Roxas blinked his eyes open and was greeted with a serious headache and all too bright sunlight streaming through windows that he didn't recognize. He groaned, wanting to sit up but knowing that when he did his head would probably start spinning.

He turned over to lay on his back and sighed, glanced around. He was in a motel, and a dingy one at that. The curtains (which matched the comforter that he was laying underneath) had a disgusting floral pattern decorating them. The carpet looked like it had much the same pattern except with inverted colors, and the entire room smelled like sex and cigarette smoke.

The small room looked like it was divided into three sections; when you first opened the door, you were greeted with two beds separated by and end table and a closet on the far side of the room. Moving through that, you entered into a room that was furnished with a round table, four chairs, a couch, and a television set. Then, lastly, was a small kitchen area that led into the full bathroom. All of it with that same ugly floral pattern decorating nearly everything.

The blonde groaned and buried his face in the pillow to his right, shut his eyes tight, drawing his knees up to his chest. He felt like he was going to be sick. Judging by the fact that there was daylight streaming in through the windows, he guessed that he had been with that redheaded creep for at least twelve hours. So his family must have noticed him missing by now.

"Hey, kid." Ah, speak of the devil. Roxas frowned and stayed unmoving, trying keep his breathing even. With any luck he would be able to convince this guy that he was asleep and escape through the window or something.

However, just as the perfect plan was beginning to hatch in his mind, he felt an extra weight added to his bed and a firm (almost painful) hand on his shoulder. "Hey, kid, I know you're awake, so unless you want your ass to hurt as much as your head does, I suggest you look at me."

Slowly, reluctantly, Roxas turned his head to face his captor and opened his eyes. "What do you want?"

Axel smiled at sat up, crossing his arms. "Now, is that anyway to say good morning?"

Roxas just glared at him, not responding. After a moment or two of silence between them, Axel shrugged and got off the bed. He walked around to his bed on the right, which faced Roxas, and sat down. "I just wanted to let you know that before you come up with anything crazy, trying to escape would be completely useless."

"And why is that?" The blonde sneered, sitting up slowly as to prevent his head from taking some sort of roller coaster ride. "Are you going to try to fill my head with some shit about my family not wanting me anymore or something like that?"

Axel shook his head, shrugging. "No, I wasn't planning on it. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure they've noticed you missing by now, and are probably pretty freaked out. They might've even called the cops." He grinned. "No, escape would be useless because right now, we're about…eh, I'd say a good five hundred miles away from your house."

Roxas looked at Axel and blinked. He had to admit; he had thought that something like this would happen. Axel wasn't a complete idiot, and he definitely wouldn't be stupid enough to keep Roxas local. The last road sign he remembered seeing was one for 'You are now exiting California…' and after that he didn't remember much, given that he had passed out. Or, more likely, been knocked out.

"What state are we in?" He muttered, his voice hoarse.

Axel chuckled. "Why on Earth would I tell you that? So you can form an escape plan and/or call the cops? No way, kid. All you need to know is that we are far, far away from home. I've taken you somewhere where no one will think to look."

Roxas snorted. "Please. Before you know it, there'll be cops on your ass so fast that you won't be able to run fast enough. I'll be back at home by dinner time." He gave Axel the most smug, proud look he could muster. However, it didn't do anything to affect the redhead.

"Then how come you're still here?" He asked, grinning. "I'll make you a bet, Roxas. I'll keep you here, and if your family doesn't--"

He was cut of as some annoying jingle began emitting from his phone. Glancing down, he grabbed it out of his pocket and check the caller ID. "Will you excuse me for a moment?" He asked politely, standing up. "I have to take this. Don't try anything stupid."

He flipped the phone open and walked into the pseudo living room, Roxas's eyes following him the entire way. How dare that lowlife accuse his parents of not caring about him! Roxas drew his knees up to his chest once more, glaring daggers at the older man's back. Either he was going to escape or Axel was going to have to die, but one way or the other, he would break free.

His brooding was quickly interrupted, however, when Axel stopped his mid-conversation pacing and froze next to the couch. "What did you just say to me?"

There was a pause, and Roxas swallowed loudly. That reaction definitely wasn't a good one, and despite how much the blonde hated to admit it, he was deathly afraid of the redhead.

"No, no, no. It doesn't work that way, Reno. I did the only difficult part! All you guys had to do was call up the parents, give them the figures, and meet me here. You don't just decide that you don't want to." Another pause. Axel's free hand had begun clenching and unclenching, and Roxas tried to calmly weigh the odds of his captor's anger being taken out on him. The numbers weren't in his favor.

"Fuck you, asshole!" Axel yelled in the phone, and Roxas cringed away from him. "Fuck you, and fuck Hayner, and fuck Pence! You can all go to Hell for all I care. But you know what, when and if the police even get their hands on my ass, don't think I'm not rolling over on you assholes. If I'm going down, you're going down with me."

With that he slammed the phone shut, and Roxas saw him bury his face in his hands. He was breathing heavily, his posture just screamed pissed off, and his was clutching his phone so tightly in one hand that his knuckles were white.

Roxas wanted to do several things at once. He wanted to beg Axel not to hurt him, he wanted to run away, he wanted to disappear. Of those three, he could only see one that might have a potentially positive outcome. Slowly, he crawled out of bed (and noticed that he was wearing only his boxers. How that happened, he was unsure) and walked over to the small threshold separating the bedroom with the living room.

"Please…" He murmured softly, not even daring to look at Axel. He heard the redhead turn around at the sound of his voice, but otherwise made no move. "Please, whatever this is…"

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself to finish his sentence, but the air was knocked out of him almost immediately when he was shoved back against a wall. Axel was pinning him against it, and the blonde had to be a good six inches off the ground.

"You know something, kid?" He growled low in Roxas's ear. "If it wasn't for you and your filthy rich family, I wouldn't even be in this mess."

Roxas opened his mouth to say something, but ended up just gasping for air. For some reason, this clearly upset Axel. Before the blonde really had a chance to register what was going on, his boxers had been torn roughly from his hips and a searing pain in his ass became known immediately.

He cried out, which earned him a rough bite on the neck from Axel (he was sure that it had drawn blood). Instead, he took to whimpering as the kidnapper's huge cock was thrust inside of him repeatedly, his most personal space violated.

Axel's fingernails raked down his chest, leaving large, red welts in their wake. His teeth played with Roxas's neck excessively, and hardly in a pleasurable way. By the time the redhead released inside of his victim with a satisfied sight, Roxas was bleeding from at least three different places and a cornucopia of bruises and scratches decorated his body.

"Let this serve as a lesson to you, Roxas." Axel hissed in his ear after he had pulled out of Roxas and tucked himself back into his pants. "You won't beg, unless I tell you to. And you will under no circumstances involve yourself in what I'm doing. Got it memorized?"

The blonde barely registered that Axel had been talking to him, least of all heard what he had said. He didn't realize that he was crying until he moved to cover his face with his hands and felt the salty tears sliding down his cheeks. He was gasping for breath, his sticky with blood and the other's sweat.

Upon not receiving a response, the back of Axel's hand came down across Roxas's cheek with a loud crack, and Roxas cried out. "Answer me!"

"Yes, I've got in memorized!" Roxas yelled, sinking down against the wall, sobbing and bleeding and wishing he could either kill Axel or kill himself. His shoulders slumped over as the tears fell from his eyes onto his knees, and across the room he could see the strips of fabric that, once upon a time, had been his underwear.

Axel chuckled and knelt down, slid a finger underneath his captive's chin, and titled his face up to look at him. "Good boy." He murmured, placed a gentle kiss on Roxas's forehead. "Now do what I tell you, and maybe I'll be a little more inclined to be nice to you. Okay?"

Roxas closed his eyes and slowly tried to gain control of his breathing, his sobs quieting until his tears began to fall silently from his eyes. He nodded slowly, refusing to meet the other's emerald gaze. "Okay."

Axel stood up and walked back into the living room, leaving Roxas on the floor of the motel room. Not long afterwards, the blonde heard the sound of the evening news flowing through the small apartment. He listened to Katie Couric's voice tell him how the economy was getting better and worse at the same time, how a few people died in the Middle East today. He heard Axel get up and go to the bathroom at one point during the show.

After a while, he worked up the strength to slowly crawl back over to his bed, stand up, and climb under the sheets. He turned his back to Axel and the living room, buried his face in one of the odiferous pillows, and cried as quietly as he could manage. From that point on and until he fell asleep, only one thought was constant in his mind; he had to escape.


A/N: Okay. So...there's a little bit of rape in this chapter. ^^; Erm...yeah. It might not be very good, but it's going to get better. (coughcoughHINTHINTcoughcough). I'm probably going to be turning out chapters for this pretty quickly, because this story has been plaguing my mind for a few MONTHS. xD And I PROMISE there will be shonen ai coming. It might take a few chapters, but it wouldn't be real AkuRoku without fluff. ^^ R&R, please!!!

~Sara