Yes I started yet another new story. Bare with me please. For once Axel is on the bottom! And he's a neko! If any of this freaks you out, leave now. Also be aware that this will have very…kinky lemons later on in the story. You have been warned! I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

Nekos were slaves, simple fact of life. They were sold in market squares like cattle and pigs. Some were house workers, others helped in the fields, some took care of children and some…were pleasure slaves. That's what he was. Axel sin was a pleasure slave. As he was dragged out onto the wooden stage where he would be sold, he thought dryly how fitting his last name was to his…profession.

"Here we have an experienced pleasure slave, ungelded," the announcer said.

Axel smirked as several of the people in the crowd left, disgusted. Not many people wanted an ungelded male neko around because once a year they would go into a rut. They became violent and craved sex like they craved air to breath and to top it all of, their strength doubled, making it impossible to fight them.

His tail swished in annoyance as the announcer forced his legs apart to put his private areas on better display for them to see. Honestly, they could see everything just fine without him moving! He let himself zone out as the bidding began; he really didn't care who his new master or mistress was.

"One thousand? Going once, twice-"

"Two thousand," a voice called out.

Axel glanced up, surprised that someone would bid so much on him. His shock grew when he saw who his soon to be master would be, realizing he scarcely looked fifteen years old.

"Sold to Roxas Hikaru."

I've been sold to a fifteen year old? Axel thought as the chain around his neck jerked him forward down the stairs and around the crowd until he came face to face with the blond haired angel. Cold blue eyes glared into his own emerald ones, making sure no emotion was shown.

"Let's get you some clothes."

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Axel followed Roxas into the entry way of the huge mansion, now clothed in soft brown breeches and a matching shirt, though the iron collar and chain remained secure around his neck.

"No offense, Master, but how old are you?" Axel asked. He really didn't care about offending his new master, however gorgeous he was, and the only reason he was being polite was so he wouldn't get whipped.

"Twenty three" Roxas answered, forcing him up the stairs after him. "And here is some more information for you." The blond turned, fixing him with a hard glare. "You will not be gelded. I actually wasn't planning on buying you; I was looking for a servant. But…well it doesn't matter. Just know that's not why you're here."

Axel nodded, feeling grateful. All he would have to do was take care of the other man, his body wouldn't be violated each and every night.

"If you're going to cry, do it in your room. Down that hall, last room on the left," Roxas ordered, pointing to the right hallway with a jerk of his thumb.

Axel roughly wiped his eyes, muttering curses under his breath upon realizing what he was doing. "I apologize, it won't happen again."

"Whatever. Just don't do it in front of me. Now, you will find I am the only who lives here; don't ask why. If my door is locked, don't bother trying to get in no matter what you hear."

"Sir?"

"In the winter you'll chop wood and keep the fires going. You will fix each of my meals and accept the brand I will give you without complaint," Roxas finished.

"By brand you mean…" Axel trailed off.

"Tattoos," Roxas answered. "I will put them in now."

"Please no," Axel whispered, suddenly growing pale and his confidence vanishing.

Roxas's eyes narrowed. "And why not?"

"Needles," Axel gasped, fear seizing his heart and suddenly tugging himself away from the blond.

"What, you're scared of needles?" Roxas asked, voice disbelieving. "Well get over it."

"No. Please no. Please…" Axel whimpered.

"Why are you so scared?" Roxas demanded, jerking him forward with a surprising amount of strength.

Axel didn't answer, overcome completely by hysteria as a memory from several years ago gripped him. Roxas couldn't stare as the fiery red head jerked and twisted, red tail lashing back and forth, small ears pressed tight into the locks of hair.

"Fine! No needles!"

Even after he said this, it took several minutes for Axel to calm down, panting in harsh gasps, muscles quivering.

"Do not ever resist me that way again," Roxas ordered sternly. "Now follow me, your neck is rubbed raw from all that struggling."

Axel reached up, feeling blood trickle down his neck as the pain sunk in, adrenaline fading away. "Sorry, Master. I…can't help it," he mumbled, tail drooping between his legs.

"You will tell me what you're so damn afraid of later. For now, come with me."

Axel followed him down the middle hallway, slowly pulling his wits together after they had been so brutally shredded by his fear. How had he managed to make such a fool of himself in such a short amount of time?

The bathroom he was led into was smaller than he expected, not that he was complaining, and the two barely fit due to Axel's tall size. Roxas took off the collar wordlessly, ignoring Axel's hiss as cool air hit the abused flesh, instead pulling a wash cloth out of the over head cabinet. Gently he padded the bleeding areas, washing the blood away before throwing the cloth in the sink. Next, he pulled out a roll of bandages, working the white cotton around his neck firmly.

"There. I guess I'll give you a tour of the rest of the house," Roxas said.

"Please Master, I have a request."

"What is it?" Roxas demanded impatiently.

"In apology for my behavior earlier I will let you brand me," Axel said stiffly.

"I do not wish to have another one of these episodes again as soon as I begin," Roxas grumbled, setting the chain and collar in the sink as well.

"It won't," Axel promised. He didn't know why but he had the urge to please his new master. He didn't want to leave him.

"Fine then," Roxas sighed. "Tonight then. For now, follow me."

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The tour took about an hour and Axel learned that Roxas truly was alone in the huge house. He was told that Roxas had inherited the Hikaru glass making business after everyone in the family had died all in the same month. The actual work was not done by him, rather the workers in the next town over. He merely handled the money and paperwork.

Axel was thankful his first master had taught him how to cook as he cooked that night's meal. Anxiety was twisting in his gut as he and Roxas ate in the other's room, knowing what awaited him once they finished. As Roxas set their plates down on a dresser, Axel felt hysteria rising within him again. It worsened as Roxas began to pull out a pack of needles and several bottles of ink. Unknowingly, a whimper escaped him.

"Remember, you shoe to do this," Roxas sighed. "Now take off your shirt, it will be on your back."

"You obviously didn't look closely at my back then," Axel said, fighting to keep the tremble out of his voice.

"Let me see," Roxas ordered.

Axel stood on shaky legs, tugging his shirt off and letting Roxas see the twisting red lines that snaked up and down his back, scarcely big enough to see.

"Don't touch them," Axel said quietly. "I will…go into a rut."

"What?" Roxas demanded.

"A former master put them on me. Bare human touch or pain sends me into a rut, if applied there. He…had fantasies," Axel mumbled. "I've always been whipped on my thighs since."

"So if I tried putting a tattoo here-"

"You'd end up dead," Axel finished.

"So that's why you're afraid of needles," Roxas mused.

"Actually, no. Not at all," Axel said.

"Then tell me."

"Only if you order me," Axel replied.

Roxas hesitated. He didn't want their relationship to start out worse than it already had. "Never mind. Do you mind if they're on your face?"

Axel turned to face him, shaking his head no. "Go ahead."

Roxas made him sit before sitting down across from him, readying the needles and ink. Axel tried not to shake as the needle neared the space beneath his right eye. As it slowly sunk into his flesh he bit his lip, blood welling up and slipping down his chin. Roxas finished with the needle and grabbed a rag, shoving it into the red head's mouth so he wouldn't bite through his lip.

"Calm down," Roxas murmured, wiping away several tears. "Just bare with me."

Axel bit the cloth harder as one by one, needles pierced his skin, forcing the ink to stain his skin. It was slow going for with every needle he was forced to wipe away tears to stop them from mixing with the ink. As Roxas worked, he thought hard. What would compel the slave to voluntarily put himself through something that was obviously traumatizing? Finally, he finished the first side, drawing back, noticing that as he did so, Axel visibly relaxed.

"I'll do the second one tomorrow," Roxas told him, handing him a small mirror.

Axel took it with a shaking hand, examining the small triangle shaped tattoo beneath his eyes. How does something so small hurt so much?

"You should go sleep. Be sure to sleep on your left," Roxas ordered.

"I'll clean up first," Axel started.

"No. Your day has been too tiring," Roxas said. "I've taken care of myself so far just fine. Go sleep."

Axel moved towards the door, suddenly stopping when he reached it. "This is the first night my body hasn't been violated in ten years."

"Welcome to your new life."