XI. Bought

In all his years as a piece of shit on the bottom of society's shoes, Axel had done nearly every act considered immoral by the human race. He had had copious amounts of sex, gotten many women pregnant and then left, killed people, including a child by accident, raped both men and women, stolen from people's houses, tried every drug he could get his hands on, committed arson on more than one occasion, judged people with disabilities, and even taken candy from a baby. All Axel wanted to do was fuck shit up as badly as he could because he didn't see any other point to living.

Being the son of a lawful, evil businessman, Axel had something close to diplomatic immunity. His father admired his 'fuck everything and everyone' attitude, which stemmed from his own IDGAF attitude. In Axel's mind, his father was the equivalent of God and even though he disregarded every single authority figure ever presented in his life, his father's words were law. Of course, he never told Axel what to do, just gave him tidbits of tips; things people should never tell their children, like how to best hide signs of being inebriated or how to best hide the bodies of people he'd killed.

There was on thing, though, one thing Axel had never done, and he was about ready to tackle it: fucking a prostitute. Though Axel knew prostitutes were only supposed to be used for a single night, he wanted a more permanent prostitute. He didn't want to be a pimp because he didn't want to put in the effort of keeping track of all the variables involved, he just wanted a gorgeous person that he could count on for a good fuck whenever he wanted. So he asked his daddy to set up some form of selection of prostitutes for sale for good. Of course, his father obliged and pulled together a screening, publishing an offer on the black market for the most beautiful prostitute for sale. Any interested had to report with their merchandise to one of his five-star restaurants where screenings would occur and Axel would choose his favorite.

And so the process went underway and the pimps all gathered their prostitutes, male and female. First, there would be an introduction of each item of merchandise where the products would present themselves on the cabaret's stage. As the prostitutes flaunted their assets uncomfortably on the stage at the demand of their pimp, Axel and his father took notes of each piece of meat.

Then there was the personality portion of the screening. Despite the fact that they were prostitutes, Axel didn't want some boring whore that he had to listen to bark at him or shy away from him. He wanted someone confident and with the same IDGAF attitude as him. And he found what he wanted; a gorgeous piece of ass by the name of Roxas.

So that night, after the proceedings finished up and the pimps packed away their merchandise and left, Axel consummated his purchase by making an absolute mess of his newly purchased prostitute. All throughout the clumsily passionate thrusting and wordless groans of pleasure, Roxas kept his sapphire eyes trained on Axel's eyes, which the redhead admired.

After the deed was done, Axel put a hand to Roxas's face and stroked his cheek with his thumb. The two lay on their sides facing each other, but not touching aside from Axel's hand on the blond's face. "Hey, baby, how was your first night? Enjoy yourself?"

Roxas's eyes were narrowed and he smirked at the redhead. His eyebrow twitched as he gently pressed his hand against Axel's, making the redhead lay his hand flat on his cheek. "More than I expected. I never expected that I would be your choice. I thought you were just gonna be a predictable motherfucker and take the first bitch that had a nice rack."

"Oh yeah?" the redhead wondered.

"Yeah. But I guess I should be thanking you, my new master, for ditching me out of that hellhole. It was fucking terrible in that brothel. I don't mind the sex or even the torture, but that place was disgusting. Don't be surprised if you have AIDS the next time you get screened for STDs." Maybe it was the way Roxas spoke, or the way he looked at Axel with some sort of amused high-handedness, as if he was above Axel despite his being a prostitute. Whatever it was, Axel fell hard for this little son of a bitch after these words tumbled from his mouth.

Axel grinned at the blond and his cheeks burned in a way they never really had. His empty torso filled with feeling in a way that he was inexperienced with. With this intense new emotion, Axel felt the need to crush this little man lying in bed with him. He grabbed the blond by the neck and squeezed as he roughly kissed him.

Surprisingly, Roxas didn't react in a bad way. Due to his years of sexual abuse, he'd grown used to such things and simply kissed back, allowing Axel to bite his lips so hard that they bled. When the redhead released the blond, his face faded back to its regular color instead of the bluish tint it had taken on. "Aw, don't tell me, someone feels threatened?" Roxas teased with a grinned. "It's okay," he continued, running a hand down Axel's heaving bare chest due to his rapid breathing, "I know I'm so perfect and unaffected you just want to fuck me up. It gives you all these feelings you never knew you had."

The redhead growled and shoved the blond off of the bed, causing him to hit his head against the nightstand. "What the fuck ever." And with that, he flipped over to face the other side of the room.

Roxas began laughing from his place on the floor. "It's okay, Axel, I like you, too."

And they lived happily ever after.