Rox3l: I know I have three other stories that really need some tlc, but this had to be done. I know there is a couple other stories like this floating around, but I have not read them and I am hoping that this is different enough to grab some attention.

I do want to warn you here, this is not going to be a happy story. Just a heads up.

~O~

They Said It Was Stockholm Syndrome

Sora had always been different from his family. He was quiet, kind, and trusting. Not traits that people associated with the Strife name. For Sora's family were the richest people in town, and with that came certain expectations. His father was a hardass and a workaholic. His mother spent her days gossiping with the other rich moms in their neighborhood, sleeping around. It wasn't a surprise to anyone, and ever his father didn't give a shit, it was expected. Sora had learned from a very young age that he was different from his parents, and for that he had always hated them. He was never rebellious, per se. He went to school, got straight As. Never back talked his parents, but that didn't mean he gave them his respect either. He went out when he wanted to, hung out on the wrong side of town with kids that would churn his parent's high class stomachs. Because of his disassociation with his parents, he never really felt any sort of obligation toward them in terms of what was expected of him in their world.

He didn't go to the dinner parties they attended regularly, didn't meet the right kind of people as his mother would put it. He refused to attend any and all formal functions. He couldn't stand sitting around for hours making idle chit chat with people that he had never met before and probably hated him on principal. His lineage granted him a lot of resentment from people he didn't even know. It was yet another thing about his life that Sora hated and resented being born into this fake world. It seemed his only escape were his friends, the people that his parents didn't know he hung out with. Sure they knew about Riku and Kairi but they were acceptable to them because even though they were not rich kids, they still went to the same private school that Sora did. No the friends that really made his life bearable were the kids from downtown.

He had first met Demyx almost a year ago. It has been a complete accident, as he had almost run the other boy over as he tried to beat his car across the street on his skateboard. He had clipped him with the passenger side mirror, slamming on the breaks as the blonde had tumbled to the pavement. Sora had been hysterical; afraid he had dislocated the other boy's shoulder and had insisted that he take him to the hospital. The punk declined, saying that he had no medical coverage and he wasn't going to waste three hours of his life to receive a medical bill he couldn't pay for. The small brunette had been floored. Up until then he had only been surrounded by people from uptown, people that had had everything handed to them their whole lives. It was inconceivable to him that there were people in the world that couldn't go to the hospital because they couldn't afford to.

Grinning at him, Demyx had asked for a ride home instead. Sora obliged, just grateful to be able to do something to help the other boy. Demyx had directed him to a shady part of town near the clock tower. Sora had been a little afraid at first but Demyx seemed like a genuinely nice person and he really wasn't one to judge people on their looks anyway. Besides he had owed the boy something for almost running his ass over. When they reached the rickety apartment building that the blonde said he lived in, he invited Sora inside. The brunette accepted, glad that someone seemed to like him well enough without knowing who he was or his last name. It turned out that Demyx lived with three others, Zexion, Saix and Larxene. Sora soon came to care about each of them; they kept things real with him and didn't give two shits about who he really was. As much as Sora had been afraid they would not like him anymore if they found out he was a rich brat. But no one -except for Saix for all of about a week- treated him different after they found out he was a Strife. It had been such a relief that Sora had cared about all of them even more.

Now he was on his way back to that little apartment. He had made plans with Dem and Zexion the day before last and he was excited to get there. Demyx always had some kind of crazy shenanigan cooking up in his mind. Pulling his silver Kia parallel with the sidewalk a few blocks from Demyx's place (he had learned long ago that parking such a nice car in that neighborhood was a bad idea. He had spent almost an hour trying to explain the damage to his parents) he got out and starting making the 10 minute walk to the building. He carried a small can of mace and a pocket knife on his person but so far as long as he wasn't in his fancy car, he wasn't bothered much. When he stepped onto Traverse Street and Dem's building was in sight someone caught his arm. Turning those deep blue eyes to the stranger, Sora was shocked to see bright red hair and sharp green eyes. He had seen this man around before and was more than certain his name was Axel. People in the neighborhood didn't much like him because he tended to hang around and gave off an uncomfortable vibe so people tended to steer clear of him.

"Hey, you're Demyx's friend right?"

The brunette nodded slightly, "Uh, yeah." He tried to tug his arm out of Axel's hold but the redhead wasn't letting go.

"How old are you?"

Sora was caught off guard by the question, too preoccupied with trying to get himself free. "14."

Axel grinned, "Perfect."

Sora saw the motion as Axel pulled his other hand out of his pocket and he tried to scream as a damp cloth was clamped over his mouth and nose. An acrid smell burned his nostrils as he tried to get air into his lungs to scream for help. Thrashing in Axel's strong hold as the two wrestled on the sidewalk, Sora tried to free himself but his limbs were getting heavy and his mind was clouding. Panic flared through him as his body started to become unresponsive and his consciousness was starting to grey around the edges. He grasped weakly at Axel's arms, in a last ditch effort to try and get away before his body went lax and everything finally just faded to black.

~O~

The first thing Sora realized as he started to come to was that his head felt like to was being squeeze by two large clamps at his temples. He groaned and shifted, vaguely aware of a weight on his left ankle. He cracked his eyes open and the dim light assaulting his pupils might as well have been the sun directly in his face. Moaning he closed them again for a few seconds and tried again, this time he was able to open his eyes though when he did his heart sped. He didn't recognize the room, didn't have a clue where he was. He sat up slow and looked around; it was a sparsely furnished room. There was the twin bed he was sitting on, a night stand and a very old looking chair in the corner. There were no windows. Sora moved to stand up, panic and adrenaline making the blood roar in his ears. That was when he noticed that he had a shackle around his left ankle, which was bolted to the cement floor.

His fight or flight response kicked in and he ran on bare feet to the metal loop in the floor and yank on it. It didn't budge, and Sora was almost in hysterics as he alternated between pulling on the chain and trying to dig his ankle out of the shackle. After what seemed like a very long time he collapsed on the floor in tears. He sobbed pitifully for a few moments before remembered that he had had his cell phone in his pocket. He searched his pants and was surprised and relieved when he found the small device. He pulled it from his pocket and his heart sank as more tears filled his eyes. The backing and battery were missing, Axel having obviously taken them but left the phone to give Sora some sick fake hope of rescue, and disappointment. Launching the phone against the wall Sora let out a cry and went back to pulling on his chain.

After what seemed like hours of crying and screaming and trying all but chewing his leg off, Sora had quieted and was sitting on the bed hiccuping. He heard a lock click on the other side of the door and his captor entered. Axel stood there and stared at him. Sora glared back, hate plain in his ocean blue eyes. Axel chuckled at him, "Oh Roxas. Don't give me that look."

Sora's brow furrowed in confusion, "My name is Sora."

Axel shook his head, "It's not nice to play games, Roxas. I know what your name is."

Sora hit the bed with his fist. "I'm not Roxas! My name is Sora."

The redhead crossed the room in two long strides and backhanded the boy so hard he fell against the comforter. "Do not backtalk me Roxas, do you hear? I will not tolerate your little temper tantrums."

Sora let a small whimper escape his throat. In an instant Axel's demeanor had changed and he climbed onto the bed, hovering above the boy. "Oh, Roxas. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just hate it when you play these games."

He stroked Sora's deep brown hair and planted a kiss against his cheek. Sora tried to push him away, not wanting the contact and Axel's mood shifted again. He grasped the boy's biceps and crushed their mouths together in a heated and angry kiss. Sora struggled under the assault, trying to push his hands against Axel's chest, trying to get away. Growling at the resistance, Axel bit the boy's bottom lip, causing him to gasp and when he did, Axel forced his tongue into Sora's mouth. Bile rose in the back of the smaller's throat as his mouth was invaded, whimpering as he felt that strong wet muscle caressing his own tongue and sliding again his teeth. When Axel pulled away, Sora didn't dare move. He had already had his first kiss stolen, and he was terrified at what else the redhead might have in his head to do to him.

"Take your clothes off." Axel demanded.

Sora's mind couldn't follow the demand. "What?"

"You know how I hate to repeat myself, Roxas. I said take your clothes off."

Sora clasped his shirt to his chest and just stared at Axel. "No."

Axel's eyes narrowed and he reached down and grasped the hem of his shirt. With a vicious yank he dislodged Sora's hands and was tearing the clothing over his head. Sora gave a desperate cry and hit Axel across the face. Axel shook his head slowly, "Really Roxas?"

Sora swallowed hard and watching him with fearful eyes. Axel laid his weight on top of Sora, pressing him into the mattress. "M-my name's not Roxas." He whimpered.

Axel lifted his lower body up just enough to slide his hand over the button of the other boy's pants. Sora whined pitifully as Axel's hand slipped into his boxers, grasping his softened member in his large hand. The redhead then let go of him and took hold of the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down his shaking thighs. Sora turned his head away as he was exposed, Axel's weight still pinning his chest to the bed. When he was nude Axel sat back, admiring the boy's almost ghostly pale body. Sora shut his eyes tight as he saw Axel start to unbutton his own shirt. He didn't want to see, even as a virgin he knew what was coming next. Knew it was going to hurt and he just didn't want to have to watch this man hurt him like that.

Sora felt Axel return after a brief step off the bed to remove his pants; his weight causing the mattress springs to groan a bit under them. Sora shuttered as he felt Axel's hot skin press against his own and couldn't help the tears that leaked from his closed eyes as he felt the redheaded groin press against the top of his thigh.

"Please," He whispered. "Please don't do this, Axel."

The redhead ignored him and kissed his way down the boy's throat. Sora shivered and Axel paused to lave at the junction of his neck and shoulder. The brunette swallowed, hoping that Axel was going to be this gentle with him the whole time, because if this was going to happen he would rather it was gentle then violent. Slowly, trying to encourage the gentleness Sora raised his hands and placed them on Axel's shoulders. The redhead smiled up at him and came back up to kiss him again. Sora was ready for it this time and forced himself to be still and pliant under the older. Axel moaned into the kiss and wrapped his hands around Sora's small waist. Sora made a small noise in the back of his throat as he felt Axel's length jump against his leg as it began to fill with blood. The feeling made his heart rate speed, but not in a good way. He knew –more or less- where that was going in only a few moments. He bit his lip as Axel drew back, tears were still fresh on his skin and more were threatening to fall from his eyes.

Axel slid his hand down Sora's torso, over his groin and cupped his bottom, his middle and first fingers curling into the crack of his ass. Sora made a started squeak and those threatening tears fell from his eyes as he felt his entrance prodded. Axel pressed his dry fingers against the hole for a few more moments before removing them. Sora didn't want to, but he had to look, had to see what Axel was doing. He opened his eyes just a tiny bit and saw him rummaging through his pants, before pulling a small bottle from one of his pockets. Shutting his eyes again Sora heard him pop the cap open and waited. After a moment be felt Axel's fingers return, only this time they were slick and slid against his hole easily.

Taking a breath as he felt Axel press he tried to remain calm as he felt that thin finger sink into his body. Axel made a sound and he pressed into the boy, but Sora was too caught up in the unfamiliar sensations to really give it much thought. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel good either. The redhead began to move his finger in and out and a sob escaped Sora as he twisted to try and get away. God, it felt awful! Axel caught him by the hip and continued to move his finger in and out of him. After a while he pulled it out and Sora relaxed some before he felt Axel add a second finger and push both those into his body. This time it stung and his muscles clamped down on the intrusion. Axel waited for him to ease up before he began to move both his fingers in him. Sora cried out and tried to push away from Axel, but the redhead held onto him and pinned his hips to the bed and continued to finger him.

After what felt like forever to the brunette Axel pulled his fingers out, but Sora wasn't naïve enough to believe it was over, and he was right. He felt Axel scoot up further on the bed just before he felt something large slip between his cheeks. He bit his lips and his eyes flew open as Axel bore down and just the head slipped into him. Fire laced his lower back and he arched and screamed. He had no idea it was going to hurt like this. Axel held him as the boy sobbed and he withdrew his erection. After a few moments Sora's sobs quieted and Axel pulled back, running his hand over his cheek. Sora looked up into those jade eyes as Axel kissed the tip of his nose.

"You okay now?" He asked softly.

Warily Sora nodded. Axel gave him a small smile and resumed his position above the boy, taking himself in hand and guiding his cock back to Sora's hole. Sora swallowed hard and tensed. Axel used his free hand to rub circles over Sora's stomach and chest, telling him that it would just hurt worse if he didn't relax. Sora took a deep breath and tried to force himself to relax as he felt Axel pressing again. This time when the head slipped into him, there was pressure but it didn't hurt. It felt…weird. Sora made a face and crushed his eyes shut again. He didn't like this. Axel gave a shallow thrust pushing more of himself into the boy and Sora whimpered, the nasty feeling intensifying. After a few more thrusts Sora was back to tears, he couldn't take this.

He tried to think about anything else as this was happening. He didn't care anymore about Axel being gentle, it just felt so disgusting. He listened to Axel's moans and hoped to god he would finish soon. The thrusts sped up and Sora squealed and sank his teeth into his forearm, anything to get his mind off what was being done to his body. It seemed like eternity before he heard Axel's breath hitch and he stilled. Sora was relieved when Axel pulled out and curled up on his side next to him. There was blood on his chin from where he had broken the skin on his arm. Axel moved off the bed and Sora heard the rustling of clothing but he didn't care, he felt numb.

Axel came over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek before silently leaving the room, the lock clicking back into place. Sora lay on the bed naked for a long time before he moved to pull his pants up his legs. When he stood he felt Axel's come leaking down his thighs. The thought sickened him. Not wanting to dirty his clothes, he crawled back into the bed leaving his pants pooled around the chain and pulled the covers up over himself. It took him a long time but he finally drifted off into a fitful and tear filled sleep.

~O~

The next day (or what Sora assumed was the next day) Axel brought him a tray with eggs, bacon and toast on it. Sora stomach rebelled and he refused to eat even a single bite. Axel left with an agitated slam of the door and Sora went back to huddling in the sheets. After a long time of drifting in and out of sleep, Axel returned.

"Get up," he said harshly.

Sora peeked out from under the covers glared at him, "Why?"

Axel was at the foot of the bed; he tossed the blanket back and pulled Sora's leg into the air. The brunette was about to protest when Axel slipped a small key into the shackle and it fell away from him skin. Sora just sat there and stared at him.

"We're going somewhere, now get dressed."

Axel crossed his arms over his chest and watched him. After a tense few minutes of staring Sora moved from the bed and used the sheet to wipe away and remnants of Axel's semen before untangling his pants and underwear from the chain and pulling them on. He then yanked his shirt over his head and turned to look at Axel. The redhead nodded in approval and grabbed him, Sora cried out as he grasped his injured arm. Axel then pulled him out of the room. They went up a set of stairs and were standing in a rundown living room. Axel didn't really give him time to survey his surroundings before he was pulling him toward the door.

The sunlight forced Sora to squint but when his pupils retracted his saw that he was still within the city. Probably somewhere near Demyx's place. He pulled on his arm and opened his mouth to cry for help. As if sensing what Sora was trying to do Axel's hand clamped over the boy's mouth and he shoved him into the passenger side of an old red pickup. Sora yanked on the handle but it did nothing and there were no controls to open the window. He turned and glared death at Axel as he climbed into the driver's side. Axel smiled, "Such fire in your eyes."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see," Axel said as he put his keys into the ignition and started the truck.

They drove for over an hour before Axel made a turn off into the parking lot of a clinic. He then cut the engine and got out. Sora watched as he rounded the front of the vehicle and came to the side, opening his door. Sora sat there and just stared at him. "Get out."

"Fuck you," Sora spat.

Axel grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him out of the truck. "Don't give me your shit, Roxas." He gave the boy a shove toward the door, still hanging onto his arm. As they went inside Axel brought his face close to Sora's ear, "Say anything to anyone and I will fucking kill you." He then pressed his hip against the boy and let him feel the hard press of the gun he had tucked into his waistband. Sora's breath hitched and he nodded rapidly.

There was a young girl at the front desk. She smiled as they approached. "Can I help you?"

"Yes," Axel said. "My son would like to get his hair color altered."

"Alright," She said typing a few things into the computer in front of her. "What's his name?"

"Ventus," Axel lied. "Montgomery."

"Age?"

"16."

Sora stayed quite throughout the lies that Axel was feed the nice girl behind the desk. He wanted more than anything to say something to her, but Axel kept the metal of his gun pressed against his side.

"Alright, you are all set." The girl said turning from the screen. "If you will follow me it will be just a minute and then the doctor will administer the agent." She looked happily at Sora. "Do you know what color you want?"

"Blonde." Axel answered before Sora could open his mouth.

The girl smiled against lead them into one of the many small rooms that were in the back of the office. "It should be just a minute."

Sora took a seat on the table in the middle of the room, Axel sitting in the room's only other chair. Sora was determinedly not looking at the redhead. Axel had his hand on his hip in a non-threatening manner but Sora got the message. Don't you fucking say anything.

After almost 15 minutes an older black haired man came into the room, apologizing for the wait. He had a small plastic tray in one hand and set it on the counter before tugging a pair of purple non-latex gloves from the dispenser on the wall. He pulled them on then turned to Sora. He instructed him to remove his shirt and lie on his stomach. Sora did and grasped the edge of the table in front of his face.

"Okay," The doctor said as he smeared iodine over a small portion of Sora's spine. "This is going to feel really weird and you are going to feel a lot of pressure but it wouldn't hurt."

Sora looked over his shoulder and watched as the older man prepped the syringe that had a strange silver mixture in it. Sora turned his face away and squeezed his eyes shut as the doctor counted down from three. When he hit one Sora felt the need bite into his flesh and he whimpered. Fucking doctor lied, it hurt like Hell. After a lot of pressure the needle was quickly removed. Sora breathed a sigh of relief.

"There," the doctor said. "All done."

He wiped off Sora's back and helped the boy sit up. After he had pulled his shirt over his head, the doctor asked if he wanted to see. Nervously, Sora nodded. The black haired man then went to the desk and removed a small hand mirror. He handed it to the boy and told him that if there was any itching or burning over the next few days to come back immediately. With that he left the room, trusting the two of them to find their way out on their own as he hurried off to tend to another patient. Slowly, Sora brought the mirror up to his face. At first he didn't recognize himself. The after a moment he got used to what he was seeing. All his life he had had brown hair, and now it was a brilliant shade of blonde, he looked over at Axel who was looking at him like he was the 8th wonder of the world.

"Roxas." Axel whispered. "Oh, my Roxas."

~O~

Rox3l: So what did you think? Love it, hate it? Comments questions, concerns? All is welcome. Please, feedback it really what drives me, and the lack good quality feedback thereof often leads to why an author (or at least me) gets stuck on a story.