WARNING: Yaoi. MalexMale. Dont like, dont read.

Well...I'm extremely happy with how this turned out. This is a story in the process! First time i've ever put anything really sexual in the first chapter, but it fit so well. I really hope you guys enjoy it but i think something might be missing...Tell me what you think.

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Song: Bruises and Bitemarks by Good with Grenades

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The music was blaring from the industrial sized speakers, sweaty bodies pushing against each other in a hectic midnight dance as a sultry voice poured from the lead singer and sunk into the walls and their souls, pushing them to dance more, moving them forward.

The room spun like a marry-go-round, the floor beat like it had a pulse, they were all inside a large, living monster who had swallowed them whole, hypnotized them into it's belly where they danced and nothing more. The giant monster had one boy under a particularly strong trance, swinging his head back and forth moving his body to the steady beat. He felt complete, whole, like a part of everyone else. One person, in this moment, was everyone around him, they all shared one breath, one heart, one body as they all seemed to move in tandem.

Bruises and bite-marks say,

Takes one to bring the pain

Passion lies in screams of estacitic dreams

The voice of the red headed male singer poured from the speakers, eyes closing for a second, absorbing his own lyrics, moving his body to the beat of his own song. The heat was rising from the dance floor and onto the stage, the bright lights shone on him, making beads of sweat trickle down his face. He felt at one with everyone in the club just as much as they felt at one with each other. He could feel his band moving together as they played on into the darkening night.

You bring the ropes and chains

I'll bring the pills and games

I can show you pain

And make you say my name

The blonde boy in the crowd opened his eyes to take in everyone around him, not finding his friends anywhere in sight, but he didn't mind one bit. He kept swinging his hips to the beat of that fiery voice. Suddenly there were hot hands circling around his waist, holding tightly to his hips as they rocked back and forth. He turned around to find the face the hands belonged to, realizing this was a complete stranger. His silver hair was a mess, spikes running down to his shoulders, his green eyes lit up with the passion of the moment, a slight smile on his thin lips.

Neither of them stopped their dancing, neither of them could, it was physically impossible in a place like this. They moved closer to each other, if that was even possible, becoming more like one person than the rest around them. The silver haired teen moved his head to place his lips directly next to the blonde boy's ear.

"Lets go somewhere." The voice was hot, heavy, weighed down with the tension of the atmosphere and the friction of their bodies. His voice was like acid, trickling into his brain and spreading through his blood, poisoning him with the enticing idea of what he was proposing.

He gave a slow nod of his head, never taking his crystal blue eyes from those oddly bright green ones.

The silver haired one lead them away from the crowd and out of a door in the side of the room. They were in a poorly lit, equally as hot, small hallway without a soul in sight. When the heavy, metal door clanged closed behind them, the older teen whipped the blonde boy around and pinned him to the grimy wall behind them.

Immediately, the silver haired teen began attacking the younger boy's mouth, capturing his lips in a violent and hurried attack which he quickly won. Their tongues dancing around each other as the sound of the music could still be heard clearly, the beat still pulsating around them, driving them forward.

You're in a place for fear

Lips are for biting here

Lets make this moment worth the while

Lets kill the night and go down in style

As quickly as it had begun, the kiss was halted, only for the older teen to bring his mouth to the younger one's neck, nipping playfully at a sensitive spot, earning a moan from the blonde boy. he sucked at his pulse, running his tongue along the boy's collar bone. He felt the silver haired one's hands dancing along the waistband of his pants. Both of his slender hands moved to meet each other in the front where they quickly unbuttoned and unzipped the blonde boy's pants, all the while continuing his attack on his neck.

Suddenly, the younger one caught a vice grip on the older teen's wrist, halting all of his actions, his head rising to look him in the eye. The fear and uncertainty showed along with the wild animalistic instinct that was controlling him. It was a mix of drugs and hormones.

A smirk spread across the older boy's face. "It'll feel good," he whispered, licking the boy's bruised lips, "I promise."

The grip was suddenly loosened at that wildly appealing promise; he took this as a sign to continue. Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees in front of the blonde boy. His tongue darted in and around the boy's belly button a few times, a gasp escaping those luscious lips. Black jeans along with 3 belts were easily slid off the blonde's slender waist.

Carefully, His blue boxers wee slid down his legs.

Feel the magic rise

We're plotting our demise

Of perspiration and Alcohol as I introduce the Bedroom Brawl.

He let out a hot breath on the blonde's straining erection. The boy closed his eyes in pain at the pleasure he was receiving. A hot tongue slowly and gently licked the precum from his head. His small hand fisted a lock of silky, silver hair. the older teen brought his lips to gently suck on the boy's throbbing head, enjoying his salty taste. He ran his tongue along the underside of his dick from base to tip. The boy moaned loudly, the music repeating his chorus all around him.

Soon the silver haired teen took all of the blonde's length in his mouth, gently running his teeth along the under side as he bobbed his head in time with the beats. The boy clenched his teeth from screaming out loud with his pleasure as the silver one used his other hand to palm his balls, rolling them softly and squeezing them gently each time he engulfed the length. he bobbed up and down, suckling at the head each time he came up. He could feel the boy's orgasm growing closer. Keeping his lips wrapped around the member and his bobbing action going, he hummed a moan that reverberated up the boy's erection and through his whole body.

With one scream he shot his load into the older boy's mouth, the orgasm sending waves of intense pleasure through him, the ecstasy making it even more forceful. His vision was blacked over and white stars were all he could see for a moment. The older boy swallowed all the salty load save for a drop which ran down the side of the boy's length. He removed his mouth and slowly ran his tongue along the side to get that last drop. He licked his lips.

The song was drawing to a close.

The blonde boy sank to ground, back still against the wall. He came eye level to the older boy and they were once again locked in a fierce battle of tongues. The younger one could taste his essence his the older's mouth.

They parted for air.

"Told you it'd feel good." Was all he said as he stood up and left.

After a prolonged moment and the beginning verse of the next song was over, he stood up slowly, dragging his pants with him. He buttoned them up, heart beat still racing, temperature still skyrocketing, and he walked back out the metal door through which they had come to the heated dance floor once more.

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The first band had finished their last song, the next coming onto the stage to play the wound up teens through the night. The blonde had managed to snake his way out of the crowd once more but wound up back stage some how. The chaos was evident, the happiness clear in the band's eyes. The guitarist, a tall kid with a blonde mullet, was grinning and practically bouncing up and down with happiness as he and the lead singer were talking about something.

The blonde boy tried to stumble towards them, reaching out a hand, his mouth working to try and form words. But his legs were working against him, he was moving too slowly, everything was blurry and spinning.

He stumbled against something that made a loud clanging noise, maybe the drum set? Never the less, it clearly got their attention. Both of the band mates turned their heads to find the blonde boy sprawled on the floor, legs tangled up in lines that connected to the ceiling for specific actions on stage, a symbol half buried under his torso.

They both looked at each other and then back at the boy.

The red head jogged over to the boy and took the symbol out from under him, throwing a couple lines off of him and trying to help him up. He was still stuck. "Demyx," he called to the guitarist, "get your ass over here and help me with this kid. He seems pretty out of it."

All he could do was stare at that gorgeous red head, his voice almost as intoxicating as when he sang. His pupils were dilated, eyes flickering from the red head to the man called Demyx to the fluorescent lights above him.

"Wow, he looks pretty fucked up," Demyx replied. He helped the red head untangle the boy's legs. They managed to get him on his feet and his arms around their necks. They were crouching so that he could try to walk with his own two feet.

They managed to lead him outside to the back parking lot, the cold winter air hitting the blonde's face, drastically cooling him off from his over heating problem.

Which also caused him to throw up the meager contents of his stomach, which just so happened to be a modest amount of alcohol.

"Whoa," Demyx shouted as he still held onto the boy's arm, but tried to move a bit out of the way from the colorful and delightful smelling upheaval. After everything was cleaned out and on the blacktop for all to see, a few dry heaves afterwards, he moaned and his head drooped, legs going limp.

"Shit, Axel," Demyx complained, "look, this isn't working."

Before the boy could say a word, the red head, Axel, swiped his legs out from under him, throwing both of his arms around his neck, and carried him bridal style to a black car.

"Axel," Demyx called, running up to him, "so now we have a kid. That's great, wonderful, always wanted to be a daddy. What in the hell do you plan on doing with him?! We could be kidnapping, who knows how old he is, maybe he's got people looking for him. Where are we even going to take him?"

"Back to the apartment," Axel replied cooly, somehow managing to open the back seat car door and sliding the half-conscious boy inside. He lingered for a moment, watching the boy roll around to the side a bit, getting comfortable, eyelids flickering. "I think he's really messed up."

"Really," the guitarist replied, "I mean, besides the fact that he's 'prolly laced to all hell with drugs and that he's almost unconscious in the back seat of our car! I swear to God Axel! What if he's OD-ing?! What will Zexion say?"

"Dude, fucking ask him out, or stop worrying so much about what he thinks," Axel replied angrily, dragging out a blanket from the floor on the car and draping it over the boy. "Besides, I'll take care of him, so i'll take all the shit, how's that?"

"Tch," he scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest, "whatever."

"Go get Zexion and lets blow the joint."

The guitarist ran off to go get whoever Zexion was. Axel sat down in the back seat, wrapping the blanket around him more, trying to keep his temperature under control in the cold winter air.

The boy mumbled something incoherent.

Axel leaned over and wiped a piece of hair from his forehead gently. "What's your name?"

His eyes flickered and his head hurt. He moaned softly at the pain but had managed to hear the question. he replied softly, "you don't...want to know."

Axel's eyes widened. He rubbed his thumb in smooth, soothing circles along his cheek bone, trying to calm his moans of slight pain every now and then.

"I'll tell you my name..." the blonde boy took a deep breath, "If you tell me yours."

He smiled. "It's Axel."

a smiled came across the boy's face, eyes flickering open to find his eyes. They were soft, gentle, just the way he was touching him. No one had ever really touched him that way. "Axel...I like it." he breathed deeply and closed his eyes, he could feel the reaches of unconsciousness creeping up in his brain. "My...Roxas."

Axel grinned, "Roxas...I like it."

That's when everything went black.

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