Good Question: Revised Feb. 13th 2010

Side Note: Usually the stories I write are a lot dirtier, grittier than this, so it's an interesting experiment for me. So sorry if it flows oddly.

Chapter 4: Jerking and Fucking

There was a delicious smell wafting through the house. The smell of fat and deliciousness.

"What are your plans for I-day?"

"Huh?" Roxas mumbled as he hit the pause button on his game.

"What are you planning to do for Independence day?" Demyx asked again, his voice almost drowned out by the sizzling of the pan as he added a bit more oil.

"Oh," Roxas said as he turned his head back to his game, settling himself more comfortably again into Zexion's lap. They had a wonderful setup. Roxas would be strewn across his lap, in between his legs side-ways, and Zexion would be over to read his book by keeping it in front of him on Roxas's stomach. "I don't know. Probably nothing."

"Nothing! You can't not not do anything!" Demyx exclaimed, peeking his head into the living room, his eyes wide.

"Too many negatives Demyx," Zexion commented, his hand brushing through Roxas' hair as he tried not to fall asleep having finished his book and feeling extremely comfortable in the couch. It was very cold outside and that Aunt Tina had a fireplace installed in the house quite some time ago was just perfect.

Demyx stuck his tongue out at Zexion and turned back to the food. "I figured you'd be doing something with Axel," he commented loftily.

Roxas stiffened and Zexion moved his arm behind Roxas, letting slide to hold him around the waist, his thumb brushing against his hip in comforting circles.

"Uhm… he's busy. He says he's got a date," Roxas forced out as neutrally as he could. He wasn't sure why he was so upset by it. They'd known each other for a few months now, barely even close friends, but a part of him that wasn't his libido had been slightly wanting to do something with Axel that day, especially since he was new to the town. Or at least that's what he told himself.

Demyx stopped his cooking and rushed into the living room, sliding over the back of the couch to give Roxas' a one-armed hug. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, nuzzling him, even if Roxas didn't know he needed the comfort. The three of them remained fixed in that position until Zexion pointed out that the food would be burning in a few seconds.

Demyx jumped up startled and hit his knee on the fortune cookie table as he rushed to the kitchen.

"You wanna go out with us?" Demyx asked as he saved the spaghetti in the pot from becoming complete inedible mush, and finishing up with the cooked meat and a side pan of sauce.

Roxas thought about it for a second. He would've loved to have gone out with the two of them. For sure he wouldn't have felt alone and it wasn't as if he was un-welcomed company to them. He knew that. It would be nice to have some company. But, as much as he would've enjoyed it, he knew Zexion had been looking forward to it and making secret plans. He rarely got to be alone with Demyx, especially with the addition of Roxas to their little happy family, and Roxas understood that.

"No, I'm all right. I'll probably do some family stuff with Tina. But thanks for the offer," he told Demyx and smiled a little bit as Zexion's arm tightened around him in a silent thank you and a promise to make it up to him.

He guessed it wasn't too bad not to be with anyone that day, it wasn't like it was a romantic holiday.

During the days leading up to the big day, he had noticed that everyone seemed to have someone to go with. Not necessarily as a date type thing but a group of friends or something. There were apparently going to be really big attractions and lots of alcohol for the people old enough to drink, and those smart enough to get some otherwise. He was slowly realizing that more than wanting to bump uglies with Axel all day long that his major disappointment was that he knew he would be spending the day alone. The moment Axel had told him that he had plans to go out he had realized that the best company he would have for the duration of the weekend would be his Aunt, lovely a person that she was, but that still wouldn't compare to actually doing something. For a brief second he contemplated calling his, well, now ex-boyfriend back on Destiny Island. That would probably cheer him up. Then again, in the end it would probably just make him heart sick. He eyed a poster as his frost bitten hands clutched at a hot Styrofoam cup of coffee.

245th anniversary of Twilight Town's Independence!

Morning parade begins at 10:00 AM in the Tramm Common.

The annual Twilight Town show will begin at 6:00 PM in the arena in the Sandlot.
Buy tickets now! Still available!

Evening parade and light show will begin at 11:00 PM!

Only recently had Roxas been educated in the events that would be taking place. The morning parade was directed more towards children and the younger folk who would not be able to attend the evening celebrations. The tram's would not be operating that day so that the parade could use their routes. Then there were small events and shops set up and the large parking lot iced over into a large skating rink. At 6 would begin the play. It was an ice show in the arena that had been built a few years back especially for this event so that weather wouldn't hinder the performance. Roxas had been assured that the ice-show was highly entertaining. Although the factual likeness had been completely derailed since the play had been first performed it still depicted Twilight Town's independence from it's 'twin' town. Roxas wasn't sure how accurate it could be because there is no physical record anywhere of an actual second twilight town existing, or any battle for independence but he was assured it was simply the loss of records.

Roxas sipped at his coffee as he turned to watching the couples around him, enjoying specialty things for the winter season. With a soft sigh he dropped the money onto the table and signaled the waitress that he was leaving. As he walked along the streets, having exited the coffee shops as soon as he had entered and paid for it, he thought that he would've been better at handling everything if the spirit that the people gave the event wasn't so coupply. He had been adjusting to Twilight Town pretty well, things had been fast paced enough to where he hadn't had enough time to really mope around about it. But now that everyone he knew, and he realized he knew pathetically few people, was going to be busy he was getting some time to brood.

His thoughts drifted to Axel as he walked through the snow covered streets. Axel was still horribly straight and things didn't seem to be going in his favor with Axel's date coming up in a few days. Roxas fiddled with the scarf around his neck as he thought of calling his old boyfriend for the second time. Maybe there was a gay bar somewhere that he could slip into and find someone to go home with. But something told him that it would only make him feel worse at the end. Maybe calling him would be a good idea.

"Then again, it's not a holiday over there," he mumbled out loud as he walked up the incline that lead to his neighborhood.

Roxas wasn't used to being alone, at least not relationship wise. Around the time that puberty had kicked in he had started dating, it was easy for him thanks to his looks. So he had always had someone there It wasn't until after he had kissed a girl that he had realized he was gay. Or rather, after a few kisses, he wanted to make sure he just hadn't done it wrong. He also waited a few years, experimenting with both girls and boys who for the most part understood his situation until he was sure of where he stood. Unlike with most people his coming to terms with his homosexuality was easy, he had always suspected something like that anyway, and his parents were open minded enough to where it really wasn't an issue with his parents.

"Being single sucks," Roxas exclaimed as he kicked snow out of his path, sipping on his coffee. And he didn't even like coffee that much.

He spent most of the evening helping his Aunt decorate, who was thrilled that they would be spending the day together. She told him that there was a chance that she would get called away a few times for business reasons but other than that she was all his. Tina had lived there most of her life and therefore had fond memories of all the celebrations and decorations. Because it was so close to December, some people used it as an excuse to start bringing the Christmas decorations out. Tina was such a person.

Roxas was supposed to help bring boxes down from the attic, but for the most part he just sat on the boxes and stared out the window that had been installed quite some time back. Apparently the attic had once been an actual room but was now filled with insulation stuff and shining silver pipes. The only good part was that he could freely dig through all the stuff up there with the pretense of looking for decorations. His cellphone rang and he slid it open without looking at who it was.

"Hello?"

"That was fast," Demyx said with a laugh over the other end.

"Yeah well. I'm pretty bored. Aunt Tina's really into this decorating thing and she's sent me to the attic to dig up the boxes."

"Just be careful. You never know what you could find, like her porn or old vibrators."

Roxas paused for a second, he had the lid of a box slightly lifted. "I don't think she's capable of that." He began to open the box and found some old newspaper clippings in folders and stapled stacks of papers.

"How do you know that?"

"Because she doesn't have kids and she's never had a boyfriend," Roxas said as he sat back down on an old desk chair he had found in the corner of the attic.

"Maybe she's a lesbian," Demyx commented.

"I think we'd know by now, 40 years is a pretty long time to successfully stay hidden in the closet."

"The oldest gay at the moment is like, 79 years old I think."

"Huh, one they didn't stone. Maybe they ran out of rocks," Roxas said with dark humor. Just because he had never faced prejudice from his own family, didn't mean that he had lived with neighbors who shared the same opinion. He had spent some of his schooling career with his head smashed against lockers and his stuff stolen.

"Hey now, not all gay-haters throw rocks, some of them throw bullets. I think the rocks are a good way to go."

Roxas laughed and put down the stack of papers. He reminded himself to read it later, it looked like a thesis of some sorts, written by his aunt.

"Are you sure you don't want to go out with Zexy and me tomorrow? I really don't want to make it like we're shunning you."

Roxas smiled to himself, "Don't worry about it. Besides, I wouldn't want to third wheel your date."

He almost heard Demyx blush over the phone. Zexion and Demyx had been un-official, official together, in that everyone thought they were together and they made no effort to disagree with it. Zexion had of course asked Demyx out, and Demyx had non-verbally agreed, but Zexion didn't count that and he had decided that I-day would be when he would ask Demyx again now that they had been together for a longer time and both had a grasp of what their relationship would be like. "Yeah. Our date."

Roxas held in a laugh. Demyx was easily flustered and even though he tried to hide his excitement, he was genuinely looking forward to an official date-date. They hung out a lot, did things together, but they rarely had the time and freedom to go out somewhere just the two of them with the entire notion that this time was just for the two of them because of the two of them. It made Demyx's stomach flutter.

"Hey, listen, I gotta finish brining these boxes down, but let me know how the date goes, ok?" Roxas said as he heard his Aunt calling for him.

"Oh. Okay. Well, I just called to ask you one more time, and that both our phones will be on if you need us. Give your aunt love from me!" Demyx said as he hung up.

"Tonight. Is the ni-ight. When two become one…"

Roxas growled and thumped his radio clock, shutting it up. It was the day, and already the world was laughing at him.

"Roxy? You awake?"

Roxas mumbled a response as he scooted further underneath his covers. Tina walked up the stairs and barged into his room. She watched the lump that was Roxas for a few seconds before she walked over with a sigh. She seated herself next to him on the bed and tugged the covers off of him so that she could see his face.

"You okay?"

Roxas blinked and stared up at his aunt in confusion. Where'd that come from?

"I've noticed that you've been quiet lately, more pensive than you usually are," Tina remarked, "if there's something wrong, and if you can tell me about it, I'm here to listen."

Roxas didn't give her much of an answer but smiled anyway, "Thanks, I'm fine tho'. What's up?"

"All right. Anyway, I'm sorry I can't stay with you today. Someone at work called in sick and I have find a replacement for them, and until I do I'll have to go and take over. Either that or I'll have to call in Reno and hope he can work over-time, but he specifically asked for time off today."

Roxas lifted himself up in his bed, how many Reno's could there be? "Reno? As in Reno Sausagepanini? (2)"

"Actually yes. Why? Do you know him?"

"Not really. I just figured there weren't many Reno's around. A friend of mine's older brother is called that and I was just wondering if there was any connection."

"Well that's neat. Your social circle is growing, I'm happy for you. Anyway, I'm sorry. I cooked some breakfast, it should still be warm, but I have to head out. You're welcome to the house of course."

Tina gave Roxas a quick peck on the forehead and told him that she would be home late, all the while apologizing. Roxas grunted a reply and stared at the red numbers on his clock. He had been warned that there might be some issues,

'I wonder what Axel's doing.'

Demyx smiled to himself as he brushed Zexion's hair off of his face and gently ran his finger along his cheek. He looked so beautiful while sleeping. Some level of innocence that was lacking returned when he closed his eyes. Demyx knew that they had to get up soon or they'd never be able to find a good spot to watch the parade from, but for the most part he didn't really care as long as he could stay curled up like this.

"Demyx," Zexion whispered, wrapping his arm loosely around Demyx's naked waist. A part of their date-date had come a little early with both of their impatient natures.

"Mhmm?"

"The parade? We have to get up."

"I thought you were sleeping,." Demyx pouted and snuggled further under the covers, his hand idly hovering over Zexion's stomach, tracing pictures along his skin. Soft laughter made Zexion's body vibrate and Demyx's body tingle. He loved to hear him laugh.

"You woke me up."

Zexion forced himself up, he was quite comfortable lying in bed with Demyx, and turned to look down at the blond. Blue eyes looked up at him, a soft smile on his lips. Times like these he didn't really mind living alone. The moment he had been legally able he had gotten himself his own job and an apartment. A friend of a friend's uncle owned the entire building and he had gotten a good deal on the rent and such as long as he kept his part of he deal, which he had been. He was a very good tenant.

"Come on, we have to get going," Zexion slid out of the blankets.

Demyx stayed in bed and stared at him with a peaceful expression. He watched Zexion move across the room to the bathroom, still naked. Sometimes life was pretty damn good too.

Roxas had barely touched his food and was currently wrapped comfortably underneath some covers. He still Axel's headphones and MP3, he figured that either Axel had forgotten he had them or he was okay with him having them. He had his eyes closed and was gently bobbing his head to the drum beat that thumped against his ears. He figured he could've gone by himself to see the parade, but that didn't sound like much fun, mainly because he wouldn't know how to react if he ran into some of his few friends. They'd ask him who he was with and he didn't want to answer with 'no one'.

He then turned on the TV and flipped until he found a news channel. Most of the stations were featuring the event for those who were unable to attend. He lounged in the couch and stared at the news broadcast with dead eyes. He took the headphones off and changed the channel, grabbing a box of tissues from the table.

Fuck that. He was going to watch some porn.

By the time that Zexion and Demyx had reached the parade street it had already begun. But that didn't bother them. They climbed up on some of the rooftops as many other people had done, most of the buildings in the city weren't very high. Zexion wrapped his arms around Demyx, sitting behind him both of their legs hanging off of the edge. This was good. He had been a little worried that things wouldn't go the way that he had been planning. Certain dynamics had changed while he hadn't been looking. But he was trying his best not to have this changed their evening.

Axel sneezed and cursed, "Fuck." He hoped he wasn't getting sick. Not that he ever thought there was a good time to spend the day practicing death in bed but even though the track season wouldn't start until the summer, they had a few winter meets coming up that he couldn't be sick for. Track was a little bit of a big deal around the town, just like soccer or football was for other places.

"You ok?"

Axel glanced down besides him at his date. She was beautiful. He smiled and wrapped his arm around her tighter. "Yeah, I'm fine, just hoping I'm not getting sick."

The girl smiled coyly and snuggled into his arm. Axel went back to watching the parade. It was impressive, but then again it always was. There was a lot going on, then again the story of the towns birth was a pretty colorful one itself. He felt pretty content, but something was nagging him in the back of his head. He leaned back a little against the couch that had been placed to face the parade inside one of the coffee places. First come first serve type thing, inside seating for the parade. The nagging voice got just a little bit louder as his date, one of the hottest girls in town, curled up more towards his lap. The voice shut up as her face turned up to his, her smile causing him to grin. He was just trying to create problems for himself. After the parade Axel suggested they go have something to eat. She suggested that instead of paying for some place, she would cook and they could go to her house, her parents were out. They never got as far as the house.

Axel stared at his date captivated. She looked at him coyly and let her hand slip further up his thigh. She leaned over so that her shirt exposed her breast and nuzzled herself against his chest.

"I want you," she whispered as she let her fingers glide over his body.

Axel could feel his body responding to her touches and leaned back against the couch. Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. She grinned, her breath turning into fog as it left her mouth. She slipped her fingers under the top of Axel's jeans.

Axel let his head drop just as she brought hers up, sealing their lips in a kiss she practically drowned in.

"I love you," she muttered against his lips as she pressed her body further against his.

Axel's hands, which had been moving to wrap themselves around her waist, froze a little bit, and he began to pull away, letting his hands drop a bit off of her waist.

"Mhm… don't play hard to get," she muttered with a wanting glance at his lips. "You want it too."

He closed his eyes.

When Roxas woke up it was already dark out. He had slept through the entire day. He yawned and stretched, the blanket falling from his body. He looked around himself, wondering what time it was. Instead of looking for a clock he walked to the window and flipped the blinds open. He wasn't too upset about sleeping for the good majority of the day, what else would he have done?

'Must be 11,' he thought as he watched bright lights begin to light the Tramm Common. The evening parade had just begun.

Roxas turned away from the cheerful lights back to the dark of the house and made his way to the kitchen, picking up a fortune cookie on the way.

"Today is a lucky day for those who remain cheerful and optimistic."

Roxas laughed at his fortune cookie and tossed the message into the trash as he chewed on the crumbs.

Roxas swallowed, the liquid burning his throat. He leaned deeper into the couch, the flashing lights from the TV captivating his mind completely. He took another swig of his beverage and let it fizz in his mouth before swallowing it. He usually didn't drink soda's, they made him feel like shit, but he'd make an exception for today. He was about to fall asleep, the soda gently tilting over in his hand, when there was a knock at his door. He sat up and grabbed the keys from the table. Tina had called him and asked him to have her keys ready when she came, she had forgotten them and she didn't want to wake Roxas up when she decided to come back later that night. Roxas had told her that if she wanted to, and it sounded as if she did, she could just spend the night at one of her friend's house but Tina had insisted that she not leave Roxas alone for the night, so she was going to run back as soon as possible to grab door bell rang again and he rushed to the door, knowing Tina was in a hurry. Especially since tonight was a big party night.

"Hey Roxas."

Roxas looked up at the person he had opened the door for.

"Axel."

"The one and only," he said with a charming smile, his cheeks red from the cold.

"What, what are you doing here?" Roxas asked, trying to hide his excitement.

"Oh ya know, I was in the neighborhood," he muttered, brushing his fingers through his red hair. "Gonna let met in? Because my balls are turning blue, and I refuse to let the cold have it's way with me like this."

Roxas nodded and stepped aside so that he could get in. "I thought you had a date."

"I did."

"Then why are you here?"

Axel turned plopped himself on Roxas' couch, not bothering to turn any lights on, and turned to Roxas, a devilishly handsome grin on his face.

"Because she was too much of a whore."

Explanation:

I don't see Axel as the type to have flings and carelessly distribute his affection, mainly when actual affection is involved. (ex. Love) Even in the game his devotion (to Roxas) is amazingly strong, and that devotion to those he 'cares' about did not happen in two hours but over a longer period of time.

I know a lot of stories portray him as a sex deprived pyro (I don't mind really, I love those stories quite a fucking lot actually, mmmm….. delicious) but I just thought I'd play it a little different in this one. And I feel like this Axel, while wouldn't mind having sex just for the purpose of sex, wouldn't fuck someone who barely knows him, tells him they love him, and he knows he doesn't them. (Ex. Leaving him with two problems, a clingy wannabe who doesn't know what love is, or being immoral to himself.) Or something like that. It makes sense to me.

I feel kinda weird about that last scene because it feels so predictable to me but I really wanted it in there, so if you have a problem with cliché's get over it. I'm keeping it as it is.

** I've also noticed, that as I'm going through the file I have the story under, that chunks are missing from it… so ah, I'm a little confused by my own story.