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Camp Cliche	By : Tanmiko Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey-o, skiddly-boos, it's chapter 4! Be on the look-out for some Ansem/Sora pedoness here. Sorry if you dislike!
Don't own, Don't sue!
Sora hurtled down the path at breakneck speeds, his breath coming in short pants. His lungs burned and a stich in his side made his steps uneven, but still he ran on. He didn't really have any idea of what he was going to do once he made it back down to camp. The scene he'd just stumbled upon kept replaying in his mind. Hot tears stung Sora's eyes. For just a while there, he'd been getting the slight inkling that Luxord liked him. Blinded by his confusion and pain, Sora ran into camp, needing desperately to see his brother.
As he came around the corner of a cabin, he squeaked and backpedaled quickly, seeing two older teens, a brunet and a blond with spiky hair, necking passionately. 'What the hell is going on here!' he asked himself frantically, rushing off in another direction to where he though Roxas's cabin was.
"Roxas!" Sora shouted, his voice cracking due to emotion. As he ran through the site, he seemed to see nothing but boys kissing, holding hands or groping everywhere. "Roxas!" His heart leapt as he saw the Twilight Town logo on the cabin. He rushed up the steps and threw open the door. "Ro- Oh my God, are you kidding me?" Sora spun away, looking away from Roxas's cabin mate Seifer.
The blond smirked up at Sora, his eyes lidded with lust as he was sucked off by some silver-haired teen. Neither seemed to make any move to stop. In fact, the unidentified teen began bobbing his head faster. Sora placed his hands over his face as though it was supposed to stop himself from hearing Seifer's guttural moan. "Mmm…so…you're Sora, right?"
Sora turned his head slightly and peaked out from behind his fingers, blushing at the sight before him. Luckily the silver-haired teen's head blocked out any detailed view of Seifer's unmentionables. "W-where's Roxas?" He swallowed thickly, noting how well defined the other teen was. His abs were flexing slowly, deliberately, as he thrust into the other teen's mouth.
Seifer shrugged, running his fingers through his partner's hair. "Probably out with Hayner and Axel, I suppose…" He smirked again and raised an eyebrow at the peaking teen. "Maybe you'd like to join Setzer and me for some games?" He moaned again, tensing slightly.
Sora shook his head wildly and bolted out the door again, now more lost than ever. The more he ran, the more his feet seemed to be filled with lead. Tears streamed down his face; he would be sobbing if his lungs weren't already screaming at him from all the exercise.
Before he knew it, Sora found himself at the entrance to the camp site. Large wooden pillars held up a huge arch that stretched over the dirt road that lead to Sora's freedom. The short teen slowed until he was just walking, and then stopped next to one of the pillars. "I want to go home…" he whispered, resting a hand on the wood. "I want to go home!" With a sob that tore at his throat, Sora leaned heavily onto the pillar and slid down, burying his face into his arms. He wanted to go back home where being gay was a normal, but still rare thing. He didn't want to be in a place where guys kissed guys just for the fun of it. He wanted to be unique again.
Sora heard footsteps approach him, but he didn't move. He continued crying softly, trying to ignore the presence of the person now standing beside him patiently, as though he was waiting for the teen to calm down. After a few minutes, Sora's breathing returned to normal and he wiped away his tears.
"Feeling better?"
Not recognizing the voice, Sora looked up, startled. "Oh! Umm…Mr…um…"
The dark-skinned man smiled softly. "Ansem will do." He held out his hand.
"Right…" Sora glanced at the hand and took it cautiously, allowing himself to be helped to his feet.
"Is everything okay?" Ansem inquired gently, cupping Sora's hand in his own.
"It's…um…" Sora blushed and looked down, wondering if the older man knew what was going on in the camp.
"Perhaps you'd like to come to my office? We could chat a bit. I am the counselor after all." Without waiting for a response, the older man began steering Sora towards his own personal cabin.
Sora nodded a bit, deciding it was best if an adult knew about the situation. He fidgeted uncomfortably as Ansem's hand rested on his bare shoulder. It wasn't until then that Sora remembered he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Why don't I put on some tea?" Ansem's voice was deep and calm as they walked through his front door. He took Sora to a very small sitting area. "Just have a seat here, I'll be right back."
"Yeah sure. Oh!"
Ansem looked down at him with a smile. "Yes?"
"May I use the bathroom?" Sora smiled sheepishly. Ansem raised an eyebrow and motioned to a doorway in the hall. "Thanks." The brunet slipped past him and into the small bathroom. He took a moment to sit on the toilet, breathing deeply, trying to get his brain all together so he could explain everything as best he could. He glanced up at the mirror and frowned. His spiky hair was a complete mess from swimming earlier. His face was red from all the running and crying he'd been doing…the poor teen did not find himself to be very attractive at that point.
With a sigh, Sora hung his head, wishing he could just go home right then and there. A small door in the wall at ground level caught his eye. Curious, Sora knelt down and lifted the latch, revealing a dark hole into what seemed like the basement. The teen thought it was odd. He hadn't even realized there was a basement in the small cabin.
"You almost done in there?" Ansem asked, rapping on the door softly.
"Oh, yeah!" Sora stood up quickly and opened the door. He smiled a bit to the older man before they went to sit down. "Do you…do you live in this cabin or is it just for…counseling and whatnot?"
Ansem handed the teen a cup of tea, sitting on a small chair next to the large loveseat Sora was perched on. "I live downstairs. There's a small laundry room and a bedroom for me down there. It ensures that I have a private space to myself, while this area is reserved for business." He sipped his own tea, still smiling. "Now, what seems to be bothering you?"
Sora fidgeted a bit and distracted himself with his tea for a few moments. He glanced back up at Ansem, who was still looking at him expectantly. "Well…um…" Sora blushed and looked back down. He took a deep breath and began timidly explaining his encounters with the sexually active teens on the site, leaving out names so he wouldn't get anyone in trouble. When he finished, his eyes didn't leave his still full cup.
"Hmm…" Ansem said thoughtfully. "Now that is interesting…"
Sora took a small sip of his tea and nodded. "Yeah. I know." He tensed up a bit as the older man moved to sit next to him.
"And how does that make you feel, Sora?" Ansem asked, his voice so calm, so mellow, it almost blended into the noises of nature from outside.
Sora squirmed a bit. "It…it made me feel uncomfortable…Like something's not quite right…" His breathing hitched when Ansem's hand slid onto his bare knee.
"Maybe you're just looking at it from the wrong point of view."
Sora swallowed thickly and looked up at the man, his orange eyes bearing down on him. "O-oh?"
"Yes. What if you just…went with it?" His hand slid up just a few inches, and Sora pulled away quickly, spilling his tea all down his front. "Oh! Here, let me help you!"
"No! No, it's…it's okay," Sora stood and tried to stop Ansem, but before he knew it, the older man was running a washcloth down his stomach.
"You're a mess…the mosquitoes will have a feast on you if you don't wash up," Ansem explained smoothly, looking up at Sora with a smile.
The teen slowed his movements and then stopped fidgeting as he looked into the deep orange eyes. "Y-yeah…" He felt the washcloth caressing his skin, moving lower as it wiped up the tea on his stomach.
Ansem glanced down at the skin before him and smirked. Without warning the teen, he leaned forward and lapped up some tea from his belly button.
Sora sighed softly, unsure of what to think. He was still locked in place by those piercing eyes. He moaned when Ansem repeated his previous action, running his tongue from his stomach to the middle of his chest.
Ansem used one hand to hold onto Sora's hip, pulling him a bit closer before letting his tongue brush against one of the teen's nipples. Dropping the washcloth, he cupped Sora's groin tightly, a shiver going down his spine from the responses he received.
Sora gave a quiet, pining moan just seconds before lips covered his nipple entirely. The pleasure of the groping and the licking was more than he'd ever experienced before, and his head fell back on instinct. 'What am I doing?' A suddenly clear, conscious thought penetrated the pleasure and Sora pulled back instantly. "N-no…"
"No?" Ansem asked faintly, massaging Sora through his shorts.
"No! This is wrong!" Sora pushed the older man away and curled up on the couch in a little ball. "Why is this place so weird?"
Ansem sighed and tried to pull the teen out of his ball, but was promptly kicked in the chest.
"Get away from me, pervert!" Sora shot up and ran out of the cabin, afraid of what might happen if he stayed any longer. Now able to recognize his own cabin, he ran to it, just wanting to curl up in his bed. He barreled in the door and promptly crashed right into Riku, who seemed to be on his way out. They fell to the floor with similar shouts of surprise.
"S-Sora!" Riku blushed faintly, feeling the younger teen's thigh press tightly against his groin. "Oh fuck," he moaned softly, unable to help himself.
Sora squeaked and pulled back. "Stay away from me, you sick-o!"
Riku didn't move for a moment, regaining composure. He raised himself onto his elbows, trying not to smile. "You were the one who ran into me, dumb shit."
Sora blushed and flailed his arms about, trying to find something to say in response to that. "Yeah? Well…" He let out a loud noise of frustration. "This is all so dumb!"
Riku sat upright, looking concerned. "I know it's a bit of a shock, but…"
"But you all can't help but fuck like bunnies at summer camp?" Sora shot back, shuddering slightly. "Or does everyone here just so happen to be gay?"
"Yes to the first point, no to the second." Riku sighed and shook his head. "Really, when I first started coming here two years ago, I was really shocked, too. But there's just…something about this place."
"I'm so sure," Sora huffed and stood up. He felt tears welling up in his eyes from frustration and he didn't want to see the other teen see him cry. Without another word, he left, finding himself a nice quite and wooded area a few minutes away from the cabin where he could cry some more.
The sun was hot overhead; it was getting close to the time where it would dip below the treeline. Sora bit his lip, rubbing his face into his knees furiously. "Dumb. Dumb dumb dumb."
"I hope you're not talking about me, are you?" Luxord asked, stepping out from behind a tree.
Sora frowned heavily and looked away. "Maybe I am," he muttered bitterly.
"That would make me sad to hear," Luxord said, sitting down beside the brunet. "I thought we were getting along pretty well."
"That was before I found out you like to pretend to be gay every summer," Sora snapped.
"I don't pretend."
Sora glared at him, unconvinced. "Are you going to tell me that it's just 'something about this place' too?" he griped, digging his fingers into the soil beneath him.
Luxord bobbed his head a bit. "That would be the truth…"
The brunet scoffed and looked away. "That's dumb."
"I'm not lying to you Sora. I have no need to. Riku…" Luxord trailed off slightly, looking uncomfortable.
Sora glanced over at him, curious. "What about Riku?"
"Riku may have different motives for being nice to you," Luxord voiced softly. "I want you to be safe here at camp…I'm your mentor. I'm here to help you out. I have no reason to lie to you."
Sora felt his cheeks heat up as they made prolonged eye contact. The older teen's words seem to just float into his ear and make home in his brain. "G-go on…"
Luxord made sure he didn't look away from the brunet. "I can see us becoming good friends, Sora. I mean…really. Sure, you're younger than me, but…I don't think that has to matter."
Sora's heart fluttered at that. "Hmm," was all he could manage.
"Here at Camp Cliché…for some reason, when you get horny or into some sort of sexual situation," Luxord explained slowly, "your brain doesn't work like it normally would. Usually, if you get horny over some guy, if you don't like him, you won't do anything, right?"
"Yeah," Sora mumbled softly, still mesmerized by the beautiful teen.
"Here, you don't have that ability…you just get horny and then…you do things."
Sora blinked and frowned slightly, looking down. 'So like…with me and Ansem…' "Oh…so Riku…"
"Just wants to fuck you," Luxord stated carefully. He gently placed his arm around Sora's shoulders. "But I can be here for you…if you want."
Sora hesitated and then leaned into the touch, his heart pounding away in his chest. "O-okay…"
Luxord smirked as the brunet's spiky head rested against his shoulder. He carefully took the younger teen's hand in his own and they sat there until the sun set over the camp peacefully.
A/N: This one was kind of short, sorry about that. Ooooh Luxord, you bastard, you ;D Just so you know, there will be more sex in later chapters than just the random running-by and walking-in-on that has happened so far. I'll have to edit it out, though the full version will always be available on
I am requesting some help from you readers! If you have a very cliché 'fanficy' moment that you find so incredibly sexy or hilarious, or whatever, let me know! I might use it! (and give proper credit, of course). Say, if someone really likes it when someone gets stuff spilled on one character and another character has to clean it off, boom. It's right there for you. I really would like some feedback. I want to write something that you guys WANT to read! 3 I start work tomorrow, so I might not update until next week.
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