Rapture Rapes the Muses

Kill Me Romanticly [complete]

2008-09-23T06:01:17Z

Yaaaay something new after so long. I should really try to write more lolololol

Title: Kill Me Romantically
For: salve
Pairing: RikuRoku
Prompt: "Love Me Dead" by Ludo
Warnings: R for uhhh naughty stuff
Summary: You suck so passionately
You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature
finger-bangin' my heart

Flick flick flick. The never ending sound of knife nicking skin seemed to go on and on and on. Time slowed when blood was dripping down your arms, Riku decided. Too bad the blonde over him wouldn't stop.

It was easy enough. One swing of one of those big keyblades across the head meant instant concussion. Or at least it meant Riku would be out for a few hours. And once he woke up, he wasn't so sure where he was anymore. It was all dark behind his blindfold. The air smelled bad, like something was decaying. There was a constant drip coming from somewhere, and if that sound didn't drive him nuts, he wondered what could. All he knew was that his captor was Roxas. That slow laughing was enough to make that known, plus he had a body like Sora's and Riku knew from experience how that felt, how it moved. And the blonde was just... cutting him over and over, each slice way too shallow to leave any real damage but annoying enough to make Riku growl a little in protest. Plus it was cold without clothes on, and why the little bastard had a desire to chain him up naked in some weird, dank place was beyond him.

"You look annoyed."

If he had at least one arm free, he might have hit the kid. Of course he was annoyed, but he just growled in his throat, causing Roxas to chuckle.

"I'm just playing. You were too boring before, but I made you interesting. So how about we play a game?" Roxas mused and that knife was poking Riku's cheek, digging into the cut skin a little. But he didn't flinch like Roxas probably expected him to.

"What game?" His voice came out in a croak. How long had he actually been out if his throat was so dry?

"Twenty questions. So why are you following me?" The blonde leaned against him and he shivered. It was cold, he was starting to realize. Especially in his naked state. But Riku kept silent.

"Okay, who do you work for?" Roxas was going to be relentless as long as he had the other in such a compromising position, but Riku could be just as stubborn.

"You'll regret not answering."

Silence.

"Fine, one more question." Roxas spat out, quivering against the other in anger. "You're not blind are you? So why do you wear that thing? You don't need it."

That blade brushed against Riku's cheek again and up under the blindfold, pulling it free. Riku blinked. Even in the gloom, it was still too bright after those first few months in complete darkness.

"Are you going to answer?"

Still silence. Riku took the time to look around. It was a gloomy little room that looked like part of a basement. But other than that he wasn't so sure. Water dripped from the ceiling to form puddles on the floor and there didn't seem to be any windows or doors. However, he was pulled short from his thoughts as a hand grabbed his hair, jerking his head up roughly.

"If you're blind I suppose you don't really need these." Roxas tapped the side of Riku's face with the blade, right under his eye. "Or if you really can see, there's no point in having a blindfold. It's a waste, but I can fix that."

"What are you-?" But Roxas was impatient. There would be no finishing that question as the blade was all ready sinking up under Riku's eye lid, sliding up under the eye with a sickening squelch.

"Oh hush, you love it." Roxas gave another quiet chuckle as Riku screamed, entire body shaking violently as he struggled to free himself. Roxas grabbed his chin, pressing the knife in deeper and lifting it, levering the eye up to stare madly at the ceiling. After a bit more work it eventually snapped out of the socket to plop into Riku's lap.

"I could probe your little brain this way," Roxas said matter of factly, loud enough to be heard over Riku's mantra of curses and tears, and he leaned down in front of the other, dabbing at the blood with a finger before sliding it in curiously. "I wonder if I could poke your brain."

Riku shuddered, voice dying down, but body still twitching and spasming at the pain as Roxas' finger poked and prodded. He let out a small, whimpering sigh of relief when the blonde retracted his finger, popping it into his mouth with a curious little hum.

"I think I'll keep you," Roxas grinned, lapping at the hole with his tongue, and hugging the other to him, almost protectively, and petting his hair back like a mother would to a child. "We can play all the time now."

A/N: Ummm.... yeah I got nothing for this.

And I am off to bed. Good night.

stuff and things [complete]

2008-07-22T08:27:21Z

Just two things I all ready wrote and posted at khyaoi and rikuroku

Title: Bones.
Pairing: slight Riku/Roxas centric
Rating: pg for drug abuse
Summary: dig through the soil to get to your bones.

All that was left on the kitchen counter was a note: "If you were to die. I think I'd dig a hole next to your grave and lie quietly by your bones."

He wasn't sure what to make of it. Roxas had always been a little odd when in one of those hypnotic, drug induced states. Notes were common. He'd stick each one on the little tack board in his room and forget about it until one of those nights when he was bored or feeling philosophical. Most people probably would have thrown the cryptic notes in the garbage can in disgust. After all, no one really wanted to see a friend out of their right state of mind.

Roxas wasn't one of those comical druggies. He wasn't a psychotic one either. He'd just sit in his room, facing the north wall and tap his fingers rapidly over the little notebook he always carried. Riku had never seen him without that book when he was tripping. There was one time when Roxas had misplaced it and began to have what people call a "bad trip." It ended with him huddled on the floor in a little ball until Riku finally found the damned thing under the blonde's bed and gave it to him. He had never seen the other so relieved.

So he'd sit there, facing the wall, and he'd just tap tap tap away at the little notebook until apparently, a random thought strikes him and he'd write it down. It usually ended on Riku's desk; a little note like "do yo hear the world behind the wall?" and "humans really only live about 80-90 years. That's not really all that long if you think about it Riku."

People told him he should probably be alarmed by Roxas' behavior, but the kid didn't seem to be hurting anyone so he supposed it was okay. But he never really understood those silent nights when Roxas would crawl into bed with him, curling against his side.

"I'm an excavator," Roxas would laugh silently.

"And how is that?" Riku knew better than to indulge him, but he supposed every once in a while wouldn't hurt.

"I dug all this way just to find you." By the way the blonde was kicking at the blankets, it was clear he had just spent a very long journey underneath them to find the other's body.

"And what will you do now that you've found me?" But the blonde's task was done and he was all ready silently drifting off to sleep. As his breath slowed to shallow little huffs, Riku wondered if he'd ever wake up again.

Title: The Night Shift
Pairing: Just Sora and Roxas centric
Rating: R for blood and gore stuff?
Summary: Sora hated working nights.

He was picking red off his fingers.

"Hey Roxas?" Sora asked from his perch on a particularly cold slab of marble.

The other responded with a noncommittal grunt from below the other's seat.

"Ever get tired of, you know, this?" Sora waved idly at the sanguine earth and the midnight sky, and at his breath, which was coming out in small puffs. It was supposedly one of the coldest nights of the year.

"At least the stars are pretty," was the blonde's answer. And Sora looked up to confirm. They were, in fact, quite clear in the winter's night sky.

"Star gazing aside, it's cold and I'm hungry, and I don't like waiting for the boss's crony to have to come and check on us." Sora huffed. Getting his pants all dirty has put him in a bad mood.

Roxas got up from where he was attempting to take a quick nap and shrugged. "Could be worse, I suppose. Could be snowing."

Sora grinned a little. This was his favorite game. "And he could have been immune to the poison."

"And you could have missed and hit yourself with the axe." Roxas joined in without missing a beat. Little, silly games like this always made them feel better. "Anyway, that's his car. Let's get going."

Sora hopped off the grave stone eagerly, and wrenched his pick axe out of the dead man's chest with a little effort. The sharp end had pierced the guy deep and it was kind of difficult to tug it out of bone.

They walked over to the car's trunk, grabbing the necessary tools. Sora got to work chipping out the man's teeth. Sometimes the stubborn things wouldn't want to come out and he's had to cut at the gums a little with a knife so he could wrench it out with pliers. It was grueling but necessary. There were to be no teeth for a policeman's dental records.

Roxas would bleach down the area to remove any evidence before dousing the body in gasoline, setting it on fire. They'd watch the skin char and blacked for a fascinated moment before leaving the scene.

It was going to be good to go home, eat, and wash off. Sora thought he might as well go to bed right after.

They'd need rest for the next night's job.

***
I love blood.

Pet; [complete]

2008-07-22T08:09:14Z

Something I meant to get done along time ago. But why not do it now at 4 a.m. when I am suffering from bad night terrors?

Title: Pet
'For: lorei [I finally ddiiiiiiddd it]
Prompt: His little whispers./Love Me. Love Me./That's all I ask for./Love Me. Love Me./He battered his tiny fists to feel something./Wondered what it's like to touch and feel something./Monster./How should I feel?/Creatures lie here. Looking through the window...
Pairings: Riku/Roxas
Rating: a pretty solid R
Warnings: for disturbing imagery :B
Summary: Riku didn't like the light, but it had its good moments

He wasn't sure just how many months he'd been down there. The pain in his back had dulled down to a little numbness. It didn't even bleed anymore, which was good. He didn't like the feeling of it dripping down his spine, plopping gruesomely on the floor, and just settling in a pool. It took days to absorb into the cement floor or evaporate in the damp air.

He had forgotten what it felt like to see too, but he was grateful for the pitch black world beyond his blindfold. It made it a little easier to deal with. After all, what was the point of removing the damned thing if he couldn't see in the dark anyway? It made it easier to face the light when it did come streaming into his little domain too.

He couldn't face the light. It hurt his eyes and frazzled him too much. But he knew it was a good thing, because it brought good things. Whenever he heard the big metal door creak open, the sound of rust and metal sliding over concrete so grating to him in his silent world, he knew who was coming.

So when he heard that noise, and could feel the light on his skin, he didn't withdraw like he used to. He couldn't actually fathom the time when he was terrified of that door or what it brought. That time long ago seemed silly to him. But maybe he was just cranky because the mold growing on the walls had gotten too smelly, or it was way back when his back would drip constantly. Either way, he welcomed that noise now.

He also welcomed those too familiar footsteps walking towards him. He had never seen the person's face, but he knew him by his footsteps. And that was enough. Because he knew what these visits meant. Something was thrown in front of him and he heard it scuttles frantically, like it was trying to escape. But with the lack of sight, he had learned how to pinpoint locations by sounds, and this thing was definitely not caring how much noise it made. So he grabbed it up quickly, instantly popping it in his mouth. It squished, and he had a bit of trouble biting through the little bones, but after a few little squeals, it lie limp in his mouth and he gobbled it up greedily with a content little sigh.

He could feel the person stepping closer, patting him on the head, cooing at him.

"Good boy, Riku. I'l bring you some more tomorrow,"

He reached into the other's touch despite how it hurt his back a little bit. After all, the metal hooks that pierced through his skin that kept him chained to the wall always seemed to want to stretch the skin and make him bleed. He stopped before it could, and scuttled back into the darkness as the provider for his meal walked up the steps again, out into the light.

***

Roxas locked the door to his basement securely before grabbing his brief case and straightening his tie. He made a mental note to pick up more rats at the pet store right after work.

derp

I'd Dodge a Bullet For You [complete]

2008-05-26T07:51:41Z

x-posted to khyaoi.

I don't even fucking know why I wrote this. I am such a spaz.

Title: I'd Dodge a Bullet For You
Pairings: None, really. Unless you count brotherly Sora/Roxas
Rating: pg-13 to r?
Warnings: blood and character death
Summary: Sora would do anything for his brother, even kill.

"We should go back to my house." Sora grinned over his ice cream at the dirty blonde sitting in front of him. It was Hayner, a boy from his algebra 2 class who was too involved with napping or staring at the pretty girls in class to bother with equations.
"Your house?" Hayner stared incredulously at him. "Listen, it was weird inviting me here, but go to you house? That's a little gay, dude."

"No, no, no." Sora smiled at him, laughing slightly. "I meant. Well, you know, Roxas hasn't seen you in a while, so..."

"Roxas?" Hayner's expression darkened, something uncharacteristic for him. "He wants to see me?"

"Yeah, he misses all of his friends, you know. He asked me to ask you if you'd come and visit. So that 's the real reason I invited you out." Sora scratched the back on his neck sheepishly. "I'm sorry, he just seems really dead set on seeing you and clearing up everything."

Hayner's expression soured for a split second before he looked up, resigned. "All right. I want to see him."

"Thank you." Sora gave a sigh of relief, paying for the both of them before exiting the ice cream parlor, Hayner in tow.

Sora's house wasn't in the town like most of the students. It was a small place about five miles from the outskirts of town that involved taking a bus and walking a distance on an old gravel road to get to. Sora was used to this trek, but he continued speaking happily to Hayner to keep his companion's spirits up. After all, Hayner had never been to their house, but the blonde seemed to be fine despite the growing awkwardness between them. He hadn't seen Roxas in at least a year or two after all that had happened. He wondered if the other had really forgiven him and the others.

"Hey Sora, why did he just ask for me?" He risked questioning as they made their way down the well beaten gravel path.

"He doesn't have the strength to have too many visitors," Sora said, shrugging. "So I told him to see you guys one at a time."

Hayner decided that this was a good enough reason and continued walking, wiping his brow. It was hot even in the shade of the trees. Summer vacation was approaching upon them, and it was all ready extremely humid. He supposed that was what you got for living so close to the sea.

Not long passed before they reached the house. It was not a lonely little place tucked away in the woods, nor did it overpower the lush surroundings. It was an old house made completely of wood, painted a cheery red that had begun to chip over the years. Vines wrapped their way around its frame in a way that was more aesthetically pleasing than wild looking. The whole place seemed to sink into its surroundings as if the very thought of removing the house from this area would be like taking a way a piece of the wood. Hayner had a moment to stare in awe before being ushered in by the brunette.

"Roxas is taking a nap," Sora said, leading the other into the living room. "When he wakes up, I'll get him. but for now I can get you a drink if you'd like?"

Hayner nodded, taking a seat on the couch after Sora had gestured for him to sit, and the brunette walked down a hall into what Hayner presumed to be the kitchen area. He came back minutes later with a glass of lemonade in his hands, which Hayner took gratefully. They sat in a silence that would have almost made the blonde's skin crawl if he wasn't so occupied looking around the room. The whole place was dark, the only light filtering in from the minimal light outside. It seemed Sora had forgotten to turn on the lights.

They were old, ornate looking lamps, creme colored with a rose petal design. The whole room seemed to have a unique and ornate feel about it, but it mostly looked old. Yes, that was the only way to describe it. There was the slight musk of mold and dust in the air. The place didn't seem to get much light at all, and everything seemed dusty and unused. Even the red carpeting underneath his feet sent waves of dust when he applied pressure. Normally Hayner would have forgotten his manors and just asked if anyone ever cleaned the place, but the setting was enough to wilt any talking as he sipped lemonade in silence.

"So." Sora started, and Hayner nearly choked on his drink due to the abrupt break in the silent, oppressing room. "Are you ready to talk to Roxas about it?"

"Yeah," Hayner replied sheepishly, running a hand through his hair.

"Will you apologize to him? For leaving him all alone when you should have stayed with him like a good friend?" The tone Sora had was biting, and he looked up at the other with an indescribable look.

"Hey." Hayner stood up, affronted. "This is between him and me. I'll apologize for what I think I need to apologize for."

"You blinded him." Sora barked back, bitterly. "You left him alone and he went blind."

"It wasn't my fault the place was dark! He's the one who tripped and fell onto the..." Hayner's fists were clenched, teeth gritted as he watched the other accuse him.

"I know what you did. You and the others brought Roxas over to the abandoned house not too far away from here. You thought it would be fun to see who was brave enough to spend the night there without chickening out. And then, when you got scared, you and all your little friends ran off, leaving Roxas by himself. And when he ran trying to catch up with you, he tripped and fell on the floor. There were rusted nails sticking out of those boards you know!" Sora didn't stand up, nor did he raise his voice over a venemous whisper, but the threat was there all the same.

Hayner huffed, slamming his drink down on the coffee table in front of him. "I'll come back when I'm not going to be yelled at."

He didn't even bother saying any more. He just up and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Outside, the wind blew through all the trees, scattering leaves around him in torrents. Hayner wrapped his arms around himself, shivering. When had the day that started out so hot become this cold? He figured it was because the sun was setting, casting even more shadows than before. It would be a bit of a long way home, but he thought he could manage.

There was a rustling from behind, and he spun around quickly, expecting Sora to come up wailing, but there was no one. Just the wind blowing the fallen leaves around and the pounding of his own heart. He forced a smile on his face. Just his imagination. That was when it hit him, or rather poked him. There was something prodding his back and he turned around to see Sora, holding out a baseball bat high above his head. Before Hayner could react, the thing came swinging down, smacking him hard in the jaw. If he hadn't jumped away a little, it might have killed him, but the sickening crack of the bones breaking was enough to let him know it was broken.

Pain seared through his face as he let out a cry and backed away, but the other was persistent, running at him, and swinging the bat again, this time right above the blonde's head. Hayner's body crumpled to the ground, blood starting to pour from his pounding temple. With a cry, Sora brought the bat down again, bashing at the other's skull until there was a crack, blood oozing out to mix with fractured bone and brain matter. Sora didn't even register the other's cries over his own manic panting. After all was said and done, he threw the bat down, looking at the other's mangled head and limp body. With a smile, he reentered the house.

"Sora?" A muffled voice came from up the stairs and Sora walked to the base of the steps to see Roxas staring down at him. Even in the dim light, he could see the other's shining, milky eyes looking off blankly.

"Ah, up from your nap, sleepy head?" Sora laughed.

"Only because you woke me up. What was all that noise?" Roxas smiled none the less, starting his slow decent down the stairs.

"Stupid rabbits trying to get into the strawberry patch again. I scared them off." Sora shrugged.

"And the strawberries are saved." Roxas laughed, finally making it to his brother and resting a hand on his shoulder. "You're always watching out for this place."

"Well, mom and dad have been gone for a while. I have to. I'm always going to take care of you, Roxy. No matter what."
***

A/N: I like Hayner 8'D
I like killing characters in violent ways even more. Om nom.

Critiques are welcome, especially for spelling errors seeing as it's 4 in the morning and I'm too lazy to proof this.
I'm a sped for writing this. It was the most random thing ever. I blame lack of sleep.

Good day!

Waiting for a Cracked Moon [complete]

2008-03-03T21:15:07Z

The first of a few drabbles written for the rikuroku community. Also, cross posted to khyaoi

Title: Waiting for a Cracked Moon
For: riku_replica
Prompt: Monsters in the closet
Pairing: Roxas/Riku
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Humans are always like that, right? Selfish and petty. They'd break the moon if they could get what they wanted.
A/N at end of story

Ever since he was a little boy, Riku had been told that monsters existed.

"Not that make believe "Monsters under my bed" kind of shit," he remembered vividly what his drunk father had said. "No. Real monsters. The kind that took your mom and shot us all to hell."

He was young when it happened, but he remembered the night his mother was taken away. She had been screaming and there had been blood everywhere. Shards of glass were sticking here and there from where she had made the jump that would have killed her quickly if not for his father coming home at just the moment to see her do it and call an ambulance. Riku was later found, locked in his closet where his mother had left him. Not soon after she had been admitted to the hospital, she had died.

Riku's father had taken it in stride, though on some lonely nights when he was at his weakest, he would drink and go on about the monsters of the world. Riku would just nod and help him to bed before going up to his room for the night. There he would crawl into bed and watch the bright moon illuminate his small closet door through his sky roof. On nights when he himself was feeling nostalgic, he'd think back on the different stories his mother always had handy.

"You see," she would say, cradling an egg in her palm. "The moon gets lonely too, sometimes. It becomes sad and fragile, just like this little egg. It can crack easily."

With that she'd make an example of the egg and crack it, letting the yolk spill over in a bowl to be stirred. Sometimes Riku would look at the broken and discarded egg shell, at all the tiny membranes and shards. The moon was a fragile thing indeed, he'd think before moving to follow his mother into the living room to watch T.V.

On the 12th anniversary of his mother's passing is when he heard it. It started as a little scratching coming from the direction of his closet. His father suggested it might be mice, and wrote a note to call an exterminator soon. Riku was satisfied with this answer and left it at that.

A few nights passed without any noise until the fifth night when it started up again. Riku sat up dazedly, glaring at the closet door and stumbling over in his half awakened state. He swung the door wide, searching for the source of the noise. When he found nothing, he huffed and rubbed an eye blearily.

"You know, sometimes the moon gets lonely too," came a sullen voice behind him, and he spun around to see a figure sitting on his bed, looking lazily out of the sky roof. The moon shone over blonde hair and impossibly blue eyes that turned to look at him solemnly.

"Who the hell are you?" Riku stated as calmly as the situation would allow, watching the other.

"You were calling, and now the moon is broken," the other chided, shaking his head at Riku as if he were a little child. He stood, the light of the moon making him glow ethereally in the gloom. "What do you want?"

"What I want is for you to get out of here. I don't know what you're talking about."

"You'd break the moon to get what you want. All of you humans are the same," the blonde rolled his eyes. "Selfish and petty."

"I said leave!" Riku's mounting anger made his voice rise the slightest bit, but he held himself in check for fear of waking his father or making this psycho do something hasty. "Or I'm calling the cops."

"What do you want?" The other snapped, advancing forward without the slightest sign of caution. "It took me a while to get here, you know, so I'm not leaving that easily. Didn't you hear the scratching?"

"You were making that noise? How?"

"I was digging."

"Digging?" Riku asked, allowing the other to come near but keeping his guard up and watching the other wearily. "How? And Why?"

"I was digging my way out of that thick psyche of yours. It's tough digging through all that self pity you have ," the blonde smiled at him finally, but it was slightly bitter. "My name is Roxas. And you broke the moon to get me here."

With that, the other closed the distance, grabbing Riku's flailing arms with a grip far too strong for such a little thing, and kissed him hard.

"To put simply, I'm the skeleton in your closet. You let me grow and grow until you just couldn't take it anymore. And you called me here for no reason. Which means I get to take what I want from you. I had to dig through all of your uncertainties to get here anyway. Fears is a dense substance, believe it or not," Roxas shrugged smugly and grabbed Riku around the waist, pulling him into another kiss.

***
The moon, having fulfilled its nightly duties, made way for the sun and Riku found himself lying on his back, staring up at the sky roof. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, hoping that whatever happened was just some strange dream that could be contemplated and laughed at later. Movement beside him proved that it was not, though he didn't bother sitting up, just looked at the glowing blonde, whose light seemed to dim as the moon set.

"I'll be back when you call me again. Next time, have a better excuse," he huffed, moving to stand. He dressed himself and walked towards the closet, giving one last bitter smile before stepping into the small space and closing the door behind him. Riku didn't have to check to know he had gone for now.

---

A/N: Lunacy was once thought to be brought on by the phases of the moon. Lame metaphor is lame.

I am tired, I want a nap. l3

001

2007-07-30T05:46:54Z

First entry which so happens to be a birthday drabble for rufuswashere Happy birthday!

Prompt: Ice cream
Author: chibinekodoll
Pairing: RokuSora
Summary: Sora has a gift for someone special
Rating: G//fluff

Sora grinned to himself and at all the opened presents lying helter-skelter around his bedroom floor. Today had been his seventeenth birthday, and thus all of his friends had ran over at one point or another to bestow upon him various gifts and sweets for him to enjoy. It was now pretty late, and any last minute gifts would probably arrive by mail.

He swung his feet over his bed and kicked at the air excitedly. There was one last gift he needed to get, though it wasn’t for him. He headed downstairs into the kitchen. His parents had all ready headed off to bed, deciding to wash cake dishes and such tomorrow morning. He went to the freezer, extracting a small white tub and placed it on the table.

“Hey Roxas,” he whispered to nothing. Even so, the air started to change, as if it were distorting and ripping away. Then there appeared Roxas, the one he had been calling for, staring at him curiously.

“What is it?”

“Well, I know that they don’t have sea salt ice cream on Destiny Islands so,” Sora trailed off, scratching the back of his head with a bit of embarrassment. He pushed the tub in front of the blonde, looking hopeful.

With a quizzical look, Roxas took the tub, opening it to reveal a blue green substance that he instantly recognized to be sea salt ice cream. He looked up in shock, though there was a hint of delight there as well.

“How?” He started before shaking his head and grinning slightly.

“Happy birthday, Roxas! I know it isn’t in a bar form, but I begged my mom to find the recipe and make it for you,” Sora grinned back, sitting on the table by the tub.

“Happy birthday?” Roxas had never had a birthday before, seeing as time seemed to always get lost when living in a place like The World that Never Was.

“Yeah, today is you birthday to, you know!” Sora said, rolling his eyes. “You deserve something too.”

Roxas glanced wordlessly at the tub of thawing ice cream. He really didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t had an experience like this except for within Sora’s memories. He looked up at Sora, looking as if he was trying to figure out what to say. In the end, a simple thank you came out and he looked away, embarrassed.

“Well, go on, eat it. Mom made it so it can’t be all that bad. Don’t just stand there or it’ll melt!” Sora grinned and took a small glob of the blue green treat and smeared it on Roxas’ nose. With an indignant huff, Roxas too took a small glob and rubbed it against Sora’s cheek. With a fit of laughter and grins they ate the ice cream, not missing any chances to get it in each other’s hair and down each other’s shirts. Sora knew his parents would wake up next morning, an even worse mess on their hands.

***
And then they had ice cream sex =D Hope you like.

This is a test

2007-07-18T16:50:49Z

Testing testing, more to come soon 8D