Zexion knelt beside the dark-blue couch, gently nudging the still unconscious blonde. "Roxas?" The bluenette sighed, not receiving an answer. He carefully uncorked the small bottle, not letting a drop of the clear liquid slosh out. He pinched the sides of Roxas's jaw, forcing his mouth open. Zexion slowly poured the liquid in the other's mouth. Zexion held the younger's hand, watching him intently. Roxas still wouldn't move. Tears pooled in Zexion's ice blue eyes as he laid his head down on Roxas's arm, rubbing the back of the blonde's hand with his thumb.

Roxas suddenly groaned, the bluenette looking up at him, holding his breath. Cobalt blue eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times. "Roxas?" Zexion asked moving closer.

"Nn…yeah?"

"Thank god," the slate-haired teen breathed, hugging the blonde.

"What happened?" Roxas asked, his voice muffled against Zexion's shoulder.

"I'm not really sure." The bluenette let go and sat on the other end of the couch, pulling Roxas's legs into his lap. "You started coughing and passed out…after you ate the rose. I went over to Marluxia's and got a healing tonic. I'm glad it worked. I was worried."

Roxas smiled weakly, squeezing Zexion's hand. "Thank you- your hands are so blistered. You didn't have to go out in sunlight for me. I'm sorry-"

"There's no way I'd leave you unconscious," the bluenette said brushing Roxas's blonde bangs back, looking into his eyes, "You were barely breathing. I was scared."

"I'm sorry," Roxas muttered, looking down, their foreheads brushing.

Zexion tilted the blonde's chin up, their eyes meeting. "You're okay now. Don't be sorry." He moved closer, kissing him, gently caressing the younger's lips with his own.

Roxas wrapped his arms around the bluenette's neck, pulling him closer. Zexion's tongue darted out and pushed against the blonde's soft lips, silently asking permission. The younger opened his mouth slightly, the tips of their tongues touching. Zexion's tongue delved deeper in the moist cavity, running along the inside of Roxas's cheeks.

Roxas's eyes suddenly shot open and he pushed Zexion away. "What's wrong?" the bluenette asked, a hint of hurt in his voice.

"You taste like blood," Roxas said, his voice low, almost in anger.

"I bit you earlier, remember?" Zexion smiled faintly and moved back toward the blonde, wanting to resume their kiss.

The blonde stopped him, pushing against his shoulders. "I can't stand the taste of my own blood. It makes me sick…you bit Marluxia, didn't you?"

Zexion stared at him in disbelief. "I…couldn't help myself," he admitted, sitting up. "He was hurting me and I cut his face and the smell…I wanted his blood. So, I bit him."

"Hurt you? Wait…did you bite his neck?" Zexion nodded. "We're screwed."

"Huh?"

"He knows you. He knows your name and where you live. You think he won't turn you in as soon as he wakes up? And he knows I'm here. We're both dead." Roxas hugged his knees, sighing miserably.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't meant to. I couldn't help myself."

"You'll learn to control your bloodlust. All vampires have to, or else there wouldn't be any humans left in the city…we need to talk to Marluxia. Beg for our lives or hope the shock wiped it from his memory."

"Roxas, I'm sure he wouldn't turn us in. He has his weird obsession with me. What would he do if I didn't live here?"

"Buy a new obsession with the reward money he'd get for turning in two vampires. My name's been on the list for three years. He'd get filthy rich."

"…Shit. Wait, no way he's smart enough to know-"

"Zexion! We're not taking the risk! It's not fun to be running, trust me. You sleep in an alleyway usually in a garbage can or box so the sun doesn't burn you. You attack anyone you see. You can never stay in one spot very long. It sucks, Zeku," Roxas said hiding his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea." Zexion looked away, staring absentmindedly at a knot in the wood on the wall.

"Sorry," the blonde muttered, "I didn't mean to snap."

"It's okay." The older teen turned his attention back to the other boy. "…where will we go if we can't stay here?"

"I don't know. The park is a good place to hide for a while. Hardly anyone goes into the woods part."

Zexion nodded slowly. "When should I go talk to Marluxia?"

"I'd say as soon as the sun sets. You've gotten burned enough. I still can't believe you did that."

"I wasn't about to let you suffer." Ice blue eyes met cobalt blue eyes. "I don't want to lose you. This is going to sound lame, but I feel something between us…like a weird connection." He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around the blonde. "I don't want to break it."

Roxas snorted, stifled a laugh. "You're right. That was lame." He snuggled up against Zexion's chest. "Lame, but true. I feel it too."

"I love you Roxas. I mean it. I've never felt this way before," Zexion whispered, stroking the other's soft, blonde hair, almost like he was petting him.

Roxas moaned slightly, moving his head. Zexion snickered. "Did you just purr?"

"No!" Roxas hissed in a cracking voice, burying his face in Zexion's chest.

"Aw. You're like a little kitten."

"I am not!" Roxas whined, his voice cracking even more. He looked up at Zexion, pouting.

Zexion smiled, putting a hand on Roxas's cheek. He leaned forward, their foreheads touching. "You're so adorable," the bluenette muttered against the blonde's lips before connecting them in a gentle kiss. He smirked against the younger boy's lips as he started to run his fingers up and down Roxas's spine, petting him.

Roxas arched his back slightly, the moans in his throat returning. He kissed back, snuggling closer to Zexion, clinging to his shirt. Zexion slipped his hands beneath Roxas's nightshirt, still running his fingers along his spine. He leaned back against the couch cushions, pulling Roxas on top of him. Their tongues pushed against each other, the blonde's tongue slipping into the other's mouth for once. He pinned Zexion down by the shoulders, kissing him hungrily. "Roxas-" the bluenette managed to gasp out. Roxas ignored him, rolling his hips against the older boy, growling.

Zexion's ice blue ice blue eyes opened slightly. He gripped Roxas's upper arms as the blonde began nipping at his lower lip. Roxas knelt between Zexion's legs, kissing the other's jaw line. He tore the bandages around Zexion's neck, running his tongue along the side of his throat that didn't have puncture marks. Zexion groaned, feeling Roxas's clothed erection rubbing against his own. The feeling of Roxas's wet tongue against his cold skin was making his flesh tingle. He moaned, wrapping his legs loosely around the blonde. "Dammit, Roxas! Just bit me already!"

Roxas grinned, his lips still against Zexion's neck. "You sure about that? I'm kind of hungry."

"T-then bite me where you'll get the most," the bluenette moaned through the pleasure coursing through his body.

"Well okay, Zeku. But, I'd have to bite you here," Roxas explained, pinching the inside of Zexion's left thigh. The bluenette hissed, rolling his hips, and nodded. Roxas unbuttoned the older teen's lounge pants, pulling them down and off his body, tossing them to the floor. He scooted lower, gripping Zexion's leg. He smiled at the slate-haired boy before kissing his pale thigh, then sinking his fangs into his flesh.

Zexion bit his lower lip, whimpering in pain. A knot in his stomach began to coil tighter as Roxas fed off of him, his tongue running along the fresh wounds, saliva stinging the open sores. He reached down, gently gripping Roxas's blonde hair, his toes curling. Roxas pulled away and looked at Zexion, blood smeared on his lips and dripping down his chin. He crawled over the bluenette's body, straddling him and locking their lips. Roxas thrust his hips down, a moan escaping Zexion's throat. "You're that hard from me feeding off you?" Roxas whispered against the other's lips.

"I told you, I like pain," Zexion answered, kissing the blonde. "Please Roxas…take me."

The blonde pulled away quickly, staring at the other with wide eyes. "What?"

"Take me," the bluenette repeated, wrapping his legs tighter around Roxas, pulling his closer. "Like what I did to you."

"I c-can't do that!" Roxas stammered, "I don't know how!"

"You think I did? I was getting everything from books-"

"I don't read those kind of books!" He sat up, still straddling the older teen.

"You know what I did. Can't you try? Please?" Zexion reached up and grabbed the blonde by the shoulders, pulling him back down.

Roxas caught himself with his hands. He stared down at Zexion, their noses touching. The red in Zexion's eyes was glowing, a hazy film of lust over his eyes. He bent down and kissed the slate-haired teen, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Zexion moaned, wrapping his arms around Roxas. The blonde pulled away, gripping Zexion's hips. "Can I try something different?" he sighed, almost in relief, when the bluenette nodded. The younger wrapped his fingers around Zexion's boxers and pulled them down around his ankles. He started kissing the other's stomach, Zexion shivering in pleasure. Roxas kissed lower and lower until his lips were brushing against the bluenette's throbbing manhood He blew on the tip before snaking his tongue out, pressing it into the other's slit.

Zexion moaned loudly, tossing his head back. He grabbed Roxas by the hair, yet again, feeling the blonde suck lightly on the tip of his cock. He thrust his hips upward, Roxas pinning him down, taking more and more of the bluenette's length, sucking more harshly. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore his gag reflex as he bobbed his head up and down.

Zexion moaned again. The feeling of his member encased in the tight, wet cavity of Roxas's throat was euphoric. He tightened his grip on Roxas's hair as his stomach knotted tighter. "Ngh…Roxas…" The blonde didn't move. He started humming, moving his tongue against the bottom of Zexion's shaft. Zexion cried out, releasing into the other's mouth, Roxas swallowing nearly all of it.

Zexion sat up slowly, his eyes wide. "Y-you okay?"

Roxas nodded, licking the white liquid from his lips. "You taste really good…sweet." He resumed his previous position, straddling the other teen. He smiled warmly at the bluenette before kissing him. Zexion's arms and legs were back around the blonde, pulling him as close as possible, kissing him back. Roxas absentmindedly trailed his hand down Zexion's body, slipping it between his thighs.

Without warning, someone began violently banging on the door, causing both boys to pull apart started. "Open up! It's the police!"

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