We do not own any characters in this story. No, seriously, not even phish food. Created by Mejixa, and Axaraneldix, although that name too long so we just call her Axara.
Mistakes were made.
Axel sat on the couch, watching the pretty colors of people and horny teenagers, mainly horny teenagers, swirl around him. He slowly swam through the punch. Well, not really punch. It was originally intended as punch, with all of the usual fruit juices sloshed into a bowl; but it ended up more as a cocktail of all the alcohol a bunch of under aged teens could find; which is, quite a lot actually. Attempting to drown his sorrows or himself in the 'Punch', he saw Demyx, or at least he thought he saw Demyx, his best friend was hard to miss even under the influence.
From what Axel could make out, he was busy grinding into several people that he didn't know, or couldn't recognize in this state. Of course, this whole 'partnership' they had, was because of the Let It Be Underwear Incident. Now, they were both taking the same mind numbing classes in the 7nth grade. One of which happened to be Theatre, or, as they called it, the Forced-Sorry Excuse-For-A-Drama-Class, elective. Truly, the teacher alone made you want to brain yourself. Mrs. Salerd was her name, Shakespeare happened to be the game. They were in the Drama room, the kids were running around, and Demyx was bouncing around in a very, very bad burnt orange dress. You see, there were not enough girls in the class to fill up all of the girl parts in their production, so Demyx got roped into playing Phoebe in As You like It. He didn't have a problem with it, this the children ran away screaming "GAYYYY" as he approached. Axel didn't have a problem with it, and decided to go up and talk to him in the middle of a late rehearsal, when no one was actually working. That and he had a suspicion that the blonde haired devil had stolen his lucky lighter earlier that morning. They sat around on some steps for awhile talking about this and that, Demyx asking how he looked in the ugly burnt orange dress. Mean while Squall, who was dying of boredom, started messing around on the piano, which he was decent at, and played the firs few bars of 'Let It Be'. Demyx immediate reaction was to jump, run, and sing all at once, which didn't work out so well for him. You see, while he was sitting on the carpet, the Velcro bit that held his dress together clung to the carpet, which meant on the immediate jumping up motion, his skirt fell down to his knees. Demyx pulled up the skirt as fast as he could, but Axel had already had the image of his skinny white ass in shiny pink hearted briefs. Needless to say he couldn't stop laughing, this one simple, very bouncy act endeared Demyx to Axel eternally. Well that and even mentioning the Incident could send him into fits of laughter for hours.
Axel spent several minutes debating whether Demyx's partners were male or female, as everyone knew Demyx was gay. He gave up, mostly because boobs and bulges seemed all the same to him and gave his friend a slurred "You go guy!" before slinking away to find another hobby.
He tottered upstairs looking for a quiet room to crash for awhile, since all of his sport had run away at the sight of him, and his feet had trouble running after them. He barged in on a very intimate couple going at it.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Axel looked at the pink haired kid scrambling to get his clothes on, someone that he'd never understood.
"clear 'roff." He grunted. They had heard the story of Axel having once set fire to one of their classmates at a previous party, and the pink haired kid wasn't even decent enough to help his lady friend scurry out of the room with him. Well, at least he thought it was a lady friend, can never tell with the pink haired ones…
Axel flops himself onto the bed, stretching to cover the whole bed and pulling the pillow close and smothering it. " gawd…Rox'ses… hic."
Axel hic-upped, his brain dredging up the fight he'd gotten into with Roxas. The pain of the memory dully pounded in his scull, (or maybe that was just the punch wearing off). The emotion wracked his body so hard, he couldn't even get the energy to drag his ass back down stairs for another drink and vertical shag with all the other zombies of the party. He couldn't remember really what he'd done that day that made Roxas turn against him. Like usual, they were hanging out at Axels house, his mom being cool enough to leave them alone, and his dad out on business. They took over the den, using it for intense video game matches, the occasional movie night, and crashing at 3 am when they had nothing more to debate or criticize.
They had flipped on the T.V. to some sort of cookie cutter sitcom about a straight girl and gay man living together. Axel didn't even bother to pay attention, he was to busy thinking of ways to bother and flirt with Roxas. It was odd how many times those two things coincided. After doing the fun bit (flirting.) they'd both laugh it off, pretending that it'd been a game.
Axel decided to do the classic 'Yawn and stretch', which he did flawlessly. Roxas sat there, eyes glued to the T.V. ignoring when Axels arm draped carelessly over his shoulder.
A bit miffed by the reaction of NO reaction, Axel went for phase two. His devious mind went to work, and his careless hand got the signal to start slowly rubbing Roxas's shoulder and arm. Roxas tensed his muscles, but just sat there, daring Axel to go further, and Axel was never one to not take a challenge. He leaned in, feeling his breathe bounce off of Roxas's pale neck. He could smell Roxas, a smell distinctly Roxas. Not flowery, or spicy. It wasn't anything cologne could even dream of reproducing. Axel tugged Roxas a bit closer and nuzzled his neck, wondering what the hell his mind was doing in the gutter.
Roxas thought the game had gone far enough, and Elbowed axel right in the ribs. Falling back, he gasped for air like a fish, his eyes bulging with shock, as Roxas rounded on him. He had never gotten this kind of reaction from Roxas before, and it was definitely never this painful.
"What is your problem?" Roxas growled, all Axel got in before he started up again was a strangled gasp for air. "I can't believe you, Fuck Axel! This week…and you're always..! God." Roxas stood up kicking fallen chip bags out of his way, and all Axel could do was watch him, you know, incase a fist came his way instead of a elbow.
"Axel, I just can't handle you anymore! You just like to screw with my mind, like a fucken' cat with a moose!" Axel didn't want to correct his mistake, even though air was pumping through his lungs again. Roxas didn't notice. "You do all this shit, being my friend and hanging out with me, then you pull that crap, and what am I supposed to think half the fucken' time I spend the night I don't know if your going to climb into my sleeping bag with me, to have a go! What the hell am I to, you a 5 dollar prostitute?"
Axel tried to take advantage of the lull of shouting.
"Roxas, that's not at-"
"Oh yeah right Axel." He started in once more; the boy was like a very rabid dog with a very stupid bone. "' That not what your trying to do.' The Fuck it is Axel, I have lived with a hell of a lot better liars in my life time than the likes of you. You know what the fuck had happened this week, do ya?"
He got close, snarling at Axel. Axel didn't want to move, even though he was the closest to Roxas, Roxas still didn't tell him everything as soon as it happens, usually waiting until its old news to tell him.
"That bastard of a father walked into Gran's house asking for money, dragging his sad ass corpse through the door like he owns the place. He was high, oh yeah, I think he took a bit more while our backs were turned right in our own fucken' house. Sora was gone; I couldn't get a decent word out of him the rest of the day. You know what he did? He turned on me and said 'boy, you old enough to have a job, where the hells your cash?' where do you think I got this from?" Roxas pulled up his shirt and turned around; there was a fading, thin bruise.
"This is from where he pushed me into the counter when I said I wouldn't give him money, Gran's had to pay him a few hundred before he'd leave. So if you think that I can deal with your mind fucks, you are wrong! Just leave me the hell alone!" Axel was dumb founded, stunned at the story, as Roxas just stormed right on out of the door and out of his life. He had even ordered Gan and Sora not to answer his calls, or the door when he came knocking.
Axel curled tighter around his pillow, reviewing what he had already played in his head many times. His slurred mind that had easily gone through past events started coming up with its own Ideas, why hadn't he said anything before? Why did Roxas get so bothered by that bit of flirting? Why didn't Roxas just take off his shirt instead of lifting it up? Such nice abs...
His body almost immediately reacted to the image of Roxas taking off his shirt and he rolled off the pillow groaning. He reached out his hand, seeing Roxas over him, trying to feel the image up. "Damn it Rox'ses"
Sora was having quite a time downstairs, avoiding the punch and grinding up on his drunken friends. The only reason he was avoiding the punch though was because of it bitter taste, Demyx sure had a funny way of making food, he thought remembering to avoid asking him for food.
"So," he said turning back to a sneering blonde girl, "how about you and me go out and check out the 'stars'?" Sora gave her one of his winning smiles as she doubled over laughing. Yes! She's totally going for it! He thought, moving closer, fumbling with her shoulder to get their faces closer. She laughed even harder and pushed him away.
"Tell you what 'stud,'" she snickered, getting control of herself. "I'll meet you in the first bedroom upstairs; I have to go tell someone I might not be coming home." He excitedly nodded and started running to the stairs before remembering himself and turning around "See you there, babe." He said, doing a cheesy point and wink move that he could have learned from T.V. land.
She almost peed herself at this "yeah, I'll be right up!" she said copying him. He missed the sarcasm and ran upstairs to the sound of girls laughing.
Sora tripped over his own big feet as he fumbled with the doorknob, pushing the door in as he got the contraption to work. When he was in the room, the first thing he noticed was a very, very hammered red head spread on the bed. Axel looked over at Sora, looking at him blearily smiling.
"A-Axel?" Sora stammered, "What are you doing in here?" his heart was pounding.
"Com 'mere," he said to Roxas, not even wondering why he would be at this party. Sora obeyed, moving closer to the bed, he had been crushing on Axel ever since freshman year when he had helped him pick up his books. Axel seem so mysterious, so amazing to him, he had long ago just thought that it could never go any further than a fantasy.
Axel sat up, allowing room for Roxas to join him on the bed. Reaching up, Axel ran a hand through Sora's hair bringing their head closer together. Sora's heart thumped against his chest as their lips crashed together, ignoring the rancid smell of the punch, distractedly thinking what the hell did Demyx put in that punch?
Axel maneuvered Roxas so he could roll on top of him, felling his whole body under his own. Roxas, I should have told you… he ran his bumbling hand all over Roxas, carelessly running his tongue over his lips. Sora accepted the very slobbery kiss from Axel, adding his own body into the mix. Axel was getting hotter and hotter, he felt him self burning within his clothes and angrily pulled off his shirt, and doing away with Roxas's at the same time. Sora gasped when his shirt flew over to the other side of the room, landing on the lamp, Idling wondering whether or not that girl would burst in on them.
Axel ran his hand up and down Roxas's chest wondering when he had gotten so buff, and where that tan had come from. Oh well, all the better to drool over. Which he did, running his tongue over all of the muscled flesh in front of him. Going straight for his objective, he went straight to the pants and realized that they were truly the devils work. Since when had buttons been so difficult to get off? Axel closed his eyes, still trying to get the damned pants off.
Sora wiggled under Axel thinking, is he really going to do it? Really? Axel finally succeeded in unbuttoning the pants, and Sora leaned back deciding to enjoy the feeling. He allowed his mind to dream what was going to happen next. He felt Axel reach in his pants, and imagined where his hand would go next, all of the feeling all of the passion, waking up to be next to him, he couldn't distinguish what was real anymore as he drifted off. The last thing he heard was "Rox'ses' stop swayen, in fron' a me…" and thinking I'm not Roxas… before passing out from the roofie Namine had stuck in his drink for a laugh earlier.
Axel fell over to the side of Roxas as the Alcohol took its toll, his hand still jammed in Roxas's pants. He passed out happily dreaming of what he was doing to Roxas, as the party still raged on into the night below him. Many people opened the door, to slam it just as fast when they saw the scene inside. Lamely making the excuse it was already occupied, before taking their partner to a 'quieter place.'
Axel woke up to birds scratching his ears out in the morning. This was hell. No, this was a hangover, same principle, just less fire and brimstone. Rolling over, he felt for something warm, if he was this hung-over, there'd be no way he'd slept alone. Feeling but the scratchy, vile covers, he realized his bed partner must have left earlier. Too bad too, wouldn't know who to act awkward around the next day. Ah well. Pushing himself up, he felt like a whale had managed to squeeze itself into his cranium after he'd passed out. It seemed to be a happy whale, because it kept thumping its tail against the walls of his skull. His stomach thought that puking seemed like a good idea about then, and promptly, as if taking a cue from a conductor, aimed for the waste basket.
He was amazed at how little it helped. Now, not only did a whale reside in his head, but said whale seemed to use his mouth as a latrine. The next challenge of this morning was standing up, and miraculously, he managed it, on the first try. Such a feat deserved applause, but, there was still no one there. Carefully he put one foot in front of the other, and making it to the door, opened it up using his patented party-shuffle to get down the stairs. Its concept was simple: Don't fall down, no matter the cost of people, or objects in the way. In fact, it is highly encouraged to use walls and other people as a support mechanism.
He made it down the stairs, with only two stumbles, each fall prevented by the party shuffle. This was a new record. He shuffled through the living room, avoiding debris and bodies, the few that were still scattered around. He shuffled all the way into the kitchen, figuring that the kitchen would be where human life could be found, and there he saw, sitting on the counter, master of this house, in all of his glory, eating Ben and Jerry's Phish food ice-cream: Demyx.
"You Party Shuffle down here?" he was well aware of the party shuffle, having to master it on his own.
"Beh, meh, blarch….ehhh" Axel replied, adding a few noises that one could only call 'just-run-into-a-brick-wall' noises.
"You look like crap." he said cheerily. Axel noticed, as he slouched into a near by chair, that he was wearing a contented smile. The 'I-just-fucked-all-night-long' smile. Oh how he loathed that smile on other people's faces. Stupid, stupid faces, He urped, wiping his mouth of the awful crusty left over 'punch'.
"Want some Happy Mulch?" Demyx asked, offering some pink mulch looking drink to him. Axel was almost positive it was part Pepto-Bismol and tooth paste, although Axel never questioned his friend as to what else was in it, but god-damnit was it the best hang over cure he'd ever tried.
Looking up to swipe at the god send of a drink, his groggy mind noticed something.
"….Mess?" he asked looking for one. Demyx hummed and went back to eating the phish food.
"I've been forcing Happy Mulch down people's throats when they wake up, and making them clean before they leave. At the end of today I might only have to wash the blender out." Axel grunted and took a large swig of the Happy Mulch feeling it work almost instantly. It shrunk the whale in his brain considerably.
Demyx was staring at Axel as he nursed his Mulch, finally saying.
"Sora just left." Axel wondered if Demyx would ever reach the bottom of his container of phish food.
"So?" He finished off the drink and felt his whale leave his brain, probably in search of some other poor sod.
"Well, wasn't he with you last night?" Demyx asked simply. Now that Axel's higher brain functions were working again, he drudged up the memories of last night.\
"No, I was with Roxas." Slowly remembering bits of his night, Demyx licked his lips, putting the spoon down thinking.
"No you weren't. I checked the rooms this morning, your hand was definitely down Sora's pants, or is Roxas brunette now? I don't know, I can't keep up with these crazy kids." he shoveled more phish food into his mouth, letting Axel mull on what he said.
"But… wasn't Roxas here last night?" Axel was going cross eyed with all of the confusitory facts.
"Nope, but Sora was. Namine was kicking him around like a boomerang that just wouldn't go away." Axel felt his stomach go through a trapdoor in the floor.
"Oh, fuck." He slumped further in the chair, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling.
The all knowing one licked his spoon, looking at Axel with some interest.
"So, you almost fucked your crushes brother last night," Axel whimpered in assent.
"You're kinda screwed." Axel almost jumped out of the chair, but Demyx added "you've been in worse situations before though. You should probably go apologize to Sora, telling him the truth that you were drunk, but sugar-coating it so he wouldn't have his feelings hurt, then go Proclaim your love and apologize to Roxas for what you did to his brother." He paused for a moment, taking another scoop of ice cream and adding as an after thought. "Flowers would help."
Axel was almost stupefied by this simple, yet ingenious plan. Slumping again, trying to recover his dignity he grumbled "for Roxas or Sora?" Demyx had to think about this question.
"Well, I meant for Roxas, but you do what you will." He took another bite, and then struck by an epiphany said. "Oh and when you go to the flower shop, tell Olette that her cell phones here and she can pick it up whenever." He started humming again, proud for remembering such an important thing. Axel nodded, then hearing a groan from the other room; he snickered at his whales work. Although, he wanted to leave before he had to deal with a newly awoken drunkard. Getting up his only good byes were
"Need sleep." Demyx waved cheerily and he walked confidently to front door. Demyx called to him. "Don't wait too long to apologize. Oh! And Take out the garbage by the door." Axel nodded and took out the trash.