A/N: HERRO! You want a reason why it took so long to write this? Blame school, specifically Japanese and English Class. (I do.) Anywho, I had a half-day, and figured I could put some of my extra time into this. But you know what sucks? I don't even get to relax once school gets out. Nooooo I had to be the huge priss that I am, and take credit advancement classes over the summer. Ugh. Oh well, on the bright side, I will have 23 credits after next year. Which means: I will only need to earn ONE credit my senior year! Hellz yeah to graduating early! But I might just take some extra classes. Hell, might as well get more free education. But I'm happy, that's for sure. Oh, and I realise that this chapter is redundant of the last one, but please sympathize, it IS the same thing, just from a different point of view. Anywho, I'd like to thank all of my reviewers for being totally awesome human beings...or whatever they may be. I try to reply to all reviews, I really do, but sometimes I just can't. Pretty limited schedule on my end. So, if I didn't reply directly to a reply, please don't be offended, and know that I read EVERY SINGLE ONE that is sent to me. I appreciate them, more that anyone could know. Hey, so people ask why updates take so long? Try some severe writers block. Why am I bringing this up? Well, frankly, I'd like to ask for some assistance. If you guys have any ideas of what could happen in future chapters, please, please tell me. It is easier to write if I am writing towards something. Also, it has been brought to my attention that translations would be preferred with the chapters that they pertain to. (I figured as much, I just tend to forget...) So from now on I will include them at the end. This is the Translation for the last chapter, which also goes with this one:
Kuso – Shit
I-Itai! Yamero! Yamero! Onegaishimasu! - Ow! Stop! Stop! Please!
Damare – Shut up
Okay, I believe that is it for this... Really really long author's note... I'm gonna shut up now... Please enjoy?
Chapter 3
Would it have been pretentious of Axel to believe that his newly acquired blonde was rather obviously impressed by his manor? Yes, perhaps, but the boy was not doing a very good job of hiding his awe. He had to stifle a chuckle as he watched azure eyes dart around with childish curiosity. As he observed silently, he could not help but feel slightly remorseful. As he had mentioned, he was still, in all honesty, a child. Fifteen, though considered old enough to marry, was still childhood. He was already feeling the effects of guilt for what he had yet to do. However, Axel was known to keep to his choices, and he had made a choice to purchase this boy. Guilt may be a consequence, but he was willing to accept it.
He had led Roxas into one of his many sitting rooms, specifically the Asian styled one. He followed Roxas' line of vision, and was slightly pleased to find that the blonde was staring intently at Axel's favorite lamp. He had managed to buy it from a foreign trader, and it had cost him quite a bit, but it was well worth it, in his opinion.
He reminded himself why he was here, and quietly cleared his throat.
"Aerith? Aerith, come here." Axel allowed himself a small smirk when he noticed the blonde jump at the sound of his voice. Aerith, his most trusted maid-type slave, sauntered in. She was always very compliant, and Axel allowed her several freedoms that others were not given. Her big green eyes were curious as she stopped in front of her master, her coffee colored braid swaying slightly with her movements. The redhead glanced back to find Roxas staring at her with confusion.
"Aerith, I just bought this one today." She looked at the blonde, nodding, curiosity still lacing her gaze. Axel too turned to face him. "Do you have a favorite color?" The boy that was being questioned offered a rather incredulous looking face.
"I... What does matter?" Axel tried his best not to get annoyed. Sure the boy was pretty, but he was also severely proud, that, or just stupid. The former seemed more likely though.
"That is not your concern. Answer the question." He snapped his response with a bit more malice than he had intended. The blonde scowled, but answered, even if hesitantly.
"I suppose I like blue." Axel nodded, willing his annoyance to make itself scarce. He turned back to Aerith.
"Very well. Please take him to the cerulean bedchambers. Help him prepare, as I doubt he has any experience." He easily detected the worry that his words inflicted upon the brunette as she nodded. To be honest, he could not blame her. No, this would not be the first time that he would claim one's virginity, but it would be his first with a boy. And, of course, it would be much worse for the receiving party, considering the position.
He watched as Roxas was led away, further into his home. He wondered vaguely how much luck Aerith would have with the stubborn boy that Roxas had proven to be. Shaking his head as if to rid it of the thought, Axel began walking towards his own bedchamber. This was going to take preparation, mentally for sure, and possibly physically. Sure, he was attracted to the boy, but this was quite the serious matter, and, frankly, he himself was a bit nervous.
Again, he shook his head, not wanting to think about it. He could not show any nervousness or remorse to Roxas, as that would be seen as weakness. He opened his door and stepped into the room, quietly shutting it behind him.
Inside the sanctity of his room, Axel allowed his body to relax. His posture fell, shoulders slumping forward, and he balanced his weight on one leg. He began the leisurely task of undoing the buttons on his dress shirt while gently kicking his shoes off. He hated all of the expensive things he had to wear around due to his position in society. He did not know why the Aristocracy insisted on wearing such uncomfortable clothing. He removed his shirt, thankful for the cool breeze that assaulted his now bare arms. He did not get long to enjoy it though, before he set to work on his frilly white undershirt. God, what he would give to be stark naked right then, but that was easier said than done. Underneath this shirt was another, and then he had to move on to his pants. Such a tiresome practice.
Finally, after much work on his part, Axel stood naked in his room, bare to all the elements that were present. It was pleasant, but short lived. He had to go to Roxas, who should be prepared at that point. Reluctantly, the redhead moved to his wardrobe, opening it fully to view all of the articles inside. After a small debate, he decided on a simple gray tunic accompanied by loose-fitting black trousers. After pulling his boots back on, he returned to the door that he had entered from, exiting into the hallway.
Will he even notice that I have changed?
He mused silently to himself, not particularly concerned about the matter, but needing to be distracted.
No... I really doubt he would...
He came to the door of the cerulean bedchambers, knowing that the blonde was waiting on the other side. Aerith stood outside the door, apparently waiting for her master.
"Aerith? Is there a problem." The pretty brunet fidgeted under his gaze.
"N-No, sir... It's just that... He had no idea... He thought he was meant to work in the kitchen or fields... I explained it to him, even if vaguely, but please, I ask you to be gentle? He's so... Fragile..." Axel forcefully covered up a wince. He had not expected this at all.
"Oh my... Thank you for telling me, Aerith. You may return to your normal duties." She bowed respectfully, and scampered off.
Axel sighed, slightly frustrated with the new development. He had assumed that the boy was a virgin, but he also assumed that the boy had been told of his position, as most of his type were. This would most definitely complicate things. Releasing one more sigh, Axel steeled himself for what was to transpire.
Upon entering the room, Axel was met with a rather incredulous looking blonde, attempting to hide himself under the thick comforter on the bed. Axel couldn't hide the small smile that the sight brought to his lips. He simply looked so cute, all bundled up like that. He walked quietly to the bed, and gently lifted the covers from the small form, which trembled slightly when it was exposed.
Axel's adoring gaze was met with and icy-blue glare.
"Well now, you look awfully unamused. And under-dressed, I cannot help but notice," Axel pointed out briskly, noting that the lacey monstrosities were lying on the floor on the other side of the room. No, he did not particularly care what Roxas was wearing, or any bed partner, to be honest. It was somewhat like a test of will, really. Roxas had passed with flying colors, but that could prove to be a negative thing. If his will was too strong, Axel would be inclined to break it...
The blonde emitted an angry sound from his throat, and Axel assumed it was meant to be a growl.
"Oh? It seems that Aerith informed you of what you are here for. I assume that that is why this anger is being displayed? But surely you must have had some idea of what you were meant to do." The blue eyes only filled with more hatred, growing colder, but not wavering. Axel accepted the challenge.
"Well, regardless, you are mine, and I do plan on getting my money's worth out of you." Roxas made the same feral noise, still not breaking the eye contact. "Take off that gown." The younger made a strange noise, somewhat like a cough and laugh at the same time.
"I will do not. What makes you think that I will listen to you. I am not tied, you can not drag me," The blonde stated defiantly, looking rather proud of his retort. Axel couldn't muffle the harsh bark of sarcastic laughter that made the boy on the bed jump.
"Is that right? I am afraid that you underestimate me. I advise you to look at the odds against you. I am at least twice your stature, and most definitely stronger. I do not need a rope to drag such a miniscule creature as yourself. However, I do not intend to pull you around. No, that was simply an easily offered opportunity at the time, and I took advantage of it. But we are inside my home now, and I have many things at my disposal that I could very easily use to punish you." His Azure eyes widened slightly at that, before regaining the icy hatred they had held before. Axel could read the dare, and he was very willing to take it.
"I am not scared of your word, not your dresses." The boy spat out nastily. Axel could taste the venom dripping from every word, despite how misplaced the words may be.
"Do you honestly think I am referring to those lacey disasters? Despite how hideous they may be, I doubt that they would make for much of a punishment, embarrassment aside." He gestured lazily to the discarded lingerie as he spoke. Roxas showed the first sign of hesitation, glancing about the room before pulling his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them protectively. "Are you still going to refuse." He received no response, only the blonde's ever-powerful glare. The statement 'glaring daggers'...
And the trademark stubbornness rears it's head...
Axel sighed. He had known it would likely come to this, but had desperately clung to the hope that it would not.
"Very well." Axel turned on his heal, walking swiftly to the door. Opening it slightly, he called for Leon. The brunette appeared quickly. Axel made his request, and the scarred man nodded, going down the hall. Axel did not like what he was about to do, but he refused to have his authority questioned. He was going to prove to Roxas that he did indeed own the blonde, and if pain was necessary to achieve that, so be it. He turned back to the blonde in question, steeling his gaze to conceal any weakness. He was not left to stare for very long.
As was to be expected of Axel's most trusted slave, Leon returned quickly, holding the requested item in his hands. Axel offered a quick thank you, which was returned with a small bow. He then closed the door, and slowly turned to face the blonde.
The crop had the desired affect. Roxas' eyes widened considerably, and Axel noticed that his full bottom lip trembled. He hoped this would be enough to deter the younger.
"I will ask you one more time. Will you take them off?" Axel saw the way that his crystal-blue eyes wavered at the question, but, after a moment of deliberation, the blonde shook his head. Axel sighed internally, but knew he had to act fast. Yes, he could overpower the smaller, but it was easier if he wasn't flailing his limbs and screaming.
Before he could properly react, Axel yanked the blonde to the ground. He let out a sharp yelp as he hit it. Axel, not wanting to give the boy a chance to comprehend, swiftly brought the whip down. Honestly, he didn't hit him very hard, but Roxas shrieked in pain, cradling his now-red arm. Axel brought it down again, but with less force, hitting lower in hopes that it would lessen the impact. The blonde cried out again, and tried to crawl away, but his attempt was unsuccessful. Axel took a small step forward and struck his lower back. Roxas gave a withering scream, falling again. Axel prepared to bring it down again, but was cut off.
"I-Itai! Yamero! Yamero! Onegaishimasu! (2)" Axel stopped his hand in midair. He did not need to speak the boy's language to understand the pleading tone he was using. Each word came out as a desperate sob, and Axel felt a sharp pain in his heart.
The blonde looked up, his eyes red from already-fallen tears, and glassy from the tears yet to fall. He gazed up at Axel, the lingering fear still obvious on his tear-stained face. Axel decided to give him some time to make a decision. He was sure the blonde knew his options, but he was not sure of which the boy would pick. Would he choose to cling to his last bit of pride, and take the blows again, or would he allow himself to be shamed and undress. Though he made a point of seeming indifferent, Axel truly hoped it would be the latter. He was desperately trying to convince himself that it was not his fault that the blonde was in this state, despite how false that was.
Roxas looked from his crumpled body to the crop, then sat up, with a bit of difficulty. Axel raised an eyebrow. Surely he had to be kidding, pride couldn't be that important to the boy...
Slender hands moved to the strings at the top of the gown, and pulled the sloppily done bow apart.
Ah... So he's relented. Thank the Lord...
Axel couldn't cover the small smile that this caused, but it quickly returned to normal.
The shame and humiliation was utterly apparent on the soft features of Roxas' face, though he turned it away quickly. After he had untied the top, his hands fell to the hemline, but then froze. Axel wasn't sure what was going through the blonde's head, but he had yet to relinquish the crop. Baby-blues looked up to meet acid-green eyes. Axel could sense the fear, but didn't understand. All that he had demanded was that the gown be removed...
"Get on with it. Or did you change your mind?" He hadn't meant to snap it, but Roxas gasped at the harsh sound of the question, shaking his head frantically.
"P-please... I can not..." Was all the blonde offered, aside from the most pathetic look Axel had ever seen. Should he help? Was this a serious plea? Looking at Roxas, his gaze softened.
"I suppose I can help a bit. This is your first time after all." He bent down on one knee, in front of Roxas, and wrapped his fingers around the hem of the rough fabric. A look of what seemed to be gratitude crossed the younger's face, but it was replaced too quickly anger for Axel to be sure.
"Put your arms up." Though obviously miffed, Roxas did as instructed, allowing Axel to lift the gown over his head. Though momentarily obscured by the cloth of the gown, green was quickly met with blue once again. " There's a good boy." Axel attempted in praise, but the blonde did not respond, other than his face contorting to hide a scowl.
Axel looked down, swiftly learning that the boy was completely naked. Axel let his eyes roam. Yes, he had seen him in the building, but he had not really gotten to LOOK at him. Candlelight can only provide so much visibility.
To say that he was gorgeous was a very very large understatement. He was perfectly skinny, his skin tight across small, toned muscles. His stomach was flat and smooth in appearance. His arms and legs were thin, no excess fat to make them seem too big. He noticed that the creamy white skin that was around the blonde's face and arms was beginning to take on a rather reddish tint.
"You are awfully red." He withheld a chuckle as the one in question got redder.
"Damare. (3)" Roxas offered lowly, looking away. Again, Axel didn't need to speak Japanese to guess what had been said.
"I can guess from your tone that you just said something nasty." He pointed out. The blonde visibly jumped, then eyed the discarded crop with contempt and fear.
"I-I... Um..." Axel took pity on the poor thing.
"I am not going to hit you again, so long as you listen." He reassured the younger. He decided to pretend like he hadn't heard the sigh of relief that the blonde accidentally released. "Now come here." He commanded lightly, beckoning to the blonde. Roxas hesitated, looking at him uncertainly. Axel tried to force himself to stay calm and menial, but his annoyance was growing at this point.
"I said come here. Now." With that, the boy was moving, crawling closer to close the short distance between them. Axel could tell that he was still feeling a bit of lingering pain, but that was honestly a good thing. Hopefully that would keep him from disobeying.
The blonde was quickly before him, and he sat, looking unsure of what was expected of him. Axel chose not to leave him to suffer through it, and reached out for him. He picked him up easily, finding that Roxas weighed next to nothing, and sat him delicately on his lap, facing away. He then wrapped his arms around the small frame affectionately, ignoring the sound of surprise from the receiving party.
"I am sorry. I do not like to hurt you. Really, sadism is a very unattractive trait to me. However, I am not one to put up with disobedience. I am not going to make an exception for you, no matter how much I may want to. So please, I will ask you now, do not ever give me a reason to have to do that again." He explained his actions quietly, whispering in the boy's ear. He felt the small shiver that the blonde tried to hide, but again chose to ignore it, on the other's behalf.
He did not wait for a response, opting to hook an arm under the blonde's legs and lift him up instead. He was a bit surprised that Roxas did not fight against the feminine position he had been put in, but decided that he must have learned the lesson the first time.
He brought him to the bed, laying him down gently, as if he were suddenly very fragile. He could read the sarcastic annoyance in the blue eyes that stared up at him, but ignored it. He smiled when those eyes snapped shut in anticipation of what was to come. Axel climbed into the bed, hovering over the small blonde.
"Are you alright?" The eyes snapped back open to offer an incredulous look. "Sorry, I suppose that is a stupid question. Are you ready? …Wait. That is just as dumb... Hmm..." Axel chose to simply stop talking, and leaned down in an attempt to kiss the full lips underneath him.
He was, of course, rejected. Roxas turned his face away, refusing to give himself up. Axel waited, wondering what he was to do, but his dilemma was solved when, for reasons unknown to the him, Roxas turned back, a look of resignation on his face though his eyes were closed. Axel was glad that he seemed to have relented, not wanting a reason to have to bring him harm again. He brought his face down again, this time finding his target.
Oh, the sensation of the boy's lips upon his own, words could not describe. The soft, smooth texture was enough to push him to the brink of what could be called animalistic insanity. It was nearly torturous to take this slowly, as every moment pushed Axel's resolve closer to shattering.
Roxas gasped, and Axel thanked the heavens for the excellent opportunity. He pushed his tongue inside before the blonde could close his mouth again. Roxas reacted quickly, pushing frantically against the chest that had him pinned, but to no avail. Axel refused to allow the boy the freedom to move away.
Roxas, obviously sensing defeat, sighed in acceptance. Axel smirked at his victory, taking the chance to plunge his tongue in further, much to the blonde's distress. The boy beneath him moaned in what Axel assumed was displeasure, though he wished it was arousal, because he was feeling a bit of that himself. In his excitement, he managed to shove his tongue in even deeper, surprising even himself.
Roxas apparently did not like this, and he was quick to show his opposition. He thrust his tongue up against Axel's, much to the redhead's surprise. He couldn't stifle the sound of surprise that the blonde elicited from him, but his mouth swiftly formed a smirk. Roxas pushed again, forcing Axel to retreat slightly, then simply went limp.
Axel would have none of this, not after the vast improvement that had just been shown. He pushed back in, just as far as he had been originally. The blonde growled in frustration, and pushed again. Axel acted quickly, wrapping his tongue around the smaller one, forcing it to fight with his own in a vain attempt at dominance. It was obvious that the blonde was displeased, but that did not stop the quiet moan that escaped into Axel's mouth. The redhead grinned once more before breaking the kiss and taking a deep breath of air. The blonde beneath him gasped desperately, which caused Axel to chuckle.
"Well now, I most certainly was not expecting that." Axel stated matter-of-factually, leading the blonde to flush a delicate pink color while he threw the older an icy glare. "Still, it was a nice surprise, so I suppose that you deserve a reward." The glare slowly melted into a curious stare, which followed Axel to the door. He opened it gently, and poked his head out.
"Aerith?" He called lightly. After waiting for a few seconds, the brunette appeared, and he quickly gave her his order. She nodded, and then scurried off to the kitchen. Axel waited patiently for her to return, oblivious to the dilemma that the blonde behind him was facing. When he was handed the requested items, he offered a quick thanks, then turned to the boy on the bed, smiling.
He was met, rather unexpectedly, with a harsh, untrusting glare. Not quite sure what had brought this anger about, he simply revealed the cookies that he had gotten for the boy. The glare immediately shifted to a look of absolute, ravenous hunger. Chuckling, Axel brought the plate to the bed, and sat it on the blonde's lap. The boy looked up, as if in question.
"Go ahead. They are for you." And that seemed to be the only reassurance needed. The blonde quickly shoved them into his mouth, devouring them at a speed Axel had not believed existed. "Slow down! You act as though you have not eaten in days!" Already finished, the boy in question looked back up, the thoughts behind those blue eyes pretty obvious. "Have you eaten?"
It was a simple question, but the answer stung a bit at Axel's already-weak conscience.
"I do not know." Axel cursed internally. He knew what his response would be, but he could not help but be angered. Of course he would feed the boy, but he was not pleased at all about the interruption. He sighed.
"Very well. I suppose that this can wait. You need to be bathed anyway. Put your clothes back on." The blonde looked at him incredulously. Axel realised that it must have sounded pretty hypocritical, considering what they had just had an argument over, not ten minutes ago. This wasn't, however, up for a debate. "Go on." he demanded, a bit harsher than he had meant to. Roxas seemed to get the hint, and crawled to the floor, making his way to where the discarded gown lay. Axel didn't miss the flush that the boy's skin took on, but ignored it as the blonde scuttled to his side. Axel looked at the gown in distaste, realising how ghastly it truly was.
"...We will go and get you proper clothing tomorrow. I will find you a nightgown for tonight. Follow me." And he did, just slightly behind. Though the redhead was a bit disappointed, he did not bring the matter up. He lead Roxas to the kitchens, and then cleared his throat to get the attention of the maids and cooks inside.
"Hello everyone. This is Roxas. He is going to be living with us from now on. I am sorry to ask this, but could you please feed him? He probably has not seen any food for several days." Several of the women looked worriedly at the blonde, and then offered only nods. "That is all I need at the moment. Please make sure he is well fed." He then took his leave, trusting the boy to his slaves. They would take good care of him, seeing as he was one of them.
This reassurance in mind, Axel went to see his tailor. Yes, he had one on his estate. He had bought her to work in the kitchen, but quickly found that she had a knack for sewing. He now relied on her for any alterations he needed on his own clothing, as well as making clothes for the other slaves, should the need arise. This was why he was here.
"Namine." The pale-blonde girl looked up from the shirt that she was currently working on, and smiled in a friendly manner.
"Yes, master?" He smiled back. He had always liked Namine, from the start. She was very calm, and seemed to make the best of any situation she was put into.
"I apologize for interrupting, but I need a bit of help." She nodded, and put the shirt down before standing.
"What can I do?"
"I need a nightgown. It's for a young boy, your age, actually. He's close to your size too. Do you have anything?" He was straight to the point, but she took it in stride, nodding.
"Of course. Just a moment." With that, she plunged her torso into a large wardrobe. Emerging several seconds later, she walked over to Axel, bringing him a small, light blue gown.
"Will this do?" She held it up, showing that it was just slightly too long to fit her own form.
"Yes, this is perfect, thank you." He took it in his hand, bowing slightly.
"I am simply doing my job. Tell me if you need anything else." She curtseyed, and Axel took his leave, smirking to himself.
Roxas would definitely look stunning in the pale-blue.
