Summ.
Roxas never cared what his dad did with his life. Until he fell in love with the boyfriend's younger brother. They're engaged to be married, but will the young lovers stand up for their relationship? I mean it's not REALLY incest!
It is written in first person, chapters switching viewpoints from Axel to Roxas. Axel for odd numbered chapters, Roxas for even numbered chapters.
WARNING! Bondage, non-con, molestation, possible rape!
Rubbing my eyes, I walked down the stairs with a groan. I glanced over at the calendar and walked into the kitchen.
"Happy birthday, Dad," I murmured as I passed him.
My dad turned. "What was that?"
"Today's your birthday, right?"
He blushed slightly. "Y-yes… thank you, Roxas… I'm glad you remembered. You haven't wished me a happy birthday since you were little, and even then you had to be reminded by someone else."
"Well… I'm paying attention now, so I remembered…"
Dad smiled. "Being around Axel has helped you so much. I'm glad you found each other. Otherwise you'd still be a soulless shell that never talks to me. And Axel would be the same way to Reno."
I felt my cheeks redden. "Y-yeah… I'm glad… I have Axel…"
"Speaking of which, where is he? I thought he spent the night…"
I shook my head. "Reno made him go home, remember?"
"Ah, that's right. I don't see why he wouldn't just let Axel stay; he normally is perfectly fine with it."
'Maybe he caught on to the fact that he wasn't hallucinating when he saw us kissing…' I thought. 'Or that Axel swore up a storm at him...'
"But I digress. Here," my father put a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast down in front of me. "Eat up, okay?"
"Okay…" I quickly ate my food and brushed my teeth, turning to my dad. "Erm… Dad…?"
"Yes? What's on your mind, son?"
"Well… I…"
He turned to face me, concern in his eyes. "Is something wrong?"
"Axel said that… well… kids can kiss their parents on their birthdays… because they're family and all…" I didn't know why I was bothering to say any of this, but when Axel told me about things he would do with his parents when he was little interested me. I never really had a relationship with my father, but I was curious to try.
"That's right. You always used to get so angry when I would kiss you," he chuckled. "But I did it anyway, because I loved you."
'Love'
"Eventually you got old enough to actually hold extremely long grudges and I stopped before you ran away or something. Then I would have been really lonely. It was hard enough that you never spoke to me, but I would have broken down if you went missing."
"Dad…" I whispered.
He smiled at me. "You're my whole world, Roxas, whether you want to be or not. You mean everything to me, and I wouldn't be able to go on without you. Roxas… You've always been my little miracle."
'"Everything"… Axel… says the same…'
My dad wrapped his arm around my shoulders and embraced me lightly. I blushed as he kissed my forehead. "I love you, Roxas."
I reached up and kissed his cheek. "I… I love you too, Dad…"
"Thank you, Roxas…" he smiled, happier than I had ever seen him, almost to the point he looked about to cry. "That's… the best birthday gift I've ever gotten."
A knock on the door interrupted the warm silence of our tender moment, and when I heard the door open, a cat bolted past my feet. The cat that I found as a kid still lived with us, though she—her name was Jean, for her blue eyes and fur (she had been deemed a Russian Blue)—didn't become 'our cat' until I found that she had a litter of kittens under the porch. It was nearing winter, so I put a blanket in a wicker basket and put it outside, watching Jean carry each of her kittens into the basket one-by-one (six in all) before lying down with them and casting me a grateful look as I carried them inside and set the basket by the fireplace to warm them up.
Dad came home from the store and saw me sitting by the fireplace and watching the family of cats. He asked me if I wanted to keep them, and with a small nod, they became our pets.
The cat that had just rushed past my feet was a short-haired calico named Mitt. I remembered all of Jean's kittens by name and number, the number being when Jean had placed them into the basket. Mitt was number three.
"Roxas! Make sure Mitt doesn't scratch the couch!" Dad called.
"Okay!" I replied, prying the cat off of the couch and plopping her down next to the scratching post. "You use this, remember?" I pointed to it. Mitt always preferred furniture to scratching posts, a habit we have been trying to get her out for of most of her life.
I stood up, noticing that the couch had old Jean sound asleep next to her smallest kitten: number six, Ienzo, a small white cat with grey patches. Ienzo was the runt of the litter, and was the last to be placed into the basket. He liked to stay by his mother and sleep because he was always frail and easily tired. I pet his head and scratched Jean behind the ears, smiling when her loud purr filled the living room.
"What'cha doing, Rox?"
I winced. The sound of the door closing meant that Dad had gone somewhere after HE encouraged him that HE would watch me. 'Oh God, no…'
"Ouch, kid… that hurts. You still don't want to talk to me? Cloud said you started speaking and I hoped you would start up a conversation with me."
Refusing to respond, I turned around and walked past him. He grabbed my sleeve and whirled me around to face him.
"Come on, Rox…"
"You were never there for me and Dad before, but now you're suddenly interested in getting to know me? Let me go!"
"I think you're overreacting because you haven't seen me in so long…" he murmured seductively.
I hissed, struggling to break free of his grasp. "I think I'm under-reacting because you haven't molested me in so long!"
He clicked his tongue. "I've never molested you… you know that… admit it, Roxas… you were always willing…" his hand grazed my leg, rubbing small circles on my upper thigh and getting far too close to my private areas.
"I was NEVER willing to let you touch me!"
"That's not what you said back then… you were starved for attention. You begged me to touch you…"
"I was too young to know any better!" I snapped. "You told me you were doing those things because you loved me and wanted me to be happy! I didn't know you were using me, I was a little kid!"
Why? Why hadn't my dad heard me yelling? Why wasn't Axel here to protect me? Why was this happening again, just like when I was little?
"Ah!" I threw my head back in an involuntary moan of pain. At least, I knew in my mind that it was pain. My body still registered touches like his as positive—as love—so even when my mind screamed for him to stop, my body begged for him to keep going because it felt so good… Tears escaped my eyes as he continued to roughly stroke my growing arousal with his painful hands. "Please, stop! You're hurting me!"
"That's not what this is telling me…" he ran a sandpapery thumb over my slit and I screamed, releasing into his hand against my will. That wasn't pleasure, no matter what my body thought. That was pain. He forced me to lap my own seed off of his hand before throwing me onto my knees and shoving his fully-erect manhood into my mouth. "Suck."
Seeing no other option but to obey, I sucked him off until he suddenly sheathed himself fully down my throat and came, gagging and choking me with the burning hot semen running down my esophagus and windpipe. This was terrible. Where was my dad? Where was Axel? Hell, where was Reno, even? A fleeting thought crossed my mind that I would far rather be giving Reno a blowjob than being forced to give one to HIM. I was crying so much that my eyes were stinging and my vision was impaired, everything around me growing blurry.
"You've gotten bigger, Roxas…" he purred as he made me bend over and spread my legs for him to finger me. "Do you think you might be big enough to handle me inside this pretty little hole of yours?" he scratched a nail over my prostate, making me whimper as my vision turned red in pain, yet white in the makeshift pleasure.
"No… please, no…" I sobbed, hoping that he would change his mind about trying to shove his cock up my ass. "I'm not big enough! Please! I'm too little!" I begged, trying to make my voice sound younger.
He hummed in thought, adding another finger to join the first two that were toying with my insides. I tried to cry out, but my voice came out as nothing more than a cracked breath. "Maybe you're right… but then again… if I wait too long you won't be tight enough…" I heard the smirk in his next words. "We'll just have to see if you can stretch…"
"No!" I pleaded. He reached for a small bag he had been carrying over his shoulder, shoving a ball gag into my mouth and buckling it there before placing a phallic-shaped piece of plastic before my eyes. I shook my head franticly, trying to protest through the gag, but to no avail.
"You're going to practice with this first… and I'll watch you. Go ahead, Roxas… fuck yourself with it."
The malicious tone of his voice made me want to run away, but where was I supposed to go with a ball gag in my mouth, my pants and underwear tossed out of reach, and a sexual deviant ready to rape me at any given moment?
"Put on a good show for me, Roxas… I want something pretty to jerk off to…"
There had never been a time like this before. This was miles past his limits when I was younger. When I was a kid he would make me suck him off, he would finger me sometimes, or touch me in horrible, dirty places. I hadn't known any better. He said it was okay, because he loved me… and I never doubted him or questioned why when he told me we had to keep our 'love' a secret. He would tell me every time that he wanted to show me what love was like, and I always allowed him to do just that, eager to understand what everyone was talking about. Love… I would often think to myself… So this is what love is like? Is it supposed to feel like this?
And being naïve as I was, I started to believe him. If this was love, then it should feel good when he touched me. 'Okay,' my body would say, and then it would tell me it felt good. If this was love, I should do everything he wants me to, because it makes him happy. 'Okay,' my brain would say, and then I would submit to him whenever he asked it of me. Though I only saw him every few weeks or so, I figured it was okay because he would call me sometimes and he would always say he missed me. He loved me.
Or so I thought.
I stared at the toy, not making a move to touch it, let alone put it inside me. I had never used a sex toy before, I had never even seen one in real life, and I was far from eager to test it out. It was…
Searching for a word, 'gross' came to mind.
I was not going to use that. It wasn't going to happen.
"Roxas," he growled, not amused at my rejection of his toy. "Do it. NOW."
Normally, when he would raise his voice, I would instantly shrink back and apologize for upsetting him… but I was far too distracted by the repulsiveness of his order to really notice. A piece of plastic… why? Why would I put a piece of plastic where my lover belonged?
The thought of Axel snapped me to my senses. I suddenly realized that, unlike several previous encounters, my hands had been left unbound, the only reasons I hadn't used them before was out of habit and because I was using them to brace myself. I reached behind my head and fumbled with the buckle keeping the gag in place. When it fell to the floor I glared at him.
"I have someone who ACTUALLY loves me. I'm not touching that."
He scowled furiously. "You really think I'll let you get away with that?"
I looked down. He was right. I would have to do it… I sobbed, shivering in fear.
"I'm sure as hell not letting you get away with molesting my son!"
"Roxas! Roxas, are you alright?" Axel was at my side, wrapping his arms around my trembling frame. He glared at HIM. "Who the fuck are you?" he spat venomously.
HE chuckled maliciously, fastening his pants and smirking. "My name… is Xemnas. And that—" he pointed at me, "—is mine."
Dad growled and Reno appeared, roughly grabbing HIM and binding his hands behind his back before knocking him to the floor. I clutched Axel as Xemnas eye-raped me. Axel simply hugged me tighter. Dad sneered. "You're going to pay for this, Xemnas. I don't know how many times you've gotten away with it before… but that ends today. You will NEVER hurt my son again. Axel, take Roxas upstairs…" he looked at me sadly. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he blamed himself completely for my ignorance. Dad thought it was his fault that this happened… he thought he was a bad parent for letting me get hurt…
"D-dad…" I choked out. He looked at me with wide eyes. "It's… it's my fault… not yours… I'm… I'm sorry, Dad…" a fresh round of tears ran down my face.
"No, no… by all means, Cloud… blame yourself for never noticing when your son came home limping or covered in cuts and bruises… not seeing his rope-burned wrists, never spotting his hair and clothes looking out of place whenever he came home…"
"Cloud, don't listen to him…" Reno put a hand on my dad's shoulder just when it appeared as if he would break down.
"Please allow me to finish… you always said that Roxas was your everything, that he meant more to you than life itself… but you didn't care enough to see that he was being molested and defiled right under your nose. I suppose that means that life and everything didn't mean all that much to your dad, Roxas… That's why I had to take care of a beautiful boy who had nothing… not even the love of his father. I loved you more than he did, and you wanted every scrap of attention you could get from me…"
I looked down. I never had any emotions or anything until I met Axel… but I stayed with Xemnas… because I wanted to be wanted. I never cared about anyone or anything… but I felt so much better when he said he cared… because I loved to feel loved. I had a purpose when he told me I mattered, every time he said he loved me… I felt like I had a reason to exist. It was nice to think that someone cared whether or not I was happy, about whether I was eating properly or getting enough sleep, someone who listened to my problems and held me when I felt alone…
As a kid, just feeling wanted was reason enough to give him my body, and my 'love'.
"Shut up!" Axel roared. "What you did to Roxas WASN'T showing him love! I care more about Roxas than anyone else in the world could and I make sure to prove it to him every day! Even if I just speak to him or smile at him, I'm showing him that I'm there when he needs me because I love him!"
Oh no… Reno and Dad heard that…
"But regardless of what you think it means to love somebody, I can tell you right now that you're absolutely wrong! Cloud, don't listen to a fucking word of what he has to say! Come on, Roxas."
He carried me upstairs and helped me wash off in the bathtub, splashing me lightly when I stuck out my tongue at him. When I was clean, he dried me with a towel and kissed my forehead.
"I love you, Roxas."
"You yelled that you loved me in front of my dad and your brother…" I said softly.
"We can talk our way out of it later. All that matters now is that you're safe. Roxas… how long has he been doing those things to you?"
I sighed. "Since I was little… I think it started when I was five… it started with him offering to watch me when Dad was at work… and after about a month with him as my babysitter… he said he loved me… and everything grew from there… I haven't seen him since about two weeks before my eighth birthday… because the last day I saw him me and Dad moved here."
"Roxas…" he kissed me. "That was the real reason you didn't want to get physical with me… isn't it?"
"I didn't know why at first… I was just scared. I had almost completely forgotten about him until today… He wasn't the reason why I was hesitant with you… it was because no one had ever actually loved me before… I was afraid I would be a bad lover and you would abandon me or something…"
"You know I could never abandon you, my love…" he nuzzled my neck.
"I know that now… because we're really in love… and you would never hurt me… right?"
"That's exactly right, baby. I love you so much that it hurts sometimes."
I smiled softly as he slipped clean clothes onto my body, not really minding the sensation of being touched in the non-sexual way. When I was fully dressed, he looked at me sadly.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you…"
"Don't worry… you saved me in the end… so you're still my knight in shining armor… coming to my rescue on a little yellow seahorse…"
He chuckled, kissing me lovingly. "Part of me wonders just how frustrating it would be to try and get that armor off when my damsel in distress tries to repay his knight…"
"No more frustrating than those ridiculously complicated belts you simply love to wear," I teased. "Armor would be a piece of cake compared to those things."
"Yes, because I only wear a belt to see you pissed off when you try and get it off. It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I don't want anyone but you to see what I keep hidden in these pants."
I was really tempted to tease him with a 'there's not much to hide' but I had a feeling that would be a really, really bad idea. "You aren't very good at hiding, are you? I see something every time… or maybe there's just too much to cover up…"
From his purr, I figured that choosing to give Axel compliments over insults won me brownie points. He never did take insults well…
"But then again… I don't like seeing you so… constricted…" I dropped my tone a few octaves as I pulled him down on top of me on the bed. "Maybe hiding… isn't a good idea when you're hard like this…"
I heard him groan in arousal.
"You would be so much more… comfortable... if you simply set it free… I do love being able to see you so turned on around me, Axel…" I moaned out his name at the end of my phrase, panting to simulate when we had sex. "Oh, Axel… harder… faster… so good…" I moaned softly, seeing him grow even more uncomfortable in his confining jeans as he got harder with every dirty sound I made to arouse him. I was always very good at making him squirm, and it was amusing to see him beg for my attention to his arousal even though he didn't need to do more than simply ask. Not that I would actually tell him that.
Axel groaned again, writhing slightly at the sudden need growing in his trousers. I chuckled softly.
"Do you have something to say?" I raised an eyebrow playfully.
"…fuck…you…" he gasped.
I smirked, pretending to be taken aback. "That was rude~"
"N-no… I meant… I want… to fuck you…" he hissed.
His body winning over his logical restraint, he kissed my neck hungrily. I threw my head back and moaned his name before snapping to my senses when his hands touched me down there. I squeaked, pulling away from him as fast as I could. I backed into the far corner of the bed and shivered in fear. 'Why didn't that feel good like it always does when Axel touches me?'
"Roxas? Are you okay?"
I shook my head.
"Oh, shit… I'm sorry, Roxas, I didn't realize… that guy… him… he touched you there, didn't he?" he said quietly, fury and hatred for HIM bubbling over in his words.
I nodded, looking down.
Axel wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close. "Shh… It's alright… I'm here…"
I didn't realize until he said that… I was crying.
"I love you…" he placed several gentle kisses on my face and neck as he murmured the words to me. "I love you, Roxas… shh…"
He looked out the window at the sound of a police siren.
"They're taking him away. Good riddance… hurting my Roxas like that…" he grumbled. "He's got some nerve…"
I giggled softly. "You're the jealous type, I take it."
"Only over you, baby. You're mine…" he said in a childish voice and squeezed me like a stuffed toy. "Mine-mine-mine-mine-miiiine…"
I burst into laughter as he squished me against his chest and rocked from side to side to shake me slightly. "Axel!" I smiled. "You're smooshing me!"
"But you're miiiiineee…" he continued to squeeze me like a plushie. "I have no choice but to smoosh you…"
"You can always NOT smoosh me!"
"But then I'd have no one to squeeze," he smirked. "And where would the fun in life be if there was no one to squeeze?"
Part of me couldn't bring myself to argue with that logic, no matter how stupid it was.
And even with the trauma that morning, I was happy to be in Axel's arms (even if he was squeezing the life out of me as a sign of overwhelming affection), and I never suspected what Dad would tell me the next day…
Poor Roxas! But I digress. MOUSTACHE.