familiar…
The man chuckled again. "It'd be more fun if you guessed."
Sora tried to think, but his mind was clouded by the lips on his neck and the fingers on his chest working their way to…
"I don't know…" Sora sighed and bit his lip as his shirt was removed. His body was growing hot, like it always used to. He hadn't fucked a man in a long time, and his body was starting to intensely crave it.
He let out a choked moan as the invisible man tweaked his nipple… who would have the ability to be invisible out of the organisation?
The man twisted Sora's nipple almost painfully and moved away from him. "It's not that hard to guess."
Then it suddenly hit him.
"Zexion?"
A rattling of chains echoed in the other side of the room. When Sora looked around he saw the barely lit room was small with just a bed and nightstand in it. Where the sound was coming from however, revealed much more equipment. What was moving out of that equipment was a collar and chain… Sora gulped nervously as the figure of the man was slowly revealed. He was still wearing the cloak, but his guess was clearly correct.
"Good boy." Zexion said softly and approached Sora with the collar and chain. "Since I am your first here, it is my job and pleasure to expose you to how we do things around here." He looked all too pleased with that.
Sora was so choked up that he couldn't get a word out. It wasn't as though he wasn't used to this, it had been a long time since he was intimate with someone he didn't know. He was so used to being in a relationship; he didn't know how to be a whore anymore.
"The cat's got your tongue." Zexion pushed Sora onto the bed with bestial cold eyes and quickly affixed the collar to his neck. "Cry for me."
He yanked the chain and Sora felt the surprisingly arousing asphyxiation immediately. Zexion's eyes flared as Sora laid there gasping in imaginary breaths.
Even though Sora was experienced, he had never been in a masochistic role. He almost expected himself to hate it, but that was hardly the case. It felt like he had been possessed; as his trousers were removed, the feeling of the cloth running down his skin set his nerves afire. They had put something in the alcohol.
He didn't realise it before, but he was painfully hard. In fact, he was yearning for contact, and his mind was clouding over neuron by neuron. The only thing left in his brain was Sephiroth's disappointed face.