A/N: Rated M 18+ for graphic violence and physical abuse, mental abuse, cursing, rape, drug and alcohol abuse and a happy ending. Note the word "graphic" in the previous statement. This is basically a story that chews up and spits out Roxas, but there is a happy ending and no character death (at least no death for the protagonists, other characters I'm no sure yet.) So, if you can't take it or don't like it, don't read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy.
'Why am I here?' Roxas asked himself as he forced himself to inch into the club, or house, or place. It was dark, and bright lights flashed oranges, blues, purples, and greens across an open-space ad hoc dance floor. Couches on the sidelines were illuminated by black lights. The entire space seemed to breathe, and was teeming with moving bodies, between people dancing in the middle of the room and making out, or beyond, on the couches.
Roxas clutched one arm to his side and wrapped the other around his thin frame, scratching his elbow. He had prepared himself for going out tonight, spending time picking out a thin and slightly tight long sleeved black shirt, and loose black pants, held up with a studded belt someone had left behind in the bleachers after a game last season. He had also, for the first time, had tried a little eyeliner. His hair was geled up, exposing his pierced ears with plain silver studs in them. 'Just disappear.' He shut his eyes and began thinking, feeling the pulse of the music reverberate in his lungs and intestines. 'Become someone other than Roxas. Just for a few hours. Please. Just to forget—'
"Roxas!" a boys voice shrilled in shock. Roxas's eyes flew open.
"Oh hey, Hayner." Roxas smiled as his teammate walked up to him.
"Hey yourself," Hayner looked him over. Roxas thought he was looking at him with something different in his eyes, than when they were on the field. Before he knew it, his arm was being pulled energetically, towards the center of the room.
"Come on Roxas! Come to the dance floor. That's where all the party is!" Hayner pulled him, smiling widely.
"Sure," Roxas almost whispered in response, and let himself be led to the center of the dance floor.
He moved with the pulse of the crowd, Hayner danced with him, occasionally touching his shoulder or hip, and whenever possible, giving him a jello-shot or test-tube shot that came floating through the crowd. Roxas was sweating and began regretting wearing long sleeves, thinking that a tank top would have sufficed in his crowd. Most of the guys, including Hayner, were not wearing a shirt or just wearing an undershirt, and some of the girls also lacked clothing on their upper bodies.
Hayner grabbed another pair of jello shots for himself and Roxas and gave it to Roxas, pulling Roxas close to him by wrapping an arm around Roxas's lower back. Roxas instinctively leant away from the imposing blond.
"Just relax!" Hayner urged, then winking, downed his jello shot. Roxas did the same. Moments later he felt even hotter.
As the night rolled on, a couple began dancing with them. Roxas noticed a tall man with silver or whitish bleached hair looking him over, repeatedly, with a hungry, focused look in his eye. Roxas began getting tired of it, and since speaking was out of the question, he glared back at the guy. The guy smirked and leaned towards the girl he was with, whispering something in her ear. Roxas furrowed his brows, only to have his chin pulled back towards Hayner and suddenly he was being kissed?
Hayner was kissing him! Whoa! When did this happen! Hayner's arms once again wrapped around Roxas, one hand slipping down the back of his pants, another sliding up his shirt to gently rub Roxas's left nipple.
"Whoa!" Roxas pushed away from him. The girl that was with the tall guy then slipped in and began kissing Hayner, who seemed indifferent to the change of partner. Roxas stood in shock. The crowd flowed around the four, and suddenly they were pushed closer together. The movement made the two part their kiss and they smiled contentedly at one another. Hayner grabbed Roxas's hand and all four began dancing together: Hayner alternating between Roxas and the girl, and the tall guy began loosely dancing, when the opportunity arose, with Roxas.
A few minutes later, maybe longer, Roxas was loosing touch with time, the tall guy opened up a small container and offered was seemed to be small strips to the two young blonds. The girl took two pieces, and put one on her tongue and offered the other to the tall guy who shook his head. Hayner pulled Roxas close and shouted "SCORE!" into his ear. He took two, put one on his tongue, and gave the other to Roxas. Roxas looked at it, and then got a look from the tall guy, daring him, goading him to do it. He glared back, and promptly put the piece in his mouth. It dissolved quickly, tasting both sweet and weird at the same time.
The lights started flashing brighter, and his body felt like all tension had been lifted. Roxas moved with renewed freedom. Everything felt good. The idea of "consequences" could not be further away. He grinded with everyone: Hayner, the girl, another guy behind him, the tall guy. Hayner and Roxas began dancing facing one another. The girl moved to dance behind Hayner, slipping her hands on his body. One of his hands moved up and down Roxas's hip, the other disappearing behind Hayner's back, presumably touching the girl. Roxas's legs were intertwined with the room's legs. He swayed, stretched to feel hair, silkier than his own, he bent, leaning backwards into the tall guy, who, in turn, wrapped his arms around Roxas, caressing his pectoral muscle with one hand, and sliding his hand along Roxas's side with the other. All of a sudden, Roxas was pulled out of his body towards Hayner and the two kissed. Roxas reveled in the sensation of warm, wet lips on his, even though the sloppy wetness of it all was a little unpleasant. Strong arms slowly pulled him backwards again and he found himself, head tilted backwards and upwards, in another kiss. This time, it was stronger and more insistent, firmer. Smooth warmth enveloped him. Roxas felt himself melting and he sighed into the other person's mouth.
Apparently, he had actually melted, and the tall guy was now picking him up and carrying him away from the center of the dance floor, never breaking the kiss. Roxas sensed things becoming darker and he looked up to see that they were now in the corner of the room. His companion quickly stepped over and into a couch which was facing the wall. Things were quieter back here, but there were two other love seats next to the couch, creating a small false private space. One of the loveseats had one person sprawled on it, with a bucket nearby. The other had three mostly naked people on it, making out and doing…
"How do you feel?" A sultry voice asked. Liquid hazel eyes pierced him.
"Amazing," Roxas lolled. Wrapping his arms around the beautiful silver haired man's neck. Every nerve ending on his body pulsed with pleasure.
"I'll make you feel even better," the voice whispered into his ear, then nibbled. Roxas blushed bright red.
A cool hand massaged his stomach and up his chest. The man was kneeling on the floor facing Roxas who sat, slumped in the couch. He was leaning forwards, his torso situated between Roxas's legs. Roxas rubbed the man's firm arms, marveling at their hardness and color, up until he was distracted by a slight pinching on his nipples. He heard someone moan—was that himself? And felt his body buck upwards slightly. Heat pooled in his stomach. The silver haired man laughed deeply, Roxas could feel it in his own body. A tongue traced down Roxas's neck. Something cool and firm wrapped around Roxas's privates. He gasped and the moaned with pleasure as he was enveloped by the warm wetness of his companion. Hands squeezed his butt as a tongue circled his shaft and flicked his tip, sending waves of pleasure throughout Roxas's body. Roxas slowly raised his hips off the couch as the heat of the coming orgasm built and built. Soon he was writhing on the couch, almost screaming with pleasure as he came. The man below swallowed the load and licked Roxas clean. Then he pulled up Roxas's boxers and pants then fixed his belt. Roxas panted, having melted in the coach.
He looked at the man with half-lidded eyes. "No one ever…that was…" Roxas began the man's smirk grew across his face.
He pulled Roxas to a more upright position.
"Do this with me then let's go dance in the other room." He said. Roxas smiled goofily back at him.
The man leaned over to the glass table. He used a razor blande and siphoned two lines of white powder. He pulled a small roll of cash from his pocked, put it carefully in one nostril, held his other nostril closed, and breathed in the powder. He shook his head slightly, blinked his eyes a few times, then gave the tube-roll of cash to Roxas. Roxas crawled forward on the couch, leaned over the table, and mimicked his companion. The man next to him caressed the smaller boy's stomach and lower back as he began to inhale the powder. He was halfway through his line when he pulled back suddenly.
"It burns!" Roxas said with water in his eyes.
"Oh my baby, what will I do with you?" the blonde man laughed and pulled Roxas up and brought him to a bathroom. He sat him on the counter, grabbed some paper towel, wet it lightly, then twisted the corner into a small cone shape. Roxas watched him, but quickly became enthralled with the reflectiveness of the mirror and the faucets, as well as the cold hardness of the counter.
"Here put this up it," he instructed.
Roxas did as he was told and was immediately soothed by the cold relief. He smiled after a few moments, then jumped down, "Let's go dance!" he pulled at the man's arm. For some reason, he felt extremely energetic, as if he would explode if he didn't do something to burn it off.
"First," the man cooed, (he cooed!) "What's your name, baby?"
"Roxas," the small blonde giggled. "What's yours?"
"Seifer," he began kissing Roxas's neck, leaving small hickeys.
Roxas laughed and circled his arms around Seifer's waist, tugging towards the door. "Dancing!" he urged ecstatically.