"Anyway, as I was saying, he's a little sensitive to that word." Axel whispered, glanced back over at Roxas who was watching him with an irritated expression. The motel manager blinked and lowered his voice.

"So you mean to tell me that this boy right here is a…" He paused and glanced at Roxas, scratched his great big bald head, and continued. "A homosexual, and you want to make sure that he feels comfortable?"

Axel grinned and nodding approvingly. "Yes. You see, it's very important that he is comfortable. His parents, this poor kid…his parents made him sleep in a bed that had rocks and such underneath the mattress." He shook his head. "I got him just in time."

"Poor little bugar." The manager murmured. "I feel terrible for him. You two can just have the most comfortable room I've got, that's what I'll do for you. Room service is on me."

"Sir, you don't have to do that." Axel muttered hastily. "I mean, I don't have much but I don't want to rob you of your profit…"

"Son, how much money do you have in your wallet right now?"

"Um…" He pulled out the old, beaten up leather wallet and opened it, fishing through the bills. Idly, Roxas fingered the one hundred and eighty dollars that Axel had given him to keep hidden in his pocket.

"Twenty dollars?" The redhead chuckled nervously and shrugged. "I still don't want to take your money…"

"Kid, you and your little boyfriend can stay here as long as you like for free." The manager declared, slapping Axel on the shoulder. "Now, I don't want to here any complaining from you, you hear? My profits will be just fine, thank-you very much. Here's you key, now get yourself on up to your room."

After being handed the small plastic key card, Axel walked over and pulled Roxas up, taking him in a tight hug. The manager smiled at the two of them approvingly for a moment before disappearing again into his office, and once he was gone Axel released his captive and took him towards their room.

"Give me my money." He said, holding out his hand once they were a few feet away from the door. They were the third floor up (the highest floor available), last room on the left. By motel standards, it was probably considered a suite.

"You're disgusting." Roxas muttered as he took the money out and slapped it in Axel's hand. "Robbing perfectly good people of their money like that."

"Its what they deserve for believing me." Axel replied shortly, sticking the key in the slot and letting them into their room.

"You're cold."

"You just figured that out?"

Roxas snorted and shook his head, making his way into his new living quarters. Axel was right behind him, door closed and locked immediately, and he soon began doing an inspection to make sure that it wouldn't be easy for Roxas to escape.

"Make yourself comfortable." He said, tapping the locks on one of the windows. "We're probably going to be here for a while."

Roxas sighed and dropped his bag on the floor near the door, looking around. The room was definitely a nice one, and it was set up differently than their last. The first room you walked into when you walked in was the "living room." It featured a nice, flat screen TV, a leather couch, two windows on either side of the TV, and a coffee table between the TV and the couch.

What separated the two rooms was, like the last motel, only a low-hanging threshold. That led into a little more of a dining area, with a small round table and four chairs situated around it. There were two more windows in this room, in the same place that the living room windows were.

Two doors separated this room from the kitchen and the bedroom/bathroom. The door to the kitchen was open, Axel fishing through the drawers and making sure there was nothing in there that Roxas could hide and use to kill him later. For obvious reason, the blonde opted to inspect the bedroom.

He opened the door, looked around. It was a nice, very intimate room. Gold comforter, black furniture, not windows, dim lights. The bed was nice and big, probably a queen…

"Whoa, double-take." He muttered, his gaze sweeping over the room once more and its one bed. Not two; one for him and one for Axel. Just one lone bed for the both of them.

"Did you say something, kid?" Axel called, finally coming into the bedroom to expect every nook and cranny before deeming it impossible for Roxas to escape.

The blonde opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. Axel glanced down at him, waiting for a moment, then shrugged and continued looking around the room.

"Guess not."

Roxas blinked then shook his head. "There's only one bed."

Axel shrugged again, looking in the closet, dresser, and end tables before plopping down on the poofy sheets and grinning. "I don't see a problem. There's a lock on the door and no windows…" He laughed. "That way if I need something from you, you have no where to run."

Roxas blinked at him, stood there for a minute, then nodded and turned back to head into the living room. His bag was still sitting by the door, where he had left it, and quickly he walked over and removed his sketchbook and his pencils (that for some strange reason Axel had allowed him to keep).

He flipped to the first blank page he could find, which was quite a few pages back and near the end, and began putting his feelings on paper.

--

"And our last story tonight," Katie Couric said, blinking a couple thousand times before she began speaking again.

"We all know Mr. Charles DuPont, owner and founder of First Mutual Life Insurance company. His office work has not only provided life insurance for some of the world's most famous deaths including Anna Nicole Smith and is currently insuring Playboy Hugh Heffner.

"Two days ago, Mr. DuPont's son, Roxas, was reported missing. Authorities have reason to believe that he was taken sometime between his departure from Lexington Preparatory School for Boys and his return to his home in Seaside Estates, a section of Belaire in Los Angeles, California. If anyone has any leads on the whereabouts of the young Mr. DuPont, please contact your local law enforcement agency. I'm Katie Couric with CBS news. Goodnight, everyone."

Roxas blinked, glancing up at Axel, who was sitting up on the couch, from his seat on the floor. The redhead was staring at the TV disbelievingly, and Roxas couldn't help but smirk.

"I told you they would be looking for me…" He whispered, returning to his drawing, which had somehow turned into a very detailed sketch of his sister.

Axel wasn't supposed to hear him. Roxas didn't know how he heard him. He thought his voice had been quiet, but apparently it wasn't.

"Go to bed." Axel commanded, his voice monotone. Roxas glanced at the clock in the room, noticed that it was only seven thirty. In California, it was only five thirty. He was hardly tired.

"I'm not sleepy, though." He murmured. Immediately, Axel gave him a look that said he wouldn't be argued with.

He and Roxas stared each other down for a minute or two before Roxas gave up, and set his sketch book down with a sigh. He grabbed his bag from where it still sat next to the door, walked around the couch behind Axel, and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

--

For some reason he had been allowed to keep everything that he was kidnapped with, which wasn't very much to begin with. An iPod, his sketch book and pencils, his Advanced Geometry book, and his graphing calculator.

Roxas, being a big music lover, had a lot of music in his iPod. He was just working his way through his favorite Metric album, getting to his favorite part in "Gimme Sympathy," when the earphones were yanked roughly from his ears.

"I can't believe you have the audacity to play with your iPod right now." Axel hissed next to his ear. Roxas's breath caught in his throat and he shut his eyes tight, praying that a replay of last night's events wouldn't occur.

"What, nothing to say?" He chuckled. "Cat got your tongue?"

Roxas gulped again, and for fear of actually saying the wrong thing, just nodded his head.

"Aww, Roxy, I'm touched." He laughed again, and after the apparent humor had died down, he decided to position himself on top of his captive. "Now, you see, Roxas…" He sighed. "I just really hate seeing stuff like that on TV. I'm sure you can probably imagine how troublesome it is for someone in my position to have to see that on the evening news that millions of people watch…"

Roxas nodded. "I'm sure its troubling."

Axel smiled down at him. "Yes. Now, unfortunately for you…I don't have anyone else to take my anger out on." He shrugged, still grinning. "I'd say I'm sorry, but you have a really tight ass so I get the feeling that I'm going to be enjoying this a lot more than you will."

Roxas looked at Axel with an almost crestfallen expression, desperately trying to think of something to say that would get him out of this.

"But…you…you don't seem angry." He muttered desperately. In response, Axel shrugged again.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, kid. You can usually tell how angry I am based on how fake my kindness seems." He leaned down over Roxas once more and stopped when their noses were mere centimeters apart. "Seems pretty fake, huh?"

There was going to be no right answer to this question, and Roxas could see that immediately. If he said yes, Axel would get mad because Roxas was calling him a fake. If he said no, Axel would get mad because how dare he accuse him of lying? So, he just shrugged.

"Heh…wrong answer."

With that, Axel ripped the blankets down off of Roxas, revealing that the blonde was wearing only a pair of boxers. "Jesus kid, is this all you sleep in?"

Without waiting for an answer, the article of clothing was quickly discarded, and the moment he was completely exposed, Roxas seemed to have found his voice. "Please…" His voice was shaky, and already he could feel tears threatening to spill over his eyes. Only three days, three days and already he was a complete emotional wreck. Completely dependant on the actions of a bona fide psycho.

"Please…d-don't do th-this…"

Axel laughed, and in answer to Roxas's plea, nodded. "Alright." He moved and got off of Roxas, sat at the edge of the bed. "Get over here."

Roxas looked at the redhead, a little surprised, before yanking his boxers back up and sliding out of the bed to stand in front of Axel.

"On your knees." Axel ordered. The second he unbuttoned his jeans and yanked them down along with his boxers, Roxas knew exactly what he would have to do.

Just a different kind of rape. He thought, before kneeling before Axel and a face full of his cock.

"Suck." The command was the same, but for some reason it was far more devastating than it had been a few moments ago. Roxas whimpered, and his delay in action caused Axel to growl. "Suck."

Roxas whimpered again before he closed his eyes opened his mouth, and before he really had time to register what he was being made to do, he was deep-throating his captor. He gagged a little, but that didn't stop Axel from thrusting his hips into Roxas's mouth, one hand holding the blonde's head exactly where he wanted it.

Roxas's eyes started to water, and he was sure that he was going to choke on the redhead's dick. He whimpered again, which only gave Axel a reason to moan at the vibrations being sent through his body. "Good boy…" He purred, his hips stopping their motion for a moment.

Roxas pulled his head back in order to try to swallow the disgusting amount of saliva that was pooling in his mouth, but as soon as the though occurred to him Axel's hips were being forced against his face again.

He didn't know how long this continued on, but every second was one second longer than he wanted. It had to have been a good two to three minutes before he finally felt hot seed slide down his throat, and Axel sigh, satisfied at his release.

Roxas pulled away the second Axel let him go, choking and sobbing wishing that he had just let Axel fuck him because anything had to be better than what he just endured.

"Hey, kid." Axel said, tucking himself back into his pants and buttoning up. "Grow some balls, will you? There's no fun doing this stuff if you're going to be a complete pussy afterwards."

Roxas didn't respond, just let the tears continue to roll down his cheeks and whimpers tear themselves from his chest. Axel watched him for a moment before shaking his head and moving to leave the room.

"You'd better get yourself together by the time I come to bed. I don't want to have to listen to you feel sorry for yourself all night while I try to get some shut eye. And believe you me, Roxas. My beauty sleep is very important to me." With that, he shut the door.

Roxas watched the door for a few minutes after the redhead had left, his mind in a muddle. His mouth tasted like salt and blood, and it didn't surprise him due to how far Axel's cock was shoved down his throat.

Slowly, he crawled back over to the bed and climbed in, turning off the light, and throwing his iPod in the trash. He curled himself into a ball, crying himself to sleep, and for the first time since he had been kidnapped, honestly wished he would die.

A/N: Okay! Moar raep! xP I hope you guise like this chapeter. I worked REALLY HARD ON IT. It took me a whole hour! D Seriously though. You guise are awesome. I mean like...some of your reviews totally make my day. xD They're lovely. Urm...I actually need to ask everyone a question...should I include Xigbar in the story? I won't say what character he would be playing, but I need to know if he should be added. He wouldn't interfere at all with the AkuRoku-ness...just a little supporting role. ^^ Lemme know what you think! Lots of love!
~Sara