AN: Ok so guys. I asked, and all of you wanna see the date… but only if it sucked! XD I was literally laughing out loud to your reviews hahaha! I guess this will be sort of filler, but the end will be pretty important for next chapter. This chapter and the next one are probably going to make you guys hate me… BUT I have to do it for the plot! So, happy belated Thanksgiving if you celebrate it and I hope you enjoy this newest installment!

Warning: Sexual themes, angsty teenage drama, drug/alcohol abuse, and maybe more. Rated M.

DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own anything. Seriously. Nothing.

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Roxas POV

When Axel showed me his sweet car, I was flabbergasted. It was a real beaut alright, and I had no idea he had the kind of wealth to afford it. I hoped in, and he immediately broke the ice.

"So, Roxy, what movie are we gonna see?" He pulled the clutch into first gear and I panicked. I had no idea I was supposed to be choosing! Feeling my face turn red, I stammered.

"I actually have no idea, Axel. I thought you were going to pick." He hummed in acknowledgement.

"Well," he said, smiling, "when we get there we can pick one together!" He looked pointedly at me with a grin on his face, and I gladly returned a smile back to him.

When we got to the theater, we stood outside in the cold holding hands looking at movie posters, trying to decide on a movie. We ended up picking Skyfall, the new 007 movie. The movie was pretty lengthy considering it was a James Bond movie, but the action and lust had me completely attentive. We shared a soda and some candy, and before I knew it the credits were rolling. Grabbing my hand, Axel led me back to his ride. Axel looked at me, almost hungrily. I realized he might have been hungry and remembered we were supposed to eat.

"So," I stammered, "where to now? Have any food in mind?" He coughed and put the car back into first, quickly pulling out of the parking lot. Placebo was playing softly in the background, words of a "sweet prince" muttering through the speakers.

"It's a surprise, Roxy dear." He laughed quietly and I was left wondering where we were headed. About 20 minutes and a short car ride into downtown later and we were parking in the lot of a seemingly fancy restaurant that I'd never heard of. I noted that I probably hadn't heard of it due to not having the funds to even think about coming. Worriedly, I looked to Axel.

"Axel?" I breathed.

"Yes?" he drawled.

I scrunched my brow together, confused. "Are we… We're not eating here, are we?" He blinked a couple of times, confused himself.

"Why? You don't like this place? I have to say, it's my favorite place downtown, Rox."

I shook my head rapidly. "No, not that. It just looks expensive is all."

He laughed whole-heartedly and wiped faux tears from his emerald eyes. "Oh, Roxas, that's too rich—no pun intended. I come from a wealthy family; this isn't anything. I promise."

"O-Oh," I said, gasping. "Well then," I continued, "let's eat! I'm starved!"

He laughed at me some more, my face turning red. Axel seemed to laugh at me a lot, and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. The smile on his face was alluring, though, so I guess I didn't mind it too much.

Once we sat down to eat, I quickly found out how expensive this place really was. Thirty bucks for a damn gourmet burger! What the fuck! How was a burger gourmet!? I sighed, looking through the options. The burger was the cheapest, so I ordered that guiltily. I hate going on dates and then costing a fortune. It made me feel like a burden, and that was one feeling that I could never shrug off. My mood lightened, however, when Axel ordered the fifty dollar lobster. 'Damn,' I thought, 'this food better have been made by Jesus himself with how much it costs.'

Two hours and a huge tab later, we were headed out again. It was about eight 'o'clock by this point, and I was worn out by a great first date. I thought we were headed back to my house, but after a few miles, I realized we were nowhere near that direction.

"Axel," I muttered, "where are we going?"

He sighed, "Well, I thought we could go back to my place and do… something else." I wish I had caught the faint smirk on his face. However, my naïve mind was racing, thinking of what 'something' could be. Maybe we'd play video games or something. I had no idea.

Once we pulled into the apartment complex, he cut off the engine and caught my eye with a devilish smirk. I turned red for some reason, and yet again I paid too much attention to the background. Placebo was still going on through the speakers, and I realized the song was "My Sweet Prince." The sound was almost eerie, and a shudder wracked my spine. Axel opened his door with me following suit, my short legs striding after him.

We climbed the stairs almost too quickly, and my breathing was becoming labored against the harsh cold infiltrating my lungs. He took out a keychain full of tokens and keys and unlocked his pale brown door. I followed him in, and in the darkness hot lips met mine.

The feeling of lips on my mouth scared me, although the feeling wasn't unpleasant. At first, it was gentle, and I welcomed the sensation. I felt the door close and heat from inside the complex wash over me, and I noticed that it was still dark.

"Axel," I spoke breathily. My fists wrapped themselves in his shirt, and my head collided with the now-closed door. I gasped, and he took that moment to shove his tongue in my mouth. My eyes widened as I felt the organ sloppily mingle with my own. A shudder rode throughout my body, and I felt my face heat up. We parted for air, and he attacked my neck. I put a hand in his flaming red hair and pulled on the soft spikes.

"Axel, what are you—" he cut me off with a bite. His teeth were harsh and unrelenting, and I yelped in pain like a kicked puppy.

"Hey, Axel, that really hurt!" He ignored me and pushed up my shirt. Alarms and bells went off in my head, and I realized what was happening in this moment. Axel wanted to have sex.

"Axel, what are you doing? This is—ah—too far!" Teeth clamped down on my erect nipple and I groaned in pain and pleasure. I was panicking now, not knowing if he'd stop.

"Axel, I-I'm telling you no!" Axel finally stopped and grabbed a fist full of my blonde locks. He shoved his body into mine, and my back collided painfully with the cold steel of the door.

"Roxas, can you please shut up? I'm trying to work here." He punctuated the word "work" with a thrust of his hips into mine, and I gasped as I felt his erection on my side. Tears started to form in the corners of my eyes, and my back slid down the wall.

Axel took this as an invitation and proceeded to kiss me again. Teeth clashed with mine, his tongue poked my own. I didn't respond, just sat there. That got him aggravated, and soon he was ripping off my shirt and licking at my nipples and navel. I shuddered, not knowing what to do, other than tell him no. But what happened when that wasn't enough. Hands greedily pulled at my belt, and my awareness shook me.

"Axel, I really want you to stop, please." My beg became a cry and hot tears began to escape from my lids.

"But, Roxas," he huskily breathed into my ear, "you seem so aroused. It must be painful. Let me take care of you." He left a bittersweet kiss to my temple, and I cried some more. Then, he shoved a warm hand down my pants and touched me. I cried out, half in pleasure and half in fear.

"I r-really don't n-need you to take c-care of anyth-thing, Axel-l." I muttered.

Ignored, he pushed down my pants. Warm lips met my arousal, and I moaned. I wanted to die in that moment; I was admitting I liked it. I had imagined this going so much differently. If he had just waited, I would have readily given this to him. His head bobbed, and I shook. Knotting a hand into his mane, I covered my mouth with the other in order not to moan or gasp aloud any more. Before I released, he removed all other garments blocking his entry to my hole. My lip quivered, and more tears streaked my face. A slick digit entered me, and I cried out in pain. A few more fingers and thrusts, and he considered me prepared. When his throbbing dick entered me, I felt like I was splitting in two. This must have been what dying felt like. Soon he worked up a pace, and his grunts mixed in with my cries of discomfort and pleasure. He released inside of me and jerked me off until I followed suit. I lay there, stomach down, when he seemed to exit out of whatever haze he was in. I was still crying, and he knit his brow together.

"Rox, why are you crying?" In saying this, he only made me cry harder. I didn't want to be here, I didn't want him looking at me anymore, I didn't want him to pretend to like me.

"Roxas? Are you ok?" He tried to lay a hand on my back, and I flinched.

Furiously I snapped at him. "Get the fuck off of me!"

I shot up and fell back over onto my ass after feeling the agony that was my lower back course through me. I cried out, and his eyes widened.

"Roxas, I… I didn't mean to—"

"Mean to WHAT?!" I screamed. Tears were blurring my vision, and I scrambled to shove clothing on my shaking form. "You—You RAPED m-me!"

He put a hand to his mouth, scared and anxious. I didn't care what he felt. I just wished he felt as sick as I did.

"Roxas, I didn't know what I was doing! I thought you liked it!"

My face turned purple in rage, and my fists clenched so hard that I felt blood begin to surface in what I knew would be tiny crescents from my nails.

"I SAID STOP, YOU BASTARD! I SAID STOP AT LEAST FOUR TIMES! I WAS CRYING! HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE?!"

His mouth clenched shut and I picked that moment to storm out. I pulled on my jacket once my fired-up skin met with the cold. My sobs were stronger than ever.

Running—I was running down some street, in some town, away from the danger that I'd just been a part of. I threw up a few times, but I lost count of how many times my bile met cold pavement. My eyes quit producing tears at some point, but I was still shaking, still hyperventilating. I sat down and tried to cry some more, but nothing happened.

I pulled out my cellphone and scrolled through the contacts. Dialing the number on the screen, I was nervously calling the one person I knew I could count on at eleven, or really at any time at all. The voice on the other line resonated through my ears, and the tears I'd lost began pouring out at that moment. I was terrified that anyone would answer, and I almost didn't know what to say.

"Roxas? Hello?"

"S-Sora," I shakily whispered.

"Rox? What's wrong? Where are you?"

Heaving and shaking, I wiped tears from my face and sobbed directly into the mouthpiece.

"Come pick me up. I have no idea where I a-am. The s-sign here says Greenway Boulevard. I think I'm in Twilight Central."

"Ok, I'll come get you. What's near you, Roxas?"

I looked around dazedly, noticing my surroundings for the first time. Hiccupping I replied, "A gas station and a Publix. Please… Please h-help m-me, Sora."

"Of course, Rox. Of course I'll help you. Don't move, I'll be right there, ok?"

"Ok," I muttered. Pressing the button to hang up, I hugged myself in a failed attempt to stay warm. My mind seemed blank, but in the inner corners in the back of my head a song faintly played on. It was "My Sweet Prince," the eerie tune I'd heard in Ax—his car. The lyrics were screaming at me even though the song itself was mellow.

"My sweet prince, you are the one…"

"Sora," my chapped lips crackled, "please, God, help me…"

Black shadows and sleep were my only response.

AN:

I told you you'd hate me! I had this planned for a while… I love Axel, but I couldn't think of anyone else to do the deed, per se. Next chapter will be Sora's POV and we'll see how this affects them both. Until next time, lovelies. Reviews make me happy… c: