Disclaimer: I do not own KH or anything associated with it. I just write out the things my imagination forms to please me and possibly others as well. Oxana and other OC that might pop in every now and then are mine though, keep your crusty hands off of her, thankies!

ALSO: This story contains strong language, smut, drug/alcohol abuse and violence etc- basically just about anything and everything that might get your panties in a bunch.
So if you are easy to feel squeamish or don't enjoy thinking about such subjects, go find yourself some nice fluff to read. This is definitely not going to be your cup of tea.

So, now that we got that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of Tame my Fire!

Who was this tall, slender fuckboy that looked like he belonged in a rave instead of a house party and why was he staring at him with his bright green, piercing eyes? It wasn't something the boy was used to, people actually noticing his existence in a crowd. He usually tried to keep himself as invisible as possible if he didn't see someone who peaked his interest; always dressing in ordinary jeans and t-shirts accompanied by a pair of ragged looking converse like most of the people his age, sticking to his introvert life.

Roxas tended to only talking to people when he was either stoned or drunk, both of which did happen quite often but not enough for him to constantly be swarmed by a crowd of people. Yet somehow in this party full of way more interesting people he ever could be, the eyes just wouldn't leave his figure, even when he turned away or went to get another drink from the keg. The petite blonde was definitely not used to this feeling, he was the one who hunted people, yet now this redhead was staring him down and almost crippling him with the intensity. Staring, staring like it was piercing straight through Roxas' skin and into his dark, tainted soul.

Remember to stop by the house and feed the cat.
Thanks again sweetie, call you when we get back!
Love, Mom

Roxas let out a groggy sound as he buried his face back into his pillow after reading the text that had woken him from his hangover-induced slumber. He rolled slowly onto his side, pressing his phone against his pale chest, taking a slow yet deep breath before opening his eyes to see who he had woken up next to this time. He tried not to exhale too loudly as he studied the sleeping freshman next to him, not being able to even recall his name.

He shuddered at the thought of all the jelly shots he had downed mere hours ago, feeling a familiar thud in the back of his head as he slowly slipped out of his bed and grabbed his boxers off the floor, hopping on one foot after the other as he pulled them on while making his way to his desk and flopping into the chair and flipping the switch of his coffee machine he kept next to his computer. Living in a student flat wasn't really that elegant, but it sure beat staying at home where his parents would see and judge everything he did with his life.

Taking another glance of the calm-looking kid in his bed, rolling his eyes before grinning and quietly opening his desk drawer, pulling out a pocket knife and slicing a mark on the edge of the wooden surface to accompany the other similar ones already present.

"Yet another freshman has fallen." He mumbled to himself as he stretched his arms up towards the ceiling, popped a few Tylenol in his mouth and tousled his hair as he swallowed them, cringing afterwards.

A sudden stir from the bed caught his attention as the very naked freshman woke up and started to smile immediately as his consciousness came out of dreamland.

"Do I smell coffee?" The boy said, Roxas blinking a few times as he tried to add a name from the night before to the voice he was hearing but couldn't identify it.

"Yeah. Morning." he answered quietly as the blonde in his bed sat up, rubbing his face rather cutely before opening his eyes, his smile only widening when he saw Roxas.

"Good morning. The party last night was great, I had a lot of fun with you." the John Doe said with an almost shy smile and a blush creeping over his cheeks.

Yeah, clearly they had had fun alright. Roxas had made a quick mental note of the practically empty bottle of lube at the foot of the bed and the empty beer cans tossed around the room. It was quite obvious the partying didn't end when they left the actual venue; they had moved the party back to his room when the real ordeal had ended or jumped out in the middle of it because Roxas had been sure he'd be getting ass from the kid.

Either way, they had clearly had fun and the nameless must have a sore ass and an orifice or two full of cum. Roxas scoffed and rolled his eyes at the other's remark with a little smile, nodding as he pulled two mugs from his other drawer, pouring some coffee in both before making his way back to the bed and offering the second mug to the drowsy-looking teen.

"Yeah, it was great. Look, I'm sorry to be a buzzkill but I have to get to class, so I'm gonna run. You can use all the time you need, thanks for the great night." He could see how the boy's smile faded and his eyebrows furrowed as Roxas stood up, ruffled the soft bedhair the other was sporting and gave him a quick kiss before turning to the door almost naked and a coffee mug in hand grabbing a seemingly full, black backpack from the door on his way and quickly disappearing through the door and into the hallways.

The freshman was left frowning in the messy dorm room, clutching onto the warm mug he had been presented with without knowledge of which building he was at or if Roxas was going to call him like he had promised the night before or not.

Roxas was definitely not going to call. He downed his coffee on the way to the lower-floor bathroom, pulling out a fresh t-shirt and forcing his head through the collar as he hopped down the stairs. During his first year at school, he had formed a system which he called "the dumpage." It consisted of always bringing the so-called victim to his own room where he had preemptively packed fresh clothes, his school supplies and a granola bar into, freshening up in the bathroom one floor down from his own so the booty wouldn't happen to come in after him by chance and then going to class like nothing ever happened.

This was the rinse and repeat process Roxas had been doing since he had accidentally pulled it once his freshman year and it had worked like a charm. No one was ever sad or mad, no fights or strings attached. Sometimes he would run into an old hook-up at a party and they might end up banging yet again, but a worry of someone wanting to settle down had never risen up.

Roxas loved it so much, the college life. As he made his way to class, he rubbed the last of the night before out of his eyes and glanced up at the sky with a little grin. He was already thinking about the next party and what it would bring, maybe yet another wedge into the side of his desk? His grin widened as he shook his head at the thought. He'd been playing the freshman game for quite some time now; He'd go to all the new events, getting either drunk or high and hitting on a different freshman every time. It was quite a fun little activity he had formed himself.

Making his way to his first class of the day he laughed internally at every girl and guy walking past him that looked like they were either hit by a truck or had the roughest of parties last night. Some carried heels in their hand, walking barefoot and some hid their faces under their large hoods, clearly afraid of the sunlight and the burning effect it had on their post-drunken soul.

Roxas had never missed a single class himself while partying like the animal he was. As much as he loved the life he was living, his parents would force him to move home as soon as his grades started dropping. Maintaining his studies with absolute accuracy was imperative for him to be able to live the way he did and keep the lifestyle he had built himself.

"Yo, bitchmonkey!" A sudden yell erupted from the sea of students rushing around the main campus as Roxas found himself nearing the building he was to go into, and he snapped out of his thoughts and looked around for the source of the familiar pet name he had got himself stuck with. Not surprisingly, he saw the familiar messy bun of pastel blue hair bouncing towards him, towering over most of the students as the tall girl made her way through the slimming crowd and soon she popped in front of him, eyeing his figure from head to toe before rolling her eyes.

"Hey Slenderman." he retorted, answering with a snort and a raise of a brow at her expression and the examination she was proceeding with on his figure just as the other opened her crimson red -painted mouth.

"Another score on the board last night?" The taller asked, towering over him with her hands on her slim hips and a mock-stern look on her face. When Roxas nodded and started grinning widely with a little wiggle of his brows, she burst into laughter.

"I seriously don't know how the fuck you keep pulling one night after another, it's been two weeks in a row now hasn't it!" She exclaimed and punched the blonde boy on the shoulder, leaving him laughing and rubbing the spot that was definitely going to bruise.

"Oh please, I did take last Sunday off, Oxana. I am not a machine, you know."

"You make it sound like it's your job or something." Oxana rolled her eyes and lifted her fist to punch him again, Roxas quickly jumping a pace back to avoid the deathly blows of the real-life Slenderman. He didn't have many real friends, but Oxana and him had gotten to know each other in high school and somehow she had stuck around, even though he hadn't really made much effort for a friendship with the tall, yellow-eyed girl.

They had somehow ended up making out in a party once around the end of their second year of high school and had practically been inseparable ever since, secretly running off to get mashed in the woods with whatever they got their hands on; weed, shrooms, alcohol and the occasional whiff of cocaine they had gotten their hands on by a chance. They had basically been in some sort of a relationship ever since that essential hookup, still getting together from time to time when either had a dry spell but had never formed any type of feelings for each other.

Roxas hadn't had sex with another girl than her in years now, his focus had been boys even before the two met. There was just something special about her, maybe it was her insane sex drive and the fact that when she got high she would suck him off over and over for hours on end, or that she loved it when he rammed it in her ass from behind and choked her with his belt simultaneously, the belt being for the fact he wouldn't reach her neck without it, she was that tall. Probably around 6.2″ if Roxas had to estimate.

He'd never asked her actual height, because every time the subject came up, she'd tease him hours on end for being the short little prick he was. Another reason Roxas loved to hang around with Oxana the Slenderman was that they never went for the same guys, they barely ever even went to the same parties if they didn't plan it beforehand. They were in completely different crowds even with their striking similarities, Roxas being the introverted nymphomaniac he was while Oxana instead was an ass-shaking, rave-going social butterfly with zero understanding of personal space and a lack of any sort of filter in the things she said out loud. Polar opposites yet kindred spirits - Maybe the saying of opposites attracting was the base of all that was holy.

After silently judging Roxas for a short moment, mostly because she was jealous of his pulling game, the blue haired maiden grabbed Roxas by the arm and started tugging him into the school building because the class was already about to start and they both hated being late or skipping in any scenario. Even if they lost their heads they'd both be sitting in that back row, heads under their arms just to participate.

"Eat your granola dude, we need to run up those stairs like there was a pack of poltergeist behind us trying to stick their ghost dicks in our asses." she grumbled as she practically dragged him up the concrete stairs and pushed the door open with her elbow, the boy quickly following her advice and devouring the bar in his pocket before they got to the stairs and printed up and into advanced math where they were supposed to be.

"Don't act like you wouldn't like the idea of that." Roxas laughed, earning a punch on his ribs as they ran, wincing a little from the impact of her hard knuckles against his torso.

"Likewise, my sex-addicted friend, likewise." the girl muttered in response, the blonde not knowing what to answer to that, actually going speechless with the surprise of not immediately wanting to deny it. Maybe he would like it? He had never tried, always being the more dominant one and loving every moment of it. The thought made him feel irritated yet he couldn't stop thinking about it all through class, wondering if he'd ever trust anyone so much, to actually surrender and offer himself so fully to another person.

Welcome to my first KH fanfic, I hope you enjoyed the little sneak peek into the future and the first chapter of Tame the Fire!
Please favorite and keep posted, there is much, much more to come and events to happen.
Review and talk to me as well, I'd love to hear your opinions and what you think is going on or might happen, I'd love to hear your thoughts as well.
Until next time, toodles! *inserts hearts like a little fuckboy*

P.S like I warned in the beginning there is going to be A LOT of material that might be very inappropriate for children, sex, alcohol and drugs plus much, MUCH more, so if you are sensitive to such things I would suggest you kindly leave this fic now before I get too many angry comments about this matter. BUT if you are a sick, twisted motherfucker such as moi, please sit back and enjoy the twisted shit that is about to commence!

P.P.S Also, my first language isn't English, so I apologize for any errors in grammar or spelling, I try my best to make this reading experience as pleasant for you as I can. Please be gentle with me. Unless it is in bed, then choke me like you mean it-