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The Night
Chapter VII: Nightlife
June 12th, 2025
  Sora spent the entire trip back to the apartment having an internal struggle on coming up with ways to impress Roxas, but he ultimately ran out of time once they reached their destination. So, as a last-ditch effort, he devises a quick plan to act cool and aloof in an attempt to impress the other man. When they finally make it into the building’s lobby, the vampire smoothly leans against the wall, looking off to the distance. Very impressive.
  “So,” he says casually, trying not to sound excited, “We’re still going out tonight, right?”
  Unbeknownst to him, Roxas has noticed this shift in Sora’s persona—considering it a rather obvious display of the vampire’s intentions. Though it is wonderfully amusing to see Sora attempting to impress him, he decides to play the game and act a little detached himself.
  He shrugs before crossing his arms and glancing elsewhere, “Let me talk to my roommates first.” So cool.
  “Sure!” Sora blurts out, then clears his throat and quickly dials himself back, “Yeah, sounds good. I’ll hang out down here.” Nice save.
  Roxas stifles his smile and ascends the stairs with only a wave and not another word. Smooth as butter.
  When Roxas gets back into the apartment, his roommates are all accounted for. Demyx and Axel are hammering away at a video game on two different systems hooked up to two separate holo-TVs. Namine sits lazily in an recliner, her lap full of pencils, legs dangling off one of the arms as she scribbles away on her sketchpad. If she’s sketching it’s likely that the two men are on a roll; drawing is a good way to pass the time as she waits for her turn to play.
  “Yo!” Axel greets him from the couch, eyes still fixed on the screen, “You’re back earlier than expected. Marluxia didn’t scare you too badly, did he?”

  Roxas walks behind the couch, “Only a little. He’s an interesting person, that’s for sure.”
  “I can’t believe you’re one mission closer to being a spark!” Demyx cries, “This year has gone by too fast!”
  Namine adds, “I’m sure Roxas is sick of delivering packages anyway. The first year is always the most boring.” She motions Roxas closer and shows him her sketchbook, “Check this out.”
  It’s a sketch of Axel and Demyx from Namine’s perspective. Though the drawing is rough, the realism is surprisingly near-perfect, and Roxas lets out an impressed whistle.
  “So what should we do, Roxas?” Axel asks, “We’re going to have to celebrate the end of your courier days!”
  Demyx interjects, “Obviously we’re going to get completely shitfaced. We should get some champagne!”
  “Or a big-ass bottle of cheap liquor and do shots!”
  “Oooh! Or both!”
  “The hangover will be torture but it’ll be fucking awesome!”
  “Let’s get started right now! Day drunk, anyone?”
  While getting unholy amounts of intoxicated with his friends on their day off sounds fantastic, Roxas knows this is the time he should bring up going out if he wants to get any permission.
  “A-actually,” He interjects, “We should, uh…. Postpone the celebration until another night.” He shuffles uncomfortably where he stands. “I wanted to know if it’d be okay if I go out with someone tonight.”
  Immediately, Demyx and Namine look interested to hear more—but Axel is shooting him a chilling gaze that Roxas is unused to. The redhead backs out of the game lobby before hopping over the couch and coming to stand in front of Roxas.
  “I’m guessing we don’t know this person,” Axel says carefully, and for some reason Roxas feels nervous.
  “No… but you can trust him. You can trust me.”
  There’s a pause… then Axel cracks a wide, knowing smile.
  “Well, Luxord told us he seems like a nice guy, and even though I don’t trust vampires myself we’ll just plan to brutally murder him if he does anything.”
  Of course, Roxas goes red in the face.
  “I nailed it!” Demyx shouts, “I totally nailed it! I knew Luxord wouldn’t call to tell us about Roxas’ vampire friend if he didn’t think it mattered. Pay up, ‘Ne!”
  Without skipping a beat, a scowling Namine reaches into her pocket and flicks a small munny orb at Demyx, who squeaks in surprise as it expertly nails him in the forehead. She lets out a pleased chuckle.
  After discussing the matter a little more (plus Demyx trying to give a hilariously abridged version of “the talk”) Roxas gives Sora’s phone number to Axel as an added precaution. He also promises to contact the redhead if anything seems suspicious, and to let him know when he’s heading home. With an excited tremor in his fingers, he sends Sora a text letting him know they’re on for the night. In his room, Roxas tears through what little clothes he has in desperation, trying to find something nice. Under a pile of garments, he hears his phone vibrate and, after unearthing the device, reads the incoming text.
  [Where would you like to go tonight?]
  His heart skips a little, and he thinks back to what Sora said about getting whatever is desired with that totally overpowered skill of his. Distantly, Roxas realizes it’s actually kind of awesome to have that benefit at his disposal. Since he doesn’t have to see Number II until tomorrow evening, tonight is pretty much fair game for whatever adventures await. He wonders for a long moment about what exactly he’d like to do, but the thing that sounds nicest to him is, in fact, getting shitfaced like Demyx suggested. Although, it would be poor form to get terribly wasted on the first official date of his life...
  Just then it occurs to him that, indeed, he has never been on an actual date with someone. With anyone. The thought amazes him; nearly a year ago he'd almost had that chance. Now here he is: about to go hit the town with a dude that he’s not only just recently met, but whom he harbored in his room as an overnight fugitive, and who just-so-happens to suck blood to stay alive.
  Bemused, Roxas wonders, Who the hell am I? And in his mind he resolves what he’d like to do before texting Sora back.
  [How about dinner and a club?]
  He stares down at his phone, anxious for a response…. then his phone vibrates with another incoming text.
  [Sounds awesome. Meet you in the lobby at 5? Wear something lightweight! :) ]
  Roxas texts back: [See you at 5.]
  Sora lets out a massive sigh of relief after receiving Roxas’ text. He was having a borderline panic attack on where to take Roxas when it suddenly occurred to him that he could simply text the blond and ask. He also remembered that he hadn’t showered since yesterday and didn’t want to go out without taking one first. Though it’s against his personal rules of glamoring, he was ready to fly down the first-floor hallway to bang on residents doors in search of a bathroom to borrow. Now with quite a few hours at his disposal, he can get a hotel room and actually freshen himself up. He sets to work on picking a restaurant, finding a clothing store to buy a new outfit, and getting a suite ready for the next few days so he doesn’t have to impose on Roxas.
  His phone chirps with another text, this time from an unknown number.
  [If you put a single mark on my little brother tonight I’ll skin you alive. Got it memorized?]
  Amused, and mildly frightened, Sora texts back: [Committed to memory.]
  Minutes before the date, Roxas is sitting on the couch anxiously fidgeting with his clothes. His roommates had taken him to a variety Dusk City’s nightclubs over the past year, so he knows club attire ranges from dressy to casual… but he still isn’t sure about his outfit. Unsatisfied, he scurries back into his bedroom to examine himself in the mirror for the hundredth time. He’s wearing the only button-up he owns: crisp white and black buttoned, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Since he doesn’t own any slacks he went for the nicest-looking pants he could find, which are grey-washed jeans. In lieu of a tie he wears his X necklace and his last accessory is a checkered wristband to cover up any marks in case Sora gets… well… hungry.
  He rushes back out to the living room to shout, “Are you sure I look okay?”
  “Yes,” all three of his roommates drone in unison, noticeably agitated.
  “That’s like the millionth time you’ve asked… I can’t take it anymore!” Axel belts out, storming over to Roxas and proceeding to shove him toward the door. “Out! Out!” Once Roxas has been pushed into the hallway, Axel leans in and quietly asks. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
  Looking deep into Axel’s concerned eyes, Roxas responds, “Yes. I’m sure I am.”
  Smiling, the redhead mutters “Be safe, kiddo.” before slamming the door… and locking it. Muffled, Axel barks, “And stay out!”
  “I have a keycard, idiot!” Roxas shouts in response, and smiles when he hears laughter from beyond the door.
  He ventures downstairs, but at the top of the last flight he freezes when he sees Sora: black button-up with the top buttons undone, loosened red tie, slim-cut black slacks, and usual hi-top Converse. For once the vampire is without his knapsack and jacket. He looks incredibly suave, and Roxas feels his heart start to beat wildly in his chest.
  This is really happening.
  Sora notices the blond and can’t help but smirk, “See something you like?”
  This snaps Roxas out of his gaze and he continues downward. Embarrassed, he responds, “Those sneakers perfect that outfit.”
  As far as dates go, Roxas was expecting dining somewhere nice… but he wasn’t expecting being taken to one of the most expensive restaurants in the area. They walk in to see a cozy dining area with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and a full bar situated in the center. There isn’t a single holoscreen marring the walls, which are painted the color of expensive merlot. The seats are made of plush-white cushions, and booths are set into intimate corners while the matching tables evenly dot the floor. It’s so fancy, in fact, the host is a dude in a tux with a handlebar moustache. Roxas feels that even standing in here is somehow dirtying the place with his unworthiness.
  When Sora comes to the host stand, he locks eyes with moustache-man and says, “I’m that special person you adore who never has to pay for meals here. May I please get a table?”
  Eyes suddenly wide with faux recognition, the man circles around the stand to give Sora a massive hug. “My friend! My dearest friend! Don’t you worry about paying for a thing tonight, I’ve got you covered. Let me take you to our best booth!”
  Sora shoots Roxas a cocky look as they are led into the dining area and the mortal finds himself astonished.
  The host leads them to a small booth in a quiet location. When they sit down, Roxas notices the tables are very small, which somehow multiplies the restaurants fanciness. The host leaves them with leather-bound menus, covers embossed with The Quill and Clover, containing about one page of food plus five pages of wine and cocktails.
  “Be honest,” Roxas inquires, “Did you pick this place just to impress me?”
  “No idea what you’re talking about.” Sora responds, but his grin tells all. “What matters is they’re vamp friendly!” He shows Roxas a menu page listing blood specials, and the blond feels his stomach turn a little at the “locally sourced” tagline. “Get whatever you want. It’s their treat.”
  Fortunately for The Quill and Clover, Roxas is a light eater and he only ended up picking the smallest dish on the menu, which comes to him looking more like an art piece than a meal. Sora, in the meantime, ordered the most expensive blood available, requesting they leave it in the bottle out of respect for Roxas’ appetite.
  Over the course of the meal they skipped small talk and went right into the interesting stuff. Though he kept quiet about his life in Twilight Town, Roxas happily shared the experiences he had in Dusk City: his first moonfall, the strange goings-on, the lively train rides, and even the peculiar personalities of the Organization members. They also discussed whether or not they believe in extraterrestrial life, and things that concern them about the afterlife. With a little prodding, Sora explained in more detail what it was like to watch the extreme technological shift during his vampiric life, which absolutely fascinated Roxas.
  At the end of the meal, Sora gestures to the restaurant around them and asks, “So Roxas. What do you think?”
  Roxas laughs. He has to admit the vampire has him thoroughly impressed and wondering what other amazing things he may be capable of. Not wanting to stroke Sora’s ego too hard, he responds with something a little mild: “Honestly, this is nice.”
  “Only nice? Hm...” Sora grins as he leaves quite a bit of munny on the table as a tip, “How about we get the fuck out of here and go somewhere even more fun, then?”
  Their next destination, The Tonic, isn’t very far from the restaurant. This particular nightclub is a box-shaped building with various patios illuminated by strings of lanterns stretching out from the sides; the bass is heavy enough that it can be heard in the street. Nothing else is particularly interesting about the exterior, other than a line of people stretching around the block awaiting entrance to the venue. Roxas is fine with getting in the line, but he is surprised again when Sora takes him to the opposite side of the building where a sign reading “VIP” sits over a separate entrance. They wait in a short line next to a massive bouncer for only a few minutes before it’s their turn to approach the girl working the holocomputer.
  Sora makes eye contact with her and quietly says, “We’re on the guestlist. Would you kindly give us wristbands?”
  She responds sweetly, acting as if it were an original thought, “You’re on the guestlist. Let me get your wristbands.” before putting said wristbands on both of them. They go into a doorway, and the bass becomes magnified as they travel through a dimly lit and chicly decorated hallway. Sora flashes Roxas that cocky look again, and the blond responds by laughing.
  “I feel like of all things, this city should be more well-equipped for dealing with mind control.” Roxas sort-of shouts over the noise, “At least you’re polite with it!”
  “Surprising, right? I try to use it sparingly so I don’t get caught!” They start to climb a flight of stairs that reaches the dance floor.
  “Sparingly? You mean like when you want to impress someone?”
  Sora shrugs, “Well it’s working isn’t it?”
  They’re at the top of the stairs where the music is unrestricted and incredibly loud, so Roxas just coyly pretends he didn’t hear the vampire. Instead, he takes Sora’s hand and leads him onto the event floor. They dance side-by-side for quite some time, Roxas enjoying the visuals being projected from a holoscreen behind the DJ booth.
  Without warning, Sora leans down and his lips brush Roxas’ ear as he asks, “Want to get drinks?”
  Ignoring the sudden close proximity and tingling sensation darting across his skin, Roxas responds. “I’m not 21 yet.”
  “Don’t worry about it.” It’s Sora’s turn to lead Roxas by the hand, this time over toward a bar glowing with a rainbow of bright LEDs. He flags down the bartender, who approaches them after helping a couple different customers. “I need two doubles, and you can close the tab. One dark and stormy, and one…” He looks over to Roxas.
  “Uh… vodka Red Moogle?”
  Sora nods in approval and shows the bartender his wristband. Roxas, understanding the action, follows suit. The bartender shuffles off to mix drinks and Sora taps his wristband, which Roxas now notices has “VIP 21+” printed across it. He proceeds to facepalm and Sora laughs. When the bartender comes back Sora hands him munny and they take their drinks. Instead of returning to the dancefloor, Sora takes them onto one of the patios toward the back of the main level. They go to lean against the railing and sip their refreshments.
  “Sorry,” Sora says, “I hate having a drink in the crowd. Never know if some asshole is gonna bump into you and spill it!”
  “I don’t mind, it’s nice out here. I guess I never thought about it, but I didn’t think vampires could get drunk.”
  “Immorality and sobriety?!” Sora guffaws, “We’d go extinct! Living forever, you run out of things to do pretty easily… I don’t know a vampire alive—so to speak?—that doesn’t party hard. Man, they really don’t want kids to turn into us, huh?” He chews the lip of his glass, “Now that I think about it, that alone is reason enough to become a vampire. You can get as fucked up as much as you want with no consequences, really.” Moving in a little closer, he whispers, “Speaking of, you just say the word and I’ll find you whatever you want to try.”
  Roxas jokes, “What, are you trying to get me fucked up so you can have your way with me?”
  Sora looks at him very seriously, “I swear to you, I will never touch you without your permission. This is just my way of saying thank you. I’ll give you anything you want, remember?”
  Roxas cocks his eyebrow and jeers, “So we’re not including yesterday when you tried to get me to kiss you… m’kay.”
  Grimacing, Sora ducks his head down toward his glass, fully at a loss for a response. Looking back, it was a terribly douchey move and he really has no excuse for his actions. “Er… this can also be my apology, then. I’m really sorry I was a dick, and the offer still stands. I dunno if it’ll make up the messes I’ve caused, but I owe at least that much to you.”
  Roxas can’t help but mull that over a bit as he sips his drink. What exactly does he want from the vampire anyway? They are here, on a date, and Roxas is actually surprised Sora had been this hands-off all night considering what he’s done before. It seems Sora truly is sorry for what happened, though… but in all honesty Roxas is getting a little impatient that the other man hasn’t been more forward. Yet, there’s a lot to be admired in the genuine respect being given. Roxas quickly makes up some ground rules in his head before presenting them.
  “Alright, I think I’ve decided. I’ll give you permission right now: whether I’m sober or high, you can touch me all you’d like. If I’m uncomfortable, I’ll tell you to stop.” He looks over to Sora, who is visibly surprised, “How does that sound?”
  Without hesitation, Sora reaches over and runs a hand down Roxas’ back, sending chills down the blond’s spine. “Thank fuck. I hate playing guessing games.”
  They continue to sip their drinks and talk, exchanging plenty of physical contact in the meantime. There’s a lull in the distant bass, and the air fills with idle chatter as more people file onto the patio while a set change occurs. Roxas looks over the crowd and hums into his glass, which is now half-full. Feeling a buzz coming on, he dreamily observes that these people all look normal from his perspective. No one is out of place, and they seem the same as anyone else you’d see enjoying the nightlife. He wonders how the Organization will teach him to spot the creatures hiding in the shadows, remembering Luxord saying “it comes with the game”. Just then, he feels an arm around his neck and his cheek being squished as Sora pulls him into a half-headlock.
  “What are you gazing oddly at, huh?” Sora jests, “You okay? Should I be worried?”
  Roxas giggles, but doesn’t try to escape the awkward position. “No, no! I was just wondering how I’m supposed to tell who a nightwalker is when I’m officially in the Organization. I have no fuckin’ clue how they do it. All these people look normal to me.”
  Sora releases Roxas to cross his arms and look skyward. “Well… I assume it has something to do with the eyes.”
  “The eyes?”
  “Yessir. It’s a trick I learned a long time ago; immortals have something particular about their eyes, something that seems off. It’s almost like the Uncanny Valley: your brain, by instinct, knows the thing you're looking at isn’t fully human, even though they seem human. Once you’re good at reading it, it becomes second nature.”
  Roxas thinks back to Sora’s whirlpool eyes and wonders if he could really see something like that in other nightwalkers.
  “Of course,” Sora continues, “there are other ways. Obviously, werewolves can track by scent, and I’m certain there are spells out there for detecting auras too. If you’re a vampire you can kinda scan for nightwalkers by their heartbeat.”
  “That’s crazy. You are just full of parlor tricks.”
  “Wanna watch me make my alcohol disappear?” Screwing up his face, Sora holds his glass with one hand while wiggling the fingers on the other… before tipping the whole glass back and finishing it it in a couple gulps. “Ta-dah!”
  Gasping, Roxas melodramatically clutches his chest in horror. “A witch! He must be a witch! We must burn him!”
  “No, you must dunk me in the river to see if I float or drown first!”
  They laugh to themselves for a moment before the music in the club begins to swell, and the crowd amassed on the porch slowly migrates back into the venue. Sora reaches his arm around Roxas’ waist.
  “Shall we?”
  Roxas nods before knocking the remainder of his drink back, and they venture inside.
  On the dancefloor, Sora and Roxas are standing front-to-back with Sora gently holding onto Roxas’ hips; they sway with the music, which has shifted to reflect the current artist’s downtempo style. The lights, which were once sweeping the crowd with blinking neon, are now maintaining a single drifting rosy hue that blankets the floor. The holoscreen behind the DJ booth displays a trippy animation that pulses in time to the music, sending extra ambient light bouncing in a rhythm off the crowd.
  Feeling a little looser from the alcohol, Roxas allows himself to groove along to the beat, fascinated by the spectacle before him. Sora, in the meantime, is beginning to panic again as he suddenly is at a loss for what further moves to make. It’s a very rare and unsettling feeling to be so worried about completely fucking up something, and even though Roxas gave him the green light to do whatever he wanted, he is still choosing to proceed with caution. Even moments earlier, after offering to get Roxas drugs, he wanted to punch himself in the face for being so forward. It’s so unlike the vampire to care about pleasing anyone other than himself… at least not since Destiny Islands. Sora notices his hands are just barely trembling over Roxas’ hips… Roxas’ hips… he wants to pull them back and grind into that sweet ass, let his desire take over, but he’s so damn nervous for once.
  Me? Nervous? No way.
  He just needs to act like this is anybody else he’s trying to hook up with… but Roxas isn't just anybody else. It’s baffling to him how fucking absurd he’s being over something that normally comes so natural to him.
  Fuck it! He finally decides, I’m overthinking this shit again! Rolling with it, round two… I’ve got this.
  Gripping firmly onto Roxas, Sora leans down and gently pecks the helix of the blond’s ear, sliding his lips down to just lightly bite at the lobe. Roxas flinches, but leans into the contact; tilting his head a little for easier access. Sora slowly, teasingly, starts to kiss down the back of Roxas’ neck as he pulls the mortal back to make the gentlest of contact with the vampire’s pelvis. Roxas lets out a noncommittal moan, which is just barely audible over the music, and Sora takes this as a signal to carefully gyrate his hips into the blonde's backside. When Sora’s lips brush the collar of Roxas’ shirt, he reverses his course back upwards as he sneaks a thumb up underneath the shirt’s hem to brush the skin hiding there—
  A sudden thump on the back startles them both out of their trance, and Sora hears the all-too familiar sound of a drink splashing into someone’s chest.
  He whirls around to see a visibly hammered guy (because how else could you bump into someone standing in one place if you’re even remotely sober?) holding an empty glass and wearing a soaked muscle shirt.
  “Heyyyasshole!” The guy, presumably named something like Chad or Bryce, slurs, “Whach wherya gon!”
  Groaning loudly, Sora responds, “Yeah, whatever, sorry—”
  “You gon pay fa dis?!” Dudebro interrupts, “I’ll fuckin’ smash ya teeth in, lil bish!”
  Completely out of patience, Sora does some math in his mind and, with one quick motion, slams his forehead into the guy’s nose: breaking it just a bit without leaving a single bruise on the vampire. As the man wobbles away, wailing in drunken agony while clutching his bleeding face, Sora rushes Roxas off the floor and up the stairs. He leads them onto a darkened upper level overlooking the main floor, and they duck into a lounge area obscured by heavy black drapings before leaning against a far wall, laughing. The music is now thumping with grimy electro house, the curtains catching flecks of the lights as they streak across the venue with newfound enthusiasm.
  “I can't believe you just fucking headbutt that douchebag!” Roxas exclaims, nearly in hysterics.
  Sora grins wide, “Well, now you know why I think having drinks in a crowd is a bad idea!”
  They continue to laugh, and it takes them both a moment to realize how tucked away they are, or the small proximity they are from one another. They make eye contact, and Roxas suddenly has an anxious tension in his chest, spreading across his nerves and making him helpless to move. He tries to speak through his eyes, begging Sora to come closer, to finish what he started on the dance floor. Beneath the bass Sora can hear Roxas’ heart pounding wildly—can see the tension in the other man’s gaze—and suddenly his mouth is very dry.
  Sora moves to stand in front of Roxas, his fingers brush the mortal’s jaw and he finds himself asking, almost pleading, “May I?”
  Roxas mutters, “Please.”
  Without hesitation, Sora dips down to capture Roxas’ lips in the tenderest kiss, and suddenly the world goes out from beneath them. Their mouths meld perfectly together, the mix of absolute relief and amplified desire is almost too much for Roxas to handle—he’s desperate for more. The blond threads his fingers into Sora’s hair to pull him closer, tasting the spice of ginger beer and bitter rum on the vampire’s lips as he deepens the kiss. Their mouths part, their tongues meet, and Roxas is surprised to feel his tongue flick against Sora’s protruding fangs. One of Sora’s hands, smooth and warm, finds it’s way under Roxas’ shirt to grip his side as he grinds their hips together. They kiss harder and faster, bodies pressing closer. Sora pulls away for one second to press the mortal fully flush against the wall, sliding a leg between his, and Roxas responds by pulling the vampire back into another kiss with the red tie.
  The thrum of the bass, the taste of Roxas’ lips, the feel of their bodies pressed into a secluded space… Sora delights in every second of it. He can hear Roxas’ pulse throbbing through the skin —Roxas’ delectable skin… he imagines how fragile it is. How easily it might bruise from his grasp or bleed from his teeth. He digs his nails into flesh, using his other hand to reach down to grab Roxas’ ass, and feels the vibration of a moan from the mortal’s mouth.
  Their tongues glide together again, and once more Roxas can feel the fangs sliding against their kiss. Distantly, he wonders how it would feel to have those teeth in his neck, how painful it might be… how pleasurable it could be. He imagines Sora pressing him to the wall, sucking from the wounds languidly, his hands wandering all over. Dreaming up such a carnal scenario, along with the fact that he’s allowing himself to picture it, tantalizes him. The excitement of being tucked away where the music vibrates them and drowns out his sounds, where the light is too dark and too sparse to let them be seen… it’s almost overwhelming. He wants Sora to drink and drink and drink—then kiss him again in the haze. He wonders how his own blood might taste on his lips, and the morbid curiosity is causing him serious strain in his pants.
  “Bite me,” Roxas gasps between kisses, “On my neck.”
  This drives Sora over the edge, and he breaks their mouths apart to nip feverently over Roxas’ jaw and down his nape. It’s a strange deja vu of just the night before, except this time Sora is even hungrier. He slides his tongue along the flesh and feels the blond below him shudder. The pulse is there, practically screaming out to him; thudding from beneath the skin like a howling monster demanding to be freed. How desperately he wants to impale the flesh and suck the sweet nectar from Roxas’ veins… but like a little pinch, he remembers something that was committed to memory.
  Sora moves up to Roxas’ ear, “I can’t,” he sighs, “Not tonight. Not yet.” He pulls away and even under the poor lighting Roxas is visibly upset.
  “What happened to ‘whatever I want’?”
  Sora grimaces, realizing his own hypocrisy. He takes out his phone, pulls up the message he received from the unknown number, and shows it to Roxas. After reading the screen, Roxas shakes his head and smiles sheepishly.
  “You know, I completely forgot about Axel! Fine, fine… I’ll take a rain check for now.”
  Sora pockets his phone and leans against the wall next to Roxas. “Anything I can do for you in the meantime?”
  Roxas thinks of something the vampire said earlier.
  “What kind of drugs do you do at a club?”
  Sora’s face lights up, and he takes Roxas by the hand. On their way back down to the first level, Roxas ponders how ridiculous it is that, instead of being bitten by a vampire, he’s choosing to do drugs. What a life.
  On the dancefloor, they play a game Sora lovingly dubbed “‘Scuse Me”. The rules are simple: find someone who looks fucked up, see what they’re on, ask who they got it from, then go to find that person. Mostly, Roxas is just getting led by the hand as Sora ‘Scuse Me’s back and forth across the club. There isn’t much headway until they come to a sweaty girl with massive pupils smacking her gum so loudly you can hear it over the music. After giving them both squeezing hugs and sloppy kisses on the cheek, she points them downstairs near the bathrooms on the level they came in from. They made their way down and rin into a husky guy near coat check with an emo haircut and floral print sneakers.
  “‘Scuse me,” Sora greets the guy cheerfully, “I need a half gram of ecstasy.”
  In horror, Roxas looks around the area to see if anyone is nearby, but Sora seems completely carefree about his personal volume.
  The dude responds, in a voice that makes him sound far younger than he looks, “I got you, man.”
  “Where’d you get it?”
  “One of the top-notch labs in Unterlund.”
  “What’d it test?”
  “Black-on-black-on-black.”
  Sora whistles, “Hell yes. You’re not lying right? Punch yourself in the face if you’re lying.”
  The man remains still, a puzzled look on his face, and Sora continues: “Perfect! I’ll take it. How much?”
  “Uh… 2500 munny, I guess.”
  They make the exchange, all while Roxas is very unsubtly looking around for any signs of people, forcing himself not to panic too openly. After thanking the man for his service, Sora leads Roxas toward the bathrooms.
  “So you won’t pay for dinner but you will pay for drugs…” Roxas quips, “I have to admire your priorities.”
  “A fancy restaurant can handle an unpaid meal or two. A kid like that might not be able to pay rent without one sale.”
  Fortunately the bathroom is near-empty, so Sora quickly glamors the bathroom attendant and snags a water bottle off her table before they sneak into one of the empty stalls toward the back of the room together. Handing the bottle to Roxas, Sora pulls out a tiny baggie covered in an even pattern of Moogle faces giving the middle finger. It’s quite adorable, actually. Inside the baggie is what looks like a small, crystalline-looking rock; Sora crushes it up as best he can between his fingers, trying to measure a suitable amount by sight.
  Gripping the water bottle, Roxas has an excited knot in his throat as he watches the process. Of course, Axel and Demyx were heavy drinkers when they felt like it but they’d never done any other illicit substances… at least not to Roxas’ knowledge. They had a hinted rule in the house that pretty much all degrees of partying are accepted, if done in moderation. There was also a sort of “if you bring it home, you share it” deal. Still, this would be his first time moving beyond the realm of alcohol; not including the one time he smoked pot with his old Twilight Town friends in middle school. The four of them polished off roughly 30 sea-salt ice cream bars in total while having paranoid delusions that Seifer would catch them in the act and haul them to juvy. After suffering massive stomach aches and depressingly empty wallets, they decided it wasn’t the vice for them. They made a wonky-looking wooden chocobo with the leftover popsicle sticks and named it Mary Jane.
  “Alright,” Sora says in a hushed tone as he holds up a miniscule chunk taken from the bag. “This should be plenty to keep you going through the night. Eat this and then take a sip of the water as fast as you can ‘casue it’s gonna taste really nasty.”
  Nervous, Roxas bites his lip and unscrews the cap on the water bottle. Gingerly, he takes the rock and drops it onto his tongue before taking a mighty swig of the water. There’s an acrid taste that lingers in his mouth, and he drinks a little more to dilute it as Sora checks his phone.
  “Since I'm going to metabolize this a lot faster, I’m going to wait about 20 minutes before I take any.” He reseals the bag. “Normally I’d just snort it, but we’re dealing with massive rocks, and there’s no way I’m gonna bother trying to cut it here. For me it only takes about 20 minutes to hit but for you it might take up to 40 minutes.”
  Roxas nods in response, feeling his gut start to turn with anticipation.

  In the crowd, Roxas is trying his best to not think about whether or not he’s feeling something. For an uncomfortable amount of time, he’d been seriously fighting the urge to check his phone. It has to have been at least over 30 minutes, as Sora had taken his dose quite a while ago.
  Bobbing along to the beat, Roxas tries his best to focus on the activity in the venue… but he’s almost a little blown away by his own behavior, still. Now that he’s had some time to ruminate on these interesting circumstances, he wonders if he would have reached this same path any other way. Since he’s entered this city, and especially the past couple days, he’s had a sense of disregard for his personal safety.
  No, He corrects himself, That’s not it.
  What it really is, then, is knowing that the life he’ll soon be leading is fraught with danger, and he could very well die at any moment. It could happen looking down the gullet of a werewolf, or in a blink without a second’s notice. If he doesn’t live his life to the fullest now, then what’s the point of it all? Sure, he’s changed—that much is obvious. But he came to this city to do just that.
  Tick. Tick. Tick…
  Now there’s something. It’s uncanny how the feeling is. It’s moves the way a chill does, but instead it’s warmth. It spreads, not at the bottom of the spine, but from the stomach. Roxas breathes deep, and it creeps all the way up to the back of his brain, and all at once his neurons fire, spilling chemicals in his synapses.
  Boom.
  His pupils dilate so fast he can practically feel it. He’s back in Candyland, where colors are brighter and every sight is sweet to see. The music amplifies the sensation, shaking his body down to it’s core. He looks over to Sora, unaware of the biggest, dumbest grin on his face. Sora grasps his hand, and he notices his sense of touch is also intensified; Sora’s skin is like warm silk and he wants to cling to it.
  All he can manage to say is: “Holy. Shit.”
  “Perfect timing,” Sora laughs, and Roxas notices the vampire’s pupils are also massive.
  Earlier it felt awkward to dance, but now it feels only natural. Roxas’ body is practically moving on it’s own, gesticulating perfectly to a rhythm he’s certain is shuddering across the universe itself. Between that and the holoscreen visuals, Roxas is lost in motion as he parties along. The tempo slows just enough that Sora resumes his earlier position of grinding against Roxas, this time much more assertively; he gently massages the other man’s hip bones as they dance together, Roxas reaching his hands up to run his fingers through Sora’s hair. Sora continues where he left off last time, this time on the other side of Roxas’ neck, kissing more quickly. Each kiss sends an electric jolt through Roxas, and he feels his skin desperately wanting to be touched.
  They stay like that for quite some time, bumping and grinding to the music, lost in the heat and movement of the crowd. After a while, Roxas feels himself being turned around, and once he’s facing the vampire, Sora kisses him again. His brain is on fire with overwhelming amounts of signals, and his stomach is stuck in a limbo between excited and nauseous. His tongue urgently searches for those fangs again, allured by unresolved fantasies and interesting sensations. Sora gives Roxas both when his hand grips blond hair and he kisses harder, deeper—nipping at the mortal’s lips.
  Then, Sora pulls away with a smile. At first Roxas is ready to complain, until Sora asks: “Water?”
  Just then the mortal realizes how uncomfortably hot he is and how intense his thirst is, so he nods, and Sora leads them out of the crowd once again. They stop by the bar for a fresh bottle of water (the one they had from the bathroom had been long-since guzzled down), then venture back out onto the balcony to cool themselves down.
  As Roxas opens the bottle, he inquires, “What about you? Do you need any blood?”
  “Don’t worry about me, just rehydrate.”
  Roxas obeys, and takes a happy swig from the bottle. The cool liquid is intensely refreshing, and he pulls the beverage away from his lips with a satisfied sigh. Sora lets out a chuckle at this, and Roxas suddenly concentrates on the vampire with a new fierceness.
  “Sora, I’m curious,” Roxas says between sips of water, “You left your covenant, and I know you said it was because of Mickey—er, the King, or whatever. But I get the feeling that there’s something else that made you want to leave…something in your story you didn’t tell me.”
  At first, Sora feels this line of questioning has come out of nowhere, but then he remembers that ecstasy can make a person significantly chattier and definitely more honest. In retrospect, the massive Kairi-shaped hole in his story between Riku and Dusk City is terribly obvious… it was bound to get brought up eventually.
  Fortunately, the drug makes it easy for him to say, “Part of it was the responsibility… the other part was heartache.”
  “Oh,” Roxas looks away in embarrassment, clearly afraid he’s touched a nerve.
  In desperation, Sora adds, “Well, wait wait, let me clarify a bit! There was so much going on at once so suddenly that I felt really, really lost. Before, when my past was a mystery and all I knew was where my next destination was, I had less answers but so much more control. Then all of a sudden I have answers, but all they brought were more questions… then suddenly my control was slipping. The things I knew I wanted were all suddenly out of my reach, and I felt like if I didn’t get out of there my life would be taken over.” He leans his arms against the balcony, “On top of all that, I had this love that I thought I needed, that I was almost desperate for at one point… but all it brought me was agony. But I can’t call it a betrayal either, because it was never meant to be mine in the first place… but…”
  “Doesn’t mean you hurt any less.” Roxas adds, also coming to lean on the balcony. What Sora doesn’t know is how true this rings to Roxas. “Weirdly enough, I know almost exactly what you mean.”
  They share a long look, and Sora wonders if he should inquire about this new information for further details. Though he doesn’t honestly want to while they’re fucked up, as it seems like a serious enough issue for a long, sober conversation. Roxas, in the meantime, feels about the same and hopes that Sora will chose not to ask anything more. His mind is too abuzz to really nail down his story in his head anyway, and he’d rather focus on this moment. So he just smiles, which this causes Sora to smile too, and the vampire puts a pin in the conversation with a quick kiss.
  “Let me try something,” Sora says, changing the subject as he moves behind the blond. “Hold still.” Gently, he grips the other man’s shoulders and begins to carefully rub them—Roxas melting almost instantly at the contact. Expertly, Sora massages down Roxas’ back, working outward from the spine, and Roxas feels his neurons firing wildly with each rub; little noises of content noncommittally leaving his lips.
  After a few moments of absolute bliss, a chuckle shudders out of the mortal. “I bet it’s obvious we’re on drugs…”
  Sora’s hands make it to the lowest part of Roxas’ spine, and he glances at the minimal scattering of other people to see they’re paying them no mind. “If it is, nobody seems to care. Which means...” He brings his head forward to peck Roxas’ cheek. “Nobody’ll care when I start doing this.” Sora presses his groin against Roxas’ backside, then moves a hand forward to slip beneath Roxas’ shirt and over the blond’s belly button… then under his pants… then under the elastic line of his boxers—
  Roxas gasps, feeling the warmth of Sora’s hand come to a screeching halt over his happy trail. “What are you doing?!” He demands in a hushed tone.
  “Hmm… exploring.” Sora’s other hand comes up the shirt to slide across Roxas’ chest, and a finger manages to brush a nipple. Roxas squeaks in response. “Do you want me to stop?”
  Roxas chuckles again, whispering, “Of course not, asshole.” Then sighs when Sora kisses a sensitive spot between his jawline and earlobe. The hand in his pants slips down further, centimeters away from where his pubic hair begins, before it veers off to touch the topmost part of his thigh (much to Roxas’ chagrin).
  “You’re so soft,” Sora somewhat slurs into his neck, “I could fall asleep like this.”
  Though Roxas is also content to stay like that, there’s a sudden change pitch in the music from the dancefloor, and the venue vibrates with a new intensity—one that Roxas recognizes.
  “Oh my god!” Prying himself away from Sora, Roxas makes a mad dash into the venue. “I fucking love this song!!!”
  Laughing, Sora follows him in.
  They spent the rest of the night between fits of dancing, making out, and having talks about the meaning of the universe. They stayed until the club was closed, then spent the walk home chatting about this or that until they reached the outside of the Sierra Octavia apartments.
  Excited, Roxas asks, “So, you’re spending the night here again, right?”
  “I promise you that’s not a good idea.”
  “What? Why not?”
  “Dude… your roommates would definitely notice and kill me for sure!”
  “We can be sneaky! Please, please come up,” Roxas begs him, but Sora doesn’t budge.
  “Trust me, there’s no way you’d be able to stay quiet enough.” After a pause, Roxas wiggles his eyebrows melodramatically at the vampire, who responds with a laugh, “Not like that!”
  In a fit of confidence, Roxas replies, “Good, cuz I don’t put out on the first date anyway.” In his head, he adds, Not that I would know…
  “Well I’m seeing you tomorrow, right? You don’t have to wait much longer.”
  Roxas groans, “I guess you’re right… I’ll let you off the hook this time.”
  Sora gives Roxas a kiss goodnight, and as he’s about to turn and leave, he decides to ask, “Hey Roxas. Would you say this was good date? Maybe even… the greatest date of your life?”
  Uh-oh. Roxas supposes now is as good a time as ever to reveal the truth. “Actually… I’ve never been on a date before tonight.” He giggles, “So, yeah… this is definitely the greatest date of my life!”
  Sora stares at him, mouth fully agape. “So our first date… was also your very first date. And you let me get you high?!”
  “Yeah... and it was totally awesome.” Roxas coos, “Goodnight~!” before making an abrupt escape into the building, leaving Sora standing in complete awe.
  After ascending the stairs, Roxas comes to the door and realizes he never contacted Axel to announce when he was coming home. In a panic, he opens the door and is ready with a thousand apologies… only to find Demyx and Axel sprawled on the couch, completely passed out. The coffee table is littered with empty beer bottles, cigarette butts are overflowing in the ashtray, and a half-empty handle of Firaga Ball whiskey sits undefeated at the center of it all. Roxas cracks a smile and decides to leave them be—after all, they’ll need all the sleep they can get to combat the upcoming hangovers from hell. It’s probably for the best anyway, as Roxas comes to realize when he stops in the bathroom to brush his teeth: his pupils are still massive and he definitely looks tweaked. Sora would have been skinned within moments of them realizing Roxas’ hard-to-ignore state… though he isn’t sure if it would be because Sora got him drugs, or that the vampire neglected to share said drugs.
  In his bedroom, he strips himself naked and starts to slip beneath his comforter, pausing only to snatch the extra pillow from the foot of the bed where Sora left it. Once settled in, he proceeds to spoon the pillow to the best of his ability, nuzzling his face into it as he does. He lets out a delighted sigh, more comfortable now than he’s ever been before thanks to the ecstasy. Although at first he’s worried the drug will keep him from sleeping, it doesn't take long for total exhaustion to completely envelop him. Last night’s terror, staying up until the wee hours of the morning, getting up early, and tonight’s shenanigans all have him completely worn out. Before he even realizes it, he’s drifted to sleep.
  In his dreams, Roxas is standing at a beach watching the sunset, redder and brighter than anything he’s ever seen. The pink clouds take the shapes of spirals, spinning in and out of existence as they billow across the fiery sky. He picks up a blue conch shell, it’s surface twisting with unending patterns, as a drop of blood seeps out of it’s opening. He holds it to his ear, and cries a single tear when his mother’s voice drifts from it.
  “Dilly dally… shilly shally.”
Exeunt
Sora's Gerard Way cosplay is nearly complete, he just needs eyeliner! Also, no offense to any of those named Chad or Bryce... you can’t control what you’re named! Just don’t let it have the Jeeves effect. Fight destiny!
I know this chapter kind of counts as filler to an extent, but I think you guys have been waiting long enough to get some actual action in this story! I might also come back to tweak this one, who knows. It was pretty tough to write since there’s so little conflict, but I hope it's a nice break before shit really starts to pop off in the next few chapters… stay tuned!
The next chapter may be coming a week or two late because FINALS. Plus, I really want to do some extra work on it and make sure it's awesome. I appreciate your patience!
References and Inspirations:
- Let me just say, I am completely in love with Cassidy from the “Preacher” comics, and even more so from AMC’s adaptation. He’s a vampire after my own heart! I’m glad somebody else had the idea of mixing vampirism with rampant drug use, because I was always curious about the concept myself. Initially the early drafts of this chapter were very tentative, but Cassidy helped me seal the deal on what I wanted.
DISCLAIMER: I do not condone the use of drugs, illegal or otherwise! Especially if you’re not 21 or over! However, I can’t stop you from living your life, so I simply suggest you party responsibly. If you or anyone you know would like more (and honest) information PLEASE GO TO MY AUTHOR DESCRIPTION AND LOOK UNDER “ADDITIONAL RESOURCES”. Be safe and stay hydrated!
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