A/n: Second Chapter! Enjoy and sorry for the delay. BTW, anyone know a good beta? Or willing to beta? I would appreciate it very much!

Ugh… A blasting headache, forlorn, and vile tasting mouth. Yup. I had defiantly either been drunk, or still was. Hopefully I wasn't in a random apartment like last time… Ouch! I wanted to scream when another wave of pain and haze flitted over my upper half, fortunately I kept the outcry to myself. Okay- so this was defiantly the hangover process. I even know vaguely remember getting wasted with Sora and our best friend, and roommate, Riku. Although… Sora wasn't much of a drinker. I felt a strange case of vertigo… almost as if I were moving up stairs odd, but it was prolly just the effects of having a hangover, and I knew better than to open my eyes if I didn't want a blinding mess. Woah… weird door slamming sound. I landed on something soft… Okay. Damn, I was defiantly not in the bar anymore. Perhaps Sora took me home? Time to assess if I didn't want to be raped though.

First order of business. What time was it? It had been 7 or so when we, Sora, Riku, and I, headed to "Les Murs", a fruitcake bar on in the far side of downtown. Yes I was fruity. It was completely dark behind my eyelids, so I supposed it was still nighttime. Hmm… probably as far as I was going to get with time.

Now… WHERE WAS I? I surely wasn't on cold bathroom tile at the car, or a cement sidewalk from where Sora just decided to sleep on a bench… I wasn't even in my crappy bunk bed at home. This bed was much too soft, almost tauntingly so. There were actual sheets, delicate ones at that! Oh…My…. GOD! THERE WAS A PILLOW! The pillow had to have been made from a baby's ass or something!

Amidst my reverie I didn't notice that a shuffling had been occurring around me. The only reason I noticed that another person was in the room was because gloved palms-but unsheltered digits, were tugging my hoodie and tattered shirt away from my body. WOAH!

Maybe if I stayed still? Or perhaps it was a homeless man? But in a nice house? Whatever it was, I would be playing opossum.

Shit. It was getting cold in wherever I was! And that's when I heard it. A deep masculine groan that would have made me cum if me and this other man would have been screwing. I felt my thigh twitch as a result of me restraining the natural reaction to look around.

All of a sudden I felt the hand reach above my right shoulder and another right under my left armpit. A sense of impending doom came over me. Plus, I was shirtless. Who wanted to go through the apocalypse shirtless?

What I didn't expect were two chapped and rough lips to softly press to mine. I found myself liking the way that they felt, even though they weren't perfect, it reminded me of a grapefruit almost, with its little crevices and flimsy white pieces. This grapefruit tasted so much better though. This grapefruit smelt like cigarettes, coffee and firewood. I imagine that the grapefruit would taste the same way.

I finally allowed my eyes the peace to open, and when I did I saw… leaves? What the hell? Oh… no. The man's eyes were beautiful. A piercing green that shone with strength. A spiky chunk of something the color of… dear god, a grapefruit, invaded my peripheral vision. My mind was on overload and I didn't think I could stay put if he didn't stop biting my lower lip.

Then the inevitable happened. I felt my mouth opening before I registered what was happening. The man took that as his cue and daringly entered my mouth.

'NO!' I shouted in my mind, but it was too late.

I had just puked into this stranger's mouth.

Ew…

The man scrambled away in haste, giving me a doe eyed look. I sat up straight, trying to communicate, but instead he pointed to a door on the other side of the room.

Okay? What the hell?

I stood vertically and decided to go discover what he was pointing at. I could feel the awkwardness radiating as he just stared at me from the other side of the room. Right before I entered the ominous white door the man turned around and started washing out his mouth at an in room bar sink. To the right of him, I noticed that is was in fact nighttime, plausible by just looking out the sliding glass door connecting us to the outside world.

I took in the room. Fluffy black carpet, grey walls, rouge bed set, a glass mini bar in one corner… everything seemed perfect. Completely surrounding the wall his bed was up against were books. Plenty of books on polished cases that only ended when the two opposing glass nightstands came into play. On the wall opposite the mini bar and outside door was an out of place lime green desk, housing an (of course) blood colored laptop and more books. To the right of the neon desk was another white door. Nothing seemed messy in this room. Even the numerous glass cases on the wall opposite the bed, holding various weapons and flaming objects fit into the dark room. The white door in front of me even seemed to hold a place in the modern abode.

I tried opening the door, but upon noticing that it was locked, undid the nob. The room the white door was shielding from me was a bathroom, and from what I could tell that crimsonde (like blonde, but Crimson-de) had quite the amount of dollars on his hands. Half the room was done in a vibrant blue-grey tone. The other half was obviously scarlet. I stepped to the sink wondering what the crimsonde wanted me to do!

'Might as well take the easy way.'

I turned the water on cold and stuck my head in the sink, and under the water. I let the vile tasting chunks wash out of my mouth, so as not to be bothered with clawing the chunks out. Once I finished, I wiped my hand on my lips, making sure to catch even the last drop of water.

'Oh shit. What do I do now?'

I figured it would be best to go out and greet the man who I just puked on.

The man was lying down upon his bed humming to himself. He didn't see me cross the room and my sneakered feet were silent upon the black carpet floor.

"Um… Sorry for puking on you. Do you know why I'm here or where I am?" Well that couldn't have been more awkward.

The man looked at me with this pained and contemplative face. "Yea, whatever. I'll forget it now for the both of us. I'm Axel by the way. You're in the Nobodies mansion."

My eyes widened at this newly acquired fact. THE NOBODIES MANSION? First off, I was on the entire other freaking side of town! Second off, everyone knew what happened here… It's a surprise my clothes hadn't been torn off yet. I suddenly felt self conscious and had the heaving desire to escape.

My voice asked laced with worry, "What the hell were you planning to do with me then? Just fuck me and use me only to through me out again? Let me go!"

"I wasn't planning to rape you Roxas, I was saving you from the guys downstairs who would," was his calm reaction.

Of course… there were obviously other guys in the castle, so maybe he was trying to get me all by myself? At least it would be better than a 'gangbang'.

"How do you know my name?"

"Your brother told me."

My brother! Someone I knew! Was Riku here too? I needed to find them! Maybe they would know why I woke up hungover at the most vicious and cruel gang house in all of Hollow Bastian… or in their case Radiant Garden.

"Take me to him! NOW!"

Begrudgingly Axel stood up, muttering something along the lines of fine. On some extent, I was glad I puked… for me it meant that I wouldn't be hazy or in pain anymore. Axel moved to the doors.

"You're doing this to yourself."

Oh, how right he had been.

I shouldn't have been pushy. Axel's room had been JUST fine, but nooo, I had to see my stupid brother. Two men had already been traipsing up a narrow set of stairs and into the plain white hallway housing the rooms, when Axel set me free. I should have been wary of the man with the eye patch and the odd light haired bluenette, but again, nooo.

Instead I near ambushed them in a copious haste to remove myself from Axel. The man with the eye patch welcomed me with open arms, pulling me close to him. He whispered.

"Hiya cutie. So, do you take it doggie style or are you more a face to face kind of guy?"

'WHAT?' I thought. I didn't even know these guys! Slowly I backed away from the scarred man, huddling myself closer to the crimsonde's familiar stature. I pleaded with my eyes, asking him to take me to the safe confines of his room, where he hadn't, unlike eye patch, tried to molest me.

Grass eyes said different.

Very suddenly I was being dragged (forcibly) by X-Face bluenette and eye patch down some stairs and into a grand hall. I couldn't even take in my surroundings as I was moved towards and open room. I staggered as they pushed me into what looked like a white living room, bathed in the evanescent glow of a fire place. Luckily I saw a familiar spiky brunette in the living room. Unfortunately there were about 4 other people in the room and the spiky haired brunette was sucking face with a… was that a Mohawk or a Mullet?... he was sucking face with a Mulhawked boy.

He had warmed up fast hadn't he?

"SORA!" I screamed in exasperation. He would do anything with a penis!

At this my twin pulled apart from his handy neck job and waved, only for a split second caring that I was freaked out before going back to a massively forming hickey. JUST HOW DRUNK WAS MY BROTHER?

X-face lead me to sit down on the plush cream couch directly opposite the fire. He sat on my left, while a blonde fellow situated himself on my right.

"Don't worry we won't hurt you!" So Mr. Blonde Fellow was a Brit eh?

"Of course we won't…" Morosely, when X-face said it, he wasn't so believable.

Pinkair (Pink-hair, Pinkair) supplied, "I'm Marluxia, that's Luxord, and that's Saix. The emo boy over there watching silvette is Zexion. That's Demyx and he's Xigbar. The rest don't… participate in the activities we sometimes do. We welcomed you cause you were sloshing drunk."

I noticed a purple/silver/blue haired boy reading quietly by a passed out Riku. Okay, so Riku is here as well. That still doesn't mean I would trust them. I heard more feet cross behind me on the obsidian slate tile, my guess was that it was everyone's favorite crimsonde.

I asked a stupid question. "What kinds of activities?"

Even Mulhawked Demyx took the time from drooling on my look alike to stare and chuckle.

"Oh nothing," the pierced Luxord comforted. I don't know how comforting it was that he kept sliding his left hand up and down my jeaned thigh. I became very aware of the fact that I had no clothing on my upper half.

Take the fact that all these men were gay, I was supple, innocent, seventeen, and also gay, and the fact that I was very, very vulnerable… I (rightfully so) became queasy again.

"Come on guys! Leave him alone for tonight. He was already drunk off his ass… we should let him recover." Thank god for eye patch, I mean… Xigbar.

Pinkair and blonde Brit, nodded in understanding. Mulhawk hadn't even been paying attention and I don't think emo cared one bit. Behind me I heard Axel chuckle. Only creep berserker guy kept staring at me like a slice of steak… extremely juicy steak smothered in sauce.

Woah. Creeper.

I wasn't sure who it was, but two pairs of hands were suddenly around my shoulders and leading me back into the foyer. I was only allowed a split second to take in the marble white floor, expensive looking chandelier, perfected statues, and grand stair case, before I was swept up said stair case and taken to one of five narrow staircases.

"The center one is for, Xemnas, our superior. The stairs that is."

I finally was allowed to see me captors. Marluxia, the pinkair, was the one who had said that, was on my right. Were they psychic as well as criminals?

"Yea, and then the center left stairs are me, Marly, Axel, Zexion, Xiggy, and Demyx's quarters. The center right are for Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, and Saix's rooms. The far left and right are mostly empty 'cept for a few guest rooms, or various weapon or laboratories and such. A few practice rooms and what not." The so far seemingly nice Xigbar told me.

"Larxene sleeps in the far right. She said she wanted her own room since she's the only woman and all. Well, that and Xion sleeps there too… but no one is sure what it is."

I didn't know what to say so why not let them just keep talking.

"Yea. And so you know, we don't mean you any harm. Mostly just joking and stuff… unless you want more," suggested Marluxia.

"Yes, we're all for that," added Xigbar.

"There should be extra pajama's and such in the dresser drawers," informed pinkair.

"And there's a mini fridge for hunger in there, and a bathroom, conveniently marked bathroom, down the hall," continued Xigbar.

Did they have this rehearsed? I only caught the tail end of eye patch muttering something about 'getting lost in the place and thank god for door tags.'

"Oh, shut up, Xig. We're wasting losing time," teased Marluxia.

Finally I had a question. "Will I be allowed to leave tomorrow? When everyone is sober?" At least I hoped they would be.

"Well…. Sure," Marluxia and Xigbar both drawled, looking at each other, "If you want to."

Okay. Creep telepaths. Our group came to a swirling stop in front of another plain door. What did they mean by that? Before I had the chance to ask them though, the twosome were down the dimly lit hall the way we had came from, muttering something about Luxord, and strip poker, and losing.

Weirdos.