The House of Chanterelle

The House of Chanterelle

Episode Two

"Everything You Need"

Axel wasn't sure when he had gotten from the VIP room to being led down one of the many hallways by a hostess. Apparently all of the pink clad staff was called Monarchs. Whatever. The White Imperials had left him and Riku to be tended to by the monarchs and disappeared behind the stage. He was, to say the least, disappointed to not have had more time with the blonde. What had his name been? Roxas? Yeah, that was it, Roxas. Roxas had run away with that Sora kid and left him unsatisfied. After that, two waitresses came along and asked them to follow them. So here was Axel walking along after being separated from Riku. The hostess led him down another hall and into a single room set away from the rest. She slid open the doors revealing an elegantly decorated room of black and white. A large circular bed covered in dark sheets lay in the center of the room with a curtain that pulled all the way around for cover. A set of Queen Anne chairs sat at a mahogany table of similar style and a dresser was against the wall behind them. A cracked door showed glimpses of what he assumed was the bathroom. It was decorated with such classic finery that if he hadn't already seen Roxas, he would have assumed that an overpriced courtesan lived here. The hostess led him by the arm to one of the chairs before opening the cabinet that held a collection of glasses, wines, and spirits within it. Axel's brow arched at that.

"Kid loves his alcohol," he commented.

"Oh no, the alcohol is for you. The tongue tends to loosen with the help of good wine and liquor. A butterfly's specialty is giving the customers what they need rather than what they want. Sometimes it's a little tougher for some to let their guard down long enough to receive that kind of care but Roxas has never failed before. He excels at it."

"Oh, so Roxie likes to take 'care' of his people, huh?"

The hostess looked him over and a smile came to her lips. "I believe I should put you up for the night. You may take Roxas a while."

"Oh by all means, let him work on me," Axel said leaning back in his chair. By all standards he had gotten bored. He hoped this little pleasure house kitten was worth all this extravagance he was subjecting himself to.

"Mr. Axel, since you will be staying for the night I'll be taking your keys, phone, and wallet."

"Uh, what? What the hell for?"

"We at the House keep track of all our guests and insure that they do not try to leave while intoxicated or worse lose these things while they are with their butterfly."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it lady. Here!" he put his keys and wallet in her hand.

"Thank you, and phone?"

"Oh right," he fished his cell out of his pocket and passed it to her. She bowed to him.

"I will make a note at the front desk that you do not need to pay in the morning. If there is anything you need between now and dawn, then don't hesitate to ask your butterfly for assistance. He is here for your needs and pleasures."

"…Okay…"

With that she bowed once more and left Axel alone in the room. He helped himself to something strong while he waited. Wondering what all of this was about anyway. Meeting the blonde had been somewhat cliché for a fancy pleasure house now that he was able to think about it. Had Riku set him up or was this all Yuna's fault? Her and her little dumb stamp had gotten him into this place was awesome and made catered to the snob in him, he'd give it that, but everything was almost too refined for his taste. Hmm, what did that say about him? Did that make him a trashy rich guy or something? So if he was the trashy rich guy, then Riku was the trashy rich friend who knew their trashy secretary friend worked at a trashy refined pleasure house with the trashy butterflies and their trashy dances and-okay he was drunk. And if he wasn't, he was definitely buzzing. That was the only way he would use the word trashy that many times. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the object of his buzzed desire talking outside the door.

"Remember Sor, be careful. We all know how you get around Riku!"

"I know, I know!"

"I mean it, Sor! You don't get carried away tonight or you might actually kill him this time. You know Mom hates it when you kill them."

"Riku'll be fine, Rox! You know I wouldn't dare kill him. You just be careful with that Axel guy. I remember Riku telling me about him before he came here. He's wild and your type! He may not be good like you want him to be."

Axel's brow arched. They did know he could hear them right?

"I can take care of myself better than you can. Now go have fun! I'll be turning on my light in an hour or so. That means don't come bother me with your girly kiss and tell thing! It freaks me out."

"Liar! You love it when I tell you about my nights with Riku. Besides, I'm totally not gonna bother you when I have Riku on a silver platter waiting for me. Evil blondes! You won't even kiss me goodnight!"

"You're so…dare I say, gay? Go to bed! I'll kiss you goodnight another time." Roxas finally pushed his door open and walked in. he locked the door behind him and looked at Axel. He smirked at the drink in the redhead's hands. "I see you took full use of the mini-bar."

"You had such an extensive collection that I couldn't just ignore," Axel said disdainfully. "So who's that kid to you? You're boyfriend or something?"

Roxas laughed. "Why? Jealous?"

"I just met you kid."

"Never stopped my other customers," He said walking over to Axel. "I might as well see what I'm deal-"

When he'd reached Axel, the man yanked him into his lap and kissed him hard enough to bruise his lips. The words had been pushed back down his throat by Axel's enthusiasm. The redhead had been waiting to take what he had wanted earlier but was too stunned to get it until now. But after a while, he realized that the boy wasn't even responding to his kiss. It put him on a road to being ticked off when the kid actually pushed him away. He wasn't forceful about it which kept Axel from getting too mad about it, but to be rejected wasn't exactly on his rainbow and sunshine list. Roxas licked his lips tasting the whiskey Axel had dug into while he was away.

"Mm, this is not what you need tonight," he said after a moment. "What you need is a bath and a goodnight's sleep."

"What? You mean after the show you put on for me, all I'm getting is a bath and sleep! I could've done that at home!"

Roxas gave a mysterious smile and walked toward the bathroom shedding his clothing as he went. Axel's mouth went dry at the sudden show of skin. He was so small, thin but supple. His back was flawless, not a blemish or bruise which was strange for someone who worked in a pleasure house. Someone had to have a bused him once twice, didn't they? He shuddered at the thought of himself being able to abuse that delicate pale body. His eyes traveled from top to bottom and back up again; he was drawn to something on the boy's shoulder. A beautiful back and white butterfly wing was tattooed to his left shoulder blade. Slivers of yellow seemed to have been airbrushed all the way to the black lining giving it the iridescent illusion of a real butterfly wing. When the muscles beneath his skin shifted as he walked, Axel could have sworn it was flapping. He did wonder why only half of a butterfly was branded on his back. Where was the rest?

Roxas smirked feeling his client's eyes on him. He glanced back at Axel. "You say you could've gotten all this at home?"

"Well, not all this," Axel replied.

"Then come on, red. Come take a bath with me."

There was nothing shy about this kid and he couldn't say he didn't like it. "That bath sounds better and better. Though, I still say you owe more than a bath."

Roxas only laughed and disappeared into the bathroom. Axel took one last swig of whiskey before eagerly following his blond host.

Sora lay on the white sheets of his four posted bed under the cover of the canopy. Riku trailed quick hot kisses over his skin caressing every place that he missed with his mouth. He peeled the troublesome tunic away from his body reveling in the shivers from Sora's wanton body. Sora admitted that he was half starved and hungry for his silver-haired lover and those hands of his were making it so hard to resist his blood lust. He fought tooth and nail to control himself, telling himself not yet as Riku's teeth roughly grazed his pulse. He cried out nails raking over his lover's back. Not there not there, was all he could think as Riku's teeth and tongue assaulted his neck. Riku wasn't giving him the room to think and if he couldn't think he couldn't concentrate and if he couldn't concentrate he couldn't control—god! Riku's hand found its way between his legs making him pant and arch. Sora tried to slow him down but couldn't do so physically.

"Slow down, Riku!" Sora panted as Riku attacked his neck. It's too much, I can't think straight!"

"No, not tonight," Riku replied through baited breath. "It's been too long, too long! I came here to see you and I need this." His breath ghosted along Sora's jaw line. "I need to have you right here, right now with no interruptions. Let me have you now and when you put the red light on I don't care what you do to me. You can bleed me dry if you want."

Sora gasped and shivered at the thought and he felt his fangs itching to bite. "Riku, please, you know better! Don't tempt me to do that!"

Riku pulled away and brushed his thumb over Sora's bruised lips feeling out the fangs that had made themselves present. He gently touch them making Sora's breath hitch and his eyes roll. "Don't be scared to take what you want from me, Sora. I don't mind feeding your addiction so you can take as much as you need."

Sora's deep azure eyes turned to pale cerulean. He breathed in deep and sat up to kiss Riku deeply, nipping a cut in his bottom lip. Riku moaned into the kiss as Sora sucked gently giving himself a taste of his lover's blood. The brunette pulled away and closed his eyes trying to stay his hunger. Heaven knew he missed that taste on his pallet. He opened his eyes and they were azure and lust clouded. Brushing Riku's cheek, the brunette kissed him earnestly and lovingly this time. In a breathless voice he whispered against Riku's lips.

"That's enough, Riku. I won't let my hungers get in the way of what you need. It's been too long for that."

Riky smiled gently and pushed his love back on to the bed. "Nothing would get in the way of me needing you, Sora. Not even the world outside of the House."

Sora felt a tinge of sadness but was sure not let it show in his eyes and he stared up into the Caribbean jewels that were Riku's eyes. He knew that Riku wasn't lying but he also knew that there were things that Riku couldn't control. They both knew that he couldn't give up his world for Sora alone; it would take more than that. Instead of dwelling on it, Sora reached up ad caressed Riku's head in a comforting gesture though he didn't know how to explain this sudden feeling of helplessness. Riku laid his forehead against Sora's.

"Dammit, Sora, it's not enough," he growled keeping their eyes locked. "This is not enough, especially for you."

Sora's lips gave a reassuring smile and he kissed the end of Riku's nose. "It's enough…when I say so," he whispered gently.

"It'll never be enough for me."

"It will be because I've never refused you anything Riku. Now come on, relax and be with me tonight."

This time, Sora relaxed on his back and allowed Riku's needs to overshadow his own. The silver-haired man kissed his way from Sora's mouth to his neck to his collar bone. There was no slow tonight. It had been ten months since they had come together and became one. Riku promised with each frantic kiss that never again would there be so much time separating them. Sora said nothing and only gave affirming touches and kisses. He wanted to believe these promises but he knew what he was and even if Riku didn't mean them to be, those promises were empty for him. He knew what he was for and he was painfully reminded of it every time he felt the golden band on Riku's hand graze his skin with its cold metallic surface. He inwardly sighed and let himself be pulled under and Riku ravished his body like a starving man. Always forever and always never…

"I retract my previous statement. It's been a long time since I relaxed like this."

Axel stretched a bit in the boiling hot water and reveled in the steamy scent of candles and petals that float in the water. In his tipsy state it had taken a little to get him in the water as Roxas suggested. Hell, it only took a peck on the lips. Somewhere at the back of his mind, Axel knew he had to stop drinking so much when he was out. Apparently it made him agree to just about anything. Roxas got in behind him, moaning a little at the wonderful heat of the water. He watched the redhead as the man relaxed in the light scented water. His canines sharpened under his tongue as he raked his eyes over the brown sugar skin of his newest client. The only thing that restrained him was that he could see that this Axel was in need of intense care before he could even think of sinking his teeth into. In his current condition, he wouldn't even survive the initial bite and the blood would taste horrible and spoiled. That was fine. During his stay in the House of Chanterelle he'd learned absolute patience that no other member held. A patience that was bested only by Lady Valkyrie herself and he was not going to waist this golden opportunity on something as silly as moving too fast.

He soundlessly moved closer to Axel and sat down behind him in the pool like bath. He reached out without much reserve and guided his hands up the redhead's sides shuddering at the feel of the racing blood made thing by alcohol. "You're so…"

"What?" Axel laughed. "Skinny?"

"No," Roxas said tracing the outline of his waist. "Well, yeah you're pretty damn skinny, but you seem…starved."

"Starved?" he scoffed. "Kid, I eat my body weight in food at least three times a day."

Roxas shook his head and brought his hands up to Axel's back. "Not what I meant. Ah, here's the problem."

"You know, you don't act like a whore. I mean, aren't you supposed to come on to him like a drunk prom date?"

"I'm not the one full of alcohol," Roxas laughed. "I'm not a prostitute or a courtesan or a whore or anything like that. I don't lie to people and I don't give people what they want."

Axel gave him a strange look over his shoulder. "Wait, wait! So you live and perform in a pleasure house, but you don't fuck your customers?"

Roxas began to knead the knots he had found in that supposedly flawless back. "I didn't say that. I said I give people what they need. It's usually a far cry from what they want out of me. If they need sex, then I'll give it to them."

Axel hissed when he felt nimble fingers press down a particularly sore spot near his spine. "Hey, kid what are you doing back there? You're killin' my buzz!"

"It's called a massage, you jerk," Roxas said blandly. "You need it. Plus, staying drunk is a bad habit anyway. Apparently all that wildness is making you old fast."

"Old, huh? I guess I would be old compared to some kid who's no older than fifteen or sixteen."

"Heh, you don't want to know my age, red."

"Stop callin' me that-ow!" Axel flinched away from Roxas's hands as a current of pain hit his spine. He tried to stay away, but the blonde pulled him back. "What the hell are you doing?"

"It's called a tension knot, genius. You're a virgin to back massage; it's supposed to hurt the first time," Roxas teased. "Just be still and it'll feel better after a while."

"I think you're some kinda sadist!" Axel muttered but didn't stop him.

The shots of pain from the knot in his back turned into a pleasant ache and then to hardly nothing at all. The kid hadn't lied; his back was starting to feel looser and more pliable. Every now and then those nimble fingers hit the right spot and would draw quiet moan from the redhead. Spots that started out painful turned into erogenous spots beneath he blonde's attentive fingertips. Roxas smiled a little as Axel began to relax against him and he could feel the blood racing at a steady pace just beneath his skin. His body was unwinding the way Riku and Yuna had promised and he was finding it hard to keep his eyes open. He closed his eyes slowly and let his head droop forward so that the only sensation he concentrated on was Roxas's skillful hands. What worse was that through that haze and pressure points, Axel felt heat stirring in his body and move low through is abdomen. The kid wasn't even being remotely sexual yet he was more than ready to pin him to the edge of the tub. Kid? Speaking of…

"Hey," he muttered without turning around to face him. "how old are you really? Is this even legal?"

Roxas chuckled and closed the distance between them. He pressed himself against Axel's back, his skin sliding smoothly against the redhead's. he felt the man's heart rate increase and had to shiver when he felt Axel's shudder. He slid his hands to wrap around his torso and put his lips to his ear. He breathed in deep the scent of all that unruly blood tinted hair. He kissed the juncture of Axel's jaw and neck pressing his tongue against that spot. Axel's body practically melted against him.

"Would my age stop you from touching me?"

Roxas heard his heartbeat quicken in their close proximity and he watched with a smirk as a pink tongue passed over dry lips. Axel looked over his shoulder and was lost in those frosted eyes. He barely noticed those small hands passing over his jaw and into his hair, his fingertips massaging his scalp. Tingles passed through him like tiny shocks of electricity reaching all the way down to his fingertips. He flexed his hands, clenching them because he had nothing to grab on to him. His emerald eyes fell to half mast and he turned so he could place his hands on the blonde's petite waist, his hands still in his hair.

Roxas chuckled and pressed his mouth to Axel's in a teasing kiss. Unfortunately, Axel was just like Sora had said, wild. He pulled the blond down so that he was completely straddling his lap and Roxas fought hard to hold back moan, settling for a hard tremble as their skin touched more fully. In the time it took to control his thickening fangs, Axel had invaded his mouth with a very skilled tongue. Once the redhead got a taste of the inside, he couldn't stop. The kid didn't really taste like anything tangible. No exotic foods or drink, he simply tasted like younger lovers often did, bittersweet and innocence. How could someone who lived in a pleasure house taste this way and how could it be so addicting? Roxas trembled as that tongue brushed over his gums and teeth. He moaned and clung to Axel, his hand tightening its hold on Axel's hair as he lost more of his careful control. It was Axel who pulled away first when he felt his tongue scrape against those suddenly sharp teeth. He looked at Roxas who was breathing hard through his nose and had his eyes shut.

"God, what's with those teeth of yours? You got a blood fetish?"

He had to stop the tremble in his spine before he answered. That simple taste of blood from Axel's too curious tongue had set fire to his insides and told him that patience wasn't always a good virtue to have. He breathed in deep calming breaths and looked down at Axel with bright wintry blue eyes. "Would it bother you if I did?"

Axel barely heard the question; he was too captured by those eyes. "No, I'm not bothered at all by it. In fact, I think I might like to see that little mouth of yours red with blood, kind of a morbid turn on."

Roxas placed a shaky hand between them and shook his head. This man was playing on his carefully constructed self control. "Let's just say I have a little something similar to Renfield's Syndrome."

Axel arched his eyebrow. "I'll pretend like I know what that is. So why are you refusing me now? You're just as turned on as I am. I mean, it's not like I can't feel it."

Roxas bit back a moan when Axel made his point by groping him beneath the water. One little taste of blood and his body was already betraying him. He gently removed Axel's hand from his person and brought those wet fingers to his lips nibbling them slightly to soothe the ache in his gums. Axel moaned when he drew them in his mouth and bit his lip when felt those filed teeth scrape over his knuckles. If that felt this good on his fingers then he was going to have a lot of fun with Blondie here. Roxas let Axel's fingers fall from his lips and allowed a dark smirk show. "I told you, this isn't what you need tonight."

"Who gives a damn what I need, just give me what I want!" Axel said with an almost pout.

Roxas just hummed and shifted behind him again. He understood what it was now. Axel didn't know the pleasure of simple company. He was far too use to his lovers throwing themselves all over him and his money but the redhead didn't realize that even he needed a certain stability. Roxas decided that tonight he would make him kick his addiction to the flings because contentment and real desire made the blood that much sweeter.

"I think I want to keep you, red."

Sora got up slowly from bed, careful not to rouse Riku. He couldn't even remember how long they had been at it but it was heavenly in itself. As much as he wanted to lounge, he had to put out his red light so that they would stay away from his room. He pulled his kimono robe closer to his body and snuck a peek outside his door to insure it was time. Red lights lined his hall and all was dark and quiet save for the usual sounds of butterflies and their chosen. Sora closed his doors and picked up his Chinese lamp. A golden crown was painted on the front marking it as his and smiled touching the symbol. Memories were such a fun thing. He struck a match to his red lamp, hanging it on the hook outside his door. He sighed and went to sit on the side of Riku, smiling slightly as he traced his lover's shoulder, stopping at the beautiful black and aqua green butterfly tattooed to his back. He went over the wings and traced the antennae with light brushes.

"A Paris Peacock does more justice to you than any other butterfly I've ever picked. As long as you have my mark, you'll always be mine."

He leaned over and rested his head against Riku's shoulder, pressing his lips to cool skin. The smell of the blood running under that pale skin was so sweet and drove him crazy. He'd held back during their love making. Now, his lover was satiated for now and he was free to do as he pleased under the red light's glow. He ran his fingers through the silver silk of Riku's hair and he pushed it aside showing that beautiful white throat he'd missed for ten long months. He parted his lips and pressed and open mouth kiss to Riku's throat before sinking his needle sharp fangs into that unmarred skin. Riku's lips parted in a breathy moaned and Sora's teeth dug into him. The brunette clenched the sheet beside Riku's hand when the first drop touched his tongue and that tantalizingly sweet blood made his eyes roll. His senses peaked and he had to claw the bed itself to keep from hurting Riku. His lover moved his head further to the side so that Sora could have better access. His moans awakened primal things in Sora and Sora's eyes paled to almost white. His nails grew long and tore the sheets of his bed as he drunk. He could hear everything around him, smell everything, and see everything. This high was more amazing than anything he'd ever felt while he had been human and he wanted to drink Riku dry. The idea of that body cold and drained of all substance all because of him appealed to his darker nature. Sora pulled himself onto the small of Riku's back as he continued to draw the sweet nectar from his body. He placed his now clawed hands onto Riku's and intertwined their fingers, blissfully ignoring the sounds of the people passing by his door. Drowning in the feedings, Sora almost lost himself to his task.

"S…Sora…" came a soft whisper.

Sora jumped a little, his heart skipping a beat. Slowly he pulled away realizing that he had been biting harder than what was necessary. Riku had a pained expression on his face though he had not awakened. The brunette forced himself off of Riku after closing up the wound and sat as far away from his silvery lover as he could. He leaned back against the bed post and ran a hand through his hair trying to calm down. He bit his palm, letting his still sharpened teeth sink into his own skin, a trick he learned that helped him calm himself. They weren't immune to their own poison so the little that he injected into himself lowered his heart beat and he sat back in a daze. It was happening again….and he didn't know what to do about it. He buried his face into his knees trying not to cry.

Roxas was lightening a large red lamp and hanging it near his door. It was marked with some sort of strange symbol that looked like a spiked cross. A deep red light flooded the room as Roxas blew out the match and all the other lights went out. Axel heard a female announcer came on a loud speaker but he was too out of it to even understand her. He rested comfortably in Roxas's bed unsure of when they had gotten out of the bath. He was feeling so drugged now, lethargic, almost like he inhabited someone else's body and he didn't have complete control over it. His body felt so relax and so unlike his own but at the same time, he'd never been more aware or awake. That didn't make sense in his mind but that didn't stop him from feeling it. His senses were on some sort of euphoric high where he could see and smell and feel everything. He could feel every tingle of the silk sheets against his oversensitive skin. He could smell the vanilla scented candle that had been used to make Roxas's lamp glow. Even in the dim red light he could see a bead of water from Roxas's wet hair roll down the blonde's neck and down his back into his white robe. He tried to sit up but his muscles wouldn't allow it. They were too happy with the nice tingling state they were in.

Roxas left the lamp to swing in front of his door and he turned to Axel who watched him through half lidded eyes. He was glad he had finally gotten the redhead to stop trying to molest him in the bath though it had been very, very hard. The man was incorrigible and he believed all the alcohol made it worse. But, stubborn lovers always made the best ones in his opinion. He walked slowly to the bed considering the Axel must've been feeling completely hazed right now and didn't need to make him alarmed by showing his true colors. He watched Axel's wild green eyes with a small smirk on his face. His eyes held the red head there as he sat on the bed leaning over him and kissing him in earnest. Axel was clean, relaxed, and ready and so was Roxas. Those lips held no more needless aggressiveness though they still tried to contest with him. Damn stubborn. Too bad they wouldn't win against Roxas, not now. He pulled away showing his baby blues that had brightened to pale diamond orbs in the darkness. He allowed his fangs to show fully fledged and sparkling white.

Axel chuckled weakly. "Gonna bite me now, Mr. Renfield's?"

Roxas gave an almost cruel smile. He captured the redhead's lips once more and straddled him with his legs tightly securing Axel's waist. The robe slipped off his shoulders as he pressed his palms flat on Axel's smooth chest for balance. Axel's hands slid up his legs and firmly grasped his hips. Roxas was amazed that the redhead still had that much coordination. He pressed the full length of his body against Axel's shuddering at how wonderful it felt to be pressed against a warm body again. He kissed from Axel's lips to his jaw line, stopping only to control himself when he both saw and heard the speeding pulse beneath that deeply tanned skin. He parted his lips to suck the spot in an almost loving way before putting his lips to Axel's ear. His voice made the red gasp and shudder beneath him.

"Am I going to bite you? Heh, from the moment I saw you, I knew that that wasn't all I was going to do to you." Roxas ran his tongue back down to the racing pulse in that thin neck. "No, I'm not going to bite you, Axel."

Axel swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. Adrenaline was pushing through his drowsy body but he felt no more awake or alert than before. In fact, felt almost too high. He wet his lips and asked "Then what are you going to do to me, Roxas."

A shiver went down his spine at the way that Axel breathed his name. "I'm going to ruin you."

Before he could respond, Axel cried out in a cross between excruciating pain and extraordinary pleasure. Roxas's fangs punctured deep releasing their poison into the redhead's system. The body beneath him arched against him and the blonde couldn't help but roll his hips in a slow motion as he drunk. Soft moans escaped them, Axel's breathy and Roxas's muffled. He could admit that the blood was still somewhat bitter, but Roxas could fix that with time. For now, it tasted well enough. It was very warm from his ministrations and flowed thickly down his throat like wine, coating his tongue with sensations he hadn't felt in months. Yes, this was the one. Axel was weakening, he could feel it. The hands that had had a firm grip on his hips were now sliding limply down his thighs. Roxas only indulged a bit more before tearing himself away and finding Axel's eyes closed in a deep quiet sleep. He licked the wound clean making sure it closed and ran his fingers through all that red hair with a smile. Even with what he had done for Axel now, he was still starved. Axel was going to need time and devotion, something he sure the redhead wasn't use to. Only then would the blood be as it was supposed to. He knew one thing was for sure, Axel would be no one else's. When he was done with him, the man would never be satisfied with life outside of Roxas's bed. He caressed the sleeping redhead's cheek lovingly, his eyes watching him with predatorial light.

"If I have to, I'm going to take away everything you have and then give you everything you need. You're mine now."