Hey guys! I know it's been a while but my exams are finally over! I couldn't post anything before considering I was studying my ass off for the upcoming exams. I hope I did well. Anyway! The moment you've all been waiting for! Here you go~

Chapter 27

(Axel POV)

It felt so good to turn away from those criticizing eyes, those eyes that were full of irrational judgment for the two homosexual boys. Honestly, who cared if they were gay? It wasn't as if their relationship was affecting the rest of the student's lives. Feeling the blonde's warm hand in his grasp, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the boy, smiling at the flush on Roxas' face, the redness of the blush standing out from the paleness of the boy's skin. That was when he felt the rage at the students in the room convert into steaming, bubbling passionate love for the blonde that was a foot away from him.

As he led Roxas out of the room, he couldn't stop glancing in the boy's direction, trying to examine his face to find out what the blonde was feeling at that moment. Fleetingly, his thoughts returned to the kiss they had shared just moments earlier, how loving and soft it had been. There had been so much love flowing between them that it was practically caressing the very air around them. Maybe that was why the students had noticed them kissing, maybe the feelings being shared by him and Roxas were just too powerful to be ignored. He smiled as they walked down the corridor, happy to finally be out of the cafeteria whilst the tension that had been in his muscles slowly leaked away, leaving him relaxed as they continued walking.

Feeling the boy's hand on his shoulder, Axel turned his head to smile at the blonde before yelping as he was pushed against the wall, the sound he had emitted being cut off as he felt soft lips press against his own. Groaning in pleasure at the passion and desperateness of the kiss, the redhead slid his arms around the boy's neck, pulling Roxas closer to his body, loving the feel of their bodies pressed flush against each other. Flicking his tongue against the blonde's lips, he smiled within the kiss, feeling all the love and passion flowing from Roxas' lips into his own mouth. Not letting the boy deepen the kiss, he pulled away to stroke the soft skin of the blonde's cheek, looking into those sea blue eyes before grinning at him. "Let's get out of here..."

(Zexion POV)

Now that he had let his true feelings out, he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed at his willpower. The only thing that kept him going was the fact that the bastard and his redhead were together, the most random relationship ever. He sighed as he looked at the dirty blonde in front of him before offering the boy a weak smile, which slowly turned into a smirk. Zexion had noticed the nervous expression on Demyx's face and automatically knew what the boy was thinking. He just had to make Demyx say it though. "So...how do you plan on winning Roxas' heart? Do you even know what to do?" Yeah that did sound spiteful, but who really gave a fuck? He didn't for sure.

He had already come up with a...half plan on getting Roxas and Axel separated, even though it was doubtful that it would work now. The blunette cursed himself at the recklessness of what he had done to the blonde earlier in the bathroom. That would definitely make chances of this actually working very thin. But there was always a chance right? Maybe there was a way to set them up against each other, perhaps making one of them lose trust in the other...He'd have to rely on Demyx for that, since he had already ruined his chances by what he had done. Besides, the dirty blonde was friendly enough for the both of them, the redhead and Demyx were pretty close as it was anyhow.

Groaning at what the dirty blonde said, he looked over at him before glaring. "That one's a bit obvious dickhead." Sighing before grabbing at his hair, he took a few steps back and leant against the wall, (the exact same spot that Roxas and Axel had been making out against) before sighing to himself. "We can do nothing in here...You free after school?" There was nothing they could do at night, which would make things much harder now that Axel and Roxas were living together. They needed to plan a method to get the two apart...Maybe Demyx had come up with something too? That could be discussed later, he supposed.

(Roxas POV)

All thoughts of hatred and astonishment at the kids in the lunch room disappeared as Axel returned his kiss, the love in Roxas leaping up to cause a smile to form under those perfect lips. These arms that gripped him so firmly, the chest and stomach that fit so perfectly against his own... how could he describe it? Intoxicating, addicting, inescapable... no, those sound too negative. It was all of the blonde's happiness, bliss, and contentment - that warm, bubbly feeling proved it. Axel is the only one who's ever made him this happy. He is Roxas' happiness, and always will be.

Although, at this moment in time, that 'warm, bubbly feeling' was swiftly being over taken by something that was more like a 'raging, fiery need'. The person he loved so much was so close, pressing himself so tightly against the blonde's small body, yet this was so far from satisfying. Sure, it quelled the lust a bit, but a second later it would come back tenfold. Oh god - that tongue grazed his lip, and Roxas felt his cheeks getting redder. And more of this, and the blonde wouldn't be able to keep this demon under control any longer! He was both relieved and disappointed when the red-head pulled away, and Roxas let out a small whimper at the loss of contact. But, those eyes... the green color had been burned into the boy's retinas, and it had become a comforting color in his world. But - was that a glimmer of the fire Roxas longed for? That promising spark of need, hidden just behind that bright jade? Maybe he was just imagining things, overcome with his own urges. But that grin... what was he thinking? What was the blonde thinking? Maybe he was just insane with lust....

He nodded at his lover's words, a small smirk crawling across his features. He separated himself from Axel regrettably, his mind telling him not to let go. He kept the red-head's hand held tightly in his own, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the back of his hand.

(Demyx POV)

Well, Demyx wasn't known for saying the most intelligent things, but when Zexy insulted him, he suddenly felt very stupid. Having someone else say it was worse than thinking by yourself that you're an idiot. Unless he was being an idiot about being called a dickhead.... Either way, it made him reluctant to say anything else on the subject.

The blunette's previous question had shook him a bit, too. The dirty blonde really needed to learn to not show everything he was thinking through his expression. Zexy is a bright one, though, he probably would've known that anyways. Demyx kept his mouth shut, though. It's true that he had no experience, but he didn't want Zexy to say any disparaging remarks about it, because that would just make it worse. He really did want to be 'experienced' before he did anything with the blonde, but seeing as how that's impossible....

Zexion was better at the thinking part of stuff like this anyways. It's not like the blunette would take anything he said seriously either way. No one ever did, really. Still, Demyx watched Zexy as he back against the wall, and the question that came next lifted the dirty blonde's mood a bit. "Y-yes." It would be much better to plan outside of the school building, away from prying eyes. Besides, Demyx had never been to Zexy's house before, maybe they'd be going there - his curiosity wanted to see what kind of place the blunette lived in. He seemed like the kind of only child who was brought up in a mansion, and his parents worked twenty-four seven, so all he had was a gigantic library, full of different books....

He wondered where they were meeting.... Maybe they'd end up spying on the red-head, the dirty blonde knew Zexy knew where he lived, because he's just a fountain of information like that.... They could try and get some dirt on him, or Roxas... nothing that would hurt the blonde, of course. Maybe. Well, hurting him would be okay, as long as Demyx was the one to be there for him when he was down.... He had a feeling one of the held a secret that no one knew, except for each other, maybe. Or maybe the other wouldn't know, and that would make it so much more satisfying to use that against them. And evil grin spread over Demyx's face, much like one he'd seen on Zexy's countenance.

(Axel POV)

He couldn't mistake the need that was so prominent in his boyfriend's face, the reason that he noticed it was that he could feel his own passion rushing inside his veins. It was almost as if they were pulsing with the need to take the blonde somewhere quiet and ravish him senseless. Somewhere quiet...That sounded too good to be true right at this point. They could always go behind the school right? Or the art block? Then again, the redhead couldn't stand staying in the building for a moment longer, the lust that was building inside his chest was becoming unbearable as his eyes roved over Roxas' body, his own body shivering slightly as he felt the boy's thumb run against his skin.

Pulling the blonde along the corridor, Axel couldn't help but feel as if he was the dominant one at this point of the relationship. Yeah, so he surrendered slightly when they had been in the bathroom but that didn't meant that he wasn't in control right? Besides, he loved the feeling of Roxas taking him, but being the one inside the blonde just felt so...right. Turning his head to look at the boy beside him, he felt a smile grow upon his face, the passion and lust in his eyes turning into soft affection as he watched his boyfriend virtually run along with him.

Had it really only been two fucking days since they had started going out? It felt like so much longer... The blonde just felt so comfortable in his arms and the boy's lips felt so good against his own. Oh god...His emerald orbs were alight with passion once more as they snapped to Roxas' lips before licking his own in apprehension. Axel continued pulling the boy until they were facing the entrance to the school before whispering in his ear. "I wanna go home..." His eyes held his hidden meaning as he stared at the blonde intently, waiting to see if he would agree or not.

(Zexion POV)

Knowing what the dirty blonde's reaction would be, Zexion smirked as he was mentally proved right before pushing off the wall to look at Demyx closely. "You're coming to my house then. Meet me at the entrance in an hour." They really would have to discuss what was going on with the annoying couple in private, where they could stress their anger as much as they wanted to. Turning away from Demyx, he started walking towards the bathroom door, his hands in his pockets before looking over his shoulder at the dirty blonde. Maybe he had been too cruel to the boy, but then again, why would he care?

Before he could even think of apologising, the blunette realised that there was a complete lack of answer from Demyx and smirked slightly, before turning his head back around again. So he really had no idea about how to seduce someone? But then again, Zexion was really a "do it against the wall" kinda guy. He wasn't too good when it came to charming his partner, but once he put his mind into getting someone into bed with him he never woke up alone.

As he reached the door, he looked over at Demyx before shaking his head. The boy probably needed a few lessons...He couldn't even seduce a slut let alone a guy who's already in love. At that thought he shuddered before glowering darkly at the floor and walked out of the bathroom with a gruff "later" as he headed back towards class.

(Roxas POV)

The blonde saw his partner turn to look at him, and he looked up and smiled at the caring glint he saw in those green orbs. How could life get any better? Roxas had gone from having nothing much at all spectacular happening, to having everything happening all at once. He wasn't sure what to think about it, really - had he really met the love of his life, lost his virginity, made new friends and enemies, been raped, threatened, and healed all in the same... how long had it been? A day and a half, maybe? Was it real?

Those demons no longer plagued him like they used to, but every now and then, like right now for instance, they covered the proverbial sun that was shining on the boy's face and blacked out what he held of his joyousness. What was it that he was doubting, exactly? He needed to pinpoint it.... Then, as Axel's face transformed from a comforting expression to one just dripping with lust and need, he'd found what he doubted. It was no longer the circumstance of finding the red-head that he couldn't say he entirely believed was real, but the man himself. His lover, protector, savior, partner, sex god....

That was it. The sex, lust, need and want he'd felt in his heart since the first time he'd laid eyes on Axel way back when. Was it the reason for their irrational behavior, their proclamations of holding so much 'love' for each other already? Was it just hormones, sexual desire, that was swirling their brains into a dazed mess of feelings they had confused as being love and affection? As Axel stopped and spoke to him, the blonde barely heard his plea to go home. Home... Roxas' new home was at the red-head's. Had that been a rash decision too? Moving in together... something older people did after months of knowing each other, sometimes years....

Maybe he was being too logical. "Axel... I...." He couldn't say it. Nothing. Nothing came to his mind in response to Axel's words. Not 'I love you', 'I can't', 'Get away from me'... just... nothing. He felt... empty. Had all his feelings left his heart, mind, and body, figuring they had been found out and there was no winning anymore? He felt the breath on his ear, saw those glowing eyes alight with need only Roxas could give him, and all he could think about was how he shouldn't indulge in the red-head. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore. How could this happen so fast? ...Can you honestly say that you're truly in love with me?" He turned to stare into those eyes with his own piercing gaze. "Dig deep... and tell me if you feel anything there at all." He still held the red-head's hand absentmindedly, his grip weaker than it had been before.

(Demyx POV)

Zexion's house? So he would get to see where he lived - Demyx's heart jumped with joy for a moment, before Zexy turned to go. He was just a pawn, wasn't he? He felt like a dog being given orders by his owner - orders he was asked to carry out, but that he had agreed to doing, just as the master planned. He wasn't sure how he felt about this fact, and just stood there without responding to Zexy. He thought about taking action on that self-accusation and proving himself wrong, but as always, the momentous amount of cowardice within him leaped up and put a stop to any sort of thought process.

What was the blunette thinking, exactly? He'd turned and smirked at him, in that spooky way that someone did when they were plotting world domination or something. The dirty blonde just watched him, wondering what plans he had for that afternoon at his place. Demyx hoped they'd come up with a plan for getting back at the red-headed bastard for taking his precious obsession from him, although he'd have a hard time convincing the devious Zexion to hurt Axel at all....

What the hell was the guy doing? The blunette looked back again, and after throwing a contemplating look at him, turned back around and said his goodbye. What's up with the double take? Demyx folded his arms over his chest and huffed, annoyed with the whole thing. Then the dismissal bell startled him, and he left the restroom a little while behind Zexy, joining the crowd in heading back to class. There was a weird, horrible dread deep in his gut, tinged with a bit of excitement, about what would happen later when he spent time with the evil mastermind.

(Axel POV)

Smiling gently as his blonde lover smiled up so sweetly at him, the redhead's hand gripped the boy's tightly as he pulled Roxas closer to his body. Everything that had happened...It was just so amazing. Maybe not all of it, some of it had just been plain terrifying and excruciating. A flashback of Roxas' deadened eyes as he lay on the bathroom floor crossed Axel's mind as he stared down at the boy's face. Sorrow suddenly replaced the look of bliss that had previously been in Axel's eyes as he raised a hand to stroke the blonde's cheek, revelling in the warmth that radiated off the boy's pale skin.

His lust had now long gone as he thought of how much this boy meant to him as he clutched Roxas tightly to his body, his heart hammering against the boy's own. Staring down into that beautiful face, a cold, seeping feeling trickled down into his stomach as he saw the smile on the blonde's face being replaced by a nervous expression. What was wrong? Had he done something? Cupping Roxas' cheek worriedly, Axel looked deep into the boy's eyes, searching for anything that may be hurting his love. Love...Warmth spread throughout his body as he watched the boy closely in his arms.

He loved him...He could actually honestly, truly admit to himself that he loved Roxas. But what he thought didn't matter right now, Roxas was the most important thing in his life. Blinking as the boy opened his mouth, Axel watched him intently, wondering if he would voice what the problem was. As he was asked the question, sadness slowly creeped across the redhead's face as he looked down at the blonde. Did he really not think that he loved him? "Does it matter how fast something can happen?" Axel pulled the boy impossibly close as he whispered into his ear, "all that matters is that it did to me...As for love? Can't you see that it's more than that Roxas? I don't just love you. You're everything to me..."

There was honestly a limit to how much the redhead could voice, he had never been good at portraying his feelings with words. He was the kind of 'Actions show more than words' kind of guy, with that said Axel rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Only you can make me act that corny, that's gotta be another thing right?" He smiled as he kissed the boy's cheek and squeezed his hand, watching him lovingly for a reaction, any reaction.

(Zexion POV)

Sighing softly as the bell rang, Zexion slowly stood up after packing his bag and headed towards the classroom door. So, things would start to pick up now hm? Finally...He would get what he wanted and so would Demyx, two birds with one stone you would call it. Axel...The blunette's fists clenched as he thought of the redhead. He needed him. He had to have him.

Slamming the door open, Zexion stepped out into the hallway and began to slowly walk to the entrance of the school. Who cared if there was still half the day left? There were more important things that needed to be done, such as claiming Axel. His eyes glinted as he stopped outside the door and waited for Demyx, his back leaning against the wall casually as he pushed one earphone into his ear, knowing that he needed SOMETHING to distract himself.

(Roxas POV)

That eclipse was breaking, shattering in slow motion, that glow of Axel's shining through the intrusion with a reassuring tone. Time... was irrelevant, right? The red-head had just said it. Roxas' brain was locked tight in a rut, though, all the sadness he would have felt over this last day and a half stirring up from the bottom finally, like he'd sensed would happen. He repeated in his head, 'he's right, he's right, he's right...' and the grip on his body felt foreign, breath on his ear and neck impossibly cold with uneasiness. He truly wasn't made to be in such a relationship, the blonde figured. He'd always been rather... alone. That was his 'everything', his solitary nature, his detachment and aloofness when confronted by anything like this. Well, it was all he'd ever known. His heart was ready for change, his mind wasn't.

Roxas didn't move to wrap his arms around the man, the movement that would have felt so natural to him only a second ago. It was like his subconscious was purging him of all unnecessary likes and dislikes, simplifying. Such an action didn't even come to mind. He wished, with all his heart that he could stop worrying, stop being so paranoid about this, quit being such an insufferable git. He couldn't bring himself to look up at his lover, but just fixed his gaze on their hands, nearly being able to see the golden affection pouring from Axel, the truth that surrounded them.

"You... deserve something else. More than me." Words came awkwardly to him, put out of his mouth by his conflicting sides. Roxas would always be like this. He was born suspicious, weird, cautious, self-regretting, spontaneous, cloudy-minded, and simply reckless. Axel... Axel deserved someone more... perfect, like he was. Less nervous, taller, more confident, perhaps a gorgeous, rich businessman who would give Axel anything he wanted. The blonde wished he could be like that. Looking up for a split second to see the thought in the red-head's eyes, feeling the hopeful smile like suffocating, chlorinated pool water. "I... Nothing's right." His eyes darted around, from their hands to the floor to his feet and Axel's feet and the door. "I can't... believe..." He felt like they were water and oil, wanting to mix but unable to do so, forced together by a mysterious hand who'd just given up the ghost. Words failed him. Tears failed him.

(Demyx POV)

As the bell rang obnoxiously, Demyx picked his bookbag up of the floor and stood up, fast-walking out the door of the classroom. He'd ben thinking about nothing but later today, about how he and Zexy would start conspiring about how to split Axel and Roxas. His hunger for the boy hadn't lessened any. Not that he expected it to. Or wanted it to.

He headed for the nearest exit to the courtyard, spying the familiar head of blue hair from a hallway away. He bee-lined there, waving to the boy as he came within eyeshot. The dirty blonde smiled and said a simple hello. SImple and overly optimistic, per usual. The two were like polar opposites, not exactly the best of friends, but they had to work together to get what they wanted. After that, who knows? Demyx personally wanted to be friends with everyone, and saw no reason why anything would stop him from doing so. Other than the other people obviously. Zexion was one of those people. Picky about friendship, he supposed. Or something.

"Where exactly do you live, anyways?"

(Axel POV)

Warmth was bursting from within him as he stared at the boy in front of him, watching as the blonde seemed to be looking in so many different directions. Why was he nervous? Did he...Again, coldness tingled down his spine as Axel looked at Roxas. Did Roxas...not feel the same way any more or something? Emerald eyes suddenly grew slightly duller as the boy in front of him continued to fidget, his hand tightening around the blonde's even more so as he waited. Waited for what exactly? That was something even he didn't know. The tension was killing him.

Nothing, not even a twitch in response after Axel had told him his feelings, no return of affection or rejection to his words. What exactly did that mean? The redhead couldn't even look at the boy's eyes as the blonde's head was downturned, looking at their entwined hands. He had no idea what Roxas was feeling, it even scared him slightly as he remained silent, waiting for the boy's answer.

That was when it came, that soft yet hesitant answer that turned the coolness in Axel's spine into a throbbing heat. It scorched him as he suddenly felt anger. Anger? At what exactly? Not at Roxas...More so what the boy was thinking. How could the blonde ever think that the redhead deserved better? How could Roxas want someone as alone, secretly insecure and mentally insane as Axel? His eyes burned as he looked down at the boy before jerking his hand and began dragging the blonde down the hallway.

Flinging open the fire escape door and slamming it behind him, Axel turned to face Roxas and grabbed his shoulders before shaking him harshly. "How the fuck can you even think that? I'm the one who doesn't deserve you, you dumbass!" Closing his eyes, he felt his temper rushing through his body, spreading as quickly as a fire would through dry wood. It was uncontrollable. "Nothing's right? Do you not want to be with me or something? Is this...Is this some way to fucking get rid of me?" As he continued ranting at the boy, his own insecurities slipped into the conversation before he could catch what he was saying. It was full blown, nothing was held back as he shook Roxas for emphasis."Did you just want to sleep with me and then dump me? Use me for all I'm worth like the other shitholes in this school?!" Letting go of the boy, Axel stared into his eyes, panting harshly at the emotional and physical strain that was currently flooding his mind and body.

(Zexion POV)

His eyes were closed as he listened to the music, trying to lose his mind to the rhythm as he leaned against the wall. That was when he felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up, spotting the dirty blonde as he stood in front of him. Pulling the earphone out of his ear, the blunette yawned before stuffing his MP3 into his bag. "Let's go."

As they walked, Zexion looked down at the floor, his hands fisting once more as he continued walking. He was getting closer to his dream, each step he took drew him closer to his goal. Axel... There was nothing left for him now, except for him...Looking over as Demyx asked him the question, Zexion rolled his eyes as he walked. "In a house." It would only be a five minute walk from here, then they could begin to plan.

(Roxas POV)

For another split second, after he found his vocal chords had given up on him, Roxas saw the anger and hatred in the red-head's burning green eyes. It was his fault. The red-head for sure hated him now, because Roxas knew what he was saying was what he really felt. Of course, the affection was still there, buried deep under a thick layer of skepticism; the lust he'd felt only a minute ago also ran a calm course through his veins. He just felt so... conflicted. He wanted Axel, with all his heart, but... why? Why? The amount of time it took for this to happen, how quickly his heart was ripped open, drained, and filled anew, then emptied again by Zexion and healed by his lover... Roxas wanted to believe it didn't matter to him, as it didn't matter to the red-head. But it always mattered. His parents created and destroyed the blonde's life, and they had gotten married nine months after meeting. That was the foundation on which his mind based all his actions, all his friendships and... more-than-friendships. He couldn't help but be the way he was.

Roxas felt himself pulled roughly towards the door, and for a moment didn't know what was going to happen to him. Would he get beat up again, like had happened time and time again by people he thought liked him? Or would Axel just tell him he was right, and leave, parting with a good punch to the gut or something? The latter would be devastating. Actually, both situations would be. He was sure it was only one or the other. That was when fierce hands grasped his shoulders and the blonde flinched, ready for whatever would come. He felt his feet slip as he was shaken, shocked blue eyes looking upwards to catch the utterly raw emotion in Axel's face. Roxas moved a hand up to grasp the strong arm that controlled him so effortlessly, to stop himself from falling to the ground.

D-doesn't deserve Roxas? Personally, this was an alien phrase to the blonde. No one ever saw him as truly being worth something before. Someone who they wanted to be around.... The red-head's intensity burned Roxas through and through, his voice still paralyzed - although he doubted anything he'd say would be audible, due to the fact his thoughts were jumbled by all this shaking. But he couldn't bring himself to stop his lover. Roxas stuttered something at Axel's next words, about getting rid of him. Actually, the blonde now realized that he couldn't possibly just leave this man. No... that's not what he wanted at all. He'd been... confused... by the thought of this being all lust-driven and crazy. Yeah, it was crazy, crazier than anything else on the planet, but... he'd been too drastic. He always had been.

Another hand reached up to hold Axel's other arm, as the blonde felt his brain getting jostled around harder as the man continued. What? That... wasn't what he meant at all. That was the most meaningful thing he'd ever done before, to make love to Axel.... It wasn't just lust. He realized that as a thought ran through his mind: 'We made love.' Not just, 'we had sex.' Love. He'd never thought of it as just having sex. The word 'love' was always in his thoughts when he thought of it. Roxas finally got up the strength to say something, but the red-head's next question rendered him silent again. The other shitholes...? Had Axel been like that? Roxas never knew. What had the blonde done? He suddenly felt awful, horrid, for letting Axel remember something like that. He didn't want his lover to ever have to think of that again, to give him no need to be so upset and angry.

"Axel..." He had released Roxas, and so his hands also fell back to his sides. Wide azure eyes darted back an forth, looking into his partner's with shame, horror, and pity etched in his countenance. "I-I'm sorry...." He couldn't figure out how to say it, although he'd had no problems with words before. That was just what Axel did to him. "I... God, I'm so stupid." And selfish. And blind. Naive. "I can't think straight, or figure any of this out... I just came to a stupid, stupid idea and it took over. I know I could never leave you, never let you go like that.... I never want to see you like this again. I'm so fucking stupid." A hand moved up to catch the tears before they could drip down rosy cheeks, breaking eye contact. Fuck... he'd messed things up. He always did, and he always regretted it later. Like now. What would the red-head say? He was furious at the blonde, so much so that Roxas could feel the rage pulsing around him.

"I'm just... sick of this. Sick of feeling so paranoid and worrying so fucking much. I tried to push it away, and it... attacked me. I can't be normal, I can't just do something like this without driving myself crazy with worry. It's fucking... horrible. I want you so bad, but I can't believe anything I feel or hear or..." His breath was ragged by now. "I've been taken advantage of too many times, hurt too much to trust anyone. Especially my fucking parents. It's all their fault... I hate it...." The last sentence was drowned out as he brought both arms up to stifle a cry. Hopelessness coursed through him, knees shaking slightly, wanting to run.

(Demyx POV)

Demyx laughed inwardly at Zexion's response, never being one to realize right away when someone was insulting him. He followed the blunette, the silence between them made less tense by the other students who were chatting outside the school and such. But the dirty blonde still felt like he should talk, make conversation or something. But how do you do that with Zexy? He seemed like the type to casually talk about nuclear physics or something complex like that.

When they were all alone walking down the street, Demyx shifted the bag on his back and said, "Soo... d'you have any ideas yet?" He had a few things brewing in his mind, so Zexy must have a million more stirring in that brilliant brain of his. Maybe.

(Axel POV)

As the red head had been yelling, he didn't even notice the expressions that the boy was making or what he was feeling. He was just too focused on letting everything out, releasing his rage onto the boy so he knew what an idiot he was being for thinking shit like that. Staring down at the blonde, he felt wetness at the corner of his eyes before turning his head slightly, not realising that tears had been falling from his eyes as he had been yelling. Not wanting Roxas to see, Axel lifted his hand as if to rub his forehead before wiping his eyes quickly and looked back at him.

Hearing his name, he looked back at the blonde before watching the expressions on his face. The redhead's eyes flicking from one of Roxas' eyes to the other, searching through the boy's emotions. His eyes flashed one again as he saw pity in the boy's eyes before taking a step back. Axel didn't need this boy's fucking pity for what happened during his school life, his fists clenched as he looked down at the floor, wondering what the boy was thinking. Did this boy actually care about him? The redhead continued looking down as his thoughts whirled around in his mind, thinking of every moment he had been with Roxas so far and thinking back to whether the boy looked as if he cared. It seemed so...But then again, some people were good actors as he had found out.

With a grunt, he listened to the rest of the blonde's sentences before looking up at him, shock written all over his features. So...he did care. Looking down once more to hide the slight smile that had crossed his face, Axel listened to the boy more as his fists unclenched. Roxas was just as insecure as him...He should have known that the boy was worried about everything around him, this included. The urge to show Roxas exactly how fucking insecure he, himself had been was just unbearable before.

Without looking up, he couldn't help himself as he heard the boy's broken voice and grabbed the blonde around the waist, dragging Roxas close to his body before burying his face against the boy's neck, breathing his scent in. "I'm sorry too...I shouldn't have blown up at you.." Axel gently stroked the blonde's hair, his own heart paining him as he listened to every word Roxas spoke. All he wanted was to take the pain away. "Ya know something? I was feeling the same earlier...But for this...For this I just wanted to throw away my insecurities and jump in. For once in my life I wanted to do that, for you. I want to be with you so much, you gotta fucking understand that..."

That was when Roxas cried out and Axel pulled the boy closer before picking him up, slinging both their bags over his shoulder as he ran down the fire escape stairs towards the school grounds. They had gone through enough school for that day, perhaps it would be better to finish the rest at home. Their home...Axel smiled to himself as he sprinted with the boy in his arms, trying to get home as fast as possible.

(Zexion POV)

Sighing softly as he had put one of his earphone's back into his ears, Zexion walked slowly, trying to enjoy the music as he lost himself. That was when he heard an annoying buzzing and opened his eyes to look around. Demyx. Zexion groaned before taking out the earphone and putting his MP3 away once again...So much for listening to it on the way home. Looking over to Demyx, he raised an eyebrow before smirking slightly at his question.

"One or two...But let's go home before we talk about it." It seemed that was the only topic that would get the blunette to perk up if anything. Pointing down the street, he looked towards the dirty blonde again. "Not far. That's it there." Excitement started building up in the pit of his stomach as he neared the house, just wanting to start planning already.

(Roxas POV)

It was only as the blonde was pulled into that embrace that he looked up and saw the redness on Axel's face, the rawness that meant he'd rubbed tears out of his eyes. Roxas just kept feeling worse and worse about this whole thing, a creeping feeling still eating his mood, the warmth the red-head surrounded him in contradicting the situation. He was glad though, that the red-head wasn't absolutely pissed at him. Although, the boy had to admit that he just wanted to punch the guy, for being so irresistably adorable and insufferably impossible. It was all the red-head's fault - all this confusion and the stupid things the blonde was saying, the anger, the content feeling the boy felt as Axel held onto him....

He was about to speak again, in reply to this and what Axel has said, but the thoughts flew out of his mind as he was swept off his feet, arms swiftly coming up to wrap around the red-head's shoulders for fear of falling. "Woah, what the -" Roxas thought for a moment of being spotted by the Principal, out a window or something, and momentary panic set in, the reality of where they were kicking in again. "Hold on a sec - I can walk you know!" His countenance was turning redder, putting up a small struggle, not really pushing away from Axel - falling on his ass wouldn't exactly help his previous injury.

The blonde thought that this was utterly ridiculous. He'd never been carried anywhere before, and had always thought it was a stupid little kid thing to do. Definitely not something a partner should do to their lover. But, he was supposed to be trying to stop his worrying. His struggling stopped, and he just held on to Axel, a disgruntled look on his face.

Worry, worry, worry.... It was all he'd ever done. First, it was his father, throwing sharp and heavy things around, screaming that they weren't worth his time and money.... His mother, trying to appease him by obeying his commands to lock the blonde in his room.... Eventually, he grew up a bit, gained some mental capacity, and became paranoid about more serious things than being grounded for no reason. He wondered, everything his mother cooked, whether or not he'd drop dead from poisoning, or have a serious allergic reaction and his father would just say, 'Oh, he's faking it. Leave him be.' For that reason, he'd always stayed away from strawberries and peanuts while it was just the three of them. Just incase. Then, he started junior high. People in elementary school were all kind, understanding... his new teachers were strict, and Roxas could've sworn one of them had fangs. Hia paranoia obviously got worse. There's so much more... too much.

The blonde thought that he might've been dying, thinking of all this. Seeing his life flash before his eyes sort of thing. He just took a deep breath, pushed it all away, and felt a smile come over his face. He knew life would be better without worrying all the time, but it would be extremely difficult to forget it all, to just stop. Axel was here, though. He would make the blonde forget about his worries, his insecurities.... The blonde pulled himself up to lay a kiss on Axel's cheek. "...Thank you." There was a tinge of the embarassment in his voice still, hinting that he wasn't thanking the red-head for the ride. A single word fluttered across his mind now, strong and distracting - forever.

(Demyx POV)

Demyx smiled at the blunette's reply - he knew Zexy would have something up his sleeve. His ideas were probably more creative than his own, devious and sneaky, like the boy had always been. The dirty blonde's were more... obvious. For instance, just getting Larxene or Saix to make a move on one of them and have the other one ctch them in the act. 'This isn't what it looks like!' type of thing. Obvious, yes?

And slightly stupid. They should do this without any outside help, to avoid suspicion. Then again, Demyx had always thought that two heads were better than one, three heads were better than two, excetra. He liked people and their quirks, and wanted to know all of them. He usually ended up liking all of them too, no matter what strange personalities they held. He was just that way. Like he was with Zexy. Everyone else always said that the blunette was an insufferable smart-ass, but Demyx thought he could be worse. He always defended the boy when such things were said about him, or when people called him other things.... Most of the time he just got a strange look and the person would shut up and walk away. Victory.

He just couldn't defent himself when they said things about him. He felt stupid doing so, sort-of like tooting his own horn. If he said anything to defend himself, they'd just laugh and say something else. Tease him. Whatever. It never phased him anyways. He had the amazing ability to be completely unaware, to always be happy and talkative, slightly annoyingly so, all the time. Either that or he just had short-term memory loss.

Demyx just kept his mouth shut for the rest of their walk, observing the house they[were approaching, trying to contain himself. The one thing he did know was that Zexy liked it when the dirty blonde could shut his mouth for a second.

(Axel POV)

Perhaps he shouldn't have have said that about throwing all your worries away. That was all that Roxas did most of the time...Axel knew that the boy was a worrier, but he just wanted the boy to have a break, from all that...worrying. Looking down as he ran, he smiled slightly and shook his head, panting slightly as his lungs starting straining. Turning his head slightly as he ran, the redhead caught a glimpse of the disgruntled look on his blonde's face before grinning to himself. Poor Roxas...Yet he couldn't resist how adorable the boy looked at the moment.

That was when he felt a gentle peck on his cheek and turned his head again before hearing a whisper of gratitude. Smiling gently at the boy as he ran, he didn't notice the rock of the floor as his foot skidded above it. "Holy fuck!" Almost falling flat on his face, he wavered back and forth trying to regain his balance and keep a firm hold on the blonde before he started running again. 'Look where you're going...Think about shit when you get back to the house.'

Clutching the boy whilst making sure the bags didn't slide off his shoulders, Axel continued running until he stood outside his apartment with Roxas in his arms. Letting the boy slide back onto the floor, he handed back the blonde's bag before rummaging in his own for his keys. Finally, they could have some proper privacy to chat...amongst other things. With that thought, Axel couldn't help but look at his lover, a mischevous glint in his eyes before sliding his key into the lock and opening the door.

Walking inside and leaving the door open for Roxas, he flung his bag onto the couch before sitting down. It had been such a long day, suprisingly long...He sighed as he thought back to everything, he would have to sort out that blue haired bastard as soon as he saw him again. Looking up at Roxas, he gave the boy a smile not really knowing what would happen...at least for the first few minutes. He had a very clear idea about what he wanted to be doing for the rest of the night. Emerald eyes flared with lust as he stared at Roxas. His small, adorably cute and sexy blonde. He was so happy now that they had some peace.

(Zexion POV)

Sighing happily at the silence, Zexion continued walking, his eyes staring directly at his own house. Rushing up the driveway, he opened the door before walking inside quickly. Finally....they could start planning. Turning to look at Demyx, he gave the dirty blonde his first smile that day before heading towards the kitchen to make some coffee. "Want some?"

(Roxas POV)

Roxas linked his hands together, holding tight onto his lover, thinking they were both about to tumble to the ground. Well, in Axel's case, it probably would've been a nosebleed-enducing smash, or crash, or whatever. "Jesus, Axel!" Roxas laughed slightly as the red-head caught his balance in a rather ungraceful manner. God, the guy was hopelessly adorable, and unbearably sexy at the same time.... It was a tricky equation, that's for sure. The things he did were slightly childish, a bit naive, but he looked like a supermodel, with abs of steel, a talented tongue....

The blonde realized he was looking at Axel, and looked away quickly, looking where they were going instead. If he wasn't already as red as he could've been, he would have turned more pinkish right then. For a split second, the thought that that lust was all there was came to the forefront of his mind again, but he pushed it away. All he needed to do was focus on the love within his heart, cultivate it with sweet thoughts of why he loved the red-head so much. It wasn't that he needed to justify it to himself, it was that... he needed to convince the 'inner Roxas'... his subconscious? Something like that. He didn't put too much thought into it.

He was thankful for the new contact with the ground, the slightly embarrassing situation done and over with. As his bag was handed to him, he checked to make sure his mp3 player and camera was still in the front pocket. He'd utterly die if they weren't there. Although, now that he thought about it, his mp3 player had always been a catalyst for his antisocial attitude. 'Music is better than listening to some idiot talk.' That had basically been his motto. So, everywhere he went, when he knew people wouldn't talk to him, he stuck his earbuds in his ears and sent the message that he didn't want to be bothered. Now, he didn't need it. He had Axel, and that meant he'd never be alone again. Theoretically, of course.

He stepped into the house behind the red-head, dropping his bag by the door and dropping dramatically to the ground. He laid on his stomach for a moment, before flipping over and sitting up. He looked to Axel, who had thrown himself on the couch, and couldn't help but smile. A wide, white smile. He was excited about not having to be so paranoid all the time, that he had someone to share these things with from now on. Axel meant the world to him. He sighed, and suddenly saw the fleshlust blaze up in grassy green eyes again. This in turn ignited something in the blonde, a hot ghost of feeling spreading from his groin to his fingertips. At the same time, apprehension flooded him, his body remembering Zexion and how Roxas had been defiled. He just looked back down to the floor, fidgeting with a shoelace.

(Demyx POV)

As they entered the door to Zexy's abode, Demyx having to sprint to keep up with the blunette, the guy seemed to lighten up a bit. The dirty blonde saw a flash of a smile on Zexy's face as he asked the polite question. Was it because they weren't in public anymore? Was Zexy the type to act different around people he didn't know, and turn into someone completely foreign while with his 'friends'? Demyx knew a few people like that. Saix, for example.

He continued looking searchingly at the boy, and replied, "Sure." He'd never had coffee before, but he felt like he should try and be... nonchalant around Zexy, like he was. Although it didn't really matter, because they'd just end up going through with their plans to separate the two lovebirds, then parting, happy and thankful for their new partners. Mm hmm. Demyx dropped his book bag in the doorway to the kitchen, and took the nearest seat. The 'talent' of his to think of many different things at once was put into effect, as he wondered what Zexy was going to say about his plans, observing his surroundings, and trying to figure out what kind of person the blunette was simultaneously.

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