::-Coffee and Cigarettes-::

Chapter I

Cinnamon Mocha


Dad was drunk again.

Mom hated it. Hated him for it.

Dad hated that she hated him.

Mom cried as he hit her.

Dad relished the sound, laughed about it, smiled as he inflicted the damage.

Mom collapsed onto the floor, bleeding and crying still, her eyes listless – lifeless.

And Roxas watched, helpless, from his living room for the third time that week.

x-x

A short, teenage blond stuffed his shivering hands into his coat pockets as he kicked a rock down the sidewalk. The stone was big enough to hurt when he kicked it too hard, too far, to send it spiraling before him. But at least this distracted his mind – focusing on how long he could keep kicking this one rock until he left it behind to find another of similar proportion. This game usually lasted for awhile or as long as it took for him to really start shaking from the cold. It sucked that it was winter, his least favorite time of the year. If it was any other season he could just spend all day outside and only have to go back home to sleep. But unfortunately it was about 20 degrees Fahrenheit outside in Twilight Town and if Roxas didn't want his fingers and toes to fall off he would have to go home sooner or later.

He sighed once more into the frigidly cold air, seeing the wisps of white it left behind when he did. His hot breath floated into the air and vanished right before his eyes which led him to look at the sky. It was gray, as always, but never shedding any kind of precipitation. See, Twilight Town was cold in its winter months but it hardly ever snowed there. They were lucky to get even a few inches by Christmas. Though, Roxas really didn't care either way, but he thought as long as it was cold they could at least have the snow to go along with it.

He lowered his eyes from the stone grey sky above him back to the pebble he had been formally kicking. He gave it a quick punt to keep it from falling behind. Soon, he would be close to home and soon his feet would go numb. He cursed himself for not wearing two pairs of socks before heading off to school that morning.

Roxas frowned at the sight of his little home on the corner of the suburban street. Of course it wasn't pleasant to the eye for Roxas, hell, it was more like he'd rather be back at school then even step into the confines of his own home. Maybe he should have stayed behind for tutoring today, he kind of needed help with his math anyway…

It's too late now, Roxas thought as he pulled out his keys, fitting one into his front door.

Before he knew it he was standing in the living room, glancing around quickly before shooting up the stairs to his bedroom. He prayed to whatever god that wanted to listen that his Mom or Dad weren't home yet. Mom worked at the office almost every day but came home early some days. Dad was always at his job too, being the boss of a company and all; he had a lot of responsibilities. Though sometimes he would come home early too…those days Roxas feared and were the reason he avoided home for as long as possible.

Roxas quickly shut his door, locking it behind him for good measure. He threw his book bag on his light blue bed spread then collapsed onto it, cuddling deep into the soft warmth. It was a good thing he came home quickly, he guessed. At least no one seemed to be home and at least now he was warm. And he would have fallen asleep if not for the evil thoughts running rampant in his mind as if they owned the place.

He didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted peace for one moment. Sleep seemed to be the only time he could achieve such tranquility.

Just calm down, clear your mind, count Goddamn sheep if you have to.

Roxas tried this and before he knew it, to his disbelief, he was sound asleep.

x-x

Roxas woke to yelling and screaming, which wasn't a surprise. His ears became super-sensitive as he listened to the argument going on just downstairs. It didn't sound like this one was going to be worked out over the dinner table. No, they both sounded way too angry for even sitting at this point. Roxas was just so thankful he wasn't down there. To be in his room was like a little miracle. He wouldn't be blamed for everything this time. He wouldn't have to see his Mom cry, wouldn't have to watch the sadistic smile stretch across his Father's face as he made his Mom sob. He was free from torment. At least for this night he was.

"Roxas!" He heard his Mother's cry from down the stairs, pain filled and heartbreaking. Roxas cringed at the sound, knowing that if he loved his Mother more he would be down there helping her. The problem was though…he just didn't care. Surely he loved his Mom somewhere deep inside of his cold, hardened heart. She was the one who gave him life, nursed him when he was sick and taught him how to ride a bike. Though after these few years of pain and anguish, hate and neglect he just…didn't feel the love he used to anymore. It was as if someone had replaced the Mother he had held so dear with someone who didn't even know him anymore.

His Mother's cries were silenced after a few moments; all that was left were little choked breaths that Roxas couldn't even hear. Roxas then really did wish that he cared more.

A knock on his door had his heart beating out of his chest. He hadn't even heard anyone come up the stairs. Before he could even wonder who it was, his Father stormed in, casting a glare towards the small blond boy sitting on his bed. Roxas froze; he could have sworn he locked the door…Did his Father acquire a key to his room too?

"So, I heard you were seen wrapped around another boy at school, is this true?" his Father said in a slightly slurred tone. His eyes still held furry and intensity though, almost making Roxas believe that he really wasn't drunk. How horrible that would be.

Roxas let his eyes drift from the man's stare, feeling his heart drop into his stomach. There was the fact in his life that he was trying to avoid at all costs: Roxas was bisexual. Roxas liked to suck dick. Roxas liked kissing girls. He didn't care, whatever he needed to take the pain away. Why limit yourself to just one option anyway? It was like just choosing one flavor of ice cream for the rest of your life.

But how in the hell did his Father, of all people, find out about this?

"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" his Dad yelled, filling the room with dense hate. Roxas felt like crying. This was no longer his Dad. He wasn't even family anymore, no, this man wasn't welcome in his life.

He found his voice after a few moments of shaking, answering quickly, "Y-yeah, so what?"

His Father growled from across the room, approaching him none too slowly he grabbed one of Roxas' wrists. The blond boy flinched and held still in his grasp. "Get the fuck out." It wasn't a question, nor was it an option. It was a demand.

Roxas couldn't help the weird sardonic smirk that ran across his face. "Gladly," he spat.

His Father's hand came down on his face, sending a searing burning sensation to fill his nerves. He held back the need to cry out in pain, his chest heaving. "You're no son of mine," his Father snarled, letting Roxas' hand go. He watched as his Dad left the room, slamming the door loudly behind him.

He let the tears fall then, allowing small sobs to escape that made his lungs constrict in pain. He hadn't cried like this in awhile. Crying was a weakness, a vulnerable point. He avoided it at all cost. But he just couldn't stop, not after something like that.

After crying his heart out, Roxas slowly approached his dresser, grabbing out whatever his hands landed on. He threw his clothes into a pile then ran to his desk, emptying everything on it into a suitcase he had in his closet. He stuffed the clothes in it as well, struggling with the zipper at a few points, his choked sobs sounding foreign to him. He glanced around his now seemingly empty room, only the old television and his books were left to give it any kind of life. Roxas couldn't help but wonder just what he was doing.

Running away…?

No, it wasn't running. His Dad had practically just given him the indication to move out.

Get out.

Roxas blinked out a stray tear then headed for his window. Opening it with difficulty, he threw his large bag out onto the slightly slanted roof top, heading back to get his book bag too he tossed that out along with it, also grabbing his thickest winter coat. Following the bags, he shifted through the window and out once again into the chilly, February night air. He shivered despite his warm coat as he grabbed both bags and proceeded to clamber off the roof, jumping down at the lowest point. His legs hit solid ground with a thud, sending pain to erupt through his body. He hissed and let a few more tears fall but he got up quickly, knowing that they weren't broken from that short of a fall. He wobbled and tripped on his way over to one of the cars sitting out in the drive way. This wasn't his car, of course. Though he had a spare key to it and heaven forbid he wander the night and freeze to death.

He fumbled with the key, shaking from the cold and the pain in his legs but eventually he slipped into the silver Cobalt almost silently, tossing both his bags into the back before seating himself in the driver's seat. He gripped the steering wheel in silence, knowing full well that he didn't even have his permit yet and that he'd only driven once before. Unless Go-Karts counted, then he'd had a lot of practice. That's what cars were, right? Just…big…Go-Karts

Taking a few shaky breaths he finally found the courage to start the car, the engine sounding way too loud in the dead of night. Soon his parents would hear and they would come running out to see what was going on. Roxas had to get out of there before that happened.

The shift was on "P" for Park, he guessed, so all he had to do was shift it down to "R" for Reverse, back out, then move it up to "D" for Drive. It seemed simple enough and he was amazed at how easy it really was. He was on the road before he even saw the front door open. It was a little hard to focus on how fast he was going what with the inner guilt and nervousness clouding his mind. He'd never done anything this reckless before. Never in his life. He was always the good boy; no one would ever expect something like this from him…

Well...his Dad did tell him to get out…didn't he?

x-x

Three and a half hours of driving later Roxas knew he couldn't just keep going the way he was. He was exhausted, hungry and just down right scared. Sure three hours of the meaningless driving on the highway wasn't so bad, but he was starting to get paranoid. Where was he? Was he even in the same state anymore? He had no idea where the highway would eventually take him, so he couldn't just keep going. He scanned the sides of the road for signs of a rest stop, a McDonald's or something.

Soon he came upon a glorious "Open 24 hour's bed and breakfast hotel" sign. Roxas smiled to himself in what was now his little car and took an abrupt right onto the ramp. He followed the road to the hotel, pulling into the parking lot slowly he parked and quickly grabbed his things. Soon he was inside the small establishment, his eyes, even though tired and sore from crying, roamed around the area. It was quaint and undersized but well kept. A tiny chandelier hung from the ceiling of the lobby along with a fountain Roxas admired. It was all so soothing compared to his last few hours.

He then realized that the woman at the front desk was giving him a weird look. He smiled awkwardly and partially ran up to the desk, his book bag hitting his hip lightly. "Uhm, how much is a single room?" he asked sheepishly, the fountains' noises mixing with his small voice.

The lady, seeming too tired for her job, raised one long finger and pointed to the sign above her head which read, "Single room: $35 a night."

Roxas laughed slightly, squinting his eyes at the fine print. "Oh, uhm, then one room please."

The woman watched as he rummaged through his bag and pulled out his wad of cash, sorting out thirty-five dollars and handing it to her. She pursed her lips then began making the accommodations. Roxas felt somewhat relieved. He would soon be in a nice, comfy bed that would hopefully sweep away most of his troubles, at least for a little while.

The woman made a small noise as Roxas noticed her handing him a key card. "Sign here," she finally spoke, sliding a piece of paper towards him as well. Roxas did as he was told and she finally let him go, but not without a, "Have a greeeeaat night."

Roxas looked at his card, reading that his room was on the 4th floor. He grinned widely at that. Of course he wanted the one where he would have the greatest view of whatever city this was. He would surely know in the morning. To his delight, he passed by a few vending machines on his way, purchasing a bag of Doritos and a Sprite. As he entered his room the smell of clean laundry filled his nose. It was welcoming and relaxing. Soon he would be in dream land, that's all he had to focus on. Locking the door behind him, he quickly ran over to the single bed and threw off his coat and his items onto it, curling up into one of the pillows, his face being sucked into a warm vastness of fluffy goodness.

It was then that Roxas heard a noise. And not just any noise, it was one that could obviously be distinguished, if you were the right age that is. One that most kids hear at a way too young age, never knowing what they heard until they learn it from a friend or parent. Maybe even that video, the one that people skip school for because it's lame but really they just don't want to be freaked out.

Yes. Someone was having sex in the room just next to him.

Roxas didn't move one bit. He kept still, wishing his ears had little covers so that he didn't have to hear how graphic it was. His night…was now ruined. What Roxas soon came to realize as he forcefully had to listen, was that the two voices were male. And for some reason, it was slowly…giving Roxas an erection…

As the scene behind the wall died down, Roxas finally heard actual words from the two.

"Y…you fucking bastard!"

"Get out if you're that annoyed with me."

"You don't have to say that twice!" … "I hate you!"

The door slammed and Roxas' then heard a sigh from the man left behind. Loud, running footsteps prattled down through the hallway, obviously the boy was in a hurry to leave.

The thought of sleep to Roxas then felt kind of foreign.

Who were those two? Why…had that boy said he hated the man he was just sharing such an intimate thing with? How could anyone have sex with someone they hated? How did that even work? They sounded…like they were doing okay for the time Roxas had been…there.

"Fuck!"

Roxas froze as he heard the man in the other room again. Something crashed and shattered, Roxas guessed it was a lamp. Another grunt and the wall was pounded on, causing Roxas to practically jump off of the bed in shock. He was surprised that the man hadn't punched a hole right through it. He felt the need to comfort this man even after what had just happened...he seemed like he was in such pain.

Roxas really couldn't stand being in that room anymore. He silently got up off the bed and headed for the door. He had to get away from the awkward setting, the angry man, everything…He opened the door without much thought then shut it behind him. But as soon as he turned back around he was met with the object of his fears.

A man with bright red hair, half dressed and sweaty, was standing at the door next to Roxas' now closed one. This man, by most likely anyone standards, was fucking beautiful. Strands of his blood red hair stuck to his well trimmed chest. He was gorgeous, far beyond belief. And he almost gave Roxas a heart attack. No one said a word for almost a full minute. The man just stared with bright green eyes into Roxas' own cerulean ones. Roxas wished he knew what to say to this beautiful boy, but nothing came to his mind except…

"I'm sorry…"

The man narrowed his tired eyes, obviously confused by Roxas' sudden sentiments. "What the hell for?" His voice defiantly sounded different when not behind a wall. So much more forceful. So much more…enticing.

"I…" Roxas couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't make it sound like he was eavesdropping.

"Come with me."

Roxas blinked a few times and looked up at the stranger. He noticed then, as he looked further that there were two tattoos under his eyes that looked like little tear drops. Talk about irony. The redhead then, weirdly enough, smiled and turned around, beckoning for Roxas to follow him with a quick nod. Roxas swiftly thought twice about the situation. A random, half naked man was asking him to follow him to god knows where. And he was…just going to comply.

Yes. That's what Roxas did. He obeyed this beautiful stranger.

Roxas walked not too closely behind the redhead, watching the man's bare feet flop across the weirdly carpeted floor. Actually, Roxas didn't find this man's feet strange, even though he hated feet. They were actually pretty graceful, if feet can be. He was led out onto a small balcony which on the door read: "SMOKING AREA," with one of those little drawings of a lit cigarette.

The redhead quickly reached into his pocket as the door let itself close behind them and grabbed out a pack of cigarettes. Obviously the man just needed a smoking break after what had happened to him. Roxas probably would have done the same thing if he smoked.

"Here," the redhead said, thrusting one of the white sticks towards Roxas.

He blinked twice, and lowered his stare. "I'm not old enough," he stated.

The redhead almost growled then as he turned to Roxas, opened up his lips with one long finger and placed the cigarette between them. "I never asked."

Roxas' eyes widened and he felt a strange blush seep over his flesh. He tongued the stick in his mouth, tasting a bit of sweat on it from the redhead's fingers. It…tasted good.

He watched carefully as the redhead lit his cig and sucked in deeply, waiting a few seconds before blowing it back out into the night air. And before he could object, the tall man leaned down to his level once again and lit his. "You have to breathe in or it won't light, kiddo."

Roxas did as he was told and soon sucked in a breath of smoke. It seared his throat and he quickly thought of coughing but he held it in. Its not like he'd never smoked before…well okay, it was just once at a party, but that hardly counted. The blond soon noticed that it really didn't count as he continued to smoke the cigarette; the toxins and nicotine making his head float on a cloud.

"Never smoked before, huh?" Roxas heard the man speak.

He shook his head, taking the stick between his pointer and middle finger. "Once…I just never really got into it I guess…"

The redhead nodded and smiled, taking a long hit and letting it out slowly. "Smoking is bad for you, you shouldn't do it."

Roxas was confused. First the man gave him a cigarette then lit it for him, then turned around and told him not to. Really…weird. "I know its bad, but you—"

"Do you always do what you're told?"

Roxas stopped in his tracks. Of course he didn't always do what he was told…not until recently anyways. I mean…he ran away from home…Though his father did tell him to get out. Wow…he really was a little kid.

"I guess I…do…" Roxas lowered his head, the cigarette waning in his right hand, slightly forgotten.

The redhead sighed and flicked some ash away. "Don't think of it as a bad thing, kid. Just as a sort of…growing up process."

"I do, I think…" Roxas then started to wonder why he was talking about his life with this stranger. He had to change the subject. "Aren't you…cold, at all?"

The red-haired man quickly glanced down at his attire and laughed airily. "No, actually. I kind of have my own climate."

Roxas tilted his head slightly, "Oh." What a weird answer…he thought.

"Axel," the man said as he held out the hand that he wasn't holding his cigarette in.

Roxas glanced down at the hand and quickly took the option to shake it. "Roxas…"

"Well Roxas, I'm sorry you had to hear that lovely scene back in the room."

Roxas couldn't believe what he was hearing. The man…actually just brought up that subject…oh god. "I-I mean, its fine, really, I was just wondering if everything was okay…" Wow he sounded like such a creep. Obviously this…Axel knew he'd been listening in…great.

"It's cool, this happens almost every week. The little idiot tends to get into these kinds of moods you know. He's practically a girl," Axel laughed, puffing on his cigarette.

Roxas stayed silent, really not knowing what to say. I mean seriously…this guy was talking about his gay relationship with Roxas. With fucking Roxas, dammit. Of course he'd never admit that he was wishing he could be this Axel's girl…no, never.

"Reno just…really doesn't know how to keep a level head. He doesn't understand my needs, and I usually don't understand his. It's hard enough that we're both male but when you throw in the fact that he's a insensitive idiot and I'm a fucking asshole…well…" Axel leaned his elbows onto the railing, staring out at the crescent moon. "Who am I kidding…? This is fucking nuts!" Axel then chucked what was left of his cigarette off the balcony to send it flying into the parking lot.

Roxas again, didn't know what to say. He was confused, cold and for some reason wanting this stranger to touch him in a seriously inappropriate place. All he could think of doing was placing the cigarette between his lips again; it seemed to take his thoughts away shortly.

Axel quickly turned around, staring Roxas down as if he were some new found prey. "Roxas…" Axel spoke slowly and breathy, giving the blond another layer of chills. The way he was looking at him should have been illegal. Slowly, too slowly, he approached him and soon there was only Axel, Roxas, and the door behind him.

Well fuck…

"You know…now that I look at you, you're super cute…" Axel's breath smelled like cigarettes and cinnamon coffee…though he had a hint of alcohol on him that Roxas picked up easily. His Dad always smelled that way…

Roxas came back to what Axel had said. Cute. He called him cute. This stunning redhead had told this skinny blond that he was…cute. Next thing you know he would kiss him or somethin—

He did.

Roxas couldn't comprehend what was happening. Axel's lips moved over his own and he fought with all he had to kiss back just as well but he was so shocked; too shocked to do anything but stand there like a deer in headlights. He did nothing until Axel's hand came down onto the front of his pants and squeezed roughly. Roxas gasped, making this situation all too real.

Axel smiled around their joined lips, "Kiss me back, Roxas. I know you want to…"

Roxas did. He wanted to, but there was something holding him back. It could have been the fact that he had just met this man. He knew nothing about him yet here he was, being molested and kissed. Roxas had no idea what would make this man do this to him. He had a boyfriend didn't he? That Reno he mentioned…

Roxas couldn't think anymore, all he could focus on was how Axel's lithe hand moved up and down on his pants, gripping his erection beneath roughly. He couldn't help that he let this stranger's tongue invade his mouth or that he bucked his hips into his hand once…twice. It was like a strange dance that he'd done so many times before; he knew exactly what to do. Though Axel did it better.

The redhead moaned into Roxas' mouth, causing Roxas to groan and buck again. It was so hot…How did it get so hot anyway? It was cold a few moments ago and now it hardly felt like he was out in below ten degree weather anymore. Roxas' now free hand, cigarette long forgotten on the floor, gripped itself into red hair which pushed him further into his attacker.

Roxas felt needy when Axel pulled away, his body moving all on its own towards the receding one. "Don't…stop…" Roxas whined, his eyes glazed over with false lust.

He saw Axel smile and lean in once to kiss him again. "Come on, we have to go inside before you catch pneumonia."

Roxas pouted but noticed his shaking, tinted-blue fingers. Problem was…he didn't really think he could walk all the way back the way he was now. He would have probably buckled over if not for the wall behind him. Axel chuckled, seeing the boy in this helpless state and quickly picked Roxas up into his arms, carrying him bridal style. He opened the door while balancing Roxas, air hitting the two like bullets of warmth. The red-haired man walked back to their rooms, Roxas cuddling close to his bare chest, carefully leaning his lips onto the skin and tasting him. He tasted so good…like nothing he'd ever smelled or touched before. It was comforting and sexy at the same time.

Axel glanced down at the boy in his arms, soft pink lips on his open chest. "Roxas…?" he spoke, slowing down as he approached the doors.

"Hmmm…?" Roxas asked, tracing little circles on the redhead's chest.

"I'm going to give you a choice, though I'm not sure if I'll agree if you refuse."

Roxas suddenly had a sense of what he was doing as Axel stood in front of the two doors. Roxas' on the left, Axel's on the right. Axel was asking which Roxas wanted. Did Roxas want to go back into his own room and sleep? Which he needed desperately and would be the right thing to do because it would cause him fewer problems and fewer worries.

Or…did he want to go in with Axel? Would Roxas even do that? If not for him being high off the stupid sex drive, then what? Would he even be thinking twice about this?

He knew the answer. And the answer was that his life was over anyway, why not do some reckless shit while he could? He lifted his finger up and pointed towards Axel's door then snuggled deeper into Axel's chest, knowing he'd chosen right. Hoping…at least.

Axel smiled and swiped his card, entering the room. It smelled different from Roxas' room. Smelled more like sex, smoke, beer, and…coffee? Though the Axel smell was definitely there along with another...most likely Reno's…He also noticed cups of coffee scattered throughout the room along with bottles of an assortment of booze and liquor. Axel quickly walked Roxas over to the bed and set him down, shuffling over to a duffel bag which he reached into and grabbed out a plastic baggy from. Roxas watched intently, waiting for Axel to come back and touch him again. Axel was quick and soon he was on top of him, the baggy set down besides their bodies along with a weird pipe looking thing Roxas had never seen before.

The redhead smirked and gripped Roxas' jeans again, his dick throbbing once again and moans filling the room. "Ever gotten high before, Roxas?"

Roxas slowly shook his head, his eyes closing from the sheer pleasure of Axel's large hand on him. His wanted the clothing removed so badly…but would that be going too far?

"How old are you?" Axel asked, moving towards Roxas' neck which he bit down on, teeth sinking into the soft flesh.

Roxas had a hard time remembering his own name let alone his age. He thought hard about it, the number jumping out of his mouth as it came to him, "Sixteen…"

"Fuck…are you fucking serious?" Axel released his mouth from Roxas' neck and leaned up, letting his weight sit on top of Roxas' lower abdominal region. "You're sixteen…? I should have guessed, you are pretty damn short…"

Roxas narrowed his watering eyes at the redhead. He wasn't that short, he just hadn't hit his growth spurt yet…Besides, Axel was just a Goddamn giant.

Axel seemed to noticed the look on the small blond's face. "Calm down, kiddo…I'm just fighting with the fact that I could get arrested for this shit."

"You could get arrested for that shit too…" Roxas pointed towards the baggy of weed on the bed.

Axel laughed and Roxas felt it on his lower section. "Good point."

Roxas sighed, his impatience growing for some reason, and laid an arm across his forehead. "How old are you…?" he asked quietly.

"Twenty-six," Axel said quickly, a sense of confidence in his voice.

Well holy shit. This guy was ten years older than him. Shouldn't that have frightened him? Axel didn't look twenty-six at all. Maybe twenty or even nineteen. Not anywhere near thirty though…

"Go ahead and leave, I won't try and stop you," Axel said, sounding honest but like he was lying at the same time.

Roxas almost had a panic attack. Fuck leaving. Roxas had no life to go back to. He didn't want to be alone anymore. He needed this. He needed Axel. "No!" Roxas' voice was louder than he thought it would be. Axel didn't look surprised though, it seemed nothing could really shake him.

"And why not? Do you want me to corrupt you like this?" Axel leaned down to Roxas' level again, hands on either side of the small boy.

"You don't even know me…maybe I already am corrupt…" Roxas didn't realize the words coming out of his mouth but they felt right, like nothing he'd ever said before. It was adrenaline and Roxas loved it. And before he could even think of what he was doing, his hand reached into his jeans and grabbed his own erection. He began moving his fingers around it like he'd done many times before on his own though this time it felt different. His breath began to escalate as the redhead stared down at him, green eyes watching Roxas' every move, sharp ears hearing every moan, every noise that came out of the tiny blond's mouth. Roxas' closed his eyes, knowing that the redhead was behind them, but feeling the pleasure crash over him like a wave. Having someone watch him jerk off turned him on even more.

Barely a minute passed before a quick hand came down on top of Roxas'. "Stop…" his voice was low and fast, "I can do it…"

Roxas only smiled and removed the warm hand from his boxers, clear fluid trailing up his stomach. Axel quickly grabbed that hand and brought it up to his lips, licking it softly, sucking. Roxas had never seen anything so erotic, he would have came right then and there if he wasn't trying so hard not to. Soon the redhead's other hand was nudging itself into Roxas' pants, past the elastic of his boxers. Roxas couldn't think of anything but how happy he was that that hand was finally going to touch him. And it did. And Roxas only felt needier. His hips rose, trying to accommodate to the new found warmth, needing more, wanting more heat. Fingers wrapped around him, squeezed and rubbed. Roxas loved, loved, loved it.

Axel grew bored with Roxas' fingers and quickly shoved his lips onto the blond's. Tired of his own erection being neglected, he thrust Roxas' hand into his pants as the two kissed, lips sucking and searching for pleasure. Roxas had never felt anything this…amazing. Sure he'd kissed other guys and girls too. He had sucked a few dicks, been sucked off a couple of times, but nothing in his past sexual habits could even closely compare to Axel.

Roxas didn't even think twice when he thought of giving up his virginity to this man.

The redhead groaned as Roxas began moving his fingers around the appendage. It was hard and warm and defiantly larger than his own. It almost felt as if his hand was made to touch it though. "Mmm…Roxas, you—you're fucking amazing," Roxas felt Axel hump his hand, "I wanna fuck you so hard…"

The hand in Roxas' pants began inching its way further back, towards a place Roxas had never been touched. His eyes grew large and he tried hard to catch his breath. It was almost impossible as a warm finger was inserted into the opening. And just as it was, a loud screaming ring tone filled both their ears. It made Roxas jolt but Axel just let his eyes drift towards the end table where his cell phone sat. He sighed, slowly reaching for it, still holding the finger in place; Roxas was squirming in his skin.

"Hello?" Axel said, talking on the phone didn't stop him from wiggling the finger around inside of Roxas. It was like nothing Roxas had ever felt before, warm, uninviting but inviting at the same time. He let out squeaks, which Axel tried to silence by kissing him.

"What? How the fuck do you expect me to get you that much shit in that short of time? Are you insane?"

Roxas blinked a couple of times, tears forming at the brim of his eyes. He didn't know if he wanted this or it was just his body giving in. He didn't even know this guy, not one bit…What the hell was he doing? Did he not even care about his dignity?

"Look just…" The redhead looked frustrated, his fingers tensing around Roxas. "No, just wait. I'm coming now. Yeah, bye." The phone was hung up and Roxas felt his stomach drop when Axel looked back at him, anger in his eyes and voice. "Duty calls," he said, throwing the phone back onto the table.

"W-what—" Before Roxas could finish what he was saying the finger was quickly removed from him. He let out a sharp gasp and let his own hand fall from the redhead's erection. It was a strange feeling, being left so quickly like that.

Axel was about to get up from the bed when he caught Roxas' eyes with his own. Those blue orbs were glossy and so deep. His body so small and fragile, Axel wanted the boy more than anything. But he had to go. "Shit, okay. Listen. Come with me."

Roxas looked at him, confused, the events from only a moment ago clouding his mind so much he could hardly think straight. "Come…with you? Where?"

"Look, don't ask questions. My boss is a pissy little bastard. We have to leave now, so make up your mind. Will you come with me?" Axel held out a large hand, somewhat dirtied from their former actions, but Roxas didn't care how covered in come or saliva it was. He took it without a second thought.


A/N: Heyyy, let me know whatcha think. I think I like it, maybe it might become something I actually want to write to. Anyways, thanks for reading. :}

-Quarried Times