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Chapter Six - Day Ten

I'll warn you now, there is some horrible Zexion and facerape in the chapter, if you don't like it. I warned you. :D And, yeah, Axel and Roxas use faces in their texts. Get over it. :D

Okay, so, I got a very amusing review. Lyena, you made me happy. I wish you had of signed in so that I could have told you that in 'person'. But, in her review, she said that I give the characters 'such life-like qualities and emotions.' XDDD They are people. Ahaha, What would I do, make them cardboard? Ahaha, I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be mean, it just made me laugh, very hard. :D Thank you so much, Lyena, for that review! This chapter goes out to you!

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Thursday September 17th

Day Ten - First period

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Roxas couldn't believe how much he missed the redhead. It was Thursday already and Axel hadn't been at school all week. Worrying for the redhead, Roxas had tried to find Demyx and ask him, but Zexion took up all of his time.

"Babe, head out of the clouds. You are beginning to get mopy and I do believe that it is rather addicting to watch that beautiful face of yours fall. It is far too distracting for my tastes, as I am trying to pay attention."

Confused, Roxas blushed, picking out the compliments and forcing the rest away. Zexion completely owned him and it pissed him off. It seemed that he couldn't live up to the elder's standards and Zexion shoved that in his face every time he could. His self-esteem took another hit and he almost let out a whimper - almost. There was no way he would be so weak. He had no reason to be. He was strong. What he needed to be strong against, however, completely went over his head.

"What was it that I just told you? You are being a distracting tease."

"I-I'm sorry, Zexion. I ... I didn't realize I was."

"Then you must pay closer attention, my little whore. Do not excite me during class. Or I may just have to punish you."

It took all of the will power he had not to begin to shake right there. But focusing on not shaking allowed the whimper to slip out of its cage. Zexion turned his head to glare at his love, causing Roxas' stomach to sink. He knew that look. It was never a good look.

"Hush, you slut. Wait until after class. I will attend to you then. In the meantime, distract yourself with something other than me."

A shaky nod was all it took for the slate-haired teen to turn back around in his seat. Roxas didn't know how much longer he would be able to live with this. He slammed his eyes shut, willing himself to calm down. A flash of crimson and his fingers twitched of their own accord. Axel said that he'd always be there to help. Maybe ... maybe he would calm him down? If he was even anywhere near his phone.

'Axe?'

He was shaking and almost dropped the phone to the ground when it vibrated a few minutes later.

Hey, lil' buddy. What's up?

'Where've you been?'

Home sick. Real bad cold, you know.

'Ugh, that fails. Feeling better yet?'

Yeah. Not enough to be at school yet, though.

'What type of cold is it? O.O'

Just a head-cold, babe. Don't worry. I'll be back by tomorrow. So, you didn't answer me. What's up? I don't get texts from you unless it's really important.

"What are you doing, Roxas?"

Cerulean orbs clamped shut at the hiss in Zexion's voice. Jealousy was evident as the slate-haired teen held out his hand for the phone. "I-I ... I was just ... talking to Axel."

"Axel? That creep you are trying to get away from? Give me your phone, Roxas."

"He isn't a creep." His voice was so pathetic. Zexion had him beat, wrapped around his finger. He hung his head and felt the slim bit of technology be ripped from his fingertips. The slight sound of keys being pressed resounded sharply in his ears over the heavy beating of his heart.

"Why did he call you 'babe', Roxas? Is there something going on behind my back?"

"Of course not! I am yours, Zexion! All yours!" He knew he was going to regret those words. He knew that Zexion would take them and use them to his fullest.

"All mine? It does not seem like that to me!"

"I-I promise, Zexion. I promise! I'm yours!"

"You shall prove this to me in a few hours, then, boy."

Roxas moaned. Zexion took it as a moan of pleasure at the thought, but it was a moan of fear and dread. "M-May I have my ph-phone back now?"

"I do not see why you would need it."

"So that I don't distract you anymore!"

Zexion contemplated this, huffed a single, short 'pah' of a laugh before tossing the phone back to the blonde who almost allowed the device to slip through his fingers. Just as he got it safely back in his grasp, it vibrated, letting him know that Axel had messaged him back.

What the fuck, Roxas?! Where do you come off saying shit like that?! What the hell are you trying to pull? Do you not even care about what happened this weekend? I thought that you were better than that!

Eyes wide, Roxas went to look at the damage Zexion had caused. 'I just wanted to let you know that I wish you would just die with that cold of yours! It would be so much easier if you did! Think of how much better my life would be without a creep like you lurking in the shadows!' Roxas was shaking even harder now. Tears had started in his eyes and he glared at the slate-haired teen that had gone back to staring uninterestedly at the teacher.

'Axel, that wasn't me. I swear to God, that wasn't me! I wouldn't say something like that! I swear!'

Who the fuck was it then, Roxas?

'It wasn't me! Zexion! He stole my phone! I swear! Do you believe me, Axel?!'

Roxas could barely see the letters on his phone. He wasn't thinking straight. He didn't realize what he had just said.

Heh, nice one. Think you can patch it up by mocking me, do you?

'What are you talking about?! What did I do wrong?!'

You used what I said this weekend against me, that's what. You think that you can take back what you said by blaming someone else and then mock me by being a no-good parrot?

'Axel ... Do you think I would be trying to take back what 'I' said if I had of said it? Do you think I would be spazzing so much?'

Good point. You swear to God that it was Zexion that put that and not you?

'Yes! I swear to God and whatever else you want me to swear to! I offered my room to you! You think I would tell you to go die if I offered you a place to live?'

Oh .... Right. ... I-I ... I should have thought about that. I guess I should apologize. But, what was Zexion doing with your phone?

'He wanted to know what I was doing and took my phone. He saw that you called me babe and got really mad.'

I'm sorry, Rox. I-I'll try not to jump to conclusions next time.

'And I'll keep him away from my phone.'

Thank you muchly, Rox. Are you okay, though? Nothing's wrong?

Was there something wrong? He was still sobbing lightly at the prospect of having Axel hate him and the punishment that was awaiting him. Should he tell the redhead? No ... There was no need to make him jealous. Or worried.

'I ... just needed someone to distract me so that I wouldn't be a distraction.'

Was I a good distraction? ;P

'Sick and still a creepy-stalker. You make me feel better, Axel.'

I'm glad, kid.

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Day Ten - Lunch (Roxas)

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"Mmm, my sweet, delicious Roxas. All to myself I have you."

"But anyone could walk by and see us!"

"Exactly the point, love. Live for the adventure!"

"I don't like adventure! And when have you been one to take risks?"

"Don't worry. I closed the door. It's locked. No one will see. We are not visible from the door's window, the lights are off and there are desks that block us from outside."

"What if a teacher wants in?"

"I have already asked her for the room for the entire lunch hour, claiming it to be some grand surprise for her."

Roxas was shaking again. He didn't want this. He didn't want what was about to happen and he knew that he didn't want it, that it was wrong, that he didn't even like Zexion. "It's only been six days!" Was the only complaint that he could get out.

"You are too time-oriented. Besides, it isn't like we're about to have sex."

"W-We aren't?"

"No, my beautiful whore. Unless you are willing."

"No!"

Zexion ran his fingers along Roxas' jaw line, causing the blonde to shudder from the memories of Axel doing the same movement just days before. A thumb brushed his lower lip and he couldn't help his mouth from opening slightly, lips parting to allow that wandering digit entry. He was so needy and it disgusted him. Attempting to force himself closer, to feel their lips brush in the regular heated kiss seconds before the elder's tongue would flit into his mouth, Roxas was held off by Zexion who was inching back slowly into the corner. When he crashed back against the wall, he smirked, kissing Roxas fiercely, drawing him closer, and pressing his need against that of the younger teen. Roxas moaned, grating his hips against Zexion's.

"Mmm, beautiful whore, on your knees. Show me how you are mine and mine alone. On your knees, you hound."

Roxas found himself being shoved onto the floor, his knees colliding with it painfully. He moaned from the pain but once more it was taken as one of pleasure from the elder teen. Zexion was fumbling with his pants at eye level, quickly releasing himself from their embrace. Roxas gulped, trying to get his bearings in order, being faced with the erect manhood in front of him. He yelped when he felt a hand run through his spikes.

That hand forced his head forward, his mouth being pried open by the elder teen's penis. The blonde gagged. He was unable to breathe with this new feeling, with this large object filling up his windpipe, hitting the back of his throat. His tongue worked quickly, trying to reverse the member out of his mouth, but it only caused Zexion to moan. The elder teen gripped his spikes harder, pulling him back, only to shove him to swallow the slate-haired teen whole. Already he could feel the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

He still couldn't breathe. Beginning to struggle, he put his hands on Zexion's hips, pulling his face back.

"Behave, Roxas. Behave or I will have to force you to."

The voice looming above him was laced in pleasure, moaning lightly as the blonde's tongue protested even farther. When he refused to 'behave', he felt Zexion's other hand slip to his neck, gripping it tightly. It didn't really matter if Zexion tried to strangle him, really. He was already suffocating while the elder teen thrust into his mouth. Roxas felt like he was about to pass out when Zexion finally shuddered, giving out a loud moan, thrusting in deeper, releasing.

Roxas felt like he was about to be sick. He dropped down to support himself with his hands, panting heavily, fear written all over his face from the ordeal. Zexion slid down the wall, unable to support himself further. A lopsided grin was slipping on his face as a line of sweat dripped from his brow. His fingers moved out, gripping Roxas' chin, pulling him forward. The blonde resisted but was overpowered, feeling those lips against his, licking at the excess saliva and seed that was dripping down his chin.

"Mmm, yes, I believe you now."

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Day Ten - Lunch (Axel)

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"Why'd you freak out during first period, Axe?"

The redhead tried not to show his discomfort as he stretched out on the music-room floor. He gazed up at the blonde singer, groaning slightly.

"Prick Zexion took over Rox-as' phone and said somethin' I didn't agree with."

"Where is the little twerp, anyways? I thought you woulda dragged him over to see us." Xigbar inquired, tapping at the electronic keyboard on the floor in front of him, playing a fast, upbeat tune that was catchy but not one the duo would use in a performance. Demyx was pacing around the spacious room, dancing to the melody his lover was creating.

"He doesn't know I'm at school today."

Demyx halted in his swerve around a desk, crashing into it. "Oww! What?! Why not?! He should know you're back!"

"Are you insane, Dem?! I don't want him to see me like this!"

Axel gestured to the angry bruises that lined his neck and the bandages that were showing after he had discarded his shirt, claiming it was uncomfortable for the bandages and shirt to rub against each other. He had gained a few bruised ribs after leaving Roxas' house and Demyx's mother had placed a hard bandage over them to keep them from breaking incase something else happened to the redhead.

"With your shirt on, you don't even look that bad!"

"Bullshit!"

"I've seen you a lot worse, man!"

"Yeah, you have! Roxas doesn't know yet."

"When do you plan on tellin' him, doofus?" Xigbar spoke up, very tempted to poke the off-white bandage that was wrapped around Axel's chest as though he were a war victim. He resisted the urge, instead going to tap more keys on the keyboard. "If you want him so bad, don't you think he should know all about them skeletons you have locked up in your closet?"

"I'll tell him ... someday. When he needs to know. That's when I'll tell him."

"What if he gets worried about you, Axel?!" Demyx whined, gripping his hip as he shuffled over to Xigbar. "Desks hurt too much! Kiss it better, Xig?" The black-haired teen smirked; shutting his good eye as he pulled the blonde's hip closer, edging the denim down far enough to kiss the skin growing pink beneath.

"He shouldn't care. It's not like it's any of his business."

"You brought 'im into this. It is his business. Just as much as it's ours. If you want him to be your friend, you can't hide such big secrets from him."

"Who said he even wanted to be my friend?"

"He hasn't denied you that much yet and he even said you could stay with him! I'd say he's fallen for you already!" Demyx sighed dramatically, wiggling out of his elder's grasp to continue his pacing around the room. Xigbar let him go, trailing his hand against that slim hip.

"Bet'cha you got it bad for him, too, don'tcha, Axel?"

"Oh shut up, Xig!"

"It's kinda obvious, though, Axe! He's all you ever talk about now!"

Axel's emerald orbs grew wide. "Oh God, don't tell me you'll be like those damn pricks that Rox calls friends and leave me because I keep talkin' about him!"

"I'm rather insulted by that, you know! After all we've been through, us three, you really think that we would leave you so easily?"

"You'd have to kill us to get rid of us, sir!"

Axel laughed with the other two. "Let's hope it never comes to that. I love you guys."

"And we love you too, Axe."

"As long as you don't think about having sex with my Dem, then I could say I love ya' too, ya' big gallute."

Both Axel and Demyx blushed, glaring at the marred teen. "That was a one-time thing!" They cried in unison, glancing at the other and laughing. Xigbar snickered, stroking still at the keys.

"I know, I know! I'm just put out still that you didn't think about lettin' me join in!"

"You were off with Saix, man! Remember! You ditched us!"

"C'mon, two against one! No fair. I hate the blame-game!"

"You so started it!"

"But still!"

Demyx bounced over to his lover, placing a hand on either shoulder, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his elder's lips. Xigbar tried to get closer, forcing his head up farther to gain better access at his love's lips. Axel brought the attention back on himself with a muffled groan. "C'mon, guys. My body's in too much pain for masturbation! I can't even think about touching my cock right now!"

Xigbar snickered while Demyx blushed, squeezing his eyes shut with a smile placed on his moist lips. "Aww, that makes it all that much more inviting to turn you on." Xigbar joked, pulling Demyx in for another kiss before allowing the blonde to back away slowly.

"We've gotta be at least a little nice to the poor guy!"

"Make him go to class! I want you so bad, Dem!"

Axel moaned, biting his lip. "C'mon, this isn't even fair! You know how hot you two are! Stop torturing me!"

"W-Why don't you just ... take a head-start to class, Axe? Promise, we'll catch up quick!"

Another moan, this time out of defeat. "You'll still take my book bag for me?"

"Right now I'd even bring your shirt to class. Just get going."

"Oh, thanks, Xigbar. You always know how to cheer a guy up, don't you?"

"Go, Axel!"

A sigh and Axel forced himself to stand. He realized that he shouldn't even be at school, but he was there anyways. He couldn't stand another day at home. "I'm taking you up on that offer, then. Bring my shirt too."

Leaving his friends alone to do whatever it was they were planning on doing, Axel shambled through the hallways, receiving stares from other students. It only took a single glare to send the nosy buggers away, running for their mommies. He was very thankful that he didn't run into Seifer on his travels. The blonde was the second on his list of 'people-not-to-see'; Roxas being the first.

Crossing one of the lobbies, Axel was shocked to notice a slightly-familiar slate-haired teen writhing in the lap of a blonde. Must be mistaken, man. There's no way that could be Zexion. That isn't Rox-as he's dancin' for. The redhead passed by without inquiring or even looking back. Down a hallway and half-way up a flight of stairs later, however, Axel couldn't help but stop. He recognized the blonde huddled on the stairs, without a doubt.

He bit his lip, trying desperately to hold the teen's name back. Roxas was in obvious fear and hurt but Axel just couldn't face him. The sound of Axel's steps caused Roxas to whip around, looking for the source of the disturbance, but Axel hid. He wanted so badly to comfort the teen but he just couldn't face him. Instead, he slipped away from the stairs, using the cover to stay unnoticed. He was sure he had been unsuccessful, but even if the blonde had called out to him, he didn't think he'd be able to turn and face him. Not with his body as marred as it was.

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To Be Continued

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So, keep in mind that Zexion was in some other blonde's lap. -sadface-

Did you say please just follow me. I thought you wanted me because I can't stay with someone else. - All To Myself

Marianas Trench

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