Author Notes: Each and every review is fully appreciated, and I love hearing everything you all have to say! A story is no story unless it is read, so knowing that people not only read this, but also enjoy it sends tingles down my spine.

Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts Axel would of never died and he and Roxas would be living together. There would be smooching scenes and Leon would be humped by Cloud at every other turn...Irvine would also feature, instead of him being a 'suggested' character. They put Rikku in eventually, hopefully they'll do the same with him too. Then my trio of lovelies will be complete and I'll have stuff to drool over. Auron, Vivi and Irvine...Oh how I love thee. But I don't own Kingdom Hearts, as you can tell. So I resort to writing fanfics like this...

Story Notes: This is an AU with slash pairings, mature content, swearing and often random ramblings that make no sense whatsoever so don't worry too much. Sometimes in the AU-verse there will be little mentions of the games, including spoilers and what I would like to happen in KH3, because we all know that it'll happen! There may even be sexual scenes and what-not, so you have been warned. Remember, this fanfic contains slash themes!

Nobody's Loveletter

Seeing that lithe figure on his bed, laying stretched out, arching his chest upwards in a languid motion was breathtaking. Eyes were closed, a placid look upon his face, with a gently smile curling at the corners of luscious lips set on a pale face, with tear-drop make-up designs on his cheeks just below those emerald eyes that were hidden beneath closed lids. Just watching the sight make his head spin.

It was beautiful and seductive.

It made him feel sick.

There was an appreciative groan as that annoying itch on the base of his spine was scratched, a long arm twisting under the arched body to attack the irritation. Arm was pulled out from beneath him and the redhead snuggled down into the comfy bed, rolling his shoulders to get comfy.

If he had any idea of how it looked to Roxas though, would he still of scratched in such a seductive way?

Or maybe he'd done it on purpose anyway.

"So tell me why you decided to come all the way to my home just so you could be nosy?" Roxas inquired, head tilting to the side slightly. He was sitting cross-legged on his own bed, while the taller, older male took up most of the expanse of sheets. He would of complained, but with his head in such a mess, and the sight before him affecting him in a way he never thought possibly, Roxas wasn't about to do any complaining.

Eyes opened, and in the soft darkness, the only light provided by the lamp on the table beside Roxas' bed, looked up at the blond. "I told you before you let me in. You never told me why you broke down in tears,"

There was a shrug from the boy. "I don't like parties,"

Axel snorted. "Liar. Now tell me through truth," hand lifted to point an accusing finger at him. "I've never seen you cry, in all my years of trying to get your attention, and some of the things I did deserved a good cry about" Blue eyes glared at him, and Axel bit his tongue. "I mean, something really bothered you. Since I told you my stories, I want to hear at least one of yours"

Shoulders rose and fell with a deep, heavy sigh. "I was reminded of my parents,"

"Cus' people were smoking weed?"

"No," he replied with a soft shake of his head. "Because Hayner was telling me how wonderful his parents were for letting him have a party. At first I felt jealous; my parents had never let me through a party, but then I didn't feel jealous, I just felt..." There was a pause while Roxas tried to find the right words. Eyes drifted away from the other teen to the sheets of the bed.

"Sad? Upset?" Axel suggested, rolling onto his side, using his arm to prop his head up.

"I don't know. My feelings have been pretty fucked up lately," he admitted. "What with Cloud and Naminé coming into my life, the whole new change of home, getting used to a whole new family setting. So much has been going on that I'm just getting so out of it and my emotions have been mixing themselves up" He tried to force a smirk onto his face to somehow lighten the mood. "I mean, I thought I fancied you for a while then,"

Maybe it was just his emotions going out of whack that was leaving him with these feelings for the other boy. But being so close to him now, it was like they were truly real. They felt so strong.

Axel's green eyes widened and mouth fell open. "You thought you fancied me?"

One armed shrug. "Yeah. Well, at least I think it was you. There's this person in my head, when I think about them my body goes all weird. But I can't see their face, and I don't even know their name. I do know that they have the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen though."

"Whoa there. How can you say its me you like then?"

There was a sigh from Roxas. "I can't. But your eyes, they're the same," with a groan Roxas flopped forwards on the bed, burying his head into the blankets. Whatever he said next came out as muffled garble.

"Your going to have to repeat yourself there Rox," Axel said, reaching out with a hand to poke the side of the other boy. Roxas was dressed for bed he presumed, because he was wearing a certain worn black shirt with a tear at the seam. "I didn't hear a word of it"

Head lifted with a flourish of hair with it. "I'm not gay!" he announced. Loud enough for it to have force, but barely a shout as to not wake anyone else in the house that might be sleeping.

There was a slight snigger from the redhead, despite him trying his very best to keep it hidden. "I'm sure your not,"

"I hate you," Blue eyes glared at the other. "And I don't see how anyone could like you,"

A saddened sigh from the red, eyes cast to the blankets. Fingers gripped the sheets tight, lower lip slipped into his mouth. "Neither can I..." he whispered. "I can't keep a relationship going. Hell, I can't even get one going! I either pick the wrong guys, or the wrong guy picks me..."

The reaction from Axel was not what he had expected. Roxas was expecting something more violent, or at least some harsh words and a punch coming his way. Instead, he ended up with the total opposite. It made him feel terrible inside. Never had he seen Axel so emotional by a certain subject. Although, up until recently, the teen had never even imagined there was more to Axel than him being a stuck-up brat with a passion for pissing people off. Especially Roxas himself.

"Look, Axel..I didn't mean it like that..." he began, although the other's weight shifted and the teenager rose from the bed, placing soft footsteps on the floor as he made his way to the door. "Axel...?" Roxas turned on the spot, following the other tugging on his coat. "Hey, you don't have to leave..."

There was no fire burning the emerald city as eyes were turned onto Roxas. Silently, the taller and older male turned and left the room, making his way silently down the stairs. Leaping from his bed and following him, the blond stood atop the stairs as he watched the door open and Axel slipped out into the world to head off to only he knew where. Swearing through gritted teeth, he turned back to return to his room when a light flashed on on the landing.

Standing in the doorway to Elra's bedroom, a hand on the light switch, was Cloud; a black shirt pulled hurriedly onto his pale, slender frame, hanging open to reveal a torso that looked like it once had time and effort spent on it to get into a nicely toned shape. But those days were gone, and so was the wonderful shape, but the hints still remained. A hand was raised to block the light from his eyes, but they were focused on Roxas.

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"Do you have any idea what fucking time it is you piece of foul smelling shit brick?"

Axel smirked up at the tired face, that was hidden behind a mop of extremely mussed up hair of a strange light blue-grey hue. "Lovely to see you too Zexion, I missed you too"

"Piss off," muttered the older male as he turned and shuffled into the living room of Demyx's home, leaving the door open for Axel. He wore nothing more than a pair of loose fitting grey boxer shorts and one black sock on his left foot. As he walked away from Axel, the teen noticed scratch marks on his back that looked as if they definitely didn't come from Pizza; the black cat with the white tail.

Door was closed and Axel followed, hands sinking into the pockets of his hoodie, eyes glancing around the family home.

It was a nice family home, much like Roxas', only this one liked its clutter instead of the nice and neat home Elra prided herself on. Obviously though, they were heading for the basement, and laying on his back on the broken couch, a blue sitar across his chest, fingers strumming it lightly, was Demyx. Striped down to his underwear, and a nice rosy bite mark on his neck. Dirty blond hair was splayed over the cushions, and there was a familiar feline curled up on outstretched legs. The twenty-something year old took up nearly all of the black sofa as he spread over it. Eyes removed themselves from the ceiling and flashed to Zexion, and their new guest.

"Axel? I thought you were partying tonight?" he said, wriggling his leg to encourage Pizza to move, then swung his legs around and sat up, resting the instrument upon his lap, hand reaching out to pet the feline that he'd forced to move.

The redhead shrugged and sunk into the space made by the other, then flopped back onto the broken backrest. "I think we need to talk..." he said, hands reaching up to push his fingers into his hair.

Zexion was about to sit in 'his' chair, but made to rise instead as Axel spoke those words. "I'll be upstairs..."

Head lifted so green eyes could focus on the almost naked man. "No, you stay," Those eyes spoke volumes and Zexion fell into the armchair in a rather hesitant manner. Axel plopped his head back down and looked over to Demyx, who nodded to show he understood what they'd be talking about. "What am I to you?"

Demyx pondered this for long moments, scratching the cat behind the ear, occasionally giving an affectionate tug. "Your my friend..." he began.

"Just a friend? I'm just a friend you fuck, right?" Axel said, tone harsh. He didn't know how he felt about their relationship, let alone how Demyx felt. "I crash at your place because I have no where else to go, and in payment you get to screw me senseless? That right?"

"Are you sure you want me to stay...?" Zexion didn't like how this conversation was going. It was somewhere around three am, and he was tired. Most importantly though, he didn't want to get involved.

"Yes I want you to fucking stay!" Axel snapped. "Is that what you do to? For somewhere to stay you fuck for a roof over your head?" He'd sat upright now, glaring over at the other. "I knew something was going on, but I didn't care. At least, I thought I didn't care"

There was a sigh from next to him. Demyx placed the instrument into the case that lay on the floor and turned his full attention to Axel. "Look, you leave Zex' out of this. What we do is of none of your concern"

The youngest in the room growled, hands clenching into fists as if he were trying to stop himself from punching the dirty blond. "None of my concern?" he shouted, glaring daggers at him. "I kept wondering if we had a relationship together, something along the lines of us being together. I kept wondering if I could have a boyfriend again, but I see your not even fucking thinking about!" With another growl, Axel forcefully stood up and went to storm up the basement stairs.

He didn't reach them though, as a hand clamped onto his wrist. Turning to glare at his capture, he was face to face with Zexion. "Your a selfish little bitch. You whine too much and you moan like a whore. You only think of yourself, and you dare to bring me into this just so you can decide whether or not your going to date Demyx?" Fingers clenched tighter on the thin wrist. "He was mine first, and you dare imply that I was stealing him from you!"

Axel stumbled, both physically and mentally. He'd been introduced to Zexion through Demyx, but never thought their relationship went deeper than them being close friends, until he started noticing signs on them both. What made it so strange was that Zexion never showed any sign of jealousy when Demyx and Axel were barely across the room and getting very, very close with each other.

"Zex...Let him go..." Demyx said, slowly rising to his feet to try and break the pair apart before something terrible happened. "Axel, come sit down, have a drink. We have some explaining to do to you..."

Gritting his teeth as the hold on his arm was released and Zexion returned to his seat, Axel moved to one of the beanbags instead, sinking into the purple furry fabric as the foam beans moulded the seat around him. He wasn't about to go and sit next to Demyx now. "Well, explain away then," he said, waving his hand in the air slightly, as if giving them permission to speak.

Demyx was the first to open his mouth after a long silence, with both males staring at each other across the room. "We met through our music tutor. Zexion was learning to the play the guitar and he wasn't getting to grips with the chords very well, so the tutor recommended that he get someone to help him in his spare time. I was that recommendation..."

"We got along really well, and he taught me loads of tricks that the tutor didn't teach," Zexion said as the other paused in his story.

"We started hanging out more, practising together. I invited him over one night and we stayed up talking. Then he asked me if I had a girlfriend, or anyone I had my eye on. Most eighteen year olds are hormone crazy. I was no different..." He paused again, running his hand over his hair. "Except I wasn't crazy for girls. I'd been trying to keep my attraction to him secret, but I told him I was gay,"

Zexion smiled, remembering the moment. "I asked him if he found me attractive."

"I couldn't stop myself then. I kissed him. He wasn't just attractive, he was fucking gorgeous!"

Axel's eyes narrowed at Demyx. "Then why did you come after me? It sounds like you two made a wonderful couple"

Demyx smirked and shrugged loosely. "Zex was going through an experimentation faze. He told me the next morning. But he said that we'd still be friends. We never really shared moments like that again until my twenty first birthday. His present to me involved him wrapped up in red ribbons, laying on rose petals on his bed. It was the best gift anyone gave me. But it didn't last. I thought maybe I'd have my chance with him, but two weeks later he introduced me to his new girlfriend; Paine. She worked with him, and they seemed to suit each other in a way he and I didn't have."

Scratching his head boredly, green eyes flitted from one to the other, no quite seeing how this story fitted with him.

"I'm bi, I guess. I learned what I liked when I was younger, Demyx was amazing, but so was Paine. She had such a hidden past, she kept herself so secret," the other older male in the room said, sinking into the armchair with a slight yawn.

Hand was brushed through red locks. "But your twenty-two now Demyx, and I've never met this Paine" he clarified. "So what happened for a whole year?"

Demyx pondered about his story and how to get to the point without missing out important details. "You met me earlier this year. Paine didn't like coming here, so Zex never brought her over when you were here"

"We broke up two months ago. I felt like total shit, and Demyx was there for me. He's always been there for me,"

Said male nodded in agreement with what Zexion said. "I didn't know where we stood in our relationship, but I've had these growing feelings for Zexion for so long..."

There was another growl, and a beer can flew over Demyx's head. "So you were fucking him and me? You let me believe I might be in with a chance, while you were secretly humping your best friend? Your a total fuckhead Demyx, and I hate you!"

Sitting upright after ducking the metal projectile, he nodded. "I know I am. I should of stopped it with you, but you seemed to needy sometimes and I felt like you thought I was the only person you could come to for help. I didn't want to turn you out on your ass, nor did I want to break your heart. I was afraid you were in love with me or something..."

Axel scoffed and folded his arms firmly across his chest. "Yeah, right..." He would of glared, but as he watched Pizza nuzzling Zexion's hand affectionately, he understood just why Demyx and himself just weren't connecting in such a way. "Roxas was right"

Demyx shifted on the couch, moving closer to the redhead and reaching out to placing a comforting hand on a thin shoulder. "Your still my friend, I do care for you. I'm really sorry for letting it get like this. You can still crash here whenever you want though Axel." It was amazing, yet somewhat frightening to see Axel in such a subdued state after something like that. Demyx was expecting him to leap up and punch him in the jaw. "I'm sorry we can't be what you want"

"I don't even know what I wanted us to be," he said, looking up at the other, then glancing over to Zexion. "So, you two are really into one another?"

Zexion shrugged nonchalantly. "I've been forcing my feelings down for years. I've always like guys, but I never thought I'd ever feel emotionally attached to one. I always thought it as 'just sex', nothing more. In the end, Paine made me realise after she broke my heart that part of it I'd left with a friend"

Axel narrowed his eyes at the pair, then moved towards Zexion and pulled him out of the armchair. Once it was vacated, he slumped into the spot and allowed Pizza to leap into his lap as he curled up his legs. "Go sit with him then dipshit. You don't have to hide it from me anymore. Just...Don't get all smoochy around me"

"What the fuck has happened to you Axel? You get dropped on your head or something?" Demyx asked, staring wide eyed and amazed at the youngster. "Or is it a guy?"

Hand smoothed down the soft black fur and he smiled. "There's just something about him..."

Zexion narrowed his eyes as he slumped down next to the musician. "Please don't you dare say your thinking of going to the land of gumdrops and rainbows..."

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Author's Notes: I have no idea why Demyx is with Zexion...It just sort of appeared! As for the birthday gift Demyx was given, I'm flitting about thinking about whether or not I should write it...

Lots of people pair Demyx with Axel, and I kinda fell on the bandwagon. I wanted to leap off it though, and Zexion proudly provided the route for that.

Zexion: I'm sexy and I know it, uh-huh!

There's lots of swearing in this chapter x3

Roxas will keep denying the Nobody in his head for a while, he really doesn't want to admit who it really is.

Before anyone says...No, Cloud is not going to jump Roxas...I just wanted a sexy image of Cloud in there xP -drools over the thought of Cloud in nothing but a shirt and a pair of tight boxers...or maybe a thong...-

Keep reviewing, and remember, I love you all!