Hey, remember when I said that there were gonna be penises jumping out at you guys at some point? *smiles evilly*

Fame and Fortune

Chapter Nine: Night with Me

Even when Axel first turned twenty one, he knew deep in his gut that drinking was something he'd never do, even if his life depended on it. He thought alcohol was disgusting and not to mention very dangerous, He drove to the club that night, and he didn't need the alcohol in his system to make driving back a problem. And so when Roxas handed him a bottle of beer and kicked back his own, he only stared at the bottle in distaste. The blond noticed this and looked at him. "What?" he asked, pointing the mouth of his beer in Axel's direction. "Do you not drink?"

"Surprisingly, no," the redhead replied, throwing Roxas a glare. "And aren't you underage?"

"What the law can't catch, the law won't prosecute." He laughed. He looked over at Marluxia. "Ain't that right, Marly?"

"Try explaining that to Xion!"

"Xion doesn't drink because she drives!" Roxas replied, taking another swig of his drink.

"I have to drive home," Axel whined,

Roxas turned to him. "You can stay the night with me, don't worry. We'll just crash in one of the rooms down the hall for the employees. We have permission to do so, anyway, so it's no big deal."

Axel pouted, and felt the bottle touch his lips. Roxas was helping him drink it, the bastard, and the redhead felt the cold drink leave a weird, warm trail down his throat into his stomach. The taste wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, but he still wasn't happy.

They drank until they couldn't walk. Marluxia was somewhere around here, probably making out with Luxord, who had drank more than the entire group combined. He was an Englishman, and could apparently hold his liquor better than anyone he knew. Xion had left earlier that night, Axel remembered, and he was currently being dragged away into another room by Roxas. The blond was pretty intoxicated himself, and could barely walk in a straight line (but hell, Axel couldn't either), but he somehow managed to get them safely into one of the guest bedrooms.

Through the foggy haze of his alcohol filled mind, Axel could sense the sudden pressure on his lips, and the small, cool hand that was slowly making its' way under his shirt and up his chest. And he couldn't do anything but kiss back with equal sloppiness, having never once kissed anyone in his life before this.

The blond made quick work of their clothes, and Axel ended up on his back, propped up against the pillows with Roxas straddling his waist, a lusty smile curling onto his lips and his intoxicated flush coating his cheeks. Both men were fully erect, but neither could tell if it was because of the alcohol or because of the feelings they were probably harboring for each other. But who cared? Roxas spit into his palm and began moving his hand up and down Axel's shaft, purring gratefully. "'re so much bigguh 'an Seifuh," he slurred, giggling happily to himself.

Seifer? Axel wondered. Who the fuck was that?

Roxas lifted his hips and without a moment's hesitation slid down onto Axel's length, no preparation of the sort, moaning loudly as he was filled to the brim. Axel's mind blacked out, and his body remained on autopilot.

That next morning, Axel woke up alone, naked, wrapped in the covers of the bed he had used the night before, a major hangover kicking in. He'd heard about hangovers, and the pain they caused, but he never thought it to be this severe. He quickly got dressed and left for his apartment, where he spent a good half of the morning lounging on the couch with a bottle (or three) of water sitting on his coffee table.

What happened last night? The last thing he remembered was Xion announcing that she was heading home, and then there was this huge blank gap where it was just nothingness until the moment he woke up. How'd he end up in a bed naked that morning anyway? He cradled his head as it throbbed painfully.

The door suddenly slammed open, and a voice carried over into his living space. "Axel!"

The redhead groaned. "Don't be so loud, Zexion, everything hurts." He took a careful sip of his water.

"You fucked Roxas?!" the slate haired man cried instead, and Axel's world stopped, as well as his breathing. The water in his throat choked him, and he looked up at the bass player with wide, emerald eyes.

"I did what?!"

Future note: If ever you see any type of text above the title, that means that the chapter is rated M. Because dicks.

I'm sorry for my brief absence! I'm already failing English (go senioritis) and then there was a major loss in a community I'm part of (sob) BUT I AM BACK WITH SMUT.

And so begins the drama! Drunken sex! Yay!

-Eternal White Rose