Sorry this one is a little longer. And...yeah...rated M for a reason guys XD Hope you like!

"Zexion! Wake up!" Roxas said with panic in his voice. He shook the bluenette, trying, in vain, to get him to open his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drain you that much. Please wake up!" Zexion still wouldn't wake. What if I killed him, the blonde thought biting a fingernail nervously. He grabbed the older's arms, feeling for a pulse. He pressed his fingers against Zexion's wrist, not feeling anything but raised lines. "What-" Roxas pushed up his sleeve, reveling red and pink lines criss-crossing along the bluenette's flesh. Some looked older, while others were fresh, still healing. "He…cuts himself."

Zexion suddenly groaned. Roxas dropped his arms and looked at him intently. Ice blue eyes fluttered open and blinked a few times, focusing. "Roxas?"

The blonde sighed in relief. "I thought I killed you," he said quietly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drink so much."

"Don't be," Zexion said lightly touching Roxas's hand, "I'm okay. Just…a little dizzy." He smiled weakly. "Ngh. Did you get enough?" He brought his other hand to his neck, fingering the puncture marks.

"Yes! I did. I didn't mean to-" He cut himself off seeing Zexion move his hand from his neck, blood smeared on his fingers. Roxas stared at the red liquid, his mouth watering. Without thinking, he grabbed Zexion's hand and licked his fingers, lapping the blood from the digits. The bluenette raised an eyebrow, giving the blonde boy a strange look. The younger stopped, catching the look, Zexion's fingers still in his mouth. He let go quickly and backed up to the edge of the bed. "Sorry. I just can't help myself sometimes. And your blood is the sweetest I've ever tasted," Roxas explained quickly.

"It's…okay. That was just a little…strange," Zexion said sitting up slowly. He put a hand to his head. "Ngh…sleep now that you've been fed?"

"Um, actually," Roxas started, looking back at him, "I kinda wanted to ask you something, if that's okay."

"Sure. What is it?"

"…Why do you cut yourself?" Zexion blinked at the question, seeming taken aback. "Nevermind. You don't have to answer. It's none of my business." The blonde crawled back over to the empty side of the bed and laid down. "Night."

"I started when I was eight," the bluenette said with a sigh. Roxas sat up, sitting Indian-style, facing him. He nodded, urging the other to continue. "My parents fought all the time, yelling so loud, once our neighbors came over and told them to shut up. They fought about the stupidest things, almost like they just looked for something to argue about. They never paid attention to me or my brother Saïx. He was the one who took care of me. I really looked up to him."

Roxas nodded, listening attentively. "Mom and dad were in a car crash, just a week after my eighth birthday. They were killed instantly. The courts appointed Saïx as my legal guardian. It was great for awhile, no more yelling, I actually felt happy. But, something…happened. I don't know what, but Saïx…changed. He'd come home from work and start yelling. He'd…hit me. I don't know why. I never did anything. He-" Zexion fell silent, a few tears falling from his eyes.

Roxas hesitated, but reached and took the slate-haired boy's hand, squeezing it. "He what?" he asked, urging Zexion to continue.

The bluenette took a deep breath before continuing. "He said horrible things to me. He made me feel worthless, like I should just drop dead, making the world a better place. I was washing the dishes one night when I accidentally cut myself with the butcher knife. The pain felt…wonderful. It gave me this weird rush. I made more cuts. Every time I got upset, I'd cut myself. It gave- gives me a sense of relief. I can't explain it. But the pain feels really good." Zexion refused to look at Roxas. "You must think I'm so weird."

The blonde snorted and the bluenette looked at him questioningly. "Sorry. That was funny. I'm the one that has to act like an animal to survive and you're worried I think you're weird?"

Zexion smiled. "That does sound silly."

The younger teen smiled back, squeezing the other's hand. "You're not weird. A lot of people like pain…I'm one of them."

"Really?"

Roxas nodded. "I used to cut myself before I changed. I did the first night I…became a monster. I thought I could drink my own blood, but I can't. I found out no vampire can stomach the taste of their own blood that night."

"I'm sorry," Zexion said, absentmindedly rubbing the back of Roxas's knuckles. The blonde's cobalt blue eyes widened slightly. If he were human, he'd be blushing. "Can I ask you something?"

The younger teen smiled slightly again. "You just did."

"Heh, true. Um, you don't have to answer, but, did you…like it when Axel bit you and when you changed? You said you liked pain so-"

"I did, at first." He looked up at Zexion. "But I started feeling so weak. I passed out when I first started turning into a vampire. When I woke up, I was in unbearable pain. Too much even for me."

"Did…you like Axel?"

"What?" Roxas asked raising his eyebrows in confusion.

"Sorry. You're probably not…I'm sorry. Forget I asked that." Zexion slowly let go of the other's hand.

"Not what? …Gay?" The bluenette nodded slowly. The younger boy sighed. "He caught my attention, that's for sure. He terrified me…but, god, his eyes were beautiful. His tattoos made them stand out even more. It's almost like he hypnotized me. I don't know if I liked him or not."

"Oh." Roxas looked at him, asking a silent question with his eyes "Yes. I'm gay too," Zexion answered.

"Oh good. I was hoping you weren't one of those homophobes or religious fanatics that thinks loving someone is an abomination and we'll all burn in hell," Roxas said bitterly.

"I know how you feel. It's one of the reasons Saix beat me so much, the damn hypocrite. He's had a boyfriend for about a year now."

"I'm sorry." He took Zexion's hand again. "I hate to ask this but, did he ever…hurt you?"

The older teen blinked at the question. "Almost. Once. He came home drunk and pinned me to the couch. He never kissed me or anything, just groped me, trying to get my clothes off. I finally managed to push him to the floor and he stayed there."

"Oh."

"What about you, Roxas? Axel didn't do more than feed off you, did he?"

Roxas sighed. "No. I was just his midnight snack. To tell the truth, I've never even been kissed before. Pretty lame, huh?"

"No. I…haven't either." The bluenette looked away, a slight tinge in his cheeks. "I don't think I've ever liked anyone…I guess I'm afraid they won't be like me and freak out."

"Yeah really. I used to look…a little. But I don't see anyone at night. The last person who caught my eye was Axel, and I haven't seen him since he bit me three years ago."

Zexion slowly laced their fingers, rubbing the center of Roxas's palms with his thumbs. The blonde looked at him, squeezing his hands. Ice blue eyes locked with cobalt eyes. They gazed into each others eyes for at least five minutes. The bluenette inched closer. "You have beautiful eyes," he muttered.

"Thanks," Roxas answered, "You do too. Well, the one I can see anyway."

Zexion moved closer, Roxas's blonde bangs brushing against his forehead. "May I…kiss you?"

The younger boy blinked and swallowed. His breath became shallower. "Yes."

Zexion looked at the other's lips. They weren't pink, like a human's, but pale grey. He brought a trembling hand to Roxas's cheek, caressing the pale skin with his fingers. He tilted his head slightly to the right, their lips barely a centimeter apart. He closed his eyes and made the connection, pulling Roxas close.

Roxas moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the slate-hair's neck. Their kiss got deeper, causing a wonderful spark to shoot through their bodies. Zexion laced his fingers in Roxas's blonde hair, his other hand remaining on his cheek.

The blonde whimpered and Zexion pulled away, both panting. "Wow," the bluenette said, "That was…wow."

"Uh-huh," Roxas breathed, nodding in agreement.

Zexion wrapped his arms around Roxas, kissing the top of his forehead. "Your skin is so cold."

"I know," the blonde whispered, nuzzling against Zexion's shoulder. A wonderful, sweet and coppery scent drifted up his nostrils. He inhaled the scent deeply, his mouth watering at the delicious aroma. He looked at the two puncture wounds on the bluenette's neck, the two holes still bleeding. "You smell so good." Roxas grabbed Zexion by the shoulders and licked the wounds, unable to control himself.

"Ah!" the older boy cried out, gripping Roxas's arm.

"Shit," the blonde said, backing away from him. "I'm sorry. The smell was just- I should have a controlled myself."

"Ngh, it's okay," Zexion muttered, rubbing his neck. "Your saliva stings. It didn't earlier."

"It's toxins," Roxas explained, "I could knock you out in a heartbeat if I wanted to. That happens when I want blood badly." Zexion nodded, understanding, but he still had hint of fear in his eyes. "Let me bandage your neck. It'll quit bleeding."

"Thanks. Um, there's a first aid kit under the bathroom sink."

Roxas hurried into the bathroom, returning with a small, white box in his hands. He sat back down beside Zexion, tearing open a roll of bandages. Zexion tilted his head back, letting Roxas wrap the bandages around his neck. The blonde's mouth watered, smelling blood. He swallowed, with difficultly, trying to ignore the urge to pin the older teen down and drain him completely. "There," he said taping the gauze.

"Thanks," Zexion said sitting back up. He leaned in, giving Roxas a quick peck on the lips. He pulled away then stopped, looking the younger boy over. He kissed the blonde again, gently caressing the other's cold lips with his own, loving the spark he felt. Roxas kissed back, wrapping his arms around Zexion's neck. They held each other close, planting soft kisses on each other's lips. The bluenette straddled the blonde's lap, slipping his tongue in his mouth. He didn't care that Roxas's fangs were scraping and cutting into his tongue. In fact, he welcomed the pain.

Roxas moaned as their tongues swirled around each other, Zexion's blood dripping into his mouth. He clung to the bluenette more as he pushed him against the mattress. He drew his knees up so they were on either side of Zexion's hips. The bluenette suddenly pulled away, panting, looking down at the younger boy beneath him. "I feel…funny," Zexion said between breaths, lightly touching Roxas's cheek, "But in a good way."

"Me too," the blonde said reaching up and tucking Zexion's slate bangs behind his ear, revealing his other ice blue eye. "There's this weird knot in my stomach." He pulled Zexion back down, resuming their tongue war.

Zexion shifted his body slightly, his lips remaining locked with Roxas's. The blonde groaned at the movement, wrapping his legs loosely around Zexion. "Ngh…you're poking me," the bluenette breathed, pulling away. Roxas's cobalt eyes became very wide. "You okay?"

"I'm sorry!" the younger boy said quickly, sitting up. Zexion sat up as well, still straddling the other boy. "T-that never happens- I…" He buried his face in his hands. "I'll go to the b-bathroom."

He tried to get up, but Zexion wouldn't move. He reached for Roxas's hands, pulling them away from his face. The blonde refused to look at him. The older teen smiled slightly. "Vampires don't blush, do they?" Roxas shook his head. Zexion swallowed and took a deep breath before saying, "I could help you."

Roxas looked at him. "What?"

"Sorry. Forget I said that. I-" He was cut off by Roxas kissing him.

"Please," he whispered, "You- I've never felt so-"

Zexion kissed him. He pushed his back against the mattress and unbuttoned his lounge pants. "This isn't going to fast?"

"I don't care."

"I have no idea what I'm doing."

"I don't care," Roxas repeated, arching his back so Zexion could take his pants off.

Zexion slipped a trembling hand beneath the blonde's shirt, placing it on his stomach. The other hand fumbled with his boxers before pulling them off the younger boy and tossing them to the floor. He bent down and kissed him, Roxas's arms back around him. Zexion began to stroke the blonde, the younger gasping at the actions. Roxas raised his hips in time with Zexion's movements, thrusting into the other's hand, moaning. "You're throbbing in my hand," Zexion said kissing the blonde's jawline, trailing down his neck.

"Nn…Zeku…t-take me!" Roxas gasped out.

Zexion stopped, looking into the other's eyes. The red rings were glowing. He sat up and unbuttoned his dark purple lounge pants, letting them hang low on his hips. He pushed his boxers down, blushing somewhat, and crawled back over to Roxas, locking their lips.

Roxas wrapped his legs tightly around Zexion's hips, kissing back. Zexion moved slightly, creating friction which caused both boys to moan loudly. Roxas opened his mouth to welcome the blunette's tongue. He suddenly cried out in pain. Zexion pulled away quickly. "You okay?"

"I bit my tongue," Roxas replied, bringing a hand to his mouth.

"I'll kiss it better," the bluenette said leaning back down.

"Stop!" Roxas ordered, pushing against him, "I pierced my tongue. I'm bleeding."

"So?"

"Remember what happens when you drink a vampire's blood? I won't let you turn into a monster too." He looked away.

Zexion brushed the other's blonde bangs back and gently kissed his forehead. "Roxas, there's no way I would want to do this and not kiss you." He pecked his lips. "I don't care. Might be a good thing."

"No. It's-" He was cut off by Zexion kissing him, his tongue slipping into his mouth. The bluenette thrust his hips against him, causing more friction and more stabs of pleasure to shoot through their bodies. Roxas groaned, urging Zexion to continue.

The bluenette kept kissing the other boy, one hand trailing down his side. "Don't let me hurt you," he whispered to the blonde before pushing two of his fingers inside of him. Roxas squeaked at the intrusion. Zexion slowly started moving his fingers in and out of the blonde, kissing his neck to distract him.

"Ngh…hurts…" the younger said feeling the fingers rubbing against his inner walls.

"I'll stop-"

"No! Don't, please."

"I'm getting this from books. I've never done it before."

"It's- nn! It's o-okay. Me either." Roxas raised his hips, making Zexion's fingers go deeper. His whole body twitched when something inside of him was touched, causing him to see white spots.

The older teen, seeing the reaction, began attacking the spot, Roxas moaning and his body twisting. "Can I…" The blonde nodded, pulling his knees closer. Zexion removed his fingers and positioned himself against the blonde's body, pushing in slowly. The other hissed in pain as Zexion groaned, muttering. "Nn…tight. So much pressure."

"Move," Roxas ordered, rolling his hips.

Zexion pulled almost all of the way out before thrusting back in. Roxas cried out and rolled his hips more as the older teen set a steady rhythm. He gripped the blonde's thighs, raising his hips more.

"Zeku, ngh…kiss me. Please." Zexion smiled and happily obliged, engaging their tongues in another battle, tasting copper. He began to pump Roxas in time with his thrusts, the blonde moaning. "Zeku, ah! M-my stomach h-hurts- AHH!" Roxas screamed, releasing his seed all over Zexion's stomach.

"Geh…Roxas…so tight-" It was Zexion's turn to scream, his seed spilling into Roxas's tight passage.

"Ah! It's so hot!" the younger boy cried out.

Zexion pulled out slowly and practically collapsed on top of the blonde, panting. "I'm s-sorry. I should have asked." He hugged Roxas, kissing him again.

"Ngh…it's okay Zeku. I'm okay. Just sticky." He smiled faintly at Zexion.

"I'll get us a towel," he said kissing Roxas's forehead. He stood slowly, re-buttoning his pants. He walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light. "Ow!"

"What's wrong?" Roxas asked, squinting at the light.

"It's so bright. It hurts my eyes…"

Roxas sat up, looking at the bluenette who was rubbing his eyes. "It's happening," he whispered in a shaky voice.

Zexion looked at him. "…what?"