• "Hey, this isn't your room or mine." Axel closed the door behind him anyway
    "I know." Axel looked at Roxas, who apparently wasn't as drunk as he thought. The red head moved to the end of the bed to see the dirty blond in the darkness. That proved to be stupid. He had put his hands on his hips
    "Roxas come on, we gotta get to bed."
    "There's one right behind you." For some reason the red head had to look and make sure. Next thing he knew he was pinned to the bed without his shirt
    "Roxas, what are you doing?" Roxas quickly went to remove the clothing on Axel's lower. "Roxas get off!" the red head struggled under the dirty blond. Roxas looked at him and tilted his head
    "Why?" Axel just struggled, realizing just how drunk he'd gotten. He couldn't get the smaller male off of him. He paused only after feeling Roxas's lips on his, shocked. He started again after a few moments, he didn't know what was wrong with Roxas tonight. Roxas came back, looked at him
    "What's wrong?" Axel turned his head, burying his face in his arm
    "This is wrong." Roxas sighed and Axel thought he would get off and go to bed. He then yelped in pain "Roxas," the dirty blond looked at him. He wanted Axel to love him without the help of alcohol, though he never really got that drunk to begin with
    "This would be a bit easier if you went along."
    "Stop." Roxas used a hand to stroke the red head's face
    "But I don't want to." He bent back down to kiss Axel again, who refused again "Just kiss me." The red head struggled and refused for a bit longer before complying. Roxas moaned, somehow convincing himself that he wasn't forcing himself on Axel, even though the only thing the red head was doing was kissing. Axel could only think back over his stupidity, the drinking, following Roxas to his room. Why? That was all he could ask himself now, though he really didn't want to think through the pain. He just wanted it to end. Roxas finally decided to be done, gathering his clothes to dress, and going to bed. Axel didn't trust himself enough to get up for a while, not pulling on all his clothes before going to his room.

    The next few days were a bit of a blur to Axel, ask him what happened or what was said and he wouldn't be able to tell you. Roxas spent them looking for non--flammable bindings, which he was having issues finding. Axel was trying to convince himself that that night was just a bad dream. He finally did and was able to go on like it didn't happen. Until Roxas found non--flammable bindings. The dirty blond lured Axel into the room again, lying about something being in there "Alright Roxas, what's wrong in here?" he looked at the smaller male, who had started coming closer, causing Axel to back into the bed "Roxas?" he sat on the bed then back up on the bed, Roxas pushing him down and tying him.

    It kept up, no matter how hard Axel tried to get him to stop. Each time it got harder to pretend like nothing was wrong. He watched Roxas day after day, going on like everything was ok, like he wasn't the source of Axel's pain. The red head never felt like getting up in the mornings, had to force himself to get through the day and pretend to be ok. He got back to his room one night, feeling like everything was slipping out of his control. He found a razor blade in one of his desk drawers before going and sliding into a sitting position in a corner. He brought his wrist up and looked at it, slightly red from the bindings. He brought up his other hand, holding the blade, and dragged it across his wrist. He momentarily closed his eyes then watched the blood pool before trickling down his arm. He soon got up to go rinse it off, using hot water, not caring how much more it hurt. He dried his wrist and headed into his room, pulling on his fingerless gloves before laying down. He needed to find a way out of this, no one would believe him though. It didn't take him long to cry himself to sleep.