Roxas cuddled up against Axel's side, the warmth of his lover relaxing him deeply. Axel's arm curled around him lazily, and he groaned softly as it did so. "Roxas, why are you always awake so early?"

"I guess I never really recovered from my school schedule." Roxas answered, chuckled. "Just because I wake up doesn't mean you have to. I usually fall back asleep, anyway."

"Mm…whatever. Get you cute, tight ass over here." Roxas pressed himself closer to Axel, let his eyes slip shut. The redhead was just so warm. It was abnormal, yes, but when the blankets had slipped down to your waist to expose your bare chest to the cold air of the room, it felt really nice to have a warm arm shielding you from it all.

"Hey Roxy?" Axel asked softly. "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"If…" He sighed, furrowed his brow. "If, for whatever reason, we were to be separated, would you be sad?"

Roxas smacked Axel's arm a little less than gently and scoffed. "Of course I would. Don't ask stupid questions."

Axel blinked at the defensiveness in his lover's tone, shrugged. "I was just wondering. You know…because sometimes I wonder if you actually love me." He grinned as Roxas looked up at him, practically appalled.

"Shut up, Axel. You're ruining my good mood." He sighed and snuggled himself back against his captor who, in retrospect, wasn't even really a captor anymore given the fact that Roxas wouldn't leave him…ever.

"I'm sorry, baby." He leaned down and pressed several gentle kisses on the top of Roxas's head and his forehead, the grin fading into a contented smile. "What can I do to make you feel better?"

"Mm…" Roxas thought for a second, smiling. "Tell me a story. Right after you pull the blankets up because I'm starting to get cold regardless of how warm you are."

Axel kicked the blankets up and grabbed them as they floated lazily through the air, pulled them up to Roxas's chin (which was only about halfway up his own chest) and smiled as his blonde (yes, his blonde) made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat. "What kind of story?"

"Tell me about you."

"Where should I start?"

Roxas shrugged. "From the beginning."

--

"I was born in Miami in 1989. I have a twin, as you already know, a younger sister, two younger half-brothers, and another younger half-sister. And we all have red hair." Axel stopped and chuckled, shook his head.

"Anyway. My mom was kind of a slut. I mean…she was married to my dad for like, a really long time. They divorced when I was ten, my sister seven. That really tore her apart, considering my dad was the one who asked for it. I think it probably had something to do with her drug habit. She was definitely using before the divorce, but we only found out until after the divorce. It's weird, actually. It seemed like after we found out I could always smell the smoke of her crack pipe on her, but before I couldn't. Maybe it was just psychological or something.

"Due to her addiction, she couldn't hold a solid job. We ended up having to move out of our house (my dad had moved in with his mistress-gone-fiancée just after the divorce settled) and into a really nasty part of the city. That was where my mom met this guy named Jonathan…never really knew his last name.

"Out of that relationship came my first half-brother. Naturally, being a pimp or a dealer or something along those lines, Jon didn't want to have to take care of any damn kid. I guess my mom didn't tell him about us. Meaning Reno, my sister and I, of course."

"What's your sister's name?" Roxas interrupted quickly, snapping out of his focus for just a moment to ask his question.

"Katrina. Kind of ironic, when you think about it. We ended up moving to New Orleans…but I'll get to that later.

"Anyway, after Jon broke up with her, my mom started beating up on us all really bad. Even Jon Jr. when he got older, because she thought he was the reason her pimp dealer boyfriend left her. One way or the other, though, we ended up moving again.

"Now, I know you've probably never been to Miami, but just so you know, a small, dingy, three-room apartment is hardly the place to raise four kids while you're selling your body for sex trying to make money. And she wasn't even doing it for a good cause; it was just to fuel her crack habit. I honestly can't count the number of times we had to eat the left-overs from the shitty restaurants near our place.

"Relationship number three gave us Sam. Sadly for Sammy boy, my mom didn't think there was anything wrong with smoking and drinking and doing crack throughout the course of the pregnancy. You're a smart kid, so you can probably imagine--"

"Yeah, I got the picture." Roxas had squeezed his eyes shut tightly and had buried his face against Axel's shoulder. "Moving on."

"Right. Well, that really pissed my mom off. She ended up selling him to some ridiculously wealthy Catholic couple who "believed in his cause" or whatever. Naturally, she spend almost all of her money on crack and some other drugs, considering that she was broadening her horizons."

"Most of her money?"

"Yeah, Reno stole some from her so that like, God forbid, she might actually feed her kids once and a while. But moving on…" Axel sighed and took a deep breath, stroking Roxas's spine, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Relationship number four was with a Mr. Andreas Russo. He was a wealthy businessman, married, and had three kids of his own. The only reason he slept with my mom was because she was a pretty redhead (the drugs hadn't messed up her looks. Yet, anyway) and his wife was always out of town with book-signings or something like that. He paid for our rent, fed my mom's drug habit, fed the kids real food, and, surprise, managed to knock her up yet again.

"After about six months of the affair having gone on, Andreas figured out that my mom's kind of a back-stabbing con artist bitch who just uses people, and he broke it off with her. She was really pissed off because he had done such a nice job of providing her with crack, so she harassed him non-stop. She threatened to tell his wife and everything, and he didn't budge. She even took his last name and made us do the same and then camped out in their front lawn, screaming about how he belonged to her and he always would or some shit like that.

"Make a long story short, he ended up filing a restraining order against her. She violated it, naturally, and was arrested. Of course, during the arraignment process or somewhere in that general time frame, her drug habit was discovered and she was charged for that as well.

"The state wanted to throw my brothers and my sisters and me into foster care, but of course, being the oldest, I couldn't let that happen."

"I thought you have a twin." Roxas muttered, giving Axel a flat, 'you-should-know-that' look.

"I was born first." Axel replied. He smirked and kissed Roxas on the top of the head, continuing. "I moved us from Miami to New Orleans not very long ago…I was fifteen, so…six years ago? When we got there, just to play it safe, I faked my age, telling the people there that I lost my birth certificate in a hurricane in Florida. They let me fill out a new one and gave me an application for a driver's license and everything. It was then that I took the opportunity to change my name."

"Whoa. Slow down." Roxas held a hand up and propped himself up on an elbow, eyes wide. "You mean your name hasn't always been Axel?"

"No, but Roxy, everyone--"

"No. Don't do that." Roxas closed his eyes and sighed before opening them again. "Axel, or whoever you are, why do you do this to me? Do you realize how stressful it is?"

"Don't say whoever you are." The redhead frowned and pushed Roxas down a little roughly, trapping the blonde in the circle of his arms with a tight, backbreaking hug. "I'm Axel. I always have been, and I always will be. End of story."

"Well then what was your name?" Roxas asked. "And I really hope the story isn't over just when it gets to the interesting part."

"Roxas, it's embarrassing." Axel tried smothering Roxas with another kiss, but Roxas would be having none of that.

"I don't care. I want to know."

"I don't want to tell you."

Roxas sighed, wormed his way out of the hug a little bit, and placed both of his hands on either side of Axel's face. "Love. You know that I won't care one way or the other. I mean, regardless of what your name is, you're still the person I've been sleeping with for the last two years. Don't worry."

Axel sighed and fixed Roxas with a leveling stare. "Promise you won't laugh?"

"Would I ever?"

Axel hesitated for a second, bit his lip, and sighed in defeat. "It's…Lea."

Roxas snorted, and the moment he did Axel groaned and looked away from him. The blonde immediately threw a hand up to his mouth to try to kill the giggles that were bubbling up inside of him, but it couldn't be helped. "I'm sorry!"

"I knew it! I knew you would laugh at me!" Axel feigned crying, and that must have had some sort of detrimental affect of Roxas because immediately he stopped and began kissing Axel's neck and chest relentlessly. He was still grinning, but his kisses and touches were apologetic.

"I'm sorry. I know it's not your fault. Your mom was probably high when she named you anyway."

"Wow, Rox. That makes me feel really good about myself."

Roxas sighed and turned Axel's head to face him, and once he had the redhead's gaze locked with his own, he trapped Axel in a deep kiss. Even if Axel had wanted to escape, which he didn't, it was impossible; Roxas's tongue silenced any chance he might've had at verbal protest almost immediately.

"Tell me the rest of the story, starting from just before you decided to kidnap me." He mumbled. Of course, his tongue was still inside Axel's mouth, so it sounded like tewmevurethtufvuthtowy and so on and so forth.

Axel pouted and moved to press his lips against Roxas's again, but the teen pulled away teasingly before Axel had a chance to salvage the kiss. "Please." He added, smiling wryly.

"Roxy, you're being a tease."

"So are you. Tell me the rest of the story."

"If I do, will you sleep with me when it's over?"

"That depends on how much I like the ending."

Axel sighed and laid back down (he had propped himself up on his elbows in an attempt to keep Roxas's lips locked with his) closed his eyes. "Well, I was enrolled in college when Reno came to me."

"What college?"

"William and Mary."

"Alright. Keep going."

"Well, Reno came to me. Apparently he was in some deep shit with my mom's old dealer. Reno owed him some money, because my brother started using when my mom's stash was left neglected and, and he needed to pay this guy off.

"I told him that I wasn't going to give him any money, because I didn't have any money to give. He shared with me that it wasn't his plan to ask me for any money." Axel sighed, shook his head. "He said that he wanted to kidnap this rich kid who lived in L.A."

"That would be me."

"Correct. He already had all of the information and everything. Pictures of you, where you went to school, who your friends were, who your parents were, where you lived…" He trailed off, still shaking his head, then continued with another sigh. "He sent all of this stuff to me, and told me that all I would have to do was once my finals were over, just nab you, bring you to a motel, and he would do the rest. He promised that all of my student loans could be paid off with the ransom they were going to ask for. That he would never ask me for this kind of favor again."

"But…"

Axel smiled. "I'm pretty sure you know the 'but,' Roxy. I studied the information and the pictures and everything, figured out that you were into cars, rented that Chevy, and followed you home one day from school. The rest was the easy part…you're so goddamn gullible. It's adorable."

Roxas scoffed, but Axel paid him no mind. "When I got you to the motel that Reno had suggested, I was already in a bad mood. I had studied the stereotypes of kidnappers in school and read about them in the library, and I have to admit, I played the part perfectly."

"You did."

"Why thank-you, baby." Axel chuckled and kissed the top of Roxas's forehead, continuing. "When Reno called me and told me that he was bailing on me, though, I was really pissed off. I couldn't abandon the idea you'd already have of me in your mind, or the persona I'd developed. I didn't…"

He stopped and sighed. "Roxas, you have to understand, at first, I didn't want to do those things to you, but after a while I just lost myself in the role. One thing led to another, and…well…here we are."

Roxas was leaning on his hand when Axel finished, his mouth open, completely engrossed in the story. "Wow. So I mean like…you weren't a bad person?"

"I like to think I was a good person originally, yes." Axel laughed and turned his gaze back on Roxas. "Of course, that changed."

Roxas blinked and brought his hand up, gently stroking Axel's cheek. "You poor thing. You were completely drawn into this by practically no will of your own."

"Pretty much, yeah." Axel paused, reflecting, then drew in a loud breath and clapped his hands together. "Well, it is what it is. Did you like the ending?"

The blonde blinked and grinned, nodding. "Yeah, I liked the ending, you big pervert."

"I'm ready to claim my prize!" Axel growled playfully and rolled over on top of Roxas, the blonde giggling the entire time.

--

During the entire, amazing experience that Roxas provided him with, Axel vividly remembered only a few things. First of all, the blonde had wanted to top. He said that since Axel had told such an amazing story, he deserved to relax and enjoy; not work terribly hard to Roxas.

Of course, Axel was the one who penetrated. Roxas couldn't bear the thought of penetrating, so instead he just rode Axel's hips into Nirvana, taking his redhead with him for the ride (pun intended).

A few things that Axel did remember were these; at first, when Roxas began, not being able to tell whether his lover was experiencing pleasure or pain based on the sounds he was making. He remembered thinking that for such a young kid Roxas had a pretty kinky sense of pleasure.

There were, however, four things that really stuck out in his mind; two during and two after. First, he vividly remembered that the first time Roxas came (because Axel thought that he had climaxed about three times before Axel finally joined him in Heaven) he was so damn quiet. The kid had let out a long breath, ecstasy written all over his face, not faltering for one second in his pleasuring Axel.

The second thing was exactly when he figured out that Roxas was feeling pleasure, not pain. He had tossed his head back, his back arching into nothing, his long nails digging into the flesh at Axel's hips. And it had felt very, very good in so many ways.

The third, post-event was Roxas, still sitting on top of Axel, shaky fingers fumbling with the buckles on the collar that was attacked to the leash Demyx had left behind. Axel had reached up to help Roxas with it, not even remembering the blonde putting it on, and noticed the red ring around his hand where the leather had been wrapped so tightly it left a mark.

The last thing he remembered, post-lovemaking, was Roxas crawling slowly up the length of Axel's body, his soft lips placing gentle kisses along nearly every inch of exposed skin, finally ending at the nape of his neck. He remembered Roxas hugging himself against the redhead's body, lips at the shell of his ear. Roxas whispering, 'I love you, Axel. I love you more than anything else in the world.' He remembered wrapping his arms around Roxas, holding him closer that he'd ever held him before, whispering 'I love you too.' just before he fell asleep.

A/N: I have no idea how this chapter is so long. xDDD It's so weird. I mean, I started writing it, and I was just like...'Pfft. Short.' and...yeah. xP Sorry I made you guise wait for this, though. I mean, I think this is the longest it's taken me to update this story in the history of ever. O.O I was like. Damn. AND I'LL TELL YOU WHY IN A--NOW.
This is. The LAST fluffy chapter! D8 There are going to be three more, and they're going to be really really sad. :( But then the epilogue will happen and it'll be okay. ^-^ The epilogue is going to be so damn cute. But but but but but I really don't want to have sad chapters to get there but they just HAVE to be there.
Now, guise, I just have to say this; this story has made it really far, and for those of you who're still with me, you've had to endure poor Roxy's sadness and pain and violation and beatings and it was just terrible for the longest time. Officially, there are only three chapters left. Please don't bail on me now. D; That would make me so sad. I mean, I know the chapters coming up aren't going to be terribly enjoyable, but once we reach the very, very end you'll be glad that you kept reading. I promise.

~Sara