Sorry this chapter is kinda long guys. It was longish in the rp as well. Thanks to all of those who have been reviewing! It means a lot to hear from people.

"Roxas…Roxas, wake up!" The blonde groaned at his name and rolled over. Zexion shook him again. "Come on, get up. It's been dark outside at least twenty minutes."

Roxas sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. "Ngh…sorry."

"It's okay. Here are your clothes. I'll be back in a minute."

Roxas nodded, taking the bundle from Zexion. The older kissed him on the forehead and walked to the bathroom, disappearing inside. Roxas sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off the blue nightshirt Zexion had given him. He pulled his tee-shirt back on. He lifted the collar to his nose, smelling lavender fabric softener. He stood and pulled the lounge pants off, pulling his jeans on.

Zexion walked out of the bathroom, holding his wrist, wincing slightly. "Nn…ready to go?"

Roxas eyed him for a second. "Zeku, did you just-"

"I do it every night. It's not a big deal," the bluenette said adverting his eyes.

"…you might want to wrap it up." Zexion extended his arm, revealing a large band-aid on his wrist. "Oh."

"It wouldn't stop bleeding…"

Roxas sighed and shook his head. "Let's go," he said quietly, walking into the living room.

Zexion nodded, following. He took a key off a hook in the entranceway and opened the door. They both stepped out into the night air, Zexion locking the door. They hurried across the lawn toward Marluxia's house. Zexion opened the gate of a white fence that surrounded the property. "Wow. He's got a lot of roses," Roxas said following Zexion up the walkway, looking at the colorful plants snaked around stakes.

"He loves flowers," the bluenette said walking up the porch stairs to the door. Roxas remained standing on the path as Zexion took a deep breath and knocked on the wood.

"The door's open!"

Zexion glanced at Roxas before opening the door slowly, stepping into the house. Marluxia was stretched out on the couch, his eyes closed, holding what looked like a bag of ice to the side of his neck. He opened his eyes and sat up quickly when he saw the bluenette. "Oh. Heh, hello Zexion."

"Wow. You actually called me by name," the teen said bringing a hand to his mouth nervously.

"Did you need anything?" he asked wrapping his hands around his neck, almost like he was guarding it.

"I…just wanted to apologize for before," Zexion muttered, his eyes on the hard wood floor.

"Oh." Marluxia lowered his hands, gesturing them by waving them in the air. "It's no big deal, really…" It was obviously a lie. He laughed nervously and clamped his hands back on his neck.

"It's no big-" Zexion cut himself off, noticing the fear in Marluxia's eyes. "…I'm not going to bite you again. I couldn't- you were- I could hear-" The teen groaned, bringing his hands to his head.

Marluxia raised an eyebrow and slowly lowered his hands. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when Roxas peered into the home. "Zeku, we better go. It's getting late."

"Go?" Marluxia repeated, "Where are you two going?"

Zexion bit his lower lip. "Someone's…hunting us. We can't stay at my house anymore. It's not safe."

"Oh, you poor darlings," Marluxia said with an obvious fake sweetness in his voice. "Where ever will you go?" Zexion shrugged. The pink-haired man smirked, standing. "Nonsense. You're staying here."

"What?" Roxas said, stepping inside. The door swung shut behind him.

"You would really let us?" Zexion asked, looking up in disbelief.

Marluxia's smirk widened as he wrapped an arm around the bluenette's shoulders. "But of course, dear Nightingale. Vexy and I have plenty of room. You can stay as long as you need to."

"Doesn't hiding next door sound very predictable?" Roxas asked crossing his arms.

"Vexen is one of the top scientific minds in the country. I know for a fact they would believe him if he said you weren't here," the older man said ruffling the teen's blonde hair.

Roxas scowled, fixing his hair. Zexion smiled with relief. "Thank you so much, Marluxia."

"Ah ah ah. You are welcome to stay here…" He bent down, his lips brushing against Zexion's ear. "On one condition, darling…you have to sleep with me tonight."

"Wha-" Zexion's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. "No. No way. I'd rather sleep on the street."

Roxas took the bluenette's hand, lacing their fingers. "Come on Zeku. We'll just stick with out original plan." He pulled him toward the door.

"You two obviously don't watch the news," Marluxia said smirking. They stopped. Zexion turned to look at him. "Axel Kagi has been spotted in the neighboring city. Vampire hunters are swarming the streets like rats. Have fun finding a place to hide." He held out his hand, as if looking at his fingernails.

Agonizing silence began to eat away at the minutes. Zexion took a deep breath and said in a shaky voice, "Roxas…we have to stay here."

"What?!" the blonde said grabbing his arm. "No! You-"

"We'll be killed if we're caught on the streets." Zexion squeezed his hand before letting go. He stepped forward, locking his gaze with Marluxia's. "We would like to stay here."

The pink-haired man grinned evilly. "My bedroom is this way," he said draping an arm around Zexion's shoulders, leading him to the back of the house.

"Zexion!"

"Oh, don't worry, little angel. You'll be occupied as well," Marluxia said opening a door by the hallway. "Guess who got home about an hour ago?" He made a…disturbing excited face before calling down the stairs. "Oh, Vexy!"

"What?" Roxas said, his eyes widening. "No."

"Would you rather wilt in the streets, my weak angel?"

Roxas's face fell. He shook his head slowly, his eyes on the floor. Zexion took a ragged breath in, trying to fight back tears. It wasn't working too well; they stared streaming down his cheeks.

An older man with long, blonde hair suddenly appeared from the stairs. He was dressed in a white lab coat and was wiping a large knife covered in something that looked suspiciously like blood. "What do you want Marluxia? I was in the middle of an experiment-" He cut himself off, spotting Roxas and Zexion.

"We have guests, Vexy," Marluxia said pulling Zexion closer to his side. He smirked before continuing. "Little Roxas here wants to help you with an experiment."

Vexen smiled a twisted smile. "That's wonderful." He lifted Roxas's head up by the chin. "Beautiful eyes, red rings in the corneas…" He forced Roxas's jaw open. "Sharpened canines. A perfect vampire specimen." He ran his fingers through the teen's blonde hair, tightening his grip at the back of his head. Roxas winced slightly in pain. "Thank you Marluxia. I've been wanting to study a monster for a while."

"I'm not- ow!" Roxas whimpered as Vexen pulled on his hair.

"You're welcome, my dear. Have a ball. Zexy and I will be in the bedroom." Marluxia pulled Zexion toward the hallway.

The bluenette looked back at Roxas. Vexen was holding the knife against his throat, pressing so hard, blood was dripping down Roxas's neck. Vexen leaned down and kissed him, the little blonde's eyes widening fearfully. "I'm sorry Roxas," Zexion whispered as Marluxia led him into the bedroom.

The pink-haired man locked the door. He stepped closer to Zexion and pushed the teen onto the bed, straddling him. He pressed his lips against the bluenette's, kissing him roughly. Zexion whimpered, pushing against Marluxia's shoulders. The older man pulled away and slapped the teen, his hand getting wet from Zexion's tears. "Enjoy it. Or I'll leave you to the rats in the street." He unbuttoned the bluenette's jeans and pulled them down. More tears fell from Zexion's eyes as Marluxia pulled his boxers off. He gasped in pain as two fingers pushed inside of him, rubbing dryly against his inner walls. "Hurt? Tell me how it feels."

"Nn! P-please stop!" Zexion begged, his hands fisting around the sheets.

"Wrong answer~" Marluxia sung, plunging his fingers deeper.

Zexion cried out in pain. Marluxia silenced him with a kiss, adding a third finger. The bluenette's petite body jolted as the fingers hit his prostrate, stars bursting in his vision. He groaned as the spot was attacked over and over. "S-stop…"

"I can hardly spread my fingers apart. You're so tiny." Marluxia kissed the teen, smiling a devilish smile. He sat up, still pumping his fingers in and out of the petite boy beneath him.

Zexion tightly closed his eyes. He bit his lower lip, trying not to let another whimper of pain escape. He choked, fighting back tears as he heard a zipper. Marluxia removed his fingers. Zexion's eyes shot open when he felt the head of the older man's cock probe against his entrance. He pushed against the pink-haired man's chest. "P-please Marluxia. I'll pay you if y-you let us stay here. A-any price. I don't want this. Not f-from you."

Marluxia laughed through his nose. "Money is nothing to me, Zexion. All I want is you." He thrust into the teen in one swift movement, the bluenette practically screaming in pain, arching his back so far, it popped.

"Ow! You're too big!" Zexion managed to scream.

"Why, thank you," Marluxia said with a smirk. He pulled almost all of the way out before thrusting back in, even harder. He continued this, moving his hips against Zexion as fast and hard as he could.

The bluenette was sobbing. His tight, no longer virgin passage was stretching to the point of bleeding. A wide range of emotions was building inside of him, making his stomach ache. His arms suddenly started stinging, as if they'd been cut into…but they hadn't. He screamed again.

"Must I gag you to make you shut up?" Marluxia growled, pressing his hand against the teen's mouth.

Zexion sniffed, glaring at him. He opened his mouth and before Marluxia could move his hand, bit him, his fangs piercing the skin. "Ow! You little bitch!" Marluxia brought his hand down, slapping Zexion across the face. The bluenette squeaked, his cheek stinging. He fell silent, tears splashing down his face. Marluxia grabbed his leg, forcing the teen on his side, thrusting into him deeper. "I should pull your little teeth out," Marluxia hissed.

Zexion ignored him, not moving at all, crying silent tears. A bloodcurdling scream suddenly rang out from the next room. Zexion looked at the door, his eyes wide. His stomach started stinging, again like from the kiss of a blade. He pushed against Marluxia and sat up. "Roxas-"

Marluxia shoved him back down on the bed. "You're not going anywhere, my flower."

Another scream. Anger boiled inside of Zexion. He glared at Marluxia, ice blue eyes turning glowing red, baring his fangs.

Marluxia stopped moving, looking at the bluenette fearfully. "What the hell?"

"Get off," Zexion hissed. His ears became pointed and veins in his face popped out.

Marluxia leaned back, his dark-blue eyes widening in fear. "I-"

Zexion growled, knocking the pink-haired man to the floor in one shove. He stood and pulled his pants back on, not even wincing in pain. He glared down at Marluxia whose jaw fell open as black and red, leathery wings spread from Zexion's back. The bluenette wrenched the door open, actually tearing it from the hinges, and stormed into the kitchen.

Roxas was strapped to the kitchen table, naked. He had cuts all over his arms and legs, all bleeding vigorously. Vexen was straddling his shoulders, shoving his member down the little blonde's throat, pressing a large blade into his chest. Roxas was whimpering, barely conscious. "Get off of him," Zexion hissed, balling his hands into fists.

Vexen scowled and looked up. He gasped and practically jumped off of Roxas, backing away slowly. "Y-you-"

Zexion growled, silencing the older man. He un-strapped Roxas, gently touching his face. "I'm so sorry Roxas."

The blonde looked at him, his eyes fluttering, trying to stay open. "Zeku- nn…you're in your true form," he muttered.

"We're leaving," Zexion said picking up Roxas's boxers and tee-shirt. He helped the younger teen into them, Roxas groaning in pain. "Just rest." He picked Roxas up, kissing his forehead.

"Stop," Vexen ordered, holding the knife out with one hand and holding his pants up with the other. Marluxia appeared at the hall doorway, armed with a pocketknife.

Zexion hissed at both of them, baring his fangs. "Take a step closer, and I'll rip your throats out."

"You'll be killed if you go out there," Marluxia said locking their gaze.

"I don't care." The bluenette glared at Vexen. "Give me something that will heal him."

"Or what?" the scientist said, tightening his grip on the knife.

"Or I'll kill you," Zexion hissed, "You two had no right to hurt us. Roxas is barely conscious. Give me something now."

Vexen blinked, his breath shallow. He sighed angrily and pointed at the counter. "Top drawer. There's four small bottles. It can cure anything."

Marluxia looked at Vexen, dumbfounded, as Zexion got the bottle. "Are you insane? You want to help them?"

"Of course not. Do you really want to take on a vampire in his true form? He's twice as strong. He'd kill you."

Zexion pocketed the bottle and got a better grip on Roxas. "We're leaving. Don't follow us. Don't call the police or whatever the hunters are called- leave us alone," he said heading for the door. He glared at them before walking out the door. He hurried down the path and sidewalk, hurrying back to his house.

"Ngh…w-where are we going?" Roxas groaned as Zexion carried him up the walk.

"Home. You need to lay down," Zexion whispered. His wings folded back and disappeared. The veins in his face went back to normal and his eyes were slowly fading back to ice blue. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, shutting it.

"They'll find us-"

"No they won't. If they come here, they're not getting in." He laid the blonde down on the couch. "Here, drink this and rest. I'll get band-aids."

Roxas took the little bottle and downed the liquid. He slumped back against the pillows and closed his eyes. Zexion kissed his forehead and hurried into the next room.

Zexion returned with the first aid kit and knelt by the couch. "Feel any better?" he asked tearing a bandage open.

"Yes actually," Roxas said holding his arms out. The deep gashes had reduced to tiny cuts. He fisted his hands a few times then looked at Zexion. "I feel really warm for a change."

"Warm? Well that's weird," the bluenette said inspecting Roxas's wounds. "You don't need a band-aid anymore. Looks like we got a strong tonic this time." Roxas smiled and Zexion leaned in, connecting their lips.

"Your lips are so cold," the younger teen said, bringing a hand to his mouth.

"Yours are…warm." Zexion stared at the carpet, thinking. "There's no way- vampire's blood is cold, right?" The blonde nodded. "Then, how do you explain…Roxas, what happened to the red in your eyes?"

"What?"

"It's gone. The rings in your eyes are gone."

Roxas's eyes widened. "…I think that tonic worked a little too well."

A/N Another cliffhanger! Mwahahaha!!

Oh, and for those that are curious, the reason Roxas got so sick before is because the rose he ate somehow got intertwined with a Jimson weed. AKA VERY poisonous plant. That minor detail kinda got cut out of the story. Go figure.