Betwixt chapter 7 preview
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So here's a draft portion of chapter 7.
7. The art of Fine Dining
Riku was astonished that they were able to make it back from the supermarket in one piece. After Axel made that inappropriate comment about the cashier’s breasts looking a little lopsided, he thought they’d be ripped to shreds before paying. It didn’t help that the cashier was actually a lumber jack of man on a heavy dosage of hormones and it didn’t help that Axel dropped his card, winked, and said that when the man was done morphing from beast to beauty to give him a call. Riku wondered how Axel made it this far in life without being brutally beaten to death by strangers.
When they got to the white gate of his house, they saw Selphie waiting by the door, tapping her foot impatiently as she bit into her bottom lip.
“Finally! I thought you guys set up shop there or something,” she said, shoving a doggie biscuit at Axel. The redhead frowned at the cookie and put it in his pocket. Selphie took one of Riku’s bags and opened the door.
“I just spoke with the caterer and they said that they’ll do it for free!” She placed the bag on the counter.
Riku paused after he placed the groceries on the counter. If his memory was correct, no restaurant was that generous when it came to catering. Either Selphie sent them on one hell of a guilt trip with one of her elaborate stories or she blackmailed them into preparing food. If either were the case, then why did she make him and Axel go to the supermarket to get food? Did she do it so that he could spend more time with the ludicrous redhead? If she wanted to do that, Riku doubted she would send them on an errand together. She could just trip Riku into a closet with Axel, lock it and that would be the end of that. Though not likely, the idea did spark the mental image of Axel’s hands raising Riku’s shirt up before slowly dragging themselves down his chest towards the dip where his shorts hung loosely around his hips. Riku suppressed a shiver. Not that he wanted that to happen again because he just so happened to think about it. So no, sending him and Axel on an errand for some quality bonding just didn’t make sense from Selphie’s perspective. The supermarket trip would mean that the caterer is…oh no. NO. SHE. DIDN’T.
“Riku-kun!”
Why yes, yes she did.
His father came twirling towards them, wearing his signature spiffy pink apron and booty shorts. The crazed man grabbed Riku’s hands and looked at his son with worry.
“Why didn’t you tell me you needed my help in preparing a sensual meal in the hopes of bedding your best friend?”
Riku’s body froze as his mouth opened in horror. He craned his neck to look towards Selphie, who found the bag of oranges on the counter to be more interesting.
“You told him?!”
Selphie all but dropped the bag of oranges at the sound of his voice.
“No!” She pouted as she put the oranges in a bowl and walked up to him. She crossed her arms over her chest and with her nose raised, communicating that she was better than to stoop so low as to tell Riku’s father his secret, said, “He guessed through a mad lib.”
His father nodded vigorously.
“I did! I’m so proud of it, look!” He said, taking out the folded piece of paper from the pocket of his apron. The silver haired man stood up straight and cleared his throat.
Riku has had the hots for a certain Papa of his for many years. This Papa has yet to know of these magnificent desires, and doesn't know how badly Riku wants to thrust gloriously into him. Riku has decided to get over his fear of shame and go to his Papa and reveal his secret naughty bits. He hopes that in the end, his Papa can accept his animalistic desires or at least, get a good romp or two out of it.
Riku couldn’t fathom what he did in a previous life to earn this cruel punishment. “How the hell did you get me liking Sora from that?!”
“I didn’t!” the man said, defending himself, “Anyone as blind as a bat can see that you like the boy. I just did this for fun!”
Riku could feel the left side of his face twitching. Axel couldn’t stop laughing. The redhead tried desperately to regain his composure, straightening up and forcing the muscles on his face to relax. But once he looked at the scowling silver haired teen, whose cheeks held a faint rose color, the man lost all sense of composure and erupted into another fit of laughs.
Papa grabbed his son and twirled him around before pulling him close into his embrace.
“Oh, don’t worry! I would never shun you, my little fudge packer!” He pushed his son away in order to pose dramatically. He placed a fisted hand up in the air. “You love Sora-chan with a love that’s as fierce and as strong as ten thousand earth quakes!” He looked at Riku. “You make sure that no other man or woman crosses his mind when you’re with him. Make him a victim of your grace.” The man stopped and examined his son. “No, you don’t have that.” Papa scratched his chin in thought. “Charisma?” Riku raised an eyebrow to which the man frowned. “You differently don’t have that.” The man snorted. Riku rolled his eyes. “I got it!”
His father went up to him and grabbed his hands.
“You’ll make him a victim of your pretty hair!”
Axel exploded into another fit of laughs in the background while Selphie took notes on a note pad on the kitchen counter.
“Pretty hair?” Riku asked, more skeptical rather than curious.
Papa nodded vigorously. “Hair that fierce will have panties and boxers dropping!”
Selphie looked up from whatever she was doing and nodded.
“It’s true; it’s the hair that sells you,” she said, “Lots of girls ask me if they can pet it.”
And here I thought I had charm, looks, and talent. Thanks Selphie.
Papa saw the unenthusiastic look his son had and cupped the boy’s face, worriedly.
“Don’t you worry about your social reputation, Riku-kun,” the man cooed. “The town saw this coming a mile away!”
Riku pulled himself away from his father’s grasp.
“Since now that it’s out in the open, I have no choice than to fulfill the role of a responsible father,” the man winked at him cheekily. Riku took a step back, hoping to turn around and run.
The man ducked under the counter and pulled on some dark colored socks onto his hands. Riku wasn’t surprised to know the man kept sock puppets on his beck and call, after all, the man had to have someone to talk to while Riku was gone. One of the sock puppets had blond shaggy hair, while the other had spiky black hair made out of yarn. The socks were finely detailed to show that the puppets wore some type of uniform. Riku decided that his father had too much time in his hands.
“As your father, it’s my responsibility to show you the secret workings of the magical world of gay love through…” the man paused for added dramatics. “…Puppet Sock Theater.”
Selphie and Axel clapped in awe as Papa posed. Riku could only stare in horror.
Papa positioned the sock puppets opposite each other.
“Cadet Strife!” Papa used a low baritone voice for the black haired puppet. “We can’t continue this affair any longer, you’re only fourteen.”
“I’m fifteen, there’s a difference!” the blond haired sock puppet said, in a lighter voice. Riku felt a head ache coming on. “I only long to be with you, Zack Fair, please teach me the ways of your buster sword!”
Riku looked at Axel, giving the man a questioning jester by raising a curious eyebrow. The redhead merely shrugged, not bothered that Riku’s father was using his cousin in his theatrics.
As the man continued on with his dramatics, Riku managed to creep up on Selphie, who was writing furiously on the notepad on top of the counter.
“What are you doing?”
The bubbly girl quickly covered the notepad’s contents with her hands “Nothing!” she squeaked.
Riku looked at the girl suspiciously before dismissing the notepad. He was sure he’d find out its contents sooner or later. He just hoped that whatever it was, Selphie didn’t try to sell it to the town paper for publishing. He had enough to deal with the last time she did something of that magnitude. Suffice to say, Riku managed to single handily steal every single newspaper within a twenty block radius when Selphie decided to publish a raunchy piece of fanfiction starring him under the recipe section of the paper. To this day Riku still gets strange looks and winks from old women in the shopping district. One old woman wanted to know if he could give her some sugar.
He shuddered.
“Of all the people to help us with this,” Riku began, suppressing the horrific memories of old women and double entendres. “Why him?” He pointed at the man, who was currently making the sock puppets make out while Axel watched attentively.
Selphie stood up, pushing the notepad and pen aside. “Oh come on! He genuinely wants to help you!”
Riku glared at her.
“Okay, I didn’t have enough munny to get a proper caterer and Papa just so happened to over hear my obnoxiously loud cell phone conversation and offered his services free of charge if I can get you to cook with him in the hope that they both of you rekindle the lust in your quasi incestuous father-son relationship”
Riku blinked as Selphie said all of that in one breath. He sighed, not bothering to protest any of it. If this was the necessary evil he had to endure in order to win Sora’s heart, then so be it.
“It can’t be helped now,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “So, what’s the game plan?”
Selphie’s eyes seemed to tinkle at the question. Riku didn’t know whether brace himself for what was about to come out of her mouth or plug his ears and start singing a song in order to ignore her.
“Well, the plan is to give Sora a taste before denying him your goodies.”
Riku tilted his head slightly. “Yes, I remember you saying that before.”
“Well, we’re going to do it literally,” Selphie said, smiling evilly.
“I’m not quite following.”
“Since it’s only you and Sora, I was thinking…” She paused to lick her lips hungrily. Riku didn’t like where this was going. “…Of Sushi being eaten off your taunt naked body.”
“I won’t do that!” he yelled.
Selphie pouted. “Why not? It’s romantic and sexy as hell!”
Riku looked up before pulling Selphie aside. It seemed that his father had managed to rope Axel into his homoerotic sock puppet theatre as the redhead was currently fulfilling the role of Cadet Strife. His father was currently using his “Zack” puppet to grope up and down Axel’s in search of the glory hole. Riku suppressed a horrified shudder.
“Listen,” he began, ignoring Axel’s obnoxious moans and his fathers giggles. “I don’t want to weird him out by doing that. Best friends don’t just get naked all willy nilly and eat food off each other,” he tried to reason.
“They don’t?” Selphie said, more disappointed than shocked by the fact.
“No, they don’t” Riku reaffirmed.
“But it won’t be that bad. He’ll be too busy eating off of you to care.”
“Selphie,” he growled.
“It’s just going to be the two of you. How can it hurt? It’s not like a big group of people that include intimate friends and family are going to be there watching you as you try to seduce Sora with soy sauce running down your hot, slick, pack of abs.”
There was an awkward silence between them as the mental image tried to sink into Riku’s mind. In the background, Papa laughed and giggled as Axel chased him around the counter, giddly yelping “Oh, how the tables have turned! Cadet Strife wants to plow through my rounded treasure globes and find my glory spot!”
Riku craned his neck to the side to see what the hell his father and Axel were doing, but Selphie quickly grabbed his attention by cupping his face.
“Riku, please, I promise it’ll be tasteful…” she said, letting go. “…and delicious.”
The boy scowled.
“If it’s only going to be me and Sora, then I guess I’ll take the risk.”
“Great!” The chirpy brunette cheered. She immediately turned in the direction of Papa and Axel. “He’s on board, let’s start making some food!”
Axel stopped chasing Papa and raised an eyebrow. He was pretty sure Riku was such a tight ass that the teen wouldn’t be on board with showing off so much skin. It sort of surprised him the lengths he’d go for Sora and a part of him sort of felt guilty about telling Kairi about the party. He looked at Riku and winked, making his Cadet Strife puppet blow him a kiss. Riku glared at him. Well…looks like that part of him feeling guilty just died.
Papa’s eyes grew tenfold as they sparkled with merriment. “Oh, how glorious! This dinner will outshine any dinner party I’ve thrown before! I can’t wait to let Riku borrow my good pearls!”
“What!?”
“I’ll get the rice going!” Selphie chirped.
“I’ll get the seaweed wraps,” Axel added.
“And Riku-kun and I will start marinating the meat with our spicy forbidden love!” The man dramatically posed and encouraged his son to do the same by gesturing for the teen to come to his side.
Riku slowly walked over to his father but he refused to pose.
“Come Riku-kun, let’s pound and tenderize the meat with our strong manly thrusts!” Papa began to pelvic thrust to the air as if to lead by example.
Riku scooted away in horror. He was beginning to question at what lengths he was going to go to tell Sora he loved him and if one of those lengths was putting up with a crazed father happily thrusting away, a demonic redhead, and a perverted maniacal girl who thought she owned him.
So here's a draft portion of chapter 7.
7. The art of Fine Dining
Riku was astonished that they were able to make it back from the supermarket in one piece. After Axel made that inappropriate comment about the cashier’s breasts looking a little lopsided, he thought they’d be ripped to shreds before paying. It didn’t help that the cashier was actually a lumber jack of man on a heavy dosage of hormones and it didn’t help that Axel dropped his card, winked, and said that when the man was done morphing from beast to beauty to give him a call. Riku wondered how Axel made it this far in life without being brutally beaten to death by strangers.
When they got to the white gate of his house, they saw Selphie waiting by the door, tapping her foot impatiently as she bit into her bottom lip.
“Finally! I thought you guys set up shop there or something,” she said, shoving a doggie biscuit at Axel. The redhead frowned at the cookie and put it in his pocket. Selphie took one of Riku’s bags and opened the door.
“I just spoke with the caterer and they said that they’ll do it for free!” She placed the bag on the counter.
Riku paused after he placed the groceries on the counter. If his memory was correct, no restaurant was that generous when it came to catering. Either Selphie sent them on one hell of a guilt trip with one of her elaborate stories or she blackmailed them into preparing food. If either were the case, then why did she make him and Axel go to the supermarket to get food? Did she do it so that he could spend more time with the ludicrous redhead? If she wanted to do that, Riku doubted she would send them on an errand together. She could just trip Riku into a closet with Axel, lock it and that would be the end of that. Though not likely, the idea did spark the mental image of Axel’s hands raising Riku’s shirt up before slowly dragging themselves down his chest towards the dip where his shorts hung loosely around his hips. Riku suppressed a shiver. Not that he wanted that to happen again because he just so happened to think about it. So no, sending him and Axel on an errand for some quality bonding just didn’t make sense from Selphie’s perspective. The supermarket trip would mean that the caterer is…oh no. NO. SHE. DIDN’T.
“Riku-kun!”
Why yes, yes she did.
His father came twirling towards them, wearing his signature spiffy pink apron and booty shorts. The crazed man grabbed Riku’s hands and looked at his son with worry.
“Why didn’t you tell me you needed my help in preparing a sensual meal in the hopes of bedding your best friend?”
Riku’s body froze as his mouth opened in horror. He craned his neck to look towards Selphie, who found the bag of oranges on the counter to be more interesting.
“You told him?!”
Selphie all but dropped the bag of oranges at the sound of his voice.
“No!” She pouted as she put the oranges in a bowl and walked up to him. She crossed her arms over her chest and with her nose raised, communicating that she was better than to stoop so low as to tell Riku’s father his secret, said, “He guessed through a mad lib.”
His father nodded vigorously.
“I did! I’m so proud of it, look!” He said, taking out the folded piece of paper from the pocket of his apron. The silver haired man stood up straight and cleared his throat.
Riku has had the hots for a certain Papa of his for many years. This Papa has yet to know of these magnificent desires, and doesn't know how badly Riku wants to thrust gloriously into him. Riku has decided to get over his fear of shame and go to his Papa and reveal his secret naughty bits. He hopes that in the end, his Papa can accept his animalistic desires or at least, get a good romp or two out of it.
Riku couldn’t fathom what he did in a previous life to earn this cruel punishment. “How the hell did you get me liking Sora from that?!”
“I didn’t!” the man said, defending himself, “Anyone as blind as a bat can see that you like the boy. I just did this for fun!”
Riku could feel the left side of his face twitching. Axel couldn’t stop laughing. The redhead tried desperately to regain his composure, straightening up and forcing the muscles on his face to relax. But once he looked at the scowling silver haired teen, whose cheeks held a faint rose color, the man lost all sense of composure and erupted into another fit of laughs.
Papa grabbed his son and twirled him around before pulling him close into his embrace.
“Oh, don’t worry! I would never shun you, my little fudge packer!” He pushed his son away in order to pose dramatically. He placed a fisted hand up in the air. “You love Sora-chan with a love that’s as fierce and as strong as ten thousand earth quakes!” He looked at Riku. “You make sure that no other man or woman crosses his mind when you’re with him. Make him a victim of your grace.” The man stopped and examined his son. “No, you don’t have that.” Papa scratched his chin in thought. “Charisma?” Riku raised an eyebrow to which the man frowned. “You differently don’t have that.” The man snorted. Riku rolled his eyes. “I got it!”
His father went up to him and grabbed his hands.
“You’ll make him a victim of your pretty hair!”
Axel exploded into another fit of laughs in the background while Selphie took notes on a note pad on the kitchen counter.
“Pretty hair?” Riku asked, more skeptical rather than curious.
Papa nodded vigorously. “Hair that fierce will have panties and boxers dropping!”
Selphie looked up from whatever she was doing and nodded.
“It’s true; it’s the hair that sells you,” she said, “Lots of girls ask me if they can pet it.”
And here I thought I had charm, looks, and talent. Thanks Selphie.
Papa saw the unenthusiastic look his son had and cupped the boy’s face, worriedly.
“Don’t you worry about your social reputation, Riku-kun,” the man cooed. “The town saw this coming a mile away!”
Riku pulled himself away from his father’s grasp.
“Since now that it’s out in the open, I have no choice than to fulfill the role of a responsible father,” the man winked at him cheekily. Riku took a step back, hoping to turn around and run.
The man ducked under the counter and pulled on some dark colored socks onto his hands. Riku wasn’t surprised to know the man kept sock puppets on his beck and call, after all, the man had to have someone to talk to while Riku was gone. One of the sock puppets had blond shaggy hair, while the other had spiky black hair made out of yarn. The socks were finely detailed to show that the puppets wore some type of uniform. Riku decided that his father had too much time in his hands.
“As your father, it’s my responsibility to show you the secret workings of the magical world of gay love through…” the man paused for added dramatics. “…Puppet Sock Theater.”
Selphie and Axel clapped in awe as Papa posed. Riku could only stare in horror.
Papa positioned the sock puppets opposite each other.
“Cadet Strife!” Papa used a low baritone voice for the black haired puppet. “We can’t continue this affair any longer, you’re only fourteen.”
“I’m fifteen, there’s a difference!” the blond haired sock puppet said, in a lighter voice. Riku felt a head ache coming on. “I only long to be with you, Zack Fair, please teach me the ways of your buster sword!”
Riku looked at Axel, giving the man a questioning jester by raising a curious eyebrow. The redhead merely shrugged, not bothered that Riku’s father was using his cousin in his theatrics.
As the man continued on with his dramatics, Riku managed to creep up on Selphie, who was writing furiously on the notepad on top of the counter.
“What are you doing?”
The bubbly girl quickly covered the notepad’s contents with her hands “Nothing!” she squeaked.
Riku looked at the girl suspiciously before dismissing the notepad. He was sure he’d find out its contents sooner or later. He just hoped that whatever it was, Selphie didn’t try to sell it to the town paper for publishing. He had enough to deal with the last time she did something of that magnitude. Suffice to say, Riku managed to single handily steal every single newspaper within a twenty block radius when Selphie decided to publish a raunchy piece of fanfiction starring him under the recipe section of the paper. To this day Riku still gets strange looks and winks from old women in the shopping district. One old woman wanted to know if he could give her some sugar.
He shuddered.
“Of all the people to help us with this,” Riku began, suppressing the horrific memories of old women and double entendres. “Why him?” He pointed at the man, who was currently making the sock puppets make out while Axel watched attentively.
Selphie stood up, pushing the notepad and pen aside. “Oh come on! He genuinely wants to help you!”
Riku glared at her.
“Okay, I didn’t have enough munny to get a proper caterer and Papa just so happened to over hear my obnoxiously loud cell phone conversation and offered his services free of charge if I can get you to cook with him in the hope that they both of you rekindle the lust in your quasi incestuous father-son relationship”
Riku blinked as Selphie said all of that in one breath. He sighed, not bothering to protest any of it. If this was the necessary evil he had to endure in order to win Sora’s heart, then so be it.
“It can’t be helped now,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “So, what’s the game plan?”
Selphie’s eyes seemed to tinkle at the question. Riku didn’t know whether brace himself for what was about to come out of her mouth or plug his ears and start singing a song in order to ignore her.
“Well, the plan is to give Sora a taste before denying him your goodies.”
Riku tilted his head slightly. “Yes, I remember you saying that before.”
“Well, we’re going to do it literally,” Selphie said, smiling evilly.
“I’m not quite following.”
“Since it’s only you and Sora, I was thinking…” She paused to lick her lips hungrily. Riku didn’t like where this was going. “…Of Sushi being eaten off your taunt naked body.”
“I won’t do that!” he yelled.
Selphie pouted. “Why not? It’s romantic and sexy as hell!”
Riku looked up before pulling Selphie aside. It seemed that his father had managed to rope Axel into his homoerotic sock puppet theatre as the redhead was currently fulfilling the role of Cadet Strife. His father was currently using his “Zack” puppet to grope up and down Axel’s in search of the glory hole. Riku suppressed a horrified shudder.
“Listen,” he began, ignoring Axel’s obnoxious moans and his fathers giggles. “I don’t want to weird him out by doing that. Best friends don’t just get naked all willy nilly and eat food off each other,” he tried to reason.
“They don’t?” Selphie said, more disappointed than shocked by the fact.
“No, they don’t” Riku reaffirmed.
“But it won’t be that bad. He’ll be too busy eating off of you to care.”
“Selphie,” he growled.
“It’s just going to be the two of you. How can it hurt? It’s not like a big group of people that include intimate friends and family are going to be there watching you as you try to seduce Sora with soy sauce running down your hot, slick, pack of abs.”
There was an awkward silence between them as the mental image tried to sink into Riku’s mind. In the background, Papa laughed and giggled as Axel chased him around the counter, giddly yelping “Oh, how the tables have turned! Cadet Strife wants to plow through my rounded treasure globes and find my glory spot!”
Riku craned his neck to the side to see what the hell his father and Axel were doing, but Selphie quickly grabbed his attention by cupping his face.
“Riku, please, I promise it’ll be tasteful…” she said, letting go. “…and delicious.”
The boy scowled.
“If it’s only going to be me and Sora, then I guess I’ll take the risk.”
“Great!” The chirpy brunette cheered. She immediately turned in the direction of Papa and Axel. “He’s on board, let’s start making some food!”
Axel stopped chasing Papa and raised an eyebrow. He was pretty sure Riku was such a tight ass that the teen wouldn’t be on board with showing off so much skin. It sort of surprised him the lengths he’d go for Sora and a part of him sort of felt guilty about telling Kairi about the party. He looked at Riku and winked, making his Cadet Strife puppet blow him a kiss. Riku glared at him. Well…looks like that part of him feeling guilty just died.
Papa’s eyes grew tenfold as they sparkled with merriment. “Oh, how glorious! This dinner will outshine any dinner party I’ve thrown before! I can’t wait to let Riku borrow my good pearls!”
“What!?”
“I’ll get the rice going!” Selphie chirped.
“I’ll get the seaweed wraps,” Axel added.
“And Riku-kun and I will start marinating the meat with our spicy forbidden love!” The man dramatically posed and encouraged his son to do the same by gesturing for the teen to come to his side.
Riku slowly walked over to his father but he refused to pose.
“Come Riku-kun, let’s pound and tenderize the meat with our strong manly thrusts!” Papa began to pelvic thrust to the air as if to lead by example.
Riku scooted away in horror. He was beginning to question at what lengths he was going to go to tell Sora he loved him and if one of those lengths was putting up with a crazed father happily thrusting away, a demonic redhead, and a perverted maniacal girl who thought she owned him.