Hidden Feelings

Chapter 5

The restaurant was more formal than Roxas had ever thought it would
be, especially in the evening, the tables lit by candlelight. Their waiter led them to a semi-secluded table surrounded on two sides by the fronds of tropical plants. Roxas followed Ven, wondering at how his brother always managed to look elegant and perfectly dressed. Roxas almost wanted to pull Ven chair out
for him, but he resisted the urge, taking his own seat beside his
twin.

Ven looked beautiful in the candlelight, his face bare of makeup, but his skin still flawless, his lips reddened by the wind and the sun earlier that day. Ven leaned in close to say something, putting
his hand on Roxas leg. and then Roxas felt the heat from the touch. Spread through his body. They spoke of the tour, of their plans, of Ven recent modeling gig and of Roxas Reebok endorsement.
They spoke of what might happen later, things still ahead of them, and Ven eyes glowed conspiratorially the same way they always had when he'd decided for the two of them years ago that they
were going to be keyblade master in which they did became keyblade master. It was always them against the world, and Roxas knew they could do anything together. They had always spoken in terms of 'we', and Ven was doing it again,
unconsciously.

"We really need to look into a new house house in twilight town our old home in the Land of Departure ain't cutting it anymore Roxas " Ven said.

Roxas heart was warm with what Ven
had said-sure they'd tossed the idea around before, but a house- -a house was long-term commitment together. It appealed to Roxas more than he wanted to say-the thought of having
Ven, his Ven, with him as long as possible.

Roxas never said it-he tried not to even think it-but at the back of the mind was always the thought that they were on a timetable with a deadline. A timetable for how long they could live the rock
star life. A timetable for fame. A timetable for how long they could be together the way they were now-for how long they'd be each other's everything. Roxas didn't want Ven to drift away from
him, but he knew that it was only inevitable that his beautiful, amazing, passionate twin would find someone else he was crazy about. Even their best friends Sora and Riku had gotten married, Roxas reminded himself over and over. Roxas didn't hold any illusions of something like that happening to him, however; he knew where his loyalties lay. His twisted, messed-up, inappropriate loyalties.

"You don't agree?" Ven asked, his lips turning pouty.

"No, I agree" Roxas answered. "I definitely agree."

***

The twins got back to their bungalow late and found that the bedroom had been done up in much the same way and at the same decorated alot more as it had
when they'd arrived. Everything was pristine-the beds made, the towels replaced, and the golden Keyblades over Ven bed or their bed together.

The twins reached the doorway to the bedroom at the same time and they both paused when they saw the golden Keyblades scattered over the linen sheets. Roxas knew he couldn't back out of staying, though-Ven was obviously sensitive to the disparity in their rooms and Roxas knew his brother wouldn't understand if he made excuses not to share the nicer room now. Besides,
Roxas wanted to be there with him. So he walked into the room fearlessly, throwing himself stomach-first onto the bed that was obviously meant for lovers, and scattering the golden Keyblades like confetti onto the floor, clearing the bed. Clearing the air.

"This bed is so much more comfortable, Roxas smiled, stretching out and patting the mattress beside him.

"You wouldn't know; you didn't sleep in the other one" Ven replied.

"I can just tell" Roxas said agreeably, kicking his sandals off the side of the bed. "You want to watch TV or something?"

There was a huge flat screen television in the bedroom, just as there was in the living room and the guest room.

"I guess," Ven told Roxas, pulling off his own shoes, but from his facial expressions Roxas could tell he didn't like the suggestion.

"What do you want to do then?" Roxas asked, stripping off his shirt
and sitting on the edge of the bed. He was tired but it felt too early to sleep.

"Well, last night I just opened the windows and listened to the water. We're only here once a year, and it's really relaxing.." Ven trailed off.

Roxas then raised an eyebrow and glanced over his shoulder at his
brother to see if he was joking, seeing immediately that Ven wasn't. Suddenly, just lying in bed listening to the water sounded like a good plan.

"Okay" Roxas commented agreeably, pulling back the bed linens and
climbing in  and wondered if he only imagined that Ven frowned at the gesture.

Ven then turned off the lights and climbed in next to his older brother, the light of the moon illuminating the room. It was quiet, and Roxas could
hear the shushing rhythm of the water against the supporting beams of their bungalow. Ven was right; it was relaxing. Before Roxas knew it in no time he was fast asleep.

***
Roxas awoke, confused. Confused and. He was holding someone in his arms, someone he loved. One of his legs was sprawled between the other's; his arm surrounded a warm, pliant body, and
his face was buried into soft fragrant hair, nuzzled near an ear. Roxas was groggy, but as the missing pieces slipped into place, he knew he was holding Ven. Ven scent was all around him, familiarity. Ven was holding him too, his lips breathing warm breath
against his neck, his body pressed close. Roxas almost groaned with the sweet rightness of it.

Roxas made a feeble move to extricate himself but Ven unconsciously pulled him tighter in response, rocking against
Roxas leg. It felt good, created pressure on the morning wood standing proudly in Roxas boxers, though it wasn't yet morning. Roxas could see the full moon outside their windows-the night
was hardly halfway through.

Roxas  wanted to press back, rub his aching against Ven receptive body, but he knew he couldn't. Ven wasn't even awake.

Roxas made another attempt to move away, and Ven opened his
sleepy eyes. "Roxas? Don't go please."

"I won't" Roxas said drowsily, still trying to turn away. "I just...need
to turn over."

Ven wrapped a leg around Roxas thigh, effectively trapping him close, rubbing against Roxas more intentionally this time, and Roxas could feel that Ven was hard too. Their eyes met in the dark and

Ven mumbled, "S'okay" before pulling Roxas face to his.

Their mouths met warmly and it felt safe in the dark. Ven lips were soft, and his mouth opened readily to meet Roxas tongue. Roxas heart was racing so hard he could hear it. His hands traveled down Be  back, and he could feel his twin's shoulder blades under his palms, the delicate knobs of Ven spine under his fingertips. Ven sighed against his mouth, blinking dark eyes at him in the shadowy light as Roxas pulled Ven close by his lower back until there's no space between them.

They had never done this before, but their bodies fit togethernperfectly as they rubbed against each other, cautiously at first, but then harder, more urgently. It felt amazing to Roxas, the way Ven was rocking against him, the fringe of his brother's soft hairbbrushing his temple and the little noises Ven was making against his mouth sending a jolt of arousal through Roxas body straight
to his. Roxas then slid his hands down to Ven to guide his body against him, and Vem gave a little appreciative noise, kissing Roxas desperately. They were both so close already that when Ven gave
in with a little cry, biting gently at Roxas lower lip, Roxas cum without warning.

Roxas hadn't cum in his boxers like that since he could remember, and his face flushed hot with the realization. He let
go of his twin, rolling onto his back, and Ven released him with a little mewl of protest, but finally rolled over himself, shoving down his now-dampn boxer-briefs and kicking them off the edge of the bed. Then Ven snuggled down under the covers next to Roxas, falling back asleep almost immediately.

Roxas wasn't sure what to do, not wanting to get up, lest he wake
Ven, but not wanting to sleep in his wet boxers either. So he waited until Ven breathing had gone slow and even before
easing himself out of the bed and changing into a clean pair of shorts. When he crawled back in beside Ven, his brother shifted in his sleep, reaching for Roxas instinctively and pulling his twin's arm around him before nuzzling back against him, content. Roxas relaxed, letting the sound of the waves outside again lull him into sleep, and pushing to the back of his mind all thoughts of the morning and any awkwardness it might bring.