It's not that he dislikes any of the veritable cornucopias of other drugs. It's just that, if asked, he would say coke is definitely his vice.
His memory of the party is hazy, but he remembers the blond guessing he wasn't the type to do Quaaludes, which was absolutely fucking correct. He doesn't want sedatives. He wants to go up, up, fucking up.
But sometimes he makes due, he takes what he can get, because he's only a poor college student.
Wait. Back up. The blond.
Axel has been seeing him everywhere since that party. In class, on campus, on the bus, at the clubs and…Axel hasn't gotten up the balls to talk to him again. He doesn't know what it is about the guy that turns him on and puts him off at the same time, but all he does is watch from afar.
The redhead keeps track of how many times he sees the other man during the day. The record is twelve, but Axel thinks that, maybe today, he'll break the record. It isn't even noon yet and he's already at seven.
Despite the freakiness of it, Axel doesn't think he's being stalked. He just thinks they have similar interests. He thinks they have mutual acquaintances.
He knows that one is true when he goes out on Friday night. Luxord has called earlier in the day to tell him that Bob is in town and that means that most of the druggies in the city will be creaming themselves with glee. Luxord invites him over so he can be first in line.
So, he's tramping down the streets late Friday night and he's freezing. He's been trying to save some money for this and it's practically burning a hole in his pocket. He gets to the door, knocks and the voice that answers him isn't Luxord.
Axel groans. "Hey, Marluxia." The door opens and there stands the fairy queen himself. "Aren't you all dressed up with no place to go."
Marluxia has on more glitter than is decent and is dressed like a goddam poof. He's the stereotypical faggot, except for his bitch of a left jab.
"Blow me, Axel," the man replies, fiddling with his earring, attempting to affect nonchalance.
"You actually have a dick?" Axel sneers and pushes his way inside. He hears Marluxia call after him, but he ignores the pansy. He has other friends to greet, a drug dealer to find, and some cocaine to obtain.
He feels up Demyx and then goes to greet Luxord but, halfway through his conversation with the host, he notices a certain tussled head of blond hair. Luxord follows his eyes and a grin spreads across his face. He calls to the guy, acting like some kind of awful matchmaker.
"Axel, this is our new little friend, Clyde."
The blond just blinks his big blue eyes and quirks a little smile. Axel can't believe this shit.
"Clyde?" he repeats, mouth dry. "That isn't actually your name, is it?"
The guy's smile sharpens. "No." Then he walks away and Axel stares after him for a long time until he hears Luxord laughing at him. Marluxia and Demyx have joined him, they also look too smug for their own good.
Axel stands there with them for a while, annoyed and he's kind of embarrassed to be caught staring like a little schoolgirl but…he doesn't actually stop staring. Luxord's invited maybe eight people to this little 'party' and Axel knows them all…except 'Clyde', who has himself situated at the opposite end of the room, listening to Xigbar.
"So," Axel begins, interrupting whatever conversation his friends were having. "Do you guys actually know anything about him?"
"Who? Clyde?" Demyx answers. "Not really, he doesn't talk much."
"But he looks like he'd be fabulous in bed," Marluxia swoons and Axel considers vomiting.
"What's with the crappy name?"
"Who cares? Shut up and watch where you poke your nose," Luxord advises and Axel isn't satisfied with the answer. He turns to look at the blond, who is still just drinking his beer and listening to Xigbar, completely oblivious to the lust and fascination he inspires.
x
Bob enters the apartment at eleven and he's hailed in with joy. He has a briefcase full of goods and he's craving for cash. So, he sits on the couch and deals one by one. He says hello to all his regulars and gives them their usuals. The new kid doesn't escape his notice.
Bob has a crooked smile that fits his 'profession' perfectly. "Haven't seen you before. How'd you get invited?"
'Clyde' matches the grin with ease; it just slides right onto his face. "I made the right friends," he says.
Marluxia sidles up beside them, slinging an arm around the blonde's waist. "Robert, don't be rude, Clyde's a cute kid. A real gem, you know?"
The dealer gives the fop a dry stare. "Well, as long as I have your endorsement."
"I have the money," the purportedly 'cute kid' intones softly and that's enough for Bob.
Clyde gets his stash and is then promptly dragged away by Marluxia. The two of them do a line each and then Marly tries to get the blond into bed. But Clyde is no different than Axel has seen before: he refuses and makes a hasty retreat. He bids goodbye to everyone else and Axel hopes he doesn't notice he's being followed.
They're just walking through the city and Axel hears the blond sniffing and rubbing at his nose and occasionally scratching vigorously at his skin. They go like that all the way to the guy's apartment building. Axel only half recognizes it, because he's left this place twice, he doesn't remember his trips in. He follows past the swinging glass doors and the lobby is plain and boring, so Axel pays no attention to it, just ponders what he wants to do from here. He could run up the stairs or take the elevator afterwards…and he's become a stalker, what the fuck.
Clyde turns around though, standing at the elevator with the doors held open. He's holding the back of his hand under his nose, fingers twitching as he waits impatiently.
"Hurry the fuck up," he says, eye ticking.
They stand in the elevator together and when the lights flicker Clyde makes a terrified noise, while Axel just chalks it up to shitty wiring. Then again, he isn't the one gacked.
In between floors, the mechanism lurches and Clyde is pressed to his side and Axel can feel exactly how fast his heart is beating, it's like a goddam hummingbird. He's suddenly a little relieved that he'd followed the blond, 'cause he's more than a little buzzed. Axel has to pull him bodily from the elevator, down the hall and to his door. Clyde somehow manages to get his keys and turn them in the lock. He goes in and collapses onto the couch immediately. His left hand has blood from his nose, whose flow of blood has slowed to a trickle. His arm is hanging limp over the edge of the couch, fingertips brushing the carpet.
"You know," Axel smirks, wondering if the blond is a.) coherent and b.) would he even be able to get it up should Axel try something. "You're pretty open about letting me in here. What if I was a cop or something?"
The blond turns his head, a huge smile on his face, and breaks down laughing. "I-I I'm not worried," he chatters.
Axel walks forward, sitting down on the coffee table and staring at the man. Those fucking sapphire eyes are absolutely brilliant when he's high. They become shiny and glassy.
"Why's that?" Axel grins.
Clyde giggles and it sounds kind of like the trill of a small bird. "You're a stoner, I can tell." He sticks out his tongue and Axel's cock raises it's head in interest. "Oh my God, it's Harvey!"
Axel realizes then that Clyde is gone. He's completely sucked into his conversation with an imaginary rabbit. He keeps watching the blond for a little bit longer because…Marluxia is right about one thing. He looks like he would be great in bed.
Axel smiles and wanders around the apartment until he finds a sharpie. The redhead writes on the back of the white door in big black letters. Date, time and place, signed: Axel.
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