Chapter 4- Dr. Feelgood
"You have been working yourself a nice debt, Axel." Saix grumbled, throwing his bag down. Smoke danced off his cigarette twirling intricate shapes upward only to fade into thin air. Much like his life, the redhead mused. Spending his days thrashing and dancing along to the tune of sweet addiction only to fade into nothing like he never existed in the first place. All that he'd ever known had amounted to nothing. He would die a nobody and the world would continue on like his existence was just a product of cruel imagination.
"So I've been told. Xemnas will get his money." Saix rolled his eyes.
"And come out of your roomate's pocket?"
Axel's eyes narrowed. "Does it matter as long as you get it?"
"We don't like the Shinra." Saix replied curtly, "And I'd rather not risk having our operation exposed because of them. Or rely on a Turk for anything." He pulled a pistol from his coat pocket, lazily stroking the cold steel. He'd sooner shoot Axel and be done with this little problem than have to continue dealing with any association from Shinra. Axel tossed down a wad of cash and pulled a bottle of dark liquor from a nearby crate eyeing the bottle appreciatively. Red Nibel Vodka, a rare catch indeed.
"Get over it." Axel's brazen disregard for authority made Saix seriously consider pumping the bastard full of lead but Xemnas wouldn't approve of blood all over the carpets.
"That shot for your little fucktoy is going to cost you another payment."
"Whatever man." Axel took the bottle and pushed by Saix, heading into the room of the most powerful drug lord known to the region. Xemnas sat in all his glory behind a desk in a spacious office, a statuesque giant of a man at his side quietly rubbing his fingers over the handle of some weird looking hammer. Xemnas looked up at Axel as he entered wearing a highly unamused frown. Of any man that had to frequent his empire the most it was him.
"I see empty hands, Axel." Xemnas's patience was dangerously thin. "You better have brought something or you won't be living this room in one piece."
"Easy there, " Axel threw down another wad of cash he'd managed to snatch from Reno's wallet. Enough to keep Xemnas at bay for now. "You'll get the rest." Xemnas pocketed the money and snapped his fingers, the giant bodyguard stepping out from the shadows to tower over the redhead.
"I warned you. This is barely enough to scratch at what you owe me.." Xemnas leaned up on the desk formulating various ways he could torture Axel into submission. "And I'm not willing to wait anymore."
"Wait!" Axel shrieked as his body collided hard with the wall knocking him breathless. Lexaeus seized a fistful of spikes and tugged the degenerate to his feet, throwing a punishing blow to the gut. Axel crumpled at his feet gasping and whimpering for air, pain seering his vision. Everything was a painful blanket of white and the guard was already pulling him back onto his feet for another smackdown.
"Lexaeus." Xemnas waved for the giant to release his toy and he did, throwing the body to the floor. Xemnas knelt down next to the knave, jerking his chin upward demanding his undivided attention.
"And how do you suggest paying me back?" Xemnas couldn't wait to hear what creative little lie he'd concocted this time.
"T-There's that kid.." Axel whimpered softly. If he didn't do something he wasn't getting out of here alive.
"You truly are a dirty bastard." Xemnas laughed as he rose to his feet. "The young boy's body for your life? You're a clever little son of a bitch aren't you, Axel?"
"I ain't got no money.." Axel forced himself upright. "It's all I can offer you since you like 'em younger anyway." Xemnas was quite a casanova with two male whores forever hanging on his arms, a blonde and a blue-haired bookworm. Xemnas considered Axel's plea greatly amused by how desperate this man was to save his own ass. That he'd offer up the body of a sixteen year old boy as payment.
Perhaps it was moreso curiosity that led Xemnas to accept Axel's offer. Boredom with fucking the same two every night, wanting some new risk to the game. Another flavor to sample. He could easily have had that slutty Turk but no amount of candy cane in the world could make him easy enough to sleep with anything Shinra had already claimed. Axel was released to go get his little companion and Lexaeus dismissed to go play with his pretty little blonde.
Xemnas had to admit the scared little boy that entered his office was by no means unattractive. It was his eyes that attracted the lord the most, the simple defiance in those oceanic depths promised a wild ride. He liked them fiesty. Rising to brush the boy's cheek he could tell the child was no stranger to the life of a crack whore either, obediently stripping and pressing up against the taller man in all the right places. Xemnas's eyes fluttered determined to enjoy this. No doubt Axel had lied to the child but that was the life they lived. Powder for pleasure. He escorted Roxas behind his desk into the next room, throwing him down on the bed. He admired the body of the young boy kneeling before him, small hands deftly dealing away with restraining buttons. He'd been touched, Xemnas could see scars and scratches as testimonies of various adventures he had known. The boy was no stranger to the heat of a hungry bed.
What enraptured Xemnas about Roxas was that despite living the life of a crack whore he did not come off as easy. His actions were quick and sharp, knowing exactly how to stroke and massage the lord's body to make him moan. Roxas was vocal enough once Xemnas warmed him up but he wasn't cheap. Soft, needy groans, tiny whimpers. Completely natural and it made his blood rush southward. Pinning back Roxas he feathered wet kisses along the supple throat, nipping at old marks from fantasies past. He did not favor taking a night in bed for payment but in these circumstances Xemnas was willing to make an exception. Roxas threw back his head gritting teeth hard against pain as Xemnas took him. Roxas rolled his hips down into hard, punishing thrusts threatening to tear him in half. He'd slept with plenty of drug lords in his time but Xemnas was brutal. He paid no heed to the tiny, pained whimpers that left him and Roxas knew it was foolish to ever utter a plea for gentleness. The best he could do was ride it out and prayed the storm came to a climax soon.
Long nails sank into his shoulders and in spite of himself Roxas moaned, starting to lose himself to the release boiling deep in his belly. Hot, tight knots burning that familiar, blissful heat. Xemnas pinned Roxas's wrists over his head, slamming down into the smaller body until both finally screamed with the bliss of climax. Plummeting down they fell back on the bed unable to find the will to move. Roxas winced at the cold reception in the lord's amber depths. Disgust... Amusement... How humiliating...
"Come with me and I can assure your happiness."
Hah.. that was a lie... They made him a crack whore... selling his soul for five minutes of acid..
"That's a good boy.."
Roxas got up and dressed, suddenly self-consious and very aware of the deed he'd just committed. He wanted to run and hide, melt into the floor and disappear. How disgusting he was.. dirty, tainted... He was so wrong.. He hated the feeling of being inside this tingling skin. He had nowhere to go, no one to turn to... This was his life...
"Axel..." he finally managed the gasp, "I want Axel.."
Amused, Xemnas led the boy out of his bedchamber back into the main lobby of the hideaway. Axel lay cradled contently against a plush blue loveseat chugging down a bottle of some kind of alcohol. He didn't care.. Axel was equated with safety, security, a friend. As much of a friend as one could have in a world like theirs. Axel's eyes flickered with dim recognition when Roxas approached and hugged him, pleading to be taken back home. Tossing aside the now empty bottle the redhead staggered to his feet and out the door back to their sanctuary.
Reno hadn't returned from work so the house was still dark. Roxas stepped inside and guided the drunken Axel over to the couch where he could enjoy his bliss. Roxas stroked the extra shot he'd been given while waiting to meet with Xemnas, desperate enough to take it if it meant he didn't have to feel this wrenching disgust. He locked himself in the bedroom and buried his face in raunchy sheets, not caring who or what had slept here. He just wanted to die.. to disappear, to be numb again.
The shot hit his arm knocking him delirious. Fire flew up his nose gagging him, the rush devouring every inch of his veins. Hot tears burst from his eyes and he screamed, louder and louder until his throat were hoarse. Even louder after that, contorting and thrashing on the bed like a snake. He begged and pleaded to the darkness to take him far away from here, back to Hayner's arms where he was warm and safe and everything made sense again. Away from dementia and suffering and addiction. Away from Axel and Reno and Xemnas. Far, far away back where he belonged. Back here, in the darkness coming to swallow him up, wrapping his mind and pulling him down, down, down into oblivion until there was no need for words and thoughts.
The eternal santuary of sleep...
Take me under
Take me under
Feeling the needles
Breaking my skin
Rush of sweet poison
Through my cold veins
Sucking the life
From my last breath
You know you'll crave it
Ache it, need it
You know you'll scream and cry
Begging to die
Until you savor all your addictions
And lose resolve to fall back into dark
Take me under