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Pairings: Roxas and Axel

Rated M for mansex

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Two men walked though the market district of the city Oblivia. One was tall and lanky with fiery red hair, and marks underneath his eyes, symbolizing his heritage. He was the son of the King of Oblivia, and he wasn't exactly excited about his family history. He tried his best to hide the marks while outside the palace with his mothers make up, but it was still noticeable if one looked hard enough. The other was slightly shorter, with dirty blonde hair on his head, and had it cut in a strange fashion. "Can you tell me again why we are out here Axel?" the dirty blonde asked, a look of disdain on his face. "I hate leaving the palace walls. It's so dirty out here."

Axel lolled his head to the side and looked at his friend. "Because Demyx, I'm tired of being in that place. It's so damn stuffy."

"You know how much your father hates it when you leave, especially without warning." Demyx left Axel's side and wandered over to a stand with random musical instruments. "Plus you have to drag your dear old friend with you. How inconsiderate." The blonde said, smirking at his friend. He turned his attention back towards the stand. Most of the instruments were beat up old things, barely able to make a sound. "What is all this stuff? It's all crap!" Demyx turned his head, but something caught his eye. Standing off to the side was an unusual instrument, with seven strings on it, and about three-fourths his height. "Hey Axel, look at this!" The red head wandered on over, curious as to what Demyx was so excited about. "What do you think it is?" Demyx plucked a string, a melodious sound vibrating from it, as if it were crying.

"I have no idea. It seems to be in pretty good condition, especially compared to everything else here." Axel looked at the dented French Horn that looked like it was used to go hunting with, instead of playing with, and the tuba that looked like it had its ass kicked by the French Horn. Demyx plucked another string, and another wonderful, yet strange, sound filled the air.

"Can I help you?" A voice said, startling the two. A boy about the same age as them, and blonder hair than Demyx's, and a bit spiky appeared from behind the stand, a trumpet in his hands. He placed the trumpet on it's bell and leaned over the counter.

"Ummm...." Demyx looked back at the instrument that fascinated him. "What is that?" He pointed to it. "I've never seen anything like it before in my life."

The boy craned his head around to see what he was talking about. "Oh that? That's a Guqin. It's a really old instrument, originating about 5,000 years back. Zexion should know more about it."

"Who's that?" Demyx asked as Axel said "Who're you?"

"Oh, I'm Roxas." The blonde stuck his hand out for a handshake.

"Got a last name?" Axel said, hesitantly taking his hand.

"It's possible." Roxas pointed to the sign on the stand.

Axel craned his neck back and took a peak. "Fenrir Instruments. Ah so your name is "Instruments" then?"

Roxas blankly stared at him for a good three seconds. "Oh you are hilarious." he said along with a well placed fake 'haha' and a roll of the eyes.

"I know I am. The name is Axel. Got it memorized?" Axel said, a slight smile playing upon his features.

"So your name is Andy?" Roxas countered, looking up at him with large blue pools.

"Smart ass eh?" Axel's 'slight smile' turned into a full fledged grin as they continued their banter.

"Hm. Wonder where I get the feeling that you really don't mind?"

"No idea." Their eyes locked for a minute before they were interrupted by a shriek.

"Holy shit! You scared me!" Demyx said, almost knocking the Guqin he was still fiddling with over as he turned to face the man who tapped his shoulder. He was a bit taken aback by his features. Hair the colour of lilac flipped over to one side, eyes a cloudy blue. In anyones definition, he was gorgeous. Demyx quickly regained his composure and remembered that this man scared the living hell out of him. "God, where did you come from anyway?"

No answer.

"Um... o.k. then." Demyx said, a bit creeped out. "Are you Zexion?"

No answer.

"Hey, are you gonna say anything or what?" Demyx probed further, a bit outraged that this stranger was ignoring him. Instead of answering, the man in question asked one of his own.

"Do you like it?" he stared blankly at him.

"What?... Oh the Guqin? Yeah. I think it is amazing. I've never seen anything like it before." Demyx said, glad he could hear his voice. It sounded surprisingly nice. Deep, but not earth shattering.

Zexion walked around Demyx and picked it up. He looked at it fondly for a few seconds before thrusting it towards the blonde. "Take it."

"Huh?" Demyx was beyond confused.

"Please. Take it." Zexion softened his voice a bit, making it impossible for anyone, man or woman, to refuse.

"O.k...." Demyx said. "Can I at least know your name? Please?" Demyx wasn't about to be upstaged in a 'pretty boy' contest, and he pulled out his best pout and puppy dog eyes.

Zexion was unmoved, but answered non the less. "You were right. It's Zexion. Zexion Fenrir."

"Woah wait a minute." Axel said, his hands on the side of his head. "You two are brothers?"

"Long story short, that is what it normally means to have the same last name, especially if it is an irregular one." Roxas's eyes gleamed a bit as he stared at Axel. His green eyes pierced through him like two bullets, and it made him shudder.

"Can I hear the long story some time?" Axel asked, his emerald eyes shining with interest. Roxas fought to tear away from them, but when he did, he was able to notice the faint tattoos high on his cheeks. Roxas narrowed his eyes.

"Maybe after your 'royalness' tells me what he's doing outside his precious palace and out here communicating with us common folk." Roxas spat out, his demeanor suddenly turning cold.

"Woah, what brought that on?" Axel said, putting his hands in the air. "I thought we were having a nice conversation."

"That was before I got a good look at your face. Now we aren't and this conversation is over. Good day." and with that, the blonde retreated to his place behind the stand and turned his back. Axel stared at him for a good minute before giving up for the time being.

"Hey Demyx... you ready to go?" He faced his blonde friend, who was wrapped up with Zexion. "Demyx!"

"Whaaaat?" Demyx said, tearing his head away from his new friend.

"I'm leaving. Are you coming too?" Axel said, exhausted. He just wanted to get out of their and the disturbing aura Roxas was putting off towards him.

Demyx looked back at Zexion and said something Axel couldn't hear, but he did see Zexion nod slightly. The blonde picked up his new instrument and waved goodbye.

It was only when Axel and Demyx were out of site did Roxas start to cry.

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TEH AUTHORS NOTE

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