Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Dances of Denial ❯ Because it's not enough ( Chapter 2 )

Thanks to you all who read! -hearts and kisses for all-

I wasn't expecting this story to get any attention for a while, so I'm happy!

 

Warnings: Shounen-ai, RikuxKairi, Chain fast food stores , hints of incest (shut up about it)

 

And I apologize for this taking so FREAKIN' LONG!

Feeling like hearing out excuses? Writers block and some seriously pilled on school work. High school sucks ass I swear…maybe college will suck more.

 

Let's get it started!

 

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Riku ran down the halls of the dormitories, dodging students here and there. There would be hell to pay if he was any later than he already was. Skidding to a halt in front of room fourteen he took two minutes in straightening up his appearance before knocking on the door.

There wasn't an immediate rush to the door from the inside, in a small act of inpatients he leaned against the door frame.

Beyond the wooden barrier he could hear a small scuffle and muffled shouts followed by a string of curses from both parties. It ended with a figure being tossed out a door. Said figure did a lovely job of recovering himself, while tripping over his feet and falling flat on his nose. Riku looked down at the guy's bum which was slightly off the ground in sympathy, only to find that it was the very same boy who insulted his taste in literature…and who, unknowingly, made him fail his English final.

His slight fuming was soon extinguished as the door swung back again.

“Riku…you're ten minutes late.”

 

Sora rubbed his nose furiously, holding back tears as he drug his feet back down the hall back to his dormitory. Geez…girls really knew how to take things the wrong way, he mused. He blamed girls for the way he was, honestly. Why go crazy guessing what they wanted when there was a perfectly good man knowing exactly how you felt. He sighed in defeat, his pace slowing in slight depression. He slowly took in his surroundings, noticing how the closer to his dorm he got, the messier everything seemed to be. The dull throbbing of his nose brought his thoughts back to the dorm he was so kindly kicked out of. Kairi had no right to get moody. He pouted to himself. And who was that guy?...Silver, silver…Riku. Before that night it was as if they were worlds apart…or maybe he just hadn't noticed him.

He groaned and kept on moving. It was times like these in which he liked to have a girlfriend. No such luck in that department.

He came up to his landing, in a few rooms his rowdy hall mates could be heard cheering for their football teams. Damn Sundays. The player couldn't hear them anyway. He sighed in slight disgust. Football…who needed it? All they did was tackle each other for a ball and smack each other with towels in the locker room…it's like high school…Man he missed high school. At least then he could steal glances at the oblivious boys.

 

Riku gave a happy sigh as he shut the door to Kairi's room and headed to his own. It made him wonder why he went to a gay bar in the first place when he had the perfect person right in front of him. It made him wonder why he was so eager to see that Cinnamon Kitten. Who strutted around the stage like he owned it! Little slut.

Though the thought itself made him pause, he was performing again tonight. The DJ had said so. And subconsciously Riku knew that he would be going back.

Kairi's face had somehow gotten closer. “You're spacing…” She stated.

Riku shook his head slightly, “No I wasn't…” No homo thoughts, no homo thoughts.

Kairi smiled and pecked him on the lips gently.

Cinnamon Kitten couldn't be that gentel, he assured himself.

“Let's go then.”

 

Sora sighed and flopped bonelessly on the twin sized bed, groaning. The boredom was chewing away at his sanity like an all you can eat buffet. He rolled over, trying to ignore the rowdy squabbling in the next room. His mom had once told him if he was fed up with dorm life, he could always come home…

And rolling over once more he blindly reached for his cell phone, which was blinking at him angrily.

`You have one new message, first new message, sent at 11: 34 AM: Sora! It's Roxas. I refuse to let you sit like a hermit on Sunday. You meet me at the café by 12, and if you don't I won't help you with make up tonight: To repeat the message press one, to save it press tw—`

Sora laughed a little bit, clicking the `end' button. There was nothing wrong with being a hermit during the day when you lived such an…interesting night-life…but he sucked majorly with makeup. He had realized that when he turned four and attempted to put on his mothers lipstick. Somehow it earned him a trip to the hospital and the tube of lipstick in his stomach.

So in fear of a repeat performance at the age of nineteen, he forced himself to stand up and search his wardrobe for something decent…or clean, whatever he found first.

 

Riku looked up at the sign on the shop. Kairi was a big fan of coffee and cake. Riku was more of a `cheap fast food' fan. But he resigned and followed his girlfriend inside the coffee shop. It was nice, not like Starbucks, not crowded, and it had a nice scent of grownd coffee beans. (Riku had always thought that Starbucks had too many people smelling like cologne) Kairi smiled.

“Isn't this nice?” She cooed sweetly, making her way to the casheer.

Riku nodded faintly, still taking in the seemingly polished wood walls. The floors were also hardwood, obviously freshly mopped. Seating capacity…20? Maybe, there weren't quite enough chairs for a huge crowed. There were a few people littered around the small coffee shop. All of them from the college he realized. As Kairi ordered for both of them, his eyes began to scan the place around. Just because he wasn't a pre-pubesent teen anymore didn't men that he still couldn't dislike students…and he would rather avoid sitting next to said students. (Immaturity stuck like glue)

 

Tidus, Wakka, Selphie...they were Kairi's friends he noticed, she was waving at them. There were several teachers snickering softly, amongst them were the psychology teacher, the football coach, and the biology teacher. And in the corner by the bathroom was him. He eyes paused to linger over the cinnamon brown hair.

Riku was overcome by an urge to drag Kairi out of there and back down the street to the Taco Bell.

 

Sora rested his head on his arms, looking up at Roxas through his bangs. In all honesty, Roxas never asked him out anywhere unless he wanted something from him. His stare became wary as Roxas opened his mouth and drew a breath.

“So...”

Sora's head lolled to the side.

“Are you going to tell me about him?”

Stare…glare... “What?”

“Last night,” Roxas pressed. “You walked backstage looking so freakin' happy.”

Sora blushed.

“Who is he?”

“None of your business.”

“Yes it is, as your cousin, and your best friend.”

Sora growled fainty. “You suck.”

“I've sucked you, now tell me.”

Sora's blushed went carmine red. “Someone in the crowed…that's the only time I've seen him.”

Roxas fixed him a stare. Both of them had the same blue eyes, the same color, the same shape. They looked like twin brothers rather than cousins. It was somewhat eerie.

“Fine.”

Roxas loved hastling his cousin about silly crushes. Though on top of all that, Sora was an overall pleasant person to be around.

 

Riku looked over at Kairi who was brining the tray over to their table, a table that Riku had specificly chosen so Sora wouldn't spot him, but he could easily see everything, including his lunch buddy, but of course that wasn't why he chose that spot, or chose the chair direction.

And as Kairi blabbed on, he looked over at the younger boy who was currently blushing red. It was fitting.

“Riku…are you even listening to me?”

“Sorry…” No homo thoughts, no homo thoughts…

Yes, he was defiantly going to go back…maybe it was just a passion faze, like in kindergarten when he kissed his best friend on the cheek, or in middle school, and high school…

 

The club scene never changes, Riku realized. The music was the same every night, and the lights were as seizure inducing as ever. On stage danced a figure with windswept blond hair that looked like a green-tinted rainbow beneath the lights, he laughed at the feather boa. The bodies continued to mingle in sex and sweat, it was hard to tell what drew people here. Maybe it was the sex. Though in the end, under the influence of several clear alcoholic shots he found it easy to mingle with the rest, though never forgetting to anticipate the announcement of the Cinnamon Kitten he had come here to see.

There was a slight pause in the music and movement as the PA system announced the clubs favorite dancer…

“Without further adeu, here is The Cinnamon Kitten!”

The base was slow, the voice low, and Kitten made his way on the stage, in silver stilettos.

Riku ambled his way to the stage, his buzzed mind trying to sneak a peak up the skirt. A somewhat Cheshire smile pasted itself on his face as he caught a glimps of what seemed to be a white g-string. How naughty, the lewd part of his mind snickered.

 

Sora's routine was calmer tonight, less like a porn movie, more like a night in his bedroom. Grabbing on to the pole he spun around slowly. Everything about his movements were like a feline's. Arching his back onto the pole he let out a breathy sigh probably only heard by those in the front.

Tonight, he could clearly see Riku nearly drooling by the edge of the stage. This was the third night, he realized, that the silver haired male had come to see him. Everyone says the third time's a charm.

Crouching down, and giving everyone behind him a lovely view of his unclothed backside (Buttfloss doesn't count as clothes), he licked slightly at Riku's ear, enjoying the purr of raw lust escaping the older boys lips. They looked like they were covered in a sheen of lip gloss as he licked his lips.

“How much do you have tonight?”

“Fifty…”

Sora gracefully hopped off the stage and pushed Riku back onto the chair, settling atop of lap and wrapping his arm around those broad shoulders, lacing his fingers through soft silver tresses and grinding down on Riku's lap.

Riku let out a strangled moan as he fought not to raise his hips against the Kitten. Sora's lips were nipping at his ear, behind it, and down his neck, enjoying how his prey thrashed below him, letting out small moans only heard by Sora over the loud beat.

 

Riku's eyes were closed out of ecstacy. It wasn't like he was a virgin. God no. He had Kairi after all…but there was something strangely erotic about having the same sex rubbing against your jeans, rubbing against something extremely sensitive, and Riku had a feeling that if the Kitten didn't stop, he'd be walking home wet. The Kitten didn't stop, his bare butt still rubbing, his teeth still nipping, and his hands wandering.

Riku knew for a fact that the dancers weren't allowed to go this far, he knew…the Kitten liked him. He knew. The kitten was slightly breathless as danced upon him, the thin flimsy material he called a skirt was tented, and something pressed at his lower abdomen. Riku let out an appreciative moan. God he was such a whore.

 

Sora could only smirk as Riku unsteadily heald out the fifty. Clibing off with one last grind he look the fifty and saftly tucked it in the string of his underwear.

 

So went the night as the Kitten pulled off layers…exposing himself almost fully after the skirt flew towards the floor. Sora never had his dignity at night. Sora had nothing but the money…that's what the world was about. And sometimes he thought that Riku wasn't enough to take that away.

 

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Aaaarg! It's done! I'm sooo freakin' sorry! And I hope this one was as good as the first chapter. T.T

 

♥ you all.