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Ansi is the bestest person in the world 'cause she betas my stuff. :3 Warnings: SEX. Sap. So much goddamn sap. And a CLIFFHANGER. >D Summary: AU. Axel/Roxas. He wanted an ending. He got Axel instead. He was completely, utterly, horrifyingly lost. There was really no other way to put it. He'd woken up in the morning to find Xigbar gone, a note left for him informing him that it'd be a good idea to practice his aim, and so he'd set off to find the courtyard they'd been in the day before. Unfortunately, he hadn't memorized the convoluted route Demyx had taken and had been a bit distracted by Axel on the way back, so here he was aimlessly wandering the hallways of the castle/mansion/whatever, and wondering what the chances of him never being found were. Surely in an area this size it'd be hard to track him down, and there had to be all manner of places that other people would rather be than here. A library, their own rooms, a pool in the damn basement-- "Well, this is certainly an unexpected encounter," a vaguely familiar voice stated, and Roxas looked up with a start. He found himself staring up at another blond man, though this one had facial hair and several piercings in his left ear, and was looking down at him with some sort of aloof amusement that made Roxas bristle. Another man--tall, white-haired despite his youth, with a scarred face and high-class purple clothing--had an arm over his shoulders, and they were both surrounded by a strange trio of girls who were as different from each other as they were from any girl Roxas had ever seen before. "I would accompany you, but I already have a previous engagement. Would you like some directions?" Roxas tilted his head to the side, brow furrowed as he tried to decide whether he could trust this man, and then he shrugged. "I'm alright," he said. "I'm just wandering around getting a feel for the place. I wouldn't want to keep you from whatever you're doing." "Aw, Lux, who's the little cutey?" one of the girls asked, bouncing over to Roxas in a flurry of bare skin and colorfully beaded hair. "Why don't you invite him along with us?" "I don't believe his boyfriend would appreciate that," the blond man replied with a smirk. "Nor do I think would yours." "Yeah, but neither of them are here, are they?" the girl giggled, wrapping both arms around Roxas' neck and leaning into him. Roxas wanted to push her away, but wasn't sure where to put his hands to do so. The only parts of her body that seemed to be covered were the parts that were necessary for public decency--at the beach. "Rikku, let the poor thing go," another one of the girls chastised, walking over to them and tugging on the blonde's arms. Roxas looked up into the kind, mismatched eyes, and resisted the urge to snicker. He hadn't known Rikku was a girl's name. "She doesn't really mean anything with the flirting. You're a bit too attractive to be her type." "No, but you might just be Yuna's type," Rikku giggled, nudging the mismatched girl in the side. "You've got the air of an Abover about you, and we all know how she likes her boys tame and blond." "Sometimes, you just can't account for taste," the third girl murmured in a coldly amused voice, arms crossed and red eyes crinkled at the corners, lending her smirk a soft touch. "Stop playing around, you two. We've got some treasure to win." "Righty-o!" Rikku agreed, finally moving away from Roxas to throw a companionable arm over the taller girl's shoulders. "Paine'll win us something today for sure!" "One can only hope," the silver-haired girl agreed. "Let's get going, Luxord." "Of course, of course," Luxord smiled charmingly. "It was a great pleasure seeing you again, Roxas. Perhaps we could bond at some other time?" "Maybe," Roxas agreed softly, and turned to watch as the five walked away. He couldn't help but notice the assorted weaponry the girls casually carried, taking note of how Rikku and Yuna kept their hands by them at all times. They'd seemed perfectly at ease in their interactions with each other and him, but they were obviously on guard--if he'd needed any proof that the Organization was dangerous, the fact that three beautiful women were armed to kill was more than enough for him. His thoughts drifted as he began walking again, and he could feel the heat on his cheeks as he remembered the day before. Axel had led him back to Xigbar's room, ostensibly to let him change out of his wet clothes, and then had followed Roxas inside despite the blond's halfhearted protests. He knew he had been blushing horribly as he turned his back to Axel and began pulling off his clothes, hesitating once he'd untied the drawstring on his sweatpants. He'd been uncomfortable at the thought of Axel seeing him mostly naked so soon--he'd never let any of his few former boyfriends get him out of his clothes before, hadn't ever so much as gone beyond kissing. He'd half-turned to ask Axel to leave again, but had been brought up short by the intense look in the older man's eyes, and then had been unable to move when the redhead had stepped forward and gently tugged Roxas' pants off himself. Caught up in the man's gaze, he'd hardly noticed being pushed onto the bed, legs spread, but he'd never forget the feel of Axel's larger body pressing him into the mattress, how he'd been unable to resist the urge to pull Axel into a deep kiss, how a warm hand had run freely over his body and eventually found its way into Roxas' boxers, wrapping firmly around him-- Roxas came to a sudden halt in midstep and buried his face in his hands. Xigbar had returned from the apparently short meeting at exactly that moment and literally yelped before pulling Axel off of him and dragging the grinning man out of the room. Roxas, mortified, had run into the bathroom to calm himself down...only to be even more embarrassed as Xigbar banged on the bathroom door and yelled at him to clean up after himself. Thankfully, the memory of that was enough to destroy his currently rising arousal. He really didn't want to be walking the hallways with an erection, seeing as he could be spotted at any moment. "Hey, Roxas!" a voice called from not too far behind him, and Roxas winced. Keeping an image of Xigbar's horrified face fresh in his mind, he turned to greet whoever was striding over to him, and was half-relieved and half-horrified to discover that it was just Axel. "I've been looking everywhere for you. I'm glad you'd run into Luxord, at least he could tell me what direction you'd gone off in." He didn't even stop as he wrapped an arm around Roxas' shoulders, simply pulling the smaller boy along with him through the nearest doorway. The room they found themselves in was, to be quite honest, absolutely amazing. There was a small walkway that ran throughout it, raised high up from the actual floor. Between those walkways were small ponds of clear water, in which Roxas could see tiny silverfish darting underneath some sort of strange water plant he'd never seen before. They were similar to water lilies, but they had heart-shaped leaves, rose-red blooms, and no obvious connection to the lightly soiled ground. Sunlight streamed through a solid glass wall at the far end of the room, and in the middle was a life-sized statue of a severe-looking bald man dressed in old-fashioned robes, trident in his hand and a snakelike water-dragon coiled around his body. "Poseidon and Leviathan?" Roxas asked curiously, stepping forward to examine it. Up close, he could see how the dragon seemed to emerge directly from the robes. "More fairy tales. Were summoners real too?" "I've been told they were," Axel replied quietly. "I've known quite a few people who went off to become one, but they never came back. Guess they weren't strong enough for it. Doesn't matter. I've got a present for you!" "I'm almost afraid to find out what it is," Roxas said dryly, but let himself be led over to a bench. He stared curiously over at Axel as they walked, noting the way he repeatedly tapped a short rhythm on his shoulder. His nervousness almost made Roxas smile. "Don't worry, it's a wooing gift," Axel responded, chuckling. "You have to like it, or I obviously fail at declaring my love to you." He pulled Roxas with him as he sat down, wrapping his arms firmly around Roxas's body as he settled the blond in his lap. "There was a reason I asked if you believed in love at first sight, you know." Roxas bit his lip and tore his gaze from Axel's hopeful eyes, uncertain. He really didn't believe in it, even thought Axel was being a bit ridiculous, but couldn't bring himself to voice his thoughts. That didn't mean he was going to lie. "Here," Axel continued gently, pulling one arm away long enough to dig through his pockets and push a jewelry box into Roxas' unresisting hands. The blond opened it silently, and raised his eyebrows at the contents. "Don't you think it's a bit early in our relationship to get us matching rings?" he asked. "Silly," Axel chuckled again, plucking the black and white rings from the box and casually sliding them onto the fingers of Roxas' left hand, the one Roxas wore his checkered wristband on. "Why would I spend money on myself when I can spend it all on you?" Roxas didn't answer. He was staring down at his new rings, twirling them around his fingers uncertainly. He was feeling a little overwhelmed by Axel, not used to people being so open with their emotions, let alone people who felt so strongly so quickly. They barely knew each other, so how could Axel so fully believe that he was in love? Roxas knew it was lust, even if it was true that he'd never gotten so caught up in someone before. Being pretty much unable to resist someone's sexual advances and being in love were two entirely different things. "Roxas?" Axel asked quietly, pulling the blond out of his thoughts. Roxas turned and moved to straddle Axel's lap, looking into his concerned eyes with a small smile. "Thanks," he murmured, and leaned in for a kiss. Axel pulled him close, one hand on his waist and the other at the back of his neck, thumb caressing his jaw. Roxas was more than content to sit here in Axel's lap for the rest of the day, and ran his hands slowly through Axel's hair and then down his arms, curled the fingers of his left hand around Axel's right, and wrapped the other around the man's neck to pull himself even closer to the warm body beneath his own. "Man, I really need to get better timing," Xigbar's voice came suddenly from right behind them, and Roxas would have leapt out of Axel's lap if the man didn't have such a firm grip on him. "One of these days, my remaining eye is going to stop working out of pure self-defense." "Shut up, Xigbar," Axel growled. Roxas slid off Axel's lap with a sigh, sitting next to him and facing Xigbar, who promptly threw a pair of gloves and a coat into his face. "What the hell is going on?" "Seems like someone saw us bringing Roxas in last night," Xigbar shrugged, throwing another coat at Axel. "The Conclave came to meet him."  Chapter Six
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