Just Like in Soap Operas, but Worse

Summary: AU. Riku's mother died a few months ago, and already his father has moved on and is engaged. To make matters worse, his soon-to-be stepmother has a son.
Rating: R - swearing and some sexuality (eventually)
Pairing: Riku/Sora
POV: Riku's

Thank-you's: AkuRokulove, k612, SwordOfTheFang, SakuraFubuki, fayeS., and VadMustang

Warning: If you don't like the idea of make-up being on boys, then don't read this chapter. It was just this crazy idea my friend had, and I couldn't help myself. I thought it be hilarious, but that's me.

I hope you like. =]

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"Final Fantasy VII," Sora said and smiled shyly. Did I ever mention
how cute he is when he does that? It's a whole lot better than when
he's scowling at you, let me tell you.

Ok, so yeah, me and Sora did actually go to the mall, sat down to eat at the Burger Market. And yes, I actually paid. Sue me. The question I just asked, by the way, was the one thing he couldn't
live without.

"No fucking way!" I exclaimed. "That's my favorite game in the entire universe!"

Insert complete total nerd moment.

"I mean, I fucking love that game," I continued, feeling a bit red.

Sora laughed, leaning back in his chair. "I sort've just gotten that impression, yeah. It's a good game."

"Good? It's like Godsent's gift to humanity!" I gushed. God, how did he know? He must've known. Axel is the only other person who knows if you like Final Fantasy VII, I'll love you forever.

We have now been sitting here for 1 hour 13 minutes and...yes 53 seconds. Not that I’ve been counting, really. My watch is digital. It shows seconds.

I’m good at Math.

Bite me.

Plus, I’m just extremely surprised we’re not drowning in a pool of each other’s blood already.

“So how terrified do you think your mom and my dad are now?” I
laughed. They were probably still in family therapy trying to figure out why me and Sora were being so friendly. Actually,
I am still trying to figure out why we’re still being remotely civil towards each other.

“Oh god, probably around the point where they are hysterically crying, happy tears of course,” Sora responded, as amused as I was over the new situation. Who would of thought fooling our parents would bring us closer? Not in the Axel way, perverts.

I wonder what family therapy would say if I told them about the
thoughts I’ve been having lately. The thoughts about beating Sora’s
face so much it would melt into the floor, or the thoughts were I just kiss him senseless until his lips bleed into mine.

Axel’s never finding out about that by the way.

Actually, I haven’t really been thinking anything crazy the last hour.

What the hell is wrong with me? I can actually stand this guy, and be with him for an hour without thinking crazy psycho shit. I bet kissing him wouldn’t be so bad…

Shut up.

“So what’s the story with Roxas?” I finally asked. Hey, I needed to
find out, and this way I might even find out if Roxas is gay too. You know… so I can tell Axel. He really wants to know. I know he does.

“What do you mean?”

“Is he gay?” I blurted out. I really didn’t mean to say that, so I
cover up my face with my hands and hope God is actually listening to me for once and my life and that he kills me on the spot…which makes

Sora laughed. Great, now he thinks I’m gay and that I want Roxas.

“No, sorry, he’s straight as a pole. Got a girlfriend even.” Sora said and smiled. I’ve been watching this smile for quite some time today. Actually Sora has been smiling an awful lot. It’s sorta freaky in the way that girls with PMS aren’t meant to smile and boys like Sora are supposed to jerk off with a straight face the whole time. Even when they orgasm. Not that I’ve thought of Sora cumming. You can’t see me right now but I’m giving you the middle finger.

"That’s cool, I’m not gay,” I finally said and Sora threw his hands up in the air in defense.

“Hey, I never said you were.” I just nodded to him and muttered
‘whatever’ in his direction. “Her name’s Naminé, in case you wanted to know…” I could tell he was dying to finish that off with “…who your competition is.”

I quickly stuffed my mouth with a fry, contemplating the last half hour where Sora and I were actually talking and getting along. I must've been blind all along, he wasn't that bad to be around. At least know I know if I ever had to be stuck in a room alone with him I wouldn't go nuts, and besides why am I thinking this? Why the fuck would I be in a room alone with him in the first place? I think

Axel's sick, twisted perverted mind is rubbing off on me.

"So, erm, you write poetry?" I asked next, eyeing him for his initial reaction. He gave me a confused look.

"Poetry?"

"Erm, yeah, don't you write it?" I asked, furrowing my brow, wondering if I was suddenly speaking in a different language.

Sora's eyes widened. "You honestly think I write poetry?"

Ok. Am I suppose to be feeling like an idiot or something now? Erm, yes, what else am I suppose to think when I see him carrying around a notebook and scribbling inside it like a mad-man on a total basis? Or maybe it was his journal, like that helped his sexuality any better.

"Well, I just assumed," I said, "You're always in your room and your mother always speaks about your oh-so-talent with words."

"I'm a lyricist, I write song lyrics for the band I play in," Sora
explained, raising a brow, "Roxas originally wanted to write them, but he never had the time. He says he rather sing the vocals, which is fine with me, I never like being in the spotlight--"

“Wait a minute, rewind, rewind! Did you just say you're in a band? With instruments? Drums, guitars, that sort of band?”

Sora laughed. "No, the other one. Where you wear those silly outfits and parade around during high school football games with no instruments."

Did I ever mention how much I love sarcasm? I shot him a dirty look and he cracked a smile, shaking his head.

"Yes, a band. With guitars and drums," he laughed, clearly amused. "I play the guitar and Roxas is the bassist. We both have an old childhood friend, Hayner, who is the drummer. We've started months ago, but it sort of...fell apart. Since I moved to another city and all..."

I couldn't think of what to say to that. 'I'm sorry?' Please, why the fuck would I be sorry? He should be saying that to me. My life hasn't been all cheery either.

"That's really impressive," I said, trying to be nice. Yes, I am capable of giving compliments, thank you. "I used to play the
guitar."

Why the fuck did I just say that? Now he probably thinks I just want to impress him or 'jam' out together. No, I don't. Actually, the more we didn't have in the common, the better. Besides, it's common nowadays for people to play guitar...

Sora's eyes lit up at that. "Really? How come you don't play
anymore? I mean, I think I heard your dad mention it once."

I shifted in my chair, trying to get more comfortable. "My mother used to play, and she taught me. But I, erm, never liked it. So she stopped teaching me."

I glanced at my watch again, suddenly wishing I had never brought up this conversation. The last thing I wanted to talk to him about was my mother, the same mother who would probably be rolling in her grave if she knew how quickly my father got over her death...

"Oh," he said softly, and I looked at him, expecting pity or even aloofness, but instead his sapphire blue eyes sincere, "I'm sorry about your mom. I never got the chance to say that you know, because we weren't exactly--"

"Getting along? Hate each other? Ignored each other?" I cut in,
sipping my water again to calm my sudden nerves. "It doesn't matter, my mother's dead. So what? I mean, it could be a whole lot worse, right? She could've been a total bitch to me and never loved me. I think I rather have a dead mother than a bitchy one."

Sora gave me a lopsided smile at that. "Yeah, a lot worse."

I looked up from my drink at him, noticing he seemed a bit more sad.

Not that I cared or anything. After all, I have a right to be sad, I just lost my mother right? But Sora? He had it made right about now with his mother about to marry my father. I wonder if now would be a good time to ask him if he wanted to join forces and separate our parents. But I'm sure he wouldn't agree to it, no matter how much we didn't like each other.

I think I should just come to terms that no matter how much I disliked it, my father was going to marry Amy. Because he loved her oh so much. Gag me.

"So are you sure...you're not gay? Don't you wear make-up?" I asked, remembering that very odd day. Guys and make-up shouldn't mix so well, but Sora pulled it off.

"Make-up doesn't make a guy gay," Sora insisted and I snorted. So far deep in the closet it wasn't funny anymore.

“Dude, that’s kinda gay,” I said and took a sip of the water bottle
that I bought from the grocery store before we went to the mall. I am not a big fan of the soda you see. I am more of a red bull and water kinda guy.

"I think if you're comfortable enough with your masculinity, it
shouldn't matter," said Sora simply, raising a brow as if suggesting something.

"What are you trying to say?"

“I`ll do your make up.”

Fuck, just what I was scared of. Kid thinks I‘m gay. He didn’t just offer to do my make-up, I’ve just been spending too much time with
Axel. That or this kid has some serious issues.

“Are you serious?” I asked, sounding more skeptical than Axel’s dad
was about keeping him instead of putting him up for adoption. Just so you know, he was 12 when he started having his doubts.

He must have drugged me with some real strong shit cause 10 minutes
later we were back at the house. I was sitting in a chair in his room, literally in the middle of the room, just waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to me. I could be tied up in leather being whipped senseless and I probably wouldn’t know what’d hit me at this moment.

I swear this guy had more make up than his own mom. Hell, he had more makeup than Prince. He had tons of eyeliners and eyeshadows. I could even see a blusher. He had several mascara tubes scattered all over the place about 100 different eye shadow boxes, all different crazy colors.

And, most importantly, he was going to put all this shit on my
face.

Am I in Axel's fantasy?

“Ok don’t move,” he said and put his hand on the back of my head. He bent down and applied something on top of my eyelid. Of course I had my eyes closed so I don’t know what the hell he was doing, but I could feel him moving a lot. I chuckled a little and he sighed heavily.

“I said don’t move!”

“I’m sorry, it’s just... this is a little weird,” I said, still
smiling. I cleared my throat, nodded and went back to not moving like he said I had to do. His hand found its place at the back of my head again and he kept going. It felt more rigid than eye shadow, so I guessed it was eyeliner.

When he finally finished, he went back to the table to get the eye
shadow. He stood there some time to find what colour to use. He went with some yellow eye shadow, don‘t ask why. He probably thought some lame shit like it “brought out the colour of my eyes”. Christ, I don’t know, do I look queer to you?

He bent down once again, and started brushing the yellow eye shadow
over and under my eyes with some huge brush. It took him about 2
minutes to put it on, and almost 5 minutes to make it ‘perfect’. He
did the same with the eyeliner, he really does look at this like art doesn’t he?

“Okay so if you move the mascara will be completely screwed,” he
warned, almost whining, as he grabbed the nearest mascara and bent
down for the third time in front of me. I stared at him in mock
offense.

“What are you talking about? I’ve been sitting still for a fucking
hour here!” I said. Of course, I was full of shit. I kept wiggling
like a bunch of worms had been shot up my ass. Sora started laughing. Him laughing was contagious cause next thing I knew I was too. “Ok I promise I wont move.”

“Great,” he said, undoing the mascara. I swear I felt like I was in
some kinky porn flick where I was going to start moaning “make me
pretty” any second now.

He finished the mascara pretty fast, compared to everything else. I would have been finished by now, if only he hadn’t noticed that the
eyeliner under my eyes wasn’t even.

“Is it really that important?” I asked, almost whined, and Sora looked at me like I’d just said the stupidest thing. Ever.

“It’s important, believe me. The eyeliner is the most important make up on your face”

“It’s not like I’m going out in public looking like this,” I said and pointed to my face. “If I wanted to get raped I would do it a little more classy than this.”

“It looks bad?” Sora said, giving me the biggest pout ever. I just let my head fall back and I half laughed, half groaned.

“No, it looks good,” I breathed, eyes shut, my head still hung back, lips wide with a grin. I could feel Sora smiling.

“Ok good, now, can I finish what I started?” he said and I lifted my head to look at him, scratching the back of my neck tiredly. I sighed a little and looked in his eyes.

“Okay, what do I do?”

“Just look into my eyes,” he said and bent down once again, you would think he’s a master now.

…yes I do realise that could be misunderstood, but maybe he really is...in both ways.

And so I looked into his eyes. It felt a little uncomfortable and I
tried looking over him, under him, next to him. Everything other than directly into his eyes. He sighed and tilted his head a little. “You gotta look me straight in the eyes if this is gonna work.”

Fuck.

I did it. I looked him dead in the eyes. I could see by the look on
his face that he was really concentrating to get this perfect. It was kinda cute, in a very heterosexual kinda way. Trust me.

He applied a thin line under my eyes, and smudged it a bit, before
moving in a little closer. He was inches away from my face and I could feel his soft breath crawl across my skin and I felt like I was being lured into something and I had no idea what.

Suddenly his hand stopped, the other secured around my neck, and I
thought maybe he was studying the eyeliner to get it right. But then I noticed he was looking me straight in the eyes too. I could tell make-up really wasn’t on his mind because my skin was cooler now and I realized he was holding his breath. Kinky porn movie suddenly turned into romantic Oscar winning tale of two young boys coming out after an eye-opening make-up session.

And then it happened.

The fucking flash.

Snapping out of our little daze, me and Sora’s heads snapped up quicker than we could even catch our breaths, our eyes settling on
Axel standing in the doorway, camera in hand, staring at us wide-eyed with just a bit of drool creeping down his chin.

I knew the day he launched that slash community on LJ something was seriously wrong with the guy.

Axel’s smirk grew by the second. “That is so going as my desktop
background.”

And then the extraordinary world me and Sora had gone to burnt to
invisible ashes and we were back to being us. Axel rambling something about “you can’t handle the truth!”, me shoving him out the door as fast as my hands would let me, Sora leaning over his counter tidying up all the make-up. As if nothing had happened.

Because, really, nothing had happened.

…Right?

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AN: If you're iffy about the make-up bit, don't worry, that part is done with. Next chapter will be of all four of the guys "hanging" out. ;]