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The Night
Chapter VIII: Nymphatic
June 13th, 2025
  When Roxas’ tired eyes finally crack open to greet the day, it’s past noon. He must have shut his alarm off earlier while he was still mostly asleep, as he has no memory of it ever going off in the morning. He awakens feeling groggier and more tired than usual; not quite the familiar sensation of a hangover, but something that makes his brain feel like it’s been sunbathing all night. His body buzzes with residual effects from the ecstasy, and he finds himself almost painfully erect under the covers. When his skin brushes anything, the sensations leave him feeling warm and enticed.
  Might as well deal with this...
  He remembers reading or hearing somewhere that having an orgasm on certain drugs is next to impossible, but he’s pretty certain the chemicals have dissipated enough that he could if he tried. Roxas reaches down and grips his erection, enjoying the little jolt of sensitivity that rushes up through him as he pulls his foreskin back. Hours ago, the feeling would have probably been overwhelming, but now it gives him an extended line of pleasure. He strokes himself slowly, toying with this new sensation, feeling the pre-cum beading at his tip much quicker than it normally does. Roxas’ mind drifts into what he considers the abyss of shame: a place where he often found himself fantasizing of what could have been.
  The cunning face of Hayner enters his mind, looking down at him with that goofy, lovable face he came to adore; saying stupid one-liners before Roxas would shut him up with his lips. What might’ve happened if Olette never called, or if Hayner never picked up his phone? He pictures how they might’ve snuck back into Roxas’ room to spend the whole day fucking, riding their desire until the last ounce of energy was spent and they were left in a sweaty heap on Roxas’ bed. His cock twitches in his grasp, and he lets out a groan as he barely starts to quicken his pace. He also fantasizes about Pence, the tall form kneeling over him, glistening face twisted in pleasure. He’d bet anything that Pence would have been a looker during sex: maintaining eye contact as he fucks Roxas, watching to see the blond’s expression with every careful thrust. A little jab of pain pokes at his heart, so he squeezes himself a little harder to bury the sorrow beneath the pleasure.
  Then, like always, it starts to happen again. As if his fantasies are corrupted data, Roxas’ mind guiltily goes back to Seifer. Would he have been a gentle lover under different circumstances? Would he still have been just as rough and power-hungry? For years now, he pictured that lean body melding into his, wanted to be pinned down by those strong arms and kissed like the world was ending in a day. He wanted to hear Seifer moan his name as they shared moment after moment of pure weakness. Roxas’ hand slows down, stroking more intimately as he shamefully loves the sensations that the fantasy brings. Maybe that day he lost the love-letter, instead of Seifer shoving him into the bathroom to mercilessly beat him, he instead would have locked the door and kissed him breathless. Maybe they would have been pinned up in there as the bell rang, moaning amidst the sounds of their classmates roaming the halls while Seifer’s hands roamed Roxas’ body. If they’d been dating, he would have loved for Seifer to dominate him, to slide that massive cock inside him and make demands in exchange for pleasure.
  Roxas hates that fantasy so much, but it did the trick almost every single time he’s jerked off to it… and he would loathe himself afterwards for imagining the horrible person that ruined his life in such a way. It made him want to throw himself out the window for giving that monster never-ending power over his life. His trauma had somehow become his lust, and he hated himself for it.
  But this time, something else happens: his mind drifts elsewhere, a new place. There are lights, and music, and bodies, and heat… hands slide across his body, touching him with desperation.
  “Let’s take this downstairs.”
  And with the efficiency of a dream, they are suddenly there in the bathroom stall; the music above is muffled, but the bass is still vibrating them. They’re facing each other, lips are on Roxas’ neck, teeth on his skin, his cock free from his pants and in someone else’s grasp. He can feel the fangs in his flesh, his blood dripping down and staining his clothes.
  “Faster, Sora,” he whispers, stroking himself more quickly as the Sora in his fantasy does the same. He can feel more precum leaking out, imagining the pain as he creates the pleasure. He pictures Sora pulling away, and can see the blood dripping from the vampire’s mouth under the low light.
  “Let me fuck you.”
  Then, his pants are down in this fantasy and Sora is holding his leg up as he pulls out his own erection. Roxas pops two fingers into his mouth before repositioning himself beneath the covers. Still pumping his tingling cock, he slides his fingers into his ass as he imagines Sora sliding into him. Amplified by the lingering ecstacy, Roxas can’t help but quietly moan as this familiar routine is suddenly so much more intense. He multitasks pumping his cock, fingering himself and stimulating his prostate with ease; letting himself get lost in new levels of arousal. He thinks of Sora fucking him hard and fast in the stall, smiling at him with bloodied lips as Roxas holds on tight to the vampire. He begs for more as the all-too familiar signs of release pool inside him, the static sensation rippling through his erection. In his head, Sora kisses him hard, and his body quakes as the orgasm envelops him. He bites his lip in an attempt to stifle a loud gasp of relief as cum gushes out of him. Gently, he pumps the remainder out, shuddering slightly from the sensitivity.
  After removing his fingers and releasing his dick, he allows himself to lay in a daze beneath the covers. For the first time in quite a while, he doesn’t feel angry or embarrassed for masturbating. In fact, he’s quite satisfied with this new scenario that’s now available for him to picture. He’s just about to fall back asleep when he realizes he didn’t grab a towel or tissue to catch the cum, and the liquid is currently splattered across his fitted sheet. He curses himself for ruining a perfect opportunity to snooze some more. Going quiet, he listens carefully to hear if his roomates are up and about. After a long silence reaches his ears, he goes to clean up.
  One extra-long shower later, he felt a little more energized but still pretty groggy. His skin remained distantly tingly and he ended up spending part of the day wrapped in a soft blanket as he did an impromptu load of laundry and made lunch.
  It is around 3 pm when his roommates arrive at home, all carrying bags of groceries with their Organization cloaks slung over their shoulders. They are chatting as they enter, but when Axel sees Roxas he immediately drops everything—literally—and bounds over to the blond.
  “H-hi, Axe—” Roxas starts, but he is quickly muffled as Axel grabs his face and begins to move his head to and fro.
  “Neck is clear,” Axel releases him and pulls Roxas’ arms out from under the blanket. To his relief, the bites from the other night have fully healed and are unnoticeable on the skin. “No bites here, either.”
  Good call, Sora.
  Suddenly, Demyx is upon them, “Take his pants off and check his thighs!”
  “Wait… what?!”
  Axel snaps his fingers, “You’re right! I completely forgot about the thighs!”
  Their hands start to encroach him at rapid speeds, but Roxas manages to slap them away in fright. “Stop it! Please! I’m fine !” Upon saying fine , his voice crackles with laughter. “You guys are obnoxious. Are you really that concerned about me getting hot and heavy with a vampire?”
  Demyx and Axel share a look of bemusement. Then, in a low voice, Demyx says, “I think he just admitted that he totally macked on a vamp .” Their eyes turn to Roxas with an intense fury, and the blond feels himself shrinking under their gazes.
  “Both of you!” Naminé interjects from the kitchen, where she’s putting away some of the groceries. “He’s alive, right? Then it’s none of your business who or what he spends his time with. As long as what they’re doing is consensual, who cares?”
  Roxas is happy to chime in as he sticks his tongue out, “If Naminé says it’s okay, then it’s okay.”
  The couple shares yet another look, and Axel sighs obnoxiously. He puts a hand behind his back and uses the other to wave a little circle in the air. “Then it shall be so, so sayeth the queen!”
  Demyx pretends to toot a horn, “Hear ye, hear ye! The queen hath decreed all forms of fang-fuckery hereby LEGAL ! Frabjous day, callooh callay!”
  They lock arms and start do a merry little jig as Naminé and Roxas watch indignantly, when suddenly Axel halts. “Wait, wouldn’t it be ‘fang-bangery’, not ‘fang-fuckery’?”
  Making a sour face, Demyx stops too. “Shit! I didn’t even think about that!”
  Naminé shoots them both a glare, “Enough! Would you two please quit trying to get out of putting groceries away by dicking around?”
  Sheepishly, they both hurry over to help, and Roxas joins them… though he can’t help but smile to himself over Naminé uncharacteristically using the term “dicking around”.
  It’s only a couple hours later when Roxas meets up with Sora outside the apartment lobby. They greet each other, and Roxas notices the vampire is holding an unopened bottle of blue Gigasgatorade.
  “Feeling alright?” Sora asks.
  “Yeah, just a little… fried, I guess?”
  “Sounds about right. Here,” Sora holds out the sports drink. “Electrolytes! I promise you'll feel way better after drinking this.”
  Happily taking the bottle, Roxas thinks it's a funny coincidence how much the vampire has contributed to his hydration even though he himself has donated only a little blood so far. “Thanks. Do you need anything?”
  Sora waves his hand dismissively, “I should be good for another few hours.”
  They start walking to the tram stop, Roxas sipping the sweet beverage as he uses his phone to look up directions to Number II’s shop. Sora peeks over the blond’s shoulder inquisitively and Roxas mutters, “14th and Lancet.”
  “That’s a twenty minute walk from the Census Bureau.” Roxas feels a surge of excitement and he begins to jog, eager to catch the earliest trolley there. Sora notices this and tries to match the blond’s pace. “What’s the rush?”
  “No time to waste now!” Roxas shouts, gaining speed, “Dilly dally, shilly shally!”
  Outside Freeshooter’s Firearms and Ammo , Sora is waiting patiently for Roxas to emerge. He’s grateful for the evening sun being tucked away behind the cityscape, as it would be awkward for him to have to stand the shade for so long. Doing so might have made him look pretty weird—or worse, possibly menacing—to others, and that’s attention he definitely doesn’t want to deal with. In his head, he’s been charting the quickest route to the Bureau building, planning to quell Roxas’ radiating anxiety to the best of his ability. The entire trip there, short as it was, the mortal was eerily silent; no amount of idle chit chat seemed to lighten the dark mood hanging over him. At one point while Sora was prattling on, the blond silently reached over and grasped Sora’s hand, so he resolved to stay quiet too.
  A little pang of guilt grips his chest when he remembers he still hasn’t asked Roxas why he’s so interested in getting to the census building. In fact, after dropping Roxas off, he laid awake in his hotel thinking about that fact for the rest of the night. If his body hadn’t shut itself off from exhaustion, he might’ve laid awake thinking about it all day, too. It’s more than obvious the mortal is looking for someone in particular, and the only other fact he knows is that Roxas ran away from home… so who is this mystery person? Unfortunately, but also somewhat fortunately, he’s only been able to rule out a former lover so far… who knows, though? Although he trusts Roxas, humans can be tentative at times.
  It also distressed him to think about how he gave his own life story and yet still hasn’t asked Roxas about his… which feels terribly rude of the vampire. Even though he’s resolved to wait for the opportune moment, he desperately hopes Roxas doesn’t see it as a lack of interest, or even care. It was easy to tell the blond didn’t want to talk about it last night, anyway, so Sora hopes his reasoning appears sound. Upon closer reflection, he considers just how little he knows about the mortal’s past… and for some reason, he’s nervous about exploring it.
  A historian afraid to explore the past? What a positively silly thought. But he’s become so fond of Roxas he’s genuinely afraid to push any boundaries. These past few days have been some of the most meaningful—and interesting—ones he’s had in 50 years. He’d rather live a lifetime of not knowing than risk a day of apprehension from his new companion.
  Besides, I’ve got all the time in the world. Why not take it slow?
  As if on cue, Roxas emerges from the gun shop looking a little paler than usual.
  “Well that was terrifying. He kept waving a rifle around telling me what a good shot he is!” Roxas gesticulates in an adorable manner, “He sounded like a old surfer guy too. ‘Hey kiddo, you better be ready for some crazy shit! As if!’ What is it, the 90s or something???”
  “Did he tell you anything important?”
  “I mean… if he did, I missed it because he kept pointing a fucking gun at me.”
  Sora shrugs, “Coworkers, right?”
  “Right. Let's get out of here.”
  “Savvy that. Follow me.”
  Just as Sora said, it only takes them about 20 minutes to get to the Census Bureau, which is a muted little building nestled in the center of a bustling street. When they arrive amidst a crowd of passing pedestrians, Roxas can feel a tightness in his chest and has to remind himself to breathe. They enter to see what very well could pass as a lobby for a dentist’s office at first glance, as the atmosphere feels clean-cut and the reception desk is massive. Roxas was honestly expecting something much more massive, though this building is likely just a smaller branch of the province’s main bureau. Sora walks up to the desk were a bored-looking man is rifling through paperwork, and when the gentleman glances up to regard the new presence, he starts in his seat.
  “S-Sora!” He says, “What are you doing here? It’s been ages since I’ve seen you around the coven.”
  “Yeah, I’ve been sorting out some personal stuff, as I’m sure you’ve heard…” Sora gives an exaggerated “ go figure” sort-of shrug, “Anyway, there are some files my friend and I here need to take a look at. Mind if we mosey on back there?”
  The man takes a disdainful glance at Roxas, but doesn't seem terribly perturbed by him. Roxas wonders if the guy knows he really has no choice either way because of Sora’s glamor.
  “If he’s with you, I’ll trust him.”
  “There’s one more thing—”
  The man turns his head away, laughing, “Yeah, I got you. I swear I won't tell anyone you’re here if you don’t tell anyone I let an unauthorized person in here!”
  Sora smiles, “Thanks, man.”
  The guy hits a buzzer, and the metallic chunk! of a lock sounds from a door on their left. They venture through it into a library: half of it is filled with shelves stuffed with old paper documents, and the other half is made up of sleek-looking metal towers. Roxas goes to examine a particularly overflowing shelf.
  “I can’t believe they have this much paper in one place.”
“Pretty low-tech, huh?” Sora replies, moving toward the metallic towers. “Can't rely too much on computers for everything, after all.” Just then, he stops and turns toward the mortal. He gives himself a second to observe his companion respectfully keeping his hands behind his back as he glances over the documents. Sora can sense the tension in the room, and detects the worry Roxas is very poorly trying to hide from his features. Finally, it’s time for Sora to ask the question that's been burning inside of him, and he’s certain the other man is anticipating this. “Roxas... who are we looking for?”
  Fully turning to him, Roxas makes eye contact for perhaps the thousandth time since they’ve known each other and, after a hard swallow, responds. “My mom. She brought my older brother here a long time ago. She’s…” He shifts his gaze to the floor. “She died in this city.”
  Sora’s heart drops, and he pulls Roxas in for a tight hug without another word. At first the blond is confused and a little taken aback, but after a moment he welcomes the embrace. He finds it incredibly comforting to have silence instead of verbal condolences in a moment like this. Sora strokes his hair and he lets out a sighs of appreciation.
  Maybe it was destiny that brought them there, or maybe their paths just happened to cross as a strange coincidence. Who knows if the stars aligned, or the wind brought them whispers of their fate, or the universe’s natural order of chaos swept them into that embrace. No matter what it was, Sora realizes, he simply wants to help Roxas in whatever way he can. He knows more than anyone else how cruel and unfair this world is. Of the millions of piteous inhabitants on it, here is Roxas: a man whose origins are a mystery to Sora, yet he feels compelled to support him. It was as if Eris, or maybe Aphrodite, herself descended Mount Olympus to make sure they found one another. He decides right then that he’ll stop questioning himself and, no matter how cheesy it sounds to anyone, trust his heart.
  When Sora finally pulls away, he quietly asks, “What’s your last name?”
  “Highwind. Spelled just like it sounds.”
  Tapping his chin, Sora says it out loud, delicately stressing the syllables, “Roxas Highwind… a cool name for a cool dude.”
  The vampire shoots him a silly grin, and Roxas can’t help but smile at the purposeful lameness of the compliment. Turning away, Sora approaches one of the towers and presses a finger to it’s surface, causing a bluish holoscreen to materialize. He begins to swipe his fingers around the screen with ease, occasionally making inquisitive noises as he searches. Silently, Roxas watches the display flicker with life, his teeth clenched tight in his mouth.
  “Nothing for Highwind… do you know your mother’s maiden name?”
  “Gainsborough.” He spells the name aloud as Sora scribes.
  It only takes a moment longer for the vampire to finally pull something up, and a heavy feeling settles in Roxas’ chest when he sees the discovery. It’s an identification card with a picture of his mother, and against the blue tint of the holoscreen her green eyes look incredibly striking. Roxas moves toward the device and gazes at her, his throat feeling tighter the closer he gets to the display. The only photo he has of her is in his keepsake box, and in it she’s so young. In this image, she has aged considerably and looks weary… yet also somewhat bright. He can almost see her cheerful demeanor through the photograph, the start of a new chapter creating hope in her distressed features.
  Breaking the silence, Sora asks, “What happened to her?”
  “I don’t know,” Roxas responds, “I never got to find out.”
  Frowning, Sora starts busying himself with the display again; the image of Aerith vanishes behind a cloud of text boxes as he digs through various files. Finally, he opens a box labeled Death Certificate and Roxas can’t help but cringe. They skim the information, and Sora taps a file at the end of the text reading Coroner’s Report . The form fills the screen and they read the text.
  External Injuries… significant bruising… lacerations… impaled through the chest… Internal Injuries… blood in lungs… heart removed… brain removed…
  Roxas shudders, his eyes flicking to the humanoid diagram on the form in disbelief. The labeled circles on the illustration confirm the massive, unimaginable damage. Sora scrolls down and they read onward.
  Medical Diagnosis… homicide… cause of death: harvested organs… Notes… signs of struggle… body brutalized…
  At the end of the report is a button labeled Police Report. Hastily, Sora opens the file and a screen asking for a login pops up. He only has to think for a second before entering a complex series of numbers and letters, leading them to a new screen with a photo gallery.
  Suddenly, there’s blood... and it’s everywhere .
  Though the image files are small, the flash of the camera has made the most gruesome aspects of the crime scene clearly visible. Sora curses himself for his impatience and hurriedly taps away to a different screen, hoping Roxas didn’t see too much.
  Meanwhile, it takes Roxas’ brain a moment to register the few seconds of horror, and when he does, he feels the color wash from his face. His stomach turns and he has to gulp back bile. There was so much reddish-blackish blood in the images, he almost wasn’t sure there was even a body there. Upon reflection, he can recall glimpsing the matting of his mother’s once silky hair in one photo, and the gaping hole in her chest in another… there’s probably a picture of her lifeless green eyes in that gallery somewhere, and it’s easy for his mind to imagine them now. Before his psyche has a chance to descend further into morbidity, Sora is hugging him again, much tighter than before.
  “I’m so sorry, Roxas… I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have opened that so fast. I didn’t realize those pictures would come up that easily… are you okay?” Roxas is still for a moment, comforted once more by Sora’s embrace, and desperately trying to will numbness into himself. He has to see this through, no matter what happens and no matter what horrendous things he discovers. Remaining silent, he nods into Sora’s shoulder. “Are you absolutely sure?” He nods again, more quickly this time. Reluctantly, Sora pulls away and, after stroking Roxas’ cheek with his thumb, turns back to the screen. He very warily checks the next pages of documents, being careful not to accidentally pull up any more disturbing material. After scanning a few texts, Sora asks, “Do you know a... Zack Fair?”
  Roxas shakes his head “I've never heard of him.”
  “Apparently he filed a missing person’s report and identified the body once it was discovered.”
  “Does it say anything about my brother? His name is Cloud.”
  Sora goes back to tapping, and eventually a large file appears on the screen. “It looks like he entered the city with the name Highwind, unlike your mom, but changed it later. Let me try and find the paperwork…”
  Roxas feels another wave of apprehension wash over him as he watches the vampire go back to work on the screen. He finally has answers, but it also opens so many more questions for him… just like Sora was saying to him last night. His gut is on fire with uncertainty as his head spins with the possibilities, with the ambivalence of the situation. On the edge of crying out in grief, he focuses on the screen in a desperate attempt to try and dull the noise in his head.
  Just then, a hand clamps over his mouth and an arm comes around to grab him across the torso. He barely registers the crushing squeeze before it is already happening, and he begins screaming and thrashing to no avail. Sora hears the muffled sounds and turns, only to go pale in the face
  “Hi, Sora.” An icy voice bites out from above, “It's been a minute, huh?”
  In response, Sora chews his lip. “Hi Riku. Long time no see? Haha…”
  Riku? That’s…
  Roxas’ eyes go wide. With all his might, he frees his arm to whip his elbow back into his captor’s side—but instead of melding into flesh, the action sends a shock up his funny bone. Riku barely flinches while Roxas yelps against the taller man’s hand in surprise. It’s like trying to jab a brick wall.
  “I'm guessing you don't want to let go of my boyfriend there.” Sora says, carefully.
  Roxas is too busy struggling and panicking to notice the boyfriend comment, and Riku scoffs. “Seeing as he’s your biggest fixation right now—hey, stop that, I'm not letting go, alright?—maybe he and I could convince you to come talk to the King.”
  “You know the Organization wouldn't appreciate it if you kidnap one of their own. Am I really worth that much to you?”
  Roxas slams his foot down on Riku’s toes, to which the werewolf sighs in response. He re-adjusts his grip to wrap his arm around the blond’s neck in a vice.
  “Would you give it up alre—”
  A blast of light explodes from Riku’s arm and he screams in pain as the room suddenly fills with the ghastly smell of cooked meat. He crumples to the floor, and they see the flesh of his forearm bubbling with blood: the skin is freshly seared off, and still steaming.
  The mortal and the vampire share a look of shock, before Roxas turns and dashes to the exit with Sora on his heels. Glancing back once, Roxas unintentionally makes eye contact with Riku, and the inhuman seafoam eyes once again pierce him down to his soul. On their way out of the bureau building, Sora makes sure to shoot a menacing glare at the front desk person, who looks like he was mid-scramble to punch the lock buzzer and halt their escape.
  They hit the street and zig-zag through the crowd on the sidewalk, Sora touching people’s shoulders as he passes them to spread his scent around. The rumbling sound of a trolley approaches them from behind, and once it begins to pass them, Sora snags one of the back poles and jumps onto it. In one fluid motion, he grabs Roxas’s hand and pulls him onboard too. Bystanders fuss over the scene, and the people in the tram car also begin to mutter once the men’s presence is known. After the two catch their breath, they grin stupidly at each other and start to laugh.
  Roxas exclaims, “These last three days have been the scariest of my life!”
  Sora replies, leaning his head against the pole, “If you keep hanging out with me, I promise they'll get even scarier.” He rolls his eyes, “Can’t believe that asshole ratted on us… I knew I should’ve just glamored him right away. I guess it worked out, though? What was that blast back there, anyway?”
  Roxas shakes his head, “I have no idea. There was a flash of light and—”
  “Oh shit,” Sora interjects, visibly wincing, “Sorry to interrupt, but… you’ve got a lot of blood on you.” He motions to the splatters staining Roxas’ neck and upper torso.
  Roxas grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it outward to get a better look. “Oh fuck ! How am I going to explain this to Axel?!”
  After some consideration and Roxas verbalizing his anxiety using a series of expletives, Sora has an idea. He suggests they go back to his hotel so Roxas can shower, maybe get his clothes washed, and they can figure out what to do from there. At this point Roxas is so rattled that he doesn't really care about the idea of being alone with Sora in a hotel room, so he simply nods in agreement. They both pull out their phones, Roxas to text Axel and Sora to find them a ride.
  After the vampire taps around for a moment, he pauses once to glance at the ticker inside the vehicle announcing the tram’s destination. He notices the people inside are still gawking at them, though the conductor seems nonplussed about the intrusion. He gives a little wave to the onlookers and most of them turn away in embarrassment. Meanwhile, Roxas writes and rewrites an unsent text to Axel, trying to come up with something doesn't sound very suspicious.
  [I’ll be late coming home! Everything is okay, I promise!!!!!]
  Too obvious…
  [Gon out! Backson! Bisey, Backson!]
  Whoops! Typed that one a little too fast.
  After some scrutinization, he finally nails the perfect text:
  [Out for a bite. I'll be home pretty late.]
  On his way to pocket his phone, he feels it buzz with a quick reply.
  [WHO’S out for a bite?!?!!??! (OoO ) jk jk. But tell fang face I’ll set him on fire if he doesn’t make sure you’re safe GIM?]
  He chuckles.
  [lol okay. Thanks. Love ya!]
  Some time later, the tram car rattles to a stop and the men hop off. They wait on the busy sidewalk for a few moments in silence before a black car rolls up, it’s windshield adorned with a glowing blue disc emblem. Sora waves to the SolurSaylr and beckons Roxas to get in with him in the back. At first the driver is shocked at Roxas’s appearance, but Sora quickly makes eye contact: telling him everything is fine, to take them to the address, and to forget what he saw. At the hotel, they skitter over to the elevators as fast as possible and fortunately don't gather any other riders on their way up. They hurry down the hall and slip into the room as soon as Sora unlocks the door with his keycard.
  Out of sight from any possible onlookers, Roxas finally relaxes a little and takes in the hotel room, which is actually very nice. There’s a queen-sized bed, massive windows with parted red drapes, impeccably clean carpeting, two ornate armchairs sitting around a coffee table, and a big cabinet beneath a large holo-TV, which is displaying the time.
  “Sweet digs,” Roxas comments as he drops his backpack onto the floor, “Did you get your special mind-control rate or…?”
  Sora laughs, “Don’t worry about it, it’s an odd story. Go ahead and get in the shower so we can wash your clothes before the blood cakes up.” He picks up the room phone, presumably to call for laundry service.
  Nodding, Roxas glances around to see an ajar door next to the room’s entrance. He enters the bathroom to see it is also pretty fancy. There’s a big tub sitting beside a shower stall, the toilet is in a separate nook behind a door, and there’s a massive mirror on the center wall with a marble-looking sink attached. He takes a closer look at himself in the mirror only to be somewhat appalled, as a good section of his upper body is spattered with blood. He quickly removes his hoodie before gingerly pulling off his shirt, the cool silver of his necklace hitting his skin, when suddenly a cloud of vapor violently erupts before his eyes. He yelps and calls to Sora, who comes rushing in.
  “What is it? Are you okay?!”
  “I just took my shirt off, and my necklace…” He carefully lifts it and notices the spot it was touching is now clear of blood in a perfect X shape. He touches the corner of the silver to more blood, causing a puff of smoke to emerge again.
  Sora quickly steps to him and grasps the necklace. Could that be why Riku was injured so suddenly? “Even pure silver doesn’t burn lycanthropes that badly… this has to be enchanted. Family heirloom right?”
  “Yeah, my mom gave it to me.”
  “Looks like there’s a bigger mystery here than we thought.” He looks Roxas in the eyes for a moment, as if searching for something. He gently lifts the necklace off and places it down by the sink. “I’ll let you shower. There’s a lot we need to talk about before we keep moving forward.”
  As he leaves he takes the bloodied clothes, and Roxas finds himself in a mild state of shock as he’s not sure himself how to proceed. Numbly, he begins to run the shower before removing the rest of his apparel. Once the water reaches a suitable temperature, he gets in. He starts by rinsing his neck, watching the pink water swirl down the drain with unease and fascination. There’s a very unreal feeling to being where he is, where all these events have been quickly funneled into his life. It never really dawned on him until recently that this is, indeed, his new reality. The truth is suddenly breaking through the winter's ice like vengeful spring flowers. Who killed his mother? There’s gotta be a way to find more information. Who’s Zack? Where is his brother? Who killed his mom? There’s no way they’ll get anything else from the census bureau now that they know Sora needs something from there. Who killed his mom? Who else could they ask for help? Who killed his mom? WHO KILLED HER? WHY?
  Unable to hold back the tears, he allows himself to quietly cry. Her cold, dead body lying on the ground… impaled through the chest, the brain and heart gone, like someone was trying to dissect a zombie. Except it was his mom, skewered and flayed like a piece of meat. He can feel himself retching, but chokes on the lump in his throat when nothing comes out.
  Why?
  Once the last of the blood has washed away, he steps out of the shower and hurriedly towels himself off. Roxas takes a long look in the mirror, studying his reflection as if he doesn't recognize his own face… and it's true. He isn't the same person anymore. No… it's not that… he doesn't want to be the same. He wants to be stronger, to be able to protect himself for once instead of relying on everyone else. Even the best kickboxing lessons in the world can’t prepare him for what could be skulking in the shadows, for what possible threats lie outside of his current bubble. He couldn't defend himself from Sora at first, or Riku…
  ...and not Seifer either.
  His jaw hurts from clenching his teeth so hard, and his fingers are biting into his flesh from balling his fists so tightly. He slings the towel to hang loosely around his waist and leaves the bathroom, refusing to look at the spotless necklace on his way out.
  He peeks out to the bedroom and casts his eyes toward Sora, who is sitting on the bed facing away from him, on his phone. The shirt and hoodie are nowhere in sight.
  A thought crosses Roxas’ mind: Should I tell him about Twilight Town?
  For some odd reason the idea terrifies him, and he can't pinpoint why. Here is this immortal being that has seen over 200 years of strange shit and yet Roxas is uncomfortable sharing his past troubles. Not to mention Sora has already given him a pretty detailed autobiography of said strange shit, which makes his own baggage seem scant in comparison. So why does Roxas feel this way?
  He thinks about the life he left behind: the hopes, the dreams, the fear. His longing for Seifer, his lust for Hayner, his love for Pence, the hatred of his father, the abandonment of his mother, the missing space of his brother, the cruel townsfolk, the violation of his body and spirit… his heart throbs with the weight of grief. All of it, every shred of agony, should be gone now in this new life, and he is more ready than ever to throw away all that might remain. Recounting certain events from his past out loud means admitting they happened, and that they ruined his life… which is not something he’s ready to do just yet.
  The only way to confront what’s bygone is to become stronger… and that’s something he has to do on his own.
  Roxas fully steps out of the bathroom and approaches Sora, who perks up when he hears feet padding across the carpet. The vampire turns his body to face the blond, smiling initially—but when he sees the grim look on Roxas’ face, he grows outwardly concerned.
  “Roxas?” He says, standing up. There's no need to inquire as to why his companion is unsettled, that much is obvious, but he also isn't quite sure what to say. Consolation is not the strongest skill he possesses, but he hopes his empathy is apparent enough to make up for it.
  They stand there, and Roxas swears to himself that those whirlpool eyes are spinning. He watches as those nebulas twirl distantly behind Sora’s irises, and just wants something to feel right. Anything.
  So he leans forward and kisses Sora. He grips the front of the vampires shirt and pulls him forward, melding their lips together harder, faster. It dawns on him that this is the first time in his life that he has kissed someone first . It’s finally his turn to be the aggressor.
  Help me forget. Roxas thinks, Help me become a new person.
  He sneaks a hand under the edge of the brunet’s shirt and moves it up to feel Sora’s torso, his fingers gliding along toned flesh. Sora runs his hands across Roxas’ still-damp back and pulls him closer. Breaking away for just a second, Roxas pulls off Sora’s shirt and presses his weight into the other man to push him down onto the bed. Roxas moves forward to continue kissing Sora, straddling the man’s waist as he does so, before moving his hands to undo the vampire’s pants.
  Sora pulls away, letting himself fall back onto the bed. “Wait, wait… Are you sure?”
  There's no hesitation in Roxas’ reply: “Yes.” He’s never been more sure of anything in his entire life. “I want you.”
  They sit perfectly still for a moment, a statue of uncertainty and certainty sitting upon a hotel bed. Sora wonders for a long moment if Roxas does actually want this, or if his grief is pushing him to behave erratically. And he’s right on both counts: unbeknownst to him, Roxas’ heart is full of numbness and agony, passion and pain, hate and love. His pale hands are paralyzed on Sora’s pants in mid-unbuttoning, as if he’s waiting for the vampire to encourage him onward. His tear-swollen eyes go from determined to pleading, and Sora can see desperate desire within them… but he doesn’t know if it’s there for the right reasons.
  So, Sora asks, “Why now? Why this soon?”
  He doesn’t expect the reply to come so readily, “Everything I want is out of reach… except for you.” Roxas smiles, “I’m tired of wasting time I might not have. Dilly dally, shilly shally.”
  Though the tone is wavering, Sora can hear the assurance in Roxas’ voice. He should probably ask Roxas to give him every detail, to tell him every reason he’s come to this place before anything else happens… but when he sees the tears start to slide down the mortal’s cheeks, all logic dies a hasty death in his mind. He pulls Roxas down toward him to capture his lips, wiping the tears away as they tenderly kiss. Roxas’ hands resume working the button on Sora’s pants, and he begins to slide them down off Sora hips. After the vampire kicks his shoes and socks off, he lifts himself up as best as he can to help aid the removal process. His pants slip onto the floor, leaving only his boxers, which Roxas sits atop. It is right then when Roxas notices how bare he is, as the towel has almost completely fallen off and is just barely covering his crotch. He’s stuck for a moment, realizing that if he goes to take off Sora’s boxers the towel will come off for sure and he’ll be completely exposed. As he deliberates, he hopes Sora doesn’t pick up on his sudden embarrassment… but the vampire already has.
  After putting his hands on Roxas’ knees, Sora begins to sensually run them up Roxas’ thighs, slipping his fingers underneath the minimal covering of the towel. The action gives Roxas goosebumps, and he feels himself yearning for what’s next.
  “Please be honest, Roxas…” Sora smiles politely, “Will this be your first time?” After their date last night, he figured this was a fair enough guess.
  Roxas’s eyes flick away for a split second, and he knows Sora notices. “Yes.” And he's not lying, because the awful thing that happened in Twilight Town doesn't truly count for him… and he knows it shouldn’t, either. “I've had plenty of… experience. But this would be my first time actually having sex.”
  Sora slides one hand all the way up Roxas’ pale torso, while his other hand tugs the towel away to fully expose the blond. Roxas tries not to make a sound in response, and he can’t help averting his gaze while Sora takes the sight of him in. Distantly, Roxas remembers the vampire remembers everything  he sees, and he moves his hand to cover part of his blushing face.
  “You are gorgeous ,” Sora purrs... and he means it too. Roxas looks like a dream: his creamy skin is so incredibly soft, and dotted irregularly by a handful of perfect-imperfect freckles. The vampire’s eyes trail down to the minimal happy trail that ends in a small blond tuft above Roxas’ groin. Sora grips a thigh with one hand and runs the thumb of his other one over Roxas’ nipple, causing the mortal to shudder and his softened dick to twinge. Seeing this, Sora can feel a little jolt through his own cock below. He pulls Roxas down into him while simultaneously grinding up, feeling himself hardening beneath the fabric that divides them. He’s considering his next move when Roxas suddenly pulls himself off; he goes to kneel where Sora’s legs hang off the bed before grabbing the waistband of the boxers and yanking them all the way off with a swift tug. Roxas takes in the sight of Sora’s exposed manhood, visibly balking a little, and Sora hopes his size isn’t too intimidating for the mortal’s inexperience.
  Meanwhile, Roxas is worrying about whether or not he’ll be able to comfortably take his half-hard companion, as the length and girth are noticeably impressive even when he isn’t fully erect. Realizing he’s been staring awkwardly for a little longer than necessary, he decides to embolden himself and carry on with his task. He wills away his shyness and grips Sora’s dick: lowering his lips to take the head into his mouth, carefully working it with his tongue as he does. With each tease of the tongue, he moves his mouth down the length a little further and further, feeling the organ get a tad more stiff with each movement. Before he knows it, he somehow has most of the now-erect shaft in his mouth and can feel it poking the back of his throat. Using the hand gripping the remainder of the length, he strokes it as his head carefully bobs up and down. He gags a few times, tears stinging his eyes slightly when it happens, but it doesn’t bother him too much.
  After a moment or two, he pops the shaft out of his mouth to run his tongue along the underside, up toward the tip. He opens his eyes and catches the sight of Sora propped up on his elbows, looking down at him, face flushed and fangs just barely visible through his panting, parted lips. Almost immediately, Roxas feels himself slowing down as the heat of embarrassment rushes into his cheeks for the upteenth time. A little distracted by the arousing spectacle, he finds he isn’t quite sure what to do next. So, he pops the tip back into his mouth and begins sucking and licking the head, his hand simultaneously working the full length of the shaft. He maintains eye contact, unable to tear his gaze away from Sora’s interesting state of weakness. Curious, he moves his other hand to gently cup and massage Sora’s balls, delighting in seeing the vampire toss his head back to groan.
  After a few moments of experimental stimulation, he hears Sora mutter, “You said you have experience, but I didn’t realize you were actually a pornstar.”
  Roxas takes his lips off Sora’s cock and chuckles, “That’s quite the compliment.”
  Shifting his weight, Sora motions him back up, “Come here.”
  Blinking, Roxas lets go and crawls back up onto Sora, who pulls him in for another kiss. He feels himself being lifted, then flipped over to where Sora is on top and his head is now lying comfortably on a pillow. The vampire’s lips are upon him again, and Roxas can feel Sora’s dick, slick with spit, brushing his own erection; he can’t help but involuntarily flinch.
  “What?” Sora purrs again, rubbing them together once more and enjoying the sensation, “Doesn’t this feel nice?” He licks along Roxas’ lower lip.
  Wondering if his face can get any hotter, Roxas responds, “I’m just… you know.”
  “Yeah,” Sora whispers, reaching between them to grip Roxas’ member, which causes him to gasp. “I know.” The blond groans as Sora strokes him at a quick pace. “Do you need me to finger you at all?” A little lost in the feeling of the vampire jerking him off, Roxas only shakes his head in response. “Okay. Give me one second.” The vampire removes himself then, much to Roxas’ discontent. The blond instinctively wants to reach down and touch himself to make up for the lost contact, but he finds himself a little too self-conscious about it for now. He observes as Sora peeks inside the cabinet adjacent to the bed, which holds a mini bar and an assortment of colorful goodies. “I swear I saw it in here somewhere… aha!” He pulls out a nice-looking box that he wastes no time in ripping open. Roxas is about to inquire about the contents when he sees Sora remove several condoms and a travel-sized bottle of lube.
  He can’t help but laugh, “I have never heard of a hotel keeping condoms with the mini-bar!”
  “Convenient, right?” Sora tosses all but one condom and the lube onto the nightstand. He positions himself back between Roxas’ legs, tearing open the fancy-looking wrapper of a condom with his teeth. For some reason, Roxas finds the action incredibly sexy.
  After Sora very aptly rolls the condom on, the vampire dips down to kiss Roxas again. The blond rests his hands on the back of Sora’s neck, parting his lips and welcoming his companion’s tongue. He can hear the lube bottle cracking open, listens to the sound of Sora slicking himself up, and his heart is suddenly pounding in his ears. Fingers circle his entrance, and he practically melts against the warming contact. Then, the fingers are gone, and Roxas feels Sora pressing into him; trusting the vampire, he wills himself to relax instead of tensing up. Thinking quickly, Sora uses the discarded towel to wipe the lube off his hand without breaking the kiss. Their tongues slide together while one of the vampire’s hands slides along Roxas flank, his other hand gently gripping the mortal’s hip for leverage. Roxas’ lip is bitten as Sora eases the tip into him, the brunet pushing forward at a gentle, comfortable rate. At first he is worried Sora’s size might be be painful, but before he knows it, Sora is fully inside him and thrusting at a careful, slow pace. It was almost… a little too perfect, actually. Blinking his eyes open, he notices then that the vampire is watching him very intently as he moves; just now figuring out that Sora probably has immeasurable experience with this sort of thing. There’s nothing to worry about.
  Sora notices Roxas’ expression and checks in with him. “Feeling alright?”
  “I’m fine, just… impressed.” In any other circumstance he would be intimidated due to his own lack of experience, but he realizes this is actually the best-case scenario for him. He lets himself relax, enjoying the tender motion as Sora eases in and out of him.
  “Don’t hesitate to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”
  Roxas nods, letting his eyes close once more. It’s a pretty lovely feeling, and after a little while Roxas finds himself noncommittally whispering, “Faster.” Sora is about to ask him if he’s sure, but decides it’s pretty unnecessary at this point. So, he smirks, and begins to rock his hips at a quicker pace. A little shock of pleasure rushes up Roxas’ spine, and he gasps, “Harder…!”
  Sora obeys, now bucking at a fervent pace. Roxas grips onto Sora’s shoulders, fingernails digging into the flesh, as the pleasure hits him in waves. Without thinking about it, he’s reaching between them to stroke his throbbing cock, which is now leaking precum down his shaft; doing his best to pump in time to Sora’s thrusts. Sora delights in the noises Roxas makes, the little whines and whimpers that pass his soft, bruised lips. Roxas feels a prickling sensation, and immediately recognizes it as an oncoming orgasm.
  This fast? Fucking damn it, I really am a damn virgin… I don’t want to come this soon—! Roxas shouts, “Slower! Slower… please, I’m about to…!” Suddenly, Sora fully leans back and comes to a complete stop, moving Roxas’ hand out of the way to grab the blond’s cock himself. The sudden loss of pleasure makes him whine in torment, and he can’t help but look at Sora with pleading eyes… but the vampire just smiles down upon him like he’s hiding the most lascivious of secrets.
  “Trust me,” Sora whispers, and Roxas does. They stay like that for a moment, the sensation of near-orgasm is just beginning to fade when Sora begins to carefully, steadily, pump his companion’s shaft. Roxas tosses his head back against the pillow, gasping at the motion. Slowly, Sora starts to glide his cock in and out, shifting to poise himself at a slightly different angle every time. Noticing this, Roxas begins to wonder why… right up until the vampire finds his prostate. His eyes roll back into his head.
  There it is. Sora grins widely at the reaction, continuing to fuck Roxas from that angle so he brushes the prostate with each thrust.
  Roxas isn’t sure how, but Sora is managing to keep him completely on edge even though, by all means, he should have exploded all over himself by now. He’s completely blown away by the finess, and also overjoyed to be fully at the vampire’s mercy. A few moments of desperation later, and Sora halts his movements again.
  Roxas doesn’t expect himself to cry out, “Please! Sora, please... ” and Sora giggles at him from above, delighted to hear his name coming so wantonly from the blond’s lips.
  “Hold on, Roxas. We’re not done yet.”
  He releases Roxas’ cock, much to the man’s chagrin, and leans back down to kiss him softly. Roxas runs his fingers through the vampires’ hair, pulling him deeper into his lips. They kiss for long enough that Roxas can feel his dick becoming a little soft from the lack of attention. Sora is also still buried inside him, and when he realizes it, he pulls back from the brunet’s mouth.
  “Is your plan just to stay balls deep inside me, or are you going to… you know… fuck me?”
  “Oh… is that what you want?” Sora makes eye contact with Roxas, and when he hears the vampire’s voice, the plan becomes clear. “Beg me to fuck you, Roxas.”
  Feeling the rush of sugary bliss explode in his brain from the glamor, Roxas gasps out, “Fuck me, Sora.”
  The vampire pulls his length almost completely out, and Roxas whines. “Say it louder, and tell me what you really want.” Sora’s voice elicits another blast of syrupy sweetness inside Roxas’ skull.
  “Please, fuck me!” Roxas cries, “Sora, I want you to fuck me, and bite me …!”
  Sora grins at him with those elongated canines, and Roxas finds himself salivating at the sight of them.
  “As you wish.”
  Sora plunges himself back into Roxas before bucking his hips in a steady, heated rhythm. His cock slicks in and out of Roxas’ ass with ease, and the mortal groans; slanting his hips so Sora can pleasure him deeper. Gripping Roxas’ chin, Sora tilts Roxas’ head to the side and starts to lick and suck on the exposed neck. The action sends ticklish chills through the blond, and he feels his cock throb between them in delight. He grabs back onto it, stroking it intensely as Sora fucks him. Teeth aggressively scrape his skin, and finally, finally, finally ... they pierce his flesh. The pain sends a shock through his body: his hole involuntarily constricts around Sora’s cock, and the vampire groans at the new tightness gripping his member. A massive amount of precum comes dripping out of Roxas’ erection, his eyes roll back again, his jaw slackens, and his tongue lolls out of his mouth. It’s all too much… this is better than anything he could have ever hoped for or dreamed of.
  Sora removes his fangs to suck from the fresh wounds languidly. The long-awaited blood fills his mouth, sweet and infinitely satisfying, and he moans audibly against Roxas’ neck. Infatuated with the taste, he can barely maintain keeping his pace and lapping up the blood at the same time. His thrusts slow down, and he sucks harder, desperate for more, as Roxas starts gripping a fistfull of the vampire’s hair. He drinks and drinks, carnal hunger muddying his thoughts and shifting his focus to a dangerous place… so, with great effort, he rips himself away from the tangy nectar. He leans back far enough to look at Roxas’ face, which is lost in ecstacy. Blood drips from Sora’s lips, down his chin, and he licks it from his teeth. When Roxas notices this, the fascination becomes apparent in his lusty gaze, and somehow this pushes Sora nearly to his limit.
  “Tell me when you’re about to come,” He says between breaths, bringing his pace back up to it’s previous fervor and angling himself to hit Roxas’ prostate with expert precision.
  “Kiss me more,” Roxas begs, and Sora wastes no time in doing so.
  Their lips meet, and the blood tastes bitter in Roxas’ mouth. He laps it from Sora’s lips anyway, cock twitching in his grasp from the eroticism of it all. Once more, a prickling sensation creeps up through his erection as his tongue slides over Sora’s fangs.
  “I’m coming,” He gasps, and within seconds the feeling is crashing over him, almost painfully so. His mind goes blank, and he isn’t sure if he’s screaming or moaning or both somehow… but his cum is pooling on his stomach and with each stroke he feels more and more adrift.
  Roxas’ words allow Sora to let himself go, too, and the pleasure shoots through him as he unloads inside the mortal. He does his best to keep his eyes open, as the look of pure ecstasy on Roxas’ face makes his own orgasm that much more intense. When the last of the waves has diminished, his limbs give out and he collapses on the blond; his head laying upon Roxas’ shoulder, extremely satisfied.
  They lay like that for a second, lungs searching for air, bodies limp, completely and utterly dazed. Roxas’ sweat-slicked chest begins shuddering with giggles, and not knowing why, Sora starts to giggle too.
  “Was that a decent first time?” But Roxas just keeps giggling. With great effort, he lifts his head slightly to look up at the blond. “...Roxas?”
  “Hm? Were you talking to me?”
  “I asked if this was good for your first time.” Sora chuckles at himself. “Maybe like, the greatest first time of your life?”
  “Oh,” Roxas responds, then he starts laughing harder. “Sorry, I just have no words. I’m not sure if a simple ‘yes’ will suffice... and you called me the pornstar?”
  “Fair enough,” Grinning, Sora decides to count it as a major victory and musters up some strength to roll off so he can remove the condom. He ties it off, and lobs it in the general direction of the room’s wastebasket.
  Staring at the ceiling, Roxas dazedly paws around for the towel; somehow he manages to grab it without looking and uses it to wipe off his chest and stomach. When he’s done, Sora wordlessly takes it from him to wipe off the cum that managed to get on him too. Roxas cuddles up to Sora afterwards, wrapping his arms around the vampire’s shoulders and snuggling his face into his neck like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Sora responds by curling his arms around the mortal and pulling their bodies flush together. Roxas’ bite wounds are still leaking blood, and the scent entices Sora… but he finds himself too comfortable and far too lazy to do anything about it.
  They lay cuddled up for what feels like eons, Sora gently stroking Roxas’ back as the blond breathes softly into Sora’s neck. Roxas’ body is caught between a paradox of being tired enough to fall asleep but cognizant enough to stay awake, so he accepts his fate and lets his mind wander nowhere in particular.
  Once the haze clears, it seems like ages have gone by when Sora says, “Hey Roxas,” and the blond responds with a little noise to let his companion know he’s listening. “This is... maybe not the greatest pillow talk but… I’m really curious to know why you came to Dusk City, and how you became part of the Organization.” He gives the mortal a squeeze, “Actually, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to… again, not the best time to bring it up, I know.”
  However, Roxas wonders if there will ever really be a good time to. He’s been asking Sora for all of this help, and yet he’s barely been giving him much of a reason for any of it. There’s no real excuse to keep parts of it secret anymore. Sora deserves to know at least some of his story by now.
  “You know, I honestly don’t know where to start,” Roxas says, “I guess… hm. Well, I grew up in Twilight Town, which is this quaint little place full of all these fucking assholes…” and he tells Sora all about the horrible painted town. He talks about his dysfunctional family life, including his mother running away with his brother and leaving him behind. He explains that his mother’s death triggered the many-year plan to start a new life in Dusk City. He talks about how he ran into Axel by chance one day, landing himself a job and living situation. Uncomfortable with discussing his friends and the disciplinary committee’s head douchebag, he decides to skirt around that part of the story. Unbeknownst to him, Sora can sense the vagueness there in comparison to the rest of the retelling; Roxas’ comments on The Tonic’s balcony last night start to have a more developed meaning because of it. He decides not to push it, instead choosing to inquire in more detail about something else.
  “So, the last piece of the puzzle is your brother, right? If we find him, we can start to solve the rest of this mystery.”
  The word “we” settles on Roxas’ consciousness, and he can’t help but smile gratefully at the notion. It feels good to have such an intimate ally in this strange quest of his. “Yeah, I mean… if you’re willing to stick it out with me. I’m not sure where to go from here. I already asked Axel a long time ago if the organization keeps information like that, but it’s not in their jurisdiction, or whatever.”
  No… Sora responds in his head, but it’s still in the coven’s area of expertise.
  Although Sora was hoping it didn’t have to come to this, he supposes it really can’t be helped at this point. He’s been on the run for far longer than he thought was possible, all because he wanted to avoid a dreadful conversation like some kind of petulant child. He was desperate to carve his own path, not realizing he had dug himself into a rut instead. At least he’s pulling himself out said rut for a good reason. After all, he’s eternally indebted to Roxas, and the mortal truly does need his help. It’s simply impossible for him refuse. If he has to do this for any reason, then doing it for Roxas is better than any he can imagine. He can’t help but find it peculiar to be putting himself in such an aggravating position for a man he’s known hardly more than the average acquaintance. However, his heart hasn’t been wrong in guiding him so far.
  He glances out the window to see the city alight in the dark of the night and, ironically, it dawns on him what exactly is happening. Right at this exact moment, he feels the shifting tide of destiny pulling him to his next adventure. Sand in the waves. Driftwood on the shore.
  “I know what to do.”
  Curious, Roxas sits up on his elbows so he can peer down at Sora hopefully, “You do?”
  “Yep.” Solemnly, Sora nods, then gives the blond a pained smile, “I’ll go to the coven directly and find out where your brother is myself!”
Exeunt
A/N: Really fast, there’s a new poll on my FFN author bio and deviantArt. Please check it out if you have a sec!
Holy fuck, we finally made it to the gratuitous smut! Thank you, thank you! This is officially the longest chapter of The Night . Whew! That was probably way more work than was necessary, but I promised you all a good chapter, damn it! Please let me know if you enjoyed it!
Also I would like to apologize if Roxas’ fantasies of Seifer are a little uncomfortable considering what happened. However, my hope is that this chapter reveals more depth to Roxas’ psyche, showing a reflection of how his mind copes with trauma. It’s a terrible thing, but often our consciousness tries to handle psychological damage by confronting it in a way that almost normalizes it, which is why you often find victims of assault blaming themselves for their aggressor’s actions when they shouldn’t. If you’d like more information, please visit my author profile and look under Additional Resources . If you’ve experienced trauma, never be afraid to reach out! I promise someone out there is willing to help you!
I would also like to say how blown away I am with how many people correctly guessed who Roxas’ parents are, AND that Riku was gonna try and nab Roxas at some point. You guys are on top of it! I’m gonna have to adjust the story a bit as I go to tweak with the predictability, but I’m loving this attention to detail.
Hmmm… I wonder what Cloud is up to…
References and Inspirations
- I was trying so hard to make the sex and masturbations scenes as real as possible, but being a female that has only had experience with other men and women, I was worried I’d fuck it up horribly. So I made sure to do extensive research on the matter, for your viewing pleasure! Massive thank you to Slasher’s Guide to Gay Sex for being clear and concise about the lovely intricacies of, well, gay sex. Also thank you to the awesome men of Reddit for similar reasons.
- My favorite visual novel (right next to Katawa Shoujo, and now Doki Doki Literature Club), DRAMAtical Murder, also helped me work up quite a bit of inspiration. You might be able to tell in the beginning…
- Like “Glamor”, “Fang-Banger” comes from True Blood, which used to be one of my favorite vampire franchises.
- Yes, many hotels do actually have those little kits in the mini-bar, ESPECIALLY in Las Vegas. Also, side note: condoms are a very underappreciated kink. Remember to use protection, it’s sexy! [insert mew’s ahegao face here]
- More inspiration came from Cassius’ “The Sound of Violence” (notably Tha Trickaz’ remix, which is fuckin’ deliciously dirty). Listen to it and I think you’ll know why. It was almost the chapter title, but I can’t name every chapter after a song title like the uncreative loser I am, now can I?
- This chapter brought to you by VODKA! So much vodka. Спасибо детка~!
- Fun fact: I was curious and Googled “how many words are there for dick” while writing this fucking chapter. It didn’t help at all. You’re welcome.
- I would like to make it clear that Sora is hung because it’s CANON. That’s why he’s the Keyblade master, mmkay. The Keyblade obviously chose him because of he’s awesome but also because of his manly world-saving girth. ACCEPT NO OTHER EXPLANATIONS! Also I am far too drunk to be writing author’s comments, wowzers.
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