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My Bad: Yeah...so I wanted to have this up AGES ago, but I was little stressed-out with some things...anyway, I WILL 100% HAVE TWO MORE CHAPTERS UP WITHIN A WEEK OR SO OF EACH OTHER. You'll find out why on Friday~

Sea of Red Part II

Return of the Pyro

~FLASHBACK OF WIN II, AKUROKU SEGMENT END~

It's been days since Roxas has taken it up the ass from Axel.

Why you ask? Two words:

Winter. Olympics.

See, Axel's family has this thing where they get together and stay in the house watching the events--Every. Single. Day. No one leaves the house, not for food, not for the mail now spilling out of the mailbox. Last time the Summer Olympics were on, Roxas had attempted to see his boyfriend while the pyro was at the large house, and had instantly regretted it. He also learned he and two gallons of sunscreen don't get along too well. The holiday known as V-Day was an exception, of course, to which the blond was treated to a day of steamy sex.

Our blond currently sat on the floor of his and Sora's room, staring blankly up at the TV watching Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. It was the only show that stopped his libido from acting up.

"C'mon Roxas, cheer up. I think there's a foreboding cloud trying to form around your head." Sora said from the top bunk of the bed. The brunette was looking through a catalog full of fancy bedding, waiting for something to catch his eye.

"Ha ha." Roxas said in a mocking tone. "And stop looking at that fancy shit, we just got FiOS, we're 'livin' it up' already." The teen thought of the recent luck they'd had; Cloud getting a pay-raise, Sora getting an early acceptance into a college, and the news that Axel was failing his Senior Year on purpose to stay behind and graduate with the blond.

Not to mention…

"Lemme see it again!" Sora suddenly said, clambering down the ladder attached to the bed. He plopped himself down next to his twin and snatched the blonds' left hand, his blue eyes shining brightly as he admired the black-iron engagement ring. The XIII formed with tiny diamonds sparkled as the stones captured the light of the bedroom, the owner of the ring snatching his hand back with a roll of his eyes.

"Gods, would you give it a rest?" Roxas turned his eyes back to the TV, frowning as he was met with a Daisy Sour Cream commercial.

"How can I?! Axel fucking proposed to you on Valentine's Day for Gods' sake! The guy really is in love with you ya know…" Sora sighed and looked down at his own left hand, the sun-kissed skin bare of an engagement ring of it's own. "Makes me wonder how much Riku cares about me."

"Hey, don't say that." Roxas turned to his twin, his eyes full of assurance. "Riku loves you more than anything, you know he does."

"Then how come all I got for Valentine's Day was five orgasms?" Sora asked, hanging his head and looking at his brother from behind his bangs.

"Look, it-what? Why five? And how?" Great, now Roxas' libido was acting up. He was so desperate for sex that he was going to resort to dirty details from his own twin.

"Yeah, one for each year we've been together. He tied me up to his bed and refused to release me until I came five times."

"Explains why you weren't at school the next day…but see? That had to take a shit-load of affection to stay…how long did it take?"

"About three hours."

"Right, three hours just fucking you into insanity." Roxas gave a jealous smile. "I'd take that over a ring any day."

"Yeah?" Sora stared down at his brother's hand again. "I guess…"

It was a little after two in the morning when Roxas jumped in his seat. He had been listening to some Papa Roach when his IM made it's obnoxious doo-de-doo! sound right into his earphones. He paused his iTunes and checked to see who the Hell was IM-ing him so late at night.

'New message from FluryofDancingFlames' …sure Axel, don't spend time with me face-to-face now that we're 'engaged'. Nevertheless, Roxas opened the IM window and stared at the message.

FluryofDancingFlames: How's my fiancé doing tonight? Watching some late-night pr0n? Lol

The blond smirked.

OrgMemberXIII: I'm not talking to you. Not until the Olympics are over.

That'll show him. Roxas thought evilly.

FluryofDancingFlames: Aw c'mon, don't be like that. Just a few more days and my cock'll be back in your ass in no time.

Damnit, now Roxas was hard.

OrgMemberXIII: Oh yeah? How you gonna make it up to me?

The blond blinked as his phone started vibrating on the desk. "Hello?"

"PHONE SEX!" Roxas yelped and fell sideways, his chair following him, arms flailing uselessly as he hit the ground. There was a loud THUMP! as the heavy chair landed on him. "Roxas! You okay? Roxy?"

"FIRE DEPARTMENT ON SPEED-DAIL!" Sora blinked and looked over the bunk bed, seeing his twin sprawled out on the floor, their large desk chair on top of him. "Oh…have fun with your concussion." The brunette let his head fall back onto his pillow, sleep taking over him once again.

"Ow…" Roxas shoved the chair off himself, glaring at his cell phone on the floor as he got up. "Fucking bastard…needs to learn to warn me when he does that."

Now on March 17th, we find our blond walking briskly down the halls of the school. Having pissed-off one of the teachers with a smart-ass remark, he had been given OSS for two days. Tomorrow would be Day One, and it was only Wednesday. At least this gives me more time to pack… Roxas stopped by his locker and threw his books onto the floor of it, giving a half-smile at a Polaroid of him and Axel grinning stupidly at the camera, the photo sticking on the red metal door by a piss-ass piece of tape. …fuck it.

Roxas strode down the halls, straight past Xemnas' office, and out into the school's parking lot. Seeing as he hadn't gotten any rides from his lover in the past few weeks, due to the Olympics and 'other stuff', the teen had taken to riding his bike to and from school everyday. Now Roxas hoped he had enough air in his tires to make it somewhere else.

After half an hour of avoiding pedestrians on the sidewalk, Roxas was pedaling into Axel's driveway. Not the usual apartment mind you, the mansion. Hell. He parked his bike by the pyro's Nova and looked up at the house, the windows bare of smiling fangirls. There were no fireworks coming out of the chimneys, no screams of terror pouring out of the garage.

This did not bode well for our blond.

He took in a deep breath and marched up the path to the front door, freezing in place as it opened with an ominous creaking sound.

There was no one there.

"H-Hello…?" Roxas stepped into the entrance hall, eyeing the staircase before him, waiting for someone to come flying down the banister.

Nothing.

"Anybody home? Axel?"

"The St. Patrick's Day celebration is about to begin!" Roxas' head jerked up as he stared dumb-founded at a set of state-of-the-art speakers hanging from the ceiling. "Lockdown has just been initiated-" The front door slammed shut, the blond listening in horror as several locks were activated. "…and we are moments away from the event! Now, you are all armed with your paddles, and each team has a fabulous outfit. Rules remain clear! The team to get their full outfit on the target wins~! Hee-hee~" All this came from an oddly familiar voice, the girl on the other end giggling excitedly.

"…I am so utterly fucked." Roxas ran into the dining room, then froze as he saw a group of young girls with YAOI paddles, each child holding an article of green clothing. He backed up slowly and wound up in the living room, another congregation of females with paddles, though the clothes were blue. "Shit."

"Alright! On your mark…"

Roxas bolted up the staircase.

"Get set…"

He threw himself around a corner and hauled-ass towards the end of the hall.

"GO~!"

Hell. Roxas was in Hell. Everywhere he ran girls would attempt to tackle him to the floor and tear his clothes off, shoving their own ensembles onto him.

Suddenly his cell phone started vibrating in his pocket.

"Hello?!" Roxas swore in his mind as he found himself trapped in the attic, several different 'teams' coming towards him. He was already down to his socks and boxers for crying out loud!

The voice on the phone sounded scratched and deep, obviously being modified. "Next to you there is a box, open it and throw the objects at the girls." The blond looked around and found an old chest and he immediately threw open the lid. For a second he thought whoever on the phone was crazy, but he did as he was told and threw the gay porn magazines at the savages making their way towards him. "Run!" He obeyed, and while the girls were squealing over the pictures of guys fucking each other, shoved his way past them and onto the second floor.

"Who the Hell are you?!" Roxas shouted into the phone.

"Your Conscience, does it matter?" Roxas twitched. "Run down to the basement. Hurry!" There was a click! and the line went dead. The teen quickly shut his phone and flew down the stairs onto the first floor, looking wildly around for the kitchen which led to the basement. He found it and slammed the door shut behind him before running down the old steps, the large room pitch black, a stuffy smell greeting him.

"…hello?"

Suddenly the lights turned on and Roxas looked around, stunned as cameras were pointed at him from every angle. Then he heard the sound of one person clapping.

"Roxas, alright. Fight, fight, fight." None other than Axel stepped out of the shadows, his hair appearing like fire in the bright lights beside the cameras. For some reason, he was only in his boxers as well.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Roxas demanded. Sure, he was horny as Hell seeing as he hasn't been fucked by his lover in days, but this just wasn't the time!

"Language Roxy, there are children watching." Now Reno stepped into the light beside his brother, smirking at the blond. Of course he was only in his boxers too.

"Reno…wha…?"

"Everyone! Please turn your TVs to channel one-thirty-eight for the porn~!"

Okay, now Roxas knew what was going on. He was about to turn and haul-ass up the steps, when he noticed both red-heads were each holding a syringe filled with clear liquid. Their perverted grins were identical as they raised the syringes and stuck them in their own arms. Roxas stared dumb-founded at them. What the fuck is going on…? Aren't I the one who's supposed to get drugged and raped? Well, not raped, but slutty?

This is when the two males watching him started feeling the effects of the drug. Axel and Reno swiftly dropped their boxers and tackled poor Roxas onto the cold cement floor of the basement.

"Ah! Guys, stop!" …is what he wanted to say. Instead he gave a manly yelp and grunted as he hit the floor, then moaned as Axel eagerly yanked his boxers off him and started pumping his cock to full-hardness. The blond felt his eyes close as Reno kissed him passionately, running a hand over every inch of the teen's body he could reach. He whimpered as the red-head moved to somewhere behind him, then suddenly there was a tight heat surrounding him and he shot up. Roxas' eyes went wide as he watched Axel lowering himself onto his cock. He moaned and let his head fall back onto the cement as he thrust up into his lover.

"Nnn…Roxas…!" Axel threw his head back and moaned as he rode the blond, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as his older brother moved behind Roxas to lift him into a sitting position. "A-Ah! Fuck…" The red-head saw stars as his prostate was hit, and arched his back so his chest touched his lover's.

Reno coaxed Roxas into more of an up-right position and thrust into him dry. The blond yelled and turned his head to glare at him, before turning back around to kiss Axel lustfully as a distraction from the pain. It didn't take long for the three to set a fast pace, all moaning, panting, and covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. Reno's eyes were screwed shut as he reveled in the moans Roxas was giving him, his brother riding the blonds' cock as if his life depended on it.

"R-Reno…I'm gonna come!" Roxas moaned as he felt the man's dick inside him slam into his prostate, pushing him just an inch closer to the edge.

The red-head smirked. "Come for me Roxas."

Axel moaned in approval and watched the teen with glazed eyes, grinding his hips down into his lover's.

"Fuck!" Roxas groaned as he came into Axel, his muscles clenching around Reno's cock and sending him into pleasurable oblivion with him. Axel came just from the sight of his lovers' faces, his cum shooting out to cover the blonds' chest and stomach in hot streams.

It took a while to notice, but once all three males came down from their euphoria, they found that the cameras had shut off. Of course the lights went off as well, leaving only a piss-ass light on by the door leading back into the kitchen.

"I hope you two know," Roxas began as he pulled on his boxers, "that I'm never coming here again." He glared at Axel.

"Don't look at me! Fred and George are the ones that set this whole thing up!"

"…what?"

"You didn't know?" Reno was shrugging on a thick green sweater with an R on it in gold. "Even though they live in London, they're family. Well, twice-removed cousins or something, but still family." He ruffled the teen's blond spies and ran up the steps.

"You're shitting me…"

Axel smirked. "Nope. Now here, put this on and head into the back yard." He tossed a forest-green shirt and black skinny jeans to his lover and ran up the steps behind his brother into the kitchen.

"…what the fuck?"

The colors that greeted the blond once he stepped out into the back yard reminded him of the day he first met Axel's 'family'. Reds and greens were everywhere, the colors contrasting greatly with each other.

He spotted Fred and George, whom he had heard rumors about in the news for the past few years, pouring something into a bowl of punch on a picnic table.

"Roxy! C'mere, I want you to meet Lavi and Cross." Axel bounded up to him from a giant moon-bounce filled with kids. The pyro led Roxas towards two red-heads who were getting drunk off their asses.

"So this must be the young Strife, hm?" The taller man wearing a mask that covered half his face leaned down to look at Roxas like he was up for auction. Then he smirked. "You have a fine boy here Axel, don't let him out of your sight." He took a swig of whatever he was drinking and threw the empty bottle over his shoulder to land in the neighbor's yard.

"Hi Roxas, I'm Lavi. My butt-buddy Allen met your twin a few months ago I believe." He took Roxas' hand and shook it, nearly popping his remaining eye out as he raised his wine glass to take a sip. "Whoops! Better try to stop for now, seeing as I'm driving." He turned and set his glass on top of a rosebush and told it to stay.

This is when Axel rescued him and brought his lover towards a teen with bright orange hair, his face set in a permanent scowl. "I know those two were nuts, but they're pretty sane when they're sober." They stopped a few feet from the scowling teen. "Ichigo, meet Roxas."

Ichigo blinked.

"He's sane."

"Oh. Hi, I'm Ichigo Kurosaki." He smiled and Roxas knew that smile all too well. Apparently it was a family trait, for it went straight to his groin.

"Roxas Strife, nice to meet you."

It was after ten at night before Axel drove Roxas back to his house. They had decided to leave after a game of Dance Dance Revolution went too far and half the family burned the entertainment room to shreds.

"Well?" Axel asked, parking the car in the driveway to Roxas' house. Sora was standing on the front porch, looking relieved to see his brother was still alive.

Roxas' hand was on the seatbelt. "What?"

"Did you notice?"

"…notice what?"

"The party. St. Patrick's Day. Our engagement."

Roxas blinked at him. "Huh?"

Axel chuckled. "It was our engagement party. My family's mainly Irish, so I told them all the day after Valentine's Day that I had proposed to you, so they would all be able to come down here. Well, except for my mom and dad, but they don't count."

Roxas slowly undid his seatbelt, staring out at the empty front yard.

"You okay?"

"Yeah…"

"I have something that'll cheer you up." The pyro smirked as he leaned close to the blond. "How long have you known me?"

"About four years?"

"What's my name?"

"…what are you getting at?"

"Just say my name. My full name."

Roxas stared at him blankly. "I can't, you never told me your last name."

The red-head's smirk grew.

"O'Mally. Axel O'Mally."

Didn't expect that now, did you? XP Anyone wanna know what I did today? I got my hair dyed AXEL RED. I'll put up a photo on my profile tomorrow, which reminds me. My FAQ will be answered after I turn 18 for legal purposes, bu you only have eight days to wait. And wanna know a secret? I like Irish people. 3

Axel: FUCK ME I'M IRISH!

Roxas: ...I can't belive I TOPPED this time...

Reno: You know only Axel and some of the older siblings know our last name? Everyone else, like Fifty-Two has NO IDEA.