Four.

"Married! I can't fucken' believe we just got married!"

Roxas laughed and staggered drunkenly on his feet as he grabbed at the tall redhead helping to keep him upright, and unceremoniously shoved his tongue in his mouth.

"Fuck yeah, we did," Roxas breathed onto Axel's grinning lips. "Now shut up and get your shit together, so we can make it back to the hotel without being eaten alive."

They smiled at each other sloppily, pressing their bodies closer together as they swayed in time to a beat only they could hear.

"I love it when you talk like that baby – when you order me around," Axel growled, rolling his hips into Roxas, held so perfectly against him.

"Mmm," Roxas moaned, allowing Axel's lips, and tongue, and teeth to ghost deliciously down the side of his neck. Fuck, that felt good. "I better put that big mouth of yours to better use then…"

Axel just laughed.

Stumbling down the aisle of the shitty little shotgun wedding chapel, Axel pulled Roxas firmly against his side and draped an arm over his shoulders. Fumbling with his own set of sunglasses, Roxas slid the shades over his eyes and looked up at his lover to make sure he was doing the same. It was kind of an industry joke, but they still put the sunglasses on anyway. Not that they would really help anything, except maybe hide the easily discernible drugged out, fucked up gleam in their eyes. They certainly weren't an inconspicuous pair…

There wasn't a single person alivewho didn't know who Roxas and Axel were.

Not bothering to prepare himself, Roxas kicked open the double doors of the chapel, and Axel immediately started pulling them through the crowd of people waiting for them. They were at the centre of a whirlwind of flashing cameras, grabbing hands and shouted questions as they slowly, but surely, pushed their way through to the limo that was still waiting on the street for them.

"Roxas! Roxas! Over here! Have you and Axel finally tied the knot!?"

"Axel! How long have you been out of rehab? Roxas, are you pre-empting a relapse?"

"Where are your wedding rings, guys? Is Xion happy for the two of you – how do you think she'll take this?"

Roxas smirked and ignored all of it. What the hell did he care? Axel and him were on top of the world.

No one could touch them.

-0-

Roxas pressed his index finger to his left nostril and bent towards the glass table in front of him. In one, long, drawn out snort he'd sucked the entire line right up his nose.

"Have you no class, Rox? Where's the hun-gee?" Axel said, sitting beside him on the floor. He waved a hundred dollar note in front of Roxas' face.

"Fuck the dollar bills man – just get it up there." Roxas demanded, lying back on the floor and just feeling so awesome. All of his body was tingling with energy, his pupils just a little bit dilated, and his eyes gleaming feverishly bright. He listened, a manic smile spread across his face as Axel snorted two lines in rapid succession before suddenly seizing Roxas's forearms and hauling him to his feet. Roxas laughed and allowed Axel to pull him into a frenzied, clumsy waltz. They twirled around and around the opulent, mildly trashed hotel room, their breaths gasping out between them as the room shimmered and spun.

"I fucking love you, Ax!" Roxas yelled at the top of his lungs. Axel laughed and attempted to pick him up princess style, but only half succeeded, before throwing him down on the bed. They had their own music playing (to hell with modesty), Axel's sexy voice belting out one of their hit songs; Roxas shredding on his electric guitar, and Xion on bass. They were the biggest thing since The Rolling Stones, and Roxas had never felt so alive! What did it matter if Xion wasn't talking to the both of them? Who gave a shit if Axel had knocked her up? He certainly didn't, and now that he and the man of his dreams were tied at the knot, there was nothing that could bring him down.

"I wanna make love to you, baby…" Axel was murmuring into his collarbone, both of their chests bare and Roxas' skinny jeans painfully tight. Axel was kissing and licking down his chest, his long fingers fumbling with the button on Roxas' jeans, his tongue and lips mouthing wetly over his clothed erection.

Roxas moaned and writhed, his anticipation building. Sex with Axel was amazing, but sex with Axel on coke, was out of this world…

Palming Roxas' cock through his jeans, Axel slid back up Roxas' body and shoved a cigarette between his lips. Staring heatedly into each other's eyes Axel flicked open his zippo lighter and lit it, Roxas not breaking their eye contact in the slightest as he breathed in sharply and blew the smoke out passed his lips. Axel plucked the cigarette from Roxas' mouth and brought it to his own for a quick drag. Blowing the smoke at the ceiling he sealed their mouths together, kissing Roxas out of coherence.

"Don't go away…" Axel murmured with a smirk. Sticking the smoke back between Roxas' lips, he got up off the bed, and hurried back over to the little glass table. Three quick snorts later and Axel was drunkenly stumbling his way back to the bed, the wattage of his smile near blinding.

Roxas' senses still sharp, noticed the change in Axel's demeanour instantly. Axel's eyes were unfocussed and the cheeky smile was rapidly slipping, his chest jerking up and down with his quick, staccato breaths.

"Ax, you okay?"

Axel groaned and clutched at his stomach weakly. His eyes slid shut.

"Fuck!" Roxas swore vehemently, throwing himself off the bed and over to him.

He caught Axel just as he started sinking to the floor, tremors already coursing through his body as his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Hold on, babe! I'm calling you an ambulance!"

Roxas knew he had to keep calm, had to keep himself in check, but he knew he was losing it; the cocaine in his system not helping. He left Axel shaking and trembling on the floor while he searched frantically for his damn iPhone. It wasn't anywhere. He couldn't even find Axels, and they'd thrown the hotel phone out the window as soon as they'd arrived.

He looked round at Axel wildly, panic really starting to set in when he saw how far gone he already was. Violent convulsions were shaking through his thin frame, his limbs jerking and twitching grotesquely. Foam was bubbling past his open lips.

Choking down a sob, Roxas flung himself down on the floor, and gathered Axel's shaking form into his arms. Living the way that they did, neither Axel nor Roxas were a stranger to overdoses, but maybe they'd always been lucky. They'd always managed to get help in time…

Until now.

Axel suddenly went very still, his whole body going lax in Roxas' trembling arms.

All Roxas could hear was Axel warbling over the sound system, and all he could see was Axel's slack, unresponsive face staring up at him from his lap.

Roxas screamed.

He screamed, and screamed, until sounding absurd even to his own ears, he started laughing.

"You're always running away from me…" He stroked Axel's wild hair out of his eyes, wiped away the foam drying on his pale blue lips. "I finally get you to marry me, and then you fucking die."

Laying Axel's head as gently as he could back down on the carpeted floor, Roxas stood and squared his shoulders. His eyes were impossibly dry. He zeroed in on the half a kilo of blow still innocently sitting on top of the little glass table.

"Till death do us part, my ass. Hold on, Ax – I'm coming with you."

He didn't know how much he ended up taking, and he didn't care. Roxas sat on the floor with Axel's head once again cradled in his lap, his fingers running through his vibrant, red hair. He smiled. They'd definitely had fun together while it had lasted.

He idly noted the television mounted on the wall in front of them was playing reruns of CSI: Miami. It wasn't exactly the last thing he wanted to see. He had always hated that show.

Roxas managed to lean down and press a lingering kiss to Axel's lips, right before he finally felt himself slipping away…