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Chapter 9: When there's a Bull, there's a Shit
Roxas held his hands in between his head, his elbows on his knees. He had a headache.
"Boy, eat those extra collard greens I gave you!" He could hear Shirley say from the kitchen. He groaned.
"I heard Seifer's coming back." Roxas looked at his friends hopelessly with a permanent frown implanted on his face.
"No. Fucking. Way." Hayner was so shocked he dropped his fork, causing it to clatter on the mint green tiles.
"Boy, you better pick up that spoon!" Usually Shirley could tell if it was a fork or a spoon that was dropped. I guess she was a little off today.
"Where'd you hear this from?" Olette asked.
"I heard Xaldin and Vexen talking about it." Roxas answered.
"Honestly, I thought he was shipped for good." Axel said with a forkful of corn in his mouth.
"Don't talk with your mouth full!" Roxas playfully punched him in the arm.
"Do you know when he's coming back?" Pence asked.
He paused, all color draining from the blonde's face. "...Tonight."
There was a faint shriek heard from the distance.
Pence sighed, rubbing his hand down his face. "Well, it was inevitable."
"Fuck, it's Wednesday. That means we have therapy next." Axel grumbled.
"I know. I swear, he probably gets me for sessions three times a day." Roxas sighed, taking a sip from his fruit punch.
"At least you don't have this lunatic chick, the straight-out-of-college kind, trying to give you a psychology test while at the same time trying to get into your pants." Axel gave his boyfriend a playful glare.
"I swear, I'mma smack that ho'!" Roxas slurred, raising his middle finger into the air while stomping his opposite foot.
"Uh oh. Roxas is in Shirley-mode." Pence whispered to Hayner, who nodded. They were barely able to hold back their laughs.
"So are their any issues?" Zexion asked, looking around the room. Axel raised his hand. The therapist could only pray nothing smart would come out of the punk's mouth. He moitioned for him to speak.
"Is Seifer coming back tonight?" The redhead raised his long, thin eyebrows, which matched his haircolor. Every other patient nodded, looking at the counselor with greedy eyes for information. He sighed.
"Yes, he is coming back tonight at 8 o' clock." Everyone groaned, even his "girlfriend", Larxene.
"I expect everyone to welcome him back with open arms, and to try to help him out and give him positive feedback. Here at Destiny Hills, we are a community."
"Yea, a community of fucked-up delinquents." Larxene crossed her arms.
"That was not appropriate, Larxene. Do ten push-ups." Lexaeus ordered from the corner of the room. She groaned, but obeyed.
"Push-ups? What the fuck?"
"Axel, do ten." Lexaeus sighed.
"Hell no." The pyro crossed his arms defiantly.
"Do them now before I kick your ass." Roxas muttered under his breath so only Axel could hear.
"And what are you gonna do about it, Roxie?" He leaned over, gently taking Roxas' hands and putting them on his hips, so Axel's back was arched, almost kicking Pence in the face with his black Doc Martens.
"Do that again and I'll put you on Close Watch." Lexaeus' voice became deeper in order to intimidate Axel more efficently.
"Like hell you will!" Red hair spun around as he turned to face the burly staff member.
"Axel, relax and do your ten push-ups." Zexion told him, trying to use the death glare that one of his patients gives him daily.
After the group was over, it was a little past seven.
"Seifer will be back in less than an hour. Oh, joy. How I long for codes, codes, codes." Axel sighed, burying his face in his pillow.
Codes were when they needed extra staff members, usually when a patient was out of control. A code one is when they need a nurse, like when Seifer cursed out Axel and got a well-deservd punch to the jaw. A code two is when someone barricades a door, like that time Seifer ran to the staff room and locked Demyx out of it, so Lexaeus broke down the door and Seifer ended up with a sedative being stuck in his ass. A code three is when someone is out of location, or tries to run away, like when Seifer threw a desk at Riku an walked off the unit, which ended with him being beaten senselessly with a spatula. A code seven is when someone has completely flipped a shit and they need a lot of help, like when Seifer ran around the parking lot naked and ejaculated all over Xaldin's motorcycle.
Roxas climbed onto the standard twin sized bed, sitting on his knees and gliding his hand up his lover's shirt, massaging his back. "Baby, you're tense."
Axel sat up, wrapping his hands around the blonde's head, their lips barely touching. "Probably because I haven't gotten any action in a while."
Their lips crashed, tongues searching every part of each other's mouths. Axel chomped down on his lover's tongue, causing him to moan out in pain, gripping red spikes. Roxas moved his mouth to a tender neck, licking the hollow of a throat, making Axel shiver, then moving to nibble on an earlobe.
"Let's take this off, shall we?" Axel grunted, taking off his partner's shirt and letting it slide to the floor.
"Actually, can we get more aqqauinted somewhere else?" Roxas smirked, putting his shirt back on and walking out of the closed door with a certain someone following behind.
"Where are we going?" The older teen asked, figuring it would be somewhere good, like the pool table.
Indeed it was.
"Come on." Roxas took his wrist, shoving him into the gameroom and eagerly shutting the wooden door behind him.
"Whoa, someone's feisty tonight." Axel gasped as he was pushed over the pool table, landing on the green surface with his wrists pinned down behind him, legs dangling.
"Now, it's my turn." Roxas' fists grabbed black leather, taking off Axel's jacket, his shirt following. He licked tender nipples, making swirling motions with his tongue, his right hand sliding down a pale chest and eventually felt a crotch. Axel gasped as his tight jeans were ripped off and his dick was wrapped around a gripping fist. Roxas moved his tongue to the base, licking around, holding Axel's hard member upside in his palm, fingers holding a loose grip. Axel moaned, shutting his eyes and leaning his head back, sitting up, Roxas on his knees on the cold tile floor.
Roxas licked the shaft in a vertical motion, then sucked on the head, causing Axel to moan even more, butterflies crowding his stomach. He then moved back to suck on nipples, gripping Axel's member harshly, yanking up and down, feeling it swell in his hands. As Axel began to scream, while he was coming, Roxas kissed him harshly, their lips vibrating as Axel moaned.
When they pulled back, they were both panting. Roxas had cum all over his dampened shirt. They both stood up and fixed themselves.
"Here, take off your shirt and put on my jacket. We'll put it in the wash later." Axel stood up, putting his leather jacket on Roxas' back and kissing him on top of the head. They walked back to the unit holding hands.
"Go wait in the group room while I put your shirt in the wash, okay cutie?" Roxas nodded and sat down on one of the beige couches, the room barren.
"Huh, wonder were everyone is..." He picked up the remote on the coffee table on his right side, turning on the T.V.
"I haven't seen the news in a while." He leaned back, trying to suck in as much information as he could.
Ten minutes later, Hayner barged into the room, a sea-salt ice cream bobbing in his hands.
"Roxas, come to the cafeteria, quick!" He ashed out as fast as he came in.
The confused adolescent sighed, standing up and heading to the laundry room, tapping his lover on the shoulder when he found him.
"What's up?" Axel asked.
"Everyone's in the cafeteria. Let's go." They walked off the unit, hands in their pockets. Whn they reached the end of the staircase, they could hear shouting and banging, making Axel's ears perk up.
"If I had to guess, I would say Seifer's back." He pulled money out of his tight, leather jeans. Roxas rolled his eyes.
"I'm not betting you. Remember last time we did?"
Axel smirked. "And you lost. Oh shit, was that fun or what."
"I still have Oreo crumbs up my ass." They opened the cafeteria door and stepped inside to the rucus.
All of the tables were flipped out of the way and stacked in a disorderly pile to the right side of the room. It looked like Shirley was calling the police and Demyx and Lexaeus were trying to calm the situation down but to no avail. Everyone (at least all of the patients, anyway), were chanting, "Pence! Pence!"
In the middle of the room was Pence, on top of Seifer. It looked like he was beating the shit out of him. No, literally. There were brown streaks all over Seifer's beanie, which was on top of the buffet table railing.
"Um, should we try to stop it?" Roxas whispered. He had been here two months and had never seen his friend like this before.
"No, Seifer deserves it," Hayner began, "He comes on the unit and sees me. So he curses me out and tries to pick a fight with me. So Olette tells him to stop, so he calls her a pussy. Then Pence comes out and sticks up for her, and Seifer punches him in the face. So Pence pushes him back and they start fighting and eventually they get out of the unit and down the stairs. And Demyx tries to take Seifer into the dining hall so he won't get beat as much but Pence isn't done with him."
"Then why is there shit on Seifer's hat?" Axel asked.
"Oh, it's not. Shirley spilled gravy on it." Olette said. He could barely stifle his chuckle.
An hour later, everything calmed down. Seifer was kept in seclusion, Pence lectured by Demyx in the group room.
And Axel and Roxas- well, let's just say ou wouldn't want to sleep in their bed if you took a look at it.
A/N: I hate to say this, even though I have before, but review! I didn't get so many last chapter. But hey, I'm grateful for anything. :D
