Disclaimer- Whoever honestly thinks I own Kingdom Hearts is retarded...

Warnings- Possible blackmail, alcohol consumption, Larxene/Marluxia and more boy-love.

A/N- Ha! I wrote half of this chapter by candlelight/Ipod backlight. Lightning hit a giant tree in front of my house and it fell on a power line completely knocking out my power and even causing a fire! So sorry I couldn't update sooner, but like I said, I had no power and I was at my grandmother house. Our neighborhood was evacuated. But I'm ok and so is everyone else. So I hand wrote the chapter XD

Protecting Me

Chapter 7: Wasted Night

You listen to me when

I speak out loud and you

You know right when my heart's been bent...

There was nothing, absolutely nothing, more irritating then having to wake up early on a Friday morning. Since Friday was everyone's day off it seemed ridiculous for Xemnas to wake them all up this early in the morning. That overly obnoxious morning bell rung throughout the halls as always, leaving a buzzing sensation with Axel's body as it died down.

'Every. Damn. Day...' He groaned and rubbed at his tightly closed eyes. His body still felt heavy from the long nights sleep. Most likely it would take every ounce of will power he had in him to crawl out of bed... or even open his eyes for that matter.

Another set of deep azure eyes stared up at the double bed before him. A tiny black stuffed animal lay abandoned at a pair of small feet since his hands were already busy carrying something else. With determination he climbed onto the bed and crawled over to the figure trying to get back to sleep with the blankets tucked up to his chin. Roxas brought the object he carried up to his eye, taking careful aim. Axel's deep green eyes opened slightly as he felt a weight beside him.

"Rox..." He moaned groggily, his eyes opening fully until:

SNAP!

A bright light erupted from the machine in the toddler's hands, causing Axel to blink rapidly. His eyes burned from the shock.

"What the HECK are you doing?" White dots danced before the redhead's eyes. Roxas seemed to find humor in Axel's pain. Evidence of this? He had fallen over onto his stomach laughing uncontrollably.

"Just takin' youw pictuwe." He finally managed to say through his laughter. "Told ya you look funny when you sleep!" Roxas flipped the camera around so that Axel could see a preview of what could have been wonderful blackmail. For his sake he hoped Roxas was to young to remember what blackmail was. The both of them were certainly pros when it came to that department.

"Roxas," Axel used his elbow to prop himself up. "Where in the worlds did you get that?"

"Mmmm," Roxas lost interest in the camera, leaving it by Axel as he slid off the bed. He took Sora into his arms, hugging the stuffed animal close. "You didn't wake up, so I went ta see Demy. He gave it ta me to bowwow."

'Demyx... Figures... ' Axel pushed himself up into a sitting position. He took the camera, pressing down the 'preview pictures' button with his thumb. ' Well, look at what we have here!' A victorious smirk crossed Axel's face.

Picture one: Axel, Demyx and a teenage Roxas making weird faces into the camera. Picture two: Zexion reading. Picture three: Zexion drinking tea. Picture four: Zexion sleeping in his library chair. Picture five: Zexion writing... Well, after seeing more then he cared to see the camera was tossed aside. Axel shuffled past Roxas, ruffling the blonde's hair affectionately along the way.

Roxas looked up smiling. "Whewe ya goin'?"

Axel opened up the door to his closet, noticing Roxas come up behind him in the full-length mirror. His hair was thrown every which way, worse than usual if that was even possible, and his black boxers had dropped a bit past his hips. Since getting dressed seemed like a waste of time, day off and all, he simply pulled a white sleeveless shirt from his closet, folding it over his arm for now. Axel pulled a shopping bag from the top of his closet. He picked from it a pair of black pants, a white T-shirt and tiny blue boxers. He shoved them into the toddler's arms.

"You get dressed, I need to take a shower." And on that note Axel slammed the door shut, leaving Roxas alone with a tangled mess of clothes.

A moment passed where Roxas just stood with Sora safely in one hand and the clothes balled up in the other. His reflection in Axel's mirror blinked back at him. The clothes and Sora fell to the ground as Roxas threw his new pajama top over his head. He picked up his day shirt, turning it over so he could shove his head through. Even with the light on, being trapped in a shirt made everything suddenly dark. He let out a soft "Oof" as he fell over onto his bottom. Luckily the fall caused his head to pop through the other side of the shirt. Roxas gave himself a toothy accomplished grin, admiring himself in the mirror.

Axel followed his normal daily routine. A steaming hot shower, clothes, hairspray, heavy eyeliner, and to top it all off he normally ended up letting his mind wander to the days possible events.

'Breakfast? Nah, probably missed it by now. Not like many people go to breakfast on our day off anyway.' He threw open the bathroom door, headed back to his room after a relaxing shower. 'Fine with me. I wasn't all that hungry anyway. Ah right! It's Friday! I suppose Demyx would still want to keep up on our tradition, even with Roxas in his state. Rox will probably still enjoy it.' He smiled to himself as he ascended the stairs. ' I'm sure Rox wouldn't mind finally having that ice cream for breakfast as well...' Finally he reached his door marked with a number eight.

"Axel, Axel, Axel!" He didn't even have to get one foot in the room without being attacked by his friend. Roxas's smile was the biggest Axel had seen from him in a while. He stood in front of Axel, spinning around in his new clothes. "Lookit! I did it! Did I do it?" Axel covered his mouth to conceal laughter. Unfortunately he would have to break Roxas's tiny non-existent heart.

"It would be perfect IF your shirt wasn't inside out and backwards." Roxas crossed his arms. To him the shirt seemed just fine the way it was. Axel stuck his tongue out at Roxas, leaning down to lift the shirt over his head. "The tag goes in back, like this." He demonstrated as he pulled the shirt back over the toddler's head. Once Roxas was satisfied with his look, Axel picked him up to head down to the rec. room.

"Whewe we goin' now?"

"Tradition. Friday morning television. Me, you and Demyx. Ringing any bells yet?" Once Axel got a blank stare as a reply, he added: "And you can have some sea salt ice cream for breakfast." Roxas definitely knew what that meant. The second he heard "Ice cream" and "Breakfast" in the same sentence his eyes grew ten times wider.

"Weally! Thank you Ax!"

xXx

The recreation room was probably everyone's favorite room. Yes, somewhere deep down inside even the higher up snobs enjoyed this room. The recreation room had a different feel to it, a homier feel to it. Unlike the rest of the dull gray and white castle that made them feel as if they lived in a factory, this room made them feel like they were going to a place they could actually call "home". The room wasn't blinding white, but instead a bearable off white with a fuzzy white rug in the middle of a light hardwood floor. A few couches, covered in pillows and blankets, surrounded a television on one end of the room. At the other end was a table that Luxord usually practiced cards at, a reclining chair that Zexion usually relaxed in, and a cabinet that stored anything the others wanted to fill it with. Mostly it was filled with stuff Demyx was too lazy to carry back up to his room at night.

Axel and Roxas used to always spend a lot of time in said room. Sitting up late, talking, and watching T.V. in such an environment gave them both a strange feeling of reality. A normal reality. Not their reality, but the type of reality Axel thought Roxas deserved. The both of them certainly wanted it equally.

Axel situated the toddler on one of the couches, handing him the remote to keep him happy while he prepared the ice cream.

"G'Morning Axel!" A dark swirling portal opened on the back wall of the kitchen, fading away to reveal Demyx. Free from his normal Organization dress code, the sitarist wore black wrist cuffs, a large pair of headphones dangling from his neck, slim fitting black jeans held up by a studded belt, and a light blue t-shirt with some band logo Axel had never heard of in his life. He completed his look with a pair of black high tops and some hoop earrings climbing up his ear.

"Man is my new sitar great! You should stop by my room sometime and hear it."

"Mmhmm" Was all Axel said in response. He scooped some more ice cream into a bowl. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Demyx pour himself some coffee. Axel, now with ice cream in hand, nudged Demyx on his way out the door.

"Yanno, there were an awfully lot of pictures of Zexy on that camera of yours... Oh wait, I forgot. Only you're allowed to call him Zexy."

The clinking of Demyx's spoon against the sides of his coffee cup stopped. The sitarist turned to Axel, his face was a bit red.

"S-so I w-was talking to Luxord this morning and he said that training yesterday was brutal. Good thing we were at the mall huh?" He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Axel rolled his eyes at how obvious Demyx's distraction was. He played along, seeing as Demyx was trying so hard to divert the subject.

"Yeah. Lucky us." The two of them walked back down the hall together, not a word coming from Demyx of course. His mind was most likely elsewhere. Axel unnecessarily kicked open the door to the recreation room. The noise the door made when it came in contact with the wall oddly triggered Demyx to speak again.

"I was recording Zexion's day for research!" He seemed to be desperately trying to defend himself even though Axel had dropped the subject back in the kitchen.

"Yeah Okay. I won't say a word." He said with a smirk.

Axel's didn't set foot in the room, instead opting to stand in the doorway. Demyx gave him a curious nudge, wondering why he was just standing there. Axel averted his gaze down to his feet. Peculiar... No "Axey!" or leg attack that he normally earned when he walked into a room containing Roxas. He wasn't even sitting on the couch where Axel left him. All the blankets, pillows and even the remote was missing. "Rox?"

"Ax!" A small voice came from the back of the room. Luxord's game table was draped with blankets. Two blankets overlapped to form what looked like a flip doorway. "I made it fow us! Like it?" Roxas' tiny head appeared from under the flap. Axel gave him a look of indifference but in an instant Demyx had already scurried off into Roxas's tent.

"I haven't been in one of these things in ages!" Demyx's torso stuck out of the tent, his eyes focused on whatever cartoon was on TV. Roxas's inculpable gaze was still centered on Axel.

"I made it all fow us. It's ouw secwete spot now." The affection laced into such an innocent voice caused Axel's attitude to soften as well, and soon he too was crammed under the small tent next to Roxas.

The unbreakable trio stayed in their confined tent under the small game table for what seemed like all day. Their heads poked out of one end so that they could still space out to the television. After finishing off his ice cream Roxas found a comfortable spot on Axel's lap. The redhead's fingers intertwined into the blond locks, leaning against a pillow. Demyx gained control of the remote, the whole while he rambled on about everything and anything he could think of. The whole scene had a familiarity to it. Especially when Demyx turned the channel to a show Roxas hated. He flew out of Axel's lap to lunge for the remote.

"Give it!" Roxas stretched up to try to reach Demyx's arm held up high.

"Hey! You gave me the remote!"

"I had it fiwst!"

"Finders keepers shorty." Demyx rolled over so that the remote was tucked under his stomach, earning a pout from Roxas.

Yup, still the same Roxas. Axel couldn't help but admit he had a soft spot for the new Roxas. Everything seemed so similar to the way things were, but this time they had a hint of innocence mixed within. Even though it wasn't what he was used to, he felt this strange sense of nostalgia around the new Roxas. He sort of liked it... Axel shook his head. 'Enough of my mush for today, Roxas is right. This show is awful!'

"Alright, give me the damn remote." Axel tore the remote from Demyx's hands.

"No!" Both blonds cried simultaneously. Axel stuck out his tongue mockingly at them both.

"We watch what I want now." The TV flashed black for a quick second before settling on a new channel. A knock on the door brought Demyx from his dissatisfaction. He stood up, mumbling something about Axel being unfair along the way, to get the door.

"Ready to go?" The second the door was pulled open a sleek black and gray ponytail fell in front of Demyx's face. He looked up to the ceiling, smiling at Xigbar. The older man was dressed boldly in a low cut black silk shirt and tight black jeans to match. Standing below him dressed in their street clothes were Zexion, Luxord, Marluxia and Larxene.

"I've been ready all day. Let's go already!" Demyx feverishly called forth a portal for him and the rest of them to step through.

"Hold on a second!" Axel crawled out from under the table tent, confusion apparent on his face. "Where the heck are you all going?"

"Some new club opened up in Twilight Town," Luxord turned from the portal to lean against the back wall, sharply dressed in a black suite and red tie. "Since it's our day off, we thought we'd go catch the grand opening. First fifty through the door get a nights worth of free drinks."

At the word 'club' Zexion spun around wildly, as if he never agreed to whatever he was gathered for.

"Who the heck would stay inside on a day off?" Larxene said.

"We're gonna go get WASTED!" Demyx leaned against Luxord with a huge grin in place.

"And no one told me about this because?"

"Because you can't go." Marluxia stepped up with his low cut pink shirt. The collar and sleeves both had matching black frills as a border. The ruffles on his shirt seemed to move as he spoke. "Not only are you still in your night clothes, but what about Roxas?" Axel looked back at the toddler happily tossing his stuffed animal into the air.

"You know, you could always give up custody of Roxas and come to the club with us." Larxene took hold of Axel's chin, letting her thumb run across his lips. Axel pulled his face away. She smirked over at Luxord, knowing the one thing Axel couldn't resist was a good night out getting completely wasted, and once Axel gave up, all the money she put into the bet plus double would fall into her pocket.

Axel felt a warm figure press up against his leg, a pair of tiny arms wrapping around him.

"Awe you leavin' me?" Roxas looked up into Axel's face, noticing for a second he seemed to be actually considering it. The redhead didn't even give the group a second glance. He leaned over to pick Roxas up and carry him back into the room.

"Go on. Go out and get wasted. See if I care." He kicked the door closed in their faces. From the other side he heard Demyx mutter a quick "Sorry Axel." And after that, all excess noise in the halls disappeared.

He set Roxas down again, his fist balling up as he plopped down on the couch. Oh, he knew just how much a select few members of the Organization would absolutely love to see him fall flat on his face while taking care of Roxas, but he was more then determined not to let that happen. If that meant giving up a night of fun, then that's what he would do. Once again he felt a comforting warmth wrap around his leg.

"Awe you mad at me?"

"No." His voice still seemed laced with certain venom that Roxas seemed to pick up on. The blond crawled up onto the couch, snuggling into Axel's lap. Axel massaged the kids back as tiny fingers laced into his shirt.

"'m sowwy... If you wanna go, you can leave me I guess..." Roxas squeaked out. Axel shook his head, and tilted Roxas chin to look up at him.

"It's not your fault, don't worry about it. Better to stay here and stay sober then get wasted and act like an idiot anyway, right?" Roxas nodded, not understanding exactly what Axel had just said, but he knew that Axel would have rather gone out with everyone than stay and watch him.

After that, the two sat there in silence for a while until Roxas gave a light tug on Axel's shirt.

"I need ta go to the bathwoom."

xXx

'A perfectly good Friday night wasted at such a place.'

Night clubs never were Zexion's idea of a dream outing, but there he sat. The room flashed rapidly from light to dark in a matter of seconds. If ever a person wanted to find out if they suffered epilepsy, here was surely a testing ground. Loud music blasted from giant speakers as strobe lights illuminated a circular dance floor in the dead center of the room. Directly across from the DJ table Zexion sat alone at the end of the bar watching his companions make absolute fools of themselves.

The lilac haired teen stretched out his arms as he swiveled in his chair to face the dance floor. Xigbar looked preoccupied trying to charm some ladies with a fake smile. Not far from that scene Luxord was dealing out cards to some poor suckers who believed they could beat him. Off in one of the darker regions of the dance floor, Larxene had Marluxia's lower lip trapped between her teeth as they both danced erotically to the beat. Although the main attraction really seemed to be the Organizations own Number Nine.

The young sitarist immediately took to the bar when the guards allowed him passage (thanks to the miracle of fake id's). He downed a couple shots of vodka and took right to the dance floor. Needless to say, he was the center of attention and with good reason. Demyx was quite possibly the best dancer Zexion had seen in his whole life. People were actually clearing the dance floor just to watch his display of pure skill. It seemed many drunken girls on the floor thought the same, seeing as they surrounded him. A few being so bold as to even dance close enough to grind with him. Demyx wrapped his arms around a nearby girl, pulling her in close enough to dance.

Zexion turned back to the bar, taking a small sip of the martini he ordered. He felt ashamed to even have a drink in his hand in the first place. He was only eighteen, but quite unbeknownst to him, Xigbar was an expert at fabricating ID's

"Well if it isn't Mr. Killjoy himself." Xigbar took a seat next to Zexion, his arm draping across the teens shoulder. He smelled very heavily of alcohol. Zexion rolled his eyes.

"Give up on your girls already Xigbar?" The older man wiped some water off his shirt. Obviously he failed to duck when one of the girls got angry over one of his advances.

"Apparently she doesn't enjoy cheap motel rooms as much as I do." The two sat there for a second, musing over their wasted night until Xigbar broke the silence.

"You should go dance with him." He nudged towards Demyx. Zexion looked back at the musician, who was currently grinding with a new girl.

"You're kidding me right?... "

"It's called having fun. You should give it a try. Besides, he invited you here to have some fun. He said you work too much." At that statement Zexion gave him a look of perplexity.

"What are you talking about? You invited me here." The second Zexion woke up that morning, Xigbar was rudely knocking on his door, yelling in for him to dress nicely because they were going out. So Zexion complied wearing a black and white striped T-shirt with a black blazer pulled over it, fitting black jeans, and a brand new pair of slip on black shoes... All this just to be dragged off to a nightclub.

Xigbar shook his head. "Nope, Demyx asked me to invite you here." Just as he said that another girl walked through the door and Xigbar was off for the millionth time.

"Great place, huh Zex?" Speak of the Devil... Demyx came up on the opposite side Xigbar had taken up. He looked slightly red in the face. If that was from the alcohol or the dancing, Zexion had no clue. "I saw a flyer for it while we were at the mall and thought it would be fun."

Zexion gave him a half smile. He guessed this whole thing was just Demyx trying to earn a friendship, but he never guessed that Demyx would go this far just for a maybe. He thought it was nice that his insane workload was noticed and that he even wanted to get him away from it, but the club just wasn't his place. He would have to alert Demyx that the outstanding friend request was still just a maybe. He shrugged.

"You'll have to try harder. I'm not much of a dancer." Demyx rolled his eyes, giving Zexion a 'Well duh, I knew that' look. The musician's eyes shifted down the other teens drink. A martini? How predictable... He took Zexion's drink, pushing it away.

"Wanna know my secret?" Demyx leaned in close enough so that Zexion could smell the alcohol on his breath. "It's not bravery that gets you on the dance floor, but a good dose of hard liquor." He pushed away from Zexion, waving to the bartender. "Two double shots of tequila please!"

The drinks were poured and slid into their under aged hands. Demyx took a quick swig of his own using what looked like a technique he had practiced for a while.

Zexion inhaled the contents of the cup. It smelled absolutely vile.

Hesitantly Zexion put the edge of the cup to his lips. Why he felt the need to follow Demyx's lead was beyond him. Perhaps it was the disgust of a wasted night or the prospect of trying something new. The venomous acidic taste slid down the back of his throat. After the initial shock, he was able to take yet another gulp to finish it off.

And at that point, he honestly had no clue where the night was headed.

xXx

Axel's foot tapped on the ground to the tune of the heavy metal song blasting from his music player. He sat on the floor beside the bathroom door waiting for Roxas. A should be short trip to the bathroom seemed to be taking the toddler forever. He was beginning to assume his friend fell into the toilet altogether. Of course Roxas made it quite clear he needed no help (not like Axel would have actually "helped" with something like that... probably just yell instructions through the door).

"I don't need youw stupid help! I'll do it myself!" The blond yelled very loudly before slamming the door shut, leaving Axel in his current position.

Another three-minute song faded to an end. Another FULL three minute song and Roxas was still in the bathroom! Axel pushed the pause button and turned to the door.

"Rox?..." The first thing Axel noticed was that the bathroom door was no longer tightly closed, but pushed open just slightly enough for a small body to fit through. Peeking into the room, he then noticed that Roxas too was gone. "Roxas, I swear if you run away from me one more time-"

A giggle echoed not to far down the hall and a tiny foot slid behind a pillar. Axel's lips formed an 'oh' as he slyly approached his friend.

"So I wonder where Roxas went... I'm sure he was here just a second ago." He turned on the pillar quickly, hoping to catch Roxas in a hug, but once again the toddler had disappeared.

"Gotta be fastew Ax!" Giggles faded around a corner.

"You've got to be kidding me." Axel said with a smile, still completely amazed at how quickly Roxas moved. Well two can play at that game. The Flurry of Dancing Flames took off running towards the noise. "You're mine now Rox!"

"I'd like to see you twy!"

Playing with a toddler always had a way of making even the smartest of people feel like they had an IQ of thirty. They were good at what they did!

Hide and seek! You can call them the kings and queens of that game. Hide inside a tiny cabinet? Sure! They could fit. Finding them was like finding a needle in a haystack… completely hopeless. Axel might as well have given up right then and there.

It seemed that every time Axel thought he found Roxas, the small boy would just slip through some unknown crack and go running in the opposite direction. Despite himself, he was actually enjoying their little game. Maybe not as good as a night out at some club, but it was up there on the list.

His search finally lead him to the library hall, where usually the higher ups spent way to much time reading who knows what, and no one really cares. But the halls were quiet since mostly everyone went out for their day off. Xemnas was truly the only one who stayed at the castle on Fridays.

"Alllllllright Roxas... Here. I. Come" He turned sharply around another corner, still no Roxas. As his attempts seemed to be growing rather futile his last hope was to get down to Roxas level... literally. He dropped down to his knees, crawling along a row of pillars.

"All right Rox, I'm about to just give-" The redhead's hand landed on the shiny black boot of another organization member. A much LARGER member.

"Evening to you Axel." He looked up into the yellow eyes, glowing with malice. Those eyes belonging to their very own Lunar Diviner. "On the floor where you belong. I'm glad you've finally realized your place." Saix walked casually past.

Axel, being the sort of battle ready nobody he was, refused to let Saix have the last word.

"So why are you at the castle while everyone else is out having fun?" Axel stood from the floor, facing Saix's back. "Too busy kissing Xemnas's ass maybe?"

Saix kept a definitive expression.

"I could ask you the same, but you seem to be busy." He tilted his head enough to see Axel's face. "Seems like chasing after under aged boys is all your good for lately."

The redhead clenched his fists at such a low blow of an insult.

"If it's a fight you wanted you could have just asked." Axel threw out his arms, letting vines of darkness engulf his hand until his weapons appeared with sparks flying from them. Saix clenched his own hand, his claymore materializing into his fist.

The Lunar Diviner took a pivot step back to take a swing at Axel, the pyro managing to block the blow with his chakrams just in time. With a smirk Axel threw him back a few steps. Saix raised his weapon again, ready to immediately deliver another blow.

"Don't you huwt my Axel!" A tiny figure ran out from behind a nearby pillar. Roxas stood defensively with his arms spread out as if to guard Axel. "You go away!"

Luckily Roxas was so small that the claymore swung right over his head, not hurting him at all. Axel jumped back just in time to miss the blow as well, although he did falter on his feet out of surprise at Roxas's sudden actions.

The blue haired man stood staring between Roxas and Axel. Almost as if he were deciding between attacking them both or just Axel. Either way Axel was ready to defend whomever he needed to.

Oddly enough, Saix called off his weapon although still with a remarkably unfazed expression. Axel did the same to get rid of the air of hostility, still slightly amazed at Roxas's act. The toddler didn't seem the least bit scared of standing up to someone more then twice his size, and to someone with a weapon no less.

Saix let out a laugh. "You know this is the lowest point you have ever reached Axel. Being saved by a three year old." He shook his head, backing away into a portal.

Axel let out a relived sigh as Saix left, standing against the wall breathing heavily until he was sure Saix was gone for good.

It wasn't often he listened to anything Saix had to say, let alone take it into consideration. The only thing that was going through his head at that point in time was the fact that Saix could have hurt Roxas. One wrong move and he probably would have.

If that would have happened... Nah, if that happened Saix wouldn't have even been able to breath long enough for him to plan a next move.

He knelt down to the toddler, who also dropped his defensive stance, smiling.

"He didn't hit you did he?"

Roxas shook his head, not even the least bit nervous. "Did he huwt you?"

"Nah, I have a hard head." Axel chuckled, running his hand through Roxas's hair affectionately. "Hey, you still want to play hide and seek?"

"Nope," Roxas let out a yawn as he clung to Axel's shirt, burying his face into the fabric. "'sides, youw not vewy good at hide 'n seek. Youw sloooooow."

Axel rolled his eyes, lifting Roxas into his arms.

"It was on purpose."

"Youw lyin'!..."

xXx

Zexion sat at the bar stool, leaning heavily against Demyx. Both of them laughed at nothing in particular in a completely drunken haze. The flashing lights that previously drove Zexion insane now gave the club a more feverish feel, illuminating the beckoning dance floor. The previously annoying music now had a certain allure to it. The song pulsed through the floor and into the body of the musician next to him. Naturally it made him feel a lot more comfortable in his skin then he normally did.

Demyx took a quick sip of his drink before leaning back into Zexion's shoulder. His lips were close to the purple haired teens ear. It was atypical of Zexion to find something like that seductive, yet he responded by leaning in closer himself to feel the heat radiating off the blond.

"I love this song." The mullet haired teen half whispered, half laughed. Their fingers laced together as Demyx dragged him onto the dance floor sending vibrations into the shorter teen.

The room spun as Zexion was pulled from his seat and was weaved through groups of people. Demyx snaked his arm around the other's waist so that their bodies touched and they didn't lose each other in the large crowed. Their feet stopped in a small clearing on the floor by the back wall. The overdose of drinks had in fact given Zexion a much-needed release from his tight formal composure, but an air of nervousness still hung around him. He let out a breath that he wasn't even aware he was holding in when him and Demyx made eye contact.

Demyx let his arm hang loosely over Zexion's shoulder and a reassuring smile once again made the Cloaked schemer comfortable.

"I told you I don't even know how to dance!" Zexion stumbled awkwardly into Demyx's arms, having lost his footing. The drinks had made him impossibly dizzy. Demyx laughed, backing Zexion against the wall they stood by, their bodies now fully pushed together.

"Who cares! No one's watchin'! Jus' follow me." The blond pushed his hips against the other to get them into the rhythm of grinding. One hand was tightly laced around Zexion's waist, the other was still laced between the other boys fingers where Demyx had his hand held captive over his head.

Needless to say the hip to crotch stimulation was having a good effect on Zexion and it didn't take long for him to catch onto the beat. Demyx released Zexion's hand and on it's own free will it snaked it's way around the musicians neck. As a matter of fact Demyx noticed that both of Zexion's arms had found their way to his neck. It was something Demyx didn't force or prod. Zexion was acting on his own drunken free will.

Zexion's body finally got into the system of grinding, a strange heated sensation running through his body every time their hips met. He felt a hand tangle into his hair; the two faces moved closer, their lips grazing past each other. Their hips ground roughly together. A moan emitted into Zexion's ear as he swallowed hard to keep his composure. The world was so hazy that he hardly noticed Demyx's hands exploring every inch of his body while they danced.

A wave of nausea hit Zexion like a ton of bricks as a cold sweat erupted all over his body. For a whole two seconds it was as if his brain was trying to tell him something was wrong. What the heck was he doing! He was a scientist! Here he was, an underage nobody letting another unfeeling being press his body up against him!

He had to leave quickly. Something felt impossibly wrong about everything he was doing, but the alcohol in his system wouldn't let his higher reasoning have the control it normally had. Why did he even take that forsaken first sip that only made his body want more?

The lights seemed to flicker faster and the room spun uncontrollably as Demyx bit down lightly on Zexion's earlobe, sucking along the edges. The cloaked schemer closed his eyes, everything spinning way to fast, even in his head.

He swayed erratically on his feet for a second. His mind shutting down as he collapsed lifelessly into Demyx's arms.

"Zex!" The blond held Zexion close, feeling his breath against his neck. From the fact that he was still breathing, he guessed he just passed out from an alcohol overdose.

No one even noticed as the blonde held Zexion close to his chest in the dark corner of the dance floor. For fear of being stepped on he figured it was best to get Zexion out. He sighed, brushing some hair from Zexion's face, and lifting him into his arms.

"I'll take you home then."

Creating an unseen portal in the club was damn near impossible. That was a scene that was best to stay away from. So Demyx pushed his way through the crowds of people holding his passed out friend cradle style in his arms, Zexion's head lightly bouncing against his chest.

They came out through the VIP door into an alleyway that was previously guarded by a bouncer. No doubt that even the stiff looking man went in for some fun by now. The two nobodies were safe and alone in the dark alleyway of Twilight Town. Zexion lightly clenched at Demyx's shirt to show he was awake.

"Demyx you're my... friend." Zexion muttered lightly into his shoulder.

"Yeah, I know..." Demyx gave a disappointed smile, creating a portal to Zexion's room against the brick wall of the exterior. He knew Zexion would forget all about it in the morning. Sadly it was only a drunken 'yes', it was still a sober 'maybe'

" 'N we'll be tha' way forever, righ'?"

"Yeah, we will..."

Oh well, drunken words were sober thoughts right?

xXx

"Guess what Axey?"

"What now?"

"I got a suwpwise fow ya!"

Axel smiled, although completely worn out by now. Roxas slid off the bed, running over to Axel's dresser to dig through the bottom drawer. At this point Axel was used to Roxas sleeping in his room, and a small part of him enjoyed the company. That, and he knew if he tried to put Roxas in his own room, the small blond would probably wander back anyway.

"It's not another camera is it?" He watched his belongings spill out onto the floor.

"Nooooo," Roxas held up a bright yellow package labeled scented markers. "These awe funnewew then a camewa." He crawled back onto the bed, spilling the markers onto the sheets.

"Let me guess, another present from Demyx?"

"Nope, Namine gave 'um to me. I went ta see hew befowe I saw Dem this mowning."

"Did she now?" Axel reached over, pulling Roxas onto his lap. A small hint of possessiveness came from his hold on his friend. The tight feeling of envy towards Namine resurfaced. Axel was put in charge of Roxas. Namine was just someone who was trying to steal away the friendship they created, Namine was just some girl, Namine was just someone... that Roxas absolutely adored.

Axel was torn from his thoughts when a bright red marker was shoved towards his nose, leaving a red line trailing down to his lips. Roxas lips formed an 'oh'.

"Oops..."

Axel kept a straight face as he reached over to grab a blueberry-scented marker from the pile. In one swift motion, a giggling Roxas was pinned to the bed with blue marker all over his forehead. In small letters, Axel wrote the words" Property of Axel". Axel let go of him with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, oops!"

Roxas threw a counter attack at Axel, tackling him so that the older nobody was trapped underneath him. His face grew slightly more serious as he looked Axel dead in the eyes.

"Axel, would you do the same fow me?" The blond finally said after he calmed down a bit as he rested his head on Axel's chest.

"Do what?"

Roxas shrugged as he felt Axel's warm hand on his back. "I saved you fwom the scawy guy. Would you evew save me?" The seriousness in his young voice was amazing.

"Of course I would." Axel laced his hands behind his head, his eyes closing as he prepared for sleep.

"It's because you love me right?" A deeper voice popped into his head. A blond teenaged boy leaned over his thin frame, their bodies pressed against each other. Axel's eyes shot open to see familiar blue orbs staring back at him. His own face was tainted a faint red.

"W-what did you say?"

Roxas giggled, moving closer so Axel could hear him. "I said, it's 'cause you love me wight?"

'Love?'

'Damn, why did he have to throw that word at me? Alright whatever... He's three, he doesn't know any better, right? Right. He doesn't know that love is practically a forbidden word in the Organization... Still, Damn him...'

Roxas poked at Axel's stomach, once again bringing him from his thoughts. The toddler's short attention span seemed to make him forget everything they were just talking about.

"Youw fat..." He blinked, poking at Axel's non-existent fat.

"You're just full of it today aren't you Roxas?" Axel, slightly glad Roxas forgot the conversation, shoved Roxas off him, tickling the blond's sides until he could barely speak.

"Ok... haha, Axey! Ha, I give up!" He shoved Axel's hand away, still laughing.

"Good," Axel pulled his blankets over his head. "Now go to sleep already." Roxas nodded, curling up to Axel like he had done before, falling asleep within seconds.

Axel spent his last few minutes of consciousness with Roxas pulled tightly to his side. He let out a long sigh. For now he just watched as Roxas slept peacefully, he smiled slightly at the word he wrote on the boy's forehead.

'Why can't my libido at least wait until a more convenient time?

A/N- So now I have even more to say :D

For everyone who has seen Monsters inc. I did base the hide and seek thing off of that. It's one of my absolute favorite Disney/Pixar movies so I had to steal from it.

And Zexy getting drunk... don't tell me I'm the only one who can picture that SO clearly!

As always

Review until next time :D