Rookie

Chapter Eight - Day Fourteen

Again, a warning. Cheating does occur. I warn you now if you don't like it.

I gots my own little Rookie Romance now. :D Even though she turns Sixteen in September, I'm a year and a half older. :P

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Monday September 21

Day Fourteen - First Period

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Roxas felt rather uneasy sitting beside his boyfriend, working on the questions they had been assigned while Zexion ran his fingers up the smaller boy's leg. Many times Roxas had to hold back the moan that threatened to alert the class to that roving hand. He didn't dare pull his phone from his pocket as it alerted him to a new message, knowing full well that Zexion would decide to intrude and possibly make Axel mad at him again.

"You look grotesque, Roxas."

The blonde cringed, a shot of pain flashing over his cheeks. He had decided against wearing the bandages as the light cuts hadn't been deep enough to require stitches. But where this comment was coming from, Roxas was unsure. He hadn't even known that Zexion had glanced at him since the beginning of class.

"It's not my fault!" Was his only defense and it was weighed down with a weak whine. His thigh was gripped painfully between spidery fingers and he had to bite back the yelp that wanted to press from his lips.

"It was. If you had not allowed Axel to take control of you, that blonde brute would never have singled you out. Had you been stronger, you would have been able to fight him off."

"And where were you? You're my boyfriend. You should have been there to keep me safe!" Roxas shot back, feeling anger and betrayal bubbling up in his stomach. Zexion turned to look at him, his pencil having stopped, hovering just above his page as the question lay only half-answered. "But you were away with your friends, too ashamed to even bring me along, right?"

"You are pathetic, Roxas. You think you can pin all of your suffering on me?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"You do not know pain, yet, babe."

A sense of foreboding ripped at the blonde's chest, but he ignored it. "And you do?" He felt as though he were digging his own grave. He realized he was testing Zexion's patience. But it didn't bother him as much as it should have. He had this new reckless side that didn't give a shit about anyone except himself, Axel, Demyx and Xigbar - even though the latest scared the crap out of him. But they were who Axel held precious, so they must have passed some sort of test.

"I said no such thing, my whore. I am just stating the fact that you had best watch out for yourself."

"Are you ... threatening me?"

"Of course not. I'm simply advising you to be cautious."

Roxas couldn't help but snicker. "Did you know you hurt me the most?"

Zexion narrowed his eyes at the younger boy. "We shall hold this discussion at a later time, Roxas."

As if Zexion had been able to peer into the future, the bell rang, causing the class to gather their things and stampede for the door to get to their next class. Roxas was shaking, feeling like his world of the past two weeks had been on permanent vibrate. The icy glare from the elder teen was plastered into his mind and it was rocking him to the core. He knew he would regret it.

Forcing himself to think clearly as he left the room, Roxas completely forgot the text he had received from the redhead.

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Day Fourteen - Period Three (Axel)

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Axel slowly lowered himself down, careful to not hurt himself farther as he bent to get a better look at the copper wire in concoction. Experiment-Day. The only thing he didn't enjoy of the class was when it ended. Chemistry was easily his favorite class.

"Moaning already, Dancer?"

The redhead's ears perked at the voice from above him. He smirked, gripping his pained side while steadying himself further with a tight hold on the ledge in front of him.

"Anticipation is the worst tease, Storm."

The brunette behind him chuckled, squatting down beside him, making sure their knees brushed, even if that meant Axel was almost sent toppling into the desks. They both knew he would have enjoyed it. Instead, Axel closed his emerald orbs, licking his lips. Blue eyes took him in before moving back to the flask.

"Nah, you heard about Friday, didn't you?"

'Storm' was one of the more informed of his friends. The brunette nodded sadly. "Are you sure you're okay for this? We can postpone, you know."

"Pah, yeah right! And pass up the chance to join in with Cloud and Leon, the hottest couple in the history of the world?! Are you kidding me? Jeez, Storm, what do you take me for? A wimp? Though Dem's mom said that if I hurt myself anymore this week that she'd be forcing me to go to the hospital."

"Harsh. Glad you think so highly of me, though. Putting your health at risk and all," Leon glanced to the smirking redhead.

Storm was a name that only Axel had the privilege of calling the brunette, as Dancer was one that only Leon could call him by. Storm had come from Axel's realization that, in bed, Leon could be loud and wild and frantic, leaving destruction and a messy room in his wake. Leon always joked that Axel could pull off being a dancer at a strip club with his good looks and amazing build.

They were friends. Good friends. Friends that could relieve the other when they were feeling needy. And God, Axel was needy.

"I haven't had sex in over two weeks. That is a crime somewhere. You know how I get without my sex!" Axel whined, taking observations on the bubbling, rusting material, not lifting his eyes from his paper.

"You mean you still haven't gotten into that blonde kid's pants yet?"

"Storm, Storm, Storm, what do you take me for?"

"I'll take that as a no." Leon smirked. Axel smiled, moving his pencil across the page.

"I hope the kid doesn't mind. I told him about what I was doin' today, but he didn't get back to me yet. You sure Cloud's okay with this?"

"It was his idea, Dipshit." Another common nickname. Axel grinned still wider.

"Ooh, maybe you have some competition."

"Honestly, I wouldn't care if he went with every guy in the school, as long as his heart was still mine."

"Aww," Axel cooed, eyes finally popping up to look at the smirking brunette. It was as though his fingers had a mind of their own as they moved up to pinch his friend's cheeks, shaking the brunette's struggling face. "That's the most adorable thing I've ever heard you say!"

Leon looked away when he finally had his face back to himself, his cheeks blazing both from the abuse and from the blush creeping up his neck. "Whatever. It's true, though. Hope Roxas feels the same about you. I doubt he'll be able to keep you tethered, you horny mutt."

"I'm not a mutt or I would be humping your leg right now. Besides, it isn't like he even really likes me anyways. I bet'cha I scare the crap outta him and he just puts up with me because he thinks he has to."

"You know you want to. Look at it there all nice and ripe for the taking." Leon spread his legs slightly, easily setting the redhead off. "You'll be fine. You're a good catch. He must be too if you're still tryin'."

Axel toppled over, rubbing his head as it collided with the leg of a desk. "Ugh, save the sexiness for a little bit longer, would you, ya' god damn whore."

"You love it."

"Exactly!"

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Day Fourteen - Lunch

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He didn't even feel like being around Zexion right now. He felt like something bad would happen. They had had their first fight. This early and they already fought. Because he was missing Axel. That wasn't good, for him to be missing someone that wasn't his boyfriend. But Axel was able to help him. Zexion ... Zexion just made him feel miserable.

Speaking of Zexion, where the hell was he?

Roxas tapped his foot impatiently, still not having checked his messages, leaning his back against the concrete brick where he had promised to meet his boyfriend.

"Mmm, my little slut. Perfect timing as always, no? I apologize for my lateness. I had business to attend to."

Roxas huffed. "Don't you always." Let's just get this over with so that you can abandon me again. Zexion didn't reply, instead forcing the blonde's shoulders painfully back into the wall, causing him to arch his back and cry out softly. Taking the opportunity in front of him, Zexion crashed his lips onto those of the younger. Roxas felt the familiar heat enveloping his body as a tongue dipped into his mouth, hips pressing against his firmly.

"Mmm, my whore."

Roxas had never told Zexion he hated such a disgusting nickname. He wasn't a whore, was he? Dancing beneath those hurried brushes, moaning against those crashing lips, getting caught up in the moment ... He wasn't a whore. He didn't enjoy what his lover was doing to him, not really. His body adored the touches, but his mind reeled, his conscience yelled at him, and his thoughts focused on behaving properly.

So perhaps he was a whore.

A whore to his body.

Wouldn't Axel just adore that? Axel ... Just thinking the name in the current situation caused the blonde to moan. Zexion, apparently adoring the noise, thrust them together, hands running up under the younger's shirt. The passing students ignored them.

That would be a kick, Roxas thought, pulling Zexion even closer. If he knew I was thinking of Axel when he's molesting me. The thought made Roxas smirk, pressing in to the slate-haired teen. Before he was really ready to let the elder teen go, Zexion pried himself from the blonde.

"Ah, such a little whore. Do you know what I do to whores, Roxas?"

The blonde was panting and blurry-eyed. He didn't notice the teen standing behind his boyfriend. "M-Make them ... scream?" Roxas managed, his body secretly craving the touch once more, craving the abuse.

"You may scream, whore. No, I break their little, cheating hearts."

His mind was still too fuzzy. Heart? Someone was about to have their heart broken? He was about to have his heart broken? Did Zexion somehow hear his thoughts? Cheating? Who was cheating?

"Wh-What?" was the only question that seemed to make any sense at all. The foggy haze slowly drifted from his vision and Zexion came into focus, as did the smirking blonde gripping his waist, golden beard grating against the slate-haired teen's cheek.

"I just was not feeling it with you, Roxas. You were too needy and required too much care. Adding in your fling with that redhead, I had no other choice. And Luxord here knows how to suit my own needs far better than you ever will be able to. This is the end, Roxas. Get out of my sight."

Zexion leaned further into the taller blonde, shifting his head to capture Luxord's lips. Roxas felt the wind be knocked out of him as Luxord greedily slipped his tongue down the slate-haired teen's throat.

His world was spinning. He felt like he was about to be sick. But he wasn't crying. He couldn't cry. Not yet. He was still in shock. His book-bag was slung over his shoulder and he was running. He crashed into a few students, sending one sprawling to the ground but he didn't care. He didn't know where he was going. All he knew was that he had to get away. His feet took him to a safe place, one he knew only vaguely about. Ignoring the 'enter at own risk' sign on the door, he flung himself inside, eyes scanning the space for the crimson.

Locating his target, Roxas allowed the tears to begin to fall. It was over. Zexion had broken up with him. Zexion had cheated on him. And Axel was the only one that would be able to make him better. Axel was the only one that could help him. The chorus of sounds filling the room didn't register in his mind, nor did the tuft of brown being trapped to the wall, or the blonde at the redhead's waist. All he knew was that Axel was there. Axel could save him.

He tossed his book-bag to the ground and bolted for the redhead, gripping him around the middle, his nose pressing into Axel's back. They called out the other's name and Axel convulsed in his grip, panting heavily.

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The world around him was still a blur. All he knew for certain was that his hero was holding him, rocking him, trying to comfort him. He heard the redhead's voice, but couldn't register the words. Before he was conscious to the world once more, Axel was lifting him, wrapping the blonde's arms and legs around him, asking someone else in the room to drop the forgotten book-bag by later if he didn't come back for it.

When things stopped spinning, Roxas was in his bed, under the covers, a warm something cradling him close. He started.

"Shh, it's okay, Rox. Everything's fine. You're okay. Can you hear me this time?" A worried voice hushed, pulling him closer.

"A-Axel ..." The voice was a sob. Tears still trailed down his cheeks and it almost tore the redhead in two.

"It's okay. Tell me later, okay? Just breathe. Calm. There, shh. You'll be fine."

Roxas forced his nose into Axel's chest, ignoring the slight hiss of pain and mild scent of sweat and arousal. This was real. Axel was there with him, holding him, comforting him. He would be fine. His heart would get better. He would get over it. Axel would help him.

Slowly, his breathing settled, the tears stopped and he didn't feel so sick. But he didn't want the redhead leaving him. That would just be wrong. It would be unbearable. He might be swallowed up by the world if the redhead left him. And so he grabbed the hero around the middle, wanting to stay by his side forever.

But that had to be the shock talking. He had only known Axel for two weeks. But no one else ever made him feel so safe, so protected, so loved. In Axel's arms, he felt invincible. He didn't hurt any more.

"I-I ... I'm sorry." His voice was frail, weak, shaking. He despised it. He felt so helpless.

"You don't have to be, Rox. You're okay. I dunno what got you so upset, but you're okay now. I've got you. I'll save you. I won't fail this time."

"Promise?" Tears were back in his eyes and he looked up at Axel. A soft kiss was placed on his forehead before the redhead shifted. "Don't leave! No! Please, you can't!"

"I have to go get your book-bag."

"Screw my book-bag. You can't leave me, Axel! Please! Stay with me!"

It took Axel only a moment to contemplate his options before pulling the blonde closer to him. "Demyx'll get it. What happened, Rox?"

A small whimper. "Was it Seifer?" A shake of the head. "Zexion." A cringe and a violent nod followed by more sniffling. "Did he hurt you?" A hesitation, contemplation before the blonde nodded. "He didn't ... if that bastard ... Rox, did he r-rape you?" A shudder, memories of Seifer grinding above him floating through his mind.

Roxas forced himself to sit, staring at the opposite wall. Axel copied him, concern spilled clearly over his face. "H-he ... no. He didn't ... He ... broke it off with me. He said he was gonna break my heart and then turned around and kissed this other guy right in front of me. Right in front of me, Axel! He didn't wait for me to leave. He just turned the fuck around and kissed him!"

"That fuckin' bastard. I'll smash his head in!"

"No!" Roxas cried, knowing full well that Axel would make real his threat. Roxas despised Zexion right now, but didn't want him dead. Axel wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.

"That was a horrible thing to do!"

Roxas nodded sadly. A few moments of easy silence passed between the two of them, the blonde still sniffling before he looked up at Axel once more.

"Why'd you bring me home?"

He sounded young and for a flash of a second, Axel felt wrong for loving such a child. But he forced it out of his mind. "I didn't think you'd want to stay at school while crying so bad." A blush crossed those marred cheeks and Axel could barely suppress the laugh at his sudden thought. "Hey, kiddo, we match."

Roxas gazed at him in confusion before long, gentle fingers brushed against the scabbed-over knife marks. Without thinking, Roxas pressed his cheek closer to the warm touch, laughing before scowling at the redhead, thumping the elder's chest with his fist playfully.

"Hey!" Axel whined, still smiling. "What was that for?!"

"It hurts to laugh when you're crying!"

Axel let a mischievous smirk play on his lips. "I'll just have to get you to stop crying then."

Roxas laughed harder, feeling the redhead pull him even closer. "I love you so much, Rox. You gotta stay safe for me, 'kay?"

That smile stayed on the blonde's mouth. "Kay," he nodded. I love you too, Axel. He wanted to say it, but decided it best to save it for another day. He mewled when he felt lips brush against his forehead, arching to the touch. He was so glad that his stomach exploded in a set of fireworks.

"Mmm, dear God, Rox, maybe I shouldn't do that. If I'm not careful, I might not be able to restrain myself. You are a masterpiece. Don't let yourself be marred by that rapist ever again!"

"I won't." I have you now.

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To Be Continued

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