This is an old storyline I had dug up and it was just around the right season to do it!! Though a few days late, I figured "What the hell" and wanted to upload it anyway!

Originally supposed to be a oneshot, I may turn it into a twoshot, and maybe even a threeshot.

Regardless, I hope you enjoy! And feedback would certainly be greatly appreciated!!

Warning: I do not own Kingdom Hearts in any way and make not a single cent from this story. I am simply borrowing these sexy characters for my own amusement.


Blue eyes blinked blearily open. His head was groggy and his body ached something terrible. Roxas groaned as he sat up and immediately yelped at the intense spark of pain that ran down his spine. He set his head in one of his hands as he tried to recall why he couldn't remember last night. The blonde suddenly jumped, which caused another rush of pain through his body, as he felt an arm tighten around his waist. Assuming the worst, Roxas looked over and saw a mess of fiery red hair. Not believing his eyes, he continued to stare as the memories slowly began to come back.

"Come on Roxas. You need to get out once in a while! All you do is study." Hayner lectured to Roxas, who was currently picking at his nails, feigning to pay attention to an argument he's heard a million times before.

"Hayner's right Roxas. It's nice to let loose once in a while, you deserve it." Olette's voice added in.

"Listen. There's a Christmas party goin' on at Axel's place tonight. Everyone's going. You should come." Hayner said, making the blonde let out an exasperated sigh.

"Thanks a lot for the invite guys, but I don't think I want to go."

"You never want to go to things like that! You used to go all the time!" Hayner yelled, getting irritated at his stubborn friend. Roxas didn't say anything to the comment. Instead, he chose to pick up his bag, push up his glasses, and leave the café, planning on heading home. He kicked a rock as he slowly trailed towards the park to take a shortcut home.

Hayner was right. Only a year and a half ago he had been crazy for parties, staying out late, and being like every other teenager. Sure, he hadn't been completely failing his classes, but he had always chosen partying rather than homework in those days. Roxas Lamarre had been one hot stud. He was on the short end of how tall a sixteen year old should be, but he had a pretty face and eyes that shone like sapphires (or so he had been told). His extreme amount of confidence and cool cat persona really made people go wild, guys and girls alike. Roxas had been living the good life and enjoying every amazing minute of it.

But as he soon learned, partying was all fine and dandy…Until something went wrong. He was one of the most desired people in the town. Everyone wanted to be his friend and many wanted to be with him. It never really bothered him until others started to like him a bit too much.

It started off innocent enough. Roxas would get some hints, presents, or even outright confessions. He would kindly brush them off, no problem. He had even felt sort of flattered, even if Hayner liked to tease him about it.

However, soon enough, he found his good male friends getting a bit too touchy for his liking. He wasn't homophobic or anything like that. On the contrary, Roxas leaned more on the men side than the woman. But seeing your friends argue over who got to buy his meal or who sat next to him got to be stressful. Roxas handled it at first. He insisted on paying for his own meals and making sure to switch who he hung out with regularly.

Sadly, that was not enough. Each day things got a bit worse. Roxas would receive crazy letters. Some with pictures of themselves, some signed in blood, and some even put in locks of hair. He'd find his stuff missing here and there, ranging from pencils to clothes. His relatively close friends became paranoid over what he was doing and who he was with. They'd call him all hours of the night, show up unannounced, and just magically appear when he was out somewhere. It began to really worry Roxas, not to mention frustrate him deeply.

Eventually, Roxas could take it no longer and finally snapped when he found one of his particular friends lying naked on his bed after having 'waited until his love got home.' He had set them all straight that he was not at all interested, and to leave him alone.

They didn't believe him at first, thinking of it as a funny joke on Roxas's part. But they soon learned how serious Roxas really was. Roxas told them as clearly as he could that he found none of them the least bit attractive and that it disgusted him how obsessed they all were. He could admit now, that he was a bit too cruel on how he let them down. At the time, he had been so stressed about the entire thing that he sort of exploded and his actions created a result worse than he would have imagined.

By this time, Roxas had gradually stopped partying as much, even got a job at a pizza place. He was walking home one night after a long day at work when he was suddenly grabbed and pulled into an alleyway. He struggled as he felt hands groping his body and ripping at his clothes. He pleaded for them to stop and found out that it had been his best friend of the group, Seifer, that had attacked him. Roxas had begged him to let him go, but that just made Seifer angry. He always had an anger problem, and Roxas had unknowingly set off a stalker. Seifer beat the crap out of him, punching Roxas over and over again with so much force that he felt like he could collapse at any moment. When the teen realized that Seifer was ripping off his jeans, he renewed his efforts to get away as his trusted friend tried to rape him. Luckily, someone passing by had heard Roxas's screams and pulled Seifer off of him just in time.

Roxas hadn't pressed charges but he couldn't face any of them anymore. He sort of blamed himself. The therapist that the police required he talk to had explained to him that obsessed stalkers are fairly easy to set off, and that it wasn't Roxas's fault. But how else was he supposed to feel? He should have realized that the one stealing his clothes had been Seifer, and perhaps confronted him about it calmly. If he had done that, then Roxas wouldn't have said those cruel things that essentially made Seifer crazed.

Roxas struggled with his emotions involving the event. His face and body looked horrifying with all of the bruises and cuts that littered it. His mom had decided it was time to move, and Roxas had found himself in the town he was currently in: Twilight Town. The only friends he still felt close with decided to move with him, as crazy as that sounded. One of them, Pence, already lived in Twilight Town, so when Olette and Hayner decided to move, it wasn't hard for them to find a place to stay.

Roxas had been extremely grateful for his friends, but he wasn't all that excited about going back to school. Sure, it was a new environment with new people, but he was always still dreadfully afraid that his nightmare would be repeated again.

That's when Roxas made the decision to stick to himself and just finish through school as quietly as he could. He even picked up a pair of nerdy glasses and wore a hat over his head most of the time. Baggy clothes were all he wore out in public, with long sleeved sweaters on top. His friends didn't particularly agree with his choices, but they supported him regardless.

That was how Roxas found himself now. Still the same quiet, reserved kid he'd turned himself into, though he had gained one hell of a temper. He'd gotten a job at a bookstore relatively close to his home, but any money he made went into a bank account. Slowly, Roxas forgot how he had even acted before he moved. He was comfortable with his life now, even if the party did sound a bit interesting, Roxas would never go.

He entered his house and set his bag down. His mother was at work, and wouldn't be home for quite a few hours.

"Roxas is that you?"

"Yeah Namine, it's me." Roxas looked over towards the living room to find his sister standing there, smiling as she walked over to him.

"I heard there's a party tonight." Roxas promptly turned around to get some crackers from the cupboard.

"That is the rumor going around." Namine watched her brother carefully. She had been away on an exchange trip when everything had happened. She's been trying to get Roxas out and about more, but nothing she tried seemed to work.

"You should go."

"I'm not going" Namine sighed at Roxas's blunt statement.

"Roxas…"

"Don't start Min, I don't want to go." Roxas poured himself a glass of milk and started to walk out of the kitchen.

"Would you go if I did?"

"No." Roxas ended the conversation by heading upstairs to his room and closing the door behind him. Namine watched him go, then got a determined look on her face. She decided that tonight she'd definitely make Roxas go to that party.

Roxas had just sat down at his desk when Namine walked in, holding a picture in her hand. One glance at it had Roxas staring at her in horror.

"Where did you find that?!" He demanded. Namine grinned.

"It was just a little something I stumbled upon. I wonder what everyone will think of this…" Roxas glared at her, knowing exactly what she was doing.

"What do you want?"

"Go to the party tonight." Roxas studied her.

"I just have to go?" Namine nodded.

"But you have to go as your real self. If you do, then I'll give you the picture and all will be well again!" Roxas growled as Namine happily skipped out of his room. He threw himself into his chair, glaring at the door.

"Why did I ever even put that bikini on…" He grumbled to himself as he decided that he would call Olette to tell her that he would be going to the party, whether he wanted to or not.

Speakers blared Christmas tunes as people danced around with drinks spilling in their hands. The coffee table had been pushed to the side, leaving a very wide area to dance in, and these teens were taking advantage of it. Said table was filled with drinks of all kinds, many with very questionable substances, as well as any other flat surfaces easily accessible to drunken hands. Roxas looked uneasily around himself. He felt a hand on his back and saw Olette gently smiling at him.

"You'll do fine!" She encouraged.

"Yeah. Just remember the old days." Roxas glared at Hayner and stomped on his foot.

"Ow! I was just kidding!" Roxas stalked off and Olette gave Hayner a pointed look.

"What? Hey at least now he'll be forced to mingle!" Olette shook her head disapprovingly. She hoped nothing went wrong tonight.

Roxas walked through the house in slight awe. The house wasn't all that huge, but it was spacey. He'd always been a sucker for log houses, and this one was no exception. Roxas found himself maneuvering through the crowd and ended up at a smaller room. It looked a bit like a study, with a bookshelf against the wall and a comfy loveseat and recliner to match. Roxas let out a breath of relief at the aspect of quiet. He walked into the room, passing a mirror along the way.

Promptly after informing Olette of his expected appearance at the party, she'd insisted on coming over to help him get ready. The first thing she did was make him ditch the glasses, and then added just a smudge of eyeliner to really make his eyes pop out. The hat was, predictably, discarded as well. Roxas ran a hand through his spiky blonde locks and smiled. He had missed this hair, he liked having it away from his face.

The blonde looked down at his clothes. Olette had managed to find the box of his old clothes and forced him into it. Just a simple pair of snuggly-fit jeans and a striped tee that he covered with a small black jacket. Roxas barely even recognized himself. He looked just like how he did over a year ago.

A loud thump shook Roxas from his thoughts and he looked over to see a couple feverously making out with each other. Totally immersed in their own world, they didn't even notice Roxas who sat there with an unreadable expression on his face. Glancing away, Roxas slid past them and walked back towards the party.

Roxas wandered around through the people, keeping an eye out for one of his friends. He felt a hand grope his ass and he turned around to give a dark look to the perpetrator only to find that no one really looked all that guilty of it.

"Hey there hot stuff, wanna dance?" Roxas looked over at the male that had spoke to him, and resisted the urge to laugh. Marlxuia Raulium stood there wearing some extravagant outfit, as always. Marly was notorious for being extremely egotistical and rude. In fact, he took great pleasure in making fun of Roxas on a regular basis. Seeing the same person call him hot made Roxas snicker and look up at the other.

"Thanks. But I don't affiliate with men that look like you." Roxas sneered out cruelly. He watched as Marluxia's eyes widened to sheer amazement then they glared.

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are to even speak to me like that you filthy ingrate?!" The man practically shrieked. Roxas kept his face the same even as he saw Marluxia's hand lift like it was about to slap him.

The blonde got ready for the hit but was surprised when another hand caught Marluxia's. They both looked over to find Axel giving Marluxia a fairly stern look.

"Marly. You got rejected. Get over it. Don't cause problems or I'll ask you to leave." Marluxia tore his hand away from Axel like he'd been burned then promptly turned around and walked away. Roxas stared with his mouth slightly open at the scene that just played out. A hand touched his chin and he closed it, looking up at a grinning Axel.

"You okay? Sorry about that. Marluxia isn't known to taking rejection fairly well. Though I don't blame him. Hope you don't mind me saying, but you are pretty sexy short stuff." Roxas narrowed his eyes at the redhead and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Thanks I guess." he muttered his gratitude in a grumpy tone, making a grin slowly appear on Axel's face. Roxas felt an arm slink over his shoulder and he gazed up at the owner suspiciously.

"Do you want a drink? I think you need one." The blonde found himself with a drink in his hands not a moment later. He stared at it blankly.

"It's okay blondie, it's only eggnog. You do like eggnog right?" Roxas nodded his head at the question.

"Yeah. Of course." That brought a chuckle from the older teen.

"Anyone who likes eggnog must be great company. Come on then! Drink up!" Axel downed the remains of his own drink and Roxas followed the example. Taking one sip, Roxas thought that the taste was a bit off but Axel was now tipping the cup that was touching his lips, forcing Roxas to either drink it, or wear it. The blonde chose the former, and he soon finished the cup in no time at all.

However, it was far from the last drink Roxas would have. Following the eggnog was a green one that tasted rather fruity, a pink drink that tasted fruity, and a shot of something that tasted vaguely like tequila. It seemed like a never-ended cycle of Roxas guzzling whatever Axel handed him, and Axel always seeming to have a drink in his hand to give to the blonde.

Olette had come up to him at one point, thoroughly surprised that the person attached to his hip was the ever famous Axel Yamada. While he was in the same clique as Marluxia, Axel was by far the most popular within the school. Unlike his pink-haired friend, Axel was far more charming, but he never took real interest in anybody. He didn't go and sleep around all that much, but he had quite a few people who he would qualify as his booty calls.

To see such a man attached to her good friend made Olette a little bit more than wary, but when she saw how much fun Roxas was having, she decided to let it go.

Calling Roxas tipsy at this point would be a bit of a reach, though he was significantly nicer in this state. Upon seeing Olette come up to him, Roxas promptly grabbed her hand with an exclamation of "Lets dance!" before he dragged her towards an open spot.

The girl was almost jealous of the way Roxas was able to move his hips to the beat of the song. His baby blues was hidden by long eyelashes as he got into the rhythm and moved his body along with it. Olette saw a pair of emerald eyes staring fairly intently at Roxas. Hayne and Pence came over just in time to say goodbye to their friend with her. Roxas opened his eyes and frowned.

"Aw you guys are leaving?" he pouted.

"Yeah dude, it's almost one in the morning." Hayner said as he glanced at his watch.

"My mom will likely kill me if I stay out any later." Pence added.

"We'll see you tomorrow okay Roxas? Call me when you wake up." Olette gave Roxas as he nodded.

"I'll do that. Bye guys! Oh, and by the way." The trio turned to look at their smiling blonde.

"Thanks for getting me to come out tonight." Hayner simply waved a hand as he started walking.

"No problem." Pence replied.

"Just be careful!" Olette called as a final statement. Roxas watched them go, before another upbeat song came on. The teen immediately drank the shot that he had just picked up before he got back into dancing, his head in a perfect fuzzy state as he moved sensually on the floor. He jumped a little as a pair of hands rested themselves on his hips, but glancing up, he saw it was Axel with one of his trademark grins on his face.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked. Roxas countered the grin with a flirty smile of his own.

"You're more than welcome to." Axel twirled Roxas around to face him and brought their bodies flush against one another. Their eyes locked in silent challenge as they both moved their bodies in sync with the other. Axel's hands roamed around Roxas's hips, moving backwards to grab a firm handful of that wonderful ass.

Roxas couldn't help the gasp that passed his lips, his mind foggy of rational thought. All he heard was the loud music in his ears and the feel of Axel's body against his own. Going only with what he felt, Roxas turned himself away from Axel, only to wrap an arm around the redhead's neck and bring his backside against the older teen's midsection. His hips moved provocatively against Axel's own, and he faintly heard a groan behind him.

He changed the angle of his hips and the growl that he earned was right next to his ear. "Minx." Axel whispered huskily into his ear. Roxas leaned his head back far enough to reach Axel's ear.

"You have no idea." Axel's eyes darkened dangerously.

"Why don't you show me?" The redhead dared. Roxas used the arm around Axel's neck to keep the both of them close together as he turned back around once more. He wrapped his other arm lightly around Axel's neck as well.

"Think you can handle it?" The grip of the hands that were on his hips tightened.

"Is that an offer?"

"Can you take it if it was?" Roxas shot back. Their eyes never once leaving each other, Axel used one hand to tilt Roxas's head upwards toward him.

"I'll do more than take it." With that, he roughly pushed his lips against Roxas's. The blonde's eyes immediately closed as he opened his mouth to a prodding tongue. The slippery appendage dived deep into Roxas's warm cavern, tangling itself with Roxas's own appendage. They kissed for only a moment before Axel broke it, staring down at Roxas, slightly breathless.

A glint in the younger one's eyes had Axel in motion, he grabbed Roxas's hand and began to pull him through the thinning crowd. A few people yelled at them, but both were in a whole different world as they reached the stairs and Axel practically dragged Roxas up them. As they reached the top, Axel's mouth was on Roxas's again and the two were stumbling down the hall, followed by a fumbling of a doorknob as Axel pulled Roxas into what he imagined would be the older teen's room.

Shirts were discarded as quickly as possible, their lips barely coming apart as they undressed. Hands fumbled with belt buckles and feet tripped over loosened jeans as the two made their wobbly way through the room.

Roxas was pushed onto a bed, clad in just his boxers that Axel was now removing as he bit and licked at the blonde's neck, drawing gasps from kissed-bruised lips. Once the thin layer of fabric was discarded, Axel began to trail sloppy kisses down Roxas's chest, nipping at certain places.

"H-hurry it up." Roxas panted out, receiving a deep chuckle he felt against his stomach. Axel pulled away and leaned over to his nightstand, fumbling in the top drawer for a moment before he pulled out a bottom of lube. Roxas turned his head away as he saw the redhead pop open the bottle.

The next thing Roxas felt was the other's hand grope around his backside, fingers delving into his crack to rub at his entrance before a finger was pushed into him. Gasping at the uncomfortable feeling, Roxas started squirming as a second finger immediately joined the other one. Axel captured his mouth in another passionate, albeit clumsy kiss as he crooked his fingers and pushed them deeper inside the blonde. He twisted them a certain way and Roxas let out a loud moan. Smirking to himself, Axel slipped a third finger inside, easily distracted Roxas from the pain by pushing against the boy's prostate once again.

The blonde felt shocks and shocks of pleasure run through his entire body as Axel continued to rub his prostate with his fingers, his own hips pushing against them wantonly. He let out a groan of displeasure as the fingers were suddenly removed, only to be replaced with a much thicker appendage.

Bringing his eyes up to look at the redhead, Roxas brought Axel's head down into a kiss as the older boy pushed inside of him. Breaking the kiss, Roxas grunted from the pain that arose. Axel didn't stop until he was seated fully inside him and Roxas let out a shaky breath. He tried to relax his muscles but the deep penetration made him feel so unbelievably stretched. Knowing it was supposed to get better, Roxas nodded his head and Axel slowly pulled out, only to thrust back in.

Letting out a yelp at the pain, Roxas gripped the sheets tightly as Axel began to pick up the speed of his thrusts.

He changed the angle until he drew out a moan from Roxas. Noting the location, Axel began to hit that spot every time, roughly pushing himself into Roxas again and again. Moan after moan, Roxas felt his release getting closer and closer until he finally felt himself coming undone.

"G-gonna…" Roxas managed through his pants. Axel only nodded in agreement as he increased his pace, his hand wrapping around Roxas's leaking erection. The small contact was the only thing the blonde needed to scream out Axel's name and reach climax, his passage walls constricting around the redhead, bringing Axel into his own completion. He filled Roxas with his seed, falling on top of him afterwards, panting heavily.

Roxas allowed this as he got his breath, but afterwards he began to squirm in discomfort. He groaned as Axel pulled out of him, barely noticing as the older boy grabbed his shirt and wiped Roxas clean. He threw the shirt across the room before lying down beside Roxas and wrapping his arms around him to bring the blonde to his chest. Roxas sighed in satisfaction, cuddling closer to him as Axel pulled the blankets over their still naked bodies. Both highly satisfied, they fell into a sleep almost instantly.

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And this is how Roxas found himself in the present, the same redhead who took him the night before with his arms still wrapped around him. Slowly, Roxas removed Axel's arm from his body long enough to shove a pillow in as a replacement. He stood up and fell back down just as fast at the pain. Clenching his teeth, Roxas forced himself to stand and gather his clothes that littered the floor. He felt disgusting and was desperately wishing for a much needed shower.

As he finished putting on his clothes, Roxas glanced at a clock on the wall and gaped at the time. It was already eleven! His mother was going to kill him for staying out all night without calling! Sure enough, one look at his phone showed the nine missed calls from his mother, all with voicemails attached to them.

Letting himself sigh at his stupidity, Roxas quietly slipped out the door and closed it behind him. He navigated his way through the house, frowning at the mess that was left. Cups and trash covered the floors and any surfaces that was available.

Chewing on his lip, Roxas wondered if he should leave this all for Axel to clean up. A wrong step sent another wave of pain and nausea through Roxas and he growled. Axel could manage on his own. Though he did admit, he couldn't help picking up things as he went through the house towards the door. Roxas thanked his luck that his shoes were still there, and he put them on before slipping out the door and began walking home.

He couldn't believe he had gotten that drunk! And had sex with Axel on top of it all! Groaning again at the memories, Roxas tried to push it from his mind as he prepared himself for the strict lecture he was sure to get when he finally got home.