Disclaimer: Okay guys, this is my first yaoi!, I'm really excited about it, when I found out that I was bi I started thinking, and I got inspired to write about this, so message me with some advice? Thanks a lot, I own nothing but the story.
The light settled in through the blinds, barley slipping in through the dark curtains, revealing what seemed to be a dark lit motel room.
It was smaller than what you would normally expect.
About 5 and a half feet from the front door of the room was a mini-living room-section that contained a small burgundy-couch, a square of cream flooring, a small-old-television, a matching loveseat, and a wooden-coffee-table in the center.
To the left of that was a strip of tile flooring which contained the kitchen section, a mini-fridge on top of a tile counter, which connected with a steel sink, underneath of that contained a small plain-dishwasher, and on top of the fridge contained a small microwave.
To the side was a small walkway which led to a bathroom, the light was on but the door was closed.
Towards the side of that in the center of the back of the room was a green plaid bed with a form sleeping underneath the covers.
He looked about 15 at the most, with unruly spikes of blond hair, pale-flawless-skin, and beautiful blue eyes, even if they were closed.
He was tangled in a fluffy mass of sheets and blankets, halfway falling of the bed.
He kept mumbling in his sleep.
A man with long spiky-candy apple-red-hair walked out of the bathroom.
He was, tall, slim, tan, and his eyes were a beautiful jaded green.
Underneath those eyes were two upside down, sleek black, teardrop tattoos.
He threw his towel into the hamper and began to search through a black suitcase, before pulling out a black shirt with the white bam sign on it.
He slipped it on, running a hand through his massive-spikes soon after.
Zipping the bag closed, he spared a chuckle as his gaze averted to the blond, whom was about to fall of the bed.
Carefully he hovered the boy in his arms a moment before settling on the edge of the bed himself, the other boy in his arms.
The boy stirred a moment his head resting on the red head's chest as he muttered something that the man couldn't quite make out.
The man looked down at the smaller frame in his grip and smiled.
The boy stirred again, but this time he opened up his eyes, sleepily rubbing at them, before sitting himself up.
"Axel?" He asked, his voice was quiet, desperate even.
"Yeah?" The redhead asked, calmly, but curiously, as he fought to keep composed.
It was just something about this boy, that made him feel, different, needed for once.
The younger boy snuggled closer into the mans chest, taking a moment to rest his eyes as he listened to the green eyed-beauty's heart beat, as he grasped his lovers shirt.
"Do you-" He began as he took a breath.
"Do you think, they'll come looking for us?" He sounded frightened as his grip tightened, digging his face into the crease of Axel's neck.
Axel wanted nothing more but to comfort him, but knew better, he knew Roxas knew the truth, even if he didn't want to admit it.
"Baby," he began as he sighed.
"I think we both know the answer to that."
Roxas nodded his head, eyes closed, as he held onto Axel.
Whom said red-head began rubbing circles into the blonds back.
Axel knew they were both going through a rough time.
To afraid to sleep without a knife on the bedside table at night, to cautious to walk the street at say, and both were looking like hell threw up all over them.
"But," He continued after a minute.
"You know I'm always going to be here to protect you."
With that they gave a small peck on the lips.