First of all, let me apologize. It's been so long.

School has hit me hard and it's a little embarrassing to see how long I've been gone.

I've been thinking about this story for a while, so I figured I'd write it up and add it to my collection of unfinished stories. Summer is coming up, so I'll try to be more active.

I've made a new blog too…so if you would like to go there are harass me, I would welcome it, because I think it will keep me more active than I have been ;

Review?

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Axel stretched out in his trailer. His eyes rested on the pile of his band's newest CD's. They were stacked nicely by his guitarist who had a knack for keeping things neat, even in Axel's trailer. These CDs were for him to give out, to family and friends or hot chicks (perhaps even men) that he happened across on the tour the band was embarking on just now. Chances were, these CDs would still be there when he finished the show.

He sighed, looking over across the trailer, feeling less than excited to be on this trip. Axel was stressed, and he didn't really know why. He was 23, this was no age to feel anxiety. He was a popular singer, especially to the girls in Hollow Bastion. People were knocking down his door hoping that he would be on their talk show, which should have interested him. People wanted him, and that was a weird thing to think about.

A thin, red eyebrow arched as his phone vibrated somewhere close. He looked to the left of his chair and found it laying on his magazines, the magazines that his manager had gotten for him at the last truck stop with his face plastered all over the front. He ignored the magazines and pressed his phone.

New message!

Axel glared at the bright screen in the darkness of his trailer, feeling the car shake and rumble on the road. He clicked it again and read over the message quickly.

Hey bby I miss u.

Axel closed the phone without replying. He and the girlfriend were growing apart. This was the one thing that he looked forward to being able to get away from. The relationship problems that otherwise would haunt him if he weren't drunk the whole trip.

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The Revolutionaries were growing in their popularity. This was obviously, overall a good thing. More money came with all of this fame and Xemnas couldn't say no to what came with that.

The silver haired man grinned as he held the phone to his ear, nodding though the man on the other side couldn't see it. "Yes, yes, Richard, I'll ask Axel if he feels up to it after the tour, but who knows, ya know?" He hadn't actually heard one word that the man had said, but he knew the jist of why everyone called. Axel. The band's huge success.

He hung up and grinned at the group sitting in the room with him. These were the men responsible for the fame he'd acquired during the past year. It had taken blood and sweat, but these boys – and girl – had made it. Along with a million or more bucks in the process.

"Well, boys. The tour starts in a couple days so I need you all to get rest and get pumped for this, alright?" He said, eyeing the two standing behind Axel and Larxene.

Demyx looked back with a goofy grin, giving the numero uno a thumbs up. He didn't need to explain his excitement, the whole band could feel it radiating off of him in waves. It was hard not to.

Demyx put a hand on Axel's shoulder, used to the warmth that flowed through his arm. Before he spoke, he waved his hand over his face, trying to keep the smoke from Axel's cigarette from slipping up his nose. "I'm pumped! When are we meeting at the Concert Hall?"

"Good question. Let's all meet there at ten tomorrow morning. We can finish telling the staff where to put the decorations and lights, along with beginning the practice. Agreed?"

Axel breathed in a puff of smoke, closing his eyes as he pulled the cigarette from his lips. They would get to practice the music, which is all Axel lived for.

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Axel grasped Demyx's hand as they left their car, pulling him towards the flashy club they had stopped at.

"Axel-l-l," Demyx said in a quivering voice, "We shouldn't be out drinking…we have practice tomorrow, come on, let's go back to the hotel…"

Axel flashed his white teeth in a sneer-like smile. "Come on, baby. Let's just dance for a little bit. Relieve some tension." He pulled his bandmate after him, dressed in some of his clothes because Demyx didn't have any good clubbing clothes of his own. They looked a little long, but Demyx felt pretty badass until they got out of the car.

"But, you're going to drink. You always say you won't."

Axel just grinned back at Demyx before slipping past the bouncer and immerging into the crowd. Demyx saw a flash of red disappear over by the bar and he knew he had been right. So he went to find a seat for the night where he could stay out of the way.

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"Hey, beautiful."

Roxas, the 18 year old male from Twilight Town, looked over his shoulder. He was so tired of being hit on by random men tonight, he really just wanted to get a nice drink in his system and leave. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, baby…you want another drink?" The dark eyebrow raised suggestively.

The blonde laughed softly, nodding. "Surprise me." His blonde hair had been plastered to his forehead with sweat as he danced with another guy earlier in the evening, but it had begun to spike again.

As the man turned around, Roxas tried to slip from the bar, without the gentleman noticing, but he ran into another person. "Fuck," he said just loud enough for the man to hear, which ended up being a yell over the music.

"Hey, blondie!" The man called as he tried to leave, but his obstacle had grasped his arm.

As the man returned to the scene, Roxas looked up at the man he had run into. "You bastard." He muttered, angry that this redhead had stopped him.

"Is this man bothering you, blue eyes?" The redhead asked with a cocky grin. This man reminded Roxas of someone…but he couldn't place the name.

"Who do you think you are?" The dark-haired man demanded.

"Are you bothering this kid?" The redhead asked, his arm going around Roxas' shoulders.

"I was getting him a drink, you bastard, so back off!"

The redhead quickly pushed away the arm of the man as he reached for Roxas's arm. "This is my boyfriend, sir, so I'd appreciate it if you would leave him alone."

The blonde looked up at the redhead. His hair was…abnormal to say the least, spiking straight out the back of his head and it was bright, flaming red. Roxas knew this man…he knew it…

"You, lying bastard…" The darkhaired man replied, but he didn't offer any more resistance. He disappeared back in the crowd.

Roxas looked down at the ground, hiding a blush from his rescuer, muttering a thanks before trying to leave again, only to be held back by the redhead's grasp. "How about a drink, blue eyes?"

Roxas looked up into those bright green eyes and nodded.

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"Come on, baby, arch your back for me."

Roxas complied in his drunken stupor, moaning softly as the redhead pushed into him with a pant. His body felt like it was on fire, he was so hot with the redhead so near and so turned on. He didn't want this to stop as the man leaned over his back, skin to skin, and whispered, "God, you feel amazing, baby. Push back for me."

He blindly obeyed, pressing back with each thrust of the man's hips, a hand grasping himself and bringing himself to the end.

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