Disclaimer: Nope, not yet… Though I will let everyone know in a world-wide announcement if Kingdom Hearts ever does belong to me. But so far, it still belongs to Square Enix/Disney… Le sigh
Warnings: Yaoi. Guy love. Just an 'fyi' for everyone, this chapter may get a little graphic to some people. As I've stated twice already, it's rated M for a reason. Sexual situations, foul language, etc., etc. You all don't need to be told that, do you?
Deep breath, push back, let out a moan, repeat. Play the bitch. If that's how he fucking wants it, play the goddamn bitch.
Back arched, Axel scraped his finger nails down the wooden headboard, emerald eyes glittering fiercely back at the man behind him. His breath came out in ragged gasps in between his moans, gasping for air as the man who's name the red-head didn't even know pound into him. It wasn't the best fuck that he had ever had, but it definitely wasn't the worst, either. He was too rough and too pompous, too full of himself to realize what exactly he was doing.
The bastard behind him reached forward and grabbed a fist full of Axel's red hair, yanking back and making the red head underneath him yelp slightly. The movement caused unwanted memories to flood into Axel's mind, but he pushed it aside, instead responding to the mans straightforwardness by pushing his pelvis back, matching the mans animalistic pace.
"Ah, you like that, do you, whore?" Emerald eyes glittered back angrily, choosing, for once, to ignore the comment. Axel hated when people called him a whore. They didn't have any right to, and it wasn't his choice of life-style anyway. If this son of a bitch had a problem with him being a 'whore', then why did he even hire him? The red head responded with a low moan and the other man groaned, releasing himself within the younger male beneath him.
Axel had never liked being a 'whore', had never liked being a host in the club portion downstairs, but he couldn't risk doing anything else. The only thing that he knew how to do was flirt and fuck, and he didn't think that if he got some job at some fast-food restaurant that they would like him flirting with the customers. He was a sly, clever bastard that didn't have a problem doing whatever it took to get to the top, to survive, and everyone else around him knew that as well.
He also never liked playing 'sub', but he never complained. After all, it wasn't his right to complain, and if Xemnas knew, than he'd be hurting later on for sure.
Making sure that he got his full payment, Axel got dressed and left the guy that bought him to do whatever, heading out the door to the 'guest-room', or, in Axel's famous case, the 'fuck-rooms'. Trying not to limp too much he stuck the wad of money into his pocket, wondering idly where Demyx was. The red head knew that his blonde friend had gone out today, because he wasn't working host, but wondered if he was working the night-shift tonight.
With a soft sigh the red head stepped carefully over to the staircase, limping down the stairs but trying to move as normally as possible as to not attract attention. Inhaling deeply he opened the door to the lobby, immidiately being swamped by the voices of people that crowded the lobby.
Glancing up, Axel immidiately spotted Zexion in the sitting area, talking smoothly with two girls that were fawning over him. The lavender haired teen looked up briefly and merely nodded an acknowledgement before turning his attention back to his clients. Ignoring the other hosts that were currently occupied, Axel made his way over to the bar, plopping down on a side stool and wincing slightly as the pain down lower flared up.
"Rough day already, huh?" Emerald eyes glanced up, meeting with gold eyes - er, eye. The man behind the bar gazed down at him passively with his good eye, his other covered by a black eye-patch. He was cleaning the counter with a semi-dirty rag, long black hair streaked with grey pulled back into a low pony tail to be kept out of his way. Despite the grey in his hair, Axel knew that the bartender wasn't nearly as old as he looked.
"You could say that. Wanna get me a beer, Xiggy?" The bartender, Xigbar, scoffed lightly before tossing his rag into the sink behind him. He smirked.
"Got a valid form of ID?" Axel merely glared up at the older man, propping his elbows up on the counter as he rested his chin on his hands.
"Hardy-har-har, Xig. Just give me my damned beer and then get back to cleaning your counter." Xigbar shook his head but relented, reaching under the counter and opening one of the many small fridge that were down there. As the older man was doing this, the red head reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, pulling a stick from the box and then placing it between his lips. Slender fingers pulled a lighter from his other pocket, flipping the old red lighter open and lighting the white stick before he inhaled deeply.
Xigbar stood up again with Axel's beer in hand, waiting a moment before opening the bottle with his belt buckle. It was a trick that all of them knew now, but Axel idly wondered if Xigbar only learned it because Demyx thought it was cool. The said man placed the beer down on the counter and the red head nodded appreciatively before picking it up and taking a swig of it.
A few minutes of silence passed and Axel switched from inhaling his cigarette to sipping his beer every now and then, staring off into space as his mind began to think of places he'd rather be right now than at Nobody's Game. The club itself was rather large with three floors. The first floor was dedicated for the clients and hosts, who all worked and lived in the club. It consisted of the foyer, where all the host's photos hung, then a raised level that served as both bar, lounge area, and dance floor. The second floor was a balcony that over-hung the first, as well as the guest rooms for the clients, and then there was the third floor that was merely separate rooms for the hosts.
"You should stop that habit while you're still young, you know..." Axel glanced up briefly at hearing Xigbar's voice and rolled his eyes. Within another minute the cigarette was finished and he snubbed it out in the ash tray, then turning his attention back to his beer he watched Xigbar clean the counter again with a different rag.
"If I'm not mistaken, you had problems with 'that habit' too, before Demyx made you stop because he didn't like it." With the mention of the younger blonde Xigbar chuckled softly and shook his head, his hair swaying lightly down his back.
"Any time he saw me doing it he'd throw a fit and claim that I didn't care about him anymore, because he made me promise that I'd quit. That was one hell of a promise, too..." The older man began to grumble lightly under his breath which made the red head laugh softly. Demyx had a knack of getting pretty much anyone to do anything, whether from his plain ignorance or from his child-like demeanor, no one would ever know, but it was something that made Demyx... Demyx.
After Axel had brought his dirty-blonde haired friend off the streets and into Nobody's Game, he and Xigbar had formed something of a special relationship. The red head never even tried to understand why the two of them had been drawn together, but Axel had no quirks with the gun-obsessed bartender and so didn't have anything against the two of them spending any time together. In truth, after first finding Demyx, Axel had been afraid that if he brought him into the makeshift family of Nobody's Game that he'd lose some of that innocence that he possessed, but the day that he had brought him in, Xigbar had been the one to show him the ropes. Lucky, lucky Demyx. Axel was sure that if anyone other than Xigbar, or himself, had been the ones chosen to 'train' the young blonde then he still wouldn't be holding that same ignorant innocence as he did today.
Then, as the months progressed and time went on, the relationship that the two hosts had seemed to blossom into something much more than a friendship. Though Axel didn't have anything against that, either. Despite his beliefs in relationships himself and what a waste of time they were, seeing the two people that he actually considered his friends being happy made the risky decisions of bringing Demyx into the club worth-while.
"Speaking of your favorite bundle of joy, where is he? I haven't seen him yet today..." Emerald eyes peered up at the older man, who turned back to face him from having started cleaning some mugs and glasses. Xigbar glanced away lightly before answering, trying to cover up the look by turning back to his dishes.
"Apparently Dem found a new-fish," he said softly after a moment, seeming hesitant with his words. "He told Xemnas about some kid that he found that might be good for the job of a host, or maybe even do what you're doing now, just so he can get more money that way..." For some odd reason the red head couldn't look away from his friends back and found himself once again lost in his thoughts. A 'new-fish', eh? They'd all been there once in their lives, thinking that they were coming into something great where they could finally make a life for themselves, only to realize what a fucked-up setup everything was...
Axel nodded slowly, an emotion close to pity stirring in his heart. Being the unfortunate newbie "Dem tell you anything more about the new-fish?" His voice was quiet, more quiet than what he originally intended, although if Xigbar heard then he didn't show it and merely tossed him a sideways glance.
"Apparently, from what I've heard, he's about eighteen, relatively short, blonde hair, blue eyes, and has a younger brother. I'm sure that if you asked Dem might have a picture somewhere on hand. He's relatively crazy like that..." There was a note of some happy kind of satisfaction in the bartenders voice, but Axel didn't dare bring it up. The man liked to pretend that he didn't wear his emotions on his sleeves, yet when it came to Demyx, there weren't even any sleeves to hide them.
Emerald eyes danced mischeviously as Axel looked back up to his friend, a smirk finding its way to his lips. "You said blonde hair and blue eyes? You know, Xiggy my friend, that's so my type." With a soft chuckle he took another swig of his drink, leaning back in his chair and idly watching his friend work behind the bar. After a few more minutes of content silence and an empty beer later, the red head stretched an arm above his head and tried to stifle a yawn with a hand, but failed. It seemed as though his already long morning was quickly catching up with him.
As time ebbed by and the clients came and went, the other hosts went about their own daily agendas without complaint. Throughout all of this, however, Axel remained at the bar, though didn't drink anything else. Luckily for him there had been no one else that had requested his time and so merely wasted his time in his designated seat, watching as Xigbar either cleaned the bar, made and served drinks to their many clients, or did dishes. When boredom was finally setting in and Axel was about to stand up, the front doors opened and in strode the blonde ball of energy that the two at the bar had been talking about some time before.
In the blondes' arms were two paper bags filled to the brim with assorted necessities and from what Axel could spot, cat food. Lots of cat food. The red head quirked an eyebrow at what was contained in the bags but stood none-the-less and offered to take one of the bags. With a wide grin Demyx handed him one of the bags, the one that wasn't filled with cat food and then securely wrapped both arms around the remaining bag before hopping up to the bar and leaning over it a ways to give Xigbar a kiss on the cheek. From where he stood Axel could see the blush rise to the older mans cheeks, yet for once chose to remain quiet.
Normally whenever Xigbar, or anyone else for that matter, faltered from their normal, rather stoic-like personality, the red head usually found it in him to poke and prod with usually unnecessary jokes. Though for some reason, this time, with their little show of affection, Axel found he didn't have it in him to do so.
"So yeah, um, I went out today to meet with a friend, and then on my way home, I thought to myself, 'Hey! Pizza needs food, because he's kind of running out', so I bought him some more, and then some other stuff, because when I was walking in the store, I saw them, and so I got them, too..." After hearing the energetic blonde speak Axel peered into the bag, not at all surprised by what was in the bag. A box of Twinkies, toothe-paste, Cheez-Its, and coffee beans. If it had been anyone other than Demyx, then maybe, just maybe, Axel would have some reason to worry.
"Nobody should leave you alone to do shopping, Dem. You'd probably buy the whole store out." Xigbar said sarcastically, earning a pout from the dirty-blonde. The older man laughed softly before returning to his dishes and that left Demyx to turn and lope back over to where Axel was standing, his baby blue eyes dancing.
"C'mon! We gotta get this stuff upstairs before Luxord or Marly or someone tries to come and steal my Twinkies..." That same pout-like expression looked up at Axel and the red head grinned, nodding to his younger friend.
"Alright, alright. Let's go, you. Besides, Pizza's probably getting hungry waiting for you." At the mention of the dirty-blondes cat, Demyx's eyes went wide in fear, yet before Axel could say anything to quell his worries, the said boy turned and darted past the bar, yet Axel didn't miss the small wave that he threw to the bartender before he was hurrying through the sitting area and darting up the main stairs. Axel followed at his own calm pace, careful not to agitate any sore muscles as he headed up the stairs, past the second floor and up to the third; the living quarters.
After reaching the top step the red head turned and headed down the hallway, immediately spotting the door which Demyx left open in his haste to make sure that his precious cat, Pizza, was alright. All of the rooms in the living quarters relatively looked the same and were of the same size, all but Xemnas'. Their boss and manager had a room that could easily double any of the hosts', yet none paid much attention to it. Axel's room was right next to Demyxs', which the red head was sometimes grateful for, especially after tough nights and shifts.
"Pizza! You can't climb up on the bed like that! You have to use your steps!" Axel paused briefly outside of the open doorway upon hearing Demyx's voice, emerald eyes rolling. Pizza, Demyx's fat, orange cat, was currently hanging off the blue comforter of the blonde's bed, ultimately pulling the said blanket off of the bed. Setting the bag down in the doorway the red head watched the scene in front of him, intrigued. Demyx had set down his bag in haste upon seeing Pizza halfway dragging himself down the comforter, the blonde hurrying over and picking up the overweight cat and struggling to lift him up and place him on the ground. The two year old feline merely flicked his tail and looked up at Demyx before prowling back over to the bed, this time obediantly using the 'Senior Cat Help-Steps' that Xigbar had boughten Demyx for Pizza's 'birthday' last year.
Axel shook his head pathetically and then reached down, picking up the bag once again before heading into the room. "You know," he started calmly, eyeing the fat cat as it rolled onto the bed and tried to get comfortable, "You should really put him on a diet or something. He's probably going to get diabetes or something." Demyx scoffed.
"He's a cat, Axel, he can't get diabetes!" Instead of answering, or trying to correct him, Axel merely went over to the small table in the side of the blondes room and began unloading the 'groceries', piling them all on the table for Demyx to later sort through. After crumpling the bag and tossing it into the trash can the red head turned and gazed around the room.
The dirty-blonde's room was slightly dirty with stray clothes laying all over the ground, as well as a litter box in the far corner for Pizza, and food and water dishes. The walls were painted indigo, with the normal wooden floors that were spread throughout the entire building, but the room itself seemed to reflect Demyx's personality quite well. On his bed-side table Axel noticed a few picture frames and smirked, reaching down and picking one up while Demyx himself was busy filling more food into Pizza's food dish.
The photo was of himself and Demyx, taken almost a year ago by Xigbar. The two of them were seated in the lounge area, Axel completely plastered and draping an arm over Demyx's shoulder, who was busy with a mouthful of cake. Despite the stupidity of the photo itself it was rather good, and for some reason Demyx found it good enough to frame and keep. After a thoughtful silence he set down the picture from where he got it and picked up another, rolling his eyes at seeing that it consisted of Xigbar, and only Xigbar. The picture was taken, of course, by Demyx, and was obviously a surprise-shot. Once again he replaced the photo and picked up another, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Demyx had his arms draped around two teens, the brunette teen on his left grinning with a wide, goofy grin that almost mimicked one of Demyxs', wide cerulean eyes shining happily. The teen on the right, however, was smiling in an almost shy and uncomfortable manner. His face was framed with blonde hair that stuck up slightly to one side, the same bright blue eyes as the other teen looking at the camera. Blonde hair and blue eyes, ne?
"Who's this, Dem?" He asked, loud enough for his friend to hear. The said blonde looked up from still adding food to Pizza's dish, tilting his head to the side, almost like a puppy. With a grin he stood up and bound over to where Axel was standing and took the photo from the red heads hands, holding it proudly.
"Oh! I was wondering when you were gonna ask! Okay so," he started, pointing at the picture. "So this is me! See? Yeah, but you already knew that. This one," he pointed then to the brunette standing to his left, "That's Sora, he's kinda a friend of mine, and then this is his older brother, Roxas. I met Sora through him." Demyx had pointed to the blonde and Axel found himself nodding slowly. Roxas, huh? Cute.
"I met Roxas awhile back, at Hallow Hearts. It was kinda similar to how I met you, in a way, but yeah... He's been looking for a job, and Xemnas said that he might be able to get a job here! I don't know what exactly he's gonna be doing, but he needs the money."
"So that's the New-Fish... Xig told me about him earlier." It was a statement, not a question, but Demyx nodded anyway, his grin faltering slightly. It seemed as though some kind of uneasiness had leaked into his friend's baby blue eyes. Without even asking the red head immediately knew what was troubling the younger teen and so he shook his head, deciding to change the topic. "He's cute."
Demyx laughed, a sound that Axel found that he liked, again. "Oh yeah, I know! Isn't he, though? His little brother's adorable, too." Axel nodded, smiling lightly.
"How old is he?"
"Eighteen."
"Mm... Did you tell him what he's gonna be doing yet?" Green eyes met blue and with them, a secret message. The blonde looked away then as if ashamed and shook his head.
"No, not exactly... I'm almost afraid to. I did tell him, though, that he's gonna have to work with people and that he's going to learn mostly everything once he's here, so..." As Demyx trailed off Axel shook his head almost sadly, looking at his blonde haired friend almost imploringly.
With a sigh he turned, slowly walking past his friends bed and reaching down, petting Pizza on the head gently. The cat purred loudly with satisfaction at his ministrations, and after a few seconds the red head pulled away and headed towards the door, but paused, sparing his friend a backwards glance.
"Whatever you do, Dem, don't lie to the kid. Trust me, it just makes it harder to accept." And with that said Axel turned and left the room, not catching the shocked and saddened expression on his friends face as he headed to his own room.
A/N: Everyone kneel to my DJ-Beta of amazing-ness! For it was her that forced me to sit on my computer chair until un-godly hours of the morning and forcing my poor, bleeding fingers to continue to type while playing me all of my 'motivational' music... Well, all of that was true, except for the bleeding fingers part.
And also, I have to apologize to everyone, because although I told a lot of you that it'd be a few days for me to update, it's ended up being a few months, and I have nothing to blame except for my utter laziness. And the fact that someone turned off my computer just before Chapter Two was finished and before I had the chance to save, thus deleting most of the chapter, which made me have to re-type it... Also, from the point that this chapter took me forever, I don't really like it. The first half of it was okay, but after that, I felt as though I was just dragging it on. So if anyone else feels that way, I apologize for that, and that I think that this chapter was too short. But what can I say? Not all chapters can be eleven-plus pages... .
So yes, I'd like to thank everyone that reviewed on the last chapter!! BIG APPLAUSE It means a lot to get reviews and for all of you to let me have known that you liked it, so please, PLEASE, take a while of your time to let me know how I did, once again. Reviews are like candy, except they don't stick to your teeth...
DJ-Beta: BRUSH YOUR TEETH! Oh, and can anyone tell me what ryhmes with 'Pomegranate'? Thank you!
O.o... Yeah. And that's the one that forces me to write.
DJ-Beta: You're welcome.
Anyway, please review, and everyone take care!
AkuRoku 55
P.S. - Many of the instances with Demyx are true experiences that my Beta and I have experienced together. And ALL of them were done by my Beta.
P.P.S. - This chapter was officially finished at 5:56 A.M. . Sleep time...
