Stockholm Syndrome

Summary: It didn't take long for the blond to go limp and then Axel pulled him close before turning him around, blinking in surprise at the pretty face. He smirked. Maybe this wouldn't be so boring after all.

A/n: For Adrianne

Chapter Two

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Roxas woke. His hands were bound and tied to a headboard and there was a gag in his mouth, but he was alive and very thankful for it. He closed his eyes and prayed, hoping against hope that he would be heard and saved from this terrible mess. Footsteps approached and his mind blanked from fear. He couldn't refrain from trembling.

"I thought so," The man from last night said aloud. The boy turned away from the voice to the best of his ability, only to find himself pulled back when a hand forcibly gripped his chin. Wide blue eyes met the most beautiful emerald green that Roxas had ever seen. He'd never seen eyes like that before. "Good morning, little songbird." Roxas tried to swallow but his throat was too dry from sheer terror, too sore from the hands that had almost squeezed the life out of him. Was that what had saved him? His voice? "You won't scream if I take this off, will you?" The red-head asked, fingering the gag and making the boy's heart accelerate. Roxas shook his head and so the other male removed it. The blond took a few deep breaths out of his mouth, thankful that he could. He flinched and then stared at his captor suspiciously when he brought a glass to his lips. "Drink it." Roxas refused and the red-head became impatient. "Fine, suit yourself. You'll only live three days without water." Roxas' eyes widened.

"Why me?" He asked, his throat scratchy, making its dryness painfully obvious. He was hit with overwhelming guilt, but at the same time, was very grateful to be alive.

"Excuse me?"

"Why did I survive? Out of everyone else, why didn't you kill me!" The red-head smirked.

"What if I'm just dragging it out?"

"Why would you bother?"

"Why do you care?" He challenged. Roxas didn't answer, and the red-head smirked. "Is it because you're greedy enough to want to live when the others didn't?" He laughed cruelly. "You weren't even the best of them, were you? The baby was better than you. Sweet, pure, innocent…" The blond looked physically stricken. The older male looked amused. "You get to live while everyone else was brutally killed, don't you, Roxas?" The boy paled as he remembered his parents, not even wanting to think about what had happened to his little sister. "You're thankful that they're dead… because you aren't." Tears spilled down Roxas' cheeks.

"I hate you!" The red-head leant closer.

"Because I'm right." Roxas cried harder.

"I will get away from you and when I do-"

"Go right ahead, hate me, I won't get in your way." Green eyes narrowed dangerously, "But remember this; If you even try to escape, you're dead. If you want to live, you must do as you're told. Always."

"You can't just take over my life!"

"Your life?" The red-head looked amused. "You're an intriguing little thing… aren't you? Haven't you realized yet?" Roxas stared at the man, confusedly. "You're mine now." The blond's eyes widened. "You'll live, as long as you can serve a purpose, and then, when I want to squeeze the life from you and watch you die, I will." The red-head leant closer and Roxas visibly shook as his warm breath fanned across his lips. "Your life was over, yesterday, my little plaything."

Roxas stared at the red-head, both frozen and sick from his fear and anticipation for what would happen to him. Axel stared at his lips for a long moment, smirking as they trembled, before tasting them. Roxas nearly died from shock, but didn't move, terrified beyond comprehension and when Axel pulled back, there was disgust in those beautiful blue eyes. Axel liked the expression, wryly wondering how long it would take before it'd morph into something much more meaningful, like desire. The red-head's hands snaked under Roxas' shirt and the boy tensed.

"W-what the hell do you think you're doing!"

"I want to see you."

"You're sick." Again, Axel was amused. This time, by the boy's anger.

"No, I'm just entertaining myself," he mused, pulling out a concealed dagger. His smirk returned when he saw Roxas' chest begin to rise and fall rapidly. The boy struggled against his bindings until the knife pressed to his throat, before travelling to his shoulder. Wide blue eyes followed its every movement and he gasped as his shirt was cut along the sleeve, exposing his shoulder before it continued, doing the same all the way down the hem, cutting it along the side, and Axel pulled it away with a gentle tug. Green eyes travelled down the blond's tanned and defined abdomen, drinking in every detail. "What a pretty little thing you are," he whispered. Roxas' disgusted look returned and he shrank away from the darkly beautiful man.

"Stay away!" Axel laughed.

"If that's what you want, then stop me." Pale hands grasped the blond's chest and the boy bucked and kicked under him, but he couldn't fight him off.

"Get off!" His voice cracked and he sounded panicked. Axel smirked, and doing just the opposite, he ran his fingers through the blond's soft hair. The boy trembled as those nimble fingers travelled down his cheek before pausing.

"And what will you do if I don't? Will you scream?" His gaze travelled to the gag he'd removed earlier and he smiled amusedly. "I can always gag you again. Or will you beg for me to stop?" Roxas shrank back, scoffing up at the red-head. "A dirty look. I'm so scared." Axel leant down further. "You'll have to try harder than that." Roxas glanced away. He knew he couldn't do a thing to stop the man and so he remained silent for a long time as the bastard smirked at him.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Roxas informed the red-head.

"So?" The blond closed his eyes.

"So, if you won't let me, I'll go in your bed." Axel smirked, cutting the tie that'd been attaching the blond to his bed, but he didn't untie his hands.

"Let's go then."

"Let's?" Axel's smirk widened.

"Do you really think I'm letting you out of my sight?" Roxas blushed as what the red-head was saying registered in his mind, but he didn't argue because he desperately needed to go to the bathroom.

"I-I need my hands…"

"No, you don't." The blond gasped as Axel forced him to his feet, firmly grasping his arm and making him walk even as he stumbled. Roxas' ruined shirt fell from him, dangling down and hitting the back of his knees as he walked, only attached at his wrist because the sleeve hadn't been cut. The red-head opened the door, lifting the lid when they got to the toilet.

"H-how do you expect me to go?" Roxas blushed as hands travelled to his waistline, swiftly jerking down his pajama pants and boxers.

"Sitting down might help," he whispered next to the blond's ear. Roxas blushed a shade or two darker and hesitated for a few moments before following the suggestion. He didn't want to wait too long and find out what the consequences would be the hard way. The red-head watched him the entire time, seemingly interestedly.

"I-I can't go if someone's watching me…"

"Get over it or I'll decide when you can use the bathroom." Roxas blushed even more darkly and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the man. Eventually, he was able to feel less tense and after a lot of effort, managed to go. He nearly forgot about the red-head, until he spoke, startling the blond. "Well, well, I'm impressed," he commented, sarcasm evident in his voice. Footsteps approached and the blond stiffened. He stared up at the red-head. "Are you done?" Roxas nodded and Axel pulled him up and drug him along.

"M-my clothes-" the blond began to stutter as they slipped off and were left behind.

"You don't need them."

"What the hell do you mean I don't need them! You can't expect me to go around naked!" Axel snorted.

"Yes I can."

"No you can't!" Axel shoved the blond forward, making him fall onto the bed, face forward.

"Yes, I can." Roxas trembled as a hand cupped his exposed bottom as if to put emphasis on what he'd said. He couldn't do anything about it… He couldn't even support himself with his hands bound. "I can do whatever I want."

-TBC-

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