The blonde hated the awkward and tense silence that had come between he and Axel. They had been in Chicago for no more than 48 hours, and already he prayed that things could go back to the way they were. Or at least…the way they were after he had determined that Axel was the one and only love of his life.
It hadn't taken more than ten minutes, but in that time Roxas had officially managed to ruin what they had. Sure, Axel was partly to blame; what kind of kidnapper updated his Facebook about the actual kidnapping? But Roxas knew that he wasn't supposed to look at the laptop, he knew that he definitely shouldn't have opened Axel's email…
It was Wednesday. Roxas was sitting on the couch, pretending to watch TV while Xigbar went to get breakfast, his attention really focused on what Axel was doing on his laptop on the other end of the couch. He wanted to believe that whatever it was, it didn't involve him; a task far easier said than done.
"I hate Wednesdays." Axel muttered after a while, effectively snapping Roxas out of his trance. "You know?"
Roxas blinked. "Um…not really."
"Well, I do. They interrupt the flow of the rest of the week. Its terrible. The only good thing about Wednesdays is new episodes of Law and Order: SVU. Which I hardly even get to watch anymore." He sighed and closed his laptop, glancing at the door for the millionth time.
"Expecting someone?" Roxas whispered, ignoring the mini-rant on his favorite day of the week.
"I am, actually." Axel grinned and turned back to the TV, rubbing his feet like they hurt. The blonde couldn't imagine why; he hadn't gotten off the couch the entire morning.
"Who?"
"I'll give you a hint; you called him a whore yesterday." The redhead frowned, as did Roxas.
"Oh." Fabulous. He continued mentally. You get to rip my heart apart a little more. I'm looking forward to it.
"Don't sound so disappointed. I think he might've liked you for a few seconds there yesterday. Like, you know, before you deeply insulted him."
Roxas snorted. "I call 'em like I see 'em. Plus, he could've gone to college. But no. He's selling his body instead. He deserved it."
"Well, I guess someone's feeling a little opinionated this morning." Axel pasted that mock surprise look all over his face, but when Roxas didn't notice, he dropped it. "What if he can't afford to go to college, anyway? We're not all rich like you, Roxas."
"Then he should've gotten a real job and saved money to go to college. Or maybe finished high school and applied for a scholarship. If he's using being poor as an excuse not to go, then it means he just doesn't really want to go." That, and he stole you from me. Roxas shrugged.
"That still doesn't give you an excuse to call him a whore." Axel replied flatly. "I think you hurt his feelings."
You hurt my feelings, dude. Hello? "How long are you planning on staying in Chicago?"
Axel frowned, not wanting to have changed the subject, but answered the question anyway. "As long as we can. I assume that the people at America's Most Wanted have only designated California and Nebraska, assuming that they've even heard of me. We should be safe here for a while."
Roxas nodded slowly. "Alright. Where's Xigbar? What's taking him so long?"
"Choir practice." Axel snorted and shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder about him."
"He tried to seduce me yesterday." Roxas commented idly, and the redhead's head snapped towards him, his expression incredulous. Oh, so now you pay attention to me?
"He what?"
"You heard me."
Axel ground his teeth, hands balling into fists. "I'm going to kill him."
"I don't see why you should care." Roxas said, his voice just above a whisper. He glanced away from the redhead, turning his gaze to the bedroom, only to envision him leading his new lover in there, giggling like an idiot.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Axel barked at him. In response, Roxas just shook his head slowly and sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to hold tears back a few minutes longer. No matter what he tried, he couldn't bring himself to hate Axel.
"Nothing. Forget I said it." He chocked softly, and he heard Axel sigh behind him and come forward a little.
"Rox--" He took the blonde's shoulder, but didn't get much more out due to the loud, impatient knock on their door.
"Your date's here." Roxas spat in a whisper. Axel paused for a moment, but released the blonde upon a second knock on the door.
He opened it, letting Demyx in, and the second Roxas glanced over at him he wished he hadn't. The taller blonde was wearing a bustier-like thing that looked like it was made of leather, accompanied by very tight-fitting leather pants.
"I brought the stuff, Axel!" He said proudly, lifting up a bag. When he did, the end of a leather leash fell out, and Roxas gagged.
"Oh my God." He said, gagging again, the only thought running through his mind being something along the lines of, They make that stuff?
"What? Is little rich boy jealous?" Demyx sneered.
"No. I think I'm going to be sick." He gagged again and stood up, running into the bathroom, trying to hold down whatever it was that was coming up until he got there.
Thankfully, he made the trip without puking in either the living room or the bedroom, threw the toilet seat up, and dumped his gut immediately. Axel ran in, not far behind him, and caught his breath.
"What the hell, kid?" He gasped as Roxas flushed the toilet, wiped access what not from his mouth, and looked up at the redhead.
"Can't say I didn't warn you." He breathed, chuckled. "Can I have a glass of water or a mint or something?"
"Why, do you think its going to happen again or something?"
"It will if you don't get that away from me." He pointed at Demyx with his bag of goodies and women's clothing and all, and Axel sighed.
"Fine. Demyx, go somewhere where he can't see you."
The older blonde gave Axel a, but-that's-unfair look and crossed his arms stubbornly. "How come he gets his way? Why not make him go somewhere else?"
"Demyx." Axel said, his voice low and dangerous. "Go. Now."
Demyx blinked for a second and shook his head. "No. I want to know why."
Roxas groaned and hugged the toilet, gagging. Axel's new "friend" smelled like sex, and so did his toys, and it was disgusting. An image of the leash in use popped into the blonde's head, and not soon after he emptied his gut again.
Axel let out a frustrated sight. "Because if he keeps throwing up and doesn't drink a lot of water soon, he's going to get dehydrated. If gets dehydrated, I'll have to take him to the hospital."
Demyx shrugged his shoulders. "So? I don't see a problem with that."
"You're such a flaming idiot." Roxas said, chuckling humorlessly. "Not only would he have to pay the hospital bills, which he can't afford, but he would have to give them our address. They would know where we're staying, and when he got on AMW, they would know exactly where to find us. Duh."
Axel glanced at Roxas, nodded. "That's pretty much it. Now, Dem, do me a favor here…" He used his 'you-can't-deny-me-this' face on Demyx and smiled. "And go somewhere where he can't see you? Please?"
"Ugh. Fine." The prostitute walked out of sight of the blonde, and Roxas slumped over on the floor, panting.
"Man. Some people." He grinned, and Axel glared at him.
"You, shut up. Now do you want a mint or water?"
"How about both?"
Axel fished through his pockets for a moment and grabbed a breath mint, tossed it at the blonde, who immediately popped it in his mouth. He then moved to grab a cup out of the medicine cabinet and fill it with water, handed it to his captive.
"Sensitive gag reflex, huh, kid?"
Roxas shook his head. "Bad mental image." Of course, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to put me on that leash.
"And it actually made you toss your cookies." Axel shook his head, combed a hand through his tangled mane of hair and chuckled. "Your poor innocent mind just couldn't take it, huh?"
"I was actually a little more concerned who that leash was for; you or him." Roxas took a sip of his water and shrugged. "I can honestly say that I can't see you as someone's bitch."
"That's probably a pretty fair assessment." Axel stood up and held his hand out for Roxas, who looked up at him with a confused expression.
"You expect me to take your hand?"
"Not unless you can walk by yourself."
Roxas snorted and placed his cup on the floor. "Of course I can." He pushed himself up and stood there for a moment, proud, but after taking his first step stumbled against the redhead.
Axel laughed and picked him up, slinging over a shoulder. "Come on."
"Hey!" Roxas hit his back with weak fists, clearly to no avail. "Put me down!"
"Okay. Hold on." Axel walked them into the living room and plopped Roxas down on the couch, said blonde landing with an 'umph' and glaring up at his captor.
"That was unnecessary."
"You couldn't walk, kid." Axel said, raising an eyebrow. "I say that was pretty damn necessary. Now get some sleep."
"I'm not tired."
"Would you like me to make you tired?" Axel grinned threateningly at Roxas, and immediately the blonde buried his face in a pillow and folded his arms beneath it.
"Sleeping." Depends on the methods you were planning on using. He thought, a grin threatening to creep onto his face.
"Good boy."
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Axel and Demyx crept out of the bedroom a few hours later. Axel was looking at the blonde's apparently sleeping body with small amounts of affection in his eyes, until his other blonde turned to look at him.
"Is he sleeping?" His voice was definitely above a whisper, and Axel was tempted to slap him and tell him to have some respect. However, before he could answer, Roxas did it for him.
"No I'm not sleeping, you dim-witted prawn." Axel snorted at this, but Demyx just looked satisfied that he had gotten an answer. Not that the cut would mean anything to him; he probably didn't even know what a prawn was. Or what dim-witted meant, for that matter.
"Oh. Okay." Axel's captive slowly sat up, rubbing his forehead. He glanced around and blinked a few times, and Demyx was looking at him like the kid was an exhibit in a zoo.
"Whoa. Déjà vu all over again." He rubbed his forehead and blinked again, and Axel couldn't fight back his chuckle.
"What the hell is that?" Demyx said, his pride making Axel want to squirm. "A pretend language?"
Roxas's expression deadpanned. "Can someone really be this stupid?" He chuckled humorlessly. "It's French, Captain Oblivious."
"Really?" Demyx looked excited. Like, really excited. Axel blinked, finding himself unable to think of a word to describe that level of stupidity. "Say something else!"
"With pleasure." Roxas sneered. "Vas te faire encule."
"Roxas." Axel gave the blonde a leveling stare, a frown creasing into his expression. He had taken enough high school French to know what that meant, and despite that he wanted to laugh, saying 'Fuck you.' to Demyx wouldn't really be in keeping with his current persona.
"What?"
"Be nice."
"He asked me to say something!" He said defensively. Axel shrugged and grabbed Demyx's hand, led him over to the door. The smaller of the two blondes just scoffed on the couch, crossings his arms stubbornly as the redhead lead his "lover" over to the door.
"What did he say?" Demyx whispered. Axel pasted that ever-so-fake patient smile on his face, shaking his head.
"Something not very nice."
"Oh. Okay." He smiled and leaned forward, pecking Axel on the cheek. "Will I see you tomorrow?"
"Um…maybe. It depends on how things play out." He smiled again and opened the door, all but shoving Demyx out. "I'll text you!"
As soon as he turned around and glanced at Roxas, he was met by that hurt, confused, disappointed look that he had worn for the last two days. The blonde wasn't looking directly at him, but it showed all the same.
Say something. He thought, sighed, and walked over to the couch. "Are you hungry?"
"Not anymore." Roxas said, glancing at the bedroom with a look of disgust. "Ask me after you do the laundry."
A/N: Wow. Okay. I think the next...two or three chapters are going to be pretty short. I really hate doing this. D8 I would stop, but for some strange reason I made the last chapter on a Tuesday, and this stuff with Demyx HAS to end on a Saturday. *has already said too much but doesn't really care* So...yeah. The leash thing! xDDD I just had this dream, and Roxas was on a leash and Axel was being all D and I just couldn't resist. xD I hope you guise enjoy that as much as I did.
Urm...yeah. The New Year is in a few hours! *is totally jazzed* I can't wait to see how many comments I get~
~Sara