What's sad is that I actually know people like these =-=

29.

"Fags like you belong in the garbage." The short, orange-haired boy spat disdainfully.

What the fuck? "And shit-for-brains assholes like you belong in their mothers' basements."

"Watch your cock-sucking mouth." The platinum blond, standing on the right-most of their little line, said sharply, if not as abrasively.

"Mind your own fucking business before I'll have you spitting out teeth!"

The boys on each side snarled and Axel was about to march across the ten feet of grass between them to 'pop 'em some'. Then the blond boy, presumably the oldest, stepped forward. "Now now, I think we all know we could beat the shit out of you in 3 seconds, since we have you outnumbered, but let's be reasonable." A smug grin came across that pasty face of his. Axel wanted to punch it in, just to make it look better in a different colour. "I think you're with that boy because you couldn't get any better."

The tall boy, damn near close to Axel's height, stepped closer to the redhead, shooting out 'egotistical' in every possible direction. "I think…you just couldn't get pussy today." The two lackeys sniggered from behind him. He pulled out his wallet, slipping out a 4x6 photo of probably the sexiest girls Axel had ever seen.

The woman was slender, with modestly curvy hips. Admittedly, she had a boner-stimulating bust size, skillfully framed in a loose, grey shirt. To top it off, she had a helluva pretty face. She had one of those faces that could switch back and forth from sexy to cute. Her long, straight ebony hair brought out the fierce blue-green colour in her eyes. What sexual male creature wouldn't want that?

"Pretty, isn't she? I'll give you her number and you can probably get some tonight, if you wanted."

Upside-down answer to question above: Axel or ləxv (more or less).

"What the hell is your problem?" He growled and grabbed the blond by the scuff of his jacket and lifted him up the 2 inches their heights differed.

"HEY!" The two others raced forward, only to be halted by their leader's outstretched hand. He had a careless smile on his ugly face, which made Axel want to shoot him between the ribcage.

"You have five seconds to get your face out of my sight, before I rip it clear off your head." Axel threw him back to the ground, and the boy staggered back. "And take this whore with you." Axel picked up the wallet that had fallen to the grass and chucked it at the blond head.

"You think we can't take you-?" The youngest stepped forward with a snarl.

"Leave it, Ellis."

"But-!"

"We'll let him off for now." He stood up and dusted himself off. "We can't just go around kicking the shit out of every faggot. We must leave some of them to turn straight and get some girl knocked up."

This guy was beyond twisted.

Axel was about to knock him back to the ground, perhaps kick a few teeth in, when Roxas appeared at his arm, holding him back. "Axel, let's go."

The youngest looked on the verge of puking at the sight of them but then his leader took him by the shoulder. "We're done." He nonchalantly walked away with the boy, as if they had only bumped into each other, while the young one threw one last acid glare towards Roxas and Axel.

"Next time, you're in a body bag." The blond left over declared icily and pointed a finger at the redhead.

"Silver, that's enough!" And they disappeared into the crowds of people, who Axel finally noticed had accumulated.

Roxas, who had seen the shouting attract the onlookers, pulled Axel by the elbow to a portion of the area less populated.

Axel didn't look any more calm than he had 2 minutes ago. His shoulders were tense. His fists were twitching, as if ready to strangle the three of those boys' necks. He had the eyes of the devil, fixated on the clumps of yellow grass in front of them. Once they sat down on a bench, Roxas broke the silence. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he replied tiredly. "I'm just sorry that this happened."

"Those guys were jerks." Roxas tried but Axel showed no signs of being comforted. "Ax, it's over, let's forget about them." Roxas smiled at the man, hoping for reciprocation. It was received little by little, with encouraging pats on the arm.

"Alright." The redhead managed a small smile. He took a deep breath to calm himself and looked back at the boy with a warmer smile. "So, what now?"

Happy he was somewhat back to his positive disposition, Roxas beamed. "It's nearly 7:00. What did you have planned for the evening portion of our day?" Roxas, get your head out of the gutter, he told himself. Now is not the time.

Axel seemed to have remembered something, since he snapped his two fingers and said, "Oh! Right. Do you want dinner now?"

"Yeah, sure." They left the sitting area and discussed what to eat. Though Roxas was a little skeptical as to why the man got it to go; even more when they headed for the car.


"It's not that I care where we eat. I'm just curious." Roxas took his seat in the truck with the large meat-lovers pizza on his lap.

"Rox, this whole day has been put together for your surprise. The dinner portion and location is no different." Axel said proudly and pulled out into the street. Ten minutes later, the truck entered a wooded area and drove through a cleared path, some branches sweeping past their windows.

"I'm not eating outside. I'm not a chipmunk."

Axel laughed. "No arboreal dinning. I'll keep that in mind."

The sun had started going down, so the place looked even more dark and ominous. The trail didn't look frequently used, like this place hadn't been discovered by many people. Where were they going? Why were they going so far away from civilization? Was there a slightest chance that Roxas' life was in danger? Perhaps Axel making the day as pleasant as possible was just a clever rouse to gain his trust! I've been watching too much CSI… Roxas spotted the orangey sky beyond the sparse branches ahead. Branches of trees that seemed to be getting smaller as they drove on…

"Axel..?" They reached a small clearing when the man made a three-point turn. Cautiously, they backed up, parking a good 5 feet from the edge… of the cliff. "Where are we?" He asked trying to look around in his seat.

"Get out. Don't drop the pizza." Axel jested, taking out the plastic bag with their soda and a mini-duffle bag (because a bigger one would have made Roxas run for his life.) The blond sighed and manoeuvred his way out of his seatbelt and tree-constricted door. He got to the back of the truck to find Axel taking a thick, navy-blue blanket from the duffle bag and spreading it over the back. "Okay," he said when the back had turned into a 'seat'. "Sit."

"This is where we're going to eat?"

"Yup."

"Right here in the woods?"

"Yup."

"In front of trees?" Axel turned around to face the trees separating them from the cliff… and pulled one out. "Are those fake?" Roxas asked in amazement.

"Well, I'm not going to uproot baby trees just for you, Rox. Plus, the view is nicer, isn't it?" View? Roxas stepped around the side to where he was supposed to sit and saw a misty horseshoe. By then, Axel had pulled out a couple more synthetic trees and the bulk of the falls could be seen clearly.

"Wow…" Roxas said with an exhale. This was definitely 'breath-taking' scenery. The falls were right there. He could almost feel the spray of the water. Everything was basically white, it made his insides feel light. And of course above the water was the sky. -The bright ty-dye-shirt sky with fat, cumulous fluff.

It was so different here. Obviously it wasn't crowded-looking like when you see it from ground level. It wasn't interrupted by tall apartments and street lamps and stuff. It was just sky. All sky. Now you know what all those landscape-painting artists were looking at and thought 'huh, that'd be nice to hang on my wall.'

"Hey, don't drop the pizza." Axel laughed, taking a seat next to him. Roxas put the box behind them as the redhead handed him a Sprite. It fizzed as he opened it.

"Axel.. This is beautiful."

That seems to be the reoccurring theme when I'm with you. OH NO. OH NO, NO, NO, You did not just think that! Axel groaned to himself. "Yeah it is." He lifted the can of coke to his lips to make sure his thoughts didn't accidentally slip out. "I like nature. I don't like camping in it or taking hikes in it, but I love watching it."

"Yeah?" Roxas smiled. "I like the sunset. It's the only time of the day that watching the sun doesn't blind you. And it leads to the night-time." The boy swung his leg while keeping the other propped against his chest.

"You a night person?"

"Yeah." And just like that, those scandalous thoughts were back. "So! Let's eat?" Roxas opened the pizza box between them and they took a slice each.


After twenty minutes, a whole pizza eaten, and a lengthy debate on whether that guy in the secret ending was Light as a shinigami or not, Roxas was getting nervous. He knew what he wanted to do, but getting there was a lot more difficult; dropping that initial sign that said 'Hey buddy, I want you on me tonight.'

He never expected to be so attracted to one person, but his senses where choking on the man's pheromones that were radiating in every direction. Just a few minutes ago, Axel had some sauce on his finger, so he licked it. Roxas nearly fell of the truck (which would then have him roll off the cliff.)

Roxas was so antsy; the tiniest feather could push him over the edge. The theme from Mario Kart's Baby Park started playing. "Wah! Oh.." Initial shock from the vibrations in his pocket subsided and he laughed, then looked at his caller ID. "Umm, do you mind?" He motioned behind them to the man beside him as to excuse himself from the fine moment they were just having.

"No, go ahead." Axel smiled.

"Thanks." He got up. "I'll just be a minute." He rounded the corner of the truck, past the Axel's side, opened the passenger side door and climbed into his seat.

Axel let out a deep exhale.

This was bad. Roxas was bored. He thought taking this boy to such a secluded place that no one's ever been with an awesome view would make some sort of an impression on him, but no. Roxas has been quiet, not making eye contact, and not even looking around. At least that would explain his silence, but no! –He's been staring at his soda can for the past twenty minutes! This was bad.

This is what happens when you do something different for someone else; you don't know if you're doing it right, you haven't seen any other person's reaction to gauge this person's reaction, you're put in this very vulnerable position and 'vulnerable' does not fly with you! You've probably taken out hundreds of different people. Both girls and guys (granted, nearly all had similar personalities, but they were all still different).

You had a routine. Where did that go? You've nailed this routine down ages ago: 1) Are they a cluber or a raver? 2) Are they stilettos or converse? 3) Are they a highball or hard liquor? 4) Are they grains or meat? (Or in some cases, neither?) 5) Anarchist or conformist?

These five and many others are there to guide you to what sort of date you take them out on. Ho, ho! But Roxas. He likes Big Bang. His shoes are typically the same generic brand that is one colour and doesn't look cheap. What he drinks is a little grey right now, which is weird because that's usually one of the first things you find out. He can eat ANYTHING. He's not too much of a rebel but doesn't even know what is 'in' to be following it. He likes Big Bang.

The system has failed, the computers are smoking. Big bright red letters are flashing in your mind saying ERROR! ERROR! Asking a guy like Roxas out was stepping out of your comfort zone, and you know never to do that again!

"Axel?"

The older man looked behind him. "Hey, Roxy!" The blond was just standing there, with an unreadable expression on his face. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, I just…"

"Yeah…?" Roxas stepped closer to him, cell phone clenched tightly in his right hand.

"I just need to be sure of something." Sure of what? Axel wondered, frowning and his answer came immediately. Roxas leaned in and kissed him.


Whenever I mention yaoi to someone new, they always tell me 'but I'm cool with it, I've got gay friends/siblings/WHATEVER.' And then, I'm all: "… okay. Good for you." =-= ALWAYS. "I've got gay friends. I've got a gay sister. My dog is gay." …Well, maybe not that last one. But GUH!

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