Chap VI (two 1/2 stars three being the highest!)

Now this question is growing more and more complex...Is it humanly possible for a heartless being to love another? It can already me stated that the Heartless could never love. They have no need for such a feeling. All they care about are hearts. Yet, Nobodies are the same, sharing that exact obsession with the beating of a heart. Why does passion and lust have to exist? Picturing a universe without these traits already seems tragic. The Keyblade...this unusual weapon wields immense power, enough to defeat Heartless, enough to defeat Nobodies. If passion were never to be born into the worlds, what would the Keyblade's chosen ones be? Nothing would be safe anymore.

It was that feeling again, the feeling of being afraid. He hated it beyond reason. What was there to like about it anyway? It only prevented people from getting from point A to point B. He could have been back on that roof again, training by himself like he wanted without any interruptions. Instead, he had to be afraid and end up somewhere he didn't want to be. Did he like the fact that he had been falling? He admitted: he did but he didn't love it; just liked it. It pulled him into an alternate reality where he could be separated from the fighting, the anger, the wounds, the dreaming. All those things, he truly feared.

Roxas awoke to a cold touch against his neck. He fluttered his eyes open and stared absently into the black sky above him. He tried to remember what had happened to him but a sharp pain at the back of his head forced him to stop trying. Above him, he could see dull colors of the street lights surrounding his body. He could hear them laughing at him and his pain. He could already imagine those unknown shadows staring at him through their piercing yellow eyes with pleasure. He hadn't realized he was crying until the lights became distorted and blurred his sight. Carefully he sat up and vigorously wiped his face, still hearing those annoying little laughs in his head.

"Stop it!" He yelled into the dark and pounded the asphalt beside him with his fist.

It was silent again, at least for a moment before a familiar voice sounded at Roxas' back.

"Roxas," It said firmly.

Roxas lowered his head and shut his eyes, refusing to turn around. "Axel," He replied, keeping his fist closed on the wet, black pavement.

"What in the hell were you thinking up there?" Axel asked hotly.

"Ch, all I was doing was training just like you told me to!"

"But you were fraternizing with Xigbar! I told you that if you run in with one of them, to battle 'em regardless of how they socialize with you!"

"Hey, he looked fine at first!"

"Yeah! At first! Then what'd you figure out? Damn it, Roxas! He had those weapons out and ready! Why else would he carry them when talking to you? Just for fun? Think again!"

"Axel, you're being stupid! I can take care of myself!"

"No! You can't! That's why I have to be around to save you!"

"NO! You don't have to be around me!" Roxas snapped and finally turned around, his sapphire eyes burning immensely with anger.

"You barely know Xigbar and yet you trusted everything he was saying, didn't you!"

"And what if I did? He sounds more rational than you!"

"He's the one that traps people! Don't let him confuse you with those shitty stories! You let him get to know you better and he'll find your weakness and destroy it! That's why..." Axel froze and shook his head, ending his sentence there.

"I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!" Roxas bolted from the ground, his raised voice echoing off into the city for anymore of those Nobodies to hear. "YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE AROUND ME! I DON'T WANT YOU TO BE!"

"What? Roxas...!" Axel whispered, sounding a bit taken aback. He straightened and his eyes suddenly softened.

"JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME! YOU'RE JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHERS! I'M NO ONE'S PROPERTY! I...I...GAH!" Feeling warm tears forming in his eyes, Roxas shut them again and spun around, sprinting off in the opposite direction with his dark cloak flowing behind. He kept his hands tightened and his teeth clenched as he ran with his head facing the ground. He blocked out the sound of his name being called from far behind him and continued to run, feeling the sharp wind slice past his cheeks. He wanted to be alone. He needed to be alone. He didn't want to be...Nobody. By the time he reached the end of the road, the darkness had taken him into its cold embrace.

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"Work! Come on, work already!" Roxas growled to himself and kicked the wall in front of him with his foot. "Why won't you work?" Just when he thought he had mastered transporting, he was beginning to fail. Now he was appearing in all the wrong places, making wrongs rather than rights. With another frustrated yell, he thrust his fist into the dark brick wall and gave up. His mind was too cluttered to be able to think of a place to escape to. He didn't understand why things were what they were or why they weren't. Why was he so lost amongst people like him? He didn't want to be afraid anymore. He didn't want to run from the darkness or shudder at the presence of light. He wanted to be able to feel that beating in his chest again...that warmth that he recalled telling Xemnas about seemed so amazing now that he thought about it. Why couldn't he have it now? Replace his pain...replace his anger and hatred.

He sniffed once and slipped his arm under his forehead while he listened to the roar of distant thunder. Thunder? Quickly, he turned his attention to the sky and his eyes followed large grey clouds as they rolled into the city, bright strikes of lightning accompanying them. A single drip of rain against his face slowly transformed into several more.

"Great...just great..." Roxas grumbled, settling himself in a growing puddle. He pulled his legs closer to him and hugged them tightly, trying to release some of his tension. It wasn't working. Sitting under the cold downpour only added to the stress. With a long sigh, Roxas lowered his head and buried his face in his already soaked black pants. He felt the iciness of the rain slide down his neck and through his dark clothing. Something about the rain weakened him and made him want to slip into a state of unconsciousness. He wanted to stay where he was for the rest of his life where no one would find him and no one would attempt to destroy him or try and mess up his brain. He would make a living out of counting the raindrops and the ripples they created as they hit the surface of his little puddle. It would just be him, the rain, and the darkness that would forever embrace him. He sniffled again and felt a single warm tear slip down his chin.

"I...miss him..." He said weakly. When he mentioned 'him' he heard two splashes ahead of him and hesitantly looked up from his knees. A few feet from him was another dark cloaked figure with its hood pulled tightly over its face. He watched in awe at the droplets as they hit the figure's drenched body and as the faint wind blew their cloak slightly to one side. It stood perfectly still and straight, seemingly staring with great interest at Roxas' soaked self as he sat shivering in the downpour. Roxas stared back into the nothingness of the figure's hood with his curious azure eyes. He kept his arms crossed over his legs and watched the unknown person walk toward him through the silver shower. When they had stopped close enough to touch him, Roxas glanced up at them then at the gloved hand that they held out before him.

"You're another one of them..." He whispered, staring into its palm.

It remained silent and kept still, still offering its hand to him. Nervously, Roxas slipped his own hand into it and felt its grip tighten on his wrist. That hold on him...so familiar. His eyes beamed up at the hidden face when he whispered, "Axel..."

The body spoke not a word and pulled Roxas up from the ground, taking a single step backward with its hand still wrapped around Roxas' wrist. It turned its hooded face away, as if in shame, and tried to take interest in something that wasn't there.

"Axel..." Roxas repeated, reaching for the person's hood with both hands after their hold on him slipped away. "I know it's you..." The fact that he had to stand on tiptoe just to reach only supported his assumption. The head turned back to face Roxas and when it did, he grabbed the wet hood and slowly pulled it down, hearing the soft tinkle of the silver chains amongst the trickling rain. His eyes met with that same fire red hair he had been longing to see. Now that the rain had been falling on Axel's face, that bright red began to darken into crimson. Roxas brought his hands back to his sides and his eyes moved across Axel's face longingly. For once, Axel seemed to have nothing to say.

"I...you came for me?" Roxas questioned, staring directly into Axel's eyes, something he thought he would never risk doing.

Axel averted his eyes and narrowed them, a look of humiliation written all over his face.

Roxas blinked once and brought his head down, thinking of what to say. What was he supposed to say? There was so much...maybe he could...just this once. Steadily, he moved his head closer to Axel's chest and rested it there. He brought his arms to his own chest and inhaled deeply, catching that scent of fire again. A few minutes past when Axel wrapped his own arms around Roxas: one atop his head and the other around the waist. He brought Roxas' head closer to him and finally spoke.

"To think...Xigbar nearly destroyed my weakness..."

Roxas' eyes widened and he thought back to what Axel had said earlier. Xigbar was known for finding someone's weakness as a way to destroy them. "Me? You're talking about me?"

He felt Axel nod and buried his face in his chest again, a smile curling his lips.

"You weren't injured from that fall. Luckily I was able to catch you before you hit the ground. At least you're..." He stopped and tightened his embrace.

"I'm what?" Roxas asked.

"You're ok, right?" Axel asked hastily.

"Axel," Roxas looked up at him, again staring into his teal eyes directly, "why don't you tell me what you're feeling?"

"Huh? What're you talking about?"

"I know you hide so many of your feelings to me."

"Roxas, a Nobody can't have feelings. You know that."

"No...we can. And we do. I cried, remember? You worried about me, I worried about you. Those right there are feelings."

Axel said nothing.

"Every time you try to say something, you stop yourself and make some excuse that you have to be somewhere else. Either that or you laugh about it. Axel, don't you trust me enough to tell me things?"

"I do trust you but...what's there to tell?"

"No, don't do that," Roxas said softly, laying his head against Axel's body again. "There's a lot I still don't know about you but, I want to know everything. Only you can help me accomplish that. Before you let me be by myself, at least tell me about whom you know you are."

"Roxas..."

"Promise me that."

"I..." Axel paused, thinking of whether to continue or not, and started again. "I don't want you to be afraid of me."

"Huh?"

"The moment I saw you, Roxas, you were that shivering little kid that wouldn't even show his face to me. But when you did, I still knew you were afraid. That time I did those things to you...I knew that I scared you. You proved me right when you said that I had scared you before. I don't want you to be...not me..."

Roxas understood...finally he understood Axel. "I don't want to be afraid of you...I don't want to hate you either. I just want...to be able to look at you and...and..."

"You're just afraid to love, right?"

"I'm not...!" Roxas quickly looked up again, suddenly feeling the coldness of the rain leave him when he stared up at Axel's face. His sentence trailed off so suddenly that he almost forgot that he had mentioned anything at all. He felt so loose again...

"Sure. You say that but look at you now," Axel's eyes softened again and narrowed just as they had done in Roxas' room.

"A-Axel..." Roxas drew in a sharp breath and shut his eyes, feeling weak in the knees. He felt the rain from Axel's face drip down his chest. He needed him so badly. "I'm sorry...this time, I really have to say I'm sorry. I don't want you to be away from me..."

"I know."

"I didn't mean it. I was just...mad. Not at you but I took it out on you. I shouldn't have..."

"Shh. I know. I used to be afraid like you when I realized I was a Nobody. I know," Axel paused, leaving the two in silence again.

"Don't run from me, Roxas," Axel whispered finally, bringing his face closer to Roxas.

"As long...as long as you don't run from me," Finally, Roxas felt Axel's lips meet his and not for a split second. At last he had him in a kiss. He felt Axel's fingers run through his drenched hair again and knew he would loosen up even quicker now. He felt his soft tongue brush against his lower lip and immediately he parted his lips for Axel to enter him. Over and over the two kept tongue twisted. He tasted better than Roxas thought he would. Something about the fact that they were making love felt forbidden. Roxas didn't know what this feeling meant. Was it wrong for two Nobodies like them to show heart like this? He didn't care. Nobody or not, if it was wrong, he didn't want to be right.

"Ro-x-as..." Axel hissed in between their kiss, forcing his body against his lover until they were up against a wall.

An exhilarated Roxas groaned the moment he hit the wall and instantly he arched his back as Axel's wet tongue trailed across his jaw. His scent was driving him insane. Was he really a friend? Friends wouldn't do such amazing things to you. Mouth to mouth, warm body pressed against him, it felt so good.

'My turn." Roxas thought eagerly, already grabbing hold of Axel's cloak zipper and dragging it down. Roxas' soft lips pressed affectionately against Axel's neck, licking away the cool drops of rain against his fair skin. He heard a light gasp escape Axel's throat and knew he was doing well for his first time. He laid his hands on Axel's shoulders, attempting to leave him half naked for his pleasure. The heat, the immense passion, the pleasing noises...

"Roxas..." Axel said suddenly, grabbing Roxas' hands while panting heavily.

Roxas paused and realized that he too had been nearly out of breath. "Why? What..."

"Shh," Axel placed a slender finger over Roxas' mouth and shook his head. "Don't say anything but, someone might be here."

Roxas lowered his hands from Axel's body and relaxed his back against the wall again. True; their moaning could probably be heard from the other side of city. If someone from the Organization saw them...Roxas nodded once and kept silent as Axel told him to do. But what good would any of their fun be without the extra effects?

"Let's get outta here. Just you and me. I know a place where we can go."

"Where?"

"Shh. Stay close to me and don't make a sound until I say so."

The blonde nodded and held on tightly to Axel's body, already so excited to leave. Those familiar black flames wrapped around him and his companion, shutting them in darkness and silencing the trickling of the dancing rain. Anywhere but here...so long as his weakness was by his side.

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Despite the cold embrace of the flames, Roxas' body felt amazingly hot. Not warm, hot. He no longer shivered; he no longer felt the longing of wanting to be alone. His arms wrapped possessively around his mentor's waist while a separate pair of arms held him tightly to his body. He could feel him breathing down his neck which sent bumps down his spine. What had he been thinking earlier? Had he even been thinking at all? Alone? He barely knew the word now. He barely knew any word at the time in darkness. Only one remained tattooed on his mind: Axel. Soon, he knew he would be screaming that name. Over and over he would scream it to the darkness, to the world. Now what was he thinking? He wasn't sure. As it felt, his feelings of passion were controlling his frail body while the unbearable heat drove him to the edge of his seat.

At last, Roxas' vision was restored and immediately his deep blue eyes shot through the darkness the two of them were surrounded in. A rush of deep amethyst fell to the ground, leaving only the shade of black in Roxas' eyes. He didn't want to let his lover go. Tightening his arms around that slim waist, Roxas stared up at Axel's eyes, the only feature he could distinguish on his face.

"Where are we?" Roxas asked innocently, the way his voice would normally be if he hadn't been so troubled in the past.

"Take a guess," Axel said with a light laugh that Roxas could feel.

Roxas' sense suddenly sharpened when he thought of their current location. Considering the darkness, he envisioned the way his room had been when he awoke on that soft bed. He smiled lightly when he thought of his bed but, knowing Axel's fiery personality, thought otherwise. He drew in a deep breath and captured that burning scent again, this time stronger than when he had sensed it before. Now he felt captive as if he was in a pure inferno. His smiled widened when he replied, "Your place."

"Hehe, you know me too well, Roxas. I'm impressed," Axel's sly voice rang in Roxas' ear, sending even more chills down his spine. He had to tighten his grip on his waist just to remain standing.

"Oh, god, just take me now!" Roxas exclaimed, attempting to get into that moment again. A lower part of his body suddenly became uncomfortable.

"Think of this as training, Roxas," Axel said somewhat evilly. Roxas felt his body slip away from his embrace and stared into the darkness in confusion. His arms fell to his sides and he continued to eye the shadows absently. That scent...it aroused his body so badly. Nervously, he turned and began to back away, suddenly feeling something from behind. A stiff surface came in contact with the back of Roxas' leg which gave him the thought that he had just found the bed.

"Training?" He asked after sometime, remaining stationary where he was.

Seconds passed; long, impatient seconds. Still, Roxas waited, keeping his eyes glued to the very darkness that resided in front of him...until...

A sudden force at his chest sent Roxas backward, returning him to that very sensation of falling. The only difference was, he didn't like it; he loved it. The cloud like cushion hugged around his body. At least he could trust things were going to be comfortable. His arms were now spread to the side, pinned down by Axel's obsessive grasp. His knees were bent with his feet laying flat on the bedding while between his parted legs was that body he so desperately wanted.

"Don't think of this as a sin. Think of it more as...well, advanced tutoring." Axel growled, staring down seductively at his captured prize. "You can learn a lot from this, Roxas. Might as well take note of it but..." He carefully lowered his head to Roxas' ear and spoke again, keeping his voice down to a whisper. "Keep it as our dirty little secret."

Roxas didn't bother to answer. His bright eyes followed Axel's as they came closer to his face. Closer...closer...now. He felt that warm tongue against the front of his neck again, inching slowly toward his chin. Roxas' eyes narrowed when he made more room for Axel to move by arching his head backward. Both still wet with rain suddenly felt water form into steam.

"Nnh..." Roxas groaned, feeling Axel's hand brush against the side of his left leg.

"I'm not stopping..." Axel whispered between his passionate kisses.

"I...no, go. I want this...!" Roxas growled through clenched teeth, feeling so helpless.

As Axel's mouth continued to trail Roxas' neck, Roxas felt his hand being laid atop his concealed area and he shot his eyes open. With his one free hand, he held the back of Axel's head and pushed him deeper into his neck. Roxas wanted his turn. His mind raced, his thoughts were obscured, his body felt as if he could do anything. Anything, everything! He wanted to show Axel he wasn't so innocent. He could feel sweat beginning to bead his forehead by the time Axel had covered his neck at least a dozen times. The red head pulled away, allowing Roxas to do as he pleased. Roxas' warm mouth locked with his companion's again, tasting him, trying his hardest to have that taste caught on his limp tongue. His hand shot for Axel's zipper again, dragging it down until it reached its end. Still locked, Axel and Roxas sat themselves on the sheets, tugging at each other's black uniform, touching each other's bare skin.

Still on his turn, Roxas pulled Axel's black undershirt up and over his head, leaving him half naked as he had wanted before. "He's mine." He whispered in his head, forcing his body on Axel, running his fingers against that hot skin, dragging his tongue along that strong chest. Axel drew in a sharp breath and pushed Roxas' head further into him. Nothing could stop him. He wasn't weak but here, making endless love to him was his very weakness. He tightened his grip on Roxas' bare shoulder and slowly moved Roxas on his back again, eying him with his penetrating gaze. Roxas found his turn rather pleasuring. It wasn't over...Axel's turn was now.

Axel's hand moved to Roxas' pants zipper, causing the blonde to recall the first time they had occupied a bed together. His breathing quickened when he felt his metal zipper slowly being pulled down, down, until he lay there, nothing but his boxers covering what was left on his body. He swallowed hard and felt Axel's bare hands touch the inside of his legs inching toward his stomach. Roxas felt rather sensitive when those smooth hands touched him in the middle and he shifted slightly. His sensitivity melted away when that familiar wetness came in contact around his bellybutton. The surprising softness of Axel's crimson hair against Roxas' body gave him that sense of comfort and heat. This feeling...this intense warmth...a heart.

"A-Axel..." Roxas whispered his name seductively and began to sit himself up again, taking the wheel. He tugged at Axel's zipper as well and soon, the two of them were nearly naked. All Roxas wanted was one hundred percent. Switching positions, Roxas was able to pin Axel now, intertwining their fingers when they entered each other's mouths.

"Ro-x-as..." Axel growled, his voice beginning to raise with pleasure.

"Scream it..." Roxas whispered, pulling away for only a split second.

"Ro-x-as..." His voice was rising slightly.

"Axel...!" Roxas exclaimed in a faintly raised voice, feeling his mentor's hands pulling at his boxers. He copied him, pulling them down until he had one hundred percent. Their clothes lay scattered on the ruffled bed, tossed unwanted to the ground. He forced his body atop Axel's, feeling each other's heat collide. Mouth to mouth, body to body...

"AXEL!" Roxas couldn't contain his voice any longer and screamed that name into the darkness.

"ROXAS!"

These two names...anyone who heard would instantly know they were together. The thoughts of the Organization, battles, anger, hatred, and Nobodies slipped away from Roxas' mind the moment he slipped into those vibrant eyes. He had never kissed...he had never revealed his body...he had never screamed anyone's name. Now, he had completed them; every single one. And, as he mentioned, it felt so right.

Exhausted, Roxas laid his body on the un-kept bed, panting and sweating like crazy. Axel: the same. His eyes narrowed tiredly, Roxas looked over at his lover and inched toward him, using the remaining bit of energy he had to lay his head against Axel's chest. He felt the coolness of a thin sheet being pulled over his naked body and relaxed himself, steadily feeling his mind slip into unconsciousness.

"You're mine," Axel whispered tiredly, cradling Roxas' head under his chin, feeling that soft blonde hair touch his skin.

Roxas shut his eyes and nodded once.

"No one in this Organization can change that...got it memorized?" His voice suddenly trailed off. They were now each other's prisoner to their 'hearts'.