He owned that catwalk. He always did. He strut his stuff and always managed to look elegant and carry himself with finesse. He was full of contradictions. He moved liked water, though his personality was close to that of a firecracker. He was confident. Sometimes too self confident, borderlining cockiness on most days. He had earned his title amongst the fashion world as "The Big Bad Bitch". But he didn't care. He knew how good he looked. He knew how to put on the charm and win over others with smiles and sultry glances. He knew exactly how much power he had, and damn did he use it for his own selfish gain. He was twenty years old and a few months, and his immaturity showed in a lot of ways. But when he was on the catwalk, he dropped most of that. He was two-faced to the extreme. He was an oddity in the fashion world, considering he had a lot of expression in his face and the way he moved. But the crowd ate it up. The agencies ate it up. The billboards and television screens ate him up. Every inch of his gorgeous body and big blue eyes. But one dirty little secret this blonde boy held was quite a big one. When he walked down that runway, he was not adorned in open dress shirts and tight low ridden pants. No, he was in dresses. Big, lacey, frilly dresses. To himself, when he was home alone, he was Roxas. To the outside world, he was Roxie. The beautiful girl who came out of nowhere and stole people's hearts with his devastating feminine beauty. And hell, no one knew the truth.

His heals clacked menacingly as he strutted down that slender walkway, cameras flashing. His lashes were long and makeup perfect. His lack of curves were hidden by the well made dress. Sure, he stuffed a bra to create the right effect, and God bless his manager for being so damn picky about what jobs he took no matter how high in demand he was. The voluminous skirt flared out from the bottom of his corset, hiding his straight hips. When he hit the end of the walkway, he winked flirtatiously before sliding his hands to rest about his waist, turning this way and that before spinning flawlessly on his heals and walking powerfully back the other way with a sway in his hips. It was the end of the show and he was the final prize, the one everyone was there to see. And he sure as hell knew it.

Passing beyond the curtain, he glanced about, seeing his manager. A tall guy. Lanky and way too slender, a mass of red hair atop his head in the strangest array of spikes. He wore a dress shirt and slacks, hunched over his phone with a frown. Smirking, Roxas stalked closer, his voice octaves higher than natural as he spoke. A skill he perfected over the years.

"Axel. Show's over. I want to get the hell out of here before the press is on our tail."

Axel glanced upwards, rolling his eyes and pocketing his phone. It had been one hell of a day. Catering to Roxas' every need and dealing with the bullshit from coworkers always produced a positively bright and wonderful day. Their relationship was a strange one. The only way Roxas could describe Axel was as a brooding and dark man, but someone he owed everything to. And for that, he played his cards carefully. Axel had picked him up as his client at the age of eighteen. He was promising, young and gorgeous, and though he was short for a model, everything about him sure as hell made up for it. Everything was fine and dandy until two months into their business relationship, when Axel walked into his dressing room without knocking getting a clear shot of a pair of boxers and a devastating lack of breasts. Sure enough, Axel had just about had a heart attack. But in those short two months of their partnership, Roxas had dragged in a ridiculous amount of money, and he wasn't about to give that up. Yes, Roxas was a male, and Axel was the only other person who knew. It was a damn dirty secret to keep, and more than stressful, but he held on. Their relationship was nothing other than a love-hate relationship, but they worked.

"Yes, but you should at least thank the people who put on the show for having you. You need to be polite. They won't hire you again if you just run off." Axel groaned, folding his arms over his chest.

"You can call them tomorrow, say we had to run, and spew all that normal manager bullshit. It'll be fine." Roxas insisted, grabbing at the man's wrist and plucking his bag from the floor, dragging him towards the back door.

"There's a God damned dressing room. Aren't you going to change out of that ridiculous dress?" Axel grunted, tugging his arm back roughly, out of the blonde's grasp.

"Why the hell would I change into female street clothes when I am just going to change into normal clothes the minute we walk out that door? I don't need to make appearances, so let's just get the fuck out before someone finds us." Roxas insisted, pleased with himself when he saw the redhead place his face in his hands before running them through his hair, taking the lead. Pulling the keys from his pocket, Axel looked about for a moment before opening the back door and ushering Roxas out, unlocking his car and climbing into the front seat.

Roxas immediately went to the back seat and began disrobing, putting the frilly mess of a dress beside him before sliding into a hoodie and a pair of jeans, crawling into the front seat from there and pulling down the visor, beginning to remove his makeup whilst gazing into the small mirror.

"You are in a piss poor mood today. Going to get drunk?" the blonde purred as he continued to wipe about his eyes and then lips, throwing the used tissues he had brought with him to the floor by his feet.

"Maybe. But that's none of your business. You better clean that shit up, Roxas." Axel sighed, though he couldn't help but smile slightly to himself. He much preferred Roxas dressed his own gender. He had always thought he was impossibly handsome. Then again, Roxas was attractive no matter what he did, as proven by the mass media's obsession with him.

"Oooh. Angry are you? I think someone needs to get laid. Maybe that's why you're such a dick all the time." Roxas chuckled before flipping the visor back up and leaning back, getting comfortable in the seat as Axel placed the keys in the ignition and rolled over the engine, shaking his head. "If you're going drinking, take me with you."

"Maybe I'm just a dick by nature. And the answer is no. You'll be able to drink in a year anyway. If I buy you that shit, my ass in on the line. I am not doing that again. I've done it so many times, I am sure my luck has run out, and it's only a matter of time before we get caught. Then there's no more understanding manager. And don't even get into that crap about how I'm replaceable. We both know better." He kept his eyes focused on the road and began to pull out of the alleyway, flipping his lights on.

"Come on, Axel. Let's just go to a hotel. Then you can order your drinks from room service and maybe I could take a few innocent sips and no one will know the difference." The blonde begged, leaning closer to the redhead in his seat and running his fingers along his arm, waiting for the man to look at him before he displayed his charming smile, looking up from underneath his lashes.

Axel turned his head to look back at the road, though this time it was much more of a glare, his willpower wavering. Roxas always got what he wanted. And damn if he didn't have a sick masochistic obsession with giving him everything his heart desired. He contemplated it for a long moment. Drinking in a hotel room with Roxas before passing out in those big beds and waking up to commit to his walk of shame, in the same outfit as the day before, and his hair a mess… It sounded good.

"Fuck. Fine. But this is the last time Roxas." Axel growled, partly angry with himself for committing to that, giving in to those baby blues yet again.

"Mmm. I can tell you need a drink. So we both win." Roxas whispered softly, squeezing at his arm slightly before releasing him, getting comfortable in his seat once more with a smug and satisfied grin. Roxas, 268, Axel, 0.

Considering they were in the heart of Los Angeles, it didn't take much time to find a nice hotel. After a good ten minute drive that consisted of Roxas singing softly to himself and looking out the window whilst Axel made a few short business calls, they arrived and Axel allowed his car to be taken by valet before they walked inside, few belongings in hand, checking into a top room. Thanks to Roxas' work, and Axel's subsequent high demand amongst clientele, money was in constant flow, and small ventures like this didn't even cross their minds as far as cost.

"Ooohhh~ Very nice room." Roxas sang when they walked in. They were on the twenty-second floor and the entire far wall was a window looking over the city. The room was complete with two large beds, a spacious bathroom with a huge tub and fancy décor, a sitting area, the works. Axel had to agree with this. It was definitely one of the nicer suites they'd ever come upon in one of their strange adventures, and the idea of alcohol was looking even more delicious in such a comfortable setting. Roxas dropped his bag and flopped down onto a bed, rolling onto his stomach to watch the redhead as he grabbed the phone, waiting to dial. "What kind of drink do you want?"

"Something sweet. And whatever you're having." The blonde mused after a moment of thought, grinning wide as he watched the redhead hesitate, but not resist, punching a few numbers and ordering a nice bottle of wine and a strawberry daiquiri for the blonde. In no time at all, room service was at their door, Axel shooing him into the bathroom as he opened the door, wanting to be absolutely sure that Roxas' young face wouldn't be visible should they choose to question. The man at the door asked for Axel's signature, trying to make small talk, which wasn't very appreciated, waving off the appearance of being a complete alcoholic by making the excuse that he and his "wife" were planning a romantic evening. As if.

"Mmm. Thank you Ax." Roxas purred, slipping out from the bathroom once the front door was closed. He immediately scooped up his daiquiri and began to drink it rather quickly, not minding the slight brain freeze he got. He knew that the faster he drank it, the more trashed he would get, and that's exactly what he needed. He didn't want to take it slow and easy and barely get a buzz out of it. In no time at all, his daiquiri was finished, and he relinquished the glass on the nightstand, watching as Axel carefully drank his wine at an even pace, not very slow, but certainly not as fast as Roxas had drank his own beverage.

"Satisfied?" the redhead drawled from his place on the bed, his catlike eyes on Roxas' youthful face, bright and innocent looking despite his devious and dirty nature.

"Hnn…" Roxas hummed in thought, walking over to Axel's bed, feeling a bit of a buzz coming on from downing the drink so quickly. He was a lightweight. Short, and very thin, he could barely hold his alcohol, no matter how often he drank it. "I want some more." He concluded, taking the glass from Axel's hand without asking before downing the entire glass rather quickly. Sure that would do the trick, he refilled the glass and handed it back to Axel, only offering a smile at the redhead as he accepted the glass with an unphased look, having grown accustomed to such behavior. Leaving Axel to finish the bottle with an encouragement of "drink up", Roxas vanished into the bathroom to assure all of his makeup was off, washing his face and getting generally ready for bed.

By the time he finished what he was doing, the alcohol had come on strong, and judging by the easy smile on Axel's face, he was getting there too. Stumbling into the main room, the blonde laughed, abandoning thoughts of his bed completely and crawling onto the plush next to Axel, watching him patiently as he finished off his glass.

"How ya feelin' Axy?" the blonde purred softly beneath a slur, watching as Axel turned to face him, only smirking wider.

"Good. You sound fucked." He chuckled, observing the hazy blue eyes only a foot from his own.

"I like fucked." Roxas mewed, pulling himself onto his knees and moving closer, placing his hand on Axel's chest. "I think fucked should be happenin'."

"Roxas… You know we can't keep doing this." He groaned, though didn't resist when the blonde slid nimbly over him, wobbling slightly before settling down to straddle him.

"You know you can't resist." Roxas slurred in a sultry tone, moving down to sloppily place his mouth over the redhead's, feeling his slightly chapped lips yield beneath his.

Though the kiss was admittedly delicious, Axel made sure to pull back eventually, tilting his head away and glaring towards the window. He needed another drink. It wasn't as if the sex wasn't good. Oh, no. The few times the blonde and he had committed to a drunken fuck, it had been the best sex he'd ever had. But something about the idea irked him. He couldn't quite place his finger on the deeper reasons, but on the surface he knew it wasn't a good idea to fuck a young, gender confused, pompous client. He placed his hands upon the boy's narrow hips and, carefully as possible, pushed him off to lie beside him instead.

Roxas began to laugh loudly at the motion, sitting up and wobbling slightly, watching the redhead with mirth as he quite quickly finished off the remaining half of the bottle.

"Fuck this." Roxas slurred suddenly before standing up and walking haphazardly towards his bag, dropping to his knees to pull out a pack of cigarettes, throwing one in Axel's direction. The small object thudded against the redhead's chest before it fell into his lap, and he greedily scooped it up and lit it, inhaling deeply. He had run out of cigarettes sometime before the show, and he had needed one desperately. However, that didn't stop him from glaring at the other in his growing drunken haze, the blonde distracted by trying to get the lighter work properly, succeeding in lighting the cigarette after a good twenty seconds of stumbling and laughter.

"I told you, Rox, no smoking."

"Says you you fuckin' chain smoker." Roxas hissed around the cigarette between his lips, blowing smoke in Axel's direction as if to sign a sound "fuck off".

"You're a fuckin' model, Rox. Your skin and that shit needs to stay healthy."

"God, Axelll. I'm drunk, for fuck sake. Just let me enjoy." He snapped, stalking closer towards him before a rather annoying jingle resounded from the night stand. Cursing colourfully, Axel reached over and only swore louder when he noticed who was calling, sighing as he picked up the phone. If he didn't, the bastard would just keep calling.

"Hey. Where the fuck are ya?"

"I told you that I had a show today."

"Roxie's show?"

"The one and only."

"You sound fucked up, yo. You trashed again?"

"Oh shut the fuck up, it's as if you're saying you're not."

"Am not what?" the voice sounded amused.

"What…? Fuck, Reno, I don't know what the fuck I'm saying right now. Can't you just let me enjoy my drinking for once?"

"Christ, fine you grumpy fuck." The voice of his sibling, so very much like his own, broke into a small chuckle at that point, "Give me a call tomorrow. I wanna talk about some shit with you."

"Right, right. Okay, bye Reno." He promptly hung up, not waiting to hear the sentiment returned. His hazy eyes once more focused on the blonde that had now lazily slinked onto the bed, uncaringly letting the ashes fall from his cigarette to the floor with clumsy flicks.

"Brother?" Roxas slurred out with a rather goofy grin, blowing a lazy smoke ring, watching as the redhead sighed with a nod, slumping back against the headboard. "You're too fuckin' tense, Ax. You're drunk. We had a good show, can you enjoy yourself please? You're the biggest cockblock and buzzkill I know." The blonde whined before scooting closer, ignoring the glare Axel shot him. He had grown used to receiving such nasty glances and well as delivering them himself. Some kind of love, some kind of hate. That's all he could think. They depended so strongly on one another that the clash of their personalities tended to bring out some less kind motions.

"Com'ere." Roxas finally sighed around his cigarette, making wild 'sit up' motions with his hands, an impatient and expectant look on his features. The redhead took his time in taking another deep drag from the cigarette before sitting up to comply, looking at the other rather lamely until he realized that Roxas had intended to give him a shoulder and back rub.

What a pleasant little treat.

If there were a few words Axel would use to describe Roxas, it would be self absorbed and uncaring. The rare times the blonde would dote on him and actually thank him for the hard work he did for him, and the fact that he put his ass on the line to protect Roxas' identity was always greatly appreciated.

"Ow, ow…" He winced, dropping the shoulder that was being attacked by Roxas' surprisingly strong fingers, the boy rolling his eyes. "Man up… You do have a big knot here though." He began to work at it rather harshly, gaining some sort of sick pleasure out of every time the redhead would wince, slowing down to rub circles along the older male's back once he felt the primary knots give way beneath his lithe little fingers.

"Thanks, Rox…" Axel finally whispered, feeling a slight sleepy feeling beginning to course through his veins within his drunken stupor, barely having the energy to check that their cigarettes were successfully put out and no longer smoking in the makeshift ashtray on their nightstand.

"Mmm… Want to repay me with a good fuck?" the blonde purred in a vulgar tone, knowing the enthusiasm would not be returned.

"I'm tired Roxas. And tomorrow's a big day. Get your ass to bed. Besides, you know we can't be fucking around like that."

"Why the hell not, you're your own boss. It's not like you have some sort of policy in order." He protested, though backed off, knowing he wouldn't win. Roxas rarely gave in and damn near always got what he wanted. But his tipsy mind and wobbly vision made him feel okay for once with just sitting there and agreeing. But some part of the back of his mind couldn't deny that Axel was easily the best lay of his life.

"It's just… It complicates things, okay? You're still my responsibility, and I'm your boss, and this is work. So just let it go, okay? My head's hurting."

Those bright blue eyes rolled again, but Roxas grudgingly gave in, carefully stripping down to his boxers, sure to take his time in order to avoid as much tripping and wobbling as possible. "I'm sleeping next to you, though."

Axel knew he got lucky with Roxas' giving in to his boundaries, and a small part of him wondered why the fuck he didn't give in to sex with the blonde. But he decided to leave that thought for another day, and compromised with Roxas' demand to sleep beside him. The redhead also stripped and turned out the light, pulling back the covers.

Roxas crawled in and moaned happily at the crisp and cool feeling of the sheets on his chest and bare legs, scooting closer to rest his head upon the redhead's shoulder, feeling him give in and drape an arm over his petite frame, smirking as Axel began to question his actions. He always did. You would think he would be accustomed to Roxas' behavior by now.

"Why do you always insist on sleepin' next to me anyway?" Axel spoke around a yawn, closing his eyes.

"None of your business."

"Got a crush on me?"

"Do you like your dick?"

"…Yeah, why?"

"Don't make an idiotic suggestion like that again, or you'll have to be ready to part with it."

"Pff. Don't even fuck with me Roxas. Go the fuck to bed."

"'Night."

"Goodnight."