Liberated

Part III. Boys, be ambitious.

By DXMJUNKIE

XXX

The next few weeks were a blur for Roxas.

He threw his concentration into the coursework of his classes, immersing himself in artist lingo that he'd never heard of. He spent long hours painting in his the classroom studios and on Axel's roof. Axel had set up an easel on the corner that faced the Capitol Building (completely nailed down so that it wouldn't blow away) and had a couple blank canvases perched against the wall in his room. He'd purchased them without Roxas asking him too, and Roxas was blown away by how thoughtful his boyfriend was. Axel fully supported Roxas and his odd painting schedule, so they both kept random hours awake to spend time with each other.

Roxas would prop a few lights up on the roof deep into the night, and Axel would bring his Electric Violin and they would spend long hours creating music and art. Roxas loved listening to Axel sing, his deep voice made Roxas feel at ease. Axel would write music while he sat there, and it shocked Roxas how quickly Axel could write a song, music and all.

Roxas loved the feeling of just hanging out with Axel. He could go over to the man and kiss him soundly whenever it passed his fancy. Sometimes Axel would take a cigarette break and he would silently watch Roxas paint, other times Roxas was lean against the easel and close his eyes and listen to Axel play. Axel was very touchy feely, and whenever Roxas was concentrating on his painting for too long Axel would wrap his arms around his waist and kiss the back of his head and hum into his ear.

Roxas began to attend every practice session of Axel's, and even when he was buried under his work he would manage to haul his sketchbook with him so he could listen to his boyfriend play. Afterwards they would get coffee at McDonalds and head back to Axel's room. When alone they would toy with each other's hair and kiss like it was an addiction and watch the sunrise in each other's arms.

It was this easy intimacy that Roxas worshiped. Axel didn't push Roxas to have sex, despite what Larxene had told him. They had talked about it once, when Roxas had drunkenly apologized for his inexperience. Axel had told him that he didn't care how long it took Roxas to feel comfortable. Axel was fine as long as he could kiss and hug Roxas whenever he wanted. Roxas had thought this was a compromise, so he had solemnly shook hands with the man before headily making out with him.

Axel worked several nights a week, so whenever Roxas couldn't hang out with him Demyx would teach him how to play guitar.

Demyx took his guitar lessons slow, but Roxas was a quick learner when it came to music. It helped that Demyx was an excellent teacher. Dem would book soundproof studio space in the music hall for them to practice once a week. Sometimes Zexion would tag along, and while Demyx and Roxas bounced music off each as other the quiet man read thick books.

The day after Halloween, Demyx had told Roxas that he had drunkenly kissed Zexion and he was worried that the man was mad. But Zexion obviously wasn't because he was glued tighter to Demyx after that night. The science buildings where Zexion worked was close enough to the music buildings, so they would catch lunch almost everyday.

Roxas had patiently listened to Demyx tell him how much he adored Zexion, and he secretly wished his roommate would just fucking ask him out so he wouldn't keep complaining about it. Axel had told Roxas to be more patient; Demyx had been trying to get close to Zexion for more than a year. Roxas could tell that it was working by the few words Zexion had said on the subject.

Xion wasn't around much during the November and the start of December, she had taken a double-load of classes and was suffering under the workload. When she was particularly overwhelmed Roxas dragged her to the skatepark, but the weather was swiftly growing colder. Axel would bring Xion flowers (Xion was a freak for flowers, Roxas understood this wasn't a romantic gesture) and would drag her out to parties once in a while.

Roxas even began to hang out with Larxene on occasion. The more he got to know her, the more he appreciated her brutally honest comments and her insightful perspectives. She also stopped badgering him about sex, which he immensely appreciated. Larxene was the most athletic out of the group, and a few times she dragged him after class to Vilas Park so they could rent canoes and paddle on Lake Wingra. She played drums for the band, and one time Roxas had the pleasure of playing with the whole band in Axel's front yard.

His days were long and busy and full.

Roxas had spent many hours alone when he was younger; he had been much quieter than his brother and their classmates. But now he was used to hanging out with his friends every second of the day.

As December rolled around and the first snowstorms began to hit Madison, Axel had to retire the roof. Roxas had helped him tape plastic wrap around the chairs and easel, they had passionately kissed on the roof one last time (for memories sake) before finally taping off Axel's window.

But one afternoon, things changed dramatically for Roxas.

Roxas was in his dormroom, tracing a few etching for his upcoming watercolor diptych when Demyx showed up. Dem tossed a letter on his desk, he was humming to himself as he propped his Sitar case against the wall.

"There was a letter for you in our mailbox. Oh, and Zexion said that Xion was free for dinner tonight," Dem told him as he plopped onto his chair and opened his laptop. "They want to check out Fugu Asian Fusion on East Gilman Street. Axel gets off at eight, so were gonna pick him up in my car."

Roxas glanced at the letter, recognizing his father's handwriting. He blinked, ripping it open and reading the contents slowly. Demyx continued to talk in the background, but Roxas was no longer listening to him. He read the words on the page over and over, feeling as though someone had shoved a rock down his throat. He was nauseous as he read; the words stabbing into him like needles.

Roxas felt tears well up in his eyes as he blankly stared off into space. Demyx was on his computer so he didn't notice. Roxas let out an unsteady huff of air, bringing his legs up and wrapping his arms around them. Roxas finally let out a strangled noise, catching Demyx's attention.

Demyx spun around on his chair, gasping at the expression on Roxas's face.

"Rox!" Dem cried, standing up. "What's wrong?"

Roxas shook his head, trying frantically to hold back tears.

Demyx went over to him, wrapping his arms firmly around Roxas. He'd never seen his roommate like this before. Roxas wasn't answering; he continued to shake his head. Tears began to fall despite his best efforts.

Demyx saw the letter gripped tightly in Roxas's hands and back up to the silent streams of tears on his cheeks. Dem gently took the sheets of paper from his grip. Roxas let him read it aloud.

"Roxas," Demyx read,

"I'm pleased to inform you that I've decided to marry Cecile D'Lenge, and have moved to Lyon, France to live in her villa. We've already held the ceremony, so you won't have to worry about attending. Sora will be staying with Riku from now on; so don't feel obligated to come home for Christmas or any other holiday. After all, it's not like the Destiny Islands is really your home anymore.

I'm still immensely disappointed in your decision become an artist. You know that it is a foolish career choice, and I have doubts about your success. You can't live in a daydream fantasy world forever, son. I will continue to pay for your tuition and housing but other than that don't expect a dime. You will need to work hard to pave your own way in life, and will soon learn the foolish err in your choices. I look forward to hearing from you when you do."

Demyx put the letter down as if it burned him, feeling numb and apprehensive. Roxas had his face buried in his knees. His whole body was shaking. Demyx felt tears bite his own eyes as he looked down at his roommate. What a cold letter. What a cold person.

Demyx, for once in his life, had nothing to say. He was rendered speechless by the letter directed at his smart, funny, and hardworking roommate.

Dem wrapped his arms back around his friend, holding him tightly. He finally found the words, and he hoped that they would be enough.

"Roxas, it doesn't matter what he says. You aren't foolish at all, and you aren't alone. Even if he says you don't have a home to return to, we will be your home."

Demyx squeezed Roxas, who moved his arms to wrap around the musicians torso. Roxas buried his face into Dem's chest, whimpering.

Roxas felt empty at the thought that his father didn't want him at his wedding. His father and him had never been close; he'd always favored Sora. After Roxas's mother had died, Roxas had become more silent. Sora had always been the vibrant cheerful one; he'd been into sports and had a knack for business. Sora was the son his father wanted. Roxas was unwanted. Roxas wondered what Sora had to say about, if Sora knew.

Demyx fished his phone out of his pocket, "I'm going to call Axel."

Roxas nodded bleakly, dully rubbing his arm over his face clear the tears from his eyes. He didn't want his boyfriend to see him all sloppy with emotion, but he really wanted nothing more than the redhead to hold him and tell him how much he liked Roxas.

Demyx let Roxas go after a long moment before stepping out into the hall to call Axel. As soon as the door was closed, Roxas flipped his phone opened and dialed his brothers number.

After one ring the phone was disconnected and went straight to voice mail. Roxas threw the phone to his desk, opening his laptop and typing a message out to Sora. If his father had told him that he wasn't going to give him a dime, Roxas would never be able to afford the airplane ticket back home for the holiday. Roxas sent the email quickly, before trying to call Sora's cell again. It was again disconnected after one ring.

Demyx came back in the room as Roxas was shutting his laptop. Dem was still clutching his phone. Roxas curled into jittery ball, biting his lip hard to fight the second onslaught of frustrated tears.

"Listen, Axel said he's heading over here at eight. Do you want me to stay with you? I could call Zexion and Xion and tell them to cancel." Demyx said softly, worry evident in his eyes.

Roxas shook his head as he glanced at the clock. "No, go." He told Demyx in a clipped voice. Roxas reached down and picked up the letter, folding it and putting it in his pocket.

"I want to be alone for a bit." He added.

Demyx sighed and quickly ran his fingers through his Mohawk. He didn't want to leave the boy alone- but if those were his wishes. Demyx understood that Roxas wasn't the sort of person who needed to talk things out; he instead needed time to think through a situation.

But that didn't ease the feeling of apprehension that ran through the musician.

"Okay, but listen, you need me for anything, and I fucking mean anything, just call and I'll come running." Dem told him, putting his phone back into his pocket.

Roxas nodded and stood up. He reached over and for the first time initiated a hug with his roommate. Demyx was a little startled but he hugged back tightly. Roxas felt a bit better knowing his friends were there for him. He felt lucky to have Demyx for a roommate.

Demyx waved goodbye, still looking uneasy. As soon as he was gone, Roxas grabbed his coat, keys, and skateboard. He ran out the side exit of his dorm, barely noticing his surroundings. His only mindset was that he wanted to see Axel as soon as possible.

Roxas skateboarded down towards State Street, trying to keep his face impassive despite the disparaging thoughts that were crowding his mind. The sidewalks were thankfully clear despite the inch of snow on the ground.

He felt dejected about his father, and worried about his brother. Sora was the type to misunderstand things easily, and Roxas only just realized he hadn't talked his brother since he'd been to school. He had tried to call him at least twice a week, and had sent numerous emails but no response ever came back. Roxas felt awful about it, but he didn't know what do to so he had stopped trying.

Roxas flew past the Capitol Building, narrowly skidding on ice and colliding with a group of tourists who shouted at him. He went down the hill of East Washington Avenue, finally arriving at High Noon Saloon where Axel worked. Axel had gotten a job there because they had a lot of live music, and if he worked their long enough he could get the band to play. A lot of hard-core musicians often went to the live shows, and it was his best bet at getting recognized.

The bar was huge with a brick exterior. The inside was two floors high, with a set of balconies flanking either side of the stage. The bar was colored in warm auburn woods, and was lit with candelabras hanging from the ceiling.

Roxas walked inside, immediately spotting Axel bartending. It was still before eight, and the bar was relatively empty. Axel was pouring drinks with his back to Roxas, his hands moving quickly with an expert ease.

Roxas sat down at the bar, feeling miserable. He couldn't get the letter out of his head. He twined his fingers together, staring dejectedly at his hands.

"Roxas!" Axel sounded surprised when he turned around.

Roxas gave him a weak smile, which made Axel frown. Axel quickly handed the drinks he had made to two customers on the end of the bar, snatching their money before heading over to Roxas. He leaned across the bar.

"Dem called, I've been worried. He said you got a shitty letter from your dad." Axel spoke softly so they wouldn't be overheard. Roxas nodded but didn't say anything.

Axel glanced across Roxas's shoulder.

"Hey Tifa!" Axel called out to a girl walking past in the same uniform. "Listen, I was supposed to leave at eight, but would you mind taking over for me now? It's important." He explained, motioning for her to come over.

The girl walked towards them and seemed to think about it, "Okay, Ax, but only if you cover for me for an hour tomorrow night. Leon is playing tomorrow and I want to flirt."

Axel laughed, taking off the apron tied around his thin waist. "Of course, of course. Leather-covered Leon. Done deal, I'll check you tomorrow then?"

Tifa nodded, Axel stepping around the bar next to Roxas. Tifa stared at Roxas for a long moment before a look of surprise washed across her attractive face. She grinned at the pair.

"Ah, so this is the quiet boyfriend." She said openly, her hands on her hips.

Roxas couldn't help but blush; he still wasn't when random people talked about his relationship. Roxas had been expecting most people to be disgusted with him having a boyfriend; back home he would be proverbially shot for it. But most people around Madison were liberal, and they didn't seem to care about things like being gay.

Axel casually slung his arm around Roxas's shoulder.

"Yep! Roxas Kouda, meet Tifa Lockheart. She's another bartender here."

Tifa nodded, "God, I feel like I already know you."

With short giggle she added, "When you guys first started dating we had to beg Axel to shut up about you."

Roxas gave another weak smile and fiddled with his skateboard. He wasn't really in the mood to talk right now. Axel caught on to this fact because he started nudging Roxas away.

"Well, you guys can talk about me later, Roxas and I have plans." Axel told her cheekily. Roxas was always amazed at how Axel handled situations; he made the statement sound so nonchalant.

Axel led Roxas away from the bar, grabbing his skateboard and jacket from behind the front desk before they stepped out into the icy evening. The stars were out, and the wind was biting.

Axel lit up a cigarette, motioning for Roxas to sit on a set of benches next to the sidewalk. He cleared the snow off the seat for Roxas, watching him sit down with his hands jammed into this pockets. Roxas put his skateboard under his feet, and gently idled it back and forth. Roxas wasn't looking at him.

"So, what happened?" Axel tentatively asked, taking a deep drag.

"…." Roxas squeezed his eyes shut. He felt helpless as he pulled the letter from his pocket and handed it over to his boyfriend.

Axel propped his cigarette between his lips before opening the letter and quickly scanning the contents. Roxas carefully watched as Axel's expression turned dark and menacing. Axel threw the cigarette from his lips and crushed it under his heavy boots.

"I'm still immensely disappointed in your decision become an artist." Axel read flatly, there was anger in his voice as he continued, "You know that it is a foolish career choice, and I have doubts about your success?"

Axel crunched the letter between his hands with disgust, frantically grabbing Roxas and hugging him against his side. Roxas grabbed the paper from Axel's fist; he didn't know why he wanted to keep it, but felt like he needed to. He was not sure what to say so he remained silent.

Axel finally took Roxas's hand and hauled him to his feet. They headed back towards the Capitol. Axel was silent as they strode along. Roxas wasn't sure why they were walking when they both had their skateboards but he didn't mind because he enjoyed the feel of Axel's palm against his own. Nobody even glanced at the couples joined hands.

They got back to Axel's house about fifteen minutes later. They hadn't spoken a word. Axel's place was quiet, Larxene was still in class and his other roommates only came home once in a blue moon.

They went to Axel's room before sitting on his bed together. Axel pooled a large blanket around them, settling them with his back against the wall. Finally, in the privacy of his room Axel could spoon Roxas into his embrace, wrapping lanky arms around the boy. He knew Roxas wasn't keen about PDA in public places, aside from handholding.

Axel wasn't sure what to say, but he knew that he needed to comfort Roxas somehow. He wasn't really good with this emotional mumbo jumbo, but he wanted Roxas to feel better. He didn't like the tight expression on the blonde's face, or the way the Roxas would never say anything aloud.

"Roxas, you have to know that letter is crap, right?" Axel finally spoke.

Roxas looked up his him, his blue eyes miserable.

"I mean you are an amazing artist. You have a gift for seeing things as they really are. You work so hard to excel at your classes, your not doing it half-heartedly." Axel continued.

"I admire how dedicated you are, and your dad doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about when he says that you live in a fantasy. Because the Roxas I know," Axel tipped Roxas's chin up so that he met his gaze, "is thoughtful and perceptive and down to earth."

Roxas felt the tears spill out and he bit his lip harshly. Those damn tears were falling unbidden and he couldn't stop if he tried. He attempted to articulate his thoughts to his boyfriend;

"It's just… I knew that I disappointed him. I know… I'm not what he wants for a son," Roxas told him through sobs. Axel squeezed him, opening his mouth to respond before Roxas cut him off.

"My dad… well, after my mom died, he never really wanted to look at me. I was… Well, when I was ten, me and my mom were in a car accident."

Roxas closed his eyes, feeling the memories surface. Memories he barely thought of because they hurt so immensely. He could still hear his mother's laugher and words of encouragement as they were driving.

"A drunk tourist hit the front of our car on the way back from one of my elementary school art shows. My mom died instantly, and I somehow survived." Roxas voice was bitter.

Axel was listening to him with rapt attention.

"After that… my dad sort of pretended I didn't exist. My brother Sora was the one who always did what my dad wanted. Dad's a shrewd businessman, and Sora was always good with that sort of thing. Sora was athletic, talkative, and perfect." Roxas explained, the words stinging him. He was unconsciously digging his fingers into Axel's arms.

"I was the quiet one who didn't have any worthy hobbies. When I went away to school, my brother had been really mad. I haven't tried even tried to call him in a month… I doubt he'll ever forgive me." Roxas started brokenly sobbing again, hiding his face behind his hands.

Axel was a little confused but remained silent. He'd never seen Roxas break down like this, but then again he really hadn't known the boy for very long. It was at this moment that Axel realized he knew virtually nothing about his boyfriend. He completely understood the current Roxas, but he didn't know anything about his past. He felt foolish for never asking these types of questions, but Roxas was so quiet and never really talked about himself. This was the most Axel had ever heard the boy talk about his family.

"Why do you think your brother will hate you?" Axel asked softly, rubbing the blonde's shoulders. Roxas pulled his hands away from his face, burying his nose into the fabric of Axel's work shirt.

"When my mom died, I think a part of Sora blamed me." Roxas mumbled into his chest.

"Then after graduation, I left. Back home, nobody really leaves. I was the second person who ever left the Destiny Islands. When you leave you never really come back is what people said. And right before I came here, Sora told me that he never wanted to see me again. I've tried to call him but he never answers. I thought that when I went home this Christmas I could talk with him… but…"

Axel felt awful for Roxas. The kid didn't deserve to be rejected by his family for something he couldn't control.

Axel didn't pity Roxas, however. Axel had an equally crappy family history and he understood how deep and unyielding those wounds could be.

Roxas felt a little better after speaking these thoughts aloud; bearing his dark secrets to this man he could trust. He had never spoken about his mother and was surprised at how easily the words came from his mouth.

"What about your friends back home?"

Roxas thought about it, he was finally calming down. His cheeks were red and his eyes were puffy, but Axel still found him attractive and endearing.

"When I was young I hung out with just three people." Roxas told him, fiddling with the collar of Axel's shirt. "Hayner, Pence, and Olette. We were inseparable during junior high, three peas in a pod, you know? But during my last year of high school they got mad about for something, I never really knew what. One day they just stopped talking to me. There was…this time…"

Roxas paused, not wanting to repeat the painful memory, "This January, on my eighteenth birthday, not a single person spoke to me that entire day. Not one person wished me happy birthday, not even my brother. It was the day that I decided to apply for Madison and go away to school. Sora and I have birthdays that are two days apart, and everyone came to Sora's party at our house… but…"

Roxas scrunched his eyes shut miserably, "Nobody cared when mine rolled around."

Axel was utterly amazed that anyone would treat him like this, "Well, your birthday is January 15th, right?"

Roxas nodded.

"Then we are going to show those fucking assholes." Roxas was surprised at the venom in Axel's voice. He looked up and realized that his boyfriend was livid. His green eyes were narrow and sparked with indignation. He was still gently holding Roxas, but his countenance was fierce.

"We are going to make your next birthday so amazing that you won't ever have to remember that day. Those people. How fucking disgusting." Axel spit out.

Roxas was stunned. This man that he had only known for a few months- this man that he was somehow dating- he was genuinely angry on his behalf. It helped alleviate the icy feeling of dread that was crushing him.

Roxas felt his heart quicken at this epiphany, and he suddenly felt calm again. He didn't know how Axel did that- made him feel so cared about and so loved. He hadn't really felt like that since his mother was still alive.

Roxas cupped Axel's cheek with his fingers, watching him carefully through half-lidded eyes. The redhead didn't have his chain on (he couldn't wear it at work) but he still looked like a hardass. This external appearance was so contradictory to who Axel really was. Roxas knew that Axel was devastatingly kind.

Roxas leaned up and kissed Axel gently on the lips, his lashes fluttering against the man's cheeks. Axel tightened his hold on Roxas while placing butterfly kisses around the blonde's face.

Roxas finally pulled back and gave him a gentle look, "Thank you, Axel," he murmured, his breath warming Axel's lips.

Axel shook his head, not sure what Roxas meant.

Roxas cracked a tentative smile, "Thank you for getting angry on my behalf, for caring about me so much," he explained.

Axel spooned Roxas tighter against his side in response. The musician let his eyes flutter shut as they hugged, Roxas finally relaxing against him. Axel was glad that Roxas trusted him so much; he could tell that the kid never really talked about this with anyone else.

"Roxas, I will never do anything like that to you. I promise I will take care of you." Axel finally said after a good minute of silence.

Roxas pulled back from the embrace, sitting up so his knees were between Axel's legs. He let his arms wrap around the redheads back, his nose buried in his neck. Roxas breathed the scent of his boyfriend in, his nerves on fire as Axel wrapped his arms around his waist. Roxas was so thankful Axel was on his side and right next to him when he needed him the most. Affection welled deeply in his chest as he was clutched tightly to his boyfriend.

Roxas kissed Axel firmly, with tongue and teeth and desperation. He kissed him like it was the only thing he'd ever wanted to do. Axel responded passionately as always, because the redhead never did anything halfway. Roxas felt like something that had always been missing was finally complete when he was with Axel.

Roxas understood in that moment, as Axel held him so tightly like he would never let go, that he was hopelessly falling in love with the man.

"I know you won't hurt me, Axel." Roxas finally spoke, looking him dead in the eye. "I trust you completely."

XXX

During the next few days, Axel was glued to Roxas. Roxas was a bit exasperated by his behavior, but was thankful for his protective nature. Roxas began spending almost every night at Axel's house to subside the bitterness he felt towards his father. Demyx didn't care if he stayed with Axel; he wanted what was best for Roxas.

Demyx hadn't mentioned his father's letter to any of their friends, not even Zexion, for which Roxas was thankful. Dem knew when to keep his mouth shut, a virtue that Roxas felt people needed more of.

About a week after Roxas relieved the vile letter, Axel had decided to drag the overworked Xion to a party. She was on the verge of a mental breakdown from her copious amounts of homework, and Axel had practically manhandled her out of her dorm. It was Friday night and Roxas had finally completed his diptych (he had put at least twenty hours into the set of paintings) so he had planned to spend the night with Axel anyway.

Demyx and Zexion went with them; Roxas was quietly amused with the fact that the only parties Zexion ever attended where with his roommate. The party was at a house near Vilas Avenue, about eight blocks from where they lived.

Roxas was all decked out for the occasion.

He wasn't sure why he had partaken in such a fashion change when he arrived in Madison, but Roxas now felt more comfortable in band t-shirts and skinny jeans than he did in his own skin. He loved his piercings and wore the chain Axel bought him every day. It felt like he was protected by his punkish appearance. The best part was that Axel always dressed similar; tight shirt showing off his slender figure and fitted jeans with studded belts and gaudy jewelry. They always matched, always looked in sync. Like they were meant to be together.

The group had met up at ten and decided to walk because it was cheaper than getting a taxi. They were all looking forward to a little drinking, even Zexion planned to have a few.

Xion was a little moody as they headed to the party but the conversation had been amiable.

Xion bitched loudly about one of her professors; she only shut up when Axel shoved his flask under her face. Zexion and Demyx were trailing behind, Demyx oddly quiet as he walked in step with his crush. Zexion started talking about a few mishaps that had happened at his work, Axel commenting cynically.

The party was at the home of Axel's friends from high school, who also happened to be the guy who had pierced Roxas. His name was Terra, and he was covered in tattoos. Terra met the group at the front door, and had ushered them inside to the warm living room. His house was huge, but he had six roommates so it was messy.

About a dozen people were wandering around the first floor, chatting with each other, pulling swigs from bottles of liquor. They were all wearing heavy coats that Roxas envied. They looked so warm compared to how he felt.

Roxas was from a tropical place and he had never seen snow before living in Madison. Roxas had no heavy clothes, and he was relying on Axel's spare coats because he couldn't afford one of his own.

He was silently worried about his expenses and had recently realized that he would have to find a job soon. After he'd gotten the letter from his father he had checked his bank account and realized he only had about three hundred dollars left from the money he saved. Textbooks and day-to-day living expenses had quickly added up, and Roxas could barely afford anything.

So for now he didn't have the luxury of buying clothing that matched the current temperature. Roxas quickly learned and understood that Wisconsin winters were insufferable, but Axel made sure he was bundled up. Zexion had even given him a black scarf, which was currently adorned around his neck.

Axel had his flask out as soon as they got in the front door. He handed it to Roxas as they stood in the hallway. Roxas took a quick sip, the liquor warming his throat pleasantly. His fingers felt numb and were bright red.

Demyx laughed at Roxas, poking at his cheeks and cooing, "Poor boy doesn't know how to deal with a real Wisconsin winter!"

Axel snatched Dem's hand, swatting it away. Dem pouted, pursing his lips. A ghost of a smile flitted across Zexion's face from behind Dem.

"You guys should check out the new tiki bar in the basement," Terra told them after he took a swig out of Axel's flask.

"Tiki bar?" Xion quipped, looking around anxiously. In Xion's mind a tiki bar meant Malibu Rum, which was her favorite beverage.

"That door on your left." Terra pointed to the other side of the kitchen where the music was emitting. Demyx and Xion headed downstairs, with Zexion trailing. Roxas stood next to Axel as he chatted with Terra. Roxas could tell the pair had a lot of history by the way they interacted. Axel acted differently around Terra, more casual. It made Roxas feel oddly jealous.

Roxas was staring off into space when Terra suddenly spoke to him. He blinked rapidly.

"What?"

"Haha, you're cute kid." Terra told him, smirking with his hand on his hip. "I was asking you where you were from."

"Oh, the Destiny Islands."

"Oh? Really?" Terra asked, suddenly interested, "I have a friend who is from there."

'What?' Roxas thought to himself before asking, "Who?"

"Cloud Strife. He's in the basement right now." Terra gestured to the door Xion and the others had disappeared to.

Roxas felt his jaw drop, "Cloud Strife is in this house?"

Axel blinked, peering down at his boyfriend. He had obviously not been expecting that reaction.

"Oh, hells yeah, man. Cloud goes to school here. You know him?"

Roxas nodded, shocked by this information, "Yeah, the Destiny Islands are miniscule. Everybody was up in everybody else's business."

"How do you know Cloud?" Axel asked, genuinely curious because he also knew Cloud from at least two years ago.

Roxas blinked, startled, "You know him too, Axel? Oh- well, Cloud was a big surfer on the Islands. Everybody idolized him. He surfed a perfect swell during one of the biggest tsunamis. He left to go pro in New Zealand."

Terra laughed loudly, "Haha, yeah I can see how some people could see Cloud as someone heroic. In all actuality, he's a bit of a dipshit."

Axel nodded enthusiastically, "That is totally true."

Roxas blinked up at Axel, "How do you know him?"

"His boyfriend plays bass at High Noon on Saturday nights." Axel told him.

Roxas felt his jaw drop again, he was sure he had heard wrong, "His boyfriend?"

Both Axel and Terra laughed at his expression. Axel leaned forward and pecked Roxas's lips softly, uncaring that people were watching. Roxas gave him a stern look, but still managed to ask, "So Cloud is gay, then?"

"You should meet his boyfriend," Terra said to Roxas. "They suit each other. Just like you two, with those awesome matching piercings I gave you!"

Roxas blushed lightly as Axel rolled his eyes, "Leather-covered Leon."

Roxas remembered that name from somewhere, "Oh, that guy who Tifa likes?"

"Tifa and Xion, actually." Axel promptly informed him.

Roxas looked skeptical, "Xion likes him too?"

Terra patted Roxas on the shoulder solemnly said sadly, "Leon steals the hearts of many innocent maidens."

"Terra, what the fuck are you on about?" A new voice cut in. Roxas glanced up in disblief. Cloud was wearing a tight black hoodie and dark jeans, with a thick winter-hat over his blonde spikes. He was had heavy black boots. His expression was cocky and he was still ruggedly handsome, just as Roxas remembered. He was still well built, and his eyes were still bold and challenging.

"Cloud?" Roxas asked quietly, still shocked by the fact that somebody from back home was in the same house as him, in Madison, nearly 3,000 miles away.

Cloud looked down at him blankly for a moment, for blinking and extending his hand out, "Roxas Kouda? From St. Mary's High?"

Roxas smiled up at him, shaking his hand enthusiastically.

"I can't believe somebody else left that dead-end spit of land." Cloud told him, before crossing his arms over his broad chest.

Roxas chuckled while sticking his hands in his pockets, "Yeah, I know, right? I haven't seen you in years. Thought you went off to New Zealand for some surfing thing?"

Axel wryly commented to Terra, "Leon is from New Zealand."

Roxas blinked up at his boyfriend. Cloud suddenly groaned in agitation, pulling at his hair in dismay, "Terra, you fucking asshole. Have you been outing me in front of random people again?"

Roxas watched Cloud as he openly stated, "Stop gossiping about me and my boyfriend, you asshat."

Cloud noticed Roxas's open disbelief a moment later and blushed. Terra was wandering away as he saw his girlfriend, Aqua. Terra didn't have the best attention span.

Cloud sheepishly responded, "Oh yeah, Roxas. Um- I know people from back home don't know about the whole gay thing, so I would appreciate you not to really mention this to your brother or your dad. You know how people are back there."

Roxas was still blank with disbelief. Axel tensed, wondering if Roxas was going to say anything. Axel was suddenly worried that Roxas wouldn't acknowledge their relationship to someone from his hometown. He wondered if Roxas was ashamed to be with him… a guy. Axel knew that Roxas had a hard time with admitting to himself that he dating another male, and the only people who knew were already their mutual friends.

However after a long beat of silent Roxas seemed to animate again and shook his head quickly. He smiled up at Cloud happily, looking oddly relieved.

"Oh, well," Roxas blushed, leaning over and grabbing Axel's arm, twining it with his own, "Cloud, this is my boyfriend, Axel McKenna."

Cloud's face mirrored Roxas's expression from a moment earlier.

"Axel? You're dating the son and heir to the Kouda Corporation?"

Roxas's face visibly fell at that statement, Axel looked confused.

"Sora will inherit," Roxas stated shortly, shuffling his feet as an awkward tension seeped into his expression. Axel was about to ask him what he meant but Cloud already seemed to understand and quickly nodded.

"It's so good to see an Islander again." He told him honestly, his voice casual and nonchalant.

Roxas blatantly stared up at him, enthralled at the man's expression. So Cloud was gay?

It was hard to fathom.

When Roxas had been younger Cloud had always been this untouchable person. They were only two grades apart but Cloud lived in another world. He had always been the token Islander. Cloud was an expert surfer, incredibly fit, and popular with females. Even his brothers' best friend, Riku, had admired Cloud despite his narcissism.

But here Cloud was, apparently gay, and nothing like Roxas had pictured him from before. Roxas thought Riku would have a heart attack if he knew his idol liked other men. Roxas visibly relaxed, leaned heavily onto Axel's arm before glancing up at his boyfriend. Axel wasn't looking at him; his gaze was set off in the distance. Roxas fleetingly wondered if there was something wrong.

Cloud gestured to the basement, "Let's head downstairs to get drinks."

They followed Cloud down a narrow flight of steps into a crowded basement. The basement was muggy from body heat, there were several beer pong table set up around the room. Rap music pounded from speakers around him, the bass vibrating loudly. A few people were dancing, but most were mingling in small groups, drinking out of red cups. Zexion and Demyx were standing in the corner, chatting with each other.

Cloud grabbed Roxas by the arm, pulling him up to a man standing at the bar in the far corner. Xion was standing next to him, and Roxas immediately understood what Axel had meant about Xion having a crush. Xion looked like a puppy that had just received a treat while the guy spoke to her. Deep brown eyes looked up when Cloud was standing next to him.

"Roxas, this is Squall Leonheart, more commonly known as Leon." Cloud introduced while the brunette turned and looked down at him.

Leon was tall, built, and had a masculine scar across his face. He was wearing a heavy fur winter jacket and tight leather pants. Leon looked pretty intimidating for a moment until he smiled directly at Roxas while holding out his large hand.

"You look like a mini-Cloud, except more punk with the piercings." Leon told him in a friendly tone, leaning down towards the smaller boy with an interested expression.

Axel stiffened, the redhead feeling inexplicably agitated.

Roxas took the proffered hand, "I'm Roxas Kouda. I'm from Cloud's hometown."

Leon looked interested; Xion quickly turning to ask him, "Oh, you know Cloud too?"

Roxas rolled his eyes, because apparently everyone else already knew Cloud too.

"How old are you, Roxas?" Leon asked, leaning closer. Axel narrowed his eyes, he was tempted to say something but bit his lip aggressively.

"I'm only eighteen, but I turn nineteen in January," Roxas explained, leaning away from the taller man.

Leon started to say something but Axel interrupted by grabbing his boyfriend's arm and stating loudly, "Hey Roxas, come have a cigg with me outside?"

Roxas paused before nodding, "Okay."

He waved at Leon and Cloud before following Axel back up the stairs. Leon looked confused, and glanced over at his lover. Cloud shrugged, Xion smiling up from beside him.

"What's their deal?" Leon asked her.

Xion giggled, flipping her short hair back, "Axel is just really protective of his boyfriend."

Leon glanced at Cloud out of the corner of his eye, completely understanding that sentiment. Xion didn't notice anything; she was too busy sipping her drink.

Axel pulled at Roxas until they were outside. After the front door was firmly shut Axel huffed loudly, he sounded incredibly agitated. He paced a few steps away, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and pulling one out.

"Axel? You okay?" Roxas's voice echoed softly from the front step.

Axel glanced over at him, green eyes clearly annoyed, "You are really don't get it, don't you."

"Get what?" Roxas clearly had no idea what he was talking about, but he was worried that Axel was mad at him for something.

Axel lit his cigarette, turning his face away to avoid the wind before answering, "You don't get it when other people are hitting on you."

Roxas's eyebrows shot up on his forehead, "What… are you talking about?"

Axel rolled his eyes, his eyebrow twitching in agitation before biting out, "Leather-covered Leon."

Roxas thought about this for a moment, before giving Axel an incredulous look, "Axel, really?"

Axel glanced back down at him, frowning as he took another drag of his cigarette. His shoulders were tense and he was pacing back and forth. Roxas shook his head, crossing his arms.

"Axel, Leon is dating Cloud. And Terra is dating Aqua. And Dem is soon-to-be-dating Zexion. So the only single person I've really spoken to tonight is Xion, and she clearly isn't hitting on me." Roxas sounded far too amused by his boyfriend's reaction.

A light blush covered Axel's cheeks, and Roxas was sure if he drew attention to that fact the redhead would blame the cold. Roxas was a little surprised that he thought Axel's unfounded jealousy so endearing; but with Axel was pouting adorably, huffing on his cigarette….

Roxas realized that he'd been rather vague with his feelings for his boyfriend. He'd told Axel that he liked him, yes, but right now Roxas didn't feel that was enough. He felt like he had been taking advantage of the redhead's affection, that he hadn't been giving anything in return. Roxas didn't want Axel to be uneasy; he wanted him to be confident in their relationship. Roxas wasn't really sure how to structure the words whirling around his head, but he tried anyway.

"Axel?"

Axel gave a sidelong glance down to him.

"…" Roxas bit his lip, reaching over to grasp at Axel's free hand. Axel turned and faced him fully, waiting for him to speak.

"I'm falling in love with you." Roxas finally told him, so softly that Axel barely heard the words. Axel felt like his heart stopped, the statement finally registering after a long moment.

Axel blindly reached down and quickly tipped Roxas's chin up, wanting to check in the boy's eyes to see if what he said was true. Roxas was blushing deeply, almost as deeply as when Axel had first met him. Axel finally understood what the boy was trying to do. He was trying to comfort him and this thought made Axel dizzy.

"I'm not planning to run away to someone else," Roxas continued, reaching up with one hand and letting his fingers tap at the matching chain that rested on the redhead's cheek.

"And, if you're alright with it…"

Roxas blushed even darker, desperately averting his eyes to the snow at their feet. Axel wondered why he looked so embarrassed until he murmured, "I would like for us to try… you know, um…." He lowered his voice even further, "To be together."

Axel felt raw lust thrum through his veins at the innocent statement. Axel felt like his whole body was on fire when he leaned over his lovely boyfriend and said in a husky voice, "What do you mean?"

Roxas's eyes were frantic, he was obviously embarrassed beyond belief as he forced the words out of his throat, "I want… to be with you… you know, um….."

He leaned up and gently whispered in Axel's right ear, the hot of breath shooting down Axel's spine- "Physically."

Axel let out a strangled moan, leaning over and wrapping his arms around the blonde, his face planted atop Roxas's hat.

"Roxas, don't feel like your obligated to do that. I know that you need time," Axel bit out, the words contradictory to how Axel really felt. Axel wanted to reach down and grab Roxas and fucking touch the boy everywhere; pleasure him until he screamed.

Roxas shook his head, "I just…"

Axel kissed him, their lips meeting chastely. Roxas felt perfect when he was simply kissing Axel, and it made him wonder if doing that would make him feel more amazing. People always talked about sex and he pondered how such an experience would feel with someone he really liked.

The couple pulled away after a long moment, puffs of air coming out as mist.

Axel couldn't do anything but stare helplessly into blue eyes. His gaze was so enchanting. Roxas's eyes always explained what his words failed to do. Axel could see the passion, and the unconscious lust. The innocent teenager didn't know what he wanted; he just knew he wanted it.

Axel bit his lip, whispering frantically, "Are you absolutely sure, Roxas? That...you want this? Want me?"

That look made Roxas tremble. Sparks flew in those inimitable green eyes; Axel's emotions were completely bared for Roxas to see. Roxas understood the look of hopeless want in his boyfriend's gaze and it comforted him. Axel was looking at Roxas like he was the only person on the whole planet worth looking at. It made Roxas feel beautiful.

Roxas took a step forward, "I want you," he stated in a low voice he didn't recognize.

And the next thing he knew Axel was pulling him away from Terra's house, down the sidewalk hand-in-hand. Roxas felt his sweaty grip, Axel looked uncharacteristically nervous.

They were practically jogging towards his house. For once Axel didn't slow down to accommodate Roxas's shorter strides.

They got back in twenty minutes flat, both chilled from the cold but panting. As they went through Axel's front door Roxas quickly flipped his phone out, swiftly texting Xion to tell her they had gone back home for the night.

When Axel silently led him up to his bedroom, Roxas began to feel nervous. He was worried that he wouldn't meet up to Axel's expectations when it came to more… physical contact.

Axel slammed the bedroom door shut behind him, his arms around Roxas as soon as they were safely inside.

Axel was breathing heavily from the exertion; Roxas could hear his heart racing as the redhead hugged him tightly. He was warm and smelled so familiar. Roxas was silently wondering at Axel's tight expression.

He looked like he was struggling with something.

"Axel?" Roxas breathed.

Axel finally led him over to the bed, sitting him down. Axel was glancing around his room aimlessly. He finally took awkwardly shrugged off his coat. Roxas followed by pulling his own coat, scarf, and hat off. Then they sat in silence as Roxas waited for Axel to collect his thoughts.

"Listen, Roxas, I just… I want to say, um, fuck." Axel cursed, turning on the bed to face him, "I just want you to know that I'm-" Axel seemed to bite his tongue for a moment.

Roxas leaned closer to him, letting his hand fall to Axel's leg. Axel glanced back at him, and seemed to gather his nerves again. He took a deep breath, squeezed his eyes shut and blurted out-

"Roxas, I'm stupid with love for you. You are all I can ever fucking think about. I know we haven't known each other for that long, but I have never been so… unable to function without another person."

Roxas stared up at him, paralyzed.

"I honestly can't imagine any day without you. You are my opposite and my compliment. We have so much in common and I feel like we've known each other for my whole life. I will support anything and everything you choose to do,"

Roxas felt tears prick his eyes as Axel leaned forward, their foreheads bumping together. Roxas shut his eyes while his whole body was trembling.

"Roxas, I have never felt as creative with my music. You inspire me like a muse," Axel gently tapped his lips against the blondes, "and I don't think I could ever possibly feel this way about –anyone- else, for as long as I live. I am irrevocably in love with you."

Roxas finally opened his eyes, throwing his arms around Axel and bringing the man close to him. Roxas squeezed him tightly.

"Yes," Roxas breathed heavily into Axel's hair, "I know exactly how you feel. No one will ever captivate me like you have, because you are my-" Roxas leaned down and softly kissed his lips, "Axel. Only you."

Axel's self control broke, and he threw the smaller boy onto the bed with wild abandon. He didn't bother trying to be gentle, instead plastering his body to the blonde's and kissing him like he was dying.

His tongue swept deeply into Roxas's mouth, Roxas bringing his hands up to tangle in red spikes. Their tongues waged a battle of would-be dominance, both giving and taking as they saw fit.

Axel pulled back and fumbled with the bottom of Roxas's shirt, Roxas flew his hands into the air so Axel could tear away the offending fabric, desperately diving in to kiss the bare skin he exposed. Roxas's body felt more sensitive than he could ever remember. When Axel licked at his nipple and he could barely contain his voice. Burning hands were roaming all over his skin; he felt his pants growing tighter and he was panting softly.

Axel kissed him again on the mouth, their tongues meeting outside their lips. That kiss had nothing innocent about it. It was raw lust- so erotic it made Roxas insane with want. Roxas was quickly moving to pull up Axel's shirt away. Axel threw it off; Roxas touching the taunt muscle he'd been admiring since the first night he met his boyfriend. His fingers began pressing down smooth skin, admiring every inch of the toned body before him.

Roxas didn't know much about having sex but he knew it involved both parties getting butt naked. And Roxas wanted to see Axel naked. So badly.

Roxas started moaning loudly as Axel's knee began to grind against his groin. His cheeks were pink; he was kissing at every inch of Axel's skin near him, his nails digging into his back. Axel suddenly rolled on top of him, pushing him down to the mattress and kissing down his neck before dipping his tongue into Roxas's belly button. Roxas felt his lungs heave as he was watched Axel anxiously. Axel's eyes never left his, the man looked so mischievous.

Axel was so fucking turned on there were no words. He felt clumsy, unbridled.

Roxas was everything he had ever wanted in a lover, all wrapped up in this innocent package that he wanted to quickly taint. The desperate look in those blue eyes brought Axel to his edge. He tugged at the button on Roxas's pants before slowly pulling them down, watching Roxas for any signs of resistance. Roxas gave none, instead lifting his slim hips to accommodate. With only his boxers on Roxas's arousal was prominent.

Axel brought his mouth down, letting his lips trace along the outlines of Roxas's erection through his boxers. Roxas was breathing heavily, his fingers trembling as he smoothed Axel's hair. Roxas was trying to keep control, trying to not let the heady feeling of Axel's breath on his most intimate place take him away.

Then Axel slipped his fingers into Roxas's boxers and touched the inflamed skin firmly. Roxas moaned louder, thrashing his head as Axel touched him. Axel stroked him slowly, blue eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

"Axel!" Roxas whimpered, his voice needy.

"Yes?" Axel replied breathlessly.

Roxas quickly leaned up, pushing at Axel until he was sitting. He began to unbutton Axel's pants; Axel leaned over and stood up to shimmy them off before crawling back onto the bed. Their heated bodies were becoming sticky, and Roxas was ready to sweat.

He let his hands roam freely around Axel's toned body, before tentatively rubbing against the redhead's hard-on over his boxers. Axel groaned when a small palm groped sensitive skin, Axel burying his face in Roxas's hair.

"Roxas," he moaned quietly, his throat raspy. Roxas had never found his name so erotic.

Roxas gulped, and quickly moved to rid his boyfriend of his boxers. It was now or never, really, and Roxas wanted this now.

Axel was now completely naked, laying spread eagle on his bed.

Roxas looked down at Axel's bare erection that was illuminated by the light from his window. A small trail of hair lead up his flat stomach, his tattoos stood out prominently. Roxas leaned down and kissed Axel's abs, his fingers tracing his boyfriend's thighs. He finally worked up his courage and blatantly groped Axel's manhood with his bare hand. It felt odd, touching another man's penis, but the noises Axel gave were worth his discomfort.

Roxas felt Axel tremble beneath him as he slowly left open-mouthed kisses up Axel's chest; it gave Roxas a feeling of empowerment. Like Axel was at his total mercy. Roxas finally reached Axel's clavicle, giving him a playful nip.

Their mouths met again moments later, open and unhinged. Axel wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck while positioning their bodies so they could properly grind against into other. Roxas moaned into Axel's mouth, the friction was driving him crazy.

Axel ground them together, his fingers curling around Roxas's cloth-covered ass. Roxas suddenly felt like there was far too much fabric and not enough skin.

He reached down and tugged off his own boxers, before easing down and letting their bare erection press firmly. Roxas felt sinful, he felt pleasured, and he began to rub his penis against Axel's in a way that made his skin burn. Axel reached between them, gripping both between his large hands and pumping firmly.

Roxas cried out as his body clenched, his head sharply bumping into Axel's. They sloppily kissed as Axel stroked them.

Roxas felt wild as he thrashed against Axel's sticky body, their skin pressed firmly. He cried out when Axel began thumbing at his tip, rubbing against the slit. Roxas brought his own hand between them as they began to mutually masturbate each other.

It was nothing like Roxas had ever felt; Axel's lips pressed against his throat, his manhood throbbing on him, heavy and hot and so fucking perfect. Roxas knew he was swiftly loosing control, his stomach was clenching as he felt himself reaching the edge.

Axel began pumping him faster, Roxas returning the favor with vigor. Axel brought his mouth to Roxas's neck, latching his teeth on the skin. The sensation made Roxas snap, his whole body alight as he came hard and fast into Axel's hands. He was trembling, his eyes tightly shut. Roxas silently came, the noise caught in his throat.

Axel watched Roxas intensely, the expression of pure pleasure on the blonde's face overwhelming him. Roxas gave him one last firm pump before Axel exploded, their semen mixing on his stomach. Axel was more vocal, his moan filling the room.

Roxas collapsed on his chest, panting, his fingers clutching into Axel's hair. Axel nuzzled happily, spooning his arms around Roxas and enjoying the feeling on their naked skin pressed together.

Roxas rolled off of him after a moment but remained firm at his side. Axel pecked his sweaty forehead, his whole body relaxed.

They stoked absently at each other's skin for a long moment.

Axel pulled Roxas up a few inches so that their faces were close. They leaned over and kissed softly, lazily. Roxas felt he would never want to kiss another set of lips in his entire life.

After they finally cooled off, Axel leaned down and pulled his comforter around them. Roxas was covered in Axel's musky scent; he felt his eyes flutter shut.

He was a little embarrassed now, as they were pressed up together, naked. But he was really too tired to care, and it was Axel after all. Roxas leaned up and fleetingly kissed his boyfriend one last time.

Axel whispered something into his ear, Roxas was already fast asleep.