Roxas sighed. He was in the dark in his bedroom. Nearly a month had passed since the incident at the twin's party. Sora had become well-adjusted to his new home across the hall, but Roxas couldn't feel more lost. His life was going out of control. He could still feel the faint pain in his abdomen from what happened that night. Namine had been right about one thing at least: Roxas should've sought medical attention. But how could he? He couldn't fathom letting complete strangers cast downward glances full of pity and disgust upon his bruised and broken body. And to top it off, they would make him press charges and eventually his parents and the whole world would look at him with the same sympathetic stares. He couldn't live like that so he dealt with the pain and lived through it.

It's not like there was something he could do about it now.

Roxas talked Namine into letting him stay hidden in her home for the rest of the weekend and had her tell Riku that he was feeling extra hung over. He told her that Riku would understand but never mentioned that earlier that night the trio had sullied her pristine restroom with the delicate white powder. She was good to him in those most painful days and he felt guilty for keeping it a secret, but he couldn't bear to see her reaction to the news. Kairi was the partier, Namine was the nurturer.

He convinced his mother to let him stay home from school for the first three days and this really piqued Riku's interest. Roxas rarely ever had an absence so he knew something serious must've happened. Riku called him everyday during lunch hour and Roxas told his lover that he just thought he had come down with something. "Must be the flu," Riku answered quietly, finding it hard to believe him. "I can come visit you after school-" but Roxas would cut him off every time and tell his boyfriend that he needed to go to soccer practice. He told him one truth at least, that he could barely muster up the strength to get out of his bed. He assured Riku that he couldn't come near him because it would destroy the blonde if Riku had gotten sick too. Sick at the sight of his soiled, broken lover.

The second day he heard his door slam open and he threw the blankets over his face, his cheek still very bruised. He listened breathlessly as the footsteps drew nearer and stopped close to the bed. He felt it dip with weight and sighed when he heard Sora's obscene music from the headphones he always had wrapped around his neck. "What do you want?" But there was no reply, only the same footsteps retreating from his room and the sound of the door clicking into place. He removed the covers and saw all of his text books and notebooks piled neatly on the bed next to him with a stack of loose leaf paper on top. Sora brought him his missed assignments. The top sheet had a very familiar handwriting on it and Roxas held it in a shaky hand. It was a note from Riku and Roxas could easily tell that he still didn't buy the flu excuse but would let him take his time coming back to school and to him. This happened from time to time, like the last time Roxas told Riku that he didn't like the drugs. Riku got angry and shouted and slammed a locker and Roxas just left. It took him a whole week to forgive Riku for exploding on him like that when he was just showing concern for the older teen, but Riku gave the blonde his space and waited for his lover to find his way back into his open arms.

When Roxas did return to school, his bruise was still obvious even though he spent an hour in the mirror trying to cover it up with some of Elena's make up. He got it to look far less extreme than it was, but still couldn't effectively hide it so he donned one of Riku's sweatshirts that he had kept in his room. It was baggy on him and hung low and the hood actually hid most of his face from view. It was that moment that Roxas felt blessed for being short; this meant less people would be able to see his face well. He was relieved that the pain had become much more bearable in the four miserable days and he could almost walk without limping too noticeably.

Riku noticed. And Roxas watched as his boyfriends face dropped, the laughter melting from his voice when he caught the sight of him walking up to him his first morning back. Namine had a look of genuine surprise and slight mortification, and Kairi and Sora seemed not to notice.

"Hey." Roxas breathed. He had his mother drive him to school to avoid the long walk but the heavy backpack didn't help his limp. Riku looked him up and down and reached a hand up to his face, pushing the hood back off his face. Namine gasped and Kairi and Sora fell silent.

"Roxas... What the fuck?" Riku asked coldly, his eyes were ablaze with a flurry of emotion, mostly anger. "Is this what you were trying to hide from me?" He barely breathed the words and Roxas grimaced. "Who did this? I'll kill him."

That's when the lie first formed in Roxas' mind. "Riku, I... It happened at the party. I was... Someone jumped me. I don't remember who it was though." Roxas shared a glance with Namine who grimaced knowing he wanted her to go along with it. She knew everything, she knew exactly what happened and exactly who did it.

"I swear I'll find him, Rox. I'll-"

"Don't. What's done is done. There's nothing you can do to fix it." Roxas held his gaze to Riku's and his tone left no room for argument. "Except maybe carry my bag for me." Roxas smiled when the teal eyes softened and a small smile played across his lips. He handed the heavy bag to Riku and thanked him and Riku leaned down and kissed Roxas gently on the jaw and the blonde froze. At that exact moment Seifer had locked eyes with the blonde from down the hall and smirked at him, holding one finger up to his lips in a 'shh' pose. Riku looked puzzled at Roxas for a moment before placing a hand over his own mouth.

"Sorry, Rox, I already forgot about your injury." Roxas relaxed and held a hand to his bruised cheek and shook his head dismissing Riku. The days continued in a similar fashion. Riku would carry his books for him whenever possible and would try and keep some form of contact between the two. This kept Roxas on edge; he was still uncomfortable being touched by anyone. He felt guilt every time Riku leaned in to kiss him because he would just shake him off. He never hung out with him after school and never offered to stay late to watch his practices or games anymore. Riku figured it was just because he was still recovering from getting beaten up, but Roxas couldn't stand the thought of Riku kissing him and tasting him. Roxas would never be clean of Seifer ever again, and he couldn't stand it.

He felt haunted everywhere he went. Even his home no longer felt safe and he always found himself locking his bedroom and bathroom door behind him. He rushed through meals and no one seemed to notice. His mother only thought that he was uncomfortable with Sora being around, but Sora kept as much to himself as Roxas did. He felt like he needed to keep one eye open as he slept and would sit low in his desk to avoid standing out too much. He flinched anytime he saw blonde hair or heard footsteps behind him. His whole confidence had seemed to crumble and he could barely look at himself in the mirror anymore. When he did he hated what he saw.

He watched as the marks on his face slowly faded, Sora kept referring to them as "trophies" whenever they were the topic of conversation. Only Namine knew of the foot shaped bruise across his chest which took the longest to disappear. He checked it every day after his shower and grimaced as he watched it go from a deep purple to a nasty green and light yellow. Now, a month later, there were no physical signs of the incident, no more "trophies" to see.

Roxas looked to his door, the sound of footsteps coming from the other side. He could recognize them as Sora's and waited to hear his cousin's door open and close from across the hall. It never came though and instead the brunette opened Roxas' door and walked in.

"Roxas, I'm dying." Sora sat at the edge of Roxas' bed, staring off into nothingness. "This place is so dead."

"What are you talking about, Sora?" The boy fell back onto Roxas' bed, arms out next to the brooding blonde. He huffed slightly and looked to Roxas, his eyes narrowed.

"Aren't you bored?" Sora seemed on edge, much like Riku could at times. He also seemed a lot more alert and aware than usual. "There's nothing to do here. Back in Hollow Bastion there was always something to do." He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and checked the screen. He laughed lightly and texted something quickly before rolling over and looking at Roxas, an eerie excitement obvious in the deep blues. "Let's do something." Sora smirked and moved to straddle Roxas' hips. Roxas gasped and froze, fear rushing through him in an instant.

"Come out with me. It'll be fun." Sora whispered, his head nodding towards Roxas' window.

"S-Sora, I-I-"

"C'mon, you've been so down in the dumps, let's go have fun for once," Sora almost whined and grabbed Roxas' face. "It'll be our little secret." Roxas thought about this for a moment and move Sora's hands from his face.

"Where would we go?"

"I know a place, but you can't go dressed like that." Sora gestured towards Roxas' baggy black t-shirt and white sweats. He got up and walked over to Roxas' closet and looked inside. After a minute he clicked his tongue and shook his head. He moved on to his dresser and sighed at its contents. "Roxas your clothes are so gay, no offense." He picked up a light blue shirt and checked the tag, then a pair of jeans. "But you can wear some of my clothes; they should fit you just fine. Gimme a sec." Sora left the room only to return with a small pile of clothing. Roxas stared as Sora laid out skinny black jeans and a fishnet shirt.

"I'm not wearing that." Sora pouted as Roxas stared in disbelief at the garment.

"Fine, pick your own clothes, but don't blame me if you're stared at all night. And not in a good way." Sora winked and picked up his clothes. "Anyway, be ready in ten minutes," and with that he left the room. Roxas groaned wondering what he was getting himself into. He went to his closet and pulled out his favorite jacket and regular pants. A few simple accessories later and Roxas had on his favorite outfit. He had on his jacket with the checker pattern across the chest and over the shoulders, under this was another zip up that he wore closed. He had on pants that started out black but had a cream color sewn on at the thighs. He had on a thick bracelet and a few solid black and white rings to keep up the checkered theme. When Sora entered his room he hummed in mild approval.

"Not exactly what I was thinking, but I suppose that will work." He walked over to the blonde and tousled his hair a bit before he smiled. "I want you to look your best since you're meeting an old friend of mine." He bit his lip and Roxas went to ask who but Sora stepped back and turned to the window. Roxas looked confused for a moment when his cousin sat on the sill and swung his legs out the window. "See you in a sec." And just like that Sora pushed off the sill and out into the night.

Roxas rushed to the window and looked out into his front yard. He cursed under his breath and saw Sora brushing off his pants. "It's not that hard, I've jumped from higher before." Sora whispered loudly and gestured for Roxas to follow. Roxas shook his head and stared incredulously at his cousin. Sora gestured for him to follow and Roxas saw a set of headlight flash twice down the street. He groaned and checked the distance again before sitting on the sill, taking a deep breath and pushing off.

He landed awkwardly but didn't fall like Sora had. He stood amazed that he had actually snuck out the window of his room. Sora grabbed his wrist and rushed him to the edge of the yard and down the street. Sora hurried to the silver Lexus parked a good way away from the house and opened the back door and got inside, dragging Roxas in after him and reaching across the blonde to shut the door.

"This your cousin?" A husky voice came from the front seat as the car pulled off down the street. Roxas gaped at the man; he had pink hair and a beautifully cold face.

"Yupp, this is Roxas. What do you have for me? I've been out for a week." Sora said quickly, leaning into the back of the driver's seat and peering around the head rest.

"How are you out already? I sent you off with more than plenty. I got the usual shit, but I'm guessing you'll be wanting these." He held up a sandwich bag of small white pills. "I got some nice kush too if you're interested."

"How much?" Sora asked, taking two of the pills out of the bag and popping them in his mouth.

"The usual." The pink haired man purred and sent a wink towards Roxas in the rearview mirror. Roxas couldn't help but wonder what that meant. Sora leaned forward and whispered something in the man's ear and giggled. The man turned to look toward the blonde and said something back to Sora.

"Oh, Roxas, this is my very, very good friend Marluxia. I forgot to mention that." Sora sat back in the seat and sighed contently. "Did you want anything? He carries a lot of shit with him, maybe some blow for you?" Roxas shook his head, a scowl on his face.

"I hate that shit." Sora looked confused for a second before nodding slowly.

"Sorry, I just assumed that you were into it since we did it together that one night with Riku," Sora tapped a finger on his chin in thought for a moment. "Well I think you should at least get a little something, you've been so uptight lately. You know what, I'll take that kush you offered before." Marluxia tossed another bag over his shoulder and Sora caught it effortlessly. This one was a gallon sized Ziploc bag with a few smaller bags inside along with a few boxes and a squat metal cylinder. Sora shoved a hand into the bag and pulled out another sandwich bag with weed inside and held it to his nose, breathing in deeply before smiling and offering it to Roxas, who crinkled his nose in response. He could smell the buds the moment they were removed from the larger bag. "You'll like this, I promise." Sora went to work and Roxas watched for a moment before turning to the window. He wondered where they were going, they were on the interstate and he hadn't caught sight of a sign yet.

"I have other shit if pot's not your preference." Marluxia had a sly grin on his face. "First sale is free." Roxas looked at him blankly before shaking his head.

"I wouldn't even know what to get honestly. I've never been big on drugs. Just occasionally." He shrugged and looked back to Sora who was putting his finishing touches on the tightly rolled joint in his fingers. He put it between his lips and lit it, inhaling deeply and quickly passing it to Roxas. When Roxas didn't take it right away Sora waved it to him, and he obliged. He held it between his fore fingers and thumb and looked it over hearing Sora exhale slowly.

"Hurry up, before it goes out and tastes all icky." He brought the stick up to his lips and inhaled like Sora moments ago only to cough and sputter from the harsh sting of the smoke in his lungs.

"I get it, he's a virgin," Marluxia chuckled and reached over his shoulder for the joint, taking a hit and quickly passing it back to Sora.

"I guess he is. It's ok Rox, you'll get used to it." Sora took another hit and passed the joint back to Roxas. He hesitated before taking a much smaller drag this time and realized that it was, in fact, easier this time around. He passed it to Marluxia, whose hand lingered a little too long for Roxas. He caught his eyes in the rearview again and saw the glint in them. He quickly looked out the window to avoid his gaze; it was unsettling how quickly he felt uncomfortable with the attention. He stared out at the passing mile markers, accepting the joint when it came his way again, this time considerably shorter than the first time he had it in his hands. "You have to hold it differently now that it's almost done," Sora had leaned against him and helped Roxas move his hands to better hold the thing. Roxas almost giggled at how sluggish and heavy his limbs were beginning to feel. He breathed in more of the earthy smoke and held it in, looking out the window before exhaling very slowly and coughing a little. Sora leaned over the center console of the car and came back with a bottle of water which he offered to Roxas who took it gratefully. The coolness of the water was exactly what his parched throat needed and after taking a swig he passed it back to Sora.

"Where are we going?" It had felt like they were in the car for hours. Time was beginning to slow down significantly and the inside of the car began to wobble in Roxas' vision.

"Green Requiem." Roxas looked confused and Sora smiled. "My favorite bar, you'll see."

After another twenty minutes Marluxia was taking the exit for Hollow Bastion and Roxas peered out the window in wonder. He wasn't sure if the city was actually this amazing or if his high made it seem that way, but he didn't care. He could understand what Sora meant when he said he had felt dead before; this city was bustling with life. There were blazing lights and so many cars and people- none of whom seemed concerned with the time. Roxas peered over the front seat to check the time. It was nearly twelve thirty.

"Sora," Roxas leaned over to his cousin and whispered after a moment, "If we're going to a bar, how are we getting in? Neither of us are legal yet." Sora laughed dismissively and reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black wallet from which he produced his license. It read that he was twenty four and Roxas gaped at him. "You have a fake ID? Where'd you get this?"

"I know people. You need one of those to get anywhere in the city." Sora tucked the license back into his wallet, pocketing it once more. "I should probably get it redone soon; my expiration date is coming up." He laughed softly at the thought and looked to Roxas who still wore a face full of surprise. "But no worries, we won't need IDs where we're going."

Sora was right. The trio walked up to what seemed like the back door to a warehouse. A large man stood outside and gave a nod to Marluxia and let them inside without a word. Roxas felt a shiver travel up his spine when the bouncer looked him over, nodded and licked his lips in approval. He brushed it off and walked into the warmth of the bar. He could hear music and chatter of the people inside. They walked past the coat check and into the main area. There was an area designated for dancing and mingling with small booths to lend some privacy along the walls. A long bar could be found on the far side wall and more tables to accommodate drinks, food and women's purses while they grinded mindlessly against near strangers.

Marluxia led the two teens over to a booth and sat, rather lounged on the plush leather of the bench. Sora looked around quickly before disappearing into the throng of bodies leaving Roxas to stand awkwardly in front of the pink haired man.

"Sit down, people are starting to stare at you." Roxas shifted and nervously looked at the space next to Marluxia. What had he gotten himself into? He knew what the stare the man was giving him meant because it was the same hungry way Riku looked at him after they had shed their clothes for the first time together. Roxas sat as close to the edge of the seat as possible and Marluxia leaned over to him and whispered in his ear "Better? You seem nervous." Roxas cringed inwardly at the hot breath on his neck and faked a smile.

"I guess I'm just coming off my high is all." To this Marluxia flagged down a busy waitress and ordered a few drinks. She looked skeptically at the blonde but nodded and left without a word. She brought back six shot glasses with a clear liquid in them and set them on the table. Marluxia tucked a fifty dollar bill into her apron and she smiled when he told her to keep them coming. He pushed two of the glasses in front of the blonde and smirked.

"Here, this will help you relax. My treat." Roxas looked warily at him and watched as he tipped his two shots back one right after the other and exhaled contently. Roxas slowly brought a glass up to his lips and swallowed hard trying to avoid the burn. He was proud of himself when he fought back the gagging sensation and put the glass back down. Sora reappeared and leaned over the table and grabbed the other two glasses and kissed Marluxia chastely shouting out a thank you before waltzing back into the crowd. Roxas saw him take the shots in much the same manner as Marluxia and he wondered how often Sora found himself in the situation before he moved into Roxas' house just a month before.

"So how do you know Sora?" Roxas found himself turning to Marluxia now curious about this situation. Marluxia smiled and nudged the forgotten shot closer to Roxas.

"First this, then your questions." Roxas hesitated. He hadn't drank since that night, and even then he was never one for hard liquor. But he bit back his hesitation and lifted the shot to his lips and emptied the glass. Sora obviously trusted this man, so why shouldn't he?

When he placed the glass back on the table with a resounding thud his head started to swim again. He fought a smile from tugging at his lips and turned his attention back to his new accomplice. Light blue eyes gazed into ocean blue and Marluxia smirked. "I supposed you could say we met through a friend a long time ago. I don't remember the specifics, but I can't get rid of him and he's always good for paying for what he buys." He looked over to the mass of people and could easily find the small brunette. "He's a pretty good fuck too."

Roxas' jaw dropped. Marluxia had seemed so dismissive about how he said this. Now those eyes turned to him again and he quickly looked away. 'Sora actually slept with this guy? I mean, he is a very good looking guy, but he seemed so much older than the two of them…' Roxas thought when their waitress brought over three more shots. Roxas took one quickly and emptied it trying to chase away his thoughts.

"So," Roxas shivered when he felt Marluxia's breath against his neck. The older man had inched closer to Roxas and was leaning into him, a hand resting on the blonde's knee, "Are you anything like Sora?" Roxas flinched when he felt teeth catch his ear for a moment.

"I-I don't-"

"Marluxia! Dance with me!" Sora giggled coming up to the table. He gave a small cheer when he saw the new shot waiting for him and took it greedily. Roxas had his eyes fixed on the wood surface of the table. He was suddenly very uncomfortable being here with this strange man and his cousin. Just what kind of life was his family keeping the brunette from? Either way it started to make sense. He felt the weight on the bench seat shift as Sora dragged his accomplice to the dance floor and a rather slow song started up. Some of the crowd seemed to dissipate from the floor, but others stayed and danced closer to their partners, moving in synch to the twisted sounding tune. Roxas didn't recognize the song, but the man's breathy voice that carried out over the tune sounded just a tad familiar. Roxas saw Sora circle the taller man before stopping at his chest and running his hands down the length of him, slowly dropping to the floor and making his way back up. He turned his back to Marluxia and swayed a bit, his small hands guiding much larger ones across his frame. Sora seemed different to Roxas, but he couldn't figure it out. His cousin was so at peace, even though it was obvious that his dance partner had ulterior motives now. It was almost as if Sora had planned it. Roxas looked away when their mouths met and their sway started looking more and more intimate.

The waitress brought by another round of shots and paused a moment looking hard at Roxas. He stared back and she opened her mouth to say something but quickly closed it and turned and walked off. Roxas smiled a little in confusion and he noticed the alcohol was starting to numb him.

"Rox, we'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." Sora crooned from behind him. Roxas turned to look at him as he downed his fourth shot. Marluxia murmured something in his ear and Sora laughed. "I am not getting too drunk. At least not too drunk for what I'm about to do to you." Sora winked before leading Marluxia away from the table and to a door somewhere in the back of the club. Roxas shuddered at the thought of what it was Sora actually was going to do and turned his attention to his new drink innocently waiting on the table before him.


Sora giggled as he opened the door to the men's room. It was empty and Sora headed straight for the last stall on the far wall of the small room. The music from the main room of the Green Requiem could still be heard, only slightly muffled by the door. Sora thanked the gods the first time he was lead into this room many years ago for that and to this day favored the stalls over the alley behind the bar where groups of people huddled around to smoke their cigarettes. Sora thought that sex in alleys was for people without shame or class, and Marluxia at least had class.

When the pair was in the stall, door latched, they instantly pushed into each other, their mouths colliding in a passionate battle of tongues. Sora whimpered when Marluxia pulled his lip between his teeth and reached for the elder's belt buckle. When he finally got it undone he opened his jeans and exposed Marluxia's erect member and smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his small hand around its girth. Sora pulled out of the kiss and bit his lip looking up to the pink haired man through thick lashes. Marluxia licked his lips and placed heavy hands on Sora's small shoulders and guided him to his knees. Sora pumped his hand a few times before slowly taking in all of the man with no trouble. Marluxia let his weight lean back on the stall door, his head rocking back with a groan from the warmth of the brunette's mouth and he sucked and bobbed with ease. Sora let out a few small moans when he felt fingers tug on the hair at the back of his neck.

Before long Sora was pulled back to his feet and unceremoniously turned and pushed into the wall opposite the one Marluxia was leaning on. Sora grinned and thrust his hips toward Marluxia, silently goading him to come ravish him. Sora needed this. He moaned when Marluxia closed his mouth on the bend in his neck where it met shoulder and bit down gently. His hands easily found the brunettes black jeans and pushed them down. Sora gasped when his face suddenly met the stall wall and realized Marluxia had turned him around. He drew in a breath anticipating what would come next.

Sora let out a pained yelp followed by a sharp intake of breath when Marluxia entered him. "Mmm, been a while, huh?" Marluxia groaned. "God you're so fucking tight." He pushed a little deeper and Sora whimpered.

"Marluxia, it hurts." A hand covered his mouth and Sora felt the man lean in closer.

"Not for too long. Besides, you owe me, remember?" Marluxia licked the shell of Sora's ear as he slowly pulled out and thrust back in. The brunette held back the tears knowing that he was right. It would only hurt for a little while longer, and then...

The brunette let out a gasp of pleasure when Marluxia finally hit the spot he was looking for. Sora groaned, begging for more and Marluxia obliged him. He thrust a little harder and faster each time and groaned as he watched Sora's body tense with each thrust. Sora was mewling and panting and grabbling at the stall and within a few short minutes he felt tingly and light. Marluxia moaned as Sora tensed and gasped as he came but he didn't slow his pace. Sora went limp and moaned loudly until he finally felt Marluxia tense, his thrusting becoming erratic before he finally thrust deep one last time. The brunette groaned when he felt his partner slip out and slumped onto the wall.

The two were silent as they cleaned themselves up and fixed their clothing. They left the stall without cleaning up the mess they left and went to the mirrors. Sora smirked when he saw the new mark on his neck and saw Marluxia's cocky grin reflected at him.

"I needed this."

"I know."


Roxas sat at the table a little more relaxed now. He couldn't understand the dynamic between his cousin and his drug dealer. Was this how Sora paid for his shit? Or was there actually something between them?

"Roxas?" Roxas froze again. That voice was too familiar. He turned and saw bright red and vibrant green.

There was a moment of silence and shock exchanged between the two. Roxas looked his teacher up and down before smiling. "Uh….Hi? What are you doing here?"

"I should ask you the same." Axel's eyes were angry but confused. "I work here. One of the waitresses told me she thought there were underage drinkers at this table. How'd you get in?" Roxas knew he was in trouble, but his body wouldn't react the right way. Instead he laughed.

"Hello Axel." Roxas hiccupped and looked to where this new voice came from. Sora was stumbling slightly with Marluxia in tow. He sat on the edge of the seat and inhaled sharply, grabbing two of the shots on the table. Sora winked before taking both shots and looking to Marluxia who stood in front of the red head smiling devilishly. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"What are you doing with these kids, Marluxia?" Axel spat. Roxas grew curious, Axel knew Marluxia too?

"Just having a night out with an old friend of mine and a new friend. I don't see children here, do you? That would prove problematic for you, wouldn't it?" Marluxia let out a low chuckle. Axel was visibly fuming. He shot a glare towards the two in their seats and leaned in close to Marluxia.

"I think you need to leave. Don't ever let me catch you here with them again." Axel said curtly before turning and walking off. Marluxia shook his head and chuckled at the retreating form.

"That's ok, Marly. This place is starting to be a drag anyway." Sora stood and wobbled a moment before righting himself. "C'mon Rox. Let's go!" Roxas looked into his cousin's blue eyes and shrugged. He stood and followed the others to the front. He caught the sight of red again and turned towards it. His eyes caught green and he just stared for a moment. There was so much emotion in those eyes. Roxas could see anger in them, along with... hurt? He wasn't quite sure what it was but he felt awful for ruining his sub's night. He gave a small wave and Axel shook his head before turning away from the blonde. Roxas frowned and turned to see Sora and Marluxia still making their way through the bodies to the exit. Roxas took a deep breath and headed to the bar.

"Axel!" He shouted and the red head snapped his head in his direction.

"I thought you were leaving Roxas." Roxas bit his lip and looked up into angry green eyes. It was only the bar between them now and Roxas still felt floaty and silly. He knew it was very dangerous that Axel saw him here though.

"Please," Roxas reached a hand out and grabbed onto Axel's hand that was clenched on the bar. "Please just... can this stay between us? Like a secret?" Roxas fought back a giggle. He thought it was a strange thing to say, but he knew it needed to be said.

"Roxas-"

"Please?" he pushed further.

"We'll talk about this after class on Monday. Just get out of here, go home, and get away from that man." Roxas look puzzled and Axel just shook his head. "I mean it, Roxas. Don't trust him." Axel took his hand out from under the blonde's and turned. "Go home." Roxas nodded still confused. What was that supposed to mean? Did Axel actually know this guy? He started for the exit again, his thoughts jumbled and fuzzy. His head was really spinning now and he felt uneasy on his feet. He stumbled and tripped over something and felt a strong grip on his arms. He looked to find Marluxia helping him to right himself and smiled. Marluxia couldn't be that bad.

"Careful. Watch your step now, don't want you getting hurt." Marluxia led Roxas to the door and all the way to his car without letting go of him. Roxas was very grateful for the help and thanked him. "No need to thank me." He felt dizzy when he sat in the car and held his head. "Maybe next time you shouldn't drink as much though." Roxas smiled and nodded.

"It's ok, Rox! I'll just have your drinks next time." Sora chuckled. He was looking at his bag of pills and hummed before reaching in and taking another one out.

"You should slow down Sora. No need to go through a whole stash in one night." Marluxia got into the driver's seat and pulled out of the parking spot. Sora pouted but put the pill back nodding. He instead pulled out the bag of weed and started rolling another joint.

Roxas stared out the window ignoring the light conversation in the car and the passing of the joint. His head was spinning and he couldn't think straight. He couldn't keep his mind from bright green eyes. He knew he was too drunk when he realized he wasn't nervous about getting into trouble or how he should probably listen to his teacher's warning about Marluxia. After all, a drug dealer that gets kids into bars probably isn't the most trustworthy person you could associate, but Roxas hadn't felt this alive since before that night at the party. Actually, Roxas hadn't felt this alive in over a year. He frowned when he thought about his obviously failing relationship with Riku. Would he even tell his boyfriend about tonight? Probably not…

"C'mon Rox, we need to be extra careful getting back in your house." Sora was nudging his shoulder and Roxas realized they were around the corner from his house. Marluxia smiled and tilted his head up toward the teens giving them a silent goodbye before speeding off down the street and into the night.

"Thanks for coming tonight. I really had fun." Sora smiled at his cousin as they walked toward their home. Roxas just nodded his head, not really answering the brunette. Sneaking into the house wasn't as hard as Roxas had originally thought. When they got to the front of the house none of the lights were on and Sora muttered a "thank god" for Roxas' family not having dogs. Roxas never noticed before now how easy it would be to actually sneak in and out of his house. It concerned him because he knew anyone could do it if he and his cousin could successfully get in and upstairs in the state they were in. The two stumbled a little on the stairs, but made it to their bedroom doors relatively quietly.

"Rox," Sora whispered before Roxas could open his bedroom door. "Tonight really meant a lot to me. I'm seriously glad you came."

"Sora, it's no big deal. Really-" Roxas was cut off by lips. His head swam and he stared shocked at his cousin who was currently pushing his tongue gingerly into Roxas' mouth. They separated before Roxas could think to react and Sora smiled.

"It really is a big deal to me." Sora's eyes locked with Roxas' for a moment before he turned and disappeared into his own room, leaving Roxas in the hallway more confused than he had been all night.