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Life, Interrupted – Chapter 4

Axel stayed in Roxas's room all evening. The entire time, he was like a hyper little puppy; sometimes attempting to read what Roxas was writing in his journal. Other times he would sit on Demyx's bed and flip the page of the younger boy's music magazine when he wasn't ready to, just to get his attention.

Though he was obviously annoying them, it appeared so earnestly playful to Roxas. Axel seemed to truly want their attention. It was such a paradox compared to the way he'd behaved when torturing Xemnas. This was happening a lot with Axel's behavior recently. Roxas couldn't decide whether to consider him completely psycho or just plain weird, or even something else entirely. He wasn't like Xemnas who was consistently crazy, that's for sure. Roxas struggled to feel some kind of pity for Xemnas.

"Axel?" Roxas wondered allowed, looking up from his journal to see the redhead sitting cross-legged on Demyx's bed, attempting to pull a hair out of Demyx's head while his head was bowed, busy reading.

Axel gave him a sidelong glance. "What's up, kid?"

"What the hell was up with Xemnas at that…condom?" Roxas asked, placing a small amount of disgust in the last word as he thought back to the sight of it.

"You mean the lubed up jizz-filled trash under the pillow?" Axel replied, rolling his bright acid green eyes and shrugging. "Fuck if I know."

Demyx closed his magazine causing Axel to let out an indignantly little huff and turned to Roxas. "I'll tell you what I think," he began. "And I really believe its true."

Axel let his body fall back against the bed and sighed. "Yes, please do enlighten us, O paragon of knowledge."

"I think, the only "love" in Xemnas's life, come from his father," Demyx began, ignoring Axel's snide remark. "If you can even call it 'love'. I hear he doesn't have any family besides his father, which is why he's so dependent on him. We all know his dad owns a company, right? So he's rolling in this cash, and pays for his son's stay here and even set him with a sweet apartment when he gets out of here. So he expects something in return from his son and Xemnas is all too happy to comply. It's a form of control, which is probably where Xemnas got all his control issues."

"But I still don't understand why he saves up the condom," Roxas stated.

"Well, it's so he doesn't forget he always has to pay up for the things his father gives him. It's also simply a reminder of the full control over his dad has over him, in every way. But I'm sure he really was going to throw it away. He always does." Demyx smiled as he finished, obviously proud of himself for his psychological analysis.

"Wow…thank you Dr. Freud," Axel drawled sarcastically. He then looked at Roxas. "I already told you that it's a trophy from the Olympic games they're playing under the sheets. But he saves them I bet, and he's so ashamed of it all that one day he'll go postal and hack daddy to pieces with an meat cleaver." He winked here, a glimmer of his sadistic side shining through.

"Axel, you shouldn't make comments that refer to things that you're not entirely sure of," Demyx chided.

"Oh I don't, do I?" Axel countered. "He put that fucking shit under his pillow like he was gonna cuddle with it and suck his damn thumb, trust me. Roxy boy here saw him too. Didn't you?"

"Well it was under his pillow," Roxas began. "But he did say he was going to—"

"Yes and you're gonna to believe him?" Axel stated, getting up and laying down on Roxas's bed with a wink. "He saves them and that's a fact."

Both Roxas and Demyx gave up here and returned to their previous activities. Demyx picked up his magazine again and Roxas began to write in his journal once more. Axel tried to peek at his scribbles a few more times before giving up and began toying with one of the corners of Roxas's blanket. His eyelids were drooping lower and lower every time Roxas glanced up at him over his journal. Eventually, he looked over to find Axel curled up at the end of the bed like a snoozing kitten, a section of the blanket cuddled in his lean arms. Soon after, Roxas felt the heaviness in his own lids. The last thing he heard was a soft moaning and murmuring from Axel before he drifted off to sleep.

He dreamt of his ex-boyfriend. Riku. With his silvery white hair and long bangs that fell over green eyes. Green eyes. They were different than Axel's. Colder. Darker. He and Riku had been good for one thing and one thing only, and that was sex. Neither one would ever force it on the other. They simply did it all the time because that was the only thing they had in common and therefore, the only thing to do. Though they would sometimes lay in bed afterwards and talk, Roxas would be doing most of the talking about life and death and the pointlessness of it, while Riku attempted to get him to shut up and fuck him again. They'd argued one day when Riku got so tired of Roxas's musings and told him, "Less talking, more fucking." Roxas finally felt that sex just wasn't enough, so they broke up. That was the last time he saw Riku.

There was a hot, heavy breathing in Roxas's face as he opened his eyes in the middle of the night. The first sight that met him was a pair of wild, piercing eyes. Axel was hovering over him, his face inches from Roxas's, a hungry, feral expression painted on it. There was something wrong; the look in his glazed eyes was too wild. It reminded Roxas of when he first encountered him, except there was no anger, only voracious need, which scared the blonde boy even more. He couldn't decide whether Axel was consciously doing this or if he was sleepwalking in a sense. The older boy had his hands down on the pillow on either side of the younger one's face, holding him prisoner.

Between slow, intense breathing, Axel whispered one word. "Sora…"

Roxas attempted to sink his head back further into his pillow as Axel's face grew closer to his own, but to no avail. Axel quickly closed the distance between their mouths and pressed what seemed like the entirety of his weight into a heated, heavy, wet kiss, keeping his half-closed, lusting eyes on the boy beneath him. Roxas's eyes widened as he felt Axel's tongue swiftly invade his mouth, penetrating into its depths. He tried weakly to push the redheaded boy off of him, but Axel's body was so tense and strong, it was like trying to move rock. A meek moan escaped Roxas's throat.

Axel's hands quickly got to work lifting Roxas's shirt and then moved upwards deftly drawing a path that awakened a fervent heat in the blonde's loins. Axel's long, nimble fingers traced circles around the younger boy's nipples, softly pinching them in a teasing manner, as his tongue continued to work its way around Roxas's mouth. Axel gently squeezed Roxas's left nipple with his nails, eliciting a louder moan from Roxas, whose sexual urge grew so violent, he involuntarily thrust his hips into the boy on top of him.

This instantly prompted Axel to break away from Roxas's mouth, saliva trailing from both their lips, and begin tracing deep, carnal kisses down the blonde's eager neck.

As Roxas lifted a hand to clutch roughly at Axel's hair, he was suddenly knocked with the reality of the situation. Axel wasn't kissing and attempting to make love to him, he was doing this to Sora, or at least whom he thought was Sora. Though Roxas was enjoying this intensely, he felt almost like he was using Axel. He'd done this with boys his entire life; fucking them for the sake of fucking, but he just couldn't do this to Axel. There was something hidden, but fragile inside the older boy that Roxas didn't want to break.

"Axel…" Roxas breathed among gasps of pleasure while Axel licked eagerly at his earlobes. "I'm not Sora, I'm…Roxas."

Roxas felt Axel freeze, every muscle in his body taut and firm. There was a moment of agonizing silence as Axel's possible reactions dashed rapidly through Roxas's mind, each one more frightening than the one before.

But what Axel actually did took Roxas by absolute surprise. In one swift movement, he completely withdrew his body from Roxas and curled into a crouching position at the end of the younger boy's bed, looking down into his lap and his hands clutching harshly at either side of his head. He began to rock back and forth slowly, whining gently, like a sad, scared puppy.

Roxas sat up carefully, confused. He swallowed hard before tentatively reaching out a hand to graze his fingers against Axel's shaking, huddled shoulder. "Axel…?"

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Axel screamed, edging away from the blonde's touch. Roxas jumped, quickly looking over to Demyx, and waiting with a racing heart for the door to be thrown open by one of the nurses. Thankfully, his roommate remained asleep and no one came barreling into the room.

For a few moments, Roxas sat there, torn, at a complete loss as to what to do. Every option that came to mind seemed to have a disastrous outcome. Before he had a chance to decide for himself, he heard Axel whisper something, still in his curled up position. "Roxas?"

Roxas was terrified of saying anything; the last thing he wanted was for Axel to scream again. He knew that this time, he wouldn't be so lucky with it going unnoticed.

Slowly, Axel lifted his head and turned to look at Roxas. There was a painfully helpless look in his emerald eyes that were drowning in tears. His bottom lip was quivering as he spoke with a delicately quaking voice. "C-can we please g-go to sleep?"

Roxas heart relaxed and his face softened. He couldn't help but feel a sense of compassion for the crying boy in front of him. "Yeah, sure, Axel. Let's go to sleep." He attempted a smile and received one through falling tears in return. Roxas lay down on his back and pulled one side of the covers off for the redhead to get in, but Axel gently smiled again and pulled the covers back up over Roxas, tucking him in. Then, he lay his head on Roxas's stomach and curled his body to cuddle the blonde's lower half. Roxas tried to comfort Axel by letting one of his hands snake gently into the older boy's soft scarlet hair.

"Goodnight, Roxy…" Axel whispered. Roxas could still hear the tears in his voice.

For the first time in a long while, Roxas slept a peaceful, dreamless night. He could feel a slight smile play on his lips as he began to wake. The happenings of the previous night had been weird, and even a little scary, but having Axel's body so close to his own, both sexually and even afterwards when Axel had curling into him, felt amazingly good. Roxas couldn't explain why, but Axel excited something inside him that had rested dormant his entire life.

As he lay in bed, Roxas realized the weight of Axel's head on his stomach was not there. Opening his eyes, he looked down to find that Axel had vanished. The covers were perfectly smooth, no trace of him being there the night before left behind. He then glanced next him to see Demyx's empty bed completely made. Roxas let his head fall back against his pillow.

He smiled to himself again remembering the warmth he'd felt with Axel's body heat so close to him all night. Roxas couldn't help but feel special, like Axel had let him in on some sort of secret last night, even though he had no idea what exactly that secret was. Nevertheless, he was pretty sure very few people, even the doctors and nurses, were allowed to see the fragile side of fearless, dominant, wild Axel. Roxas let himself have a few more moments with his thoughts before dragging his body out of bed.

Breakfast was served in the cafeteria at exactly 8:00 am. Roxas strolled in a few minutes past and scanned the already substantially occupied room. The round table closest to Roxas held Namine, Larxene, and Namine's cousin, a pretty brunette girl who Roxas remembered to be a bipolar patient named Kairi. Both Namine and Kairi, though very slight, frail girls, were trying their best to hold back Larxene, who was much taller and strong than them. A furious expression coated Larxene's face as she growled madly and tried to hurl herself at one of the tables further back in the cafeteria.

Roxas let his eyes trail in the direction of Larxene's wild lunges. His gaze fell on a table occupied by Axel, Zexion, Demyx, and Marluxia. The true target, however, was no other than the fiery redhead, who was eyeing Larxene from across the room and blowing her surprisingly erotic kisses, complete with slowly closing eyes, fully puckered lips, and finished off with fluttering eyelashes as he let his eyes open ever so gently. Axel followed this up by a devilish grin that revealed almost beastly canines. He was applauded for his behavior by sharp snickers from all three boys around him.

Axel turned to receive a high five from Marluxia and he eyes glanced up to see Roxas walk by. Though it was only for the briefest of moments, it seemed like an eternity to the blonde. Roxas gave Axel a small smile and wave, trying to keep his excitement to see the older boy at bay. But Axel's eyes were empty, almost as if he didn't recognize Roxas. He looked back down and continued to chuckle with his tablemates, ignoring Roxas completely.

As he stepped up to the food line, something inside the younger boy's stomach turned. After what he'd seen in Axel last night, this was the treatment he got? The weirdest thing was that Axel's reaction had not seemed angry or malicious, rather cold, or even indifferent, like his vacant eyes were looking at empty space rather than a boy that he'd wanted to hold the previous night as he slept.

Shaking the apprehension from his mind, Roxas sat down at one of the tables with a tray of food and decided against jumping to any conclusions. He wouldn't worry until he could be close enough to speak to Axel. After all, maybe the older boy really hadn't seen him.

A couple of hours after breakfast, during which Axel was suspiciously MIA, Yuffie herded the entire ward into a large empty room for some "super-fun exercising". The girls' ward was joining them for it. Most of the patients groaned, but when Yuffie turned on energetic music and asked them to dance while expressing different objects with their bodies, it was so hilariously ridiculous, they couldn't help but get into it. Soon, everyone was laughing and enjoy themselves.

Axel had shown up just as exercises were about to begin. Roxas kept looking over at him as he expressed various random items Yuffie called out with his body. Axel kept finding himself a partner to tease and dance with. When Yuffie called out "Wave!" he grinded the back of his body against Marluxia's front, much to Marluxia's extreme enjoyment.

"Axel! Keep your hands and your bottom to yourself," Yuffie scolded reproachfully, earning quite a few giggles from the room.

"Sorry Yuffie baby, my bottom just gets lonely sometimes so it needs a little lovin' every now and then, you know?" Axel replied playfully.

This time, full on laughter erupted from the room leaving Yuffie to just roll her eyes and continue calling out words.

By the end of the exercising period, Axel had managed to dance with every single person in the room, boy and girl, including Yuffie herself. But the one person left out was Roxas. And as before, it never came across as vicious, intentional disregard, but rather as an inadvertent overlook.

When they filed out of the room, Roxas saw his opening as Axel was following Demyx and Zexion out. He walked towards him and held out a hand, attempting to stop him. "Axel I…"

The sidelong glance Axel gave him was so momentary that Roxas wasn't quite sure if he'd seen him at all. Axel then darted out the door after Demyx. "Demmmmmyyyyyy!" he squealed, catching up to him and jumping piggyback style onto Demyx, who faltered for a moment before laughing and managing to support the much taller boy's weight on his back.

Roxas was left to stare after them, dumbfounded.

Axel's behavior continued for the rest of the day. Roxas made no further attempted to speak to him, one because Axel made sure he was surrounded by others he could distract himself with when Roxas was around, and two because Roxas didn't want to feel the same nauseous feeling he'd felt twice already that day.

That night, as Roxas and Demyx lay in bed waiting for sleep to overtake them, Roxas rolled to face his roommate's bed to find that Demyx was facing him and still awake.

"Demyx?" he began quietly.

"Mmm?" came Demyx's sleepy reply.

"Umm…have you noticed anything…odd…about Axel today?"

Demyx chuckled. "You mean aside from the fact that he's completely psycho?"

A hollow laugh escaped Roxas's throat. "Seriously Dem, I mean like different odd, different than his everyday antics."

"Not really…" Demyx responded, his voice trailing off as he thought for a second. Then, his face lit up in curiosity and he was wide awake. "Why? Did something happen between you two?"

Remembering Demyx's penchant for collecting gossip, Roxas immediately met his query with a quick "No!"

"Hmm…" Demyx said with a suspicious gaze. After a few moments where the two boys stared at each other silently, all skepticism melted from Demyx's face, and concern replaced it. "Roxas, be careful," Demyx cautioned gently.

The smaller boy was taken aback. "From what?"

"Getting too close to Axel," Demyx replied, his eyebrows stitching together in worry.

"Why…?" Roxas wondered slowly.

"I've just seen what can happen when you do. Just promise me you'll be careful?"

Roxas was silent for a second before relenting, his voice barely audible. "Yeah, I promise."

"Thanks." With that, the conversation was over, which Roxas was highly thankful for, and Demyx was fast asleep within minutes.

Roxas rolled over on his back and gazed at the ceiling. What was he supposed to tell Demyx? 'Oh yeah, Dem, I'll be careful. Hm? What's that? Oh, that little foreplay session we had last night? No big deal, he thought I was Sora anyway!'

Sora… maybe that's what Demyx had meant by seeing it happen before. What was Axel's relationship with Sora anyway? And why the fuck was Axel ignoring him when they'd been so close last night, even when Axel knew it was Roxas and not Sora? These questions cycled rapidly through Roxas's mind making him feel insane enough to actually belong at Twilight Hill.

Roxas tossed and turned for the next few hours, the redhead's face burning in his mind, etched in like a sick, torturous tattoo. Eventually, he managed to slip into a very uneasy slumber.

For the next week, Axel masterfully avoided, or rather "overlooked", Roxas as often as he possibly could. Roxas put up his best I-could-give-a-shit-less front, even though inside, this frustrating little dance they were doing around each other was killing him.

Dr. Vexen did not bring up the subject of Axel in therapy. Actually, whenever he would see Roxas in the hallway or anywhere else in the ward far away from Axel, he would beam at him as if he were ecstatic with the situation. Roxas thought he himself put it rather succinctly when writing in his journal. 'Vexen looks so damn happy, he could poop glitter and rainbows.'

It was a usual afternoon around a week after Roxas's night with Axel. Marluxia sat on the couch in the recreation room watching TV with Axel's head in his lap, stroking his intense red locks. Axel's long prone form was sprawled out over the rest of the couch, one leg dangling over the side and the other propped on the armrest. While one arm was thrown onto the back of the couch, the other rested on his slowly rising and falling chest.

Roxas was curled onto an armchair opposite them, absentmindedly sketching in his notebook. Though he tried everything he could not to look up at the enticing redhead's form in front of him, he couldn't help but steal a few momentary glances every now and then. Before he realized it, he'd sketched various parts of Axel all over the pages he had open.

He couldn't understand how Axel kept such a steady gaze on the TV screen without ever faltering. Once, when Roxas hadn't peered up in a long while, he suddenly felt like he was being watched. Glancing up, he thought he was just in time to see Axel's eyes quickly shift back to the television screen, but it had been so swift, he wasn't quite sure.

Aerith entered the room and scanned the occupants until her eyes landed on Roxas and a warm smile spread on her face. "Roxas?" she called. "You have a visitor."

Stepping aside, she revealed a boy with long snowy hair striding down the hallway towards him, smiling and giving him a friendly wave. Roxas's heart skipped a beat when he realized it was Riku.

He lurched to his feet, walking briskly to meet Riku as he entered the rec room. "What are you doing here?" was all Roxas could greet his ex-boyfriend with, his eyes wide in surprise and his voice faltering.

Stroking back a lock of Roxas's hair, Riku gave the younger boy the confident grin he recognized all to well. "I came to see you, silly. I missed you."

With this, he leaned in and captured Roxas's lips, making most of the room wolf whistle and cat call. Though the lower half of Roxas's face was busy with Riku, Roxas could see Axel from the corner of his eye. He was sitting up from his position on the couch and surprisingly, the redhead was staring dead straight at him. There was a strange look in his vivid green eyes. A twinge of a kind of…fire or…jealousy?

As Roxas broke off the kiss, Aerith very tactfully approached them and murmured, "Roxas, why don't you show Riku to your room, hm?"

Roxas blushed and nodded sheepishly, taking Riku by the hand and leading him towards his bedroom. All the while, he could feel an intense heat on the back of his neck, and not from embarrassment. After entering him room with his ex-boyfriend, Roxas glanced back before closing the door. Axel was still sitting up, narrowed eyes shooting a piercing stare straight at Roxas, and his hand gripping the back of the couch so hard his knuckles looked like little white pebbles. Roxas shut the door anyway.

He turned back to Riku to find him already sitting on his bed and peering around as if he were at a funfair. When his eyes landed on Roxas, he gave him a wide grin. "Wanna make out?"

"What are you doing here?" Roxas asked again, ignoring Riku's request and plopping himself down next to him.

"I told ya, I came to see you because I missed you, dummy," Riku replied, attempting to nuzzle at Roxas's neck, but Roxas gently pushed him off.

"But why now? I know you said you missed me, but I'm…here…in a…ward." The last word was very difficult for Roxas to say as he grit his teeth and looked down, slightly ashamed.

Riku reached over and tilted Roxas's face towards his own. "Hey, you don't belong here, don't you think I know that? I'm gonna bust you out of here. But first…please, let's fuck."

Roxas gave Riku a half-hearted smile and the older boy took this as his queue to begin messaging Roxas's lips with his own. Riku pushed Roxas down on the bed and took off the prone boy's shirt. Then, he immediately proceeded to lick a trail down past Roxas's bellybutton. Roxas let Riku do as he pleased even though he felt empty and his body was barely responding.

Suddenly, Riku was flipping Roxas on his stomach, straddling him and attempting to pull down his pants. It was then that Roxas realized that he really did not want this. He knew that if he left Riku fuck him like this, he would just be falling back into old habits. And when he remembered that terrifying but beautiful night with Axel a week ago…he had truly felt needed then. Now, he felt like Riku was just looking for a reliable place to stick his dick.

Roxas began to hyperventilate and his heart raced a mile a minute in his ears. "Stop…" he said as Riku struggled with Roxas's pants.

"Stop! Stop Riku!" he cried out. Riku had successful pulled Roxas's jeans off, leaving him clad only in his underwear.

"Aww, come on, Roxas. We used to do this all the time. What's the problem?" Riku asked playfully, ignoring Roxas's pleas and reaching for the waistband of the younger boy's underwear.

"STOP! STOP RIKU! Please! Please stop Riku…" Roxas begged, choking on ragged sobs. He tried to lift his body, but Riku's muscular frame was too heavy.

He couldn't blame Riku. He'd let him just fuck him so often that he should just be used to it. Maybe he deserved this. Just as he shut his eyes and prepared for the worst, Roxas heard the door crash open and Riku's weight was suddenly lifted off of him. He whirled around, scrambling to a sitting position, in time to see Axel holding Riku by his shirt and slamming him as hard as he could against the wall.

"What the FUCK were you going to do to him, huh?!" Axel shouted. "He asked you to STOP! No, he was fucking begging you! Did you not hear it, you sick bastard?! Or are you fucking DEAF?"

Roxas watched as Axel's chiseled back muscles tightened rapidly and he growled in Riku's cowering face.

Suddenly, the room was filled with several doctors and nurses. Roxas hurriedly grabbed his blanket to cover his naked lower half.

Vexen was the first to step towards Axel who was snarling like a vicious beast.

"AXEL!" Vexen shouted in a scolding tone. "LET HIM GO! NOW!"

Axel turned to growl at Vexen, but kept a firm grip on the light haired boy in his grasp.

Aerith stepped next to Vexen. "Dr. Vexen, will you let me try to handle this please?"

"Fine," Vexen relented reluctantly, and took a few steps back.

Gently approaching Axel, Aerith placed a light hand on his arm. Surprisingly, he didn't push her off. "Axel, honey, you need to let this boy go. There are serious consequences for assaulting others, especially visitors."

"Oh yeah? Well I think we can bend the rules with someone who was going to rape Roxas!" Axel replied angrily, slamming Riku against the wall again to scare him.

The nurses and doctors all wheeled on the fragile boy sitting in bed. "Is this true?" Aerith asked in disbelief.

Tears filled Roxas's eyes again as he swallowed hard. All he could do was provide a tiny nod.

Facing Axel again, Aerith spoke in a calm voice. "Okay Axel, you still need to let him go. We'll make sure he does not come anywhere near Roxas. Actually, we will make him leave the whole premises right now. Just put him down. Please."

For a few moments, Axel didn't move, keeping his furious gaze and grip on Riku. Then he threw him ruthlessly down to the floor. "If I ever catch you near Roxas again, I will personally see to it that your scrawny little neck is snapped in two and that stupid fucking head of yours is bashed in!"

Without a word, Riku clambered to his feet and rushed out of the room, terror written on his face. "You guys really all are fucking psycho!" He called from somewhere down the hallway.

Axel immediately lunged for the door, but a brawny male nurse quickly caught him around the waist.

"Let me go!" Axel cried. "I'm gonna fucking KILL him!"

"Now, now, that's never how we solve our problems, Axel," Vexen scolded, taking the authoritative position again. "Why don't you come with me and the other doctors for a while? You need a little help…calming down."

Alarm suddenly sprang into Aerith's face. Instantly, she held out a hand in protest. "Why don't I take him, sir?" she asked, tying to sound calm, but the anxiety was all over her features. "He seems to respond well to me at times."

For the second time, Vexen conceded, except this time he was far more irate about the situation.

Aerith took Axel by the hand and began to lead him out the door with her. As the other nurses all crowded around Roxas to examine him and make sure he hadn't received any bodily harm, he watched the redhead go.

For the first time in a whole week, Axel could not take his wild, dazzling eyes off of Roxas.

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