Love Shoppe Chapter 2: Part 2, a kingdom hearts fanfic

Sorry this took so long... Writer's block, you know? Well, hope it doesn't disappoint! There may be another part to this, but we aren't for sure yet. Depends on what you guys think and what goes on in our twisted minds. But, we'll stop babbling. Read on, my friends. Read on.

~Darke and Jen~

As Axel thought, Roxas inspected himself. He had purple bruises on his hips already and bite marks on his chest. He didn't even want to imagine what his neck looked like. He rubbed it and looked at his hand, seeing a little bit of his own blood.

Man, was he ever going to be sore in the morning…

Axel paused in his thinking and looked up at the clock on the wall that was slowly ticking the time away. His stomach growled with late night snacking craves and he headed for his kitchen.

"Roxas," he called.

Roxas came into the kitchen, hugging himself. Axel was putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave, but then he noticed Roxas.

"Are you cold?"

Roxas opened his mouth and started to answer, but Axel cut him off before he could get any words out.

"Wait here."

Roxas stood in confusion as Axel walked out of the room after starting the microwave to pop the bag of kernals. There was a sound of shuffling before he came back with a large white t-shirt. He tossed it to the boy, who barely reacted fast enough to catch it.

"Put that on."

Roxas slid it on as Axel put the popcorn into the microwave and hit start.

"Is that better?" he asked softly.

Roxas looked down at the giant t-shirt. It hung down to his knees and the sleeves went well past his tiny elbows. It smelled like cotton and laundry soap with a slight hint of cigarette smoke. He hugged it closer. "Th-thank you…"

Axel smiled and waited for his popcorn to be ready.

Roxas sat on a bar stool on the opposite side of the dark granite counter of Axel, the smell of the popcorn making his stomach growl.

The popcorn finished and Axel pulled it out and opened it, dumping it into two small plastic bowls. He slid one of the bowls to Roxas.

"Eat up. You look thin. Do you want some water, too?"

"Thank you," he said quietly as Axel started getting two cups of water from the tap.

Why was Axel suddenly being so kind? He was feeding and taking care of Roxas like a friend… Was it all a plan to lure Roxas into a false sense of security? Or was it really from the goodness of his heart? Or was he just taking a short break?

"So, what's your story?"

The question took Roxas by surprise. "What do you mean?"

"What's your life story? How did you get where you are today? Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine. Sound like a fair trade to you?" He tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth as he waited for Roxas's answer.

Roxas just stared in wonder. "Why… why do you want to know?" he asked softly.

Axel started to slowly eat the hot popcorn from his bowl. "Well, we have plenty of time. And I was just wondering how you managed to get to the spot you're in."

Roxas fixed his eyes on the popcorn in front of him, fighting back the urge to cry. "It's… it's not a happy story, exactly…"

"Neither is mine." He touched Roxas's chin lightly and forced the soft blue eyes to look at him. "For curiosity's sake…?"

No one had ever asked him about his past or tried being nice to him. That was why he was so taken aback by Axel's sudden kindness. It was foreign to him… but he liked it.

Roxas sighed and pulled away, fixing his eyes on the steaming crisp popcorn and hugging his stomach as if he was in pain. "My entire life, my mother had been sick. We had to give her emergency surgery to take care of it – she had cancer. But, we couldn't afford the surgery. So… my dad killed himself. The insurance company gave us some money, but my dad left us hardly enough money to pay off all the debts he left behind. So, we were still short by a lot of money. So, I sold me and my brother to Love Shoppe to get more money to try and pay for my mom's surgery. But she… she died two years ago, before we could raise enough money. But, we have a contract with Love Shoppe and they won't let us off until we turn eighteen." His eyes looked far away with sadness as he stared at the buttery popcorn.

"Hm…" Axel finished off his popcorn. "That's a shame, really… I'm really sorry, Roxas."

"It's fine," Roxas mumbled. He pushed his bowl of popcorn away from himself and stared at the dark granite counter.

"My story… not so… serious, I guess. I graduated from college last year and got myself an apartment here, the whole floor to myself. I have a sort of steady job. But, I swear, when it comes to women and my personal belongings, I have the worst damn luck in the world. Mainly I just hired you to vent off some anger, but, the truth is… I'm not angry anymore." He shrugged.

Roxas nodded in understanding. He had clients like Axel in the past. Just had a bad day and needed a good fuck… After all, that was all that Roxas was good for anymore. Only some stranger's play toy.

Axel pushed the popcorn back to Roxas. "Don't you… Don't you want any?"

He shook his head slowly. "Can I just…? Never mind."

Axel pushed his chin up again. "What is it? Don't be afraid to ask."

Roxas pulled away slowly and looked back at the countertop. "Can I please just take a shower and go to bed?"

Axel smiled with sympathy. "Of course. You can use my bed."

"Thank you, Master."

"Just call me Axel," he said softly as he watched the boy shuffle away.

Eight and a half hours.

Axel sighed and ate the popcorn slowly as he thought, hardly paying any attention to how much he was eating.

His rent on Roxas lasted for another eight and a half hours. He really didn't need the sex anymore. But, what other use was a prostitute that was oh so innocently taking a shower? Besides, Axel was paying almost four hundred dollars for this, so didn't it make sense that he get his money's worth? He had to get rid of the sympathy he had for the kid or else nothing would happen.

Axel wished he had never asked the boy about his past. Now he had sympathy for the boy. Now he saw how fragile that small body was and how much it had been through.

He stood for a half hour before he knew what he should do. He threw out the now cold popcorn into the trash and made his way to his room, turning off lights as he went. He finally reached his bedroom, turning the light on.

Roxas was on the bed, his knees at his chin. He dropped them when Axel walked in, doing his best to give the redhead a sultry look. "You aren't using me." His cerulean eyes burned under his long blonde lashes. His mouth was open slightly and his hair was damp, getting the collar of the oversized shirt wet with droplets. "Use me," he breathed, leaning forward so he was on all fours. The left side of the shirt slipped, exposing a bare shoulder.

Axel swallowed nervously, not taking his eyes off the boy. The want to do something to him was rising. The beast inside of him was getting anxious.

Roxas licked his lips and sat back, stretching his legs out in front of him. He slowly took off the shirt, all the while with his eyes locked on the man in the doorway. He slowly brought one of his hands up, making sure to drag his fingers over his side. He began rolling one of his hard nipples between his fingers, moaning softly.

"Ahhn… Mm… Master…"

Axel couldn't control it anymore. The beast in his chest roared and he lunged onto the bed, knocking Roxas onto his back on the springy mattress. Axel's hands held Roxas's wrists down onto the bed and his lips crushed against the boy's, bruising them.

Roxas kissed back, but he was already regretting it. Axel was being so much rougher – Roxas couldn't even feel the circulation in his hands anymore. He had only tempted him to see what would happen. Damn, was he an idiot.

Axel sat up, letting go of Roxas, but keeping the boy trapped under his legs. He took off his belt and Roxas expected him to put it down on the floor, but he didn't. He grabbed the thin wrists and pulled them above Roxas's head, tying them fast to the headboard with his leather belt. He tugged at it and grinned with satisfaction as it didn't budge.

Axel hummed lowly, the mere appearance of the worried and scared look on Roxas's face making him want to tear him apart.

He rolled his hips, grinding his clothed erection against Roxas's. The boy squirmed and moaned softly under him, grabbing onto the leather belt that held him in place. Axel's mouth attached itself to Roxas's shoulder, biting down and licking at the blood he drew, then biting again, forcing his teeth deeper.

Roxas screamed with the sudden sharp pain and whined as Axel's hands tightly grabbed his already bruised hips.

"Keep screaming," Axel breathed, biting along the young boy's shoulder up to his neck. "Let me hear you scream." He bit Roxas's hardly healed neck, reopening the wound and making Roxas shout. He gave the boy's hips a hard squeeze and Roxas arched, gasping.

After licking up the blood, Axel's lips moved to the soft ear to whisper into it.

"You want me to use you?"

Roxas shuddered as the hot breath washed over the side of his face.

"Do you?" he prodded, one of his hands sliding under Roxas's partially arched lower back.

Roxas's insides were shaking. Never – not in his entire life – did he ever think a man like this would turn him on so much. He never thought it was possible to be horrified and pleasured at the same time.

Axel stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the shell of Roxas's ear, grinning to himself as the blond shuddered in his arms.

"Y-yes. Yes, please, M… Master."

"Then I will," he said, his voice coated with the implication of a warning. Putting one hand on the bed to keep his balance and keeping the other on the small back, Axel lifted the boy's hips to grind against them as his mouth attacked the swollen lips, his tongue invading the small mouth without asking permission. The kiss was only tongue and teeth, the older of the two being vicious and biting Roxas's lower lip so many times that it had started to bleed.

Axel put the boy back on the bed and took off the interfering clothes he was wearing before resuming his place above Roxas.

"Remember," he growled with a devilish grin, "you told me to."

Roxas was regretting that now that he saw the violent glint in the man's eyes.

He roughly separated Roxas's legs with his own and smirked at the expression of mental preparation on Roxas's face. He slid in suddenly and Roxas screamed at the sudden feeling. Axel looked pleased.

"Scream for me."

He slammed in again and Roxas groaned, tightening his grip on the strap that bound his hands. Not satisfied, Axel bit at the joint of skin between Roxas's shoulder and neck. Roxas finally screamed and Axel kept up his thrusts, hard and deep.

Roxas's eyes closed, but Axel saw the tear as it slid down the soft cheek and onto the pillow below him.

Convincing himself that the tear was joyful, Axel angled his thrusts until Roxas screamed the loudest and snapped his eyes open.

He grinned and slammed into that spot again. Roxas screamed with every thrust, his face blushing and another tear dripping from his eye. His mouth was open in a wide circle and Axel started to kiss him, knocking around the young mouth with his tongue.

He moved his mouth to peck light kisses and lick on Roxas's neck as he felt the heat mount in his stomach.

"Ah! Fuck! Ma- Master! I'm gonna-! Ahn!"

"Wait for me," Axel growled, slamming in at a faster pace. "Don't do it until I tell you. Wait."

Roxas squinted his eyes shut again, still moaning and giving the occasional scream.

"I- I can't! Ahhn! Haah! Mas-!"

"Wait," Axel snarled again, going faster and nipping his sharp teeth at Roxas's shoulder.

"I can't!"

"Wait."

The heat was so close to mounting in Axel's stomach, he felt like he was about to explode. Then, without anymore warning then a particularly vicious bite to Roxas's ear, he released his seed into the boy.

At the pleasure of being filled, Roxas screamed and released the heat in his stomach, splattering it on his own abdomen.

The redhead collapsed, laying face down on the bed next to the boy. He rolled over so he was facing him, tucking his hair behind his ear and smiling at Roxas's appearance.

The boy's blond hair was sticking to his skin with a mixture of water and sweat. His eyes were shut and unshed tears lingered on his eyelashes. He was panting, his face flushed a bright red. His bottom lip, earlobe, shoulder, and neck were all bleeding and swollen. His hands were starting to turn blue.

Axel sat up and unbuckled the belt, but Roxas's didn't move his hands.

"Roxas? Are you okay?"

He cracked a cerulean eye open to look at Axel, who was sitting up and looking at the boy with worry.

"Yes. Thank you, Master."

Axel laid back down on the bed, not totally convinced. "Sorry about that. I guess I shouldn't have been so rough." But it felt good.

Roxas rolled over and held himself above Axel, smiling. "It's okay, Master. I like it." As he spoke, a drop of blood fell from his lip and landed on Axel's. "Oops," he mumbled. He dipped his head and cleaned up the blood with his tongue, slowly sliding it over Axel's lower lip.

The beast in Axel's chest – which had only just now started to calm – roared again and threatened to break out, but Axel held it in. He wanted to see what Roxas was up to.

The licking tongue changed course, sliding into Axel's mouth and turning it into a kiss.

The beast roared louder, but he repressed it and stayed still.

Getting no response, Roxas moved his tongue out of the hot cavern and down to Axel's neck, tracing the line of his jugular. He also left a small line of blood behind that was coming from his lower lip. He dipped his tongue into the hollow at the base of Axel's neck, then traveled further.

Axel crushed the beast inside of him and pushed Roxas away, making the boy land on the bed next to him.

Roxas looked confused. "Master?"

"Get some sleep. It's getting late." He closed his eyes, folding his hands behind his head. "We have to wake up early so I can take you back."

Roxas sat up, using his elbows for support, and looked at Axel. "But, Master, they pick me up."

That hurt. Axel wanted to be the one to drive him…

"Oh. Get some sleep anyway, okay?"

Roxas laid back down, staring at the ceiling. He stood up and put on the oversized shirt again before turning off the lights and crawling back under the dirty blankets, feeling the sudden exhaustion hitting him like a wave.

"Goodnight, Roxas."

But Roxas had already fallen fast asleep.

When Axel woke up, he noticed two things. It was sunny. And Roxas was gone.

He surged to his feet, jumping through his boxers then running out of his room. He skidded to a halt in the living room, seeing Roxas starting to leave.

"Roxas!"

Roxas paused, turning to look at the flustered man. "Oh. I have to go now. It's almost noon."

Axel looked surprised. "But… You really have to go?"

He nodded. "Yeah. You can call and I'll come back but, for now, I have to go…"

"What if I bought you?"

Roxas's eyes widened and his hand dropped from the knob, his other hand still holding his bag. "You… You can't. It's too much." He frowned. "I'm sorry…"

"How much?" Axel demanded. He had a lot of money in his bank account. Besides, he knew of friends that would probably loan him some. "I can pay. How much do I need?"

Roxas looked at his feet. "I… I don't know." His cell phone suddenly rang and he fished it out of his bag, flipping it open.

Before he could answer it, Axel snatched it.

"Is this Roxas's boss?"

The man on the other end of the line sounded confused. "Yes…"

"How much do you want for Roxas?"

A pause. Roxas held out his hand for the phone.

"You want to extend your rent?"

"Yeah."

"How long?"

"Forever."

Roxas let his hand drop. He was scared and silently hoping that his boss would deny that Roxas was even for sale. But a tiny part of his brain really wanted to stay with Axel.

"Excuse me?" the man asked after he got over his shock.

"Let him go. Burn the contract, whatever. I'll give you money."

"He's a very valued piece-"

"He's just a kid!" Axel argued, getting angry with the way the man spoke of Roxas like a piece of furniture. "Let me take care of him! And his brother. Both of them."

Roxas's eyes went wide. "Axel…"

"I'm sorry, Sir, we can't-"

"You can. You just aren't willing to."

The man sighed in frustration. "We cannot lose two of our workers."

"What if I started working for you in exchange for them?"

Roxas reached for the phone. He wasn't about to let Axel make the same mistake he had. But Axel held the phone out of reach.

The man chuckled. "You would be willing to trade?"

"Yes."

"Well…" There was the noise of flipping papers as he found the record of who he was talking to. "Axel… You're in luck. Come in tomorrow at noon. Roxas and Sora are all yours."

The line died.

Roxas took back his phone, staring incredulously at Axel. "What did you do that for?"

"Because… You deserve it." He smiled warmly, dropping the phone to the floor. He wrapped his bare arms around the little blond, pressing his lips apologetically to one of the many wounds on Roxas's neck. "I love you," he admitted.