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Roxas looked at Axel. "My dad happened. He was a little bit sadistic, so he loved hurting people. He used to tie me up with barbwire to the banister of the stairs, and burn me, cut me open, and just . . . hurt me. He killed my mom and he forced me to lie to the police about who did it. I had to . . . say my brother did it. They sent him away to jail, and when he left, I had no one to protect me from the bastard. He raped my sister several times. He'd force me to watch, or he'd hurt me more. One time, the bastard tried to castrate me, but my sister kicked him, and he fell and the barbwire went through his eyes. He'd torture me, and every day, I'd be forced to lie about who I was, and smile like nothing was wrong."

"Roxas . . . ," Axel whispered while wiping the shorter blond's tears away. "You have no idea how sorry I am. The bastard deserves death."

Roxas shook his head. "No one deserves to die Axel."

"Especially not your poor helpless mother?!"

Axel leapt up from Roxas' bed, running to the door. Someone was trying to beat the door down.

"Cover up, Roxas."

"Axel, I need to talk to you."

Axel pulled the door open, looking at the pink-haired boy.

"Why?"

"Because I drove all the way here to. You're not going to let me in, after driving here?"

"Fine, come in."

Axel stepped out of the way and let Marluxia in. "Axel . . . my shirt is over there."

Axel picked up Roxas' shirt and threw it to him. Marluxia shut the door. Axel watched Roxas slide his shirt on carefully, so Marluxia didn't see his scars.

"Axel, you're busy?"

"No, Roxas and I were just talking."

"Right . . . and he is shirtless?"

"Is there some reason I can't be naked in my own dorm room?" Roxas asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Not in front of my boyfriend, you can't."

"I'm not your boyfriend, Marluxia."

"Is this little skank your new boyfriend?"

"I wish," Axel stated quietly. "No, he's not. Don't talk about Roxas that way."

"I'll talk about the little slut however I want," Marluxia smiled, looking at Roxas. "Are you interested in a threesome, whore?" He stroked the blonds cheek.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Roxas bit down into Marluxia's hand.

"WHORE!" Marluxia yelled, slapping Roxas so hard he flew back onto his bed. That's when Axel's fist made contact with Marluxia's nose.

"Don't ever come back, and never touch him again, do you hear me?" Axel hissed. "Or are you too stupid to understand?" Axel opened the door, throwing Marluxia out. He locked the door back and sat down beside of Roxas. "Roxy . . . don't cry, please."

Roxas wrapped his arms around the redhead, closing his eyes. "My dad . . . used to do that to me," He whimpered.

"Shh, Roxas. I'll sleep in your bed tonight, so you'll be okay."

"That sounds good."

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Axel couldn't move. The blond had him pinned under him, sleeping quite soundly. The problem was that Roxas was so close, Axel tried to resist raping the little blond. The way that Roxas had his fingers curled in the back of Axel's hair in the most sensual position.

Axel's phone vibrated in his pocket. It was Demyx. "Hello," Axel whispered.

"Why are you in bed, dude? Where is Roxas?"

"He's asleep, and because I felt like being. I can't really talk right now."

"Oh come on, don't be lazy."

"I'm sorry Demyx." Axel pulled free of Roxas' hand. He pushed Roxas off slowly, standing up. "Come up, I really need to talk to you. Oh, and don't knock. Just use your key, and lock the door."

"Axe?" Roxas whispered.

"I'm here, Roxy."

Axel slid his fingers through Roxas'. "Go back to sleep, beautiful."

". . . kay," Roxas whimpered.

A few minutes later, Demyx walked in.

"What are you do—" Axel held a finger to his lips. "Sorry, what are you doing in Roxas' bed with him?"

"Marluxia stopped by," Axel whispered back.

"No way."

"He slapped Roxas, and I . . . beat him up. I think I'm . . . ," Axel paused and looked over his shoulder at the blond, who was still holding his hand. "In love with Roxas."

"In love?!" Demyx gasped. "Are you gonna tell him?"

"I can't." Axel sighed, "Plus, he's straight . . . that's like telling a stripper to put clothes on."

"But you can't not tell him, he deserves to know, Axel."

"Have you told Riku that you're in love with him? No."

"So, you're not going to tell Roxas . . . because I haven't told Riku? That's fucked." Demyx looked at his hands. "Anyway, I was going to ask you if you're coming to the club tonight. You should bring Roxas."

"We'll be there, now if you excuse me, you're interrupting sleepy time with the love of my life, so get!"

Axel lied back down beside of Roxas. "Roxy?"

"Yeah?"

"You up for going clubbing tonight?"

"Yeah, yeah. Now hold me."

Axel opened his arms open, and the blond crawled into them. Roxas was happy with Axel's strong arms wrapped around him.

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Axel was going through his clothes, to try to find something to wear tonight. He decided to wear his yellow skinny jeans, but had trouble finding a shirt to go with it. He looked at Roxas, who was already dressed and staring at him. "You should wear that one." Roxas pointed at the shirt that was laying in the floor. "It has that guy on the front, the one where it's near your crotch. It says 'Wanna kiss him?'." Axel pulled the shirt on, pulling his pants down. He then slid down his boxers, pulling a fresh pair on. Axel slid on the yellow pants and smiled. Roxas was peeking at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Ready, beautiful?"

"Of course," Roxas giggled. He slid his Nexus phone into his pocket and slid his arm through Axel's. Axel closed the door, locking it with the key. They got in Axel's car, and chatted all the way to the club.

"Just go along with whatever I say, okay?"

They walked up to the bouncer, and Axel smiled. "One, Axel?"

"No, two."

"Two?"

"Yeah. One for me, and one for Roxas."

"No can do, Axel. You know what your father s—" Axel leaned towards the bouncer, whispering in his ear. "Is that true, Roxas?"

"Is what true?"

"That Axel is your fiancée."

"Oh, yeah. It's true," Roxas choked out, fake smiling. He only went along with it because Axel told him to.

The bouncer handed them two glow sticks on a string. It was meant to be hung around his neck. Roxas broke the tube, shaking it up; to activate the glow stick. His was purple, and Axel's was yellow.

"Oh yay! My pants and my glow stick are going to light up the same color!"

"Light up?"

"You'll see."

They walked in the club, which was lit by black light. "Oh no," Roxas gasped. "Axel!"

"Yeah?"

"You told him that I was your fiancée? Why not boyfriend?!"

"I just really wanted you to be my fiancée, at least for two seconds," Axel admitted. "Oh! There the guys are!" Axel pulled Roxas to a table in the corner of the club, where everyone was sitting. "Hey guys."

"Demyx, can you scoot down?" Roxas asked.

"Uh . . . n-no, I just . . . ," Demyx stuttered.

"Come here, sexy! We don't bite!" Sora pulled Demyx beside of him.

Demyx looked at Axel when they sat down. "How's it hanging, man?"

"Down and slightly to the left," Axel admitted, making Roxas blush. Roxas elbowed him gently.

"Axel, have a little substance, will you?"

"Oh, you know I saw you looking at me earlier." Axel winked at the blond.

"Will you two be quiet? I have something to say." Demyx sighed. "I'm in love with Riku! Ha! Now it's your turn, Axel." Demyx looked at Riku before crawling over the table and running away.

"Well . . . ," Axel giggled.

"Your turn for what?"

"Nothing, it doesn't matter Roxy."

"Will you tell me tonight?"

"Maybe, if you're lucky."

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I think I'm falling in love with this story.

Like reallyyyy.