Hello all! :D

As usual, thanks you so much to all that have favored and reviewed my stories so far. It means a lot, it really does. You guys are awesome; don't let anyone else telly uo otherwise! *hearts*

Anyway, been wanting to do a RoxasxSora fict. for a very long time now, and I actually got around to doing it...then about halfway through, I decided to throw Axel in the mix because...well...because I can, truthfully. hey, two cute boys sexing each other up; Axel's yaoi senses would definitely be going off xD

So anyway, light and nonsexual the first two chapters (that is if you count Roxas butt groping nonsexual), then sexy times for the last two, with a threesome in the last one :D

Enjoy all. Reviews are very much appreciated! x3

Roxas was definitely sure that he was getting a reserved seat in hell for this. Didn't make him want to do it any less, but still wasn't a happy thought.

He was sitting in a bar with his twin, Sora, who he had to (almost literally) drag to the place. Axel was away on a family reunion and Roxas had become a bit lonely without the presence of his eccentric redhead. So to pass the time, he had been hanging out with Sora for a while. He hadn't really hung out with him for a while (a fact that Sora promptly reminded him of), but not because of any sibling rivalry or anything; in reality, the two were very close, especially when they were young. It was just that they lived a long ways from each other and were usually swamped with work and/or school; and when that wasn't going on, their boyfriends took up the rest of their time. Sora was always going on about how he wished they could spend some more time together, So Roxas decided that now was the best time than any other.

Earlier today, while the two were talking over lunch, Sora admitted to Roxas that he had never drunk any alcohol. Roxas laughed but he wasn't that much surprised; Sora was always the innocent white lamb of the family, after all. Roxas rarely drank either; it was only when Axel took him out to bars or took him to parties that he drank a bit of wine or cocktail. He had never gotten stone cold drunk; just a bit tipsy, which was apparently enough to turn him into a mix of raging drunk and clingy drunk. Basically, he became a bit more bipolar than usual when he had a few drinks.

A few minutes after Sora told him about his abstinence from alcohol, Roxas started to wonder what kind of drunk Sora was. He was almost completely certain that he was a happy, giggling mess that always took to the karaoke mic, but he wasn't sure. Sora did tend to surprise him once in a while. So with hours and hours of persuading and favor promising, Sora reluctantly agreed to go to a club with him. "But only one drink!" he had said, swearing that he'd leave after he had one. Roxas agreed and planned to get him the strongest drink he could.

The club they went to was one of Axel's favorites: it was a gay club, dark except for a few neon lights that hung overhead in all sorts of colors. The DJ played rave music as a few patrons danced and grinded on each other in an adrenaline ecstasy.

The twins were at the bar, Roxas wearing a tight muscle shirt that hugged his torso in all the right ways and cut off at the midsection to reveal his stomach, along with tight black pants that hugged his backside and showed off the curves in his tight butt. If you looked at him, you would think he was out trying to find a one-night stand and wasn't in a committed relationship. He did admit he did pick the outfit out with the intention to turn some heads, but not for the intention of giving it later on. Ever since he had been with his boyfriend, he had been coming more and more out of his shell. He started to realize how attractive he really was and started to notice and like the attention he got. He enjoyed the fact that guys and girls alike watched him as he walked by; he sometimes swayed his hips a little to be a teasing little bastard. He never lead anyone on, though; if anyone ever started to flirt with him, he'd give the cold shoulder or kindly tell them he was with someone. Tonight was really the only night he had been so provocative, but that was only because Axel was gone and he wanted some personal attention. Hey, he had needs just like Axel; he had the right to crave a little attention!

Sora was dressed a bit more…reasonable. He had a blue and white polo shirt on with a black hoodie, a pair or khaki shorts, and a pair of black converse shoes, which were more like clown shoes than normal footwear. Roxas always teased his brother about his fashion taste, but he never did change it, saying that Riku liked how he dressed. Roxas guessed they were a perfect pair: both had no apparent sense.

Roxas crossed his arms over the bar, not bothering to sit down, while Sora spun in his stool nervously, hands in his lap and looking down. He looked like he was on a one-way ship to hell rather than a bar.

"Roxas," he said quietly, which was hard to hear over the booming music, "We shouldn't be doing this; we're both underage. What if someone reports us?"

"C'mon, Sora," Roxas said, placing a reassuring hand over his shoulder, "I've come here a bunch of times. We're not gonna get in trouble, I promise. So relax, okay little bro?"

Sora shot a glare up at him and huffed. "I told you not to call me that! We were born on the same day, dummy!"

"Yeah, but I was born six minutes earlier," Roxas boasted, never allowing Sora to forget he was technically the big brother.

Sora pouted and pushed him. "You're an ass, you know that?"

"And proud of it. Now, what will our little virgin be drinking tonight?"

Sora blushed a bit as Roxas called him a virgin. "Idiot…and um…I dunno. The only alcohol I know of is wine and beer."

Roxas couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. It was like he was talking to a seven-year-old. "Why am I not surprised? Don't worry, I'll order for you." He whistled for the bartender who came to him in seconds flat. He had been checking him out earlier, but Roxas pretended to not notice. "I'll have a blue moon with a slash of cherry rum. He'll have a mango daiquiri."

The bartender nodded and started on their drinks.

"I think I'll start you out with something simple. It's pretty sweet, so I think you'll like it."

"O-okay," Sora said, playing with his hands. "Remember, only one drink and then I'm out!"

Roxas chuckled and nodded. "Alright alright. Calm down already, Mr. Perfect."

Roxas suddenly felt a hand grope his ass hard and he jumped and squeaked a little. He quickly turned around to catch the culprit. He was a dirty blonde with a messy Mohawk who wore a tight fishnet shirt and matching black pants. He had a few rave bracelets around his arm and a martini glass in his right hand. His constant staggering and goofy smile were clear indicators of his intoxication.

"Hey baby," he said in a drunken slur, "Come here often?"

Really, Roxas thought, that's the best you can do? You grab my ass and give me a line out of a $5.99 pickup book? How drunk are you, asshole?

Roxas could have just shooed him off or given him the cold shoulder, but he was feeling unusually bold tonight. His drink came around and he took a sip before leaning on the bar with his elbows, facing the drunk surfer looking patron. "Actually, I do," he said, smirking a bit. "But I've never had someone be so direct as you. It's a little…exiting." He licked his lips just to be a total bastard. In the back of his mind he couldn't believe he was actually doing this, but in the part he was listening to, he thought he might as well have some fun.

"Well just come with me babe," The drunk said, slamming a hand down on the space right next to Roxas' arm, "I'll make your night even more exciting."

"Sounds nice," Roxas said, "I'll just have to call my boyfriend and ask if it's okay." Roxas took out his cell phone and pretended to dial numbers. "Let's just hope he doesn't come here and beat you to a pulp like the last-"

Roxas didn't even have to finish; the guy was gone, off hitting on some black-haired guy with an eye patch. Roxas laughed a bit and looked over at Sora. He was staring at him with wide eyes and mouth open.

"…What?"

"I can't believe you just did that!" Sora almost shouted, trying not to laugh but failing.

Roxas shrugged. "I'm not the one that grabbed my ass. Now, ya gonna drink or not?"

Sora turned back to his drink and gulped a bit. He poked it a few times like it was actually alive and going to eat him. He sighed, put on his big boy face, and took the drink and chugged it down with one gulp. He almost choked as he coughed and wrinkled his face. Roxas laughed hysterically as he pat his poor little brother on the back.

"This isn't milk, Sora; you can't just scarf it down like that." Roxas was still laughing as he rubbed his brother's back.

"Shut…up!" he said in between small gasps of air.

Roxas stopped his taunting and finally sat down. "So, how was it?"

Sora wiped his mouth of the bit he had coughed up and swirled his tongue around his mouth. "…It's…actually okay…a little bitter, but kind of sweet."

"See?" Roxas said, smiling. "I knew you'd like it!"

Sora laughed a bit as he rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, it wasn't as bad as I thought."

"So, you want another?" Roxas asked, finishing his own drink.

Sora was about to bring up his deal, but then thought about it. He had already had one, and it wasn't as bad as he thought. And he felt a bit tipsy, but not drunk…

"Alright, one more," he said. "But that's it! Only one more and then we're going!"

Roxas kicked the door to Sora's apartment open, lugging the said drunkard over his shoulder. He had let him walk himself at first, but after the third time he ran out into the street and almost was ran over by a car, Roxas decided it would be less suicidal for him to carry the poor boy. Sora was singing some song Roxas never heard of in a drunken slur as Roxas closed and locked the door. He went over to the couch and tried to put Sora down.

"Alright, last stop bro," he said, putting Sora down and watching him collapse on the couch.

"Ah, you're so nice Roxas~." Sora's glazed eyes didn't even look at Roxas as he spoke to him. "You gave me a nice piggyback ride all the way back home. You're always so good to me~!"

"Yeah yeah," Roxas said, trying to find some coffee in Sora's kitchen. God, if their mother saw Sora now, she'd—…Probably kill him for getting Sora drunk. It wasn't his fault, really: he had fully intended to take Sora home after his second drink, but he said he wanted one more and that he could handle it. And then he had another one…, another one…, and another four. Pretty soon, he was drunk off his ass, shouting and laughing for no apparent reason at random intervals and, at one point, getting up on the bar and dancing, which of course got the whole bar's attention. Roxas was pretty sure that if he let him stay up there, the boy would actually start stripping, a sight which he did not need. He'd take pictures of course, but he still wouldn't enjoy watching it.

Having no luck with coffee, Roxas decided the next best outcome would be to take the drunkard to bed. He went back into the living room and saw Sora already staggering back to his room.

"Sora, where are you going?"

"Oooooh, just gonna head in fer…tonight." He ran his side into a wall but kept going. Roxas had to hold back laughter as he saw his sweet, innocent "little" brother stagger and sway like he was dodging bricks.

"Ya sure you don't need any help there, big guy?"

"NOPE! Nope, I'm just…I'm just fine. I'm just gonna…" Sora words trailed off as he got to his bedroom and slammed the door. Roxas let himself laugh a bit when the door closed.

He was about to get ready to go back home but then wondered if it was such a good idea to leave the boy alone. He remembered the first time he was drunk and it…was not pretty. And Sora seemed more of a lightweight than him so…

With a heavy sigh, Roxas took out his cell phone and left a message for his voicemail saying he was sleeping over at Sora's place. Axel usually called around nighttime so he wanted him to know where he was and why he wasn't picking up. He tucked his phone back in his pocket and went into his brother's bedroom.