Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Dances of Denial ❯ Just a name ( Chapter 3 )

Holy gosh! Another update!

I dunno I think spring break means more `me' time :3

Which means more time to be bored and write! Fear it.

 

Man do I have no life.

 

Anywayz, yes

 

Let's get it started!

 

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“He was there again wasn't he?”

Sora looked only looked at the reflection in the mirror. “Bug off, Roxas.” He muttered. It was a pathetic attempt at sounding nonchalant.

Roxas could only snicker as his left arm came to rest on Sora's glitter bathed shoulders.

“Admit it, sweetie, you like it when he's there. You dance better.”

Sora shoved the arm off, half growling, half pouting. “You don't dance any better.”

“Ouch, Sora, ouch.”

 

The unpredictable thing (despite meteorological advances) about living on an island was the weather. One day the sky would be clear and the sun would beat down on everybody's heads, the next a marine layer would move in and the said sun would only weakly shine through.

Today was one of those days, so said the window with the lack of curtains. Sora had always thought they were unnecessary and little dust accumulators. Groaning, the said boy rolled over indolently, attempting to nestle into his pillow. Despite the lack of bright sun light, those were some very bright clouds. At some point, he could swear there was something breathing over his pillow covered head.

“Roxas….it's six thirty…” He groaned. It was only an assumption, but he deemed it too dark to be any later. (Despite is previous complaint of bright clouds of course.)

“Sora, it's almost noon and you just missed first period.” A pause. “And I'm not Roxas.”

Sora spared this stranger a single annoyed glance, only coming to stare at a belt covered crotch. Blinking he tossed the pillow aside, and with a huge grin he pounced.

“LEON!”

The loud crash that followed seemed to arouse the late risers, seeing as the pounding on the walls served to make more inanimate object to fall on Leon's poor head.

“Good morning…” He grumbled.

Sora's grinning never faltered as he sat atop a man who looked like he could pass for his brother. Kind of like Roxas, only not blonde, and a lot taller.

“Did you miss me?” He bubbled, wiggling his hips.

Leon's look softened slightly. “No. But the professor did.”

 

Riku ambled down the halls, an irritated look graced his features. As he shoved past a few innocent bystanders, his mind raced with those sinful acts of the previous night. It made the blood run to his head. He wanted to bang his head on the wall, he had Kairi! Kairi should be enough! Kairi was a good person, a decent person with morals. Kairi was a girl. Sighing in frustration he opted for sitting on a bench and gripping his soft silver locks. Kairi wasn't enough. He deemed it pathetic. He considered it immoral, to think that a person he didn't know the Christian name of, could arouse him so easily, without a single touch. And how this one person could do the same to a crowd of perverse strangers. Not that he judged himself any different. He had been the one person the Kitten had willingly touched. Did that make him different?

 

“Soooo…does this mean I get to skip out on second period?”

“No.”

“But we could spend the day together!”

“No.”

“I'm bad company?”

“No…”

“So you liiiiiike me?”

“Maybe.”

“Then spend the day with me!”

“No.”

“I'll make it worth your whiiiile.” And despite the slight whine at the end, Leon couldn't help bite his lip.

“Sora don't do that?”

The devious expression never left the younger ones face. “Do what?” It was the same tone of voice. And Leon's bottom lip was still trapped between his teeth.

“That voice…”

“But I mean it…I'll make it worth your while…”

The smaller body pressed up against Leon's, small puffs of hot breath danced across his neck, tickling the fine hairs towards the back.

“Sora…”
“Please? Roxas isn't here…I'm bored.”

“Whore.”

“Just a strip dancer, thank you.”

“Go to class.”

“Shit.”

 

There was something about the second period that seemed to calm Riku's nerves. Though the silver haired boy sat towards the back, it gave him a sort of birds eye view of the current crowd that sauntered in almost sleepily, not that he paid close attention to whom it was that walked in. The buzz of light chatter numbed his brain from thought as he blindly looked through the students down to the far away over-head projector.

“So I said, he's crazy! It's not like I actually dance better!”

Riku blinked twice.

Dancer?

“Maybe he's right?”

“No way! Besides, maybe he won't be there tonight!”

That voice.

“Just take a seat damn it.”

Riku's eyes began to focus on the students, began to focus and search for one thing, locks of spiky cinnamon.

The very same color crossed his vision once, but there was a definite lack of spikes.

Disapointed he began to space out again, seeing as how that voice was no longer heard, and seeing as how the professors drone had replaced it, and the mindless buzz. And as the drone lulled him, his mind wandered towards the flashing lights.

 

“Riku…it's just us…”

The voice was light and breathy, it brushed against his ear and sent pleasant shivers down his spine. Soft thin fingers combed through his hair. He couldn't help but purr.

The Kitten moaned as he ground his hips down onto his, it was a breathy moan that ghosted on his neck. He let out a soft sigh.

“Kitten…”

“Meow…what does master want Kitten to do?” He purred.

Riku lifted his hips against the Kittens, rubbing the forming bulge.

“Master!”

“I want you to scream…”

 

THUMP! Rustle, rustle…

 

“Eh?”

There was a resounding snicker as Riku bent to pick up the fallen items. Curse gravity.

 

“So I heard you fell asleep?”

“And?”

“RIKU!”

He winced. Kairi was a wonderful person…a wonderful person with a shrill voice.

“I'm just tired…”

“Then stop going out…” She pouted. “I'm afraid you'll meet someone there…”

Riku fixed her a stare. Though in the back of his mind, he knew that Kairi's fears were somewhat confirmed…in a very unorthodox way.

“I'll try…”

And once again, in the back of his mind, he knew that he'd be visiting Kitten again. And he knew that he'd have to get his name…Thinking back to it, he had never spent as much money on Kairi in one week, than he had on Kitten.

 

The buzz was louder than any classroom ever would be, and the scent of bodies with perfume was slightly nauseating. Sora ambled around with graceful ease as he sought the mirror. It was smeared with lipstick.

“Roxas…help?”

Like magic, his cousin was by his side. “Goddamn it…you need to learn to put your own make up on.”

Sora pouted and pulled Roxas down, pecking him on the lips. “But I love you! And I love how you do my make up.” Flattery, if all else fails, flattery.

Roxas rolled his eyes and crouched. “Close your eyes then.”

 

Riku was sure that by now, he had memorized Kitten show time, and by now he had memorized the time he had to be there. He sat amongst those strange people in the front. Those who threw money in rolls. Amongst the dances, he could swear that he saw a familiar face…

 

“He's out there. In the front.”

Roxas always had the turn before Sora…

The brunette blushed. “Bitch…” He mumbled, before pulling back the curtain.

With a slight stumble, he smiled, a sultry smile and his routine began. Out of the corner of his eyes, the same flash of silver from the two previous nights caught his attention. In a slight act of rebellion against his cousin, for a while, he deliberately ingnored Riku.

 

In turn, Riku grumbled, he sat by the edge of the stage, a dull pounding somewhere in his neither region, his hand held out yet another fifty, his obvious attempt to catch Kitten's attention. He vowed that by the end of the night, he'd learn his name.

“Desperate aren't you?”

“You wish…”

The fifty was snatched as he was somewhat vehemently pushed back. Kitten's rightful place was taken as he began to once again grind against Riku. In time with the beat, he couldn't help but place his hands on Kitten's hips, raising his own. It was a public recreation of his second period fantasy. Even Kitten's breath was that of what he imagined.

He moaned against Kitten's neck, still fervently rocking his hips against the others, a slight heat pooling at his lower stomach.

“A name…” He panted.

Kitten paused in mid thrust. “What?”

Riku kept the pace. “You name.”

Kitten made to get up, surprised when Riku's strong arms pulled him back down.

“All I want is a name, Kitten…”

He could see him biting his lip, and in a barely audible whisper he could hear a faint, “Sora.”

 

Sora's heart rate made his chest constrict rather painfully. Riku's arm had not left their resting point at his hips. He whimpered slightly, he could still feel Riku's half-hearted thrusts. He whimpered louder.

“Let me go, please…”

The arm reluctantly disentangled themselves from him…and shakily he made his way back on stage.

He had known that Riku would never have been a great distraction from this harsh reality. His harsh reality being that perhaps Riku was just another one of those people who lusted for his touch…

He grabbed the pole and turned away.

He was the first person ever to ask for his name…

He wondered…could he deal with his reality?

 

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Wow that was shit-tacular. I swear…

Well once again fear it, this is what I get for trying to write after midnight.

Just call it a small spark of inspiration.

 

Anyway, yes. Thank you for reading my lovlies.