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Love Beyond The Lens	By : OngakuDream Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts and make no money from the writing of this fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-An Early Night "Off"
- 2-Twerking, Coffee, and Tennis Balls
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A/N: Alright first off, I am SO so sorry for taking nearly two months to update. My fiance is going through some health problems so I've been having to deal with that stress...but good thing I've got this story to keep my mind off of it :D Second, thank you SO much to everyone who commented, favorited, and/or followed my story. You have NO idea how happy and thankful I am! This is some more introductions mostly, but there's quite a bit of foreshadowing in this chapter that makes me ridiculously giddy because I've never been very good at it. But hopefully you guys will catch it as the story progresses.
This chapter might have a slightly different writing style, just a warning. With changing the POV I only find it appropriate. I see Riku as someone who would be a little more articulate and detailed with his thoughts, while Sora would maybe be a bit more straight to the point and light-hearted. It's something new I'm trying, I was never good at writing POV, but I love a challenge and thought it fit this story well :)
Alright, I'll shut up. Onward to the character and world building!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Yellowcard and make no profit from the writing of this fic.
Sora's pov
"Is that what you like?...Huh?...Is this what you wanted to see?"
I shook and vibrated my ass, with as much vigor as I could muster, to the pulsating music I had playing in the background. If I had to be completely honest, I felt embarrassed and even a little silly (and silly is pretty much my middle name) kneeling naked on all fours on my bed with my butt towards the camera, said butt jiggling in almost every direction that exists. I've never twerked before and an almost foreign rush of insecurities threatened to smack me in the face, but they all vanished when I stole a glance at my computer screen.
Praise after praise (mostly elaborated by profanities, of course) bombarded the chat area of my webcam site. I was pleased to see donations popping up almost just as generously. And just like that, my confidence returned and I rocked the crapout of my little twerking session. How could I let something like this even embarrass me? I've been webcam-ing for what...almost three years now? Pretty much ever since I turned eighteen and graduated highschool. Nothing should embarrass me anymore! And besides, got to give the fans what they want, right?
With a sheen of sweat covering my entire body, I figured I may as well go ahead and call it quits. It was just one of my "mini-shows" after all and it had already been almost five minutes and my hips were aching (good god owww!).
I gave one last half-lidded, part-mouthed moans to the camera while I smacked my ass, haulting its movements and running my middle finger down my spread cheeks and delving slightly into my tight hole. God I loved to tease. As quickly as I snuck it in, I slipped it right back out and whirled my body around to the edge of the bed with a wink to the camera before shutting it off.
I stretched my trobbing body towards the vaulted ceiling before grabbing my pair of red and yellow plaid pj pants off my desk chair and hiking them on. A quick glimpse of myself in my full length mirror across the room made me pout angrily and flip my head forward, upside down. I began raking and dishevling my hair to the best of my abilities, trying to get it back to its original craziness. I hated straightening my hair for my videos, hated it. But my roommate, who has been webcam-ing for a year or so longer than me, told me it was a good idea if I didn't want to get recognized so easily. Just incase, you never know!
I crossed my large bedroom to my ensuite bathroom, just sticking an arm in to grab a makeup-remover wipe from the counter top. No I don't wear makeup on a daily basis, I simply wear a little bronzer to brighten my features and the slightest touch of eyeliner and mascara that my roommate said makes my eyes "really POP!" on camera. Returning to my computer desk, wiping the cloth across my face all the while, I turned off the expensive lamps I used during taping and took a seat in the plush leather chair.
My chatroom was still booming with compliments, vulgar comments, and heart and drooling faced emojis. They knew I was still here and were awaiting my normal routine of gratitude and love. I made sure after every video session to thank my fans, give hints at what the next video might be, hold contests, and so on. I even went so far as to have small private chats with the most devoted ones. You know, the ones who have been around the longest, donated the most money, or watch the most videos. Another suggestion from my trusty roommate saying it was an easy way to keep the fans coming back. The private chats always seemed a little calmer, less crude, but I would still have to cut them off politely when the majority of them began to go to far.
It was weird though. It seemed that in the last few weeks I had made a new fan who was already beginning to blow even my most long-term groupies out of the water. It showed he had watched more than half of my past videos (I kept them all up on my site, for a small fee of course), viewed every new video religiously, and donated a pretty penny any chance he got. All of that was awesome, but it's not what was getting to me. Ever since I decided to send him a private chat to simply thank him for being such a loyal fan, he proved to be...different.
There was just something about him, something distinctive and alluring. Something I had never experienced when chatting with other fans. We could actually hole a conversation. They were never long or much in detail, but they were respectful and...nice. He was never filthy, impolite, or suggestive. Infact, I don't think he ever even cursed in any of our short talks.
A smile I couldn't hide crept over my face when I saw his username and the green light next to it indicating he was online. Of course he was, I had just posted a video, duh! Speaking of the video, I was surprised at the gentle hint of butterflies in my stomach when I wondered what he thought about it and if he liked it. Well, this was new.
What the heck is wrong with me?! For all I know this guy could be some creeper perched up in his dungeon basement all gross looking and waiting to rape me!
Regardless, I couldn't bring myself to believe that. It was just something I...felt. Yeah, yeah cheesy I know. So sue me. I clicked on his name with slightly sweaty palms to begin our private chat.
DestinyDreamer : Well hello there, my most loyal nobody ;)
I can't remember when I came up with that term for my fans, but it had to be around the time I had first started. It simply made sense to me considering I didn't (and would probably never) even know they're real names. Everyone else seemed to like it so it became a trademark and stuck ever since.
Platinum_Oblivion : Good evening, gorgeous. How are you doing tonight?
And there it was like always. Not "hey sexy" or "sup babe" or "i'd fuck u so hard". No, it was always things like gorgeous or beautiful. And he was asking me how my evening was? Is this guy trying to be Prince Charming or something? Though I guess I'm not complaining...it was way better than the usual questions of "can i lick ur asshole" and "wanna see my dick".
DestinyDreamer : I'm doing great, thx, how bout you? Did you enjoy the show? ;D
Platinum_Oblivion : Of course. You were stunning as always :) And I'm doing much better now after getting to see you.
Stunning? Gah, I felt like dying, or atleast murdering the univited things still fluttering around in my tummy. Go away! And to top it off, if another fan had said the second statement to me, it would have been taken as simply sexual and carnal. But with him it almost seemed genuine. What the heck was I even saying?
DestinyDreamer : Heh, thank u! actually...it was my first time ever even trying to twerk, my hips are killing me ahhhh ;_;
Platinum_Oblivion : No way, first time? Well, I have to be honest and say you're a natural ;) As for your hips do some light stretches and pop a couple tylenol. You probably just exhausted some muscles you're not used to using. It might sound weird but if you have a tennis ball or anything like that you can use it for self-message by rolling it around the sore muscles with your palm...anddd now I'm rambling...sorry lol
DestinyDreamer : Don't be sorry! Thanks! :D Wow you sound like a doctor or something heheh
Platinum_Oblivion : Ha! Well...not exaxtly :P Just well informed I guess...glad to be of help tho
DestinyDreamer : You're sweet :3 well then I'm gonna trust you and try what you said "Dr. Oblivion" but if it doesn't work you owe me! ;P
Platinum_Oblivion : And if it does work...?
DestinyDreamer : Then I owe you duhhhhhhh
Platinum_Oblivion : Hmm...I think I can live with this :)
DestinyDreamer : Alright then it's a deal, Doctor. Til next time? :D
Platinum_Oblivion : Deal. Til next time, Dreamer. Goodnight~
DestinyDreamer : Nighty night!
Not even two seconds later his green indicator light vanished. But the goofy grin I knew was branched stupidly across my face remained like it had been cemented. What the heckkkkkkk, stop.
I shook my stupid head to get rid of stupid thoughts and set my mind to answering my other loyal yet neglected nobodies.
About fifteen minutes later everyone was answered and goodnight-ed. I closed the site and set my computer to rest mode before standing and stretching. And then realized that mistake as I rolled my hips to the side and was reminded of my aching muscles and joints. What am I fifty?
Dr. Oblivion's suggestions replayed in my head and I immediately headed for the kitchen, knowing full well that I had no medicine anywhere in my room or bathroom. It was well past midnight but I could smell the tell-tale sign that my roommate was still awake. Coffee.
I sauntered down the hallway and into the expanse of our open-concept living room and kitchen area. The enormous windows of our upscale, downtown apartment extended from floor to ceiling and took up what would be the entire back wall of our living room. Instead, it opened the large area up even more by offering a breathtaking view of half the city.
While up this high the town below sparkled with various florescent lights and street lamps that mirrored the stretch of the clear night sky and stars above. It was nights like these I felt humbled and grateful to be able to live in a place like this. And that my roommate liked leaving the curtains open as much as I always did. Something about being able to see the sky as often as possible...it was something I always craved.
And speaking of my roommate, I tore my eyes from the windows to look to my right, towards the kitchen. He sat at the over-sized island surrounded by five stools, coffee cup in hand and signature grin being thrown my way in greeting. An empty coffee cup occupied the space on the island beside him.
"Yo, Sor. Figured you'd be done soon. The pots fresh, made it not even two minutes ago."
I smiled obligingly at the dirty-blonde. Goosebumps had started to prickle over my bare arms and torso (we liked to keep our apartment cold at night) so I snatched the throw blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over my shoulders before grabbing my favorite mug off the counter and filling it up with the dark steaming goodness.
I know, drinking coffee in the middle of the night might sound weird, but he said it helped put him to sleep. I thought he was crazy the first time he ever told me about his habit, but I had indulged in his strange quirk so many countless nights that a cup before bed gave me just the perfect amount of relaxation to get a perfect nights slumber.
"Thanks, Dem, you're the best!"
He waved his hands in the air dramatically and shot me a desperate look at my outburst. "Shh, shh, shuuuuuush!"
I tilted my head to the side, asking silently what the heck his problem was as I took the stool next to him.
"New roommate. Sleeping." He jutted his index finger towards what used to be our empty spare bedroom. It had already been two weeks and I still forgot he had ever moved in sometimes. He wasn't really the talkative or outgoing type.
"Sorryyyyyyy," I whispered after taking a long sip.
"No worries, he just told me he has to get up super early for some super special secret science meeting in the morning. Just wanna be respectful, ya' know?"
I shot him a sceptical glance from behind my mug. "Uh huhhh..." I set the mug down and chuckled. "I still can't believe you found him on craigslist. Well, I mean I guess he found you. Putting up a "roommate wanted" ad like that? We could've ended up with a serial killer!"
"But we didn't!" Demyx beamed quietly, "And besides...isn't he dreamy?" He leaned against the countertop, chin in hand and eyes staring whimsically toward the new boys room.
"I knew it!" I whisper-yelled. "You totally have a crush on him!"
I watched a slight tinge of pink crawl over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He held his hands up like a gun was pointed to his head. "Guilty as charged. I can't help it, dude. He's freakin' hot."
I snickered and clapped him on the shoulder. "Aw wittle Dem-dem's acting like a teenage girl. Should I break out some Yellowcard?"
"Dear god, Sor, no. I said he's dreamy, not that I want to marry him, geez."
I smirked and began to sing anyways. "Here I goooo, scream my lungs out and try to get to youuuu. You are my only one-mgggphhhh"
I was cut off abruptly by a palm slapped across my mouth and a soft but warning pinch to the back of my arm. "Will you shut it, you crazy doof!"
"Oww!" I shoved him off, but there was nothing vicious about it as we both continued smiling fondly and chuckling together like we often did on our late night coffee sippings.
"Wouldn't it be crazy if you guys actually do end up getting married though?" I poked at my best friend/roommate.
"Ha! Yeah right. You're gonna end up at a wedding way sooner than I will, bud. I can't throw my modeling career away just like that! And keep this Apollo-like body from the world? I don't think so." He sat up straighter and threw me a wink.
I waved it away laughing, before a sudden feeling that I usually try to ignore flooded my being. An unwanted emptiness I was usually skilled at pushing away.
"Do you really think...I'll ever find someone like that? You know...'mister right'?"
Before I could say anything else there was a long arm draped over my blanketed shoulders and a warm cheek pressed against my own.
"I don't think, Sora, I know. You're the most amazing person I know and the best friend anyone could ever ask for. There's someone out there who's going to love and appreciate every single little thing about you, you dork, mark my words."
He ruffled my still-too-straight hair and I felt a swelling in my chest and throat that I couldn't contain. I took hold of Demyx's free hand and met his eyes (so sincere it hurt) with my teary ones. I gave the hand a squeeze before resting my head against his broader, but still skinny, chest.
"Thank you, Dem. I don't think I ever tell you enough how lucky I am to have a friend like you. Where would I even be if you had never transfered to my school? If I had never met you I don't think I would have ever been able to even admit to myself that I'm..."
My words trailed off as my voice threatened to break. Even though my eyes were slightly downcast I could see the stern and solemn expression taking over his face. He pulled me back to his chest and ran his bony fingers threw my hair. I could feel his heavy sigh build in his chest and then release slowly over the top of my head.
"Hey...it's not your fault you had to live with a miserable, judegmental old hag for a grandmother." His hand gently clenched into a fist around my hair. "You're strong, Sor, you would have been able to come out on your own eventually." He grabbed my chin in his hand and guided my gaze towards his, "I'm just glad I was there to give you a kickstart in the right direction."
He smiled warmly at me and I could feel the power to push away the emptiness coming back to me and I smiled right back up at my best friend, blinking back the tears I would never let fall. His hand brushed my bangs back before pressing his lips innocently to my brow. The embrace was broken and I sat back with a huff of relief.
"Alright, alright we're not trying to make syrup here so enough with the sap." Demyx waved his hand absently, taking a gulp of his black coffee. "So, what did your little nobodies get you to do today?"
Oh shit, that's right!
"Dem, do we have any tennis balls?"
He stared at me like I had grown a second head. "Oh, no. Don't tell me you're gonna try to shove them up your ass? I know I told you to do whatever you can to please your fans, but I think that might be a little dangero-"
"Ew, what the hell, god no, Dem!"
"Shhhh"
"Sorry, but...ugh, no, I need them because Dr. Oblivion said to, uh, I mean-"
Another bewildered stare. "Dr. Oblivion...? HA! Who in all the hells is that?"
It was my turn to shush him as I rolled my eyes. "Not doctor...Platinum."
His eyes went wide with realization. "Ohhh, you're new top bitch!"
I grimaced at the name. "Don't call him that, Dem. He's never called me a bad name, I don't feel it's right to do it to him."
"You know he could be a creepy rapist, right? He's just another fan, dude, remember I told you not to get too close to any of them."
"I'm not!"
"Okay, okay, geez. So what do we need these tennis balls for if it's not for your bum?"
I laughed quietly and rolled my eyes again. "Long story short, I twerked for the first time in my life tonight for atleast five minutes straight and my hips and thighs are killing me. The Oblivion guy said I can massage myself with tennis balls if we have something like that."
In the end Demyx was able to find actual tennis balls hidden away in one of the storage closets and I found a bottle of tylenol in a cupboard above the fridge. After popping the medication and giving Dem his goodnight hug, I walked back to my quiet bedroom and snuggled under the goose down comforter of my queen-sized bed.
I rolled the two tennis balls around in my hands skeptically before finally dragging them down beneath the covers and to my sore hips. I was gentle at first, but after the first few motions I began to exert more pressure. I had to stiffle a moan as a surprising mixture of painful pleasure rippled down my legs and was left tingling in my toes.
Oh yeah, I was going to owe Dr. Oblivion big time.
Whew! Well this went in a couple different directions I hadn't planned out, but I'm pretty happy with it, I think :)
We got to learn a little bit about Sora and slightly open the smallest door to his past. I can't wait to elaborate on it more in chapters to come. But as for the next chapter...OUR BOYS SHALL MEEEEEEEET. But how? When? Whyyy? You'll have to read to find out ;D And I already have most of the chapter mapped out so it definitely shouldn't take me long to update.
Anyways, I hope you all are enjoying this so far. If not, let me know. If you are, let me know that too! :) Thank you everyone! See you next time!
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