Roxas watched the dance floor, entranced by the thumping of the music and the racing neon lights. It was his first time in a nightclub and his friends had dragged him out of his house, insisting it was time to finally get used to being social. The blonde was apprehensive at first, kicking and screaming all throughout the line to the club but the bouncer, under strict instructions from his friend Olette, threw him into the deafeningly silent lobby. "Come on, guys. Let's just go back to mine, I have alcohol at home." Roxas begged, clutching onto the brunette girl's pale arm like a lifeline. "Roxas, you're not getting any help from me. You need to get out more." Olette chastised, shaking her arm free of the blonde. Roxas sighed as his two other friends; Hayner and Pence pushed him forward into the actual club.
Overwhelmed by the darkness, Roxas squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look at his surroundings. The air was clouded by a thin veil of smoke, blurring the blonde's vision even though his eyes were slowly becoming used to the dark room, lasers raced and danced through the smoke, almost as if they cut through the clouds with ease, a flash of neon blue, pink and green. But what really had caught the blonde's eye was the dance floor, where an enormous crowd gyrated and grinded themselves against each other in time to the music's beat. "So, is it that bad?!" Hayner shouted, grinning at the blonde's vacant expression. Shaking his head, Roxas' gaze never left the dance floor, intently watching the writhing mass. The group of friends had moved to one of the rare free tables, managing to nab one with four chairs. It had been difficult though, trying to get Roxas to move away from the dance floor, having to look for a table near the railing that overlooked the floor. Olette laughed at the shorter blonde's antics before walking off to the bar area, ordering for all of them, she ordered their usual; two short glasses of rum and coke and two Midori and lemonades. She wasn't too sure what Roxas would drink, knowing he hadn't really had alcohol before, so she just doubled up on her order, reasoning that she could just drink it instead.
Roxas was entranced by the dancing crowd out on the fogged floor, picking out his favourite quickly, a tall and almost lanky redhead only wearing a pair of black pants and silver chains. The blonde focused on the half naked man's seductive moves, watching as he dropped to the floor and wound his way up again, always pressed flush against another person's body. His thick mane of red hair dripped sweat as it flicked with every move of the taller man. It wasn't too long before the redhead clued into the blonde's curious stares and he threw his own scorching gaze to the blonde. Roxas was taken aback by their eyes meeting and blinked furiously, trying to break the redhead's allure. Chuckling at the blonde's reaction, the redhead began dancing again. Roxas' eyes widened as the redhead pulled one of the guys he was dancing with towards him and engaged the other in a wildly passionate kiss. The blonde couldn't tear his eyes away from the redhead, not even when the older man pulled away from the kiss to wink at the younger boy. The younger boy flicked his eyes away from the redhead, feeling dizzy from the man's intoxicating and heated gaze.
Roxas was brought out of his stupor by a cold glass pressed to his face. The blonde turned to see Olette's cheeky grin and a vibrant green drink extended to him, a similar one held in her other hand. "What's this?!" Roxas shouted over the music, though he took the drink anyways. "Midori! It's like melon!" Olette shouted back, taking a sip of her own drink. Roxas nodded as he took a sip of his, delighted by the sweet and bubbly taste of the mixed drink. Hayner and Pence rolled their eyes as they knocked back their first drink, slamming the empty glasses onto the table with a clattered clunk. "Olette, we need to get more of these!" Roxas yelled, quickly draining his glass as well, not wanting to seem immature. "Go Roxas! Let's get drunk!" Pence hooted, dancing as if someone was shooting at his feet. "Pence, you can stop that now. People are looking." Hayner murmured, glancing around at the people staring at them. "Oh, fuck them." Olette said, before returning back to the bar. Roxas stared after the girl, shock written into his angelic features, he had never heard the brunette girl swear before. The other two were however, all too used to the girl's sailor mouth.
A few rounds later, the group of four decided it was time to make their way onto the dance floor themselves. Roxas could barely walk in a straight line, he'd only had about four or five drinks and he felt on top of the world. Social anxiety forgotten, the blonde raced onto the mesmerising floor, quickly immersing himself in the thrashing crowd. Losing sight of their blonde friend, the three hurried to try to find the shorter boy but found themselves tangled in the crowd, pressed against several people inappropriately. They soon forgot about their friend as the other clubbers seduced them, grinding against the three of them. Roxas turned around, expecting to see his friends behind him, when he was grabbed around the waist. Gasping, the blonde arched back into the stranger's grip, glancing up. But as he looked up, the stranger bent over the shorter boy, covering both their faces with the thick crimson mane like hair of his.
"Hey, angel." The stranger murmured, somehow loud enough to be heard over the thumping music. Roxas was confused, had the taller man mistaken him? "I'm Roxas!" The blonde shouted, trying to clear the misunderstanding. "Cute. My name's Axel." The redhead whispered, somehow managing to bend and press his mouth to the blonde's ear. It still hadn't dawned on the younger boy that he was being hit on until the older man rolled his hips against the curve of the blonde's ass. Surprised, Roxas moaned at the rough contact, leaning against the taller man, pressing his body against him eagerly. Chuckling, Axel threw his head back, his mane like hair flipping back impressively with a soft swish. Taking in the now visible stranger, Roxas balked. He hadn't expected the redhead to be so fucking hot, clad only in a pair of skin tight leather pants, black knee length combat boots, the redhead wasn't wearing anything else except polished silver chains wrapped around his waist, arms and neck. The blonde was surprised that the tattooed and pierced older man had even bothered to look at him, he was only wearing a pair of red skinny jeans and a black singlet with his usual chequered wrist bands , nothing too impressive here.
The blonde made a small 'eep' noise as the redhead ground his hips against him once more, dropping his long legs down near the floor in a seductive move. He wasn't expecting to be molested on his first night out! "Come on, angel. Dance with me." Axel purred, luring the blonde into his body even more so. Roxas could hear his conscience scream inside his mind but silencing his cautious thoughts, the blonde writhed against the redhead, rubbing against what could only be the older man's erection. Axel moaned as the blonde ground his ass against his hardening cock, his soft groans heard only by the boy flush against his body. Roxas should have been embarrassed but whether it was from the alcohol, the lure of the dance floor or the redhead's incredible sexual aura, he felt on top of the world.
"Let's get out of here, angel." Axel murmured, running his hands along the smaller boy's arms. Nodding, Roxas pulled away from the older boy. "Okay." The blonde agreed, entranced by the redhead's lithe body calling and beckoning him. "Follow me." Axel whispered darkly before holding his hand out to the younger boy. Once again, the blonde nodded and took the extended hand, following behind the taller boy.