Title: Collecting the Stars

Genre: Romance/Drama

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I no own

Note: This fic is AU, has slight OOC, and contains Yaoi. You have been warned.

Summary: [AU. Yaoi] – I'm Roxas, 16 and recently forced to live with my estranged father, whom I've never met. I'm stuck in a town where all they do is drugs, sex, and wild parties. And the only person who helps me keep what little sanity I have left is an eccentric red head who sneaks in through my window.

Thank You Le Tenn for being my beta!

Also, thank you Capeircorn, for that certain line that occurs between Zexion and Demyx in this chapter. Now you can't sue me XD

"Blah" means talking

"Blah" means phone conversations

Blah means thoughts

Chapter 6: Love Games

Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick

I wanna kiss you
But if I do then I might miss you, babe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy Cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
A love game, a love game

Sora was at Nam's for one of her many wild parties; I was tired of going to parties three times a week. And what's more, I had yet to face Naminé, I didn't want to. Everything just felt so damn, superficial; I was kind of starting to hate it.

So, instead of partying with the usual crowd, I made my way over to Phil's Pizza Place and took a seat in the booth that we had occupied last time we came here. It was pretty crowded with college kids and young couples. Not surprising since it was a Friday night.

Demyx slid across from me, wearing street clothes and a bright smile, "hey Rox, I'm surprised you're not at Nam's party."

I shrugged, "didn't really feel like it."

The waiter came up to our table, and I was a little surprised to see that it was Zexion, "what can I get you to drink?" he asked, acting as if he didn't know us.

"Hey sexy Zexy," Demyx winked playfully, "I'd like a beer. And for my underage friend here, he'd like a coke."

Zexion rolled his eyes and then looked at me, "you want a coke?"

I shrugged, "sure."

Once Zexion left to get our beverages, Demyx turned his curious blue eyes to me, "so, what's going on between you and Axel?"

The question caught me off guard, and it must have shown on my face because he just snickered and shook his head.

"Axel's my best friend; I know when something's wrong with him dude. And I know for a fact that there's something going on between you two." He gave me an insightful look, as if searching for the answers that he wanted.

"Well, nothing's going on between us. Axel's been avoiding me like the plague and at the moment I really don't want anything to do with him," I glared down at the table's glossy top. I felt like such a pansy, like such a damn dramatic teenage girl.

Zexion chose that moment to come back with our drinks, "you guys ready to order?"

"Hey, Zexy, I think I now know why Axel's been avoiding Rox here," Demyx sounded excited, as if about to share some great secret.

"Why's that?" Zexion asked, not seeming the least bit interested.

"Because he's deeply in love with him and wants to have his babies!" Demyx grinned, proud of himself, and I nearly choked on my drink.

"Excuse me?" I asked, but was ignored.

"Of course," Zexion said in a monotone voice, "that's the only logical excuse."

I rolled my eyes, "I want a slice of pineapple pizza," I ordered, watching as Zexion wrote it down. Demyx ordered some stuffed shells.

"So the question is," Demyx began again once his friend was gone, "do you feel the same way?"

"What I felt was nothing more than infatuation. We don't know each other well enough for it to be called 'love,' it's just attraction." I glared at him.

"So have some butt sex and get it over with. Maybe you two can try having a relationship or something," Demyx nodded to himself, as if it all made perfect sense.

"Right, because him being about five years older than me is no big deal," I turned to look at the other patrons. Praying that none of them were listening on our conversation, which would be embarrassing.

Demyx shrugged, "age ain't nothing but a number."

"Yeah, until you're arrested and put in prison for statutory rape, then it's a big deal," I crossed my arms.

"Then don't get caught if you don't want that to happen," he frowned at me, head tilted to the side, "go over to his house right now and straighten out whatever the Hell is going on between the two of you. I'm tired of seeing him all depressed. He's no fun that way, dude."

"I'm not going to his house," I stated simply.

"Uh, yeah, you are," Demyx nodded, as if he were right, "no one else is there. Just him; and he's probably just sitting on his ass watching TV. So you're going over there, like, now."

It was then that I realized that this was all a setup. Zexion hadn't come back with our food because this was all preplanned.

I glared my worst glare at Demyx, "this is unbelievable," I stood up and frowned down at Demyx.

He waved me off, "I'll pay for your drinkage and stuff, just go."

With one last heated glare I stomped out of the pizzeria, but on the inside my heart was beating a mile a minute.

The flower shop was eerie in the dark, but I rang the doorbell to the side entrance, despite how creepy this part of town looked at night. After a few minutes of waiting, the window above opened and a spiky head popped out.

"Roxas?" he asked in disbelief.

"Let me up," I practically commanded; there was no questioning tone in my voice, and I knew for a fact that he knew that too.

The window slammed shut, and for a moment I thought that he was just going to leave me out here in the darkness. But after a few more minutes the front door opened, "what the hell are you doing here?" he asked, green eyes narrowed.

I held my head up high and stared him down, "I'm here to talk."

He leaned against the doorjamb, "you just don't know when to give up, do you?"

Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood up perfectly straight, "are you going to let me in or not?"

He stared at me for a little while, before nodding his head and leading me into his home.

We stood in the dark living room; the only sound was coming from the TV which was playing reruns of Family Guy.

"So, what do you want?" he asked, flopping down on the couch comfortably.

I stared at him before taking in a deep breath and straddling him.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Axel cried out in surprise, eyes going as wide as possible, but he made no attempt to move me.

"I want us to talk; I'm tired of whatever it is that's going on with us. Whatever the hell it is. I know for a fact that you feel it too. So here I am, offering myself, please tell me you'll take me," I stared him in the eyes, the only light in the room was from the television.

"I don't think you know what you're asking for," he sighed, and I could feel his hot breath on my cheek.

"Why do you think that?" I asked, a little confused.

"Because it's WRONG Roxas, you're my kid sister's friend for fuck's sake. You're just a baby! I'm too old for you, and you're too young for me," he stated calmly.

So Axel was thinking the exactly same things that I had been. Age was a tricky thing indeed.

"God, we're both stupid," I let a grin form on my face, "I mean, to put it bluntly, I want you. And it's now pretty damn obvious that you want me. Don't worry about our age gap, at least not for tonight. Please."

"No one else would see it as us just having… something, for each other. You being sixteen and my not being sixteen would be a big deal, dude," Axel stated, hands squeezing my hips.

I sighed, "Axel, just for tonight. Just for tonight, please, just forget about that stupid shit." I leaned forward so that our foreheads were touching.

He stared at me for a while, it was unnerving. It was like he was searching for an answer, but I wasn't sure the question.

"Fine," he finally whispered before crashing his mouth on mine.

Now, I've been kissed before. All of those kisses paled in comparison to this one. I couldn't explain it right even if I wanted to, but it felt as if fireworks exploded throughout my body… in a good way.

Our kiss deepened, and I couldn't help but moan into it, this was what I had wanted to do since we first met two months ago. I gripped the collar of his shirt, trying to pull us closer together, his fingers dug into my waist, I could his feel his blunt nails leaving marks through the material of my shirt.

I felt as if I were high on life. My skull was empty, leaving me light-headed, my body was reacting without my control, and my mouth was letting words tumble out without my meaning it to.

I vaguely recall getting off of the couch and being led to his bedroom, where he closed and locked the door. I was almost shoved onto his bed, and was ravaged in more bruising kisses. My neck was bitten roughly, and his warm, calloused, hands were everywhere.

Our clothes were removed in frenzy. His mouth moved from mine down my throat, collar, chest, and lower. Dangerously lower.

"Fuck," I hissed.

It felt really fucking good.

I held onto his sheets for dear life, biting my bottom lip almost painfully. It was a little awkward, and a little painful.

The house was so quiet that I could hear every single noise that was made between us, and it only added to the heat, the friction, and the waves of pleasure.

Even though I had just given my virginity to Naminé almost two weeks ago, what had happened between she and I was nothing compared to what was going to happen between Axel and I.

I clawed at him; my mind in a haze, my eyes half-lidded, and my nerves tingled with hot white pleasure-pain. He was relentless; the night went by too quickly, causing us to break dawn easily.

They say that the morning after is usually supposed to be awkward.

I woke up to the sound of Olette banging on the bedroom door, "wake up you lazy ass! You're gonna be late for work!"

"I'm up! Go away!" was the grouchy reply of the lump next to me.

I sat up and glanced around the room. With the exception of the clothes that were practically ripped off the night before, it was still pretty organized. I looked down at the messy red hair that was attached to a pale neck, and broad freckled shoulders. His face was in his pillow.

"Maybe you should get up. Wouldn't want you to be late for work," I stated, trying to ignore the fact that we were both nude with only a thin sheet covering us.

"I'm waiting for her to go back downstairs so that you can sneak out," Axel answered with a sigh.

I nodded before realizing that he couldn't see me, "sounds like a plan. Mind if I used your bathroom first?"

Axel took a quick shower while I finger-brushed my teeth and tried to make myself look semi-decent in the night before's rumpled clothing and bed head.

My cell had informed me that I had twelve missed events. One call from Cloud, and eleven from Sora. My twin was going to murder me, but the extra trouble I knew I was in was worth it, if only to see Axel in his work uniform. Apparently he worked for his dad in an auto shop. The fact that he was a grease monkey was honestly a turn on.

Axel walked me down through the front entrance of his home.

"We're still friends, right?" he asked cautiously, leaning against the doorjamb.

I nodded, "we'll always be what we were."

To that he nodded then leaned forward and gave me a sweet goodbye kiss.

Sora sat outside of my bedroom window, waiting impatiently for me.

"Where the fuck were you last night?! And don't you dare lie to me! I covered for you and told Cloud that we both spent the night at Nam's, so start talking!" He glared at me heatedly.

"I'll tell you as soon as we're inside," I said while opening the window. It was just pasts noon, so there was no one home other than the two of us. I really needed to ask Cloud for a copy of the key for the front door.

As soon as the window was shut and locked he turned to face me, "spill!"

I started taking off my shoes, "I was with Axel last night." I didn't need to look up to know that Sora's face was full of surprise.

"All night?" He asked quietly.

"Yes," I took off my socks.

"Did you use a condom?"

"Yes! Jesus!" My face flushed with embarrassment.

"Is this gonna be a regular thing for you?" Sora asked, concern lacing his voice, "I mean don't get me wrong, I like Axel, I'm just worried 'cause he's so much older than you."

I gave Sora a warm smile, "don't worry so much, I know what I'm doing."

Although, deep down I knew otherwise and was hoping that everything would turn out alright in the end.

So life went back to how it was before. I hung out with Hayner, Pence, and Olette most days. Sora preferred to spend time with Naminé, but whenever we all managed to chill it was usually at Olette's house. Sometimes Axel wasn't there, but most times he was. And I would act as if nothing happened between us.

"So Nam, are we cool?" I asked while we all sat in Nam's living room having a Brawl tournament between the group of us. Demyx, Zexion, and Axel were playing as well, but no one was paying Naminé or me any attention.

She gave me a small smile and nodded, "of course. I never thought otherwise."

Just like that it was fixed between us. The awkwardness was lifted and we were buddies again.

A few days later I was told that Olette was going to sleep over at Nam's house while Zack and Aerith left town for a few days.

Axel grinned down at me from his perch at his kitchen window when I rang the doorbell. I was let up with no argument.

We nearly lunged at each other as soon as I reached the top of the stairs, mouths pressed in heated kisses. I'm not sure how we managed to maneuver to Axel's bedroom without breaking apart, but we did it. He easily tugged my shirt up and off my body, and I did the same to him. We took off our jeans in a needy hurry.

I fell back onto the mattress as he crawled on top of me, kissing my neck and biting my shoulders while his hips gyrated against mine. Our tongues fought against each other violently as he lowered my boxers. I mimicked his actions by doing the same to him.

He broke away from me and moved to pick up something from the window ledge, and made me place my knees on top of his shoulders. I covered my face, embarrassment radiating off of me.

"Relax," he said soothingly, kissing my thigh while entering me with one lubed up finger.

Even though we did this less than a week ago, it still burned. It was still awkward, and slightly painful, and an awful sensation. But I did as I was told; I relaxed as best as one could in this predicament. After a while he entered me, and I ground my teeth, squeezing my eyes in pain.

Axel paused and kissed my face, he was pretty patient. I let out a breath that I hadn't even realized I was holding and he began to move. I endured, hoping that the pleasure would appear like last time, and it did. As soon as Axel repositioned my hips I felt him rub against that spot.

"God, yes," I moaned, hips trying to move with his, but he was having none of it, and held me down firmly.

He continued like this for what seemed like an eternity, my nerves fluttering with pleasure. Then Axel reached for me and began to stroke me in time, moving faster, harder, and deeper. To my shame and embarrassment, it was the hardest that I ever came in my entire life. And that was only the first time that night, the first of many.

I had to be out of Axel's house before Olette got home at around three in the afternoon. Unfortunately neither of us woke up until about two-thirty.

I had just jumped out of the shower and was managing to pull my boxers up when Axel's bedroom door slammed open.

"Wake up you lazy—" Olette's words died in her throat as she stared at me in shock. I was freshly showered; Axel had just jumped into the running water. The room smelled like stale sex, the window was wide open to air it out; the sheets were taken off of the bed and balled up in a corner of the room, ready for washing.

"What the fuck is this!?" Olette screeched.

"Oh shit," I whispered to myself and hurriedly pulled up my jeans and stuffed my feet into my shoes, forgoing socks. Tossing my shirt over and onto my body I pushed past Olette, using more force then I should have.

"Where the fuck are you going?!" she demanded, but this time the noise had made Axel turn off the water and I knew that he was waiting for her to calm down before stepping out of the bathroom.

"I'm going home, Olette," I stated simply, making my way down the hallway towards the home's main entrance and practically throwing myself down the stairs and out the building.

Maybe I shouldn't have left like that. I should have stayed and helped explain things with Axel try to salvage my relationship with Olette and made her promise not to blab to anyone. I should've done a lot of things. Instead I found myself running all the way home, pulling up the window and tumbling in before closing and locking it.

Sora looked up from his perch on my bed, a book forgotten on his lap, "what's up?"

I shook my head, out of breath.

He shrugged, "Kairi called, she's going to be coming by tomorrow. To take me home."

I stared at my twin for a moment or two, before promptly passing out due to the lack of oxygen my brain was receiving.

TBC

ECK: Let it be known that I don't support minors dating adults. I think if you're 21 then you should stick to adults around your age. Same goes to teenagers! If you're under 18 then stick to kids your age. I mean, sure, love has no age, but I still can't say I agree with kids dating adults. Even if the kids are mature and the adults immature. Ugh, I wish I can explain better!

Also, since I'm on vacation at the moment, I won't be able to work on chapter 7 for a while. It'd be great if people can give suggestions as to what I should write. Keep in mind that Kairi's going to be in it. I'll give the person/people who inspire me credit too! Yeah…I'm uninspired, makes me sad lol.

Anyways, knowing people read this keeps me alive. So please, review! Flames are always welcome.