"Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor!"
To anyone passing by apartment 009, they would think the owner of that apartment was either completely insane or tone deaf. That wasn't the case for the crazy, loveable, blonde Demyx, he just enjoyed listening to his music as loud as possible. The blonde was overly energetic and full of sugar from his previous consummation of an energy drink. Demyx was warned by Axel not to drink them, but of course the blonde never listened to his best friend. It wasn't like Axel was certified health doctor, what does he know about the amazing effects of twelve tablespoons in one drink?
Box after box, Demyx pilled his and Axel's things away for the moving process. It was a lot easier than the red head made it seem. Demyx concluded that Axel only made a fuss about packing because he was lazy and hated getting off the couch to actually do work. There was a list of things Demyx already knew Axel would refuse to do, and packing was number one on the list. For once, Demyx was taking the responsibility of an adult in the situation and was doing the dirty work. Of course, Demyx was already planning on making Axel carry the boxes to the moving truck the day of the move.
Being wrapped up by his music and work, Demyx failed to notice his phone ringing only a few feet away from him. The little device was blinking rapidly as it vibrated and played a ridiculous song about a sitar. None of the alerts caught Demyx's eyes or ears, sadly it was an actual important call for once.
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"Come on, Sora. It's only a few more blocks down." Roxas hung up his cell phone for the third time as he got up off the curb.
"Are you sure that you have the right number?" Sora got up, taking Roxas's offered hand to stand back on the pavement.
"I'm positive. Demyx isn't the brightest crayon in the box, he probably lost his phone or turned it off." Roxas tried to reason, not accepting the fact that Demyx would ignore his call. The blonde began to walk in the direction of Demyx's apartment, leading Sora towards their safe house for the night.
"Maybe he's sleeping." Sora shrugged, trying to ignore the pain in his lower back as he walked.
"That's not possible, it's too early for him." Roxas kicked a rock and placed his hands in his pockets.
"Just trying to figure it out." Sora bit his lip, feeling another sharp pain bolt up his spine.
Roxas looked up from the sidewalk to see his older brother ready to bit his lip off. The blonde took his hands out of his pockets and wrapped an arm around the back of his brother's shoulders. Sora visibly relaxed when he let some of his weight fall on Roxas. Thankful that his younger brother remembered, Sora sighed and tried to walk without dragging himself.
"I almost forgot…about that." Roxas whispered, making Sora blush in shame. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." Roxas continued on, neglecting Sora's tears. He couldn't see the tears, not now, he needed to stay strong for his older brother. He couldn't let them fall apart right in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Please, don't blame yourself." Sora whispered back, only looking up as they crossed a street, praying that Demyx's apartment was coming up soon.
"I'm not blaming myself for what happened…I'm mad at myself for not being there for you when you needed me. Sora, you are always there for me when I get hurt. And than, the one time you need me I wasn't around.." Roxas sighed, starting to hate himself even more to think about what he was doing while his brother was being violated and abused.
"That's not true, Roxas. You're always there for me…and you're here for me now." Sora leaned his head on his brother's shoulder, feeling comfort from the simple action.
Roxas sighed and tried to remain calm. How could Sora say that? He was so forgiving and loving, Roxas was just self-fish and un-thoughtful. Sometimes, Roxas believed he didn't deserve Sora, that Sora was a blessing, some angel sent from heaven to save Roxas from this hell.
"Almost there, hold on…" Roxas whispered, letting his hand over Sora's shoulder brush Sora's upper arm.
"Okay." Sora sighed, feeling relived as they continued to walk along to empty streets.
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"Axel, you are one dirty boy." Demyx giggled to himself as he went through Axel's dresser drawer. The sitar player had found a mysterious book sitting on Axel's drawer under a pile of clothes. Demyx knew Axel didn't read and definitely didn't write, so out of curiosity Demyx flipped through the pages.
Seeing your hands move slowly down your own perfectly sculpted body made my mouth water and my pants tighten. I watched as you as kept your emerald eyes glued to my naked form, laid out on your bed, ready for you. You pinched your nipple quickly, closing your eyes. I turn around, lifting my backside up to temp you further. "Axel, take me…please." I would beg, moans soon to follow as you skim talented fingers down my bare back. "I'm going to fuck you into the next day, baby." You whisper to me, reaching around to give me a squeeze, urging me on even more. "Please, Axel…I can't take it anymore." I lean down on my elbows, sticking my perfectly rounded ass towards you again. "Anything for you, Roxy." You whispered again, this time leaned dangerously close to my ear. Both of your hips rest on my thin, narrow hips. I moan again as I feel your hot mouth harass the back of my neck. Soon one of your hands goes into my golden, blonde hair to pull my head back. "God, Axel…" I groan, you press yourself against my entrance. "Beg, I like the sound of it." You lick your lips, biting your lower lip in that sexy way of yours. "Please, Axel. Please, fuck me…Make me yours." I'd moan for you, enough to make you groan in my ear and enter me slowly.
Demyx closed the book quickly, suddenly feeling like he was really watching his best friend and his boyfriend go at it. Demyx placed the book where he found it, thanking god that nobody was home to see the scarlet blush on his pale face. The blonde was never going to look at Roxas the same again. But, he had to admit the boy sure as hell could write erotic novels.
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"Now, let's hope he's home." Sora sighed, letting out a short laugh of relive.
"He is…Axel said he was." Roxas reassured Sora, letting his older brother rest against the wall by Demyx's door. Fixing himself quickly, Roxas knocked loudly three time before waiting for any response. "Coming!"
"See." Roxas smiled down at Sora, only to have his heart clench. Roxas saw the pain in Sora's depressing features. He was in pain, possibly needed a doctor, but that was out of the question for now.
The sudden clinking and the knob turning caught both brothers attention, seeing a blonde with a mullet come into their vision. Demyx was smiling and looked kind of flushed when he opened the wooden door for them.
"Hey…Roxas?" Demyx titled his head and narrowed his eyebrows, bringing a hand up to rub his neck.
"Hey, Demy…Uhm, can me and Sora come in? We'll explain everything…" Roxas played with the hem of his shirt nervously before looking over at Sora.
"Yeah! Yeah, sure come on in." Demyx looked over as Roxas helped Sora in, this being the first time Demyx noticed Sora there. "Need help?" Demyx's once lit up eyes went into a more concerned and serious look, he already had a good idea on what happened.
"Yeah, if you don't mind…Can you carry Sora? Maybe on the couch, he really needed a bath but I'll run that." Roxas suggested, looking up at Demyx with pleading eyes.
"Yeah of course." Demyx offered a small smile and turned to Sora after closing, and locking, his front door.
Demyx let Roxas walk off to the bathroom, obviously to run Sora a bath. Demyx had Sora up in his strong arms, carrying the exhausted teen over to his gray, swirl designed couch. Sora winced slightly when Demyx accidentally brushed his backside, making Demyx flinch.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Demyx reacted, placing Sora down on the soft cushions.
"It's fine, Demyx…I'm just…I'll be fine." Sora waved off as he turned his body to lay sideways on Demyx's couch. Demyx looked down, not believing Sora's lie.
"Do you want something to drink? Water? Apple juice? Cola?" Demyx offered with a soft smile.
"Apple juice sounds really good right now." Sora smiled back, hearing the water running in the bathroom.
"Sweet! I'll be right back." Demyx grinned brightly before running off into the connected kitchen.
Roxas walked in a the same moment, seeing his brother on the couch made his heart hurt again. Roxas ran his fingers through his hair, fighting the urge to kiss Sora's forehead and cry about this being his fault. Sora looked up and reached a hand up to his brother, wanting comfort. Roxas nodded and sat down beside Sora, taking his brother's soft hand in his own. Sora blinked slowly, linking how Roxas was running his fingers over his skin.
"I really am sorry." Roxas placed a kiss on Sora's hand, feeling that guilt again.
"Roxy, it's fine…I'm okay, we're okay now." Sora smiled, looking back up again when Demyx walked in with a tall glass of apple juice.
"Here you go! I'll go check that bath for you." Demyx handed the glass to Sora, who had to take his hand away from Roxas to do so.
"Thanks Demyx." Sora sipped his juice and felt some soft of happy comfort from it. Roxas smiled, his brother did like apple juice.
"He knows about our father. He probably already has a good idea about why we're here." Roxas picked at the tiny threads on the couch as Sora looked ahead, drinking slowly.
"You told him?" Sora questioned quietly.
"No…Axel did, a while ago. It was one of the first times while me and him were dating…Axel was here and I didn't know Demyx was too. He heard me crying in Axel's room, f course he asked after I was gone." Roxas admitted.
"Oh…" Sora placed his glass down on the floor next to Roxas and pulled his brother closer to the couch.
"I love you, Sora." Roxas sighed, using both hands to bring Sora's head to his, both their foreheads touching.
"I love you too." Sora smiled, only looking up as Demyx came back into the room.
"The water is nice and hot," Demyx said happily, "Want me to carry you?" Demyx walked over next to the brothers, getting an affirmative as Roxas and Sora nodded a yes. "Good thing you're small and light." Demyx laughed, letting Sora wrap an arm around his neck, lifting the smaller boy.
"Haha, yeah right." Sora laughed, watching as Roxas followed them to Demyx's bathroom.
Demyx heard the fake laugh and felt bad for the poor kid, not really knowing what was wrong. One look at Roxas told the blonde that it was no laughing matter.
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Demyx sat at his islander with a cup of hot chocolate, listening to the sounds of Roxas and Sora in the bathroom. There was random movements in the warm water, followed by a few softly spoken words that Demyx couldn't make out. He knew Roxas was going to tell him after Sora had his bath and was most likely asleep, until than Demyx would wrap up his packing.
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"It hurts…" Sora winced, trying to press his fingers as softly as possible against his lower back.
Roxas frowned, reaching a suds covered hand to gently run over Sora's bare back that faced him. Roxas's hand slowly massaged Sora's stiff shoulders as the boy tried to relax his muscles.
"I'm so sorry…" Roxas whispered, closing his eyes.
"Roxas, I swear if you say you're sorry one more time, I'm going to smack you." Sora laughed half heartedly.
"I know, I know…I can't help it." Roxas bit his lip, tracing over a few bruises that decorated Sora's soft, delicate skin.
"Well, control it. I don't want you to be sorry, you had nothing to do with it happening." Sora tried to reason, giving up on reaching back and decided to relax against the wall of the tub.
"…Okay." Roxas yawned.
A few moments of silence passed between the brothers, letting them listen to Demyx clean up in the other room. Roxas idly played with Sora's damp hair, tracing his shoulders and skimming over the damaged skin their father caused. Roxas's heart doing another twist as Sora whimpered in pain when he shifted. No matter how much Sora told him not to be sorry, Roxas was more than sorry about this. Roxas was still blaming himself for this, he was responsible.
"I hope they're okay…" Sora sighed as the same time Roxas did.
"Tell me what you want." You command, again pulling my head back.
"I want you. I want you harder. I want you deeper. I want you faster." I begin to pant, losing myself to you.
"Good boy, tell me more." You push yourself half way in, making me tighten because I know that's how you like it.
"I want to make you feel good, Axel. I want to milk you of all the pleasure you're worth." I moan louder, I really do want more.
"Ugh, you're going to make me come early." You speak in that manly, husky voice of yours before laughing seductively in my ear.
