Just Like in Soap Operas, but Worse

AN: The chapter I've been writing up to. Because things only
get more interesting from here on out...

Thank-yous: Cave [slash communities > LIFE. heh.], AkuRokulove [Roxas is straight, though I'm sure he'll start to doubt that soon enough. xD], Anorexic Muffinz [your comment made my entire effin' day. Knowing there is somebody out there reading my story at 1 am in the morning.], SwordOfTheFang [THANK YOU. I was so worried...I was inspired by a beautiful art piece of Riku in make-up. Woo...that boy is hawt. xD], and k612 [thank you! I'm glad you find me funny. I really think I suck at humor...in RL. xD]

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I heard the doorbell ring. I silently fumed, hearing a certain culprit and intruder (Axel) open my fucking door and invite whoever it was inside. Fucker. It better not be the mail-man again, I swear to fucking god Axel was flirting with the mail-man that one time he had to come to drop off a 'package' to my soon-to-be-step-mother. Axel lingered the doorway, drooling. It was disgusting. I had to force his jaw back together.

I walked downstairs, followed the sounds into the living room, and found Axel looking pretty comfortable in the couch with Roxas next to him. What the hell was he doing here anyways? It's one thing for him to always be here uninvited, but I swear to fucking god if he starts molesting Roxas in front of me, someone's blood is gonna be soaked in the carpet. Hint: No, I'm not talking about Sora.

My whole life is a fucking deja vu. Soon Sora would be coming downstairs and I will start beating the hell out of him and we're back to family therapy. Which reminds me we have a session tomorrow to fake through, this will be really hard now with the… situation.

For once I would just love to be situation-free.

And as I sneak up to the living room I can see Axel holding up a Polaroid, grinning like a baby. Fuck how the hell did Axel get a fucking Polaroid camera?

Oh I know, this is a dream isn’t it? Wake up Riku, wake up! And without really noticing it, I start hitting my head. I slap it fast, over and over, which causes Axel to look in my direction.

“Riku!” Axel shouted in my direction and I sighed heavily before looking at him. “Join me and Roxas in a round of truth and dare!” I gave him one of my famous ‘what the fuck?’ looks and shook my head.

I didn’t even answer properly before Sora walked down the stairs behind me and Axel wasn’t slow with calling out his name. Sora stopped walking to wherever it was he was going and turned around. He was now standing next to me, looking at Axel.

“Sora, you should totally come and play truth and dare with us. Riku over here told me he wouldn’t play unless you played,” Axel said and pointed a finger at me. I was about to comment with some witty remark about how I didn’t want to play one of Axel’s sick queer games, before Sora nodded and sat in the chair that was placed over the couch.

Wait, did Sora just give in to the perverted world of Axel?

Axel looked at me with a questioning look on his face. “So Riku, now that your lover boy-”

“Shut up Axel,” I spat firmly. Axel threw his hands up in defense and started chuckling.

“Are you in or are you out?” Roxas asked. Was this the first thing I heard Roxas say? It must have been cause his voice pierced through my ears like sandpaper.

“What do you think?” I said and turned around and started walking away when I was interrupted by Axel’s dare.

“What? You don’t have enough balls to play?” A laughter followed, not only from Axel but from Roxas, but Sora too. I had fucking balls, hell I would show them my fucking balls. They could all lick them and leave me be.

Ok so I am a sucker for stuff like that. Tell me I don’t have enough balls, and I’ll make you wonder how I carry a pair that big by the end of the night. So I sat down, on the chair next to Sora and put my feet on the table, practically knocking Sora out of the way (hey it’s my fucking house, and I’m on a mission to prove I have balls so bare with the burst of testosterone).

“I guess I’ll start then. Sora,” Axel said and smirked like a fucking idiot as he looked at Sora. “Truth or dare?”

Sora pretended to think for a minute (by now I have learnt to see when Sora thinks and pretends to think. It’s not that hard. You try living with the kid for a week, believe me you’ll know when he’s about to fucking cough).

“Truth,” he said after a few seconds and you could see Axel’s face drop. Poor guy, he was hoping Sora would pick dare so he could ask him to hump my leg. Pity.

Sarcasm’s such a good friend.

"Ok…truth. Truth… Truth," Axel keeps on repeating over and over until a pillow flies across the room and smacks him across the side of his head (courtesy of the one and only Riku), he finally claps his hands together and smirks. “So Sora, have you ever had a wet dream about anyone in this room?”

Roxas starts to laugh and looks in my direction. Of course Axel had to ask such a question. I try to ignore the smiling idiot that was staring at me and directed all my attention to...whatever the hell answer Sora was gonna give. I wasn’t interested. Hell if he even had a wet dream about me, Axel, or Roxas, I would appreciate it if he kept it to himself.

“Sorry to disappoint you Axel, but I haven’t.” Why did it feel like that question was actually directed to me? He said it in a way that sounded an awful lot like, “sorry Riku, I know you dreamt about me but I haven’t had any dreams about you.”

Yet.

Shut up.

“Ok Sora, your turn,” Axel says and points at Roxas, trying to be subtle. Shoulda just used a fucking sign that said “ASK ROXAS”. It would be just a little more discrete.

“Roxas, truth or dare.” Seems like Sora picked up on the clue. Congratulation there cowboy.

In Axel’s little corner he was high fiving himself, or at least that’s what it looked like. Roxas smiled and said “dare” back to Sora. Sora nodded his head and tried to figure out what to make Roxas do when Axel puts his hand high up in the air like a little brat in 1st grade trying to answer a math question.

“I have a dare!” he says and Sora lets Axel continue. “Roxas, you have to kiss… me!” Axel says and smiles. Roxas shakes his head and raises his eyebrows.

“Are you serious dude?” Roxas questions and Axel nods his head about 60 times in just one second. He looks like a fucking cartoon character.

“You don’t have the balls to do it?” Axel challenges and Roxas leans over and is now so fucking close to Axel’s face, even Axel is closing his eyes and wetting his lips. And he is calling me gay? I bet he probably has a fucking 5 foot boner right now.

“Naminé’s gonna kill me for this,” Roxas mutters and plants his lips on Axel’s. And I am counting 1, I am counting 2.

I got 8 seconds, anyone else? Great, then 8 seconds. That’s how fucking long it went on. When their faces finally parted, Sora was smirking. I look over at him, disgusted. What the hell is up with these kids? What happened to having a dick? When the fuck did boys night out turn into braiding each other‘s hair and sneaking kisses in here and there? I knew fucking well where this was heading.

“Ok I think it’s only fair that since I got to tell Roxas what to do, that I am the one asking the next truth or dare,” Axel says as if it makes sense and starts to point at either me or Sora, or both. I don’t know. I couldn’t tell with this fucking guy.

“Riku, if I pick you, you will probably just say truth but Sora… oh Sora, since you’ve already had truth the only reasonable answer would be dare, right?” Axel asks pointing both fingers at Sora. Axel has his own fucking logic. Axelology: the art of being a dickless dick.

Axel is now sitting on the edge of the couch, and once again he is clapping his hands together in excitement. “Great, I got dare. Ok, Sora… you have to kiss Riku. On the lips.”

“What the fuck Axel?” I snap instantly. Fucking hell, I think I just lost the last ounce of sanity I had. Wouldn’t you if your best friend tells your soon to be step-brother to fucking kiss you on the lips? I just wish there were something harder than a fucking pillow to throw at Axel’s face right now. Like something from NASA.

“He’s not gonna kiss me.”

And just when I finished what I said, Sora’s lips came crashing onto mine. And for a good 5 seconds you would have thought we were glued together, cause I couldn’t seem to pull away.

Fuck were his hands on my cheeks?

I pulled away from Sora, just staring a little before I realized Roxas and Axel were still in the same room, watching. And I got up from the chair and shook my head, marching upstairs, cussing under my breath.

My head wouldn’t stop.

Fuck, shit, fuck Axel. Fuck fuck fuck, shit, motherfucking fuck, fucking dickless cunt, fucking shitty NASA fucking Sora FUCK.

You know, normal stuff.

I shut the door to my room and just paced. Paced til I felt as though my knees couldn’t hold me up. I sat down in bed, still muttering ‘fuck Axel’ under my breath because my vocab had disappeared faster than a cake on a fat kids birthday. I swear I could still taste Sora on my lips.

Maybe it was because I was chewing on my lips in regret that I didn’t pull away sooner. Or maybe it was the fact that I pulled away at all that was pissing me off. Pulling away, walking away, running away.

I’m not gay.

He fucking kissed me, and that doesn’t make me gay.

Of course, him kissing me doesn’t do that...

…but me enjoying it?

Fuck.
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Short, but I'm sure ya'll enjoyed it immensely like Riku immensely enjoyed kissing Sora.