Chapter Eight

School seemed to take forever and Roxas couldn't figure out why he was nervous. He looked like crap, felt like crap, and he was about to go to dinner with some guy he couldn't stand. Axel met him at the doors of the school and slid an arm around his waist. The boy tensed at the movement and scowled at the other. He was telling him to let go with his eyes, but the oblivious Axel didn't seem to notice.

They walked to the car in silence and Roxas groaned as he buckled himself. Axel seemed tense; he drove in silence and smoked three cigarettes in the short span of ten minutes. "Are you alright?" Roxas asked slowly as they pulled into the driveway of a huge ass mansion.

He was richer then rich, this man was a king. It looked like it had five, maybe six stories. Axel stopped in front of the garage and shrugged, "It's nothing. I just don't like my family all that much."

He turned slightly so Roxas caught a glimpse of the three earrings he had in his ear. Two were hoops on top and one stud in the lobe. It made him look dangerous and Roxas found he kind of liked it. The red head got out of the car not noticing the other staring at him. Roxas was surprised when Axel didn't touch him, grab him, or make a move. Instead, he walked for the front door beckoning the blonde to his side.

"Let's get this over with!"

They walked inside the giant mansion making Roxas exceedingly uncomfortable but Axel sent him a reassuring glance. "This place is a lot bigger than I thought."

"Master Axel, your family is waiting in the back dining room."

The crimson haired male waved a hand and pulled Roxas along, "I know, they texted me. I'll see to it I get there on time."

Roxas squirmed nervously as they walked down huge hallways filled with pictures, vases, and everything else. "Fancy."

"Dad likes to show off that he has money. Kind of a waste if you ask me, but what the hell ever, right?" Roxas couldn't help but miss the bitterness in Axel's voice. It was as if he really hated his father.

They entered a massive dining room making Roxas feel unbelievably small. He almost clung to Axel for comfort, but the red head was already moving towards the table with a sigh. He was wearing a band t-shirt and tight black pants. The way those pants made his ass look….Roxas found himself biting his lip and getting stared at. He moved quickly to keep up with the taller male's strides.

"Nice of you to join us finally." The dad retorted with cat like eyes. They were yellow, sickening. Roxas didn't like the way he was being stared at.

"Mom, dad, this is Roxas. He is a friend of mine from school and I thought it would be nice of you to meet one of my more normal friends."

Roxas managed a small smile and then stared at his plate. "Nice to meet you." He mumbled softly.

The father returned his attention to his son with a glare, "Must you come looking like you're from the street? This piercing thing is getting out of control."

Axel grinned and deliberately licked his lips. A tongue ring. When had he gotten that? His father's eyes bulged from his head and he stood abruptly. "Not in my house!"

"What's wrong, dad? Don't believe in freedom of expression anymore?" Axel was pushing his limits. Even Roxas could tell and he'd never met the man before.

Axel's mother had soft, red hair and pale skin. She looked more like her son then her husband did. That was a hair color that only this family could produce. Another long, red haired male walked in with hands in his pockets. This one bore a very close resemblance to Axel, though he appeared more punk then the other.

He had a lip ring, an eyebrow ring, and his eyes were lined in black. His pants were leather, tight as all hell, and his shirt showed off some of his toned stomach. Roxas raised an eyebrow as this one too sat down at the dinner table.

"My sons are lunatics." The dad growled his eyes narrowing at the new comer.

Green eyes like a cat. Roxas looked at the other red head that was staring him down intently. A smile formed on his thin lips, his body leaned forward as he grabbed his cup of water. "Hello, I don't believe we've met."

He could feel Axel tense beside him. "Reno, don't do anything. This is Roxas a friend from school. I would really appreciate if this one came back." His tone seemed to suggest something else, but Roxas didn't get it. He was too preoccupied staring at the intense red in front of him.

He looked just like Axel. "What would I possibly do to him? He's adorable." Reno's fingers laced together and Roxas sat back in his chair flushing red. No one had made him feel like this in a long time, he was all hot and bothered. It was an unpleasant feeling.

The rest of the dinner was silent. Reno stared at Roxas, Roxas stared at his plate, and Axel stared at his brother. Nothing had ever been that uncomfortable before. When the meal was over Axel stood and pushed away from the table motioning a good bye to his family. Roxas wasn't sure if he was allowed to follow until Axel paused in the doorway.

"You can come with me, Roxas." The green eyes from across the room told him not to move, but Axel's pleaded with him to get up.

Roxas didn't think he could move faster as he thanked the parents and took off for the familiar red head. Reno was terrifying and Roxas wasn't too keen on the dad thing either. He sighed in relief when the doors shut behind them, his heart beating normally again.

Axel rubbed the back of his head and sighed, "Sorry I had no right dragging you to that. I didn't think my idiot brother would be here tonight. He never is."

"Does he not go to our school?" Roxas asked in a hushed tone.

Axel winced and shook his head, "No, mom and dad didn't want us together. Twins cause trouble you know?" He slipped his hands into Roxas' and pulled him up the stairs. "Come on; let's get our mind off that hell thing."

How could someone like Axel live in a place like this? Roxas had judged him pretty badly before. He half wished he could take everything back he had said about the guy, but really he didn't. He sat there and stared at the red head trying to figure out why he laughed and smiled all the time.

"Are you happy here?" His voice was quiet as he stared at Axel softly. "Why do you stay?"

"I'm seventeen with nowhere to go, Roxas. If I could leave I would, but unfortunately it is not possible at this time." He smirked and winked slightly, "Is that worry I detect in your voice?"

"No." Roxas snapped quickly. He reverted to his old self as he was dragged into Axel's room.

It was clean, like spotless. "Not something I expected." He murmured in surprise. The few posters he had on his wall were of his favorite bands, but besides that everything else was spotless and tidy.

"Yeah well, that's what happens when you have maids. They like to make the place look like it's not lived in." Again he sounded a tad bitter about the whole thing.

Roxas moved forward and sat on the bed sighing. "I'm sorry I judged you, Axel."

The red head grinned and sat next to the small blonde touching his shoulder. Roxas didn't jerk away like he normally would and that only gave Axel a spurt of courage. "Can we be friends now?"

A smile teased Roxas' lips and he gave a quick nod. "I don't see why not. You have proven me wrong."

The red head leaned forward with a wide smile, "I told you I wasn't all that bad."

Roxas could feel Axel's breath mix with his. It was warm, smelt like smoke. Something he had started to not mind. "I suppose you were right then."

The smaller male closed the gap before he realized what he was doing. His lips brushed Axel's; his cheeks went from white to red. Jerking back he stared at his hands in confusion and embarrassment. It was the smallest of kisses but it was oh so sweet.

Axel waited approximately five seconds before his finger found Roxas' chin and he made the blonde look up at him. "Let me be right about one more thing too."

He slid his lips onto Roxas' once more and watched the blonde beneath him melt. It was a smooth, gentle kiss something Axel wasn't used to. Most of his partners were rough, aggressive but this was a cute, timid kiss.

Roxas felt like he was flying for a moment, his body went from ice to fire. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips harder against Axel's and managed to wrap his arms around the other's neck. Axel moaned into the kiss before falling onto his back so Roxas was lying on top of him. The blonde blushed fiercely and scrambled to move but the red head held him there.

"I think someone likes me a little more then they want me to know." Axel smirked lightly.

Roxas scowled letting his head rest on Axel's chest. "You wish."

A/N

Yay, a touchy moment. This story is almost over! Sorry I haven't updated in a bit, been kind of busy.