Getting a little tipsy hadn't been the plan for tonight. Becoming blackout drunk was definitely not on my To-Do-List. I was supposed to be celebrating my engagement with a couple of friends at some new nightclub. It was small and somewhat popular with its sign, red neon lights swirling out the single word Eternity. This was just a night where I could hang out with all the guys, relax, and have a little fun before committing myself to my fiancée.

Larxene.

It isn't my fault that a sexy blond guy decided to ask me to dance while I was totally inebriated, started grinding against me in a way that should, could, be illegal, and kissed me until I lost any protest my poor intoxicated mind tried to conjure up.

After that night all I could think was how much of an idiot I was. But those lips were damn soft. And no one ever fit against me like that before. It felt too natural to be real.

But right now you might be a bit confused, so I'll rewind to the beginning, just for you.

The music was pounding and making the floor vibrate. Swarms of bodies were gyrating on the dance floor. Drinks were being passed left, right, and towards eager mouths hoping for a little escape, if just for the night. Drinking alcohol seems like a fun idea until you over indulge. Then you really just don't give a damn anymore because you probably can't even think anymore.

Axel is the type of person that thinks he can handle the devil's creation, believing that he won't succumb to its tongue loosening and inhibition destroying ways. He is also the one currently complaining that his head is spinning too fast.

But really, when having fun, do you really need to think anymore? Having fun is about letting go and unwinding from the many stresses that life bring. So when the music is good and steady, a nice hum is going through your head, and there are warm bodies surrounding you, what should you do?

Move your hips to the beat and coil your arms around the closest willing body.

The brunette had only just reached the door when it was being swung open. His brother was bounding down the few steps to street level barely pausing to say a quick greeting and Sora had to do a full body turn when the blond escaped his vision. "Hey! Roxas! What's the hurry?"

The rushing young man turned back slightly in surprise. What's Sora doing here? "I'm headed to that new club on Destiny and Vine." He raised a curious eyebrow before asking, "What brings you here?"

Sora blinked a bit staring at his sibling's attire: slightly open black vest paired with some faded grey jeans. The usual spiked cross adorning his neck as always, and a few piercings that followed the curve of his ear. Not overdone, mostly comfortable, just what he'd expect from Roxas. "I just wanted to come by and surprise you. Maybe watch some movies…but I guess you're busy, again." The brunette tried not to let the emphasis be heard on his last word, but it came out clearly. Blue eyes narrowed at him indiscernibly.

He'll never give it a rest. "Sora, we talked about this."

A matching pair of azure irises rolled skyward and a slight shake of the head followed. "I know, I know. But you really need to calm down on the clubbing scene. I mean you already work at that bar, don't you ever get bored with going out all the time?"

"I'm just having fun now that I can finally do it legally. Stop worrying so much about me. Go home and lock Riku in your bedroom for the night or something. He'll definitely watch those movies with you." The blond smirked a bit as a slight flush spread across his brother's cheeks.

"S-stop teasing me to avoid the subject." Sora's voice came out as a slight squeak before evening out. He sighed a bit before finally giving up on the discussion. He could go back to it later. "Just promise me you'll be careful."

"Yeah, sure." Roxas threw the answer over his shoulder before starting a steady pace down the sidewalk.

This is my night to forget everything, right or wrong.

There, in the middle of a throng of people, stood the most beautiful human being he had ever seen. Long red hair draping in spikes and a lithe body moving to the music being played was all he saw, all he wanted to see.

And damn, the man's skintight shirt was riding up and those hips weren't doing anything to hold up those beltless jeans. Fuck, he could see drips of sweat sliding down a smooth neck that escaped down nicely muscled bare arms. The club's lights started strobing, teasing Roxas with short images of his living, breathing fantasy.

The blond could only hope he wasn't visibly affected while he mentally undressed his newfound obsession. It took a few moments to shake himself out of the lust haze and to notice that he wasn't that only one fixated on the personification of sexy. A totally unprecedented wave of jealously washed through him as he picked out nearly ten pairs of eyes hungrily watching his ginger-headed dream-come-true.

Roxas knew it was time to stake his claim.

He gracefully made his way through the many club-goers and managed to squeeze in right behind the redheaded beauty. The last thoughts the blond had before instinct took over were clear. He's going to be mine.

This is where it started getting… out of control so to speak. Well, at least that's how Axel felt. The lights from the club and the sweltering heat indoors were not helping his stability much.

"Hey cutie, wanna dance?" The practically purred invitation seemed to come out of nowhere, though alcohol tends to make everything a bit surreal and out of focus. But, apparently not enough to keep the redhead from replying with a husky, "Sure."

"Give me more,

Just a bit.

Can't handle your

Sweet seduction.

Hold me tight,

Hold me close,

Can't hold back,

This eruption."

So the dancing turned into the grinding of hips, and that turned into an impromptu grope session. Hands were brushing thighs and skilled fingers were pressing lightly into tender spots. The mystery dance partner soon had one hand at the small of Axel's back, trailing lower and lower and lower. And then came those familiar words, a panted "Let's get out of here."

Everything happened so hastily that Axel had barely noticed that it was a man that had seduced him.

They ended up at Roxas's apartment. Not too big and not too small, but neither cared at this point anyway.

Small moans were coming from the entry way as the pair tried moving through the place without detaching from each other. After finally getting to an actual bedroom, they ended up using the wall.

"Ax-" Roxas gasped as he was pressed against the wall of his bedroom. Hot lips were trailing down his neck as if he were the sweetest treat ever invented. It felt so good. Almost as good as dragging his fingers through thick and silky red hair.

"Hm?" Axel hummed while trailing lower before a t-shirt got in his way. That has got to go. Now.

"Bed."

Axel acquiesced immediately. And got rid of the stupid shirt along the way.

Roxas shivered from being exposed, his eyelids were drooping and his face was flushed. His breath was coming in the way of short bursts.

He was so beautiful. Almost heart achingly so, not an angel, but not far from it. Though surely if an angel looked like this it would be a sin. A sweet, sensual, sin.

Was this even real?

At that exact moment a speeding freight train of lucidity slammed into the side of Axel's brain and his consciousness finally caught up with his actions.

He was stripping and rubbing up against some guy. A man. He was in this stranger's apartment and bed. He was also somebody's husband-to-be, but somehow that information had escaped his notice sometime during the frottage. When the fuck did his brain justify this?

And at this moment Axel realized that alcohol made him do bad things and that he was a complete dumbass.

After he finished having his internal bitch fit and faced the situation Roxas was, understandably, a little confused and disappointed to say the least. One minute he was being nibbled and sucked on like a lollipop, and the next, cold air was chilling him, replacing the warmth that Axel's body had been giving him. "Axel? What's wrong?" The blonde slowly sat up looking for the ginger's lovely face.

Axel looked worse than shocked. He looked appalled and practically ill. And he kept spitting and stuttering out apologies that varied between, "I'm sorry, so sorry, oh god, what am I doing?" and "I really shouldn't have done this to you, sorry, I can't…"

"You can't what? What's going on with you?" Why did you stop? We were making some nice progress. I need you to get back here… Roxas' eyebrows were quickly furrowing changing his expression into a tense mixture of confusion and determination.

"I-I just can't! Sorry, the night was great, and you're really beautiful, but I can't be here. I'm not supposed to be here.I'm an absolute idiot, fuck." Axel was backing up and turning around, firing self-directed curses along the way to the door. As the redhead rushed to get his shoes back on Roxas was frozen with wide eyes. Soon the blonde was moving to get up so he could attempt to stop this escape, but Axel was hopping his way out of the bedroom, jacket sleeve the last thing Roxas saw before the door shut.

He let his outstretched hand fall to his side as he sat back down on the edge of his bed. The blond laid his body flat and closed his eyes after hearing the front door shut a few seconds later. The room was fucking cold with the sting of rejection permeating Roxas' mind.

But his body was left hot with sexual frustration.

Author's Notes:

Chapter Revised.