Happy AkuRoku Day! Hello happy people of Fanfiction Dot Net! This is part of my little present to you! Not a one-shot songfic! This is...a musical!

It's all explained in the disclaimer. Sorry for the rushed note, but right now my laptop has about five minutes on it and I gotta jet!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, and I do not own any songs appearing in this fanfiction, as they belong to the respective members of Halestorm. I just thought it'd be kind of interesting to combine an artist with something and make a musical. Like how Across the Universe has the Beatles and Mamma Mia! has ABBA.

So here is the deal. Bold with little lines following it=My own little author notes. Bold with quotation marks=Singing. Italics with quotation marks=character thoughts. Italics without quotation marks=dreams or other subconscious activity. Now that you know, we can begin.-

The music pumped through the air, a strong steady beat protruding everyone's senses in the club as the sweaty bodies shifted against each other, the rhythm of the atmosphere putting anyone in a cheerful mood. Hips swung in unison as at a separate table shots were downed with incredible speed, the small crowd gathering around the blonde cheering him on to keep on going.

Roxas Saitama, the young blonde at the center chugging each shot, was finally beginning to feel a bit woozy, the effects of the alcohol overpowering his senses and throwing all common logic out the window. The room spun as the funny colors blurred together, creating the magical feeling that he was being swallowed by a rainbow. He raised another small glass to his lips and downed his 18th shot before slumping over in a drunken stupor.

"C'mon, Rox, quit faking it," another blonde, his friend Hayner echoed. "It's not even that strong."

"Leave him alone, Hayner," his brother, Sora said, stepping in to defend his younger sibling. "He's not much of a drinker, of course he's going to feel a little queasy."

But with that queasy feeling, Roxas felt a sense of renewal; of being alive. He wanted to get up and join the rest of the crowd in their intimate dancing, couples grinding together to the beat of the music that the dj was spinning from his turn-tables.

After all, he had just turned 18. He wasn't going to let being a little bit tipsy get in his way. Sure, his guard was down and his sense of judgment not as great as it had been coming into the club, but what was the point of having birthdays and celebrating them if he wasn't going to have some fun and get a little wasted?

So he stumbled to the dance floor, smirking at his other friends who had gathered in the club with him for this special celebration. "I feel fine," he somewhat slurred, trying to control his shaky legs and tell them to walk straight forward. "Really, guys, loosen up a little. It's party time!"

Hayner smiled. "That's more like it!" he said, jumping up and following his friend to the dance floor. "C'mon guys, Rox is right. Let's party!"

One by one, the members of the small group got up, letting go of any reservations they had about the mysterious dance floor. As their feet hit the linoleum they joined the other people in the club, dancing to the pounding beat and the steady rhythm that had most smiling despite their sweat-covered faces.

One who took a personal liking to the blonde from afar was a spiky redhead with green eyes resembling the deadliest poison, triangles under those neon green eyes. From the moment he stepped outside of the employees only section his eyes gravitated to the younger male, watching his supple, lithe body sway back and forth. How dreadful that a specimen that beautiful was out there dancing by himself.

So naturally, the redhead approached him, the beat almost perfectly in time with his steps, eyeing up his prey like an animal on the prowl. As he got closer he could see a few more features of the blonde more clearly; his interesting attire consisting of a black vest, white short-sleeved overcoat and a pair of black and tan baggy pants, which he was sure he'd fit into as well with quite ease.

Roxas wasn't even facing this stranger as he rocked his body to the music, closing his eyes and feeling it pound inside his very soul. He didn't even hear the redhead cough behind him, and only turned around when he was poked on the shoulder and was asked, "Wanna dance?"

His eyes opened, and Axel felt his mouth grow dry, swallowing hard. Those had to be the most tantalizing blue eyes he had ever seen. They carried the same feeling as if he were staring into a cloudless sky on a sunny day. He was mesmerized by them, feeling as if he really were looking into the heavens as he lay on his back in the soft green grass.

He was so caught up in them he didn't even hear the blonde respond. And Roxas, in turn, was a little to tipsy to even think of refusing the older than, his green eyes instilling the same feeling of staring into the essence of something beautiful. But with the serenity they brought he also felt another element that was far more dangerous, his green hues reminding him of the most toxic of acids; a deadly poison that would drip through your veins and corrupt your very core.

"Of course," he giggled, not paying attention to the way Axel was staring at him. Axel, lost in thought, didn't hear him until he felt that sweet, sexy body only inches from him, dancing so dangerously close that he feared this angel would fade away if he responded by drawing him closer.

But no, this couldn't be an angel. Sure, their grinding was a bit sloppy and his looked innocent enough, but there was no way this blonde, who seemed so skilled in the art of seduction was as angelic as he let on.

"I'm Roxas," he said, taking the initiative to draw even closer to the redhead on his own. Their bodies now touching, hips moving together sensually, their groins slightly touching as the redhead suppressed a groan in the back of his throat. "Axel."

"Nice to meet you," Roxas responded, adding in a thrust of the hips so that their crotches collided in a most forceful way. Axel bit his tongue as swallowed again, only opening his eyes when he was sure that he wouldn't react in such a perverse manner that might scare off the blonde. Their eyes met again, and this time Axel could see the slightest hints of alcohol clouding his vision.

But he immediately ignored it and focused on something else. He realized from before how easy it was to get lost in those eyes, and was so afraid of being left in that defenseless stage again. He was, after all, a master in the art of seduction himself, so why was he feeling this way to yet another easy lay?

Roxas was so caught up in his dance partner that he hardly noticed his friends picking up their things to leave, the party officially over. He did catch out of the corner of his eye his brother throwing him a worried glance, to which he mouthed back that he'd be okay and see him later. The brunette just nodded in response and, with the rest of the party, proceeded in a line outside of the nightclub.

Somewhere in their grinding things were getting out of control. Once the others had left they had immediately picked up the pace, Roxas changing positions so that his back was to the redhead, grinding his taut ass into his partner's hips, repeating the motion over and over again. Axel wasn't afraid now to let out a few guttural moans, feeling his pants growing a bit too tight. And while he thought the blonde would be afraid of his carnal reactions, it only proceeded in egging him on more as he ground harder and harder.

Instinctively, he took the blonde's hand and pulled him off the dance floor, feeling his erection grow even harder as he felt the boy's soft skin against his own. He couldn't take this anymore. The lust and need for release was almost too much, and he knew that if something didn't happen soon he would lose all control. He wanted to get this done and over with, since what scared him more than his animalistic needs was the heavy beating of his own heart.

And Roxas could feel it too. He had no idea where it was Axel was taking him, but he sure as hell didn't seem to care in the slightest. His erection was begging for release as well, his hard-on obvious through his rather baggy pants, an embarrassing fashion faux-pas that only he seemed to care about. The other dancers didn't seem to notice, and if Axel had it sure as hell wasn't bothering him.

As soon as the two had gotten out of the sight of the general public Roxas felt himself roughly shoved against a wall, a pair of lips suddenly colliding with his in a very forceful manner. He only moaned in response, his arms wrapping around Axel's neck as he tried to push himself as close to the older man as he could. The friction between their two bodies was so deliciously perfect, and he let out a long moan, the redhead seizing the moment and slipping his tongue inside the blonde's mouth.

There were no gentle touches, as the only thing the two could see was the rough, burning passion circulating through the veins as their tongues danced inside the blonde's mouth. Roxas's hands instantly found their way into his spiky red hair, his fingers massaging the scalp as he let himself get lost in this stranger's kiss. A particular violent thrust send Roxas into a whole other realm of pleasure, breaking the kiss and throwing his head back against the wall in ecstasy.

He felt as if he'd explode at any minute. Axel took the opportunity of no longer being connected to the blonde's lips and attached his mouth to his neck, suckling at the crook where it met his shoulder and slowly moving up, then back down, where he bit gently to leave his mark on the blonde. Roxas let out another long, loud moan, throwing his head back once again, his fingers pulling against red locks.

"I….I…I've…" he stuttered, almost too overtaken by pleasure to form a coherent sentence. Axel paused and shifted slightly so that he was facing the blonde, halting all action so that he could speak. "I've never…never done this…before," he managed to get out between jagged breaths, trying to settle himself down. His manhood was throbbing violently beneath his pants, his vision still blurry, a mixture of the mind-numbingly amazing pleasure and his problem in his pants.

Axel instantly froze. He hadn't expected this; he hadn't thought of how the kid could be a virgin. Or rather it had crossed his mind, but by the way he was moving so seductively on the dance floor he had instantly disregarded it. And it wasn't as if this was his first time with someone as inexperienced and innocent as Roxas; usually they would both just ignore it and get lost in themselves.

But Roxas was different. He couldn't squash the memory of those big, beautiful blue eyes, and in their silence, even as Roxas began coming onto him again, his own member throbbing in his tight black jeans, the blonde giving an experimental lick to his earlobe, he knew he couldn't go through with it.

He thrust his arms out and pushed the blonde away, an action that was met with a look of worry and confusion and hurt. "B…but…I thought…"

"Kid, it's not you, really," Axel began. "I just…I don't think I'm the one you should be doing this with." He sighed and began to walk away, the blonde just staring at the back of his head as he proceeded to head back into the club to gather his things. "W…wait!" he stuttered, coming out of his stupor as he chased after the redhead. "What if I want this?"

"I don't think you know what you want, kid."

"Hey, I'm not some little kid!" Roxas shot back. "I'm an adult now, and I can make my own choices on what I want to do with my life. And right now, I want you."

"You're drunk, you couldn't possibly…"

"I'm serious."

To which Axel smirked and instantly turned around, taking a few predatory steps towards the blonde. Roxas was a bit startled by his change in demeanor, but that didn't make him take back anything that he said. He wanted the redhead more than anything now.

He blinked, and in an instant he was pinned against another wall, the older man leering over him, whispering into his ear.

"See it from the outside?" he began, giving a gentle lick to his earlobe, to which the blonde flinched. "Running through the wall."

He took his hand and pulled him again, toward the exit of the club, both forgetting any possessions they might have left behind. The cold air almost stung their burning flesh as the redhead proceeded to drag him to his nearby apartment. "See it from your blinds eye," he turned back to him, still going forward, but his own eyes concentrating on the boy behind him. "But you don't know me at all."

He turned back around, his swift walk turning into more of a run as he let go of his hand. He had hoped that the blonde would leave him after letting go, but was met with the rapid footsteps of the blonde only slightly behind him. "I've been here too many times before."

He abruptly stopped in front of an old brick apartment complex and turned around, Roxas crashing into him. He caught the blonde, lifting his chin up with his slender fingers, one gently tracing its way from the bottom of his deep blue eye down his cheek. "And your tears don't mean a thing," he let go, heading up the steps, the blonde still right behind him. "And I only come," he opened the door, heading up another set of rickety wooden stairs, "when you scream…"

He turned around again to face the blonde, but this time didn't attempt to grab him. "I told you, child, don't follow me home. You're just too perfect for my hands to hold." He turned back around and continued up the stairs nearing the top. "If you choose to stay you'll throw it all away, and I just want to take your innocence."

Reaching the top he realized the blonde was still behind him and continued to lead him to his own apartment, continuing down the dirty, musty hall until they had reached a door that read 138. He removed a key from his pocket and gave the door a forceful push to get it open. The blonde stepped inside as the door was left open for him, his steps shaky yet sure as he stared at the small space. It was only one wide room with a stove, microwave, and sink in one corner, a table with two chairs, a small couch with an even smaller television sitting on a dresser, and a queen-sized bed. From the corner of his eye he saw a separate room that concealed a toilet, sink, and shower.

With another blink he was swept up by the redhead, and when he opened his eyes he saw Axel looming over him again, his back against the bed that only moments ago he had looked at from his position across the room. He had him pinned down and Roxas's heart began to race in anticipation, excitement, and fear.

"Is this what you wanted?" the redhead whispered, licking at his earlobe again. This time instead of feeling their hips collide, Roxas felt a hand sneak down his torso and rub at the front of his pants, coaxing his somewhat lessened hard-on to spring back into action. "Did I make your dreams come true?"

He got up off of Roxas and walked to the dresser where the tv sat, pulling out a few items that Roxas didn't get a good glimpse off, so there was no telling what he had pulled out. He shifted on the bed, pulling himself from lying down to a sitting position. "You're sitting in a corner wondering what you got into."

He walked back towards the bed, turning around so that the blonde could see what it was he had pulled out of that dresser. "And you ache for this, you don't understand that your tears don't mean a thing," he told him, shoulders going up as he closed his eyes, feigning a look of ecstasy. "And I only come when you scream. I told you child don't follow me home. You're just too perfect for my hands to hold."

But he took a detour at the bed at instead headed towards the door, opening it all the way for Roxas. He was going to allow him to back out of this. Whether the blonde listened or not wasn't his problem. "If you choose to stay you'll throw it all away, and I just want to take your innocence."

Roxas shook his head, protesting against the redhead asking him to leave. He nodded in response, closing the door and locking it behind him, as he strode back to the bed where the blonde was sitting. "There's no such thing as fate, only yourself to blame. You never walked away."

But Roxas held his defiant, confident look as Axel reached the edge of the bed. But he didn't join him, not yet. "I told you child don't follow me home. You're just too perfect for my hands to hold. If you choose to stay you'll throw it all away, and I just want to take your innocence."

Now he got onto the bed and Roxas laid back down. "I told you child don't follow me home," he began unzipping the younger's vest, drinking in his tanned skin, closing his eyes as he backed away slightly. "You're just too perfect for my hands to hold. If you choose to stay you'll throw it all away and I just want to take your innocence." He trailed a finger down the blonde's skin, the response he got in return was anything but protesting. "I just want to take your innocence." He reached the hem of the boy's pants, playing with the button, twirling it in between two of his fingers. "I just want to take…"

"Okay!" Roxas shouted, making Axel stop his ministrations. He knew it. He knew the younger would want to back out. He began to move to get up off the blonde, but was quickly stopped when the blonde wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him into a mind-searing kiss, applying as much force as possible, their lips meshing together in perfect harmony. It was a quick, passionate kiss that the two thoroughly enjoyed.

And with that, all thought and precaution was thrown to the wind, their moans and screams resonating throughout the room as they made love for the first time.

TBC

Whoo….first chapter…done…so I'm still in a hurry trying to get all of the author's notes typed up. Without further ado, here is your Chapter 2 Preview: Love/Hate Heartbreak!

He quickly ran down the stairs, not looking back once. He didn't want to see if Axel was following him. He didn't want to be reminded of this night ever again. He didn't want an excuse to turn around, abandon all logic, and try to make something work.

His lungs burned from his hurried pace as he ran outside, sucking in the cold morning air. Ignoring the sting he pressed on, intent on getting far away as possible. God, he was already regretting leaving! But it was too late to turn around now. The best thing to do would be to push it to the back of his mind and try to forget about everything.

Anyway, read and review, over and out! -Nibzo-