Title: Suitor

Author: AkaiitE

Chapter: 1/?

Genre: Humor, Romance, Smut

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: AkuRoku 3

Summary: Axel stands to inherit millions from his father. This is a fact he's known for a very long time. Everything was going his way. He could goof off and joke around all he wanted. He could get away with just about anything. His life was a free ride. That is, until his father conditionally cuts him off. The only way for Axel to get his free ride back is to smarten up and settle down. After two years, Axel has finally chosen a wife, but everything begins to fall apart when he meets the adopted brother of his wife-to-be.

Warning: Language, Sex

AN: Hey everyone! So hopefully I actually finish this one. I don't intend on dragging it along like I have with Abandon Instincts… but yeah. I'm working hard on this and I hope you guys like it! 3

Prologue:

Two Years Ago

"Dammit, Axel!" his father growled, sitting down in the high backed leather chair behind the large oak desk. He held his face in his palms and shook his head in disgust. Axel could see that this father's eyes were closed as if he were hoping that when he opened them he would wake up in his bed and all of this would have just been a bad dream.

Axel leaned back in the chair that was usually reserved for clients of his father during meetings (although, lately Axel had found himself sitting in this chair more often than not). He crossed his arm and slight smirk played across his lips. His eyes sparkled with amusement. This was exactly what he wanted.

It wasn't like he was one of those kids of rich bastards who craved attention all the time. Oh hell no. He'd be perfectly happy if 'Daddy' would just leave him be. As long as he still got his money out of his father. No. That wasn't it at all. He guessed that he could narrow it down to one fact. Life held no amusement for him. Playing by the rules and being a good boy all the time was boring. Besides, why should he bother? His life, his freedom, his expensive habits, were all handed to him on a silver platter with a side of bacon and orange juice. What did it matter if he got a little bit of verbal abuse every now and then? At least he got to have a bit of fun every now and then.

Then his father let out a sigh. Axel could still see that his father's face was still an unnatural shade of red and the veins in his neck were still bulging slightly. Through gritted teeth, in an attempt to appear calm, his father started talking again.

"If it's not one thing it's another. Every day I'm getting a phone call about you. People calling to tell me you skipped class to take a joy ride. People calling about posting bail for you because you were picked up drunk in a supermarket."

Axel smiled at the memory. Oh that had been a good day. It wasn't like he needed math anyways. So he'd skipped. Taken a few pretty girls along with him with the promise of a good time. They drove way to fast down a crowded interstate only get pulled over by some cop with a dounut belly and a thick mustache.

"Can I help you officer?" Axel had asked, gazing at the man over his dark sunglasses and flashing him with his infamous smirk.

"Axel it's not funny any more! This is the last straw!" His father had given up the pretense of being calm when he looked up to see his son smiling. Jumping out of his chair he pounded both of his fists on the hard wood of the desk, causing his mug of coffee to topple over and spill across the stack of papers he was supposed to be reading. Axel watched as his father clenched his jaw, but otherwise ignored the mess. Instead he grabbed a magazine that had been sitting in front of him and tossed it at his son, indicating the cover. It was a People's magazine that was splashed with red hair and green eyes, lit up with a small smile. A caption was printed over the very flattering picture of Axel stating "Caught Red Handed! Son of Congressman Xenmas found in possession of a stolen car!"

"What the hell were you thinking?" his father yelled.

"That I was sorta like Dom Toretto," Axel answered with a shrug. It wasn't like he was lying. Axel had liberated a 1969 Dodge Charger. Damn had that car been nice. It shifted so easily through the gears, and man, don't even get him started on the feeling of the wheel under his fingers. It was practically orgasmic. Just the thought of being behind the wheel of that car gave Axel a tingle down his spine and made his skin feel flushed. His father's hands balled into fists and his entire body started quivering with rage. The veins in his neck were protruding to a point that Axel was sure wasn't healthy. As he regarded his father he found himself secretly wishing that his father would drop dead right there of an aneurysm. It would mean he would get his inheritance that much sooner.

Axel's father was by no means a poor man. Even before he'd made Congress. Even before getting involved with the Organization. His father had come from a long line of wealthy politicians who had way too much money to know what to do with. As if that wasn't enough, his father had gotten involved with a man named DiZ and suddenly his father, who'd always struggled to hold his position as a prosecutor, was running for a place in Congress.

"That's it! This is ridiculous! You are 17 years old! It's time you started acting like an adult!"

"But, father, I already act like an adult," Axel replied slyly, his smirk still touching his lips.

"Being an adult is not going out and getting drunk and stealing cars!" his father snapped.

"Could have fooled me," Axel muttered.

"I'm cutting you off!" His father cut of Axel's side commentary. That sure wiped the smirk off his face.

"What?" Axel spluttered, sitting up straight in the chair, uncrossing his arms and feeling the smile fall off his face.

"You heard me. Until you smarten up and start acting like a responsible human being, you are cut off!" it was his father's turn to smile.

"I… you… you can't do that!" Axel was reeling. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Only a moment ago everything was exactly where he wanted it, now this was happening to him. When was he going to wake up from this bad dream, because surely that's what this was?

"I can and I will!" his father snapped, sitting back down in his chair smugly.

"No!"

"You will smarten up, get married, settle down, get a real job, and then we shall see." His father explained.

"I… but…"

"This is not negotiable," he answered, turning his attention away from Axel and down to the paperwork he was supposed to be filling out. "Oh and by the way, due to your unacceptable performance in school, you've been enrolled in a preparatory school. It's a boarding school. You are expected to go and attend every class. No arguments. You leave next week."

Axel's jaw dropped. His life had just crashed and while he was trying to escape the wreckage, the whole damn thing had exploded. He was flying through the air and didn't particularly want to find out where he was going to land. It was going to be painful beyond all imagining and the anticipation wasn't making it any better.

Axel sat on the roof of the tower. It was his favourite spot to sit and think. He sucked absent-mindedly on a Popsicle and watched as the sun set behind the city in the distance.

He highly doubted that this change was going to bring any good.

But who was he to complain?

He didn't really have a choice did he?

He might as well play along with his father's game. Keep his head down and his nose clean until he was named his father's heir again. He might as well not put up a fuss and go to t his stupid school his father was sending him too.

What choice did he have?