AN: I know, I know, I'm a bad person, but here it is! ^^;;
Roxas dreams of Seifer.
The smell of Old Spice is something comforting, something Roxas imagines he could grab and hold close in a dream world like this. But even in a dream, Roxas is a smart little realist, and deep down he knows that the soft touch of flattened gold locks and the rough but perfect handle of a much larger blond with awkward hands is only a memory.
Seifer's beautiful, Roxas notes in his dream as he feels rough, chapped lips on his. The big blond giant has a gentle, almost feminine curve to his jawbones. Soft and nice to the touch. Roxas could go with this. There's definitely something irritating about Seifer, but there's also something sad. Something pathetic about that strong, don't you fuck with me glare that makes Roxas want to pull him close, even in his dreams, and hold him tight.
Like Roxas used to do in reality.
Seifer and Roxas first started messing around behind the bulletin board in the sandlot. Roxas being a big more confident, but that didn't stop Seifer. They were both teenagers; stupid, stupid teenagers, washed up in hormones, emotions, and the world hates me attitudes. Seifer hasn't quite filled out with his classical muscle look yet. He's all spidery limbs and pointy elbows that he hasn't quite mastered as his clumsy, stupid fingers struggle to work the buttons on Roxas' button down shirt.
When Roxas sighs and thinks maybe they should call this off because Seifer's so nervous he can't work a damn button, Seifer simply rips the shirt down the middle, buttons flying and fabric tearing.
What a man thing to do, Roxas thinks with a roll of his eyes. Seifer probably catches the look, but doesn't bother with a snide comment as his mouth moves to Roxas' neck, his fingers going to his nipples to pinch and pull painfully like an idiot working radio dials.
While Seifer is still awkward with his body, even more so than his newly discovered sexuality, Roxas has already hit a maturity beyond himself. He's short and thin, something he's come to terms with, and has learned to move with a gentle grace beyond his teenage years. One minute he's sashaying his skinny hips across the sandlot with a confident teenage air about him, and suddenly Seifer's grabbing him, emotionally vomiting every teenage woe he has into one crushing kiss, hidden sloppily behind a billboard and some shrubbery.
And Roxas is ready to go with the flow, because the flow feels good, when suddenly the blond teenagers are being pulled apart by an angry redhead in black.
When Roxas' mind slowly ascends to conscious thought, he notes sullenly that the lips against his are no longer nervous, hesitant, and a dream. They're thin, tight, pressing just right and gentle and vivid.
"You know," Roxas can sense Axel's infuriating smirk in the dark of his new bedroom as the redhead pulls up from where he was leaning over the blond. "This'll be the second time I've broken up you two crazy teens." Something about his chiding voice reminds Roxas of his old dentist, the one who used to give abstinence talks at his old high school in health class. And obviously had nothing better to talk about besides abstaining from sexual temptation as he grops around Roxas' mouth with sharp metal objects.
"Fuck you, it's more like the millionth." Roxas bites out, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand and dully noting the stiffie in his pants that Axel was eying hungrily. "How the hell did you even know?"
"You talk in your sleep," Axel comments conversationally, as if he hadn't been standing there watching Roxas sleep for the past ten minutes. He gets up from the edge of the bed sensing that Roxas needed some space. "You know, I could rock blond hair. If that's what it'll take."
"Fuck you!" Roxas snaps, trying to act like he wasn't surprised by his own venom. "It's none of your goddamn business!" He's sitting up now, looking pathetic and tiny on his bed as Axel leans against the wall, his arms crossed and his face expressionless.
Roxas would give anything to see that stupid smirk on the redhead's face right now as he offers quietly; "Please. Just leave him out of this, okay?" Roxas realizes it's a mistake to admit something like that, so stupidly and openly, but he can't damn well help it.
Axel uncrosses his arms and stuffs gloved hands into his coat pocket, and Roxas suddenly gets the feeling that he cares. His face is a bit red, bitten by the strong wind that tended to plague Twilight Town. "Why?" Axel asks, like he's discussing the goddamn weather. "He your first love?"
"None of your damn business," Roxas snaps. He throws his legs over the edge of the bed, and Axel doesn't seem concerned as Roxas stomps past him into Axel's private room.
As expected, Roxas makes a beeline for the bathroom. As the door slams shut and locks into place, Axel saunters out of Roxas' room to lean against the bathroom door. He tugs off his coat and tosses it onto the couch as he moves past, removing his gloves with his teeth and tossing them to the floor with a bit less care.
"So," Axel looks closely at his finger nails, picking at dirt. "Icarus."
There's a muffled response from beyond the bathroom door that Axel can fill in, the sound of rushing water, then a louder response, this one meant to be heard. "Zexion's a dick."
"Arguable. Though I'd go more for bookwormy." Axel replies smoothly. There's more silence from the bathroom, and Axel resigns himself to the mini bar, a glass of scotch, and a warm plush couch as he eyes the bathroom.
His pet is no coward, but Axel still tries to make himself as non threatening as possible when Roxas finally emerges from the bathroom, his body tensed with fight or flight tingles. There's a tense moment before Axel motions to the plush chair across form him. He watches over the tip of his glass as Roxas moves purposefully to the chair. He drops down onto the cushion, sitting on his hands and pulled tight in on himself.
"Might I offer you a drink, Icarus?" The redhead says calmly, swirling the amber liquid in his glass with a gentle smile that he knows tends to catch Roxas off guard.
"Don't call me that, goddamnit!" Roxas snaps. His hand flies out faster than Axel expects from a kid that shaky or twitchy, and swipes the glass form his hands. Without spilling an apparently precious drop, Roxas downs the entire shot of whiskey with a sour face. Like a dog sniffing another god's butt. Or a kid drinking alcohol for the first time, which Axel wouldn't be surprised by, of all things.
"Whoa, whoa, watch the whiskey there, John Blutarsky!" Axel's chuckling to himself as Roxas slams the empty glass down onto the tabletop with finality, damnit! And a bit of a hiccup and head swoon, but Axel imagines that Roxas is sensitive about being a lightweight, as he is about most other things.
"So, Roxas." Axel says by means of conversation starting. He;s got a serious conversation to have with the kid, and Roxas seems to sense it as he tenses in his seat. Like he wasn't already tense enough to snap his spine in half. Axel had been entertaining the idea of maybe jumping seats next to Roxas on the couch, but now dismisses the thought.
"So, you little fucker."
Axel can't help a prideful grin. That's my boy, he thinks to himself.
"What the fuck do you think you were doing leaving me alone with those- those- gah!" Roxas rises from his seat in apparently inexplicable indignation. He waves his arms as he does so, flapping like a spastic bird learning to fly as he stomps about the room, his shoes making dulled thumps against the thick red carpet.
"You know what I say when I feel like swearing?" Axel reaches cheerily across the coffee table to reclaim his old whiskey glass before pouring himself another shot.
"What?" Roxas hisses in his direction, still pacing-stomping- about.
"Fudge." Axel supplies helpfully with a sip of burning alcohol.
"Of that's fudging fudge and you fudging well know it you fudging mother fudger!"
Axel lets his eyebrows momentarily raise at that one. "Fuckin' got that right, kiddo. Now, come, sit." Axel motions vaguely with his hand. "We gotta talk, short stack."
Roxas doesn't like it, but he grudgingly takes his seat. "What's with the fudging nicknames?"
"Just trying to find a fit." Axel says, rolling his tongue playfully as if he was silently testing every word with his tongue and his lips. He leans back in his chair, still playing with his own tongue, watching Roxas for the tiniest bit of a reaction.
That tongue/mouth thing has just the most minimal effect on Roxas' long gone stiffie, but he'll castrate himself before he admits it.
"Since you don't like Icarus, kiddo, short stack, or hot stuff, I'll have to find something else."
The blond's tiny inner volcano seems to erupt at the remembrance of Zexion. "What the fudge is that guy's problem, anyways? Douchebag."
"Yes, you've made your opinion quite clear." Axel says with the slightest mix of amusement and exasperation in his voice that is just so Axel. "While I realize Zexion may have come off a bit..." Axel makes a rolling motion with his hand as he searches for the word, "commanding, he made valid points."
Axel is suddenly all business, and Roxas doesn't fudging like it.
The redhead sets his glass down, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees and interlaces his fingers. It may be childish, but Roxas chooses to lean back in response, tossing his arms lazily over the back of the couch, as if he could trick Axel into thinking he was in control here.
As if he could trick himself.
"Roxas, you're a pet." Axel states simply. Roxas opens his mouth to argue, but is quickly interrupted, "No, no arguments. That's the official name for your, er, position. And pet's have basically no rights in our little hierarchy here."
Roxas scowls at the blatant misuse of such a word.
"Let me perhaps lay this out for you," Axel offers quite pleasantly. "Pets are generally kept for sexual favor. They do as their master says, or what a member who outranks their master may command. Under no circumstances are they allowed to be willingly unfaithful, or the consequences are to be decided by the master. But the master may be as promiscuous as they so choose. A pet's chores may also extend beyond the bedroom to something more domestic. Such as general housekeeping of the master's personal living space."
"Essentially, a pet receives the clothes their master gives them, eats what their given, and does what their told."
Roxas decides to pull his arms back tight to his chest, opting for artificial security over faked intimidation. "And if the master dies?"
"What, planning on offing me already?" Axel snorts. "In the event of my death, according to my will and state of affairs, you may be passed on to another member as inheritance, or you may be freed from service."
"And in the event of your death?" Roxas probes cautiously but very unsubtly.
"Now, Roxy." Axel smiles coyly, and he stands from where he was sitting on the seat to move slowly to the couch. Roxas recoils at the motion, scooting to the far end form where Axel seats himself. "This is how the game is played. Why on Earth would I tell you what happens in the event of my passing?"
"Out of the goodness of your heart?" Roxas dares to joke.
"Come now, Roxas. That just wouldn't be fair. In my death, you could either go free, or I could leave you to be gang raped by several lower ranking members. It happens to be in my best interest not to tell you."
Exactly what Roxas was FUDGING worried about, damnit!
"Hmm?" Axel flashes that damn grin. "Thinking twice about offing me, now aren't we?"
"What're the rules?" Roxas breathes out, trying to conver the fact that his lungs were frozen in his chest as he awaited for the answer. "You said masters asked for different things." He motions vaguely with a trembling hand. "What're mine?"
"That's my lil college boy," Axel grins, and he's reaching for the black jacket he had tossed onto the couch earlier. Roxas watches him with wary eyes as the redhead rifles through his jacket pocket until he produces a tightly sealed envelope. He's hating the way he shakes as Axel pulls out a thick stack of white paper to pass to Roxas.
With a pen.
"Zexion wrote it up for me,"
Of course he fudging did, Roxas thinks to himself as he takes the paper and pen into his hands.
"It's a contract." Axel explains. "It states the simple ground rules of our relationship, because I'm a fair player of the game, if nothing else." There's a moment of silence for Roxas to give the paper a once over. "You're to remain faithful to me, and in the event that you should be evidently raped, you have every right to self defense and will not be held accountable. You will not be denied food or drink on any occasion, but I have the right to exercise punishment should you choose to break any rules we've outlined. Nothing cruel or unusual, of course. It's quite simple really. I'll handle your health and well being, you'll be allowed to pursue a college education from the mansion here, and your visitation rights to town will be granted or suspension at my discretion."
Roxas doesn't even bother trying to read all the block paragraphs.
"Essentially, I will be a fair master to you in return for reasonable obedience and loyalty."
And Roxas looks up at Axel with those wide, scared doe eyes that first stole the redhead's breath from his lungs and his heart from his chest. With a gentle smile, Axel reaches out slowly, taking the stack of papers and pen from Roxas' clearly quaking hands. "Here," He sets both items down on the coffee table. "I'll give you three days to go over the contract, no need to sign right away. Should anything so clearly unreasonable come to your attention, we'll have the chance to discuss it before you sign."
There a long moment of silence as Roxas slowly looks from the contract to Axel, and back again. Axel expects some kind of indignant banshee wail and a couple tiny fists thrashing for his eye sockets. Instead, Roxas quietly asks; "What the fudge?"
"I'm sorry?" Axel doesn't even try to hide the fact that he expected something more from someone with such an articulate vocabulary.
"Why are you doing this?" Roxas sighs. He reaches up to scrub an unsteady hand over his face. Over his eyes, carting roughly through his hair. "Why the fuck did you write up a contract."
"It's in your best interests, lovely." Axel honestly didn't expect to have to spell that out.
It was a bit more expected when Roxas suddenly lashes out, using thin but surprisingly strong arms to shove Axel as far away form him as he can. As the redhead falls back into the couch, Roxas is standing again, stomping his feet and raving quite loudly.
"What the fuck, Axel? You fucking make me a document? What the fuck are you, a lawyer? There's nothing right or even goddamn respectable about this! Don't try and twist this around into some kind of half-baked consensual situation!"
Axel draws himself up to his full six foot something height, but the tiny blond doesn't back down like he'd expected or even hoped for. Instead, the intimidation only makes Roxas more angry.
"Don't you act like the fucking do gooder here!" The blond shrieks, pointing an accusing finger in Axel's face. "You're a fucking criminal! A goddamn rapist and murderer! Don't you be my goddamn savior! Cause it's just sick and twisted that you think you can save me from yourself!" Opting to wave his arms in fury rather than continue screaming, Roxas finally lets out an angry huff. "What the fucks the point? You're just going to rape me. You fucking rapist."
Roxas emphasizes his point with harsh punch to the wardrobe that he was closest to that leaves his knuckles bleeding.
And that's Axel's final straw. Before the blond registers what's going on, Axel is by his side, grabbing his injured hand and yanking it behind his back. With a loud yelp, Roxas is suddenly on the couch again, splayed out on his back as Axel stands over him.
"That's in the contract too," Axel says, his voice measured and dangerous. "You hurt yourself, in any goddamn way, you'll be paying severe consequences."
"Let me up," Roxas says, this time a bit more quietly and pleading than before.
"I will not rape you, Roxas." Axel continues, not bothering to give Roxas any recognition. "I will not force myself on you in anyway."
Axel leans down beside the couch, his hands placing themselves on either side of Roxas' head, and suddenly they're up damn close and damn personal. "Because that's what you want, isn't it?"
"Excuse me? Are you fudging crazy?" Roxas spits, only to be ignored again.
"If I rape you, then it'll make it oh so easy to hate me, won't it?" Axel is leaning in close again, his lips grazing against the shell of Roxas' ear as the blond turns away. Tries to hide himself in the red couch. Lose himself in it.
"I won't rape you, Roxas. I won't make you hate me."
Gripping Roxas' chin hard in a bony hand, Axel forces the blond to face him with a grunt. And those beautiful, teary doe eyes are back. The one's that make Axel breathlessly admit,
"I swear, I'll make you fall in love with me."
AN: Thanks for reading! I apologize if the ending seems a little rushed, I tried my best with it, honest!
Ezellia