Fire and Chains

Chapter One

XxX

"Roxas, get in here!" The voice carried through the office, causing a blond head to pop up from his cubicle.

"Coming!" Roxas called, gathering a few papers and running into his bosses office. He was slightly out of breath when he arrived, a small flush on his cheeks. "What can I do ya for, boss?"

Green eyes glared at him from across the desk. "Watch that mouth, you know exactly what I want, now hand it over."

Roxas fought back the urge to roll his eyes, before handing over the papers in his hand. It always baffled him how Axel was so tightly wound at work- he was the youngest guy to make manager in their company, you think he'd be a bit more understanding of his employees.

Axel glanced over the papers, before waving Roxas away.

"Your welcome," Roxas muttered under his breath, turning to walk out.

"You don't get thanks for doing what is expected. Now stop pouting and get back to work." Roxas stiffened at the sound of Axel's voice, taking his advice and getting out of his superiors office before his smart mouth got him fired.

XxX

"He said WHAT?!"

Roxas took a deep breath as his brother shouted at him from across the dinner table. It was Friday family dinner, and he had ranted to his family about his earlier encounter with his manager.

"Relax, Sora. I was pushing his buttons, we were both in the wrong," he reasoned with his twin, as his mother brought in dessert. She placed the tray of sea salt sundaes on the table, dishing them out quietly to leave room for her sons to finish their discussion.

"Yeah, well, the guy should behave better. It's why he gets paid so much more then you, right?" Sora grumbled, digging his spoon into his dessert.

"He's paid more cause he gets results Sora. Not all of us get to do art with their boyfriends in the comfort of their own home," Roxas retorted. He vaguely wondered why he was defending his asshole boss, but he was too far gone into the argument to stop. He had a competitive streak when it came to Sora- which started when he arrived 3.5 minutes before him. Stupid Sora.

Yes, Sora worked on props and prosthetics together with his high school sweetheart Riku. They made enough in their first year to put a down payment on a house, and now, 4 years later, they are still happily co-habitating and raking in pretty sweet cash. Stupid Sora.

"That's not fair. You decided to go to school for something dull and stressful. Like, who chooses accounting anyways?" Sora tossed back, volleying an insult like it was a sport for them. Which, really, it was.

Roxas glared at him. "It was a stable career choice! Sure it's dull, but I make good money, I have a pension plan, I'm even thinking of buying a condo! So sorry I don't live up to YOUR expectations!" He was yelling now, and his mother was looking at him with widened eyes.

"Roxas, honey, calm down. Sora was not attacking your career choice. He was just worried about you. Because he cares about you," his mother spoke gently, her hand resting on his. Roxas took a deep breath, tension leaving his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Mother, Sora," he mumbled. He hated when he had outbursts like that. He hadn't always been this way, but ever since a certain... experience in high school Roxas found it a lot harder to control his emotions, and everything he felt was raw and intense.

His doctor called it "Borderline Personality Disorder" , which stems from emotional trauma. Roxas fought the urge to laugh- trauma was a kind way to put it.

"I'm sorry too, Roxas. I was pushing your buttons on purpose. That wasn't cool," Sora rubbed the back of his neck, in that dorky way he does, and it made it impossible for Roxas to stay mad at him.

Their mother clapped her hands together. "Look at my two boys making up- your father would be so proud," she spoke with a sad smile.

Both of them grabbed their mother's hand. "Of course he is Mom. He is proud of all of us," Sora spoke softly. Behind them, a candle flickered beside a picture of middle aged man with brilliant blue eyes.

XxX

Roxas took a deep breath as he entered his own apartment. His roommate Demyx was sprawled out on the couch, button mashing as the latest boss in his Tales of something-or-other smashed him into the ground. "Goddamnit!" he cried, throwing his controller onto the couch violently.

"Woah there, that is BOTH of ours dude," Roxas mentioned as he wandered into the kitchen to put away his left overs.

Ignoring him, Demyx followed him, peaking around him to eye the tupperware. "Is that Mommas famous lasagna?"

Roxas rolled his eyes, pulling out a second tub. "She didn't forget about you...vulture," he said as Demyx snatched the container from his hands. He began rummaging around for a clean fork.

"So hey- are you heading to Seduction tonight?" Demyx asked around a large bite of pasta.

Roxas gave him a disgusted look as a chunk of tomato came flying at him. "I was planning on it. I missed out on last months."

Seduction was the monthly club night that catered to... certain fetishes. Roxas was first introduced to the lifestyle when Demyx showed him a website called fetlife. It was like facebook for people into BDSM.

Two years later Roxas was out to meetups regularly, and tried to get out to the club when he could. He was still on the look out for Mister Right. It was just so hard to find a Dominant man interested in what he wanted. Most of the 'gay Doms' wanted to get their dick sucked, slap him around a bit, and send him on his way.

He wanted a true, long term Master. Someone to take care of him and vice versa. He wanted to wait in a doorway, on his knees, ready to greet his Sir with a collar tight around his throat. He wanted it so bad he found himself up at 3 AM jerking his cock while talking dirty to strangers on the internet for just a taste.

"Then let us get READY BOI!" Demyx declared, lasagna finished in record speed\.

Roxas smiled, as his friend pulled him towards his bedroom.

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The music was thumping loudly as Roxas entered the small club at the outskirt of town. It was placed in the industrial district, so you were not finding it unless you were looking for it.

Each month, Seduction picked a theme for the club night. Leather, Pet Play, Corprol Punishment, act. This months theme was Masquerade- so everyone was donning masks- cat masks, horse heads, he even saw a polar bear walk by. Roxas felt a bit lame in his simple black mast that covered his eyes. He wasn't really there to his his identity, but the slight anonymity was exciting.

Demyx spotted someone he knew, so he waved to Roxas and disappeared into the crowd. Roxas shook his head and headed to the bar. He needed a decent amount of social lubricant to even begin trying to meet people. His social anxiety didn't help, and if it wasn't for Demyx as his emotional fall back, there was no way he would be at a club in general, let alone trolling for hot Doms.

Yes, as Roxas downed a shot of tequila, he definitely felt like a troll among the sea of great looking women. His last boyfriend had left him for a gorgeous blonde who would let him occasionally tie her up. That was preferable to the absolute submission Roxas was willing to offer him.

Roxas would never be enough because he had a cock.

He ordered another shot, when a man slid up beside him. Roxas didn't hear what he ordered, he was too busy trying to calm down his instant erection.

This man just oozed power. He wore a beautiful red and black suit, with a pair of shining cuff links. Cuff links! His red hair was spilling over his shoulders in precise, perfect spikes. His face was covered by an elaborate eye mask adorned with red and black feathers and stones. His eyes were shielded by a thin layer of white mesh, but his develish grin was on full display. It was obvious he had noticed Roxas staring at him.

"Something on my face?" he asked as their two drinks were placed in front of them.

"Huh?" was Roxas' eloquent response.

The stranger's smirk grew, and he reached for his drink- a Scotch maybe? "I just thought there had to be something that had you staring at me like that," his voice held laughter as he downed the drink in one shot.

Roxas watched his throat as he swallowed the liquid, and couldn't help but picture the man swallowing something-

He shook his head slightly to get himself out of the daze this man put him in. "N-Nothing is wrong with your face," he stuttered out, before downing his own drink.

The man leaned in towards his ear, "Careful with that, little one... wouldn't want a nasty man to take advantage of you, would you?"

Roxas felt the heat of his breath in his groin, the erection he had almost willed away back with full force. "T-That won't happen..."

"Oh believe me, there are predators everywhere, looking for little lost lambs like you..." he spoke again, closer this time, his hand moving to touch Roxas' leg.

His hand began traveling up, just grazing his cock, when-

"EXCUSE ME!" A loud voice sounded behind them. The stranger quickly removed himself from Roxas, offering the woman his spot near the bar.

Roxas moved away too, realizing he was being felt up at the fucking bar. His eyes scanned the area, looking for those black and red feathers- and he kept looking until Demyx had found him, telling him it was time to head home.

The stranger was gone.

Roxas felt utterly disappointed as he sat beside Demyx in the cab. His roommate chatted about a scene he did with this dude Saix, and how his ass was going be sore well into next week. He was too excited to notice Roxas lack of participation in the conversation, or he had pegged his friend as tired, whichever it was, he didn't stop talking until they entered their apartment.

Roxas stumbled into his room, flopping onto his bed with a sigh. His cock throbbed at the memory of their brief encounter. He was the first person to coax that response out of his body.

Of course, he just ran out of there as soon as someone noticed. Another sigh escaped him. Maybe he was just another closet asshole who wanted to touch dick as long as no one noticed.

Great, now Roxas felt like shit about himself. Again. He took out his phone, looking for a distraction to ease his mind before bed. He tapped his email icon, noticing he had a few new ones.

He sat up abruptly when he saw he had a notification from fetlife: xFireAndChainsX has sent you a message. Roxas clicked on the 'reply' button, taking him to his inbox. The message was titled Little Lamb.

Roxas' heart skipped a beat, and he opened it.

Hello, Little Lamb.

I warned you, predators were everywhere. It took me little time to find your profile on here, thank you for making it so easy.

Were you upset I left you so suddenly? I watched you look for me all night... those blue eyes searching for me. Did you assume I left? I was very much there, near by and watching you.

Right up until your little friend took you home. Is he your boyfriend? Did he take you home and fuck your brains out?Were you thinking of me the whole time?

By his display tonight, I am guessing he isn't. If he was, he would not have left you alone, vulnerable, and weak to my advances. Or have been begging for a taste of Saix' cock.

I know you felt what I felt tonight, and I would like to explore it.

I'm a patient man, but do not keep me waiting to long, Little Lamb. You don't want me hunting you down.

Or maybe you do.

I look forward to your response.

XFACX

Roxas' mouth went dry as his eyes took in every word. So he was there. Apparently so close he took note of the blondes searching eyes.

He even watched Demyx take him out of the club. He should be creeped out, shouldn't he? The guy admitted to stalking him through the night, watching the boy become more desperate as the night passed.

So why was his cock standing at attention? The man screamed danger, but it was that danger Roxas craved. He wanted someone to take charge, to draw out his submissive nature, and use it to do all sorts of filthy, unspeakable acts.

But that's exactly the kind of thinking that has gotten him into trouble before. He thought with his cock, and lead him straight into the arms of people looking to hurt him.

Roxas closed down his browser with out responding to the message. He needed to let his rational mind think about it for a while, not his sex crazed, liquor soaked one. He slipped under his covers, his lube in his hand, ready for another night of self lovin'.

XxX

Monday rolled around faster then Roxas would have liked. That means another week of verbal abuse and mind numbing work. His only saving grace was Xion, his cubicle neighbour who started at the company at the same time. She was the only one he could stand in the sea of stuffy shirts and sour faces. It was almost like no one LIKED their job as a various tech worker bee. All of them were stationed on the same floor- accountants, tech support, data analysts- they herded the group of them together under the expert leadership of Axel Leonhart. He was the younger brother of the companies CEO, Rio Leonhart, which gave him the ability to do whatever the hell he wanted.

Which, it seemed, was to be the biggest dick boss on the planet.

Roxas walked into work that Monday to dead silence. Everyone avoided looking at him, and as soon as he made it to his cubicle, Xion popped her head around the corner. "Dude, what did you DO?"

"Me? Nothing! Why?" he asked, fear creeping up his neck.

"Well you must have done something! When Axel came in he came straight here looking for you. He had this scary, intense look in his eyes. Freaked me the fuck out. He did not look happy," Xion explained. "He told me to send you to his office as soon as you got here..."

Roxas swallowed,, placing his bag beside his cubicle. He turned towards his boss' office, and seeing all the blinds closed sent another shock of dread through him. It must be pretty bad if he didn't want an audience.

Roxas felt numb as he walked towards the large, looming door, bigger then he remembered it. He knocked quietly, and a decisive "come in" came from the other side.

He pushed the door open to find his boss sitting at his desk, hands typing at his computer. He closed the door behind him with a soft click. "Xion told me... you wanted to see me?"

Axel did not look up at him. "Take a seat, please," he spoke softly, but there was an edge to it.

Roxas obeyed, sitting in front of him.

Axel finished typing whatever he needed to, before turning towards the blonde. "I want to ask you a personal question, and I expect an honest answer. Is that clear?"

All Roxas could do was nod. This was all too weird, to different. He could handle the rude and pushy version of his boss, but this side of him left him feeling... weird.

"What did you do Friday night?" his words hung in the air, his eyes fixated on Roxas.

"W-What do you mean?" Out of everything, this was the last question he thought he'd be asked.

Axel's eyes hardened. "I am asking what you did Friday night, when you got home."

Roxas swallowed thickly. "I um... went to have dinner with my family..."

"And then?" Axel asked.

"I don't know what you are looking for..." Roxas started, confusion swirling around in his head.

Axel rose from his seat, eyes checking on the blinds, before walking behind Roxas.

His hand reached around, lightly gripping the smaller mans throat. "What I want to know is why you never responded to me."

Roxas moved to look at his boss, when his gripped tightened and held the blond in place. "Now now, I warned you against having me hunt you down..." he whispered his his ear.

That familiar warmth shot directly to his groin. "Y-You're..."

"That's right. I'm the one you seduced that night," Axel's lips brushed against his hear, sending another shot oh heat through him.

"I d-didn't seduce you," Roxas breathed out, trembling. If anything, Axel had seduced him nine ways from Sunday.

Axel chuckled, low, deep, fucking delicious. "Oh I think you did. You should have seen the way those legs spread as soon as I touched you," he released Roxas' throat, hand traveling down his chest, towards his now straining erection, "just like right now."

He was right, Roxas' legs were spread wide, giving his boss complete access. All he could to was whimper, hands moving up to hide his face. Axel moved away from him then, a laugh coming from him. "Now isn't this a nice picture... face covered but legs spread. What an innocent little slut you are..."

Roxas heard a snap, and moved his hands to find Axel had his phone out. He had taken a picture of Roxas, splayed out in front of him.

Axel smirked, pocketing his phone. "Just a token for forcing me to wait for this," he spoke as he walked towards Roxas, slow, deliberate. "I don't like waiting."

"I-I'm sorry, P-Please delete that picture..." Roxas didn't quite recognize the needy whine behind his words. He was begging.

That realization made his cock twitch.

"Oh I don't think so. It is going to be my new background," he smiled, watching his subordinate blush all shades of red at that.

"This is sexual harassment..." Roxas tried to muster a glare, and Axel laughed at that.

"Try saying that again with your legs closed. I'm the one being harassed here," Axel watched as the realization dawned on Roxas' face, and his legs snapped closed. "We can discuss this tonight at my house. You will be joining me, won't you?" He posed it like a question, but Roxas knew the tone held no room to argue.

"Yes Sir," Roxas whispered, before straightening himself up, and walking out of the office.

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TBC