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Midori Sour, Please	By : Azurela Category: Kingdom Hearts > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rating: M

Summary: "I don't know you, but I think you're ridiculously hot." The red-head smirked, leaning closer and suddenly there were hands on the blond's hips, drawing the smaller boy closer, much to Roxas' surprise. "Well then, how about we get to know each other better, cutie," he purred in Roxas' ear. RokuAku

A/N: This' been in my head for a while so I'm writing it down and seeing if it goes anywhere. RokuAku, cos it's my favorite, I feel like it and it's my birthday (this' a gift to me, if you will).

You've probably realized by now if you're read my writing before: I don't like a lot of foreplay. Yes this is going to go a bit fast. Don't bitch at me for it or I'll discontinue it. It's supposed to be this way.

Also, if anyone's interested, soon after this story I plan on trying to do a collaboration with shoujoQ simply because it seems like fun and I haven't done it yet (:

Anyhow, enjoy.

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Midori Sour, Please

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The blond awaked with arms wrapped around him. His head was pounding and he glanced at his hotel room's clock, realizing that he was horribly late for his meeting. Roxas frowned as he sat up, blond hair mused, and glanced back at the red-head from last night as he cursed internally.

This was all that damn drink's fault he thought, frowning deeply. He couldn't help but smile a little though as he looked down at that pretty face, wondering all the while if it'd been worth it.

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Roxas sighed dejectedly, absentmindedly tracing the rim of his glass with his left index finger. The blond was the hard-working, dedicated type of individual. That being the case, he supposed that it made sense he was on another business trip rather than taking the vacation he'd planned, placing work before pleasure yet again.

Currently he was in the hotel his family's business, Twilight Town Apothecary, had put him up in, at the bar playing with his now empty glass and contemplating ordering another drink. The blond leaned back further in his chair, frowning deeply as he remembered the dispute he'd had with the bartender earlier that night about whether or not he was old enough to have one in the first place.

The blond closed his eyes, sighing for a second time. It was boredom, really, that had driven him out of his room.

Though he was here on business, he had time to kill- Roxas was supposed to be meeting with a representative from a company in Hallow Bastion to, hopefully, make a deal and merge the two companies together, which would make his family's far more profitable. He'd been assigned the job because his father owned the company and he was to take over someday.

The problem however was that the other associate, Roxas was pretty sure his name was Reno, wouldn't arrive until the next day. So, since Roxas was bored and rightly assumed that he more than likely wouldn't be having any fun, he did what he always did when he was in this predicament. He drank.

He didn't want to get smashed, no; he just wanted a few drinks. To loosen up, help him think and, when he decided to, to help him sleep. He didn't really need a hangover in the morning.

Roxas stretched and, deciding to try something new after looking over the menu, sat up, motioning for the bartender to come his way. He smiled pleasantly at the man, deciding not to provoke him and another dispute. "Midori Sour, please," he requested. Icy blue eyes regarded him cooly. When he'd read his nametag earlier, Roxas had discovered that the man's name was Luxord.

"Sure you can handle it shorty?" Roxas laughed. He'd already had seven shots of tequila and a glass of beer.

"I seem to be just fine, bartender," he replied. The other blond smirked.

"If you say so." Roxas smiled pleasantly. Despite his size, he could hold his liquor quite well.

"I do."

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Roxas stared at the vibrant acidic green drink in front of him. He'd settled his tab; now all that was left was to try his beverage. Slowly he raised the glass to his lips and tried it. It was far different from what he'd been expecting, but at the same time, he liked it.

The blond settled deeper into his seat until he saw that the bartender kept staring at him. Roxas shifted uncomfortably then, gripping his drink, spun around in his seat to look out into the room.

He regarded the other patrons curiously. There was a group of old men drinking beer and watching football, an older couple having dinner and someone in a corner in the back. Whoever it was- he or she was hiding in the shadows and drinking alone. Curious about the loner and wanting to get a better look at him or her, he made a move to stand, but before he could, conveniently, the person stood. Roxas blinked in surprise then took another drink as he leaned back in his seat as the person began to make their way toward him. The blond rightly assumed that they were going to pay.

The person approached and as he did, Roxas realized it was another, attractive, man probably a few years older than him. Curiously, he was wearing a suit much like Roxas', making the blond wonder where he could be from and why he was at the same hotel. It wasn't until he walked past him to pay that the blond saw just how breathtaking he was, really hoping that it wasn't just the alcohol playing tricks on him, and Roxas found himself staring.

The other boy was strikingly handsome- tall and lanky yet notably built, his skin was pale, contrasting beautifully with the black suit he was wearing and he had long, wild, fiery red hair styled back in spikes. The red-head had loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt slightly and Roxas noted that his hair was slightly mused. He looked as if he'd had a long day.

As if he felt the intensity of which Roxas was watching him, the red-head turned and their eyes locked. Roxas' breath caught. The other male's eyes were the exact same acidic green as his drink, framed by long lashes. It was the most beautiful color he'd ever seen. The two remained that way for a moment longer, the red-head staring into the blond's cerulean just before smiling and Roxas somehow remembered how to breathe again. The blond opened his mouth to speak but before he could, Luxord stole away the red-head's attention.

Roxas drank his drink, sulking as the red-head paid. When he was done, the older male turned, beginning to slip away but not failing to glance back at Roxas one more time, smiling again before continuing on his way.

It was too much and the blond hurriedly finished his drink, setting the glass on the counter and heading off in the same direction that the red-head had. Roxas caught a glimpse of him as he rounded the corner to go up the elevator and cursed at how fast the other boy was. "Excuse me!" he called out, running after him afraid that it was in vain. Much to the blond's surprise, when he got to the elevators, the red-head was waiting for him.

"Yes?" he asked smoothly, leaning against the wall as Roxas caught his breath.

"I h-have to tell you something." The red-head blinked, looking genuinely curious. The blond's stomach churned. The alcohol made him braver… and stupider… than he would normally be.

"What is it?" he asked, approaching the blond. Roxas straightened as the man stopped in front of him.

"I don't know you, but I think you're ridiculously hot." The red-head smirked, leaning closer and suddenly there were hands on the blond's hips, drawing the smaller boy closer, much to Roxas' surprise.

"Well then, how about we get to know each other better, cutie," he purred in Roxas' ear. The small blond blinked in surprise then likewise smirked. He could tell that the red-head had had a bit to drink as well by the alcohol on his breath, just not how much. Perhaps he would have some fun tonight after all.

"My thoughts exactly." The blond's smirk widened further when lips pressed to his neck before pulling back. "Not here," he whispered, pressing his fingers to the red-head's lips. It wouldn't be good if someone happened across them. Especially if it was the other representative.

That impossibly wide smirk widened ever-so-slightly when the red-head pouted in response. Roxas stood on his toes to whisper in the other boy's ear, grasping his strong shoulders with his hands. "Come to room one thirteen in an hour if you want to play."

The red-head sighed impatiently, clearly unhappy with the idea. "Why not now," he whined, making Roxas' eyes light up.

"Because I said no," he whispered back. The blond nipped the other boy's ear before slipping into the elevator as it opened, pressing the button and getting away. Clearly the red-head would have to learn who was going to be in charge.

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Roxas lounged around his room casually as if the interlude earlier hadn't happened.

The blond removed his shoes before leisurely lying on the full bed that his room came with. He smiled up at the ceiling and checked his watch, wondering if the red-head could follow instructions.

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Precisely an hour and thirty-five minutes later, there was a knock on the blond's door. Roxas hesitated then went to the door, halfway opening it.

"You're late." The red-head in the doorway smirked.

"Something came up." Before Roxas could respond, the stranger was stepping into his room. The blond gasped as he was pressed against the wall. When he didn't resist, the red-head kissed him fiercely. Roxas halfway stared, trying to catch his breath after. He smirked.

"Yes, do come in. Make yourself at home. Sit on the bed will you?" The red-head mirrored his look.

"I don't think so—I like where I'm at." Roxas grasped those shoulders for a second time, standing on his toes so they were closer to the same height.

"Please?" he whispered against the red-head's lips. The other boy tried to kiss him again but he evaded it, smiling mischievously as he did. The red-head looked like he was weighing his options, calculating, then gave in, going to the bed and sitting on it.

Roxas shut the door, locking it, before approaching the red-head. Eyes glinting in a predatory manner, the blond straddled the red-head and roughly shoved him down. He grinned wildly before licking the other boy's lips and forcibly returning the red-head's kiss.

Said red-head gasped, gripping the smaller boy's shoulders and trying to push him back but stopped as the blond bit his lower lip before delving back in. After a few involved moments, Roxas pulled back. The red-head's face was horribly flushed. He closed his eyes, laughing, making a blond eyebrow rise.

"What?"

"I didn't think you'd be such a domineering little thing."

"Is that a problem?" Those acidic green eyes locked with expectant ocean blue.

"Yeah- I don't do submissive, honey." Roxas smirked gripping the red-head's wrists, holding them above his head.

"Well, that's too bad…," he said, sitting up and removing his tie tantalizingly slowly before securing it around the other boy's wrists then leaning in incredibly close, "especially since you think that I'm cute and I think that you're cute and I'm pretty sure we generally want the same thing- except you're not fucking me," he drawled, intending on a one night stand with the other boy. The red-head smirked.

"I'm not, am I?" Roxas grinned and he sat upright, grinding their hips together, shivering at the blissful feeling and the moan that accompanied it.

"No, you're not," he whispered, leaning back down. The red-head looked lost, beautiful emerald clouded. He moaned again, shuddering as Roxas repeated the action again and again and again before reclaiming those tempting lips.

The blond removed the red-head's already loosened tie then proceeded to unbutton the rest of his shirt as he pulled away, a trail of saliva still connecting them. "Is that still a problem for you?" he asked, hands running down the red-head's chest, thumbs running across his nipples. The red-head shivered, turned on by the fact that he was being forced into what was happening and the fact that he couldn't really resist. He'd had far too much to drink earlier. "Well?" The red-head shook his head.

"No," he whispered. That smirk returned to the blond's lips.

"Good."

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