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Roxas never cared what his dad did with his life. Until he fell in love with the boyfriend's younger brother. They're engaged to be married, but will the young lovers stand up for their relationship? I mean it's not REALLY incest!

It is written in first person, chapters switching viewpoints from Axel to Roxas. Axel for odd numbered chapters, Roxas for even numbered chapters.

"Wait out here for a moment, Roxas," Zexion left me outside the office, where I idly wondered what was going on. I was suddenly grabbed by the shirt and yanked into the room, falling stupidly and blushing as Zexion helped me up.

The Prince frowned at me, and I avoided his eyes. "So you ran away, did you? It's odd that you went unnoticed in my home, because from what I can gather, that is where you stayed the night."

Confused, I whispered. "Your… home?"

"Yes, father. He stayed with me last night," Zexion replied.

It clicked in my head that Zexion had just called the Prince his father, but I didn't react as the two left the office until I heard someone whisper my name. "Roxas?"

I jolted and turned to the wide-eyed redhead. 'So this is what I was summoned for… I've been found…'

His tone was more resolute when he called my name again. "Roxas? Roxas…" he ran over and pulled me into a desperate hug. "I'm so glad you're alright! I was so worried! Roxas… Roxas you have no idea how happy I am to see you safe…"

My reply was an upset murmur. "Axel…?"

"Yes, my love? Is something wrong?" he sounded nervous now.

I remained firm nonetheless. "You shouldn't have come here."

"Wh-what?" he whispered, and I felt my heart shatter at the idea of pushing Axel away.

"Exactly what I said. I wouldn't have come to school if I'd known you would find me," I tried to free myself and leave, but he caught me.

"R-Roxas… What… why… Roxas…" he clutched my wrist.

"I… I know… about the engagement…"

"So do I."

"I wanted to see my dad become… an emotional mess… because I felt… betrayed by him."

Axel replied in a distressed tone. "Roxas, your dad IS a mess! He called our house at four in the morning, breaking down into tears and saying you were missing… And Cloud wasn't the only one you hurt you know! When he told me you disappeared, I was heartbroken! I was worried I would never see you again… I thought something awful had happened to you! I've been walking all over the city since four-thirty trying to find you, and when I finally do, you're telling me that I shouldn't have?"

"Axel… I…" I gasped at the realization that I had started to cry. "I don't want it to be this way… why? Why did it have to happen like this? I can't bear the thought of losing you…"

"Roxas, you never think, do you? You say you can't bear losing me, so you run away and scold me for chasing you? I can't live without you, either, Roxas! I love you! You're everything to me, and without you… without you… I never want to BE without you," Axel pulled me into an embrace, and I looked up at him, pulling him down into a kiss.

"Axel…" I breathed as he began to kiss back. My shoulders slowly collided with the wall behind me and he moved his tongue along my lips to request permission to enter my mouth, which I granted eagerly, a moan escaping into his mouth. "Nn…"

Suddenly, he pulled away, intaking a breath of pain. I looked at him, noticing something I hadn't before. "Roxas… Sorry… I don't know what—"

"What happened to your neck?" I muttered.

He seemed to not know what I was referring to, and walked over to look at his reflection. "My… neck? Holy shit!" his hand covered the marking as he whirled around to face me. "Roxas, don't get the wrong idea…"

I pretended to be searching through my backpack. "Who said I had an idea? Feeling guilty?" I accused.

"Roxas, that's not it at all!"

"What's not it?"

"Please don't toy with me like this, Roxas. I love you, and you know that!"

"I never claimed you didn't love me."

"Roxas!" he snapped, and I saw his hand moving toward my face. I screamed, backing away when his fingers came in contact with my skin. "Roxas?"

I broke down into sobs as memories of being hit the night before clawed at my brain. "Don't hit me! I'll hate you and I'll never forgive you!"

"Hit you? Why on Earth would I ever hit you? I would never do something like that," he knelt in front of me.

"That's what Dad said too! But he still hit me! I want him to break like I did!" I felt cruel saying it, but I was too shaken up to really care.

"Break… you… your dad… he hit you? Roxas, I never… I never knew he hit you…"

"He did last night!" I shouted. "He yelled at me and then he hit me and I ran away! I didn't want you to find me because I'm scared to go back!" I was probably shaking like a leaf, but I couldn't tell, I felt so sick to my stomach all of a sudden. "I'm scared and I'm angry and I sort of wish my dad would get hit by a car, just like Mom!" I regretted saying that about a millisecond later. I never really thought about my mother, but last night I had yelled at Dad that it was his fault she died, when it really wasn't.

It was a dark, snowy evening, and I was curled up by the fireplace, trying to keep warm while my parents argued. This was only the fourth time I had ever seen my father, because it was our annual Christmas visit. Mom was saying how she only brought me here because she couldn't afford to keep the apartment warm enough for me, and that she never even wanted Dad to meet me. It was a frequent argument they had, whether or not Dad had the right to see me every once in awhile.

He had gotten my mom pregnant when they were both seventeen, and they had already broken up by the time Mom found out she was going to have me. She hated Dad for getting her pregnant, but she never told him about it. When I was born, Dad found out through a friend of my mom's, who said that I was his son. He asked where we were living and came to our house when I was two months old, asking my mother why she never told him that she was pregnant, and whether or not he would be allowed to see his son.

Mom reluctantly agreed to let him meet me, and when he asked if he could come and see me again, she said no, so he bargained that she would bring me to see him on Christmas every year. She never wanted my dad to know about me. She never wanted to see or hear from him again. But my father was always kind to her, and he would always tell her that he loved her, and that he loved me, because he did. He loved Mom, even though she wanted nothing to do with him. He loved me, even though I never smiled or reacted emotionally to anything or anybody.

Dad loved us, but Mom didn't want him to.

So that night was Christmas. I was three years old and sitting by the fireplace while I listened to Mom yelling at Dad while he tried to calmly convince her to calm down and change her mind. It was near-blizzard conditions outside, and Mom was threatening to leave, even though Dad was trying to convince her to stay because it was too dangerous to go anywhere. The power was out, and Dad had the generator running and the fireplace was tended to in order to keep the house warm enough for us.

Mom had lifted me up and tried to walk outside, but Dad snatched me from her arms as she opened the door, yelling at her because I could die from hypothermia out there, and if she wanted to be stupid and stubborn she should leave me out of it, and that he wasn't going to let me die just because she was angry.

He tried to get her to stop, to reconsider, to stay in the house and at least wait out the storm, but she refused to listen, saying she'd be back for me when the snow stopped and that he'd "better not get too comfortable" with me being there because he was "the asshole insisting I leave him here".

And with that, she slammed the door behind her, storming off down the street. He watched her leave through the window, and I still remember the feeling of him shaking in horror as a car tried to stop short, slipping on the ice and going off the road, hitting my mom and killing her instantly. I remember the way Dad cried, petting my hair as he held me close to him for the whole night. He whispered my mom's name in despair over and over, before nuzzling his face against my hair and muttering "I love you, Roxas… I'm sorry… I'm sorry, Roxas… I love you… I'll protect you… Roxas…"

I felt terrible for yelling at Dad that it was his fault Mom died just because I was upset. He never even talked about her because he didn't want to upset me and he still felt horrible for not being able to stop her.

"Roxas, your dad is heartbroken, and he's sorry… he really does love you…"

I snapped back into reality. "It only takes one time of him hitting me and he'll do it again!"

"Cloud regrets it! He doesn't want to hurt you, and I don't want to see you get hurt! Roxas… did you know that Reno has a lot of scars? Our father would beat the shit out of him at least once a week. Roxas, he got a few of those beatings trying to protect me. I would take a million severe ass-whoopings to keep you safe, but I don't think I'll have to do that. Your dad wouldn't hit you again. I promise that… and if he does… I'll be right there to get smacked around in your place."

I simply stared at him.

He kissed me, pleading to me in a hushed tone. "Roxas, I love you. Please… come home… I need you. You're the more precious thing I've ever laid eyes on, and I want to treasure you and keep you safe from harm forever. Roxas… Roxas, come back with me. Don't make me go alone. Don't make me go back to being Nobody. Come with me. I want to feel…"

I couldn't go back. "You aren't cheating on me."

"Baby, I could never cheat on you. I love you."

"Then where… where did you get that mark?"

"Do you want the truth?"

I nodded.

"Reno got drunk and pretty much molested me in the hallway last night," Axel confessed, smirking slightly at just how funny the scenario was.

"Really?"

"Couldn't have happened any other way, baby."

I broke into laughter. "That is really weird, but really funny… God damn it, Axel, you let your brother do that to you? Even though YOU were the one that was all 'I can't sleep with you because you're my nephew even though you're not' the second time we had sex!"

"I'm not gonna lie… Reno looks like me, and you know as well as I do that I'm fucking gorgeous."

"I can't believe you and your fat head sometimes," I kissed him.

"But you love it. You know you love it," his voice was a seductive coo.

I smirked thoughtfully. "Hm… If it's you, then I'm obligated to love it."

He blocked my next attempt to kiss him, looking at me seriously. "Are you coming home? Don't do this if you aren't coming back with me."

I stared at him, heartbroken.

"Roxas… are we going to defend ourselves? We might be able to do something to put a stop to this engagement. I don't want to lose you."

I opened my mouth to speak, turning my head and looking at the floor. "My dad… he's happy with Reno…"

"Roxas… you deserve to be happy too. You've spent your whole life being alone and depressed, and now we're together… are you happy being with me?" Axel took my hands and made me look at him.

"Of course I'm happy with you! I love you!" I replied, taken aback.

"Then why are you trying to make yourself miserable like this? Roxas, your feelings are important too. Forget about everyone else for now and think about what it is YOU want."

"What… I want?" I bit my lip when he nodded. "I want… to be with you… because you… you make me happy…"

"And you DESERVE to be happy, Roxas. So BE happy. I'm here for you. I love you. I'll fight by your side to stay with you… But I need you to fight for me too, okay? Can you do that for me, love? Stay with me and we'll find a way to be together," our fingers weaved together.

"Okay… I trust you, Axel…" I cuddled against his shoulder, suddenly jumping away as the school bell rang and Zexion followed the Prince back into the office.

"Mr. Corre, Mr. Strife, I hope that this situation has been worked out, because school has ended and I request you leave my office. I hope I don't see you two again soon. Stay out of trouble!" the Prince glared at my friend. "Zexion, go home. I do not want to see you for the rest of the night."

"Yes, father."

"What was that?"

"Yes, SIR."

"Out."

We started walking toward my house, when I noticed something in the corner of my eye. I stopped and looked at Zexion.

"Zexion, you're still bleeding…" he swatted my hand away when I tried to look. "Let me see it, Zexion."

It looked serious, and it must have been, it had been bleeding for over twenty minutes and was still going.

"Oh my God, Zexion, this is going to get infected. The Prince did this to you?"

He sighed. "My father is not one to tolerate my presence. I was unsure why he summoned you, but I wasn't going to let him hurt you if that was his intention. Obviously the only person he will ever hurt is me."

"That's terrible! Does your dad abuse you?"

"No. He infrequently punishes me for lack of a better target. It's not abusive, he simply hates me and wants me to run away. However, I will not abandon my brother. I don't care what my father thinks, Ienzo is too young to leave and I will not leave him there alone to take my place when father needs a victim."

"We have to clean that cut before it gets infected. Zexion, why don't we get you washed up at your house first. I still have stuff there anyway that I have to pick up."

He nodded in agreement. "Father will not be returning until late tonight."

When we reached his house, he called up the stairs for his brother.

"Ienzo! Are you home?"

"Yeah, I'm coming!" the silverette slid down the railing and smiled at my lover. "Hi, Axel!"

"H-hey."

We cleaned up and bandaged Zexion's wound, and I grabbed my stuff before we retraced my walk through the woods from the previous night. Axel listened closely for a moment.

"I guess the police stopped looking… Cloud must be freaking out, and they probably think I got killed or something."

"Ah, yes. I almost forgot. You're 'Axel', correct?" Zexion inquired.

"Yeah… Yeah, that's me… why?"

"I thought so."

I looked at him, expecting an opinion. "So…"

"He's very red. You said he had red hair, but I didn't know that you meant RED hair."

I frowned. "Is that all?"

"No. That was just the first thing I noticed. Though it is something very hard to miss. I am usually a good judge of character, so I am almost always correct, but I will say nonetheless that he had better be good to you, Roxas," he had a small smile on his lips, and I felt warmth well up in my chest.

Axel defended himself. "I am good to him."

"I know you are, Axel," I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Regardless, if there's ever any—What is that?"

"What?"

"That sound."

"Cloud, stop!"

"That's Reno's voice!" Axel cried, bolting off in the direction of the voice, ignoring my calls after him telling him to slow down or wait.

What was going on?

Review! Oh, and background! Now you know what happened to Roxas' mommy.