Unfortunately for me, as I've said, I own nothing in this story. I would have made some serious changes otherwise. Sorry it's mildly late kids.

Ignominy in the Night

Act 1 Scene three: Strip club

I stood, staring blankly at the door that Axel just vacated. ..Whaaaat? I sighed, tossing my body against the wall. This was beyond rediculous. All of it. Not to mention it made absolutely no sense at all. Who's side was Axel on anyways? He wanted my brother, therefore, he should hate this play as much as I do. Right...?

Right.

Don't ask me how this train of thought is supposed to make sense, for those of you who see differently, it works in my mind, therefore, I shouldn't have to explain it.

"Fuck it." I grumbled, checking the time on my phone before stalking out of the door, and towards the table. We only had a few minutes left to get to class before it started and began publicly humiliating me once more.

Motioning to her that we had to go, I weaved around the tables, in and out of customers laughing and talking to the people I recognized. I did work here after all. Walking to the table I noticed Namine stand, and wince slightly. Good. Serves her right for wearing those goddamn heels.

A twinge of guilt. Damnit. Why couldn't I just be mean for once? With a sigh, I scooped her up bridal style. "My lady." I said chivelriously with a grin, more of response to her squeak of surprise. She smiled softly, her arms twining around my neck, glancing to make sure her dress was long enough to cover everything.

Girls are dumb in my opinion. If you can't wear it without it showing off your assets when you're sitting or standing, then you shouldn't be wearing it. Simple as that.

Laughing, I began walking towards the door, shouting a goodbye to my brother and Axel, giving the red head a wink. This is what I normally do, see? I force myself into a good mood so I don't feel anything but happy all the time. It was easier that way, and got me a lot of friends.

No one to really depend on but still, people are nice enough if you give them a chance.

Unless they look like an asshole like Yamada. Then I don't even bother with them. How you play your role is importaint. I didn't need an asshole in my life.

Or so I kept telling myself. Whenever I thought of him lately all I could feel was his hot breath on my skin, his weight against me and the feel of his lips caressing my- no. Bad Sora. You're with your girlfriend right now.

Walking back to the auditorium I swung Namine down into a chair, falling heavily next to her. "Why are you so heavy?" I whined, looking up at her and pouting my lips, just managing to dodge the blow she aimed towards my head. Rule number one boys, never insinuate that you think a girl looks overweight. Ever. Even if she is.

...Not that Namine is overweight. Gods, I just realized how bad that sounded. She's actually on the other side of the fence. We suspected her of annorexia for the longest time until she was comfortable enough to eat around my family. And let me tell you, this girl can eat. My mother now buys twice the amount of groceries.

Though Namine's phantom annorexia is neither here nor there, the weight of impending doom hit me once more like a load of bricks. Soon enough Professor Lockhart was going to stroll through those doors and demand another performance. And we would have to pick up where we left off. On my most hated rival's lap.

...Fuck me...

I mean that figuratively of course.

I'm not looking forward to this at all to be honest. And I know she's just going to sashay in here like nothing's wrong. Like this whole thing is just something to agree upon. Like no one is going to think this play idea is strange at all. Oh no, we didn't live in a conservitive place so anything goes. Theoretically anyways.

Though obviously this school doesn't care at all about retribution. Not that I can honestly blame them. After all, who in their right mind would mess with Headmaster Leonhart? Not me. That's for fucking sure.

The lights flickered low, Professor Lockhart walking onto the stage with a bright smile on her face. "Alright, I would like our two leading men to come up here please. Take off from the end of the last scene." Frowning, I took a moment to flip through the script to see exactly what I should be doing next. Oh...no. Nonononononono. Shit. This was exactly why I didn't want to be doing this play in the first place.

Son of a whore.

Heh...get it? I'm supposed to be a whore? Baaaaaaaaaad joke. Sorry guys. Standing with a sigh, I made my way up to the stage, feeling Yamada's cool aqua gaze on me as I walked up. Shivering slightly, the theater is cold, shut up, I turned to look at him, returning his stare, before noticing him looking away back at Kairi, winking almost playfully at her.

What was that? Some inside joke I wasn't allowed to be part of? Well fuck you too guys. With a sigh, I noticed the lights dimming, twisting myself into Yamada's arms. Ahh it was a curious feeling.. A rather curiously awkward feeling. No I wasn't enjoying the feel of his body curving into mine, his surprisingly sweet smell...Almost like...the salty sweet air of the island after a rain. The island they had played upon as children. For a moment I relaxed against him, breathing deeply in the scent, I felt a small circle rubbing against the small of my back in an almost soothing motion.

The spotlight focused upon us, I rolled my neck back, tilting my chin to look up at him, with a smirk worthy of one who did this often and knew what he was doing. I forced to to seem practiced, the only thing not showing the confidance was my eyes, but he seemed...entranced more than anything. Pfft. and he called himself a talent. Falling under another actor's spell. Especially since I felt this performance wasn't going to be very good on my part. Definately wasn't looking forward to this one.

But then again, you knew that...didn't you?

I rolled my shoulders, almost stiffly as I brought hand up to his hair, twisting my fingers around his hair and gliding down, then sliding it down my chest with a soft moan, twisting and looking up at him, rocking up on my toes as if I was going to kiss him.

..I hesitated.

He noticed.

He smirked. That selfrightious sonofabitch smirked. AT ME. I growled, roughly grabbing a handful of his hair and dragging him down to my lips. And I'm afraid, my dear friends, that I can't lie to you. It's a secret though, so you really...really can't tell anyone.

I'm afraid I might have felt something...Especially when he growled, biting at my bottom lip and returning the rough kiss. The lights were low, and almost on us, yet I felt like everyone in the room couldn't tear their eyes away. And they were standing close, which wasn't even the case. My hands reached down, twisting around his waist. My fingers gripped against his shirt, my last bite at his lip might have trembled.

He broke the kiss. My first feeling? Insulted. Was I not good enough at this? He went down to my neck, his silent voice commanding. "Moan." With a sharp bite at my neck, I felt one leave my throat anyways, I rolled my neck back, another sound echoing out as I forced my curiosity down, wondering exactly what he thought was so importaint to do while acting.

"Relax. Everyone in this room can tell you're uncomfortable with this." He murmured, keeping up his part and kissing softly at my neck. "Focus here. Pretend that you want to do this instead of forcing yourself." He nipped my ear softly, his hot breath whispering on me making my skin shiver. Though not in a bad way.

"Block them out." He breathed against my lips, connecting them once more.

Oh no. Nononono. I was not about to be upstaged by this asshole because he was confidant. With a flirty gaze up at him, I pushed my weight forward throwing him back into the chair he had been standing in front of. Swallowing hard, I went forward, straddling his lap and connecting our lips once more, twisting my fingers into his hair.

Block it out. He had said. Well that was exactly what I was going to do. Block out everything Sora, even your concience that your girlfriend was watching and this is my rival. I pulled away, looking up at him with a rather lusty gaze I'll admit, but it isn't my fault. Namine barely even kisses me.

A boy has needs. I saw a flash of desire back at me. Well that was good enough for me. I pulled close to him once more, renewing our kiss with a vigor, biting at him, and slipping my tongue into his mouth. For a few moments there, we had a small battle for dominance.

Within moments, however, I submitted, his tongue twisting around mine, sliding back into my mouth causing a moan to press out of my lips. Our arms twisted around eachother, pulling the other closer, my hips rolling down onto his lap. And just as they had earlier, his hands stopped on my rather sharp hip bones, holding them into place as he ground into me.

I bit back a gasp, rolling my body against his, threading my fingers deeper into his hair. I heard him growl, biting harshly on my bottom lip, which I think started bleeding. Though oddly enough I forgot to be disgusted over it. I don't want to admit it, but gods...this felt amazing. His body feels like it's on fire, lighting mine along with it.

I fought off a shiver, rolling myself against him again, placing a hand on his shoulder for balance, pressing myself against him once more, the blush on my cheeks prominant as a little voice in the back of my mind reminded me that everyone, including my girlfriend was watching this whole exchange.

"Sora.."

I could have sworn I heard it. My name from his lips. In a very wanton fashion. And I'd be lying to you if I told you that it didn't shock me to my core. But when I opened my eyes, he looked as calm and collective as usual. The only thing was, his breathing slightly labored and his hair was messed.

In the back of my mind, I wondered how far Kairi had gotten with him. Was he like this every time? Did he always look this unfazed about everything? It was almost irritating. Like my goal through this whole play was going to be him admitting I was better at this than him. I would make him scream my name.

That much. I was sure of. And with this new resolution, I noticed his eyes open to look at me, his gaze once more preditory and odd enough, something that looked like a sheen of lust. Well that knocked the smirk right off of my face. It was almost a scary thing he was doing to me. His fingers trailed down, pulling my shirt off of my body, tossing it off to the side. Everyone had gone quiet it seemed, too entranced with what they were seeing.

I followed his lead, unbuttoning his shirt and lightly tossing it into the pile next to his. I felt his hand press to the small of my back, pressing my chest close to him. The shiver caught me off guard, his nails tracing light patterns against my back. I let out a soft giggle, almost ashamed after it came out. He laughed quietly, leaning down and kissing me once more, his hand trailing off my hip down to the front of my jeans.

Woah. WOAH. WAIT A SECOND.

I jumped off his lap, my face flushed with embarassment. Too. Damn. Close. Yamada looked almost amused, though I did notice a slight confusion behind his gaze.

Looking over I noticed Professor Lockhart shaking her head. "Hikari you need to work on that. We can't have you flying off his lap every other minute in the actual performance. I don't care when, but you need to get over your issues. Class dismissed. Get out." She said, standing. The lights returned, as students shuffled about, getting their things together. Well that was awkward.

She didn't have to yell at me in front of everyone though. I already knew I shouldn't have jumped off his lap. It just happened. It's not like anyone touches me there. Not even Namine. I think she might be scared of it to be honest.

Ah speaking of! She sashayed her way up to me, lightly kissing my cheek. But before I could open my mouth to complain, she pressed her fingers to my lips.

"Quiet sweetie. I'm just here to tell you that Kairi and I have to meet our parents for dinner. Sorry honey." And with that, she turned, walking away.

"Good bye darling, I love you too." I muttered sarcastically, before jumping suddenly at my shirt in the corner of my eye. "Thanks." I said quietly, taking it from Yamada, who smirked.

"It is awkward isn't it..?" He began, rolling his neck back, looking over at me. "And I think you would to better without an audiance the first time."

I blinked. What's this? My enemy is being understanding? What the hell kind of bizzarro world is this?

"And..?" I asked before I could help myself. Something after this exchange just ignited a curiosity in me that I couldn't help but question.

"Come home with me today." He said simply, his hip sticking out as he shifted his weight. "I'm offering you this opprutunity to get to know me better before you're forced to have sex with me. I'm being an adult Hikari. You should try it." He snorted. "Unless.." He was taunting me now. "You're too scared."

Gods if this man didn't have me figured out. Still, it was irritating though. He knew exactly how to make me do what he wanted. I growled, grasping my shirt and pulling it on. "Lead the way asshole."

Is it still pretty? Do you all still love it? I hope you do. xD And hopefully you aren't bored with it quite errors are there, don't care right now, I'll fix it later. Reviews get you sex in the next chapter.