Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Kingdom Hearts. Not even a copy of KH2! Someone stood on my copy! How rude of them!

But anyway. Warnings! Not many - just mentions of guy on guy, a little blood, nothing too gory. Rating's just for safety. All uses of the words 'kid' and 'boy' are purely Axel being a jerk-wad. Roxas is intended to be of age by this point - 18 and in his last year of school.

There are those people who never ask to get bitten – the ones who get drained and killed without being turned. Then there are those lucky enough to survive the transformation. Then there are those who offer themselves up in exchange for freedom – for them or for family.

Then there are those who seek it out for fun – for the thrill, for the rush, for the pleasure that floods into their system in exchange for blood.

He never thought he'd be one of them.

xxx

"Has anyone seen Riku recently?" Naminé asked, clutching her textbooks closer to her chest. They'd just gotten out of school – Naminé, Roxas, Hayner, Pence, Kairi and Selphie – and were heading through the park.

"He's been ill a lot recently, hasn't he?" Roxas noted. "Maybe he's upset about Sora or something."

Naminé nodded slightly. "How is he?" she asked as they dropped their bags to the ground at the base of a tree. They sat in a loose circle together, all picking a spot where the dappled sunlight fell on them best.

A brief shiver up the back of his neck had Roxas turning suddenly to look behind him – he felt like he was being watched. He turned back to his friends and shrugged. "He's alright. He's a little bummed that he can't go out in the sun for very long, though."

"I went to visit the other day," Kairi told Selphie and Naminé. "He has the cutest little fangs in the world! They're so adorable!"

Hayner pulled a face suddenly. "There's nothing adorable about a bloodsucker, Kairi," he told her.

Kairi scoffed slightly, before she turned back to the other girls and told them, in more detail, about Sora's adorable fangs.

Sora had been bitten one night while he had been out late – he'd missed the last bus home from Riku's, and had assumed it would be safe to walk home by himself. Big mistake. He had been found unconscious the next morning by a dog walker, with puncture wounds on his neck and slowly fading pulse. He'd been taken to the hospital, where he'd 'died' and eventually revived.

Roxas was just glad that their hospital was capable of dealing with such things.

"Roxas, are you okay?"

He looked up to see Naminé peering over at him, her brows slightly drawn together.

"I'm fine, Nami. Why?"

Naminé's expression softened, and she shook her head. "You've been distracted all day, Roxas. Like in class, you kept looking over to the windows and stuff. And at lunch, you stopped right in the middle of what you were saying to me. I'm just a bit worried," she told him.

"I'm fine. I just keep feeling like I'm being watched or something."

Naminé nodded briefly, and they both looked away from each other.

"Maybe we should go and check on Riku," Kairi said eventually, breaking through the silence that had descended on them. "You know, make sure he's okay?"

They all nodded. "We should get going then," Pence said, getting to his feet. "His house is pretty far away from here, and it'll be getting dark in a few hours."

"Okay."

xxx

"Riku, you look terrible!"

Riku shot her an icy glare, his eyes slightly filmy and dazed looking. "Thanks, Kairi," he growled.

Roxas had to admit that he did. His usually impeccable silver hair was a mess, and his face was pale and sweaty. He had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, but he was still shivering.

"Have you got the flu or anything? I hope it's not contagious!" Selphie cried, backing away from the open door.

"I'm fine," he told them, before he turned back into the house, leaving the door open for them to follow him inside. "I'm just a bit under the weather."

For a moment, Roxas and Kairi exchanged a worried look. Riku was always the first to admit he was feeling ill, so this was a real shock to both of them – who'd known him since they were kids.

"Anyway," Roxas said as they all filtered into the living room and sat on the sofa and the floor. Riku himself was curled up in his blanket in the armchair in the corner of the room, another duvet lying at his feet. "Have you spoken to Sora at all? You know he worries about you."

Riku shivered and pulled the blanket up to his nose, his mouth and chin completely covered up. "I called him earlier and we talked for a bit. He still doesn't remember anything about what happened that night."

"I read that in a book once," Pence said, looking down thoughtfully. "There's something about a vampire's bite that makes you forget what happens. Makes it less traumatic or something. And they have all sorts of tricks and magic that can make you change your mind about stuff."

There was a muffled hum from Riku, who had buried the whole of his face in his blankets, only the top of his head visible above it.

"But are you sure you're okay, Riku?" Kairi asked, wriggling across the floor to her blanket-encased friend. "You look really sick."

The blankets shifted, and one aquamarine eye found her. "I'm fine, Kai. Don't worry about me." He pushed the blankets down the rest of the way until they were settled around his shoulders again. "You should get going. It's sunset in an hour."

"Okay," Kairi murmured, getting to her feet. "If you need anything, just call one of us, okay?"

"I will," he told her.

xxx

The walk home shouldn't have taken too long, but Roxas had gotten distracted by Pence's immense knowledge about vampires, and had walked almost all the way to his house before either of them realised that his own home was in the opposite direction.

"Will you make it before sundown?" Pence asked, looking up at the reddening sky. "You can stay here if you want."

"Nah, I'll run. I'll make it back in time," he said, smiling at his friend.

"Okay, if you're sure," Pence told him. "But if you get bitten, I'm so gonna say I told you so."

"I think I can live with that," Roxas told him, before he turned back the way he had come, setting off at a jog.

He was about halfway home – his heart thudding in his ears, his throat stinging slightly with every breath – when he heard it first. His name, carried on the wind, so light he barely heard it. He shrugged it off the first time, but the second time it was more insistent, closer than it had been before.

"Who's there?" he called, turning to look around him. He was halfway across a deserted street, standing in the waning sunlight. Not much protection from a vampire.

He heard his name once more, as if from very far away, and he turned to look down a side street, one shrouded in darkness and the stench of dampness. Something flashed at the end of the alleyway, and he took a step forwards, almost unconsciously. Something tugged anxiously at the edge of his awareness.

"No," he said out loud, firmly. "I've got to get home."

"Roxas." It was louder this time, definitely coming from alleyway.

'I've got to get home,' he told himself firmly. 'I can't stand around and wait for the sun to go down like this.' And yet there was another voice, one that was more authoritative and commanding, telling him to just walk over, into the shadows. To surrender. To submit.

He felt tired – not exhausted, can't-stand-up-any-more tired, but tired in a way that promised a long, relaxing nap and lovely dreams. A sort of tired that dimmed the world away from him, making everything ever so slightly out of reach and dream like itself.

"Come on, Roxas," it murmured. He. The voice was definitely male, Roxas realised. And for some reason this made it better – easier for him to ignore the rapidly quietening voice in his head that was telling him to turn around and carry on home. "Come stand with me."

He took a few more steps forwards before he stopped suddenly again, the little voice telling him to get the hell out of there growing louder briefly.

"I've got to go home," he murmured. "I need to get back before sunset."

"No you don't," the voice in the alley murmured, and the fighting voice in Roxas' head was extinguished. "Come on."

He nodded, and took a few more steps forward, until he was just a step away from the shadows. A pair of green, almost glowing eyes grew closer, and he found himself looking up into the face of a tall, slender man with vividly red hair and piercing eyes – eyes which caught his own, and after a moment of gazing up at him he found himself unable to look away. One moment more and he found he didn't want to. Instead, he was perfectly content to carry on gazing into the eyes of his stranger, all thoughts quiet and unnoticed. The taller man had a rather fox-like face, and a wide grin stretched across it, the strange, upside down triangles on his cheeks distorted.

Roxas could hear a familiar ringing sound, incessant and annoying, but he didn't dare look away. The stranger laughed softly and reached forwards, into Roxas' coat pocket, and pulled out his phone, which buzzed impatiently in his hand. Roxas' eyes never left his face.

He flicked it open and held it to Roxas' ear.

"Roxas?" said the phone. Not the phone – his mother on the other end. "Roxas, are you there?"

"Mum," he murmured quietly, his mind increasingly foggy and subdued.

"Roxas! Where are you? Can you hear me? It's almost sundown," she called. She said something else, but Roxas didn't catch it as the red haired stranger pulled the phone away from his ear, snapped it shut and threw it away.

"Don't you look lovely, all quiet and complacent," the man murmured. Roxas nodded absently, his gaze having fallen from the man's eyes to his lips, tracking their every move.

A brief, tiny spike of terror ran through him as he noticed elongated canines, flashing in the almost absent light. Vampire. He was going to get bitten.

He gasped suddenly, taking a step back, panic and fear coursing through his veins suddenly. Vampire! He was going to get bitten – killed and reanimated to do the same. He didn't want to die. He had to get out of there. If only his body were listening to his mind – he wanted to run, to shout for help, to do something, but the connection between his mind and his body was dampened, and all he could do was take a few, futile steps backwards.

"Roxas," the man said again, and Roxas inadvertently looked up into his face. His eyes. The world stilled around him, and all that panic, fear, confusion vanished, replaced with nothing but calmness and peace. "Come here."

He walked forwards without any resistance, and when he did a wave of happiness spread through him, the voice of reason and common sense and self-preservation vanishing entirely as it did so. He sighed happily as he stepped into the shadows and let the red haired man wrap his arms around his shoulders.

The vampire was surprisingly warm – Roxas could feel them through his t-shirt and coat, and it only served to intensify the calmness that moved through him.

"Come, Roxas. Let's go inside."

xxx

Jackpot, Axel thought to himself as the kid looked up at him properly for the first time. He'd been gently calling to the kid for a while now; for the past few days while he was at school, Axel would use his 'charm' – the name all the big scientists studying vampires used for their ability to subdue their prey – on the kid, which had him fidgeting like a sinner in church and turning to glare in entirely the wrong direction.

He looked incredible, standing there in the dying light, swaying slightly. His eyes were half closed and vacant, but they carefully tracked Axel as he moved towards him ever so slightly.

A brief, annoying ringing sound filled the alley, and Axel's eyes widened. The kid's phone. He hoped he didn't look as shocked as he felt, but instead reached over to him and gently pulled out the phone from his pocket, desperately trying not to break him out of his trance.

The kid's eyes followed his movements smoothly, without any real effort. All of the tension the kid had been carrying in his shoulders was gone, and his face was lax. He was deep.

Axel flicked the phone open, noting for a brief, amused moment the word "Mum" on the screen, before he held it up to Roxas' ear. The red haired vampire listened to the kid murmur something, and his mother's increasingly desperate shouts. The kid didn't even move, his eyes still fixed on Axel's. He had him.

Axel pulled the phone away, before snapping it shut and tossing it behind him. He heard it hit the wall and fall to the floor with a clatter.

"Don't you look lovely, all quiet and complacent," he drawled, and the kid's gaze drifted down to his lips.

For a moment, he blinked at him, his eyes still heavy and tired, before he focused on something. He blinked a few more times before his gaze hardened and he took a step back, his stance solidifying again.

Axel kept from rolling his eyes, and instead sought out the kid's gaze – all he had to do was to get him to look back into his eyes and it'd be over. All resistance, gone.

"Roxas," he said. He used a tone that all vampires possessed, but that would only work on a thrall – one of command and authority. Sure enough, the kid looked right up at him. "Come here"

His gaze clouded over and his face became serene and vacant once again. That was it – the reward for obeying the voice of command from a vampire was, apparently, pleasure. That's why it worked so effectively time after time.

Roxas walked forwards, and buried himself in Axel's arms. The tall vampire wrapped his arms around his victim and chuckled softly to himself. He inhaled deeply from the kid's hair and sighed. The scent of the kid sang through him.

"Come on, Roxas. Let's go inside," he said, before he led the kid into the alleyway, and towards the den.

"I'm back," he called as he pushed the door open. The room was well furnished – three sofas and a few large armchairs. There were also a few beanbags and cushions and quilts around the room – all intended to make their human companions feel more relaxed and at home.

"About time," Zexion grumbled. "You've been gone for 4 days. He better be worth it."

Axel looked over at him and saw that he had his current conquest, a loud blond boy named Demyx, curled up on his lap, two fresh but rapidly healing puncture wounds on his wrist, and the same on his thigh. He had volunteered for it.

"Isn't he pretty?" Axel chirruped happily, looking back at his thrall, who was gazing off into the middle distance, swaying gently. His mind would no doubt be swimming in a sea of happiness and pleasure. "I bet he tastes delicious."

"I have to admit," Zexion said, pushing Demyx off as he got to his feet. The blond squawked indignantly but didn't react much beyond that – instead he just rolled over and went back to sleep. "He smells divine. Not the same as my one, but still."

"Come on, Roxas," Axel said, leading the dazed boy through the room and towards a long, low sofa, letting him sink into the cushions, loose and relaxed. "Good," he purred. The kid murmured something appreciatively. "Close your eyes."

The kid did so and Axel reached out and touched his face gently, then ran his hand down Roxas' neck, feeling his pulse peak suddenly, then continued down his chest, watching as he arched up against his hand.

"He's so ready," Zexion murmured as he settled himself back on the sofa, pulling Demyx's arm up – the blond followed quickly, waking up slightly as he clambered back up next to the vampire. "Just do it."

Axel glared over at him before he ran his hand back up Roxas' torso, then down his left arm. He pushed the kid's sleeve up and leaned in to kiss the crook of his arm. The kid gasped appreciatively.

"Go away Zexion," he mumbled.

The slate-haired boy growled something obscene before he easily picked Demyx up, threw him over his shoulder and headed for the door. The blond in his arms giggled happily, causing the vampire to roll his eyes.

"Just relax, Roxas," Axel murmured as his breath ghosted over the teen's arm. After a moment, he opened his mouth and gently sank his long, sharp canines into the soft flesh of Roxas' arm, delighting in the moan, first of pain but rapidly turning into a cry of pleasure, that spilled from the blond boy's lips.

Blood welled up around his teeth, most of it spilling onto his tongue. The warmth of it burned against his skin as some escaped out of the seal formed by his lips and down the side of his chin.

It was delicious. Better than any he'd ever had before, as far as he could remember. And he could tell by the moans and the rapid breathing and the way the kid was moving, he was enjoying it even more. A good few mouthfuls of blood trickled down his throat before he decided it was enough.

He sat up, his teeth sliding out of the wound in Roxas' arm easily, and he licked the blood that welled from the wound carefully away, keeping a tight hold in his self-restraint so as he didn't succumb to the animalistic voice in the back of his head that begged him to drink the human dry and be done with it.

'No,' he told it. 'If I keep him alive, I'll have more for later.'

That quietened the nagging voice, and he turned his attention back to the teen, gently licking the blood away before it dried on the kid's skin.

xxx

"Roxas."

He opened his eyes slowly, dazed and not quite awake for a moment.

"Roxas!" Someone grabbed his arms and he came entirely awake suddenly, finding himself face to face with his recently turned brother. Outside. At night.

"Sora," he said eventually, watching as his brother sighed in relief. "What's wrong?"

"Shit, Rox, where have you been?" he barked, before he dragged his brother back over to the house – they had been standing about 10 feet away from the front gate. "It's almost midnight. Mum's been going mad for ages. She said she called you earlier but she couldn't get through. Pence said you left his a half hour before sundown as well. What happened to you?"

Roxas blinked at him again for a few moments. "I dunno," he said eventually. Sora had dragged him all the way into the living room and sat him down on one of the armchairs, none too gently. "Why?"

"Shit, Rox! There's blood all over your shirt!" Sora shouted, pulling his jacket aside to get a good look at the bloodstain. He frantically pulled up his younger brother's shirt, and when he saw there was no wound he pulled his brother's jacket off. Roxas let his brother strip his jacket off – his head felt like it was full of cotton wool, in a good way. Sora grabbed his arms and pulled them out, inspecting both of them carefully.

"You were bitten!"

"Really? Wow," Roxas murmured, looking down at his arm. There were two puncture wounds on his arm – neither looked new, but instead looked at least a few days old. "Doesn't hurt," he said as Sora poked at it.

Instead of the dull pain of pressing on a wound, he instead felt a strange chill pass over him, and he shuddered involuntarily.

"Roxas," their mother shouted, and both boys looked over to the door to the hallway where the stood, silhouetted by the light behind her. "Sweetheart! What happened to you? We were worried sick!"

"He's been bitten, Mum," Sora told her as he ran his fingers over the wound again. His brother shuddered again.

"What?" she gasped, and stepped closer, reaching out for Roxas' arm. He let her take it and instead contented himself with gazing up at the ceiling while his mother ran her fingers across his arm. "Darling, how did this happen?"

When he realised that she was addressing him, Roxas looked over at her and shrugged.

"What's wrong with him?" she asked Sora, who was gazing at his brother in shock, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

"He's been chosen by a vampire," he said slowly, before he poked Roxas in the face. The blond's hand came up slowly to brush Sora's away, before dropping back to his side.

"And what does that mean?"

"Whoever this vampire is, he'll have drunk Roxas' blood without killing him because he likes the way it tastes. And he'll have used some…powers to convince him it's a good idea."

"Like what, exactly?" she asked, her face stern all of a sudden.

"Like a charm, or a thrall, something like that." Sora scowled. "All we can do now is let it wear off. Keep him in sight until he's back to normal again, so the vampire can't get at him."

"Alright. Could you watch him tonight then?"

xxx

"Come on, Roxas. I don't wanna have to carry you up the stairs," Sora grumbled as he dragged his little brother up towards his bedroom.

"I want to go back," he mumbled, trying weakly to pull away from his brother. "He's waiting for me."

"It's okay, Roxas. You can go back when you've had some rest, okay?"

He considered it for a moment before he decided that it was a fair deal. "Okay."

"What's his name?"

"Axel," Roxas purred, rubbing his hand absently over the bite wounds on his arm. "He's amazing."

Sora laughed softly. "That's the charm talking. He just made you think he's amazing."

"No, he really is," Roxas mumbled as they reached the top of the stairs and Sora steered him towards his room. "He was nice to me. And he made sure I didn't hurt. Made sure I was okay."

Sora sat his brother down on the bed and pulled off his shoes one by one as the blond lay down across the bed.

"Made me feel amazing."

Sora watched as his little brother wriggled around on the bed for a bit, before he lay still and sighed. "Night, Roxas."

"Night."

xxx

"What the HELL happened last night?" he screeched.

"Rox, calm down," Sora said soothingly, holding up his hand to stop the other teen from walking straight into him.

"I will NOT calm down! I can't remember anything past lunch yesterday and I have bite marks on my arm. Bite marks, Sora! Was I someone's dinner yesterday or am I just imagining things?"

"Roxas, you need to calm down," Sora shouted back, watching as his brother growled in frustration and dropped down on the edge of the bed. "We have no idea what really happened yesterday, to be honest. I found you in the middle of the street just after midnight last night, and you were really out of it. Some vampire got to you in a major way."

Roxas carried on glaring at him, his crystalline blue eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You said his name was Axel," Sora told him.

And like that, Roxas remembered – going to Riku's after school, getting caught out late, the voice. Not wanting to leave – wanting to stay there forever just to feel like that, so relaxed and content. Then the bite – the sting of pain followed by a surge of pleasure so intense he'd passed out. Walking home behind the red haired vampire and waiting until Sora came and found him.

He groaned and flopped down onto his side.

"I can't believe it actually happened," he mumbled into his pillow. "I can't believe I let myself fall for such a stupid trick."

"You didn't fall for anything, Roxas," Sora told him seriously. "It's a powerful tool if it's used right."

"No, that's not what I mean," Roxas grumbled. "I think I almost managed to get away, but he said my name and I looked at him and he had me again. Damn," he hissed. "Why did he have to be so attractive?"

Sora snorted with laughter until Roxas threw a pillow at him.

xxx

"I promise it won't hurt," he murmured, leaning in to kiss the curve of his neck gently. Roxas gasped slightly as the vampire's sharp teeth dragged against his skin, but then sighed as they were taken away just as quickly.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he mumbled. He was back on the couch in the vampire's 'lair', the same feelings he vaguely remembered from the 'charm' washing over him in waves. He sighed again, and leaned back in the chair, his eyes barely open.

"Because you're yummy," Axel purred as he kissed the other side of Roxas' neck. "And you're cute. And your brain's like putty so I can do whatever I want."

"Not whatever you want," Roxas groused, raising one hand to push against Axel's chest, trying to open his eyes a little further. "Get off of me."

Axel laughed quietly, before he placed a long, skinny finger in the middle of Roxas' forehead and pushed him back down. The kid dropped back onto the couch with no resistance, his eyes closing fully again.

"See?" Axel said.

"I don't wanna go anyway," Roxas mumbled. Axel leaned in and kissed right under his chin and the blond gasped. "I wanna stay here."

"Will you let me bite you?"

"No," Roxas growled – as best he could. "I don't want to be a vampire."

"Kid, I don't wanna make you into one of us," Axel told him as he kissed Roxas' collarbone – his shirt was gone and he couldn't remember taking it off. "You're too delicious right now to turn. Maybe in a few years, but not right now. Right now, I just want a snack."

"No," Roxas said again. "I don't want you to bite me."

Axel leaned down and ran the tip of his tongue over the mostly healed bite marks on his thrall's arm, grinning slightly at the sudden gasp that tore it's way out of the kid.

"Oh god," Roxas murmured, the sudden jolt of pleasure having ripped right through him, his resistance to being bitten waning. Being bitten was the worst thing that could happen, as far as the general public were concerned. 'But why,' he thought to himself, 'when it feels this incredible?' He opened his eyes and looked down at the vampire, who seemed entirely concentrated on not touching his arm.

"Are you sure you don't want me to bite you?" Axel asked, his breath ghosting across the skin of Roxas' forearm, making him bite back a moan.

"Oh god," he murmured again. "Do it."

Axel grinned to himself. "Are you sure?" He kissed the wounds again, and Roxas moaned, a bit more loudly this time, his whole body shifting slightly as he wriggled closer to Axel.

"Please, please, just bite me," he whined. He hated sounding so pathetic, but it was worth it if Axel would just –

He cried out in surprise as something his him across the face.

"Wake up, Roxas!" Sora shouted at him. "You gotta go to school, you lazy bum."

He growled and grabbed the pillow, before rolling over and pulling it over his head, all without opening his eyes.

"Don't go back to sleep, Roxy," Sora warned him, and the mattress dipped slightly as he sat down next to his brother and poked him in the ribs.

"Why not?" he mumbled from under the pillow.

Sora sighed and rolled his eyes. "Because you've got to go to school. You can't just dream your life away. And besides," he said, getting up off the bed and catching onto the hand that reached out to swat at him. "Naminé and Kairi are going to walk to school with your today. They missed you when you were ill."

Sora pulled on his arm, hard enough to jolt Roxas most of the way out of bed. He opened his eyes enough to glare at his brother, before he rolled the rest of the way out of bed

"Fine," he grumbled.

Sora watched him head towards the bathroom, and sighed. He got to his feet slowly and headed through the door and down the stairs towards the kitchen.

"Sora," his mother said when he entered the room. "How is he?"

He shrugged. "I have no idea. He seems really grumpy, but then he's always been grumpy," he told her. "He just needs a distraction from it, I think. Given half the chance I'm sure he'd go back, no matter how much he shouts about it."

xxx

"It's easy," Pence told them a week later. "You just fold it this way, then lift these flaps and there you go!"

"Right," Kairi said slowly, looking at her folded piece of paper – it looked nothing like Pence's. After a moment she gave up and threw it at him, before she turned back to Riku and Roxas, who were sitting next to her in their loose circle under the tree in the park. "I'm glad you guys are feeling better. It was so rubbish that you both got ill at the same time. We're so glad you're better though."

Riku gave her a half smile, before he turned away.

"I'm just glad to get out of the house. I was going a bit crazy being stuck with Sora all the time, you know?"

"He can be a bit too much sometimes," Kairi agreed. "But still. It's nice to have you back again."

'Roxas.'

"What?" he said, looking over towards his other friends, who all stared back at him for a moment. "Did someone just say my name?"

Pence and Olette shared a look, as did Hayner and Naminé, before all of them shook their heads.

"Nope."

'Shit,' he thought to himself. 'Not again'. He sat up a little straighter and looked around – all the places with shadow where a vampire could be lurking. Nothing. He turned back to Naminé and opened his mouth to say something.

'Roxas.'

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Naminé asked as Roxas jumped suddenly, his whole body tense and on guard.

A flash of red behind the trees at the edge of the park caught his attention suddenly, and before he realised what was happening he was on his feet.

"Roxas?"

"I'll be right back," he promised, even as he trotted towards the trees, his eyes scanning around for any sign of the red haired vampire he knew was lurking back here.

A sense of peace and tranquillity washed over him suddenly, and he turned and found himself face to face – well, chest – with the same red haired vampire who had managed to niggle his way into his thoughts on a regular basis. He looked slightly ridiculous – he was wearing trousers, boots, a shirt and a jacket, as well as a scarf and a hat, which was a little bit too much on a warm April afternoon. His ridiculous red spikes of hair jutted out as even more irregular angles than usual from underneath the hat.

"Hey there, Roxas," he drawled, and Roxas felt his heart rate pick up. A flash of memory – pure, unadulterated pleasure coursing through his entire body – shot through him and he had to keep from shivering.

"Axel," he growled, anger breaking through the emotions he knew the non-human was forcing upon him. "What did you do to me?"

"I was hungry," he said, affecting a pout that surprisingly sad on his vulpine face. "And you smelled so good."

"So it's all my fault is it? What about all those dreams I've been having? Are they my fault too?"

The red haired vampire grinned at him. "Mostly, I think. Wanna come back to my place?"

"No," Roxas told him, before he turned away, too quick for Axel to grab him before he slipped back into the sunlight, where he was safe. He knew that if Axel pushed him hard enough he'd end up going with him – he'd dreamt about the moment he could barely remember when awake for nights now, each time waking up gasping for breath, his body still trembling from the sheer amount of physical sensations coursing through him.

"Come on, Roxie," he whined. "I'm hungry. And you know it felt good last time."

Roxas bristled. "I don't even know you. You basically hypnotised me into coming into your 'lair'," he said, wiggling his fingers in air quotes. "Then you drank my blood and left me in the middle of the street? No."

"I could just hypnotise you again. I could make you perfectly willing to go with me," Axel purred. The familiar feeling of the 'charm' settled over him, and he shook his head quickly, desperately trying to clear his thoughts before he became too relaxed to argue back properly.

"Don't push me, Axel," Roxas said in a low, dangerous voice. "You have no idea how much I want to go back with you. I just can't do it again."

"Roxas," he murmured, stepping out of the shadows and into the sunlight. The blond's eyes found Axel's face easily and his expression softened when their eyes met. "You can do it again. It'll be okay. I promise I won't hurt you."

"No," he said more firmly. "It doesn't matter if you hurt me or not. My family's been through enough of this, you know? There's a reason why this is a bad thing, why people hunt down monsters like you – don't touch me," he hissed as Axel reached out a hand towards him. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you want it," Axel told him. "You need to stop thinking about your family - about other people for a moment. Think about what you want. You want it, don't you."

"Yes," Roxas said quickly, before he scowled – the effects of the charm had dissipated, and his head was feeling clearer than it had in days. "No. I don't."

For a moment they started at one another, saying nothing at all. Roxas sighed and dropped his head. "Yes. I do want it."

Roxas sighed slightly and stepped forwards to hug Axel around the waist, letting him drape one arm over his shoulder, the other hand drifting down to Roxas' forearm and gently dragging the sleeve of his thin jumper up over the almost healed wounds. Roxas shuddered slightly as the vampire's long, thin fingers brushed over them.

"Roxas!"

He jumped slightly, and looked around to see all of his friends under the tree looking at him, Naminé getting to her feet slowly.

"I'll be there in a minute," he called back, and Naminé sank back to the ground.

"More than anything," he said as he turned back to Axel. "I'd give you anything if you could make me feel like that again. But that doesn't make it right," he mumbled.

"Roxas," Axel purred. "I'm a vampire – do you think I care about what's right?"

Roxas scoffed and buried his face in Axel's t-shirt.

"Okay," he murmured into Axel's chest eventually. "I'd love to come back to your place."

"Awesome."

Roxas disentangled himself from the vampire and took him by the hand, leading him towards his group of friends to fetch his bag and coat.

"Roxas, are you okay? Who's this?" Naminé asked, sitting up slightly as he drew closer.

"I'm fine. This is Axel, by the way," Roxas told them as he leaned down to pick up his things. The red head gave the group of teens a broad smile, showing off his elongated canines.

"Vampire!"

"Roxas, what are you doing?" Hayner barked, leaping to his feet.

"Well," Axel started, drumming his fingers on his chin thoughtfully. "We were going to go back to my place and indulge in a little blood related foreplay, followed by some fairly epic sex, then cuddle for a bit, but if you have any better ideas, we'd love to hear them." He grinned widely at all of them, taking in their shocked expressions in delight. "Hey Roxie, we should get going before I fry. Pale complexion, you know how it is."

"Roxas, I warned you about this," Pence said, his face unusually serious. His eyes fell to Roxas' forearm, taking in the wounds, as well as the way that the vampire was gently running his hand over them. "He can control your mind and all that, you know."

"I know, Pence," Roxas said, smiling at his friend. "That just makes it better." He looked up at Axel as he swung his bag up onto his back. "Let's go."

"Later, guys."

"I told you so, Roxas!" Pence called after them.

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But yeah. Hope I didn't leave any half sentences in this one -.-