Children of the Night

Disclaimer - I said it before and I'll say it again, I don't own Kingdom Hearts, because I'm not Disney, Squenix, or Mr. Zippers.

Author's Note - As previously mentioned, this was written for a friend. She wanted a good vampire AkuRoku fic. I supplied the noun and she assures me of the adjective. As stated in the story, Roxas is sixteen, that makes him underage. Don't like it, don't read it. This story is yaoi, that means male on male. Don't like it, don't read it. I'm working on a part two, but I'm flighty, so who knows if I'll ever finish it? Anyway, all that aside, enjoy!

P.S. I suck at titles and names. Sorry.


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Roxas scowled as he watched Sora land on the ground after jumping from the porch roof. The brunette looked over his shoulder and waved, which only made the blonde scowl more. It was not fair... Sora could sneak out and run off with his friends, but if Roxas so much as got home from school late, he would end up grounded, all because he was set up by that jerk Seifer and his gang. Now their foster parents thought he was some kind of hardcore criminal, and treated him accordingly. He watched his twin run down the round, and saw a motorcycle's headlights come on. That would be Riku. Roxas wondered where the two ran off... to their friend Kairi's house? Probably... they probably had all kinds of parties there, since Kairi's parents were never home. Lucky bastards.

Roxas returned to his desk and tried to focus on his home work. He liked leaving it until right before bed, because that was when the house was finally quiet as all the other kids settled down and went to sleep. It usually helped him concentrate, and he was able to fly right through the work and be done before the last call for lights out. Not tonight, however... tonight he was just too wound up to focus. Despite what everyone thought about him, he was a good student, and the teachers had never had a reason to complain. After about an hour of reading the same math problem over and over, he shoved the book away and returned to the window. He could sneak out... probably get away with it too, if he waited until everyone was in bed. Sora took the approach that with everyone getting settled in and the small kids running around and creating a racket, no one would notice him slip off. It had worked thus far, but the blonde preferred there to be... less light... and less people awake to spot him. So he bided his time and waited, turning the light out and trying not to pace.

Finally the call for lights out came, and he cut off the light to the room. They at least afforded him enough courtesy to not do a bed a check, so he just had to wait until he heard the steps prowling the hall on the look out for the little ones to try to escape their beds to finally descend down the stairs. After that, he waited a solid thirty minutes... that felt like forever. When he was sure that he was not going to get caught, Roxas returned to the window and slipped out silently, thanking God that Sora kept the slides well-oiled so the window would not squeak.

Once he had leaned out the window, he grabbed a hold of the downspout and then pulled himself the rest of the way out. Now came the tricky part... he had to hold onto the downspout with one hand, and his knees while closing the window with the other hand without slamming it... He should have tied a rope around the damn lock so he could have pulled it down as he climbed down, but he had not thought this through far enough in advance to have the rope in his room. With nothing to do but suck it up, Roxas bit his lip, took one hand off the downspout and then flailed it at the window while clinging for dear life. After an eternity... or a minute and a half, whichever... he finally managed to get the window closed. Alright, hard part over... now he just had to climb down from the third floor to the porch roof on the first floor, and then jump. Oh boy. If life were a video game, he would have a glide ability.

Once he got back to the porch roof, he sat down for a moment to take a rest. Alright, points to Sora... he was a goof, but apparently his twin was fucking wiry! Roxas rubbed his arms and wondered idly if the brunette had a future as a gymnast... or a cat burglar. Once his arms stopped burning, he lowered himself down over the ledge and hung for a moment. He was about to release the edge of the roof and drop down, when the door opened. Fuck! He was so busted! He closed his eyes and waited for the screaming to start. When it did not, he opened his eyes again to see why... and saw the dog staring up at him. He scowled, and grumbled inwardly about stupid people not bothering to close the door all the way, and about the stupid dog that pushed his way out when no one was paying attention. With his arms now on fire, he dropped to the ground and quickly ran off.

Ha, freedom! Take that you bitches... It was only after he had gone a few blocks away that he realized... he had no idea where the hell he was going. The blonde stopped and looked around, trying to make a decision. He did not have any money, so the arcade was out... the comic shop too, really, since they generally expected you to buy at least a piece of gum. Maybe he could just... go spy on Sora and his group? Heh, that was a good idea, he would have something to hold over the brunette then. Kairi's house was still a long way away... but there were a few alley shortcuts he could take to get there... hell if he ran, it might not take very long at all. That thought in mind, he began jogging down the street.

After about the third alley short cut, all of the running and jumping and climbing began to tire Roxas out. While no slob, he did not seem to have the practice Sora had for these daring nightly escapes... Of course, Sora also rode a motorcycle to his friend's house, while Roxas was stuck hoofing it. He paused halfway down an alley between a warehouse and some kind of garage, and put his hand on the brick wall so he could bend over and try to catch his breath. Damn, all he needed was some ridiculous weapon, and a bunch of little enemies to pop up, and this would be just like a video game. Oh, and treasure chests... there needed to be treasure chests at the end of this alley...

"What have we here?"

Roxas' head jerked up and he blinked in surprise at four darker shadows in the darkness that he could have sworn were not there when he first game down the alley. Damn, he needed to pay better attention.

"See? I told you there was some kid running around like this was a safe neighborhood," there was a round of snickering, "So, boyo... didn't your mother ever tell you that the monsters come out at night?" the question was followed by another round of guffawing at the speaker's apparent cleverness.

"No," Roxas replied, his smart ass tendencies getting the better of him, "but she did tell me stupid cowards that think they're funny live in hives down back alleys... like trolls under bridges, but not smart enough to ask for billy goats." He winced inwardly as the snickering stopped. That was... not smart.

"I hate it when food has a smart mouth!" one of the people in the shadows said, "Let's rip this little shit apart." The group seemed to come together as they advance toward the blonde. He looked frantically to his sides for some kind of weapon to at least put up a token defense... When something whizzed past his head and embedded itself in the pavement. He jumped and then quickly shielded his eyes as what ever it was burst into flame. Dazzled by the light, and the suddenness, he missed what his would-be attackers said, except for the word 'pureblood'.

"Oh? What's going on here?" a voice said from behind him, "Looks like some lowbloods got a little big for their britches... What do you say, Demyx?"

Another voice behind Roxas sighed, "Man, I'm not cut out for this," the one addressed as 'Demyx' said in a slightly whining voice, "We're gonna be late if you hang around and play superhero. Come on man, let's just go."

"You go on ahead," the first speaker replied, "I just can't stand the idea that these lowlifes are poaching on our turf. Tell them I'll be late."

Roxas turned to see who was behind him, though he tried to keep the other group in his peripheral vision as well. The two behind him were in some kind of hooded trench coats, and he had looked just in time to see the more slender form shrug, "Alright, but I'm not taking responsibility for this, just so you know. Later." With that, the one that had to be Demyx turned and strolled off, idly whistling some tune. Crap... now even if this guy was here to help, it was still the two of them against four other guys... Though the remaining trench-coated one did not seem nervous. Roxas looked back at the weapon embedded in the ground... and on fire, he could not forget about the fire... and could only think to describe it as a 'hell wheel' since it was... well, a spiked wheel on fire.

One of the original group finally seemed to remember how to talk and stepped forward slightly, "Back off!" he said, though his voice cracked slightly, "We were here first, Pureblood! He's ours! We found him and tracked him here, you go to your fancy bars and get your prey there!"

The man laughed, "Since when does a low life like you tell someone like [i]me[/i] what to do?" he asked, "I don't think you remember your place..." He lifted an arm, holding it across his chest, and suddenly, between one eye-blink and the next, another of those wheels appeared in his hand, "You are..." he threw the wheel, "beneath me," there was a sickeningly wet thunk, like a machete hitting a ripe melon, and the speaking shadow had a wheel-shaped protrusion from his head, "Got it memorized?" the man in the coat purred.

The people in the shadows moved to huddle together... but the one that Roxas would have sworn now had a new head ornament spoke again, "Fuck you! There's only one of you, and four of us! We can take your ass!"

"Ew, no, you scags aren't getting anywhere near my ass," the man in the coat replied, "and it seems you still haven't learned your lesson," he made a tsking noise, as he lifted his hand, "What a pity... Oh well, later." He snapped his finger.

Roxas cried out and fell back at the sudden flash of light that was generated... from the man with the wheel in his head being set on fire. The blonde's back hit the wall as he closed his eyes against the light and covered his ears to drown out the man's agonized screams as he burned. What the fuck had he gotten caught up in?! He should have stayed home! Why did fucked up shit always happen to him?! He cried out again when he felt a hand on his arm, and he quickly jumped away, casting about, and grabbing the first thing that came to hand... a stick. Still, he held it like a damn katana between him and whatever had touched him.

As it turned out, it was the man in the coat, who held up both his hands in a surrendering gesture, "Hey now, kid, is that anyway to thank someone?" he asked, "I just wanted to check and see if you were alright..." the blonde could almost hear the smirk in the man's voice, "Why don't you lower your... mighty weapon there, and once I ascertain you're alright, I'll let you go."

Roxas looked around quickly... and realized that he and the man in the coat were the only two in the alley, and he was... standing in a pile of ash. He made a noise and quickly jumped back out of the ashes, and noticed, as his eyes frantically searched the alley, that the hell wheels were gone too. "Fuckin'- What the fuckin'. Fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you fucking fuck... Fuck!"

The man laughed, and it was a rich sound that seemed to wrap around Roxas like a warm, velvety blanket, "Well, you've certainly demonstrated the versatility of the word, kid... Though I hope you don't kiss your mother with that mouth."

Roxas' ears burned, "I'm not a kid," he grumbled, "I'm sixteen, so bite me."

The man shook his head, "Don't tempt me," he muttered and then reached up and pushed his hood back, freeing a shock of spiky hair, that Roxas could tell was flaming red even in the dim light. Damn, he wondered where the man got his hair dye. The second thing he noticed was the vibrant emerald eyes that almost seemed to glow... and seemed to draw him in until they filled his whole vision, and he felt he could not look away even if he wanted to... not that he did want to. "The name's Axel," the man said, "That's A-X-E-L, got it memorized?"

The blonde could only nod dumbly, feeling like he was drowning in the stranger's eyes, "A-Axel," he repeated dutifully.

"And your name, beautiful?"

"Hikari... Roxas Hikari."

He could see the smile in Axel's eyes, "Well it's better than 'Bond... James Bond,'" he teased. Those jewel-toned eyes advanced as the man stepped closer, and the blonde could not help but stumble back out of some deeply buried instinct. His retreat was stopped abruptly by the feeling of the fence at the end of the alley against his back. When had they... moved so far back into the alley? He wanted to look around, but he could not force himself to tear his eyes from Axel's. "Listen up, Roxas Hikari," the redhead purred and Roxas felt his gloved fingers touch his cheek, "You're going to go home, and go to bed like a good boy..." his fingers slid down the blonde's cheek, and Roxas felt heat pool in his belly as they dragged lightly over his slightly parted lips, "The monsters can't get you if you're under the covers..." Those eyes moved closer, and Roxas forgot how to breathe as he felt the man's cool, soft lips brush over his own, "Got it memorized?" Axel purred.

"Y-yes," Roxas managed to find the air to wheeze.

"Good," the redhead rumbled happily, "Maybe I'll... catch you later... Roxas Hikari."

Roxas blinked suddenly, feeling like he had just... awakened from some kind of weird dream. Where the hell was he? He looked around, and it took him a second to realize that he was still in the alley. What... happened? He rubbed the side of his head. Alright, he was sitting on the ground, and his head hurt... did he fall climbing the fence? He must have... Damn, he must have hit his head pretty hard. He needed to get home and check to make sure he did not have a concussion or something... and then he needed to go his ass to bed. What the hell had he been thinking? Walk to Kairi's house at night? Fuck, Sora might not even be there, and then he would get called a pervert, or a delinquent, or something. Screw that noise. He got to his feet and brushed himself off before making his way to the mouth of the alley. He grunted as he almost slipped in something, and then grumbled as he saw that it was a pile of ashes. Stupid hobos, leaving messes around. He exited the alley and then hurried home.

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"You're late, Flurry."

Axel scowled at Xaldin as he removed his coat and hung it in his locker, "I don't answer to you, Muttonchops," he said as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it, "So go to hell."

"You're late, Axel," a blue-haired man said dispassionately as he approached the two at the lockers, "Demyx made your excuses, but don't let it happen again... especially not when you're headlining."

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry," the redhead grumbled, "I had something to take care of... I mean, you should at least give me a break for being thorough, Saix, the kid doesn't remember a thing."

"That is why I am not reprimanding you," the other man replied, "Get dressed and warm up, Xigbar will announce you in two sets."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Axel muttered as he grabbed out the red silk he would be wearing for his set, "I got it. Tow the line, straighten up, shake those hips right."

Saix shook his head, "Just because you are not in trouble, does not mean I have to put up with your mockery. I have already had to stop two riots tonight, and one of them was your fault for being late. I will likely be stopping a third when we announce the further delay. Just do your job... it is what you are paid for."

"I said I got it, Moon Man," the redhead replied as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before pushing them down, "I'll be ready. Go toss around screaming fangirls." He rolled his eyes as the blue-haired man snorted and then walked away. "The shit I gotta put up with around here..." Axel muttered as he pulled on his costume.

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Axel smirked broadly as he strutted back to the dressing room, pulling money out of his g-string. Well it was turning out to be a good night all around... Or so he thought until he noticed Saix was waiting for him. "Do you just like watching me get undressed?" he asked the blue-haired man, "What? Can't get an eyeful while I'm on stage because you're too busy monitoring the crowd?"

"I could not care less about your state of dress," the other man replied, "I am simply here to tell you that the Superior says you may not feed on the crowd tonight."

That made the redhead turn around, "What?!" he demanded, "That's not fair! You said I wouldn't be punished because I covered my tracks!"

"I said I would not be reprimanding you," Saix replied, "I only speak for the Superior when I mention that I am speaking for him. In this case, he says that you are not allowed to feed from the crowd tonight. He said that perhaps a night of hunting would remind you why you obey the rules and arrive on time."

"Yeah, fine," Axel snarled, "A guy saves a kid from being torn to shreds and get rids of a bunch of uppity lowbloods, and he gets punished. I see how it is." Rather than linger, he changed quickly, "Then I'm out of here. Since I gotta go catch dinner, tell the Superior I'll have to skip the meeting at the sanctuary. I'll settle up with him before tomorrow night."

"The Superior expected as much," the other man said, "and you are authorized to miss tonight's meeting."

"Glad I have permission," the redhead grumbled as he quickly pulled on his clothing. Where the hell was he supposed to find food at this hour that did not come from the damn club?! That was fucked up! He was going to have to prowl the streets like a scaggity damn lowblood...

Sapphire blue eyes. Brilliant blue eyes set in a young, soft, changeable face, topped by spiky blonde hair. Eyes that burned in confused anger, and then darkened into liquid pools of desire. Roxas Hikari. Axel smirked. Well... maybe he would not have to prowl the streets after all.

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Roxas woke when he heard a tapping at his window. He rolled over and pulled the covers up over his head, "Go 'way," he muttered and curled up tightly. Just as he was about to drift back off, he heard the tapping again, "Soooooraaa, open it on your oooooown, 's not locked," he groaned. When the tapping came a third time, he sat up, pushing the covers away in annoyance, "Damn it Sora, I said..." he trailed off when he looked over and saw his twin sound asleep in his own bed. The blonde reached up and rubbed an eye, wondering if he was dreaming when the tap came again, "Riku?" he asked, peering at the outline behind the curtain, "Riku, go away, he's sleeping... and you're going to get us in trouble!" The tapping came again, and Roxas' mind began to process things as he woke up. From the shadow outside the window, the person would have to be... standing in front of the window... and their room was on the third floor. Right... Suddenly feeling like he was in an episode of the X-files, the blonde edged over to the window, took a deep breath, and then threw the curtain open. He stumbled back when he saw that there was a person out there... standing outside the window. Son of a bitch, what the fuck was going on?!

"Roxas Hikari," the voice sounded like it was whispering in his ear, "Open the window for me?" A pair of glowing green eyes pierced the darkness to meet his own, "Little Roxas, little Roxas, won't you let me in?" there was laughter in that whisper, and the eyes were certainly amused.

From the depths of whatever dream the blonde seemed to be in, the smart ass rose, "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin," he mumbled even as his hands reached out and opened the window. Stupid ancient nursery rhymes... what the hell were they doing in his subconscious?

The amusement in the eyes deepened, making them glitter, an effect that rather reminded him of faceted jewel catching the light, "You don't have any hair on your chinny chin chin..." there was a soft laugh that seemed to wrap around the blonde like a blanket, "Roxas Hikari, do you know who I am?"

"Axel," the blonde whispered, "You're Axel."

"So you got it memorized," the eyes squinted slightly in amused pleasure, "What else do you have memorized, beautiful?"

"The monsters can't get you if you're under the covers," Roxas said... and then added, "Also most cheat code websites."

Another laugh enveloped the boy, "Mm, you're a little smart ass. I like that. Did I also mention that you could have company under those covers to help... keep you safe?" the eyes squinted a bit more in amusement, "All you have to do is let me in, Roxas Hikari."

The blonde's eyes slid to Sora's sleeping form. Well... his twin had smuggled in Riku once or twice... not here, but... it would not hurt anything, right? The brunette was sound asleep...and this was likely just a dream, right? "Uh... sure," he whispered, "Come in."

"Axel," the voice purred, "You have to specify, Roxas Hikari. Who is allowed to enter?"

"Axel... Come in, Axel."

"Good boy..." came the purred reply, and between one eye blink and the next, the man stood inside the room. Yeah, this was definitely a dream. Roxas watched as the redhead closed the window behind him and then drew the curtain. When he turned around, the blonde's breath caught as he finally got a better look at the man's face. He never thought he would use the adjective for a man, but Axel was beautiful. As though he heard that thought, a smirk crossed those lush lips, and Roxas had a ghost of a memory about how cool and soft they had been against his own. He swallowed hard as the taller man stepped closer to him, and he felt gloved fingertips on the underside of his chin as the redhead lifted it, "Do you know what happens now, Roxas Hikari?" he asked softly.

Roxas felt his mouth go dry as he recognized the look on Axel's face to be hunger. It was a look he had seen Riku give Sora when the brunette was not looking, and the redhead certainly seemed to be eating him with his eyes. "Yes..." he breathed, "I-I mean, no... maybe?"

Axel grinned and lowered his head to brush his lush lips over the blonde's in a teasing kiss, "You've been a naughty boy, Roxas Hikari," he purred, "Sneaking out, meeting strange men..." he smirked, "Inviting them into your bed room. Do you know what happens to naughty boys like you?"

"We get candy?" Roxas wheezed, even his smart ass deserting him at the almost tactile feel of the redhead's hunger wrapping around him, making his breath come fast and his heart skip a few beats before beating like a humming bird's wings.

Axel laughed softly, and shook his head, "No... they get fucked," he nipped the blonde's lower lip sharply, "Got it memorized?" he whispered against the boy's lips and then wrapped an arm around him, and pulled Roxas flush against him as he pressed a real kiss to the blonde's lips.

What little bit of air that remained in Roxas' lungs escaped all at once. Axel's kiss was like liquid fire, starting where their lips met and then washing over the rest of him, making his body burn. He lifted his arms slowly and wrapped them around the slender man, his hands curling into fists in his coat. When he felt the redhead's tongue trail over the seam of his lips, he opened his mouth obligingly, shivering with need at the feeling of the older man exploring his mouth. Damn it, his loose pajama pants felt tight! He gasped softly as one strong, long-fingered hand cupped and then gently needed his rear. He pressed his rear back into the other man's hand as he gained enough sense to try to return the kiss, and lifted his tongue to brush over Axel's. He felt the other man's lips curl into a slight smile, and he followed Axel's retreating tongue into the redhead's mouth. He stiffened in surprise as he felt... surprisingly sharp teeth scrape his tongue, and then catch it to hold it in place. Surprise fled to be replaced with need as the taller man sucked on his tongue in long, steady pulls that seemed to go straight to his groin. Shit, if this kept up, he was going to embarrass himself.

Axel sucked steadily on the boy's tongue, drawing all of the blood he could manage from the little scratch he had made. Mm, sweet virgin blood. The only thing better than that was the fact that the boy was only half bespelled, and most of the reactions were his own. He really was a little firecracker. Maybe he would haunt the boy when he was not bespelled at all, just to see what he was like. He pushed the thought aside and licked at Roxas' tongue until the scratch healed over. After another moment, he released the blonde's tongue and broke the kiss, smirking slightly at the boy's whimpered protest. Cute...

Roxas whimpered again and tugged at Axel's coat. Not fair. Why did he break the kiss? Breathing was so overrated. Never mind the fact that it was the blonde himself who seemed to be the only person that was winded. He tugged the redhead's coat again and rose on his tiptoes to try to take the initiative and start a new kiss, but the taller man was having none of it. Instead Roxas found his jaw nuzzled and then his chin pushed up higher so Axel could kiss and lick down the side of his neck. He shuddered as the redhead got to the bend of his neck and felt his knees starting to go weak. He was secretly thankful that Axel had his arms around him, because that and his own grip on the man's coat was the only thing keeping him on his feet. He whined softly as the other man slowly lapped at the side of his neck and nibbled lightly at his skin. God... He lifted a leg and hooked it over the taller man's hip to press against him.

Ah, now that was sexy. The boy was hard as a rock, and shaking with need, and Axel had barely done anything. He loved a responsive victim! He continued worrying at the blonde's neck, sucking at it lightly to draw more blood to the sight of his eventual bite. The more he gently bruised the area, the better it smelled, like crushing rose petals before adding them to a bath. He figured the boy was not going to be on his feet much longer, so he lifted the blonde and hooked Roxas' other leg over his hip. Once the blonde was off the ground, Axel returned his hand to the boy's rear after sliding it inside Roxas' pajama pants. He kneaded the blonde's behind and finally, finally, allowed himself to sink his fangs into the boy's neck. All of the blood he had drawn to the surface with his teasing rushed into his mouth, like a bite of a particularly juicy peach. Mm... and it was just as sweet. His arm tightened around Roxas as he slowly drank from the blonde. He smirked slightly at the boy's loud, pleasured moan and felt his body quake. Well that was a good sign... too bad he did not have enough blood in him to take the encounter to its logical conclusion... that and the boy's brother would likely wake up with all that racket. Some other time maybe.

Roxas cried out softly as Axel bit him and then sucked at the bite. It was like... fire. The building desire in him seemed to ignite, threatening to boil his blood. He whimpered as his body shook, pleasure ricocheting throughout him. He clung desperately to the older man as he writhed against him, trying to get some friction against his aching member. He gasped in surprise as he felt the redhead's gloved fingers slide between his cheeks. The leather of the gloves was so soft and smooth as it moved over his skin and he shuddered as it moved over his entrance. In some deep corner of his mind, it occurred to him that if this was what naughty little boys got, then the delinquent life was looking like a good choice.

Axel's eyes crinkled in amusement as the blonde's thought crossed his mind. Aw... he could not let this kid dedicate himself to a life of crime because of a chance encounter. He would have to make all this seem like a dream, and blank his face out of Roxas' memory. What a pity, especially considering that the boy's blood was like... well, he was not sure, he had never tasted anything like it. The best he could come up with was 'good'... though that was a gross understatement and did not come even remotely close to explaining all of its delicious nuances and heady flavors. Hell, lack of blood pressure or not, he felt like he was on the verge of orgasm himself. Hm... well he could give this dream a happy ending for the boy anyway. He continued to stroke his finger over the blonde's entrance as he carried him back over to the bed. Once he had reached the pint mark, he stopped sucking at Roxas' neck and licked the wounds slowly to get them to close, and to savor the last of the blood that oozed out... like licking the plate after a particularly tasty meal.

When the wounds closed, Axel laid the boy down on the bed, and smirked at Roxas' whimpered protest. The smirk broadened at the tent the blonde had pitched... it was an impressive one too. Heh, that was cute... so was the fact that Roxas was squirming and whining softly in protest at being set down. The redhead climbed into the bed and pressed a finger to the boy's lips to quiet him, "Shhh, beautiful," he said quietly, "I'm not going to leave you just yet." He licked his lips and then swallowed to make sure there was no blood in his mouth before he replaced his finger with his mouth, capturing the blonde's lips in a deep kiss.

Roxas quieted at Axel's command, and then eagerly returned the kiss, opening his mouth gladly to the redhead's exploration. His body absolutely ached with need, despite the blinding pleasure he had already experienced. He gasped into the man's mouth as the fabric of his pajama pants moved over his aching erection, and then shuddered as he felt air blow over it. He lifted his hips when he realized that Axel was pulling off his pajama pants, his body liking where this was going. He whined softly in protest when the redhead broke the kiss, but did what he could to help the older man divest him of his pajama bottoms. Once that cloth barrier was gone, the blonde spread his legs when Axel touched his thighs and looked down the length of his body to watch the redhead.

Aw, that was kind of hot with the kid watching him. Well if he had an audience, that meant he should put on a show, right? Axel lowered his head and nuzzled the side of Roxas' knee before dragging his tongue lightly up the length of the blonde's thigh. When he reached the boy's groin, he lightly flicked his tongue over his sack before moving to the other thigh and making his way down it. He smirked at the breathy moans he was getting in response to his actions and kissed his way back up the shorter being's thigh. When he got near the groin again, rather than tease, he took Roxas' length in hand and swirled his tongue over the head, his eyes narrowing in amusement at the needy little whimper that earned him. He took the head of the blonde's aching arousal into his mouth and traced the edges with his tongue before dragging the tip of his tongue up the frenulum and lightly probing the slit in the top. He could tell by the pitch of the moans that the boy was not going to last long, so he slid down, swallowing the blonde's entire length. He began moving his head quickly as he cupped his tongue around the underside of Roxas' shaft.

Roxas found he could not watch Axel once the older man took him in his mouth. In fact, Roxas could not watch anything as his vision went grey and his cheeks heated. He threw his arm over his eyes and lifted his hips slightly as soft, low moans of pleasure escaped him. The pressure that had been building in the pit of his stomach tightened into a hard knot that felt like it would explode at any second, and he had trouble getting enough air as his breath would only come in short, ragged pants between moans. Just when he thought he could not take it anymore... the redhead began to hum. Some deep-seated sense of self preservation made him cover his mouth to muffle his cry of pleasure as he came, arching hard and writhing beneath the older man's ministrations.

Axel swallowed the blonde's shaft to the base as he continued sucking, swallowing all the boy had to give. There now, time for his own happy ending. He pulled off slowly, cleaning the blonde's shaft before letting it fall from his mouth. He slid down a bit and nuzzled the inside of the boy's thigh before biting down on it and sinking his fangs in. He smirked against Roxas' skin as the blonde let out another muffled cry and writhed as though he had orgasmed again... which was exactly what happened, minus the ejaculation. He tried to be careful, not wanting to drain too much, but damn was the kid sweet. It was like drinking liquid sunshine... but without the burning death... it sang through his veins with the rush of euphoria he usually associated with using his own power, though it was not hot like his fire.

Before he knew it, he had drank two more pints of blood. Woops. He withdrew his fangs immediately and lapped at the wounds until they closed. He sat up and licked his lips as he looked down at the boy. Well it was still a pretty picture, even if the kid looked ready to pass out. He pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned Roxas up, smiling slightly at the soft pleased noises that escaped the blonde, and the shivers of aftershock that ran through his frame, "Shh, little one," he whispered, "This was just a really good dream..." When he finished cleaning the blonde, he put the boy's sleep pants back on him and then wrapped him up warmly in blankets. Once he was bundled up, he leaned over Roxas until their foreheads were touching and caught his eyes before the blonde could drift off, "You'll be sick in the morning," he said softly, "Stay in bed, keep warm, and eat something with a lot of iron." There, that should cover his tracks well enough, "Sweet dreams, Roxas," he added softly as he brushed his lips lightly over the blonde's, "Dream of me." With that done, he slid away and left out the window.

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"Roxas?" there was a pounding noise, "Sora? Oi! Wake up you two! You're not going to get breakfast if you don't get up!"

Roxas shivered and burrowed under his covers. It was cold... and he felt so weak... opening his eyes seemed like a titanic effort, so he left them closed. Now, how to stop the pounding. It was so loud... When it came again, he managed to voice a loud groan, maybe that would suffice.

"I'm coming in," the voice, Olette, said, and the door opened. The next thing Roxas knew, someone was shaking him, "Hey, wake up," the girl said, "Come on, you'll get in trouble if you're late." He ignored her and shivered a bit to try to generate some heat. He had started to drift off again, when he was shaken more frantically, "Roxas!" this time Olette sounded panic, "I can't get Sora to wake up and he's icy cold..." he felt a hand on his forehead, "So are... you..." he heard footsteps hastily run out of the room, accompanied by a frantic scream for help. Well, at least it was quiet again. He had the vague wish that Sora would be alright, but that was the last thought he had before he drifted back off to sleep.