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Atmospheric Pressure	By : Starryeyedstar Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Atmospheric Pressure
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Starry's Corner: This behemoth was written for a very near and dear friend to me. She knows who she is and she knows I'm absolutely crazy about her. Originally, I had to separate this one-shot into three parts�because, the general length scared the holy living hell out of me (A smidge over 10, 000 words). Apparently it is impossible for me to write a short one-shot or a pwp anymore. Go figure, right?

The lights were dimmed, the darkness being broken by the randomly flashing colored strobe lights as the pair walked into the relatively packed strip bar. The slightly shorter of the two cringing as ear shattering techno music assaulted his poor abused ear drums, �Why are we here again?� He yelled over the music, looking over at the red headed man who stood beside him, �Axel?� He added after a moment, nudging his friend to make sure that he had heard him.

�I heard ya, man!� Axel replied, his brilliant green eyes following a young blond spiky haired waiter before falling back on the silveret, �Riku, we�re here to have fun!� He paused, his eyes drifting over to that waiter again, �Among other things...�

Riku tried to resist the intense urge to roll his eyes, but his friend�s more than obvious intentions forced him to do so, �Those other things involving that blond over there, hm?� He replied, lifting a think delicate eyebrow in question as he nodded towards said blond, �I though we were here to have fun...not scout for the next piece of ass.�

The elder of the two blinked, looking over at his friend, "But, that is fun." Axel pointed out teasingly, snickering at the glare he received, "I don't know who you're trying to kid, but it would do you some good to get laid." He said mockingly, draping an arm around the silveret�s shoulders.

"There's nothing wrong with my sex life." Riku replied crossly, pushing the elder man�s arm off of him before he walked over to the nearest booth. Pausing before the seats, giving the them a suspicious look before he sat on the faded leather. You never know what happened in these seats...hell, Riku really didn�t even want to think about it. Ignorance was bliss after all.

The young silveret twitched as his so called friend actually had the nerve to laugh at him, "Sex life? You mean the lack of sex life that you happen to possess right now." Axel chuckled, sitting across from the sulking man, "Unless you actually managed to talk the cute brunet into your bed."

The aquamarine eyed twenty-one year old groaned softly, sinking into the back of the leathered seats, "Leave Sora outta this, please?" Riku replied, looking at his friend as a seriousness played across his features, "I already told you that it wasn't like that."

Axel threaded his fingers together, resting his chin upon them, "But, you want it to be." He replied, lifting an eyebrow, almost daring Riku to disagree with him before continuing, "I see the way you look at him. It's obvious...it's a complete shock that he hasn't picked up on it yet." He paused, snorting softly, "Of course, he is the biggest virgin this side of Twilight Town...so maybe it's not completely unbelievable."

"You're overanalyzing things again." Riku replied, rolling his eyes, "Sora and I've been friends since diapers." He pointed out, heaving a soft sigh. So maybe Axel wasn't overanalyzing (he wouldn't tell the red head that and risk his ego blowing up even more). He had been nursing a soft spot for Sora since high school. One that he had successfully kept hidden throughout high school and right up until college.

The red head snorted, "Yes, that's right, Riku. Keep denying it. What a great plan to get what you want." Axel said flatly, shaking his head slowly as he waved over a waiter, "You need a drink." He said in a matter of factly tone, �Maybe that�ll get you out of your denial.� He finished speaking just as the waiter (a certain blond haired waiter) came up to their table.

"What can I get you boys?" The spiky haired waiter asked, holding a tab and almost looking bored as he waited for the pair's orders.

"Your phone number would be great!"

With that, Riku groaned heavily as he pulled out his cell phone before he watched the muttering waiter walk away and into the back of the establishment. Maybe he could talk Sora into leaving work early and saving him from this red headed psycho before he got them arrested for out dated pick up lines.

xxxxXxxxx

A tired looking brunet walking into the back room of Club Oblivion, running a hand through his spiky hair as he pulled his bag off of his shoulder, "Hey Roxas." He said, heaving a sigh as he set his bag down on his dressing table, "How're things so far?" He asked, turning to look at his blond haired friend and co-worker.

The said blond turned, wearing a grim expression, �If one more person cops a feel or asks for my number...I�m going to bitch slap them!� He threatened, �This is so not worth my sucky paycheck and tips.� He said, placing a hand on his hip, �Sora, if I didn�t need this job to pay my rent...I�d quit tonight!�

The brunet, known as Sora, chuckled softly as he opened his bag, �You say that every night, Rox.� He pointed out softly as he pulled out a change of clothes, �And, you�ve yet to do it.� He sighed, turning to look at his friend, �What are we doing here, Roxas?� He asked, his voice bordering on a whine.

Roxas sighed as well, walking over to his friend, clapping a hand on his shoulder, �We�re here to make little boys horny and pay us obscene amounts of money to watch us shake our asses.� He paused, blinking, �Only you do it with a little less clothes on....� He added.

Sora resisted the urge to roll his eyes, �Yeah well, not only am I paying my rent and other bills but I�ve got tuition to think about too.� He replied flatly, �Taking off a little extra for a couple hundred a night looks pretty damn good to me.�

�How�s school going anyway?� Roxas asked, sliding into the empty seat next to Sora as he watched the brunet get ready for his five minute stage show, kicking his feet up to the counter. He, himself, had dropped out of college a few months back when balancing a shitty job and school work became too much.

The brunet eyed the boots before pushing them off of his work space, �It�s going fine. I have a final next week, but I have to work the night before so I won�t be able to study much for it.� He replied, reaching into his shoulder bag again to pull out a small case of makeup.

�I�ll switch with you.� Roxas offered, leaning back in his chair as he watched the brunet apply his make up, glancing at the clock every few minutes.

�I�m not waiting on people that night.� Sora pointed out, practically sitting on the counter to apply his eye liner, even though he was doing a very poor job at it.

�Oh.� Roxas replied, a flush covering his cheeks before he rolled his eyes, leaning up in his chair, �C�mere before you poke your damned eyes out.� He said, beckoning the slightly younger boy over to him, his hand reaching for the eye liner.

�Thanks for the offer though.� Sora said, giving his friend a smile as he sat back down in his chair, scooting it in front of the blond before allowing him to put his eye liner on.

The blond haired waiter shrugged, "Eh, what are friends for?" Roxas replied, chewing on his bottom lip as he applied the eye liner, "You should bring your study guides and study during your breaks and in between shows." He suggested after finishing with one eye, pulling away to survey it critically. Making sure that it looked decent.

Sora snorted, "Yeah, until Xemnas sees me studying and not working then assigns me to some private shows." He pointed out flatly before sighing softly once again, �I�ll...figure something out.� He finished, shaking his head before beckoning the blond to finish with his eyes.

Just as Roxas touched the black, sharp eye pencil to his friend�s eye...said friend�s phone started to go off, blaring a garbled Nickelback tone. With an �eep� the brunet turned in his chair reaching for his shoulder bag and Roxas slapped a hand to his forehead at the long black streak the sudden move had caused under Sora�s ocean blue eye.

The blond waiter sighed heavily, tossing the eye pencil on the counter before sitting back in his chair. This could talk awhile. He knew who�s ring tone that was, �That the boyfriend?� He asked teasingly, glancing over at the clock on the wall to see how much longer he had until his break was over and how much time Sora had before he was suppose to get out on stage.

�He�s not my boyfriend!� Sora replied in a strangled voice, not even bothering to glance up from his Sidekick as he replied to the text his best friend had just sent him, �We�re just friends. You know that. I�ve told you. He�s not even gay.�

Roxas rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as a smirk played across his features, �If you say so.� He replied softly, chuckling at the minute glare he received from the brunet, �So, what�d he have to say?� He asked after a moment.

Sora blinked, looking up for a moment before returning his attention to his phone, �His friend took him out. He�s bored. And, he wants me to ditch work to rescue him.� He replied hastily, �And, unfortunately, I can�t.�

Roxas snorted, �Some friend you are.� He replied teasingly, �Hurry up with that text so I can fix your face.� He replied, glancing at the clock, �I�ve only got ten minutes until I�ve got to be back out on the floor and you�ve got a half an hour to make yourself the subject material of a year�s worth of wet dreams for some pervy old man.�

Sora snapped his Sidekick closed, looking up at the blond, �What�s wrong with my face?� He asked, tilting his head to the side as he looked at his friend his lips curving deeply into a frown at his snickering, �What?� He asked, a pout appearing on his face.

�Look in the mirror.� Roxas said, nodding towards the said object, his hand covering his mouth to stifle the snickers as the brunet turned to look at his refection. A look of horror coming over his face at the sight of the coal black streak of eye liner across his cheek.

�Roxas! What did you do to my face!�

xxxxXxxxx

Riku sighed heavily, staring at his phone a moment longer before deleting the last text message he had received from his best friend. It looked like his plans of ditching Axel for his best friend slash closet crush was a no go since the brunet apparently couldn't get out of work. It looked as though he was in for an evening of the antics of a heavily intoxicated Axel.

Which was lovely! Just fucking lovely.

Suddenly, the silveret caught the rather lecherous gaze Axel was sending that certain blond haired waiter (and the red head wasn't even partly drunk yet! He was just that bit of an asshole) and decided that a few drinks (at the bar. far...far away from Axel) sounded good right about then. Because, he so didn't want to be around when his friend's manly pride was crushed when the waiter either kicked the shit out of his friend or had the dumbass arrested for sexual harassment. He didn�t think Axel would appreciate the hysterical laughter that would result if either did happen.

�Hey?! Where�re you going?� Axel called after his silver haired friend had risen from their booth, surprisingly tearing his attentions away from the cute waiter...at least for a moment, �The show�s going to start soon!� He yelled over his shoulder, watching his friend walk over to the bar, ignoring him.

Riku rolled his aquamarine eyes, choosing to ignore his friend as he took a seat at the bar and ordered a shot of their hardest liquor. Excuse him, but he really wasn�t into strippers. But...he was into liquor. And, liquor was looking mighty damn good right about now.

Axel heaved a sigh before returning his attentions to the cute waiter (at least until the stripper came on...because, naked boys beat out clothed cute ones anytime), whom he�d have a phone number from saved in his cell before the night was out...or damnit, he wasn�t leaving. And, he could be very persistent that was.

...Of course, it often led him into trouble...

...with the law.

But, what was a few restraining orders here and there? They didn�t matter! They were just paper! Besides, the little blond wouldn�t do that! No~! He was much too cute.

...or at least that was the logic Axel held at the moment as he watched the blond blinked, flush then retreat in the back (debating whether or not to bring out his mace during his next round) leaving the poor red head with a pout.

Luckily...

...for the waiter, that is, because Axel totally had a one track mine (it was his down fall).

Either ways...

Luckily, before the waiter could return to the floor to make his next rounds, the music was lowered and the lights were dimmed. All except for a single light that lit up the entire stage. It was finally time for the show.

Which would hold Axel�s attention...at least until their waiter walked by again, then all bets were off. Hey, remember what I said about persistence?

Smirking, the fiery red head leaned back in the old faded leather seats (the club�s owner should totally remodel the place...I mean, seriously, what in the hell was that white stain?! Wait...on second thought, I don�t want to know) and turned his attention to the stage (which had a few more colored lights added to it) as a song, that Axel would later swear he heard on a certain lovesick silveret�s iPod, started to play.

I wanna be bad/ You make bad look so good/ I got things on my mind/ I never thought I would

Then the stripper came out.

I-I wanna be bad (bad)/ You make bad feel so good/ I�m losing all my cool/ I�m about to break the rules/ I-I wanna be bad

And, Axel did a double take.

Standing on that stage was someone Axel had only met a few times (he could count on one hand, and still have fingers left over) and never really spoken to (Riku had made sure of that), but there was no mistaking who was on that stage.

Short, lithe, brilliant blue eyes, and spiky brown hair.

�Well, well, well...� He said before glancing over his shoulder to see if the curiosity had gotten the best of his friend, but, said friend was currently downing his forth shot of vodka and was none the wiser to the chocolate haired stripper.

Axel turned his gaze back to the stage, a wide Grinch-like smile appearing on his face as he flagged down their blond haired waiter (and, for once, it wasn�t to make a lame attempt at getting his number or to cop a feel), �No, you�re not getting my phone number,� The blond haired, blue eyed boy started as he approached, his hand reaching into his pocket as he spoke, �And, I swear, if you touch me again, I�ll mace your ass.�

The red head blinked, arching a single thin (they were manscaped! Not plucked!) eyebrow, almost tempted to test the blond and see if he�d carry out the threat (but, Axel wasn�t a Masochist...though, the blond did look to be something of a Sadist). But, it�d have to wait until later. Right now, he had a friend that needed to get laid by that brunet stripper. Come hell or high water. �I just wanted to ask about the stripper on stage.� He replied, giving the blond a smirk as he nodded towards the stage.

The blond crossed his arms over his chest, his ice blue eyes (every bit as cold as their color) narrowed into a glare, �What about him?� He asked after a moment of silently glaring at the elder man. Axel'd like to think that the waiter was undressing him with his eyes (kinda like what he was doing to the waiter right then), not wishing he'd suddenly burst into flames.

"Does he do private shows?" Axel asked, a plan already forming in his little corrupted mind that could very possibly get his silver haired friend fucked by the object of that 'secret' crush he had...that is, if he didn't chicken out first.

Silence passed between the two, the song (Willa Ford's name suddenly popped into Axel's head for some reason) came to an end before the blond spoke up again, "And, why in the hell would I tell you that?!" He snapped, the glare seemingly hardening.

Axel stared at the blond for a moment (loving the defiance in his voice) before leaning a tad closer to read his name tag, "Well...Roxas..." He started, getting out of the blond's personal space before the man would have time to realize his threat, "Because, I happen to have a friend that would love to have a private show from that stripper." He paused, blinking, "So, does he?"

The waiter adjusted his weight to one foot, eyeing the man before him critically before sighing heavily, "He does..." Roxas, the waiter, replied softly, "But, he doesn't like to." He added, looking at the elder man with a flat expression on his face.

Axel slowly nodded, glancing over his shoulder towards his tipsy silver haired friend before smirking, "Something tells me that he'll enjoy this particular client."

"How can you say that?!" Roxas snapped, frowning deeply, "You don't even know Sora!"

The red head snorted slightly before looking back at Roxas, "Do your friend a favor..." He said, pulling two crisp bills out of his pocket, "Here's two hundred." He said, passing it to the waiter, "He'll get a nice tip after he performs."

Roxas stared at the red head in shock before slowly nodding his head. He could at least ask Sora...after all, Sora had mentioned he was a little short on his rent that month.

xxxxXxxxx

The chocolate haired stripper sighed heavily, his feet propped up on his dressing table (much in the same fashion as Roxas had done earlier) as he clutched a fist full of crumpled, recently counted bills. He stared at his reflection in the unevenly lit mirror (one of the bulbs outlining the mirror was busted) with a deep frown on his face.

It looked like he wouldn't be making his rent this month (due that following morning), after all. He was still a few hundred short and couldn't bring himself to ask his friends for help...even though he knew they would. But, his pride refused.

"I can pawn my laptop..." He told himself softly, speaking to his reflection in the mirror, "And, get it back next month..." But, he needed his laptop for school.

His Playstation...maybe? But, would that really bring in the couple hundred he needed to remain in his apartment and not end up on the street? He could sell his games too...not that he had that many to sell in the first place. But, he might be able to get a hundred or so for what he did have.

It was his only option.

�Hey, Sora!�

The said brunet looked over his shoulder, �Oh, hey, Roxas.� He greeted, lifting an eyebrow, �Why do you sound like you�re out of breath...?� He paused, his eyes widening, �Don�t tell me you finally gave in to one of those pervy old codgers and let him take you to the bathroom.�

The blond blinked before flushing, �Wha-? No!� Roxas replied, pushing the brunet�s feet off of the table before sitting on top of it, arching his hips to pull two hundred dollar bills out of his back pocket.

�Whoa! Nice tip!� Sora said, grinning up at his friend, �Who�d you have to blow to get that?� He teased, chuckling upon seeing the glare he received from his friend.

�It�s not mine, stupid.� Roxas said, holding the money out for Sora to take as confused ocean eyes met his own, �...What do you mean?� The brunet asked.

�There was this guy...total perv...� Roxas started, shoving the money into Sora�s outstretched hand as he spoke, �And, he said his friend would kill to have a private show.�

Sora blinked, looking at the two hundred dollars in his hand before looking up at his blond haired friend, �...with me?� He asked, frowning slightly as he looked back down at the money. He hated private shows...but, this was enough to pay off his rent for this month.

Roxas nodded slowly, giving his friend an apologetic look, �With you.� He answered, before sighing heavily, �But...it�s two hundred dollars, Sora!� He pointed out, resting his foot on the arm of the brunet�s chair.

�I know, I know!� Sora replied, sighing heavily, �I...don�t really have a choice in the matter...� He concluded softly.

Roxas sighed deeply, �You do have a choice!� He pointed out, almost in a harsh tone, �If you don�t want to do a private show, I�ll go right back out there and shove the money back in that jackass� face!�

Sora shook his head slowly, �No...no, it�s fine.� He replied, �I need to make rent and this�ll cover it.�

�You know, Sora, I can loan you the money.� The blond pointed out after a moment of silence passed between the two.

�I don�t need your help, Roxas!� Sora said definitely, �I have got to do this on my own!�

Roxas was silent for a moment, watching his brown haired friend, �What are you trying to prove, Sora? I know you can make it on your own, but everyone needs a little help now and then.� He replied softly.

Sora shook his head yet again, pushing Roxas� feet off of the chair, �Take me to the guy that gave you the money.� He demanded as he stood up.

Roxas sighed heavily, knowing there�d be no talking his friend out of doing it...even though, he knew the brunet didn�t want to do it, �Okay, Sora.�

xxxxXxxxx

It looked as though the red haired man hadn't moved at all as Roxas reentered the floor with Sora in tow, walking towards the table, "Watch out for this guy." The blond said, looking over at his friend with a meaningful look, "I've spent all evening getting felt up and hit on by him."

Sora grinned, looking over at the blond waiter, "Oh? Is he the one you took into the bathroom then?" He teased, snickering softly upon seeing the glare and blush on his friend's face, "Kidding, kidding." He assured the other as they neared the table.

Roxas rolled his eyes, heaving a sigh as his friend pushed past him to get to the table, "Who's this friend of yours that wants the dance?" Sora asked, his eyes narrowed as he leaned close to the red head. Roxas could only blink in mild amusement as Axel stared back at the brunet, a look of shock passing over his features.

"I...uh...can't tell you?" Axel started, rubbing his neck sheepishly as he back up slightly from the brunet, "But, I promise, you'll enjoy it."

Sora back away, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at the red head who kept glancing towards the bar, "It's not my job to 'enjoy' it. It's my job to make them enjoy it." He pointed out as he glared at the elder male.

Axel sighed softly, "Well, then make him enjoy it." He said, pulling another hundred out of his back pocket, waving it in front of Sora. The things he'd do for friendship.

Sora stared at the bill for a moment before snatching it, "Whatever." He sighed, "Room 7 in 30 minutes. Roxas will show you the way." He said before turning on his heel and disappearing into the back once again.

The said blond haired waiter blinked, "Who in the hell comes to a bar with three hundred dollars in their back pocket?" He asked, looking at the red headed male who smirked, "Are you some kind of drug trafficker?"

Axel simply chuckled, "Nope, own an underground ring of sex slaves. Interested?" He teased, chuckling harder upon seeing the cute blond's face flush deeply before he glared at him and continued on with his rounds, �Just kidding, Roxy baby.� He called after him, laughing at the middle finger that was his reply from the blond.

Thirty minutes later the cute little waiter reappeared at Axel�s table, a frown plastered on his face as he looked over the occupants of the table, �This the guy?� He asked, nodding at the silver haired (slightly drunk) man.

Axel nodded, �Yup. That�d be him.� He agreed before sliding out of the booth, beckoning the silveret to follow him, �Let�s go get this man a lap dance, eh?� He said, looking at Roxas with a grin, �Then maybe you can sit and keep me company for a few hours?�

Roxas resisted the urge to roll his eyes as the silver haired man, almost immediately voiced his protests in a slurred voice, �I don�t want a lap dance! I don�t even want to be here!� He insisted, and for a moment, Roxas thought that he recognized that voice. But, at this current moment, he couldn�t place it.

�Dude, shut up for two seconds, alright?� Axel said, clapping the silver haired man on the shoulder before pushing him, the pair following Roxas as he led them to the private rooms.

Roxas frowned, wondering if he should go through the rules or not. The guy was drunk and probably wouldn�t even remember what was said...but, if something did happen and he hadn�t said the rules before hand, he could get into trouble (not to mention Sora would murder him dead), �The rules are simple, touching is okay, but respect the dancer�s personal space. As in, no groping the nads...because, those rooms aren�t for sex.� He mentioned, glancing over his shoulder at the pair.

A pout crossed Axel�s plan at that last statement, �Pity.� He muttered to himself, but shook his head, if it didn�t happen here, it was possible that it�d happen else where. No sweat. If worse came to worse, he�d lock the two in a closet or something at the next party.

�What was that?� Roxas said, stopping in the hall to turn and glare at Axel.

The red head blinked, �Nothing...nothing at all, Roxy.�

The blond growled, �Don�t call me that!� He hissed, before continuing down the hall, muttering derogatory comments about Axel before the trio came up upon the door, �Time�s...� The blond�s voice drifted off...Axel had paid three hundred dollars, pretty much securing Sora�s time for his friend for the rest of the night should he wish it, �...whenever I come and get you.� He finished lamely, scratching his head.

Axel chuckled, pushing his friend towards the door, �Have fun, Riku.� He chirped, snickering softly.

�Riku?!� Roxas said with a gasp as the said silveret walked through the door, closing it behind him, �Did you say that man�s name was Riku?�

Axel nodded, blinking innocently, �Didn�t I mention that before...?� He asked, rubbing his chin.

�B-but...that�s...� Roxas stared, his eyes widening. Sora would have a fucking aneurism if he walked in there and saw Riku, �I�ve got to tell Sora!�

Axel grabbed the blond�s collar as he rushed by, �Sorry, I can�t let you do that.� He replied, pulling the waiter back towards him.

�Why not?!�

�Because.� Axel answered, �I�m tired of seeing Riku mope around because he doesn�t have the balls to confess to your little friend.�

�But...Sora didn�t want Riku to find out about Oblivion!� Roxas said quickly, �I just can�t let him walk into that room without knowing his crush is in there!�

Axel sighed softly, looking down at the blond, �Riku would�ve found out eventually. If he wasn�t so down and out tonight, he would�ve seen Sora on stage.� And, probably would�ve caused a huge scene...so, Axel was kinda glad the silveret insisted on drinking himself into a stupor, �Besides, this�ll only help them. It�s obvious how crazy they are about each other. They seem to be the only ones who haven�t noticed.�

Roxas frowned, looking up at the Axel before slowly nodding, �Fine. I won�t say anything. But, if Sora gets hurt, I�m holding you responsible.�

�Would that mess up the chances of you coming home with me tonight?� Axel teased with a lecherous grin, chuckling upon seeing the glare on the blond�s face.

xxxxXxxxx

Sora found himself walking down that dimly lit hallway, sighing heavily after stopping a moment to exchange small talk with Roxas...while making failed attempts at ignoring the more than obvious glare the blond kept sending the taller red head (Sora later learned his name was Axel, that named sparked interest in the recesses of his mind. He had heard it before. Where, he couldn't remember, so it couldn't have been important.) and the not so obvious chemistry that existed between the two. Yes, Sora could see the startings of a beautiful relationship. Not really. But, the thought was nice. It'd get Roxas out of his love life for awhile anyway.

He continued down the hall towards his assigned room for the night. After all, he did have a job to do. Not the easiest job in the world, but he did have little tricks to make it easier on him.

The first and foremost, maybe the most important, was the room he was assigned to was never ever fully lit. Honestly, the darker it was the better. That way, he didn�t have to look at the middle aged business man that had just bought an hour of his time. Though, something told him that he wasn�t about to dance for a middle aged business man. But, regardless, it wasn�t who he wanted.

The second trick involved some help from his often over active imagination and his deep seated feelings for his best friend. It was a little known fact (though, Sora could see how other strippers could possible function without doing it) but every man in Club Oblivion had Riku's face. It was just as simply as that.

Imagining that Riku was the man he was dancing for, stripping for, and rubbing against made his job so much more easier. Just pretending that he was actually dancing for someone he wanted. Someone he desired. Someone he...loved.

Because, he did love Riku. Probably more than the elder silver haired man would ever realize.

And, that was the reason why Riku could never find out about Oblivion. Sora didn't think he could live with himself if he saw even a moment's look of disgust on his face.

Finally, with a soft sigh, he found himself standing in front of room seven. His designated private room for the night. Surprisingly, this was the first time he had used it tonight (up until now, he was hopeful that his previous week long streak of roomless nights would hold for another day...but, he was wrong). Not that he was complaining, mind you. It might make him a lot of money, private shows, but he hated them above all else that Club Oblivion had to offer.

�Well...� Sora said softly to himself as he gripped the cool steel of the door handle, �...here goes nothing.�

xxxxXxxxx

The room was dimly lit. Sora could barely make out the outline of the man that would steal hours of his life and another little piece of his soul.

And, the soft sounds of Saving Abel�s Addicted floated from the speakers that had been installed in the room long before he had even gotten the job at Oblivion. The song had been a new favorite for the club dj and it was played often. Sora was ashamed to admit, but he was growing somewhat fond of the song that was Riku�s new ringtone on Sora�s phone for the last week.

The air was thick with the smell of liquor and stale cigarettes from past use that seemed to stink up the entire club. But, that was a normal smell within a night club. Something you�d expect, kinda like the disinfectant smell that floats around a hospital. Both a stagnant odor.

�The rules have been explained?� Sora asked, as he sauntered to the middle of the room, the light barely touching his features, making him just as hard to see as the man was to him. His normal everyday persona melted away and was replaced with the man who wanted the money. Sora was replaced with the stripper.

The brunet didn�t wait for an answer. He had been lied to before on matters concerning the rules, �No touching or groping. You touch without my permission I have every right to end the session and not return your money. Understood?�

�Understood.�

Sora was quite for a moment, a frown on his face. That voice...

...was so shockingly familiar. He felt like he should know who it belonged to...that it was so stupid that he had forgotten. But, he simply couldn�t place a name. So...he figured, it must not have been that important. Probably a regular who was celebrating tonight and talked a friend into paying a large sum for some of Sora�s time.

He should be flattered really. But, he wasn�t. He was disgusted.

�The waiter that brought you should have given you an estimate of the length of the session, did he?� He asked next, his hips swaying with the music. He really liked this song. Idly, in the back of his mind, he made a mental note to download it and let Riku listen to it.

�Not really.�

That voice?! It was going to drive Sora insane!

A pout appeared on the brunet�s features as he climbed into the lap of the man, �Is that so?� Sora replied, he was totally going to kill Roxas for that, �Well, my normal rate is seventy-five for an hour...I was paid three hundred...�

Before he continued, he was cut off, �Axel gave you three hundred dollars?!�

And, suddenly, it hit Sora like a load of bricks. The red haired man...

...Axel...

Riku had a friend named Axel, Sora had met him briefly at a few parties Riku had drug him along to.

Silence passed between the two males as Sora shifted on top of the faceless man, "H-how...do you know Axel...?" The brunet asked softly, his hands sliding up the man's chest and resting on his shoulders where his hands tangled in silky smooth hair.

This man...couldn't be...

XxxxXxxxx

The silver haired man sighed heavily as he took a seat on the couch in the back of the room, frowning lightly at the darkness that surrounded the place. Why would someone pay for private time with a stripper...if they couldn�t even see said stripper? Not that he really cared. He was still trying to figure out why Axel even forced him into this.

Didn�t the man understand. Riku was in love with Sora. Okay? Plain enough for you? Since he was in love with Sora...he�d get no enjoyment out of this stripper, because it was Sora that he wanted (and, boy did he want him). It was Sora that occupied his mind when it wasn�t filled with school or work related things.

It was Sora he dreamed about a night. It was Sora who he wanted to fall asleep with every night and wake up in the morning too. Was that really all that difficult to understand?!

His thoughts were interrupted when the door was pushed open and for one glorious minute he though it was that blond waiter telling him he could leave, if he hurried, but it wasn�t. It was the stripper. Riku sighed heavily, settling back against the couch. The sooner it started, the sooner he could be done with it and get the hell out of this club.

"The rules have been explained?" The stripper asked as he walked into the middle of the room, his hips swaying gently with the music (He was almost sure that he had heard that song before). The dim lighting did little to reveal the features of the stripper, but Riku found that he didn't mind as much as he thought he would.

Before Riku could even form an answer, the man continued on, "No touching or groping. You touch without my permission I have every right to send the session and not return your money. Understood?"

Riku momentarily entertained the idea of breaking the rules just to end the session quicker and to piss Axel off, "Understood." The silveret replied softly. A frown appearing on his face as something in the back of his mind told him he should recognize that person...or at least his voice. But, nothing and no one came to mind.

Another silence passed between the two as Riku idly watched the lithe stripper�s hips sway and he got the feeling that he probably shouldn�t be enjoying that as much as he really was. Since he had been so against it to begin with, �The waiter that brought you should have given you an estimate of the length of the session, did he?�

Riku rubbed his chin, �Not really.� He admitted softly, though the poor blond might have head other things on his mind...like avoiding Axel�s come-ons, that with in itself was a fulltime job.

He wasn�t given an answer right away, instead he was met with a lap full of the exceptional small man, �Is that so?� Riku could almost see the pout in his voice. Suddenly, he was reminded of Sora. �Well, my normal rate is seventy-five for an hour...I was paid three hundred...�

Riku jumped at that, �Axel gave you three hundred dollars?!� He cried out in shock, but he was only met with another silence as the small male above him shifted, "H-how...do you know Axel...?"

The silveret blinked, frowning lightly, "He's a friend...why?" He asked, a single eyebrow arched in question though the other occupant of the room couldn't see.

"M-my...best friend h-has a f-friend named Axel..."

The suddenly...things began to fall into place like pieces of a puzzle, "...S-sora?!"

xxxxXxxxx

"Do you think they've figured it out yet?" Roxas asked as he raised another shot to his lips before drowning the amber liquid in one gulp. The blond didn't even so much as glance at the elder male sitting next to him at that bar, actually, he sorta wished the red head would just disappear. But, apparently, that was too much to ask.

The man beside him shrugged, waving at the bartender to get his attention to order another shot for the blond, "Riku's a smart guy that's overly obsessed with Sora and a little on the tipsy side of things, right now." Axel pointed out, glancing at the waiter as the bartender refilled Roxas' shot glass, "I mean, if they're as crazy about each other as they led others (like us) to believe, then it shouldn't take them too long to figure it out."

Roxas groaned softly, setting the newly emptied glass down on the bar with a soft clink, "Sora's going to kill me!" He whined, covering his face with his hands.

Axel surveyed the boy with an arched eyebrow, "You're acting like an emo drunk." He pointed out, shaking his head slowly before a wicked grin came across his features, "Maybe I should take you in the bathroom and sober you up a little." He added, his emerald eyes twinkling mischievously.

Blue eyes narrowed into a glare, "Let's not." Roxas replied, glancing at Axel, "Besides, I'm no where near drunk..." He paused, "Yet." He added on as an after thought.

Hey, his shift would be over in another hour or so...he had every right to get horribly shitfaced. Especially when his friend would be done with his private show then come after him with the intent to kill. He'd rather be drunk and be able to laugh at Sora rather than feel guilty for not forewarning the brunet about who was really in that room.

Axel chuckled softly at that, �So...if you get drunk...does that mean I get to sober you up?� He teased.

...though, with Axel, you couldn�t really tell if he was teasing or serious. Luckily, Roxas had figured that out by this point. Even if he hadn�t, he wouldn�t care, because he wasn�t letting Axel take him anywhere drunk or sober otherwise.

The blond twitched, idly wondering if he had �Fuck me� written is bold capitol letters across his forehead or something, �Hell no!� He snapped, glaring at the red head again, �If you touch me...I swear...I�ll call the cops and have you carted away for sexual harassment.�

A pout crossed the Axel's features, �D�aw, Roxy, I�m heart broken!� He teased, chuckling at the harsher glare he received from the blond before he pushed his own shot over to the blond, "Here, drink up, Mister Emo Drunk."

xxxxXxxxx

Sora's fears had been realized as his name fell out of the man's lips, a frown pulled at his lips as his hands slid down the man's shoulders and chest, "Riku?" He murmured softly, the question hanging in the air between them. Holding onto the last bit of hope that the man wasn't really his best friend.

"Oh my God..."

Crystal blues eyes clenched shut for a moment, knowing he had been found out before they opened back up at the next question that fell from his crush's lips, "What are you doing here, Sora?" The said brunet opened his mouth to answer, but the man beneath him just continued, "I thought you were at work?!"

Sora could hear the soft groan and the gentle pressure of his friend's forehead against his chest as he reached past the silveret, his hand sliding across the back wall until it brushed against the light switch, "I...am at work." He replied in a small voice as he pushed the switch up, the room brightening almost instantly.

A thick silence passed between the two as Riku processed this information, his aquamarine widening in shock and alarm. His Sora...his sweet and innocent Sora worked in a place like this? "You're a stripper...?" He asked softly, his arms absent mindedly wrapping around the brunet's waist.

The brunet bit his lip before nodding slowly, "I..." He started, but could finish...really, there was no explanation he could give his friend, "I needed the money." He admitted, his voice barely louder than a whisper. He had to at least try.

"You couldn't have asked me?!" Riku snapped, raising his head to look the lithe brunet in the eye, "I would've helped...I would've let you stay with me! And, you know it, Sora!"

Sora cringed at the harshness in Riku's voice as he looked away, he couldn't bare to see the disappointment and disgust in his friend's face, "I...I know...b-but, I had to do this on my own...Riku..." He said softly, willing the tears that were threatening to form.

Riku groaned softly, gently grabbing Sora's chin to force the brunet to force him, "You never had to do anything on your own." He replied softly, looking at brunet meaningfully before his hand cupped the brunet's plump cheek, his thumb brushing over the smooth skin slowly.

The brunet remained locked in the elder's intense gaze, a tear sliding down his cheek slowly only to be wiped away by the silveret's thumb, "Riku...I-" But before he could finish what he wanted to say, he was interrupted in the most wonderful way imaginable. Riku's lips pressing so softly against his own. He did the only thing he could do, which was return the silveret's kiss.

Ignoring all the confusing feelings that welled up with in him as Riku's lips moved so sensually across his own. After all, this is what he had always wanted, wasn't it. Reasoning could come later. Reasoning and possible rejection. After all, Sora was still a stripper.

After a few blissful moments, Riku pulled away. Sora's cheek still cupped in his cheek as the silveret panted softly, "You're quitting tonight." He ordered softly, his other hand coming up to caress the opposite cheek.

Sora sighed heavily, "Riku, I can't...I need the money!" He insisted, frowning deeply as he pulled out of the elder's embrace.

The elder silver haired man slowly shook his head, "Not if you're not paying rent anymore." Riku pointed out softly as he pulled the brunet closer to him, nuzzling his face in the crook of Sora's neck.

Even if Sora didn't want him, he wasn't so sure if he could stand other people seeing what he so badly desired. Desiring what he couldn't have.

"What do you mean?" Sora asked softly as his eyes narrowed and his arms came around the elder's shoulders as he subconsciously arched his neck as Riku nuzzled it.

"I mean," Riku started, his warm breath cascading over Sora's neck, causing the brunet to shiver slightly, "I wouldn't make you pay rent if you moved in with me..."

Sora was finding it very hard to keep a rational mind as he felt the gentle pressure from Riku's lips pressing against his neck, "First off; what makes you think I'd move in with you." He murmured, his eyes becoming half lidded when he felt the silveret's teeth rake gently across his skin, "S-second...if I did move in with you, I'd feel bad if I didn't at least help out with the bills."

Riku pulled away at that, his cheeks dusted pink as he looked at the brunet above him. A hand coming up to cup one of the brunet's cheeks again, "I'd hope...my boyfriend would want to live with me..." He replied, his voice barely above a whisper, "That is, if you wanted to be my boyfriend."

Ocean blue eyes widened drastically, but before he could even form an answer, his mouth was sealed again by Riku's. The silveret�s tongue taking advantage of Sora�s shocked expression to slid behind Sora�s parted lips, brushing up against the brunet�s own, coasting it to play.

Sora moaned softly into the kiss, his hands moving up to tangle into silky tresses of silver hair as his blue eyes slipped closed. He allowed himself to fall into the kiss and the man he was on top of. Showing Riku his acceptance instead of saying it. It had been what he had wanted for so very long...and now he was finally getting it. He was finally getting Riku. His heart fluttered at the thought alone.

Moments later the pair separated with a soft wet smack, both boys panted as they stared at each other for a moment, "O-of course I want to be your boyfriend." Sora replied softly, his lips just inches from Riku's own as he spoke, "But, I can't expect you to pay my way for me."

Riku sighed heavily, his finger running down the side of Sora's cheek, tracing his jaw bone before running across his bottom lip, "I can't stand the idea of you taking off your clothes for other men..." He pointed out softly, "...o-of them touching you...a-and fantasizing about you."

Sora sighed softly, pulling away slightly from the silveret before cupping his cheek in his hand, smiling as Riku leaned into his touch, "I may have to take off my clothes for them, but you actually get to touch me. You'll have something they'll never have. You've got my heart."

The silver haired man smiled softly at that before his hand slid around to Sora's front, grasping his top before pulling him closer, "And, I'll never let it go." He murmured, his lips just barely brushing against Sora's as he spoke.

"You better not." Sora replied with a snicker before closing the distance between once again, a pleased sigh being swallowed by the kiss as the hand that cupped Riku's cheek slid down his face and eventually made it onto the elder's chest. The brunet's fingers running down the buttons on the other man's shirt, stilling once they reached the hem.

As Riku kissed his little brunet back, his hands ran down Sora's back (causing the lithe dancer to arch into his body) before sliding past the brunet's hips until they clutched his boyfriend's ass, forcefully grinding their hips together. Causing both males to moan wantonly after breaking the kiss at the sensation.

Aquamarine eyes met with equally lustful ocean blue eyes, "...Sora?" Riku began hesitantly, not sure if his brunet was ready for where he wanted their relationship to go at this point.

Sora chuckled softly, causing Riku to narrow his eyes slightly, "You know, these rooms aren't really used for that sort of thing..." The brunet pointed out playfully before chuckling at the stricken look that crossed the silveret's face at his words, "But, I won't tell if you won't."

Riku let out a relieved sigh, looking up at the brunet, "You want to?" He asked, pressing Sora's hips into his own, their clothes arousals rubbing together through the layers of clothes each wore.

Sora's breath hitched as he rolled his hips into Riku's, following the movements of the silveret's hands that clutched his backside in such a possessive manner, "Right now...don't think I really have a choice..." He pointed out, his cheeks flushed in arousal, "You?"

"No doubt." Riku replied, his lips curling into a smirk before he leaned up to his lithe soon to be lover, meshing their lips together in another passionate kiss. But, this time, they both knew it wouldn't end with just a simple kiss.

xxxxXxxxx

With gritted teeth the blond haired waiter looked over his shoulder, his blue eyes narrowed into an icy glare as he clenched his fisted hands at his sides, "You are not seriously going to follow me into the bathroom." He all but growled at his red haired follower, doing everything within his power not to snap and beat the holy living hell out of the red head like he had been yearning to all evening.

Axel smirked, giving the blond an innocent look (well, as innocent as Axel could pull off) "Did I ever tell you how hot that glare is?" He asked, chuckling softly when the blond's cheeks reddened and his head snapped back around, obviously trying to ignore him.

But, Axel wasn't one to be ignored, actually he rather hated it, "And, yes Roxy, I am seriously following you to the bathroom." He replied in a matter of factly tone, "Have to make sure no perverts try to take advantage of you." His voice conveying a certain seriousness that only made Roxas was to wretch in addition to going pee.

The blond twitched at that; whether at the pet name of the irony behind Axel's statement, who knew? "What about the one following me now?" He asked, rolling his eyes as he pulled open the door, not even bothering to hold it open for Axel as he stepped past the threshold and immediately bypassed the urinals, heading for a stall so he wouldn't have the damned red head hovering over him while he tried to take a piss.

"I am not a pervert." Axel insisted, not even cringing when the stall door was slammed in his face. Shrugging he just leaned against the wall opposite, totally trying to look through the cracks in between the side of the stall and the door, as he crossed his arms over his chest "I'm just very persistent."

"Or very stupid." Roxas muttered as he did his business wondering how in the hell this night could get any worse. He just hoped Sora was having fun...because if he wasn't he'd kick his ass for making him deal with that red headed jack off for half the night. He shook his head, zipping himself up. The things he'd do for friends.

xxxxXxxxx

Panting heavily, Riku looked down at his brown haired lover, the couple having changed their positions ages ago to better accommodate themselves and their actions on the sofa that sat in the room, "Are you sure?" He asked, his hand caressing Sora's naked hip as the brunet's nails dug into his bare shoulders.

Both men flushed from their arousals as they laid onto of one another. Their clothes thrown about the room in a haphazard sort of way, showing how badly they needed each other at the moment and how little they cared about the apparent 'No Sex' rule.

The brunet underneath groaned softly, arching his hips into the other's, "If you ask me that one more time..." He growled, his ocean blue eyes half lidded and darkened over with lust, "...I'll make you wait for it."

Riku could only chuckle at the supposed threat, "Is that a fact?" He asked, leaning down to nip at Sora's neck, leaving behind yet another mark on the tanned skin.

"You better believe it." Sora replied, craning his neck to the side, "So, stop stalling and get on with it. I'm still on the clock, you know. People'll come looking for me after awhile."

�Let�um look.� Riku murmured against his dampened skin, the hand on the brunet�s hip ceasing in it�s gentle caressing to move further down. Bypassing the hardness that rested between Sora�s legs (much to his disappointment) to reach even further, gently prodding at the brunet�s entrance, �You know that it�ll hurt, right?� The silveret said softly, a single finger rubbing across the bud of puckered skin.

"I'm perfectly aware of that." Sora replied, his hips pressing down upon that finger, "And, I find myself not really caring at this point."

Riku shook his head, smirking at his soon to be lover's impatience, "You know I don't like seeing you in pain." He pointed out softly, pressing a kiss to Sora's cheek before nipping at his ear lobe, pushing his finger past the tight ring of muscle with a soft sigh.

Sora let out a soft whimper at the initial intrusion, but his body relaxed quickly. The one finger did not hurt all that much, "I know, but I trust you not to hurt me so badly." He replied softly before he bit his bottom lip as the finger inside of his body started to thrust in and out of him, feeling oddly pleasant.

"I'll try not to." Riku promised, adding a second finger to the first as he leaned down to nip and suck at his brunet's ear lobe. He didn't want Sora to feel any pain, but he knew that pain came with sex. But, the pain was worth it for what came a little later on.

Sora nodded, biting his bottom lip as he felt the second finger push in with the first. Now, it started to burn slightly, his passage being stretched wider than what it was used to. But, it still wasn't all that bad and things started to feel good when Riku's free hand wrapped around his erection, "I'll be fine." He reassured the other, "Besides, by the time we're finished, I'll probably be off anyway."

Riku chuckled softly at that, "In more ways than one." He said, smirking as he leaned down to place a chaste peck on Sora's nose. His fingers continued to slip and slid out of Sora's body, taking the time to scissor the muscles to loosen them, "You are coming to my house when you get off, right?" He asked, though it wasn't really a question. It was more of a "If you don't go, I'll tie you up and forcefully drag you back to my place. Because, I'm so not done with you yet" kinda demand.

�Do I really have a choice in the matter?� Sora asked. His voice high pitched and breathless as the initial pain from the second finger ebbed away the deeper those finger plunged into his body, �O-oh! Riku!� He moaned, his hips arching into his silveret�s hand, �There! Hit there again! God, please!�

Riku couldn�t answer Sora�s first playful question; if he had, he�d doubt the brunet could actually understand him as his two fingers continued to press against the bundle of nerves that made up his lover�s sweet spot, �Like that?� He murmured, leaning down to nip and suckle at the brunet�s ear lobe as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of his lover�s entrance.

�More, Riku! More!� Sora begged, his hands fisting at the silveret�s shoulder as he arched desperately into his lover�s touch, �Please!�

His cries would not reach deaf ears, soon Riku pressed a third finger to Sora�s hole. Pushing all three past Sora�s tightness, the little brunet crying wantonly at the intrusion, pressing back against the fingers. If Sora was in pain, he surely didn�t show it through his lust and extreme want.

Sora�s cries only seemed to grow in volume, the little brunet bucking and arching into Riku�s hand. The silveret wasn�t sure how much longer his self control would hold out, with the way Sora was moaning and crying out to him. But, Sora�s comfort was above his own. If Riku took him before he was ready, the brunet would be in extreme pain. And, Riku refused to be the cause of Sora�s pain.

�R-Riku!� The brunet moaned, his hips arching into the silveret�s hand as his own hands had abandoned Riku�s shoulder�s to clutch at the faded leather of the couch just above his head, �P-please�� He begged, biting his bottom lip in a poor attempt to hold back his moans and cries for at least a moment. But, the more Riku hit his prostate, the less control he had over what came out of his mouth, �Just do me, already!" He cried out.

A silver eyebrow arched at that, "Impatient, much?" Riku remarked, his fingers stilling inside of the brunet, "Are you sure?" He asked, yet again. Wanting more than anything to make sure that this was what the brunet really wanted.

Ocean blue eyes narrowed, "If you ask me that again�I swear�I'll leave." Sora threatened as he glared up at the elder man.

Riku chuckled softly, "Alright, alright." He said, leaning down to press a kiss to pouting lips, "It'll hurt though, but I'll make it up to you when we get home." He promised, pulling his finger out of the brunet's body, nipping at Sora's ear as the smaller man let out a moan of disappointment.

A ghost of a smirk rested on Riku's face as he held the boy's legs in his hands, positioning them around his waist, then he guided himself close to Sora's heated entrance. The tip of his erection rested against Sora's hole, the brunet panting heavily, "You know that I love you, right?"

Sora beamed at that, his arms coming back around Riku's neck, tangling his fingers in the elder's soft silky locks, "I know. And, I love you too." He replied softly, biting his lip when he felt an intense pressure at his entrance as Riku's pushed himself past the tight ring of muscle.

The silver continued pushing himself into his lover's tightness, keeping a careful check over his self control so he wouldn't hurt his younger brunet. When he was fully sheathed inside of his lover, he rested for a moment, breathing heavily as he leaned against Sora. Waiting for the younger to give him a signal�any signal to show that he was ready for Riku to move. Because, Riku wanted to move.

Sora bit his bottom lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood as he fought back the urge to cry out with the pain his body was suddenly blossomed in. But, he wouldn't show any signs of pain�because, then Riku would stop. And, Riku wasn't going to stop. Not if Sora had another to do about it. He'd go through the pain to get to the blissful end.

The little brunet arched his hip after a moment, his lips tipping up into a smirk at the soft groan he heard in his ear from his silver haired lover, "Move, Riku." He commanded softly, his arms draped over the elder's shoulders as he rolled his hips for a second time.

This time his hips were met by Riku's as the silveret pulled out before plunging back in. It still hurt. But, there was just something about it and if Riku could only push a little further, then he'd hit that spot his fingers had hit earlier.

Riku continued to thrust into the younger boy, still holding on to his tightly wound control, his fingers clutching into a fist next to Sora's head as the silver haired man moaned softly. His other hand gripped Sora's hips, surely hard enough to leave bruises.

"You know," Sora started, his own fingers very nearly digging into the elder's skin, "I'm not some fucking China doll. I won't break if you get a little rough with me."

"I -ah- don't want to hurt you." Riku murmured, still keeping with the same painstakingly slow pace as before.

Sora resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "Yeah, and I want to get off sometime before my shift is over." He replied dryly, rolling his hips up into Riku's a little more forcefully, "Now, do me like you mean it before I have to take matters into my own hands!" He threatened.

A shiver slipped down Riku's spine upon hearing the forcefulness and seriousness in his little lover's voice. And, without another word he gave exactly what was asked of him. Finally letting his restraint and iron clad will go�if only for a moment.

"God, yes! Riku!" The lithe brunet cried out, arching sharply into each and every thrust. The pain, though not fully gone, was overshadowed by the blissful pleasure the new pace had brought. Nearly every thrust seemed to hit that spot dead on, and soon, white spots danced in front of Sora's eyes, "God! Harder!" He begged.

Riku had known before they had even started this process that he wouldn't be lasting as long as he normally would have (that's why Sora was coming home with him tonight so he could spend every waking hour proving his stamina to the little brunet), but it wasn't as though they had the time to take things slowly and really explore each other.

But, he'd change that. As soon as he got Sora behind closed doors for the night.

"R-riku�I'm almost there�" Sora cried out breathlessly, his own hand slipping in between their furiously moving bodies to wrap around his aching erection. Moments later it was joined by Riku's own, firmly grasping over Sora's as it moved over the heated length of flesh. Bringing the younger closer and closer to his release.

And, moments later, the elder silveret felt Sora's inner walls clamp down on his own erection in such a wonderful way. Riku watched, in fascination, as Sora's seed spurted from his erection. The warm semen reaching the brunet's chest as he was pounded into.

With a final cry, the brunet lay still only moaning softly when he felt his lover's seed fill him, "Mmm, Riku�" He moaned gently, his arms surrounding the elder man as he fell bonelessly against his chest.

xxxxXxxxx

Sora sighed softly, buttoning up his pants as he stole a glance at his silver headed lover's backside as he pulled up his own, "I wonder how Roxas and Axel are getting along." He mused off handedly, running a hand through his sweaty spikes as he watched his lover turn and face him.

"I hope they haven't killed each other." Riku said, lifting an eyebrow, "Axel can be very persistent when he wants something."

"With the way they were carrying on earlier, I'd say Axel wants him." Sora said, his lips turned upward in a grin as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Riku snorted, "I feel sorry for Roxas." He said, grinning at Sora's soft chuckle, "You just don�t get it. Axel never gives up."

Sora shrugged, beckoning Riku to follow him. After all, he still had a half an hour until his shift was over, "They we'd better go check on them."

"Make sure they played nicely together?" Riku asked, grabbing the brunet's hand before they walked out of the door, giving it a light squeeze.

"Or naughtily. Which ever one suits them�" Sora said, blinking as they neared the club's main floor�which was surprisingly empty for that time of night, "Where is everyone?"

"Is that a cop?" Riku asked, pointing towards the bar where a cop was holding back a rather loud, red faced blond.

"Is that Roxas?!" Sora said, tugging Riku over to the bar.

"�Stupid mother-fucker! Broke down the God damned bathroom door! And, groped me!"

Riku scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, already knowing the story from just that line. Sighing, he looked around for a shock of red hair, finding it�in hand cuffs, "I'm not bailing him out�." He said, looking down at his snickering lover.
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