-I don't know why it always takes me so long to update. I always want to when I'm away from my computer and then when I actually get a chance to write I stare at it and wondered why in the hell I wanted to write in the first place.

But after this, there is only one chapter left. And I vow to get it in before mid-July. If I don't, then I have no discipline and bring shame and dishonor to my family!

And then I think to myself, "Hmmm…shame and dishonor for not writing an M rated fanfic."

Yeah…I'm not quite sure how that works out either.

Disclaimer: I own nothing I write about. -

After the outbreak and Royal Garden, Marluxia seemed to back off when it came to Roxas. It wasn't as if he was suddenly giving up; hell no, that just wasn't in her personality to suddenly call it quits just like that. But when the pink haired man would try to flirt with the blonde, advancing upon him just as he always had, he would suddenly stop, often midsentence. It was one thing for his boss to just give up, although after the riot he thought it would stop. But to just clam up and walk away was just plain odd.

That was, until finally Roxas noticed why he was acting so strangely.

During one of their conversations before he climbed on the stage to strut his stuff, he caught a glimpse of red from the corner of his eye. Doing a double-take, he allowed himself to try and focus; no way in hell would it really be who he had been pining for all this time; who he secretly wished would come back around. No way this stranger was actually Axel andoh my God, it was!

Roxas nearly had a heart attack, noticing those cold poison green eyes staring daggers in his direction. It made him nervous and slightly scared; this was a different side of the redhead. Marluxia looked back at what the blonde could possibly be staring at and that was where it happened; he paused, ceasing all casual small talk and flirting as he locked eyes with the seemingly seething redhead.

And then he would just cough, dismiss himself, maybe bark an order to the blonde and walk away. Roxas didn't get this change in behavior, and when he looked back to Axel the redhead had just suddenly vanished as quickly as he had appeared. It was rather strange, he thought, but he just dismissed it as a hallucination.

That is, until he got on stage. As the music swayed and the crowd cheered, he spun swiftly around the pole, just as he had been doing for the past month or so. As the dollar bills fell like rain, he peered through the paper green shower and saw him again; this time sitting in the back. He almost got lost in staring, trying to focus on those eyes again. They conveyed a different emotion from what he had seen when conversing with his boss. This time there was another element clouding those pools of poison.

Lust. Want. An animalistic need.

Time seemed to slow down, the voices around him fading into nothing as he just continued looking over at the redhead. Axel was watching him so intently; when had he gotten here in the first place? It wasn't until he was jolted out of his thoughts when he tripped over his feet, almost falling face first onto the stage, stumbling to catch himself as he tried to turn the weird way his body had been forced to turn into a sexy move.

From the cheers in the audience he had apparently done that, though he wasn't entirely sure how that had happened as he continued staring at the back. Axel didn't move throughout his whole performance, but once the song ended and he got another chance to glance back he had disappeared once again.

The first time this happened left Roxas confused. The last time Roxas had seen him had been disastrous, and only a short portion of their time together had been pretty good, with the rest always resulting in one running away from the other. Roxas shrugged it off and called it coincidence; perhaps Axel couldn't run anymore and needed a job to get anywhere farther away.

But after asking around, he found out that this wasn't the first time Axel had been there since his dramatic exit. And the one time Roxas saw him certainly wasn't his last. He began to notice too, that Marluxia's sudden lack of conversation had to do with the ways those green eyes stared so menacingly at the man in charge.

It didn't take long for Roxas to realize what was going on. Axel was pursuing him from a distance, watching him from the back row as he strut around half-naked on a stage. At the beginning, it had felt a bit weird, borderline creepy in fact, having the man he was interested in staring at him with the same look as the customers in the first row.

But after each visit, that feeling was gone, and it wasn't long before Roxas had managed to block out everyone in the crowd except for the redhead. It was like he was giving a private dance for Axel and Axel alone, and as his body swayed and rocked to the music he grew bolder and more comfortable. Axel was noticing as well; the way Roxas's eyes would never falter in his lusty gaze sent chills down the other man's spine. It was like this connection that was slowly being reestablished, and from their intimate staring contests they were getting to know each other, and it was if all of the running and regrets had never happened.

This resulted into someone extremely beneficial. Roxas's shows had grown to the height of popularity at Royal Garden. Men and women alike came to see his performance and in the process he was making a lot more money. This was what he could use to leave this place; to one day sneak into the night and never look back. Of course, now that Axel was here they could run away together, but how to really approach the redhead, who was still somewhat avoiding him, was the real question at hand.

He had to show Axel that he was done running. Since Axel generally appeared just before he started and left just as he was finished, there wasn't any way to get his attention unless it was part of his act. So therefore he would have to announce these feelings to everyone in the establishment while he was still on stage.

Roxas was really against it, and therefore made no further attempt to get his feelings across. But then it occurred to him that he could still tell Axel how he felt while on stage without anyone getting too suspicious. After figuring out his master plan, he only needed to prove to himself that he had the balls to do it.

And so, here he was, two minutes before going on stage, pacing back and forth, pulling at his hair, going back and forth in his mind saying it was a stupid idea, no, it was the only way and it had to be done, God I'm going to look like a fucking idiot, but I need to do this, fuck, fuck, fuck!

And as the last dancer came backstage after her own performance, he knew his time had come. There wasn't going to be any running away this time. If this was what he needed to do, then so be it. Roxas took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and turned to the red fabric curtain that stood between him and the entire audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer proclaimed, a guitar silently strumming in the background for Roxas's intro. "We have a real treat for you tonight as our next dancer comes onto the stage." Roxas crossed the threshold, moving beyond the curtain and into the darkness that gathered on the stage, no one able to see his body against the extreme blackness the stage was without the lights. "The sultry seduction that this man effortlessly pulls you into will bring you to your knees," the blonde took another deep breath, feeling his heart pound into his chest. "I give you Royal Garden's one and only Roxy!"

And as the club grew silent the breath that Roxas was holding escaped him as the strumming of the guitar in the background grew louder, drums adding themselves into the mix. A single spotlight stood in front of him, illuminating a small section of the stage, but Roxas knew he couldn't step into it just yet. A little longer, he thought, as he opened his mouth to begin his act.

"You don't know that I know you watch me every night," he began, his eyes instantly finding the redhead in the crowd. "And I just can't resist the urge," Roxas took a few more steps forward, the light finally hitting him, sending gasps throughout the crowd, "to stand here in the light."

"Your greedy eyes upon me," he whispered, a hand running down the somewhat loose leather vest he had chosen for this final performance. The black on top matched the bottoms he had chosen, what seemed to be a pair of leather pants, loose, of course, since he'd need to wiggle his way out of them while on stage. "And then," he reached the end of the fabric, black gloves that accented every single curve of his hands, the fabric stretching ever so slightly with the flexing of his hands. He had reached the end of the vest, circling to the middle of his torso, towards the buttons. Roxas pulled at them one-by –one, "I come undone."

As he popped the last button he at first clenched the fabric together, preventing anyone in the fabric from seeing the opening he had made to his chest. "And I could close the curtain," he slowly let go and the vest opened, revealing his tanned and toned chest, "but this is too much fun."

And when he voice grew he jerked forward to yell. "'Cause I get off on you," he screamed, eyes looking right into Axel's, "getting off on me." He grabbed his crotch and sensually began rubbing it. He didn't restrain the pure need in his face as he palmed himself through the leather, letting himself become alive. "Give you want you want, but nothing," he removed his hand, the audience whistling and hooting when he had actually pulled off a piece of the leather to reveal that his pants were actually chaps, a good portion of his lower half now visible "is for free." He swiftly removed one of the gloves he had on, grabbing it with his fingers and yanking it until his hand was bare. "It's a give and take," he threw the small piece aside, not noticing if it went off-stage and into the audience, "kinda life we make when your line is crossed. I get off! I get off."

He stepped off stage, shrugging off his opened vest as it fell to the floor among the crowd. Bare-chested, he sauntered over to Axel, trying to make his next actions seem as non-deliberate as possible, like he had just selected some random guy out of the audience for his show. When Axel saw that the predatory look in the blonde's eyes was aimed at him and that he was coming in his direction he inwardly froze, but was able to maintain his still appearance on the outside. "There's so much left unspoken," Roxas began again, aiming his words right at Axel, "between the two of us." He stopped right in front of him and grinned before taking a seat in the redhead's lap. "It's so much more exciting," he grabbed the redhead's hands and brought them to his bare sides, one to each part of his body, letting this large hands trace lightly up and down, "to look when you can touch."

And then, Roxas dropped the act for a second, conveying the sincerity that Axel had been looking for in his words and actions. In a small whisper, his mouth dancing over the other's ear, he managed to get out the message, "You could say I'm different, and maybe I'm afraid."

And then with a sudden thrust their pelvises ground together, Axel closing his eyes and hissing at the contact. Roxas got up after that, resuming his performance. "But I know how to twist ya to bring you to your knees."

"I get off on you," Roxas was now back on stage, "getting off on me. I give you want you want," Roxas now took off the other glove in the same fashion he had taken off the first, flinging it aside with the same nonchalance he had used before. "But nothing is for free. It's a give and take kinda life we make when your line is crossed. I get off! I get off."

Roxas slowly began to squat, letting his hands go down his legs as he descended to the floor. Going back up his hands did as well, looping into the hem as he wiggled them just a bit down his hips, the opening of the chaps now just above his member, half hard and straining slightly against the black thong he wore. He turned around and slowly began to bend over, his ass sticking in the air, the blonde giving a few shakes as a crowd pleaser. He leaned his head over to his left, the left hand raking up his leg again.

"But you don't know," that hand reaching his waist, him leaning to the right to do the exact same thing, "what you can't see," Roxas began leaning back, thumbs inside the hem of his chaps again, slowly brining them down. The audience didn't seem to notice anything as Roxas sat on the stage, continuing until he was laying down completely. "Is what I do for you I do for me."

"I get off on you," Roxas arched his back slightly and then fell back to the floor, "getting off on me," he arched again slightly before falling back down. He arched again and then fully sat up, the hem of his chaps now beneath his ass. "I give you want you want!" and then he suddenly kicked them off, the rapid movement of the flying bottoms and him getting back up, only in a skimpy thong covering his now naked frame. The audience whooped in excitement, "Yeah!" the majority of them screamed, now freely tossing all the money they had onto the stage.

Roxas bolted for the poll now, swinging around it once with one hand. "I get off on you getting off on me," he wrapped one leg around and climbed slightly, getting himself one or two feet off the ground before letting himself slide back down. "Give you what you want but nothing is for free." He then jumped and pushed his weight up, as one of his legs grabbed hold and turned him upside down, the other curling alongside to hold him mid-air. His hands also kept steady in an effort to hold himself.

"It's a give and take," using only his hands to hold himself onto the pole, his legs let go and he spread them, "kinda life we make when your line is crossed," he then twirled himself down until he reached the bottom and was sitting on the ground. Pushing his legs up like a windmill he rolled away from the pole, and on his knees in the middle of the stage he began to erotically touch himself, hands raking up and down his body caressing his neck and chest. "I get off! Yeah I get off!"

His hands moved faster as the music crescendoed towards its finish, thrusting his hips up and down in time with the beat. "Yeah I get off!" One of his hands actually slipped inside the thong and began stroking at his member, the tip of it now showing out the top as it pulsed hard in his hand. "Yeaaaaaaaaah," he held that final note, his lungs and throat aflame, but at that moment he was envisioning Axel and was swallowed hole by the images of the redhead taking him and giving him pleasure that he wasn't even aware existed. The blonde lost himself, even forgetting where he was, and as his whole body twitched in ecstasy as he himself felt he was reaching an actual climax, he pushed the last three words from his mouth, making them sound as sexy and seductive as he could. "I get off."

The music died, and instantly the crowd began cheering and whistling, more money being tossed onto the stage as Roxas was brought back to where he actually was, on stage with an audience he didn't even know save for the one person in the back. Looking to Axel he was pleased to see the expression he had gotten out of the redhead.

Finding his job done, all he would need to do now is wait.

TBC

-One more act left! And you know that if I just posted it that means it's finished or somewhat finished or at least gotten to a part in which I'm satisfied and can work off of later. And that means this musical-fanfiction bastard child is coming to a close.

Now, I'm hoping that once I change this from In-Progresss to complete I can get some more reviews. Because as we all know, Reviews+Praise=Happiness for Me. Reviews+Constructive Criticism=Happiness for Me. Reviews+Flame=SADNESS AND RAGE. But oh well, most likely not to happen because when a lot of people want smut they want something quick and dirty, and this would take a good long time to read. So it's perfect to print out and take on a long car/plane/train ride to kill some time, but quick and dirty not so much. Oh well; I can dream, right?

ACT PREVIEW

With the coast all clear, Roxas quickly made his way to the curtain separating the dancer's hall from the bar. He knew this was going to be tricky since it was still so full of people, and if he tried to physically run or it seemed like he was in a hurry things would look awfully suspicious. His next plan of action was to stroll nonchalantly through the crowd and out the door where he hoped the redhead would be waiting for him outside.

Slowly, he put one foot into the bar area and stepped from behind the curtain. No one seemed to notice him as the next dancer was up on stage, and they were so entranced by the seductiveness on stage that they didn't even notice the blond. With a sigh of relief, he continued his steady stride across the floor towards the main exit.

And then their eyes locked, and Roxas couldn't help but pause for a moment as he stared into those poisonous green orbs. Of course Axel would be able to see through his disguise. But Roxas felt his heart jump when the redhead smiled at him and motioned for him, beckoning him forward as the Axel touched the panels of the wooden door. With a smile back, Roxas took a few more steps, knowing full well that his freedom was right in front of him.

But those few steps didn't go any further as he felt himself collide with a taller figure, and upon looking up his smile turned into a frown. Of course he would run into Marluxia on his way out.

Of course there's one more conflict! Otherwise it would all be other and I would have no way of using "It's Not You". I mean, after all this buildup he's not going to say he doesn't love Axel (if you've read the lyrics or listened to the songs, which I'm sure a few of you readers have since I've gotten a couple reviews saying Halestorm is winning majorly).

So see you next time for the finale. Read and review, over and out! -Nibzo-