A/N: So, I just got back from Prom and I'm sitting in my pretty, yellow dress, with black polka dots. I feel so pretty. I'm not even joking. I've taken like…THOUSANDS of pictures of myself (not that this is any different that normal, but whatever! It's the fact I feel like Belle!) And my hair is still beautiful like. Any Princes out there? I'm up for grabs! Only drawback…I seriously can't breathe. My dress is strapless so I have to be all like NO BREATHING, else it be around my ankles.

That has nothing to do with my story, but I thought you should know about my night. The actual Prom part wasn't that great. The best thing I can say about it is…I got a free martini glass. MMM…martini.

Okay, enough of my pointless ramble I'm sure you're bored with it.

Chapter 14. For your enjoyment alone.

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You can blame it on me. Set your guilt free! - Lacrymosa by Evanescence

Riku pulled his jeans on, Axel having seemed to finish with him minutes ago, now took delight in staring at the ceiling. Their 'session' had been quick. Axel setting a fast pace for the both of them, bringing Riku to orgasm faster than he had reached in a long time, and it was only a matter of seconds before the redhead had called out completion as well. After a shower in the locker rooms, where they had made the quick tryst, Axel lay down on a bench, and Riku was doing what he was doing now. Pulling on his clothes.

From behind him, he heard shuffling, and realized that the elder had probably managed to pull his own pants back on. As he turned around, he saw that Axel had pulled on most of his clothes, needing only to put on his t-shirt over his black wife beater, then his black jacket over that. But he returned to lying on the bench again, watching intently as Riku dressed.

"Where are you going now?"

Riku glared at him as he pulled on his yellow shirt. "Guess." He growled, shaking his head at the other's idiocy.

"Why?"

Riku snapped his gaze over to Axel, void of any anger, or annoyance. Out of all the thoughts that had crossed his mind concerning his 'job', out of all the months he had been doing this, out of all the retards he had crawled into bed with, it had never really crossed his mind to ask "Why?" He had thought of reasons to do it, sure. His brother, college, houses, cars, this, that, but never just, why.

Why did he really care about all of that?

Why did he repeatedly go out there?

Why did he keep going, he had enough money.

Why did he care?

He snapped himself out of his reverie, pulling on his shoes. Then without a word, he grabbed his bag and left the locker room.

He really did need to learn how to stop walking away from Axel.

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Roxas waited patiently for the door in front of him to open, revealing his friend and an escape from loneliness. He had tried to enter on his own, but the door was locked, because Sora was a giant panic channel. He feared the butterflies were going to somehow gain strength enough to break down his door to eat his brains.

"Hey, babe." Sora greeted him as he threw the door open. "What are you doing here? I thought you had a date with Seifer?"

Roxas shrugged, pushing his way inside the house, setting his bags next to Sora's own messenger bag in the kitchen. "He had to go out of town. We're going next Saturday." He told the brunette, turning around to face his friend.

"Okay. You want to stay the night?" It was a bit silly to be asking the question. All of Roxas' usual 'hope you didn't have anything planned tonight' bags were over here, along with two of his schoolbooks.

"Yeah. Mom's out for the weekend." The younger indulged him, haven taken off his blue hat and thrown it on the little table by the door, now working on his gloves to shove them in his coat pocket.

"So you're staying the weekend?" Sora asked, helping Roxas, who had somehow become desperately stuck in his coat, unwind himself from the marshmallow-y confines of his coat.

The blonde nodded, picking up his bag and following Sora to his room.

"Okay. Well, it's you, me, and my decidedly out-dated father this weekend. Mom left on some sort of freak convention. So, I hope you're okay with Ramen noodles all weekend unless we order out."

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"Marly? Marly? Where are you?" Naminé called, pulling her key out of the lock on the door. She shut the door behind her, crawling further into the dark house belonging to her boyfriend. "Marly? Are you home?" She stepped outside, his four greenhouses coming into her view.

"I'm in the greenhouse!" She heard in the distance.

She sighed unhappily. "Which one?"

She heard shuffling, and then the door to the greenhouse closest to her opened. "Come on." He smiled to her.

She walked over to him, smiling, taking his hand as he led her into the closest greenhouse to the house he lived in. He started to pull her into the furthest corner, talking longwindedly about the newest plant he had managed to cultivate. She listened as best she could, but she didn't get half of the words he used and she needed to tell him something. Something that could make or break them.

"Hold on." She said, digging her heels into the soft soil beneath her shoes. "We need to talk about something."

Marluxia stopped instantaneously, turning around cautiously to face the blonde nearly as tall as he was. "What is it?" He asked nervously, his unearthly eyes settling on her.

She smiled reassuringly. "My parents want to meet you." She told him seriously, her smile fading, unsure of how he would react. She wrung her hands worriedly, her eyes settling on the dirt floor beneath her.

"I thought you said you didn't talk to anyone about me?"

"My mother can read me like a book. Really, I was defenseless against her gaze." She smiled, shrugging a little.

He sighed. "Does she know how old I am?"

"I think she has an inkling. She said it wouldn't matter. But she demands that she meet you so she can squeal over us…and she will. At great length, if I'm completely honest."

He looked to be tripping over his own words trying to find a way to answer her. Upsettingly, he could only ask, "When?"

She smiled, grabbing his hands in joy. "We have family dinner on Sundays. If you can get through that I'm sure you could take over the world single handedly."

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When Riku came back to Hollywood and 10th, he noticed a redhead talking off a few guys. Any other day he would get into the argument, telling the ghastly men that just because a few prostitutes roamed the streets didn't mean the should accuse everyone pretty thing on legs of sucking dick for money. But this pretty little thing that the men were trying to bully (And failing miserably at) was Axel Wise, Riku's own personal stalker.

Riku pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up before walking up to the group of men. "What are you boys doing?" he asked the group of four men.

"R.D.!" Two of the four yelled, leaving Axel in favor of him. "We were wondering where you were."

Riku raised an eyebrow. "So you decided to interrogate this poor thing?" He asked, jerking his head towards Axel who had just smacked away one of the men still touching him.

One of them leered. "We thought he was taking over for you. You can't blame us, can you? Your schedules been so odd these days we can barely keep up with you. We thought we'd give him a go."

Riku scoffed, pushing the speaker away from him. "He's obviously not interested." He told him, walking over and grabbing Axel before he could lay further damage on either of the men on the ground.

Axel struggled to go back after them, angry and probably feeling a little violated, but still as soon as he realized Riku had no intent of letting him go. They went past the bakery, so Riku could grab his backpack, shoving it into Axel's arms, after taking the sweater he wanted out. When he had snatched the bag from Axel, glaring at him as he slung it over his shoulder, he began to viciously attack the taller of the two.

"Want to tell me what you were doing back there?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I wanted to see what was so good about being a prostitute."

"What?"

"Okay. That was a lie." He admitted, with a treacherous smirk. "I was coming to get you."

Riku could only stare at him angrily. "Coming to get me?"

"Yes. I didn't think I stuttered, Hollywood."

Riku pulled on his hair. His cigarette forgotten and lost on the way to he didn't know where, he screamed in irritation. "Why?"

Axel shrugged. "I was bored. I wanted the deep and soulful conversations that only you can give me."

Riku scoffed, turning away to continue on his mission of getting lost. "Just because we're fucking doesn't mean I want to talk to you."

"What's R.D.?" He asked, as if ignoring what Riku had said completely.

"What part of I don't want to talk to you don't you understand?" Riku asked. "Here. Let me tell you again. I'm not going to talk to you. Buzz off!" He demanded.

"Not even if it's for Vexen's paper? You know it's due soon. We get out next Friday."

"I'm not doing that stupid paper. I told you that, dick-stick."

Axel sighed, grabbing the silver-haired boy's wrist. "Riku, if we don't do this we're going to fail. I'm not so good at bull shitting I can make up eight full pages worth. Can't you just sit for…twenty minutes a day?"

He jerked on his wrist, trying to get away from the redhead as he realized a hotel, that one of his earlier clients had rented for the night, was just around the corner. His client would probably be on his way to his wife, or searching for another whore, so the room was as good as his. If only he could get away from Axel! "No." He ground out, leaning as far away from Axel as he could without falling. "I don't want to talk to you and I don't care about some stupid grade."

"Why do you do this?" Axel said suddenly, pulling Riku upright and flush against his chest.

"I know it must be hard acting human when you're a Neanderthal, but could you clarify what 'this' is exactly?" The younger huffed in frustration, trying even harder to get away from his predator.

"Why do you whore yourself?" Axel asked, finally letting go of Riku enough to let him escape from his grasp. He set off as a fast pace but he obviously wasn't trying desperately to escape him, because he didn't take off running.

"It's none of your concern." He grumbled, scooting as far away from Axel as he could when he came up behind him. They were now safely in the hotel parking lot, just fifty yards from the room Riku still had the key to.

"I would guess it would be because you don't want to stay here." Axel spouted off, causing his enemy to slow. "You're trying to get away?" He asked. Riku didn't reply. He was too stunned to reply. How did Axel know this? "You're uncle wouldn't let you out of his sight if you failed even one paper. How do presume you're going to escape him? He'll be on you like a hawk if you fail this paper!" They stopped as Riku reached the room door.

He pulled out his key, stuffing it in the lock, turning it this way and that. He was almost free into the confines where he had a choice if Axel entered, but Axel had made too good a point. His Uncle would let him out of his sight if he failed. So, he spun on his heal with a sigh. "Riku Dante. R.D. are my initials." Riku glared at him, hovering his hand above the door in uncertainty. But he pulled the door open, calling over his shoulder as he went inside, "Pick me up at two tomorrow. In front of the T-building, we're going to your place!" Then he slammed the door in Axel's face, not that he minded.

Axel smirked, loving the feeling he obtained when Riku gave into his will.

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Roxas sat in the kitchen, reading one of Acylone's magazines. Sora, along with his father, was in the living room, watching some basketball tournament that Roxas absolutely refused to watch. He liked sports as much as the next person, but, honestly, how could you watch basketball on television. It wasn't even worth it. So he was in there, deeply interested in the report on one of his favorite actress' latest scandal.

As a result, when Sora came up from behind him, wrapping his arms around his slightly smaller shoulders, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

Sora chuckled a little. "Hey, babe. I'm going to the store for dad. You want to come with me?"

"No. I've got a mythology report to finish…and it's freaking cold out there!"

Sora laughed. "A little mid-December air never hurt anybody." He said, cuddling his cheek to Roxas'.

"Not if you're a frost-giant." Roxas countered turning his head to look into Sora's eyes. "I'll stay here. Lord knows, someone has to keep an eye out for your father." Said as they both heard Cid roar something from the living room.

"Okay," Sora ceded. "You want something?"

"Powdered donuts." He told the brunette above him.

"Okay. Be back in a bit." He said, pressing a chaste kiss to the blonde's lips.

He stood up straight and left, seemingly, without a second thought, leaving Roxas in shock with his fingertips pressed against his lips.

Out in the hallway, Sora berated himself for his stupidity, grabbing his messenger bag, then pulling the door shut, trying with all his might not to slam it in his anger towards himself.

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A/N: Aren't you mad at me? I bet you are! After that last scene…yeah I was proud of myself. I almost gave in. I almost did…but I was like…NO! Make them suffer just a bit longer. Hahaha.

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