"Ah…!" Roxas's back arched off the mattress and into Axel's chest as the redhead plowed into him, eyes tearing up from pleasure. "Axel!"

Axel moaned against Roxas's neck, each of their bodies slick with sweat, each of them craving a release. They had been going at this for hours, and the blonde didn't know how much more he would be able to withstand before he passed out. Axel was much in the same position, given the fact that Roxas was surprisingly difficult to satisfy.

"Yes!" Roxas hissed, trying to spread his legs further for Axel but finding the task a little difficult given the fact that he had already pushed his body to the limit trying to give his new lover the best experience possible.

"God Roxas…" Axel groaned, heat pooling uncomfortably in his stomach, just begging to be let go. "You're so insatiable."

"Shut up." Roxas breathed in response, just before his back arched impossibly. He came for what felt like the millionth time that night, Axel not far behind. He collapsed on his captive's/lover's chest, both of them breathing heavily.

"Did you know," Roxas said, trying to catch his breath, staring at the ceiling. "That the average male can climax six times in 36 minutes?"

"I bet I could make you prove that correct." Axel responded. Upon glancing up, he noticed Roxas's deep red blush (for some reason, the little blonde thought that it was kinky to have sex with the lights off, which is why Axel was able to see anything at all) and chuckled.

"You're such a pervert."

"You know you love me~" Axel grinned and kissed Roxas's neck, rolling off of him just to pull him into his arms seconds later. Roxas snuggled against the other's side until he was comfortable, absorbing Axel's warmth.

"You're so warm." He whispered after a while, and Axel nodded, burying his face in Roxas's hair.

"I know. Runs in the family."

"You're welcome." Roxas chuckled and sighed, glancing around the room. It was still light, given that they hadn't turned out either of the lamps that he had demanded stayed on. "What's today again?"

"Um…" Axel glanced at the clock on his bedside table, took note of the time. "Sunday, as of one hour and fifty-four minutes ago."

Roxas blushed again and hid his face against Axel's shoulder. "Oh my God."

"I know. We were at it for hours." Axel laughed and began stroking Roxas's spine, grinning. "I mean, I got home at like, ten after ten…then we "talked," and then you asked me to--"

"Yeah, Axel, I know what I ask you to do." Roxas cut him off before he had to be reminded of his pathetic request which Axel had more that eagerly obliged. He had been carted off to the bedroom at about ten thirty, and Axel had screwed him straight through two in the morning.

"Aw, Roxy, are you embarrassed?" He chuckled, kissing the top of Roxas's head. "You shouldn't be."

"Yeah, well, I am." Roxas sighed. "I don't know. This whole thing is just so weird."

"How so?"

"Well, for starters, I'm supposed to hate you." Roxas kissed Axel's shoulder as a 'but-I-don't' gesture to let him know that there were no hard feelings, regardless. "I mean, all the shit that's happened in the last 18 months…it's just crazy. I feel like…"

Axel glanced down at him as best he could, eyebrow raised. "Feel like what?"

"Like I don't belong anywhere. Or with anyone, for that matter. I mean, my family doesn't want me, and even if they did I don't want to go back to them. And you're…well…you're you." He shrugged. "It's just really weird."

"You don't feel like you belong with me?" Axel's tone of voice conveyed a small amount of hurt, and Roxas scoffed.

"It's not that, it's just…like, I hated you for the better part of the time I've been with you. If I was thinking straight at all, I would still hate you. No offense, love," Roxas said, smiling weakly. "But you're not really the kind of guy I could bring home to mom and dad, y'know?"

Axel clicked his tongue. "Oh really?"

"Oh relax, you big baby." Roxas playfully shoved his shoulder, but it did nothing to improve Axel's newly soured demeanor. "What, am I going to go home and be like, 'Mom, Dad, this is the guy who kidnapped me. He's kind of a jerk, but I like him so you shouldn't call the police and instead let me be with him.'? I don't think so."

"Roxas, I'm not liking the direction this conversation has taken." Axel muttered. "I, personally, think I'm the perfect person for you."

"I'm not disputing that." Roxas frowned, propped himself up on an elbow, and fixed Axel with a serious stare. "But let's face it, love. I mean, you've beaten me, raped me, made me feel like shit…"

"Thanks, Roxy."

"There's no way we can ever have a healthy relationship." The blonde stated plainly.

"We can if you get some therapy!" Axel said, crossing his arms dejectedly. "I can't believe you're doing this to me, Rox. I confess my utter love and adoration for you, give you exactly what you asked for, and you turn around and treat me like this? I'm hurt."

"God you're such a baby." Roxas breathed, sighed, and gently kissed Axel's forehead. "You know I love you, regardless of how messed up we are."

"Well, God, Roxas." Axel groaned. "If I'm so terrible, what made your ex so great?"

Roxas opened his mouth to reply before he stopped short, blinking, his brain short-circuiting. "What?"

"You're ex-boyfriend." Axel said. "Tell me about him."

Roxas blinked a few more times, trying to make the connection. He hadn't thought of Sora in forever; he had lived, breathed, been dedicated to Axel for so long, he could barely even remember what it was like to be at home. "Um…well…"

"Okay, let's start with something easy." Axel reached up and gently tousled Roxas's hair (apparently he wasn't as upset as he had let on), smiling. "What's his name?"

"It's um…it's Sora." Roxas answered. "He's a brunette…he has blue eyes…"

"Like yours, except less beautiful?" Axel offered up, smiling. He let his hand fall down and he cupped Roxas's cheek, the blonde leaning into his touch.

"Like mine, except far more beautiful."

Axel snorted, shaking his head. "Kid, look in the mirror, okay? You're like…" He furrowed his brow, thinking. "Okay, I know this is cheesy, but you're kind of like the Archangel Michael, but way less scary."

Roxas smiled softly, closed his eyes. "Why thank-you."

"But moving on…"

"Yes, moving on. He um…he was pretty much a huge dork." Roxas chuckled and shrugged. "He's not really my kind of guy, but you should've seen the way my step-dad freaked out when I came out to my parents."

"Did they react violently?"

"Oh yeah." Roxas nodded, pursing his lips. "At first, my mom was cool. But then she saw how pissed off my step-dad was, and they both attacked me. Make a long story short, Sora was pretty much the only boy I could get away with being with, regardless of the fact that he was totally not my type."

"That's kind of sad." Axel muttered, slipping his hand down and letting it come to a rest on Roxas's bony hip. He still hadn't gained back all of the weight he had lost, but at least he was back up to something a little healthy.

"Eh, I'm over it." Roxas opened his eyes and smiled. "You're much more my type that Sora is. And I don't have to worry about my parents finding out, considering the fact that I might not have to see them again. Ever. Thank God."

"I'm your type?" Axel asked, raising an eyebrow. "Despite how messed up we apparently are and how we're never ever going to be able to have a healthy relationship because of all of the stuff I did to you?"

"What can I say?" Roxas's smile broke into a grin as he laid down across Axel's chest. "I'm attracted to guys who treat me like shit only to tell me I'm an angel afterwards."

"And you think our relationship is the only thing that's unhealthy?" Axel asked. "Yeah, okay."

"Shut up." Roxas giggled, placing a delicate kiss on Axel's shoulder. "Its not my fault you're loveable."

--

The blonde tilted his head to the side, giving Axel more access to his lips, moaning softly as the redhead nipped at his lower lip. They had discovered about ten minutes ago that Axel could never lay vertically on the couch again, because about six inches of his feet and/or shins dangled off of the end. Roxas, of course, and more than enough wiggle room.

Axel brought a hand up to cup Roxas's cheek, the other arm firmly wrapped around the boy's waist. Roxas was so deliciously comfortable; he wouldn't have moved if he was offered a million dollars.

Just as the hand around his waist began wandering curiously under Roxas's shirt and across his chest, the door flew open. Axel choked on Roxas's tongue, which had dived inside of mouth, and Roxas choked on Axel's choke.

"Axel!" Ah, Demyx. Of course. Roxas had completely forgotten about him; sixteen hours of Axel's undivided attention really did a lot to change his attitude.

Axel cleared his throat, glanced down at Roxas, and blinked. "Demyx, now isn't really a good time."

"Where are you? Axel?"

"I have an idea." Roxas whispered, grinning deviously. "Mind if I act on it?"

"What is it?" Axel whispered back, glancing up. There was still one room between them and Demyx, and it was empty but for a closet (for some reason the tall blonde thought to look in that without even glancing at the couch, which was visible from the doorway) but Axel figured they had a few moments more.

"Just payback for Demyx being all snotty when you two were "together." Roxas answered. "Please?"

Axel nodded. "Okay."

Quickly, Roxas unbuttoned Axel's shirt, slipped out of his own, and ditched his cargo shorts. "Grind." He commanded, pointing at Axel's hips. The redhead gave him a confused look, eyebrow raised.

"I'm sorry?"

"Axel, come on! We don't have a lot of time here. Now grind." Axel started, not having to be told again, grinding his hips roughly against Roxas's. The blonde let out a soft moan, and immediately he could feel Demyx's eyes on them.

"Axel…?"

--

"What are we going to do with him?"

"I don't know. I've never had to deal with this kind of thing before."

Axel sighed. "I think he's had a nervous breakdown."

Roxas was clinging to Axel's arm, Axel standing protectively in front of his lover. Demyx was curled into a little ball in the corner of the living room, paying them no mind if he even knew he was there, muttering something to himself that was undecipherable to both captor and captive.

"Should we take him to the hospital?"

"We can't. We've been on America's Most Wanted, remember? If we took him to the hospital, someone would recognize us."

"What should we do with him, then?"

--

"What the…?" Marluxia stood up, glanced out the window. "Um…Vexen?"

"What do you want now, Marly?"

"There's a cute boy sitting outside in the hallway, and he looks like he just shot up."

"Jesus Christ, what are you smoking now?" Vexen came storming out of the bathroom, his hair pulled up in a cheap hotel shower cap, and he glanced out the window. "Oh…my."

"See? I wasn't making it up!"

"Shut up and call an ambulance."

--

"Do you think he's going to be okay?" Roxas whispered. He and Axel were moving again for fear that someone from the ambulance service that had been called would feel it necessary to talk to them.

"I don't know. No one in my life has ever had a nervous breakdown before." Axel blinked, shook his head. "I'm sorry we have to move again, though. I know we haven't really been able to stay in one place."

"Comes with the territory I suppose." Roxas muttered. "I just hope Demyx is okay. I mean, I wanted to piss him off. Not like…put him in a coma."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine." Axel said. "Come here."

Roxas scooted over the bench seat and cuddled up against Axel's side, his head falling in the redhead's lap. "Mm…I'm sleepy."

"Are you, now? You didn't get enough sleep earlier?"

Roxas closed his eyes, but his brow furrowed all the same. "Are you on crack? You wouldn't let me fall asleep until two in the morning and woke me up again at eight so we could make out on the couch. Weirdo."

"Oh, you're fine." Axel replied, stroking Roxas's hair.

"So where are we going now?" Roxas asked, changing the subject.

"I don't know. I was thinking maybe Florida or Georgia. Southeast somewhere. What do you think?"

Roxas smiled and shook his head. "I don't care where I am so long as I'm with you."

A/N: This chapter was short. D8 But oh well. I like it...kinda. There wasn't as much lemon as I was hoping for, but I promise I'll make up for that in the next two chapters AAAAANNNNNDDDD the EPIC EPILOGUE! D It's going to be so awesome, guise. I can't wait until I write it. ;D

But, aside from the awesomeness and what not, I've been getting a few flames, and its like. D8 Dudes. I get if you don't like something that I write, but you don't have to tell me. xD I mean, that's your own thing. It doesn't really help me as a writer if you review saying you can't possibly continue reading this story because you don't like where I've taken it. xDDD

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~Sara