AN: Yay! Another chapter up and running! I'm a little proud of myself...

Roxas had never cried so much in his life.

That is to say, he'd teared up when they'd bound his wrists and thrown him onto the mattress. Fuck part time all night jobs, Roxas had thought to himself when he'd willed away the tears of hopelessness and despair with anger and resentment.

There were at least three men, probably more somewhere off in the apartment. But right now all Roxas saw was half his face shoved into a dirty, stained mattress with a sour smell that made him want to vomit. Around him was an equally disgusting apartment with ratty, falling apart furniture. There were beer cans and cigarette butts all over the floor along with some illicit drugs.

Some guy was very openly jacking off to some homosexual non-con porno on the old, fuzzy television, completely unfazed by his two friends entering the room with a struggling teenage boy.

Fuck this town, Roxas thought to himself. Whatever hatred and resentment and general negative emotions he could come up with, the blond focused it all into a single glare at the man now eyeing him while toying with the zipper on his pants. Good lord, this day sucked. First burnt toast for breakfast, now possible gang rape at the hands of three dirty, drunken men.

Woo fuckin' hoo, right?

While the other two men who weren't occupied with their genitalia walked out of view of the blond, Roxas rolled onto his side to better observe the room. His hands were bound behind his back with a leather belt and his mouth covered with a long dishcloth whose taste he'd rather not think about. He'd been thrown on a mattress in the corner of a small two, maybe three room apartment at best. Obviously to be raped.

No point in lying to himself, right?

It was embarrassing how easily these three much larger men had just picked Roxas up off the street outside their apartment and brought him inside, tying and gagging him along the way. Roxas tried to stay hopeful about his escape though.

There was no hope of Sora calling the Police when he didn't come home that night; after much begging and pleading and bitching, Roxas had finally permitted his twin to spend the weekend at his boyfriend Riku's house in Hollow Bastion. Sora was the one who needed watching! Sora was the rapeable one, not Roxas!

Said blond was suddenly pulled from his thoughts as he felt the mattress sink behind him, indicating a second body on the smelly thing. It was when a strong hand was splayed on his back and forced him onto his stomach that he started panicking.

And by panicking, Roxas started flailing like a suffocating fish. Which didn't go over well when it was three against one.

Roxas would rather not think about their age. Thankfully, or not thankfully, the hand pulling down the neck of his t shirt and kissing the back of his neck was distracting enough.

Blind to everything but an old mattress, Roxas could feel four hands holding him down, all pressing on his shoulder of feet, and another body braced above him, kissing his back.

"MMMMMPPPHHHH!" Roxas was screaming now, kicking and screaming and just over all going into fight or flight mode, right now being a mix of both. But just as easily as they'd grabbed him, three men were holding him down, tugging at his shirt while a single hand snaked beneath his towards his pants zipper.

Roxas' continued struggles only resulted in hand shaped bruises on his shoulders and legs as well as cuts into his wrists from the leather belt he so desperately pulled against. This couldn't possibly be the way the sixteen year old was meant to lose his virginity? Roxas may not be a candlelight and rose bouquet romantic, but he'd been hoping for his first time to be something in between candlelight dinner and three man gang rape on the romantic spectrum.

Feeling two hands snaking up the back of his shirt and the third successfully pull down the zipper on the front of his pants and grab his manhood through his boxers kind of made Roxas wish for candles and roses right now.

Instead, Roxas started kicking out with renewed vigor and rage. Which got him nowhere; the lips on his back had pulled up his t shirt and were traveling the pale, white back. The hand down the front of his pants had begun tugging and pulling carelessly, causing Roxas to whine loudly in pain. It seemed the third one was divesting Roxas of his shoes and socks, tugging tentatively at his jeans, pulling them only a few inches down his waist.

After much struggling, Roxas had found his gag to loosen, even slip past his lips to his chin. With as much breath as he could take in one breath, the blond screamed.

Screamed out of fear, out of anger, frustration, and the thought of three men gang raping him all at once.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!"

Roxas' pleas were met with nothing more than a hand strike across his cheek, burning and leaving a bright red hand print. But it did the job, forcing Roxas into a dazed silence as the hands continued moving over his body. The blond's eyes were frozen in wide shock, his body unresponsive to a slow going mind.

What was about to happen just couldn't register in the blond's mind.

Roxas felt his pants being pulled completely from his body.

And suddenly, three heavy bodies were lifted from his with simple ease. There was screaming and yelling, and the sound of knuckles knocking teeth, but Roxas couldn't bring himself to look up. He could only try to bury his face deeper into the mattress and curl up on himself the best way he could.

There was silence for a few minutes; shuffling and muffled yelling. The dragging of unconscious or even lifeless bodies. A few silent moments passed before Roxas felt a cold knife tracing up and down his arm, raising goose bumps. He lay there and trembled, not daring to flinch away from the blade as it was touched lightly up and down his upper arm, so lightly it tickled. There was only a slight dip in the mattress from whenever the person atop it moved, otherwise silence reigned over anything else.

Roxas was scared enough to cry at this point. As seconds ticked by, the blond expected each to be his last, the end finally brought about by sharp steel against his neck. But it never came.

Instead, the blade jumped to his jaw, slipping beneath the cloth around his mouth to slice it away in a graceful ease that made Roxas' spine stiff.

"Hello, lovely."

Roxas would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit more scared now than he'd been five minutes ago.

A strong hand gripped Roxas' chin, and the blond was flipped over onto his back, his eyes opening in shock to take in the sight of the redhead, towering over him on the mattress. Those green eyes held a smirk of their own yet they were no match for the smile on Axel's pale red lips.

"I said 'hello', lovely." Axel repeated, this time a bit more firm, emerald eyes sweeping over the blond's face and overall status. He seemed pleased that there was nothing out of place other than the blonde's clothes. "Seems like you're in a bit of a situation here." He said, gently turning Roxas' chin this way and that to inspect the pretty face.

When Roxas refused to answer, only stare with wide, deer in headlights eyes, Axel sighed and slapped his knees, standing up from the mattress to pace the room. "You always complain about being followed by my Assassins, but when it really comes down to it," He gave Roxas a once-over look, his point obvious.

"Just cut me loose." Roxas said, his voice stronger than he'd predicted. To emphasis his point, he turned slightly away from Axel, baring his red wrists, already scarred with rope burn and blood. Axel sighed and Roxas waited as the redhead knelt down on the mattress beside him. With the same quick, precise cuts of the blade Roxas was free again. With a sigh of relief, he rolled his shoulders and rubbed lightly at his wrists. "Ow…" The blond murmured under his breath as his fingers traveled over a deep cut in his skin from the pulling on the ropes.

"Here, let me." Axel said, reaching out to grip the blond's wrists. With a sudden rush of panic and less than working brain, Roxas immediately fumbled backwards, accidentally kicking Axel is his scramble.

"NO!"

With wide, blue eyes, Roxas was staring back at Axel, clutching his hands to his chest and a thudding heart. Axel was watching him with surprised eyes that eventually gave way to a flaming anger in those emerald gems.

"You know, Roxas." Axel said with feral instinct dripping from his suddenly fang like teeth. "I just saved your ass." On his hands and knees, Axel crawled closer to Roxas, who scooted back in turn until he ran into the wall. "I'd rather not risk it again." Axel leaned in a bit closer to Roxas, his eyes slowly slipping closed as their lips came within centimeters. "Maybe I should just take your virginity right here…"

Roxas pushed. Scratch that, he shoved with all his animalistic, fight or flight, adrenaline powered might. Axel barely moved as Roxas tried to slip past him. The redhead reacted swiftly; his hand snapped out, the cold black leather gripping Roxas by the back of his shirt and slamming him painfully into the ground. As Roxas lay dazed on the ground, he didn't register Axel climbing on top of him until it was too late.

"Axel! Axel, stop!" Roxas screeched. Even if he knew no one would come.

The redhead ignored him and with a grunt, grabbed both the thin, reddened wrists in one hand, slamming them to the ground. Axel moved to cover the much smaller blond with his long body, keeping Roxas against the ground.

"Axel!"

"Shush, lovely."

"ROXAS!"

Riku was suddenly shaking the blond; trying to wake him from whatever nightmare gripped him so as the blond cried and flailed helplessly in his sleep. It wasn't the first time Riku had found Roxas having nightmares like this. He simply never asked because the answer hung there in the air with painful obviousness. Sora couldn't even bring himself to ask. They just took turns waking Roxas in the dead of night, bringing him back to a slightly safer, warmer reality.

"Roxas, it's okay!" Riku exclaimed again, shaking the blond a bit more violently until he seemed to snap out of his trance. "Roxas, it's okay, you're home." The silverette repeated, this time a bit more caring and loving.

Azure eyes finally rolling back around to reality, Roxas found himself covered in a thin shine of cold sweat. The blankets upon his bed were ruffled and tangled about his limbs. They must have been the illusionary arms that gripped him so tight. The same nightmare as always.

"It's 7:30." Riku said, motioning to the sun shining through Roxas' bedroom window. The blond gave no response, just continued staring blankly into an empty space void of answers his eyes seemed to be searching. When he was met with more silence, Riku silently excused himself from the room downstairs.

Slowly coming back to reality, Roxas pounded a fist against his forehead, eyes squeezed shut as if he could literally knock the memory and the nightmare from his head. He'd done it countless times on countless mornings. It never worked, unfortunately.

The dream always ended like that; with someone waking Roxas up in the nick of time. Roxas wasn't sure what had actually happened after that. He didn't remember it well; he may not have lost consciousness till a little while later, but everything leading up to it was blacked out and hazy in his memory. He woke up the next morning alone in his own bed and never said anything to Sora.

Never dared to confront Axel about what happened. He'd gone down to the free clinic a week later and got himself checked out. Axel either used a condom or was, surprisingly, clean of STDS.

It was already 7:30, Roxas realized with a slow but growing panic. He suddenly felt a bit suffocated and claustrophobic as the world closed in around him; he was out of time. Of course, Roxas being Roxas, he'd pre-packed his things; they were all set by the front door in a single suitcase and duffel bag.

Roxas had taken the liberty of packing a few of Sora's things as well. The arrangements had been made overnight for him to move into Riku's crowded Hollow Bastion apartment. It was away from Axel, but not too far away that the Nobody's promise of protection wouldn't still apply. Roxas just wanted his twin to stay out of the trouble he was certain to get into in his name.

Axel had also promised that he could visit Sora every few weeks. At the redhead's discretion, of course.

Fifteen minutes later, Roxas was dressed. As if hypnotized, Roxas found himself going through his daily routine; showering, dressing, and going downstairs for breakfast. He dully noted Riku standing silently by the front window, his careful eyes on the street as he hid himself behind the semi-closed curtain.

Roxas just shook his head with a surprising smile and took out a box of cereal. Axel always crept up on you. No matter what way you were looking, he knew. And he'd crawl right up behind you.

After five minutes of staring at soggy cereal Roxas gave up on choking down food. And no matter what Riku thought, Roxas knew Axel was punctual. He'd pull up at eight a.m. He'd wait around the corner of the street and drive at the perfect speed so that the front tires pulled in right at 7:59.59.

Maybe Axel has an OCD, Roxas wondered to himself as he padded silently up the stairs to the bedrooms again.

Roxas had been facing the day with an otherworldly detachment. Much like the past three days, excluding last night, the blonde's mind seemed to be above and beyond the problems around him. He'd woken up in a cold sweat, but now his face was merely passive and calm. Like a man who'd accepted his fate. Which, honestly, was what Roxas had done last night in his flood of tears.

But now, staring at Sora's sweet, drug induced sleeping face, Roxas found himself crashing down to Earth again.

His sweet, sweet brother.

Little Sora.

Dropping gently onto the mattress, Roxas climbed onto the creaky bed and gently snuggled up against his brother's sleeping form. Incest be damned, the blond shyly inhaled his brothers scent and buried his face in his brother's sleeping back, his cheeks rubbing the soft cotton shirt.

Oh, Sora.

At 8 a.m., Axel pulled up along the street outside Roxas' house. He was in his black stretch limousine; normally he traveled in a more compact and flashy red sports car, but today he thought he'd accommodate his blond with a bit more space. As promised, Roxas was waiting in the driveway, a suitcase by his feet and a duffel bag slung over a thin shoulder. He'd asked Riku to wait inside the house. Please.

It was a beautiful day really. Roxas admired the slow going clouds and lazily shining sun with envy of their free life. The birds were singing a sweet song, and all the neighbors who had seconds ago been enjoying the summer sun had disappeared into their houses with the curtains drawn tight.

After commanding his assassins to wait in the car, Axel pushed open the door to the limo, exiting in a smooth, liquid grand gesture. He realized hundreds of sets of eyes watched him intently from the shadows around him as he strolled his way along the street to the edge of Roxas' driveway. Though he didn't dare step from the sidewalk to the driveway.

There was silence for a few moments as Roxas watched Axel, who returned the nonchalantly interested gaze.

"What, you're not gonna carry my bags?" Roxas asked with fierce sarcasm, jutting out his hip to place a sassy hand upon it with a piercing look at Axel.

Axel beamed.

"I'll have my Assassin get it." Axel said, snapping his fingers. In a continuously practiced and precise formation, two Assassins exited the limousine from the front driver's seat. Riku tensed and fought the urge to punch them both out as they ran up silently and took Roxas' luggage, scurrying back with it to the trunk of the limousine. Axel watched approvingly as they placed it gingerly in the trunk and quickly returned to the front of the car, slamming the doors behind them.

There were a few awkward moments of silence. Roxas didn't have the courage to move from his stubborn stance and Axel only waited patiently for his blond.

After what seemed like hours, Axel finally extended a hand to Roxas. "Coming?" He asked with a sweet, harmless smile. As if he was calling a new puppy.

"Come and get me." Roxas spat, immediately regretting the words the second they were out of his spit fuck little mouth. But he didn't dare show his fear. At least, he didn't dare mean to.

"Oh no." Axel said with a nonchalant smile, not dropping his open hand. "I will not force you Roxas." Axel motioned down to the line between the sidewalk and Roxas' driveway. "I will not pass this line."

Roxas quirked an eyebrow.

"I'll wait for you to come to me." Axel said again, his hand still out. "I will not force you. You will come to me willingly."

Roxas glared.

"Consider it a gift. The last chance at free will of your life."

AN: THIS WAS LIKE PULLING MY OWN TEETH WITH A FORK. HOW HORRID. But no, I love all my abominations (writings) equally. Although this could and should have been much better. I'll be sure to alert you to when I rewrite it.

Please read and review, it makes it all worth it.

Ezellia