Anything But the Ordinary

The tall lanky red head was making his way out to the kitchen. He could hear water boiling as he drew closer. “Hey Dem,” he said as he scratched at his chin. “Whatcha doin’?”

Demyx turned to face his friend, “Makin’ mac ‘n’ cheese. Want some?”

Axel sat down at the dining table. “Nah, I’m good. Thanks anyway.”

Demyx shrugged and turned back to his pot, adding the pasta.

The slightly taller boy sat, staring off into nowhere, and turned the salt shaker over in his hand. He set it down and drummed his fingers on the table. Biting at his bottom lip, he turned towards his friend again. He took a deep breath, “Hey Dem?”

“Hmm?“ the blonde asked while stirring the shaped noodles around.

Axel hesitated slightly before continuing. “Hey Dem… um. So, you dig guys as well as girls, right?”

Demyx stopped stirring as his eyebrow perked. He slowly turned his body to face Axel, “Yeeeah? And?”

Axel was suddenly very interested in his feet, “Well, it’s just. I was wondering.” He struggled to find the right words, “I just mean. Like, is it different? Kissing! I mean, the kissing. Of course the rest is different, that’s obvious. I just mean, ya know. Like. Is it weird?”

Demyx took a few steps closer, a sly smirk now adorning his face, “Ok, one question at a time.” He took a seat at the table with Axel. “First off, yes, it’s a little different. The kissing. Girls have small, soft lips and usually have like lipstick or lip gloss or what have you on. Guys have larger, rougher lips and no lipstick. Usually.” He chuckled. “And now, is what weird? Kissing a guy? No, not really. Not for me anyway.”

“Well, no. I mean. Is it weird to be with a guy in general," Axel prompted.

“Oh, well. No. I mean, it’s just different, but not weird. See, women, they’re curvy and delicate and have wonderfully soft breast.” He pantomimed cupping a woman’s breasts. “And thighs that scream ‘caress me!’ And asses that you just can‘t help but squeeze.” He thought for a moment, “And men, well, they’re strong and solid. They have delectable pecs and abs that just beg to have you run your hands up and down them. And they have sturdy, protective arms that hold you tightly and make you never want to leave.” He shrugged. “Men and women are just different, but no, nothing’s really weird.” Demyx walked back over to the stove and removed his pot from the burner.

“Hmm…” Axel sat lost in thought again.

Once the blonde had drained his pasta and returned the pot to the stove, he glanced over at his friend again. A look of suspicion on his face. “Why you asking anyway?”

“Huh?” Axel slowly looked over at his friend, “Oh… I just… I was kind of wondering what it’s like to kiss another guy.” The red head didn’t even blush. He was never really embarrassed when it came to sharing his thoughts. Cautious yes, but never embarrassed.

Demyx sauntered back over to Axel, his curiosity now peaked. “Really? Well, if you’re not too particular about who the other guy is, I’d be willing to answer your question.”

The red head looked up at his friend, considering the offer. “You swear you won’t tell anyone?”

“Have I ever spilled one of your secrets yet?”

Axel considered some more, “Kay, but seriously, don’t tell anyone, alright?”

“Cross my heart,” Demyx assured him while tracing an ‘X’ over his chest.

The blonde pulled a chair out from the table and placed it next to Axel. He sat down. The taller boy turned in his seat to face his friend. Demyx sat patiently, waiting for Axel to make the first move. Axel licked his lips and braced his hands on his knees. Slowly he leaned in closer to Demyx’s face. He paused only for a second, before going in for the kill. Suddenly lips were connected and Axel was pleasantly surprised. This was different. Men’s lips were a bit rougher, but, it wasn’t as bad as he’d thought. Then he felt Demyx’s tongue brush against his lips. What the Hell, he was already kissing, might as well see what frenching was like. He parted his lips and let the blonde’s tongue slip inside. Hmm, again slightly different. Demyx was a bit more aggressive than most women he’d kissed, and his tongue was a little stronger, but again, it wasn’t as weird as he’d been expecting. Deciding he had satisfied his curiosity, Axel slowly pulled away.

Demyx smirked, “Well?”

Axel opened his mouth to answer, but was abruptly interrupted.

“What the Hell?! What. The. Hell?!” The short blonde stormed into the kitchen and glared daggers deep into Axel’s eyes. “Straight my ass! I can not fucking believe you! What the Hell!”

Axel stood, attempting to calm his friend, “Roxas, hold on.”

“No! No! I will not! No! You! I can’t believe…uggghh! You fucking used the ‘straight act’ on me?! Me?! Your best fucking friend?!” In the same way some straight men tell women they’re gay, as a means of blowing them off. Some gay men use the ‘straight act’ on other gay men, much to the same effect. It’s always considered to be in rather bad taste.

“Fuck no! Would you listen to me?!”

Roxas turned on Demyx. “And you! You dirty son of a bitch!” He glowered at the taller blonde. “How could you fuckin’ be in on it with him?! I thought you were my friend!” He snapped back to Axel, “Hell! I thought you were both my friends! Fuck this! I am so out of here!” He stormed out of the room, knocking over a chair as he went.

Axel turned to Demyx. “Why the Hell didn’t you say something?”

The blonde folded his arms across his chest and scoffed, “You kidding me? The way he just jumped to conclusions like that? Fuck him. Let him believe what he wants if he’s not even gonna give us the benefit of the doubt.” He stood and headed back to his neglected macaroni.

Axel was left standing agape. What the Hell had just happened? One minute he was having a perfectly harmless conversation with his friend; the next Roxas was blowing up in his face while Demyx watched from the sidelines. He needed to talk to Roxas and explain. But he knew the blonde. He would need time to cool down before anyone would be able to say a word to him. Axel sighed and shook his head. “This is why they say curiosity killed the cat,” he thought.


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Sora plopped down on the couch and reached forward for the remote. He paused. Riku had left his wallet laying on the coffee table. Really, the silver haired boy would be fine without it. He never sped, so it wasn’t like anyone would know he didn’t have his license on him. Then again, taking Riku his wallet was a good excuse to go see him. Sora grinned and snatched the wallet off the table. He grabbed his keys and raced out the door.

It only took him about twenty minutes to get to the ladies’ club, but another five minutes to actually find a parking spot. There sure were a lot of horny women out tonight. Shutting off the car, Sora snatched the wallet off the passenger seat and headed for the front door to the club.

“Ain’t you headed the wrong way?”

Sora stopped. “What?” He turned around to find two large men towering over him.

“I said, ‘ain’t you headed the wrong way?’” The slightly taller brunette on the left took a few steps closer.

“Uh… no.” Sora shrunk back.

“There’s only guys dancin’ in there kid. You saying you like watchin’ guys dance?”

Sora quickly realized what these men were getting at and thought fast, “What? No. My girlfriend. She’s inside. She’s wasted and called me up asking to take her home, since she can’t drive.”

The other, shorter man on the right, also a brunette, scoffed and shook his head. “Bullshit.”

“No, no. Seriously. Look, I’ll go get her and prove it to you.”

Sora turned to make a hasty retreat, but was stopped by a large hand clamping down on his shoulder. “Now don‘t be like that. We just wanna have a chat.”

Sora panicked and fought to struggle free. The man who had a hold of him, spun him around and punched him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. The young brunette crumpled to his knees.

“Come on pretty boy, that all you got? You just gonna give in like that? Fuckin’ pathetic.” The shorter man kicked Sora in the ribs, which sent him to the ground on his side.

“Please stop…” Sora began to cry.

“Please stop,“ one of the men mocked and kicked Sora again. The small boy yelped in pain and grabbed at his side. “Fuckin’ fag!”

“It’s bad enough you’re a fag, but you gotta go an’ lie about it to us? Didn‘t anyone ever tell you that lyin‘s wrong?” Another kick to the ribs.


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Riku stepped out the back door of the club for some fresh air. He had twenty minutes before he had to be on stage again.

“Riku!”

The silver haired boy started. Had someone just yelled his name? He looked around, but didn’t see anyone.

“Riku!”

There it was again. Sure he wasn’t going crazy this time, he jogged around the side of building to the ally way. He scanned it up and down, but didn’t see anyone. He stilled his breathing and listened harder. Were there voices coming from the parking lot? He hurried and made his way over there. Yes. Two men, and they were talking. But, not to each other. To the ground? He walked around a car that was blocking his view and discovered a third figure lying on the pavement. He set out at a dead run to find out what was going on. Had someone collapsed? “Hey! What happened?!”

The two men saw Riku coming and quickly took off in the opposite direction. Now confused, Riku continued to run up to the third figure. That’s when he saw the blood glistening under the parking lamps. Those men hadn’t been helping anyone.

“Riku…” the figure sobbed.

The silver haired boy stopped dead in his tracks a few yards from the shadowy person. This person knew his name. He slowly crept closer, terrified of what he was about to find. He hovered over the figure, his eyes filling up with tears as he took in the horror before him. “Sora?” he whispered.

“Riku…”

Riku collapsed to his knees and pulled his badly beaten boyfriend into his lap, “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! Sora, it’s gonna be ok. Don’t worry, alright? HELP!” The older boy gritted his teeth as he took in the sight of the broken and bloody boy below him. How could someone do this? How could someone do this to Sora? His Sora! “DAMMIT! I NEED HELP!” He tightened his hold on his boyfriend who was now slipping out of consciousness. “Hang in there Sora. I got you.” He could hear footsteps rounding the building.

“Someone call 911!” a voice screamed in the distance.

Riku became so detached from his surroundings that he didn’t even notice when others began to crowd around them. Everything seemed to slow and he felt like he was in a dream. A nightmare. Everyone around him faded into the background and the only things he could comprehend anymore were Sora’s shallow breathing and the fact that the love of his life was starting to grow very cold in his arms.