Sorry it's taking like...a week for me to update this. I have no computer of my own and I have to use SpoonyChan's when I'm over at her house. Woo.

Thanks to SpoonyChan for fixing Marluxia's lines.

Based off a role-play she and I did.

Disclaimer: Characters copyright to SquareEnix. But, you guys already knew this.

Zexion looked at Roxas intently, trying to ignore the lump forming in his throat. "What do you mean 'happening'?"

"I told you not to kiss me," Roxas said bunching the sheets up in his hands. "You drank my blood. You're changing…into a vampire."

"…no wonder the light is killing my eyes," Zexion muttered, flipping the switch off. His eyes adverted to the carpet. "How badly does it hurt?"

"A lot. When I woke up, I nearly passed out again." Roxas stood slowly, wincing, and picked up his boxers, putting them on. "You're in for a rough night, Zeku."

Zexion suddenly stumbled and grabbed the door frame. "My head…"

"Come lay down. You'll need to, You're going to get sick," Roxas said sitting on the bed.

The bluenette staggered over, flopping down on the mattress. He groaned, burying his face in the pillow. "It's so cold."

Roxas sighed and pulled the blankets over the shivering older teen. "Your blood is changing," he explained as he snuggled up to Zexion. "I'm sorry my body isn't very warm."

Zexion started coughing. He brought his hands to his mouth, coughing into them for at least five minutes. When he moved them, his palms were scarlet. "R-Roxas-"

"You're just changing. I'm so sorry."

"My heart is beating so fast…"

"I know." Roxas hugged the other boy tighter. "It'll be over soon."

Zexion lay there, shivering and coughing. His head was throbbing and his entire body ached. Roxas took his hand and kissed his knuckles, then laced their fingers. The bluenette broke out in a cold sweat, coughing once again. "Water," he whispered, "Please. My mouth is so dry."

Roxas nodded. He cried out in pain when he stood and limped to the bathroom. He filled a small cup with clear water and returned to the bedroom. "Here," he said helping Zexion lift his head He tilted the cup back, pouring the contents into the other's mouth. The bluenette choked on the liquid, making a face. "I should have told you, you can't drink water. Open your mouth." Zexion obeyed, opening his mouth as he closed his eyes. "Your teeth are pointed, but they're not long yet"

"What's that mean?" Zexion whispered.

"You can't bite anything yet," Roxas answered. He brought his own arm to his lips and bit himself, cringing at the taste of his blood. "Here, Zeku. Take all you need." He put his bleeding wrist to Zexion's lips.

The bluenette started to turn away, but stopped. He had never smelled anything so delicious before. He grabbed the blonde's arm and licked his wrist before he could stop himself. "It tastes so sweet," he said sucking the wounds, "How is that possible?" Roxas's blood poured into his mouth and he swallowed, sucking for more.

"Zeku, ngh, I'm getting dizzy," Roxas said trying to take his arm back. The bluenette wouldn't let go. "P-please. I can't see…Zexion!"

He suddenly let go, a look of horror on his face. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"Instinct," the blonde muttered, holding his wrist. "And bloodlust."

"My mouth hurts-"

"Your fangs are growing. Ngh…you should try and get some sleep. My blood probably made you feel better," Roxas said laying down.

"Thank you."

"The red ring in your eyes is starting to appear," the blonde muttered. "You're almost done changing."

Zexion nodded, closing his eyes. He snuggled up to Roxas, wrapping his arms around the blonde. "Night," he said quietly.

"Goodnight, Zeku."

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Roxas slowly opened his eyes and stretched. Light streamed into the room from the edges of the window. He sat up and looked at Zexion's alarm clock on the night stand. 9:05. "I haven't been awake and it light out in awhile," he said to himself. He looked at the sleeping bluenette beside him. Zexion's skin had grown paler. There were dark circles around his eyes and his lips were grey. He lay back down, watching the other sleep. He snuggled up to him, nuzzling his face in his shoulder. The blonde could still smell the intoxication scent of blood. He bit down on his tongue, trying to ignore his urges.

The door bell suddenly went off, Roxas jumping at the noise. It rang again. He nudged Zexion and said, "Zeku, wake up. Someone's at the door."

The bluenette groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "It's Marluxia," he said, his voice slurred with sleep.

"Who?"

"My neighbor. He's been coming here every morning for about a year to give me a rose from his garden," Zexion explained as he got off the bed and pulled his shirt on. "He has a crush on me. He seriously freaks me out." He smoothed the fabric over his chest and looked back at Roxas, receiving a questioning look. "He acts like a pedophile rapist." The blonde raised his eyebrows in confusion. "I'll be back in a minute." Zexion gently kissed the other's forehead then walked into the rest of the house, thankful he had pulled the curtains the previous night.

He hesitated at the door, his fingers brushing against the brass. He unlocked it and stepped back in the dark safety of the house. "Door's open," he called. The knob twisted and the white, wooden door swung open, sunlight flooding into the room. He backed away, trying to escape the burning sunlight.

A tall man, seven inches taller than Zexion to be exact, stepped into the living room. A smirk was on his lips. He flipped his layered pink hair back and said,"Hello there, my flower. Something troubling you? You're shying away from me more than you usually do."

"Too bright," Zexion managed to say. Blisters began to form on his hands.

Marluxia closed the door, scanning the small house. "No wonder. All the curtains are closed. It's so dark and depressing in here." Zexion ignored him, rubbing the backs of his hands. Marluxia seized the bluenette in a one armed hug, kissing his forehead. "What happened to your neck, darling?"

Zexion touched the bandages around his throat. "It's nothing," he said adverting his eyes.

The pink-haired man shrugged, pulling the teen closer. "A flower for my little emo flower," he said extending a single red rose.

"Thanks," the slate-haired teen said taking the flower. He shrugged Marluxia's hand off his shoulder. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Now my dear Nightingale, is that anyway to act?" Marluxia said faking a pout, "I give you one of my precious flowers and you just throw me out. How rude." He wrapped his arms around the teen. "My, you're awfully cold. I could warm you up." He smirked, licking Zexion's ear.

The bluenette flinched and tried to push the older man away. "Marluxia, stop."

"Not my fault your cute little face just screams 'take me'." He kissed his neck above the bandages.

"It does not! Get off!" Zexion pushed him, the pink-haired man stumbling back.

"Oo! I like a good fight," he said advancing toward the teen.

"Marluxia, we've been over this," Zexion said in a stern voice, "I don't like you like that."

Marluxia ignored him, brushing his slate bangs out of his face. "How do you know you don't like something if you've never even tried it? And I'm tired of waiting." His smile resembled that of a devil; a devil that drew him close, hands trailing down his back. Zexion squirmed when the hands slipped inside his pants, grabbing his ass.

"Stop it!" the bluenette hissed, glaring at the other man, still trying to push him away. "I don't want-"

Marluxia silenced him by roughly pressing their lips together. He ignored Zexion's muffled protests, taking what he had wanted for a year. He slipped two of his fingers in the teen's tight entrance. Zexion cried out at the intrusion, allowing Marluxia to slip his tongue in his mouth. The appendage scraped against his fangs and he jumped away from the teen like he'd received an electric shock, Zexion falling to the floor. "What the hell?" the older man questioned staring at the bluenette, fear in his eyes. "I thought you looked sick but, what the hell?!"

Zexion looked up and Marluxia backed away, clearly horrified. "I won't hurt you," Zexion said quietly, "Though I should."

Marluxia laughed nervously. "Heh, um…sorry."

Zexion swallowed, tasting copper yet again. He held his breath as his taste buds perked up. He could smell a bitter coppery aroma, not as sweet as before, but still intoxicating. He looked at Marluxia who had blood on his lips. I cut his tongue, he thought watching the pink-haired man bring a hand to his mouth. He stared at the blood smeared on his fingers and looked back at Zexion fearfully.

The bluenette stood slowly, looking into the other's dark blue eyes. He fisted his hands, his fingernails digging into his palms. He stared intently at Marluxia, trying to ignore his urges…his new instinct telling him he needed blood. "Zexion?" the older man asked, lightly touching him.

The bluenette opened his mouth to tell him to leave, but couldn't form the words. The scent of blood was overpowered his senses, telling his body to attack. Before he could stop himself, he lunged at Marluxia, wrapping his arms around his neck and locking their lips. Zexion licked the blood off the other's lips, delving his tongue in his mouth, wanting to taste more. Marluxia smirked and muttered, "Finally," his hands groping the teen's ass once more. Zexion bit Marluxia's lower lip, wanting more blood. The older man yelped, raising a hand and bringing it down across Zexion's face, the loud pop echoing. "You little bitch!"

Zexion held his cheek, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. "Zeku?" Both looked up at the voice. Roxas was standing in the doorway, the blue nightshirt covering his boxers, hurt in his eyes.

"Roxas? …How long have you been standing there?" the bluenette asked, rubbing his stinging cheek.

"Long enough."

Marluxia looked at the boy, an evil smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "And who is this little angel? He's so cute...another monster by the looks of it."

Roxas's blue eyes widened slightly. "Marluxia, you should leave," Zexion whispered, deliberately not looking at the pink-haired man.

Marluxia's eyes narrowed at the order. Catching Zexion's look, red rings in his eyes glowing, he kissed his forehead quickly and said, "I'll see you later, my love." He grinned evilly at Roxas before leaving, the front door closing behind him.

"Roxas-"

"What was that?" the blonde asked, obviously hurt, "He was- and you were-"

"Roxas, it's not what it looks like," Zexion said, holding his hands up defensively.

"Not what it looks like?" the other repeated, "You were kissing him. His hands were down your pants. Please explain what you think that looks like, because what I saw was pure lust."

Zexion sighed sadly. "It was lust," he admitted, sinking to the couch, "But not at first. He came onto me. He started kissing me. He scraped his tongue on my fangs. I couldn't help myself. I wanted blood so badly. It tasted so good. Not nearly as sweet as yours, but still…"

Roxas sat beside him. "I'm sorry. I should have realized… Bloodlust is common for vampires. It makes you do crazy things at times. With you being new, it's even worse because you're not used to the urges."

Zexion nodded slowly. "I'm so sorry Roxas. I can't stand Marluxia and I just… Please forgive me. I don't love him. I love you."

Roxas looked at the bluenette. "What?"

Zexion's eyes widened. "I didn't mean-" he groaned and hid his face in his hands.

The blonde gently touched the other's leg. "Zeku-"

"I'm sorry. I've never felt like this before. I don't think it's lust, I liked you when I first saw you, but I could be wrong-"

"I love you too."

Zexion looked at him, Roxas meeting his gaze. "Really?" Roxas nodded. The older teen smiled and leaned in, connecting their lips. He pushed his tongue past the blonde's lips, swirling their tongues around each other. The bluenette leaned back against the arm of the couch, pulling Roxas close. The younger boy straddled Zexion's lap, never breaking their connection. Zexion groaned as Roxas began to roll his hips, their clothed erections rubbing together. The older teen responded by thrusting up, Roxas moaning in turn.

Zexion pulled away, smiling at the blonde. "You're so beautiful," he said caressing the other's face with his fingers.

"Thanks," Roxas muttered, looking away. He was looking at the red rose on the rug, the soft petals slightly crushed.

"You okay?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. I'm fine."

Zexion smiled at him. "Hey, get up. I'll make us some breakf- Crap…what are we going to eat?"

Roxas slowly crawled off him. "You have roses. We can't go hunting. The sun is out. We'll burn to a crisp."

"…we could always bite each other," Zexion suggested quietly.

Roxas nodded. "You first then?" He extended his arm, his wrist barely an inch from Zexion's lips.

The bluenette took his hand, lacing their fingers. "Don't let me drink too much this time," he said before sinking his fangs in the other's flesh, licking the wounds.

Roxas moaned in pain, his head falling back. Zexion sucked the other's wrist, swallowing the sweet and coppery liquid. He filled his mouth again, squeezing Roxas's hand. "Zeku…" Zexion pulled away quickly, his lips smeared with scarlet. Roxas rubbed his wrist, trying to get it to stop bleeding. "Sorry. I know you didn't get much. I just felt dizzy."

"I can eat a rose," Zexion said licking his lips and standing, "Thank you."

Roxas nodded. "Can you get me one too?"

The bluenette looked at him. "You're not going to bite me?"

The blonde shook his head. "I'm not really that hungry, so I'll just eat a rose."

"Oh…um, okay." Zexion walked into the kitchen, rubbing the back of his neck guiltily. He pulled two roses, one yellow and one white out of a vase and walked back in the living room.

Roxas was still holding his wrist, curled up next to a pillow. Zexion sat next to him, their thighs brushing together. "Here," he said holding out the white rose. Roxas took the flower and pulled one of the petals off, sticking it in his mouth. "So, you just eat it?" the bluenette asked examining the pale yellow rose he held.

"Stick it in your mouth and chew it," Roxas explained taking the white petal out of his mouth, "You're just getting the juice out." Zexion stuck a petal in his mouth and cringed. "Yeah, it's really bitter. But it helps." The blonde stuck three more snow white petals in his mouth.

Zexion spit the petal out, running his tongue along the roof of his mouth to get the bitter taste out of it. He pulled at the petals, not wanting to chew another one. He pierced the yellow with a fingernail, making a small box on the silky texture. He tossed the rose on the coffee table next to Roxas's chewed white petals and snuggled up to the blonde, nuzzling against his shoulder.

Roxas started coughing, dropping the almost bare rose. "You okay?" Zexion asked sitting up. The blonde's coughing became more violent. He wheezed, bringing his hand to his throat. "Oh my god, Roxas!" Zexion leaped up, forcing the other against the pillows. "Take slow, deep breaths."

"I…can't…" he managed to gasp between coughs. He gasped in pain, grabbing his chest.

Zexion bit his own wrist, holding it out. "Drink."

Roxas looked at his bloody arm, trying to fill his lungs with oxygen. "Zexion…" he whispered, taking in short, shallow breaths. His cerulean blue eyes rolled back in his head and his body slumped against the couch cushions.

"Roxas?!" Zexion shook him. "Please wake up!" He bit his fingernail nervously, looking around his house. "What do I do?" He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and think. No doctor would take a look at a vampire…or make a house call. Who could- Vexen. Zexion cringed at the thought, but the crazy scientist seemed like his only answer. He sighed and kissed Roxas's forehead. "I love you. I'll be back soon." Zexion grabbed a hoodie from the closet and pulled it on, pulling the hood up. He sighed and slipped outside into the sunlight.