Title: B: Blue Boy
Pairing: Roxas/Axel
Category: Romance, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Obviously, not mine.
Notes: Thank you to my beta, Koushii.

You wanted a boy.

A boy who could make you forget, forget everything. When drugs and alcohol failed, you turned to sex. Many women threw themselves at you, but you didn't want women. They never brought you satisfaction. Sure you got off, but it still felt like you needed more. Your body and mind were never truly sated. You wanted someone to pierce through your heart, to make you bleed. You hoped that you could bleed out the pain just so you could feel; feel anything since countless murders had drained you of almost all emotion. So you chose to find something different this time, and you got yourself a boy.

When you walked into Blue Boy, you knew what to expect. Xemnas told you stories, stories of those boys who would do whatever you wanted. And that was exactly what you needed. He let you have a few days off. After all, you're his best hit man, never failed a mission. Your boss had you do many assignments and was proud of you. Only Xemnas didn't know that this was what made you feel like shit. And Xemnas didn't know that what he had wanted from Blue Boy was far from what you wanted.

A grungy fat man looks up at you from behind a rotting desk. He grunts.

"How much you got?" he asks, breath reeking of alcohol and stale cigarettes.

You pause and swallow, "How ever much it takes."

The clerk bares his yellow decaying teeth in what appears to be a smile.

"I know someone who's perfect for you"

You follow him down the hall past a series of doors; doors that hold secrets concealed within their rooms. The sounds of moaning and screaming fill the dark hall.

A blood-red door lies at the end of the hall with a series of locks on them. You swallow nervously as the clerk unlocks each.

When the door opens, he walks in and switches on the light. You gasp at the sight before you. There in the center is a young boy tied up half naked on a four poster bed. He looks almost bored.

"This is Roxas, our best whore," the clerk says with a grin that could kill a rat. Disgusting.

Roxas appears to be much younger than you, somewhere in his early twenties. His light brown hair sticks up oddly, yet no odder than your own. Anxiously, you walk up to him, nervously playing with your own hair. The clerk shuts the door. Roxas stares at you blankly, his bright blue eyes already piercing your through your skin. He will do.

Cautiously you crawl onto the bed and he doesn't move. He obediently stays still, eyes fixed on you. You decide to untie him. He doesn't seem to care whether you do or not, but his eyes still follow your every move. The rope pools around him and his hands drop to the mattress, his wrists chaffed and slightly bleeding.

You take your long leather coat off and lay it beside you, staring at his wrists. Roxas catches you and raises his hands up to cup your face and pull your gaze away. His smile is sad and full of stories.

"What's your name?" he asks politely.

"Axel," you breathe as a finger caresses your strong jaw line.

He smirks and slowly pushes you down, straddling your bony hips.

With a sigh, he tilts his head back and grinds his ass onto your groin. "Axel..."

You begin to feel the first stages of bliss. You harden at the way he says your name and you roughly grab his hips, forcing him down. Unable to take his slow movements against your crotch, you take dominance and flip him over, pressing your body against Roxas's own.

All the anxiety slips away as you begin to ground down onto him, your ears seeking more of that sweet voice. The need to hear him say your name like that again is hard to control. His neck glistens in the poor light and you can't stand to see it bare. He moans softly while you start to lick, suck and bite his neck. In that moment you push your hips down, your erection almost bruising into his. A hiss escapes your lips and you can't wait to fuck him now.

Roxas almost senses your desperation and lust. This beautiful, blue eyed, brunet boy smiles innocently at you and sits up, leaning back to expose his taut torso in a tease. Frustrated, you yank off your shirt as he leisurely undoes your pants and then his own. Clothing is flung around the room; his naked body is pressed up against you before you get a chance to breathe.

A small laugh escapes his lips when you shakily begin to touch his body. You don't have much experience with a man's body, other than your own, and it clearly shows. Your eyes narrow in concentration as you grasp his arousal in your hand. His quiet laughter turns into a loud gasp and he moans when you begin to stroke him. Your left hand slowly crawls down and you insert a finger into his warm body.

"Oh!" he cries in surprise.

It's the last coherent thing he says the rest of the night.

..&..

On the second day, you walk into the room with a bit more confidence. Roxas is tied up as usual but his expression of boredom has slightly diminished.

When you untie him, he rubs his wrists lightly and creeps towards you smiling mischievously.

Heat begins to crawl up your neck at the realization of what's to come. You feel the hard wood of the headboard dig into your back uncomfortably but suddenly it doesn't seem to matter.

He slips off your long leather coat and it falls around you, surrounding you like a black snow angel. He slowly slides down your pants zipper, and guides your cock to his lips.

Roxas is amazing.

The last thought you have before passing out from your orgasm is the curiosity of how he would taste.

..&..

The third day comes and you nearly trip several times, running all the way to Blue Boy. You almost miss the look of excitement in Roxas's eyes when you enter the room. Instead of untying him, you shrug off your jacket onto the floor and crawl onto the bed as he did the other day. Having never done this before, you take your time. You're nervous and want to make this feel as amazing as you felt yesterday.

You first begin to tease his nipples, alternating between sucking and biting them for a while until he is writhing so badly on the bed you playfully threaten to bind his legs. Roxas laughs and jokingly replies how kinky you sound. You smirk and kiss his chest, trailing your tongue downwards until you meet the waistband of his pants.

When you take him into your mouth, you find it exhilarating. The heat, the smell, and the taste turn you practically to putty. You start to memorize the feel of him in your mouth and enjoy it so much you don't realize you start to take more and more of him into your mouth. You press your tongue hard up against the underside of his cock as you lightly rake your nails on each of his thighs. Roxas moans so deeply you can almost feel the vibrations of his voice inside your mouth.

You bury your nose in his soft curls and inhale deeply, a muffled groan encasing the hardness filling your mouth. It surprises you when you notice you have successfully managed to take in all of his length, the head rubbing against the back of your throat.

He whimpers and whispers, "Fuck... have you done— ah!"

You cut his question off when you pull back, sucking lightly. Your hand grasps his wet cock to temporarily compensate for your mouth.

"No," you answer simply, locking your eyes with his and circling the head with your tongue.

You continue to please him through the night and when his come splatters the back of your throat, you swallow eagerly making sure none of it escapes your lips. It isn't until the third time you go down on him that you come along with him, untouched, you were so turned on.

Hours pass and Roxas demands weakly that you untie him. As soon as the ropes fall, he slumps into the mattress pulling you slightly on top of him and passing out. You smile and spoon him against you fading into unconsciousness with him.

..&..

It's the fourth day and you decide to bring him something. In your hand is a small bag of various sweets. You remember the day when Roxas gave you that amazing blowjob, he said your skin was addicting and tasted as sweet as sugar. While you were in the candy shop ready to check out, you were so absorbed in thought about his lips that the cashier had to call you several times. You blushed furiously handing her your things to pay.

The cashier giggled at your flustered face asking if these were for your girlfriend. Not knowing what to say you grinned and shrugged as you paid for your items and left. The night is warm and you left your coat at home to enjoy the pleasant breeze as it ghosts across the thin material of your cotton shirt. At the moment, you feel more alive than you have felt in ages.

You practically throw the door open in absolute excitement to see him, touch him and taste him. However, when you call his name cheerfully from the doorway, hoping to see his brilliant eyes light up, you sense something is very wrong.

You're used to him being tied up each time you visit him, but what you aren't used to are the numerous cuts and bruises that now cover his body. And you are definitely not used to seeing him angry, hurt and scared.

He looks at you and quickly turns his head, wincing when the ropes dig painfully into his wrists. You cross the room slowly; the bag in your hand falls to the floor forgotten. When you reach the bed you immediately go to untie his wrists. He flinches at your touch.

"Roxas," you say, concerned, whispering quietly so you don't frighten him.

Your soothing voice calms his erratic breathing and you climb onto the bed, undoing the ropes. You collect him in your arms and lean against the headboard, gently drawing him against your chest. He fights weakly against your embrace but caves in when you begin to lightly caress his injured skin.

At length he spoke, his voice quiet. "Normally, when someone does this," he pauses, drawing in a shaky breath, "the others will just come to hurt me more."

You stiffen in anger thinking of how many times this probably has happened. Countless men like Xemnas have probably done this to Roxas; leaving him broken and bleeding all the time.

You don't trust your voice so you decide instead to show him that you would never mean him harm. When you slowly reach for his face with your hand, you feel the wetness of escaped tears touch your fingertips. Cautiously, you turn his head to meet yours and tilt your head to bring your lips carefully to his quivering ones. It's a sweet, chaste kiss that ends just as quickly as it began.

Roxas is surprised at the kiss but his eyelids quickly grow heavy with exhaustion. Soon you follow him into a peaceful slumber and the beat of your hearts match each others in a perfect rhythm.

..&..

Five days have passed since you first met Roxas. As you make your way over to Blue Boy, your long coat dragging over wet cobblestone, you slowly begin to realize that you truly, deeply care for him. It almost terrifies you. You didn't expect to fall for someone so quickly and you didn't expect to fall for a whore. But it doesn't matter because what matters is that you do care for him. You're almost positive that others have fallen for him in the past. That others have tried to pursue a relationship of some sort only to be shot down. You don't want to be another one of those pathetic men.

But what worries you the most is how he feels for you.

Roxas, for a change, is not tied to the bed. Instead, he's frantically pacing around the room, oblivious to your entrance. There's a small duffel bag sitting near him while he paces. You clear your throat and he nearly jumps out of his skin. He stops in his tracks and turns to you, his gaze fixed on the floor.

He abruptly informs you that he's going to run away from Blue Boy.

You're in shock, standing stupidly in front of the door, an expression of surprise on your face. When you ask why he looks up and stares you in the eyes.

"Isn't it obvious?" he says flatly.

Yes, you think. Years and years of men controlling your body would drive anyone away. You don't blame him for trying to escape from this nightmare. Unfortunately you realize that if he goes... you suddenly feel something inside you break at the thought. I would miss you, you think sadly to yourself. It's too late; you already care about him so much. But if he wants out of Blue Boy, you will respect that. This way is better for him.

Sadly, you nod and turn to the door but he grabs your arm.

Roxas is shaking and he pulls your hand to cradle his face. You turn to face him and he closes his eyes and whispers carefully.

"Come with me."

In that moment you understand. Understand that he too cares for you, cares enough to want to be with you. Immediately you pull him towards you, embracing him against your chest. He looks up at you with those brilliant blue eyes and cups your face with his warm hands. His tongue darts out to nervously lick his lips as he stands on his toes, bringing your lips to meet in a light kiss.

The feel of his mouth pressing warmly against yours causes your knees to practically buckle. He pulls away with uncertainty and blushes profusely. You can't let it end so quickly like before and you pull him firmly back against your mouth. Your lips crash together a little violently and you color at your eagerness. He chuckles against your mouth and his breathe tickles your sensitive lips.

Slowly, you feel Roxas backing you up against the bed. He pushes you down and moves lightly on top of you. When your lips meet again, it's so gentle it's almost as if it's not there. But this soon becomes unbearable and you both begin to grow eager. You part your lips in a sigh and he is there inside, his tongue tasting you curiously and cautiously. It's bliss, he tastes wonderful as you slide your tongue against his. It's smooth and velvety and he makes you moan into his mouth. His hands cup the sides of your face, playing with the soft spikes of your crimson hair. Fingers caress your cheek bone and nails scrape gently against your scalp. It's mesmerizing and intoxicating and yet you want more.

You slide your own hands up underneath his loose shirt, relishing the heat that radiates off his bare skin. Your fingertips lightly trace circles on his skin as your tongues do wicked things to each other. Time passes as you each kiss with a leisurely passion, conveying care in every touch of your lips.

When you both finally pull away, dizzy and drunk off each other, you help each other up and sneak out through the back door. You take him to your place, a small one bedroom apartment, perfectly hidden from the world.

Later that night, you both sit on your couch munching on snacks. You suggest that you both should run away to another city, far away from Blue Boy and Xemnas's Organization. He agrees enthusiastically and you tell him that you'll go to Xemnas tomorrow and ask to retire.

Night comes and you both fall asleep wrapped up in each other's arms on the soft couch watching late night cartoons. A window is left open but you both are warm.

..&..

"As you wish," Xemnas says with a slow smile.

You nearly choke out your thank you in absolute surprise. He agreed so easily, there has to be a catch. You pause after you bow in respect to the man who had protected you long ago. He had saved you when you were seven, he was twenty.

You hid inside a closet when your parents and older sister were murdered by a mysterious man in a black trench coat. After the screams died down, you heard retreat. Then another man in a black trench coat came bursting through gasping at the scene. You whimpered, knowing that everyone was dead, and certain that this new man would kill you. But instead, he wandered to the closet and found you. The cloaked man took you into his arms and since then, you looked up at Xemnas as your older brother.

Now, at the age of twenty six, you wait for his voice to continue but it doesn't. Excitement fills you but you maintain your composure as you turn around and walk towards the door. Your hand barely touches the door knob when a snicker fills the air from Xigbar and Xemnas does break his silence.

"On one condition…" he states calmly.

You turn around cautiously knowing you should have expected him to pull something like this.

He gets up from his chair and strolls towards you down the empty room. He places an arm around you and holds up a black folder; another mission.

"Last one," Xemnas smiles slyly, "and I think you'll find this one far better than the others. It's more…personal."

He opens the folder and you gasp. You've heard rumors but never in your life would you think Xemnas would want you do hunt down this person.

"Yes, Axel. I want you to hunt down and bring me back my brother, Ansem. After that, you have my word that I will no longer contact you for further jobs."

You shakily reach out and take the folder, staring at the picture of the man who looks exactly like your boss. Unevenly you ask why. He laughs and says, "You mean you haven't figured out that this is the man who murdered your family?"

Anger suddenly fills you and you understand. You understand that your anger and desire for revenge alone would be enough to hunt down this supposed impossible man. But then in the back of your mind you think of Roxas and just how dangerous this mission will be. Even though Xemnas has faith in you, you still know that this could be the time where you would break and fail a mission.

Accepting your assignment, you walk back home. You dread the conversation you will have with Roxas when he finds out you will be gone for a few days, or maybe even a few weeks.

..&..

The smell of a freshly baked pie assaults your senses as soon as you walk in the door. It seems that Roxas cooked you a nice meal and managed to cover his self head to toe in flour. He kisses you gingerly on the lips to welcome you home and you feel guilty that you have to tell him the news.

You do tell him the conversation you had between you and Xemnas. Roxas knows what you must do and knows that with this last mission, you are free. They save the best for last. Which, of course, is also the most dangerous.

He gets angry but only because he's scared.

He asks when you are leaving and you reply tomorrow, looking at the kitchen floor and toeing some loose flour on your boot. Roxas begins to take off his apron and walks over to you.

"Then let me give you something to take with you."

That night he takes you over and over but you know now that this is more than just a fuck for either of you. No, this is that fabled thing known as making love, and it is the sweetest feeling you have ever known.

..&..

When you leave that morning you leave a note to Roxas telling him that if he feels threatened or like he's being followed there are a few places he can go, where you have acquaintances that will help him out should he mention your name. You also let him know that all of your messages to him can be taken from a woman named Tifa in a pub called "One Winged Angel."

You pause at how to sign your name. Should you write "Love, Axel" or "Sincerely, Axel?" You ponder several closings until you get a headache and simply settle with just "Axel" at the bottom.

Sadly, you stand over his sleeping form and lightly kiss him goodbye promising that you will come back.

..&..

Two weeks have passed and you finally find Ansem.

It's been two weeks of absolutely nonstop hunting and you finally find him. Some days it felt like all that kept you going was the thought that as soon as you finished you could finally return home and be with Roxas. When you find Ansem you beat him mercilessly, furious at the murderer of your family and frustrated at how long this mission took.

You drag his broken ass back to Xemnas who congratulates you and says that he will miss you, and to keep in touch. He sends you away with an ample amount of munny saying you need it more then he does. You nod and thank him again; he laughs and pulls you into a surprising hug whispering that he is proud of you. Uncomfortably you smile and begin to walk away from the sounds of blood splattering the walls, screams of agony and Xemnas laughing maniacally.

..&..

Finally you arrive home. It feels so good to walk up the three flights of steps because you are so close to returning to your lover's arms. At the door you notice the additional number lock and smile. Roxas wasted no time in installing it. You punch in the combination for the new lock making sure to give each number a firm push.

The door opens and you take in a deep breath. It smells wonderful, there's a plate of fresh cookies out on the kitchen table. You sneak one and it melts into your mouth divinely. If there's one thing that Roxas is talented at, outside of the bedroom, it is cooking. You tried to cooking before, bought all the how-to books, but still failed miserably, covered in a pile of broken eggs shells and corn starch. A smile lights up your face and you cross the room, eager to clean up before crashing into bed.

The shower soothes all your aching muscles yet you waste no time to idling in the jets of hot water. You're far too impatient and need the warmth of his arms. After toweling dry your hair, you walk into your room and your breath hitches.

Roxas lies on the bed; the sheets folded nicely across his bottom half, exposing his taut chest. His skin illuminates against the moon and glows at you, drawing you closer. His chest rises and falls and he mumbles something in his sleep and sighs, rolling over and exposing his sleeping face towards you. The bed dips and you crawl onto it, drawing the covers and shivering at the touch of silk against your bare chest. You'll find your heat soon.

"Roxas," you whisper gently.

His eyes pop open suddenly and he smiles radiantly.

"Axel!" he gasps and leaps into your arms causing the bed to creak loudly. You laugh at his eagerness and bend down to reclaim his lips.

Through out the rest of the night you both sleep soundly, sleeping peacefully for the first time in years.

..&..

Your bags are packed and you load your gummi ship, bringing as much as possible. The keys to the small apartment you called home for so many years are given back to the landlord and she smiles and nods in appreciation of your years of on time payment.

Once you're loaded on the ship Roxas asks where you are going to go. You say that there's a peaceful place called Traverse Town many miles and worlds away that you heard was lovely and quiet. Not too populated and not too noticeable.

You spend the next few days traveling and stopping at gummi ports and stop and go hotels. It's a fun trip and you even get the opportunity to stop at Radiant Garden to taste the famous Sea Salt ice cream bars.

When you finally reach Traverse Town you settle down in the Fifth District, a beautiful place lined with row homes. You buy a house on the spot with the munny you received from Xemnas and still have a lot left.

Over the next few weeks you buy nice furniture for your three bedroom home. Roxas decides that he would like to get a job at the local pastry and book shop for now. After thirteen years of hard service you choose to rest a bit.

..&..

One night when Roxas comes home from you work, you decide to set up a nice dinner for him. You get sushi take out and set it up on a blanket like a picnic in the living room. He walks in and grins; he loves that you remembered sushi is his favorite food.

After dinner you both lay in bed, sated and blissful. You've taken a liking to bottoming and as Roxas holds you, you understand why. You realize that you finally found what you wanted. It started out as lust but quickly formed into love. You realized all along you wanted to meet someone you could trust and lose yourself to, let them control you and guide you. You had been so sick of controlling others and their lives that you needed to feel what it's like to lose yourself, but it had to be to someone you trusted.

Roxas, on the other hand, was sick of being constantly controlled at Blue Boy and wanted someone to trust him enough to let him guide them.

You found Roxas and Roxas found you.

Slowly, you turn your head around and kiss him softly. When you pull away, he whispers something so quietly you almost miss it.

"I love you."

You gasp and smile, tangling your fingers into his hair and pulling him into another kiss. Softly you whisper the same words back to him.

When you both pull away, he speaks.

"It's weird, I feel like I've known you for along time. When we first met, there was something about you, I knew it. Perhaps in another life or universe or, you know, something like that… we did know each other."

It's a sweet thought and you agree with his statement. Yes, perhaps in another time somewhere you did know each other. And perhaps in that time you both made each other feel alive as well. Maybe you two had lost each other in that time but finally found yourselves here.

Notes: Makes you really wonder about AU's eh? I chose to call the "whore house" Blue Boy after a host club in one of my favorite BL mangas, Love Mode. It's wonderful. I command you to read it.