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Roxas sniffled a little at Axel before he pressed his hands to his face over and over. He didn't fully understand why he was crying so much. He just honestly didn't want Axel to leave and not come back. ".. Y-You promise that y-you come back. I-I don't want to not see y-you anymore... I-I really l-like y-you as a friend, A-Axel." Roxas sobbed a little as he tried to control himself. When Axel calmed him down a little by telling him that he wouldn't leave him alone, he sniffled a little and smiled back at Axel. Then he moved closer to him and pressed his face into Axel's shirt as he wrapped his arms around Axel's torso.

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"I like you as a friend, too," Axel said softly, holding him warmly in his arms. "I promise you... I swear on my grandfather's grave I'll come back to see you every day He wants me over here, okay?" He ran his fingers through Roxas's hair comfortingly, kissing the top of his head. He closed his eyes, breathing in Roxas's clean scent. How had this kid overwhelmed him already? Before he got to the apartment that morning, he was definitely straight. Now...he wasn't so sure... It just felt so nice...so amazing to hold the smaller blond in his arms... He honestly wouldn't mind maybe having him all to himself.

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Roxas pulled back after a few minutes. There was a peace that came about him just being held back by the redhead. He could have honestly just sat there forever in the other's arms, but he heard footsteps past the sound of Axel's heartbeat. "He is home...." Roxas mumbled before he seemed to freeze for a moment. He could feel his heart drop as he heard something beyond that.... "There is someone with Him." Roxas breathed before he got up immediately and ran into the kitchen to watch his face from crying. He was able to dry off his face and return to the living room in fast enough to greet the two men as they were coming in. "Oh You're home!"Roxas bleamed, but the happiness didn't seem like the happiness that Roxas had shown Axel earlier. It seemed forced... like something was wrong, but he wasn't allow to think it was wrong.

"Good Afternoon, darling." Ansem greeted him as he walked up to the blonde and kissed his cheek. Roxas smiled, but it still seemed fake. "Who is your friend?" Roxas asked. "He is a business partner of mine, and he is joining us at my mansion tonight for your birthday." Ansem spoke glancing back at the white haired man. Roxas bite his lip slightly and before he could stop himself he commented. "oh... I guess I thought it was just going to be me and you." Roxas mumbled a little before Ansem gave him a look that he knew all too well. The blonde's eyes flashed to the redhead momentarily as he stepped back. "It's my birthday.. please.."He begged as a last resort.... It was already too late though, and before Roxas could move away any farther, Ansem backhanded him into the coffee table. The blonde tried to pick himself off the floor as quickly as he could--it was never a good position to end up in--, but Ansem gave him a good kick to the ribs that indicted that he wasn't suppose to get up yet.

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Axel's nerves jolted seeing Roxas fall back into the table. His fists and jaw clenched in anger, an expression of hatred aimed towards Ansem, but he didn't say anything. If it were just his sake at risk, he would have gone off on him and attacked...but Roxas was on the line here... Roxas couldn't get hurt. He bit his tongue as the small blond was then kicked. He wanted so badly to go and help him stand, but he couldn't. He wanted to tell Ansem off, but he couldn't. Hell, he wanted to just give the blond a hug and tell him it would be alright, but he <******** couldn't. It was so frustrating. He felt so useless, and it made him furious with himself and Ansem and that "business partner" of his that was just standing by as though they were having a nice, tame brunch conversation. And later on, he was probably going to use Roxas for sex and slavery like Ansem did day-to-day. It pissed him off to no end.., but he couldn't. do. anything. Roxas... he silently thought, focus now turned on the blond that was obviously hurt and upset by the abuse. He felt bad for him...and he felt more horrible knowing that he signed up to basically babysit Ansem's slave while he was away... Well...at least he could try to explain to Roxas what real love was...maybe he could get him to understand, even just a little... Maybe he could get him to want to leave that damn apartment...

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There was a dead silence that seemed to spread through the apartment. Ansem was staring down at the blonde. What was really terrifying was that he didn't even look mad. He looked calm as could be. "Apologize. Now." Ansem sharply spoke before Roxas nodded getting up as fast as he could and walking over to the man and pleading for his forgiveness. "He really is as trained as he said he was. It is impressive." The man spoke in a deep, booming voice. Roxas felt tears swell in his eyes slightly. He always liked to believe that Ansem spoke about him to people like his fiancee, not like he was some trained dog. "I think tonight will be much better with you there, now having thought it over." Roxas spoke softly before he felt Ansem's arms come around him. "See was that so hard?"Ansem whispered leaning down and kissing the blonde. The blonde seemed to smile just a little at the gesture, but he still look upset. "Why don't you say goodbye to your friend, and go wait in the limo with my friend. I have to speak with your friend for a few minutes before we can leave." Ansem said, but it was basically a command... and Roxas knew it. "Okay." The blonde replied simply before moving to Axel.

"Goodbye, Axel. I hope I see you again... I really liked having you around today."He said very clearly before hugging Axel. As the blonde hugged the redhead, he took the oppunity to whisper into his ear. "I'm so sorry you had to see that..." The words sounded like Roxas felt bad for doing something wrong... even if to a normal person, he wasn't the person in the wrong. The blonde then gave Axel a fleeting smile as he moved over to the stranger and walked out with. As they were walking out the door, the white haired man put his arms around the blonde possessly. Roxas was so use to the behavior, he just let him do it.

"How did your first day go? I realize that Roxas can be a handful at times, but I think through the years he really has gotten better." Ansem started as his eyes left the blonde leaving and turned to the redhead. His golden eyes seemed calm and collected with a coldness about them. He was truely a business man at heart even.

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Axel frowned as the older man's arm wound its way around Roxas's torso, and the blond just went with it like it was normal. His attention was dragged away from that, though, when he was addressed. "Oh, no, Sir. Roxas was wonderful," he told him with a smile. "He's very sweet and very helpful. And he makes an awesome friend. You're a very lucky man," he told him, voice falling from its happiness slightly towards the end. "He wasn't a handfull at all. We had a very nice time getting to know each other and how everything around here works. I'd definitely like to return to spend some more time with him," he said, smile returning. Axel knew how to put on a show, that's for sure. Mostly what he was thinking was You're such an a*****e. How the hell can you claim to love someone then treat them like s**t like that? You're the ******** piece of s**t! I wish I could punch you in the nuts and Roxas not get penalized for it... ********' douchebag...

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Ansem smiled. "Well I'm glad that you got along. I was thinking that you could come and visit him during the day on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Those are the days that I normally work the lastest on. As per our agreement, until you show me that you can be trusted with a key, you won't be able to leave the apartment until I come back at night, but I think you will do Roxas some real good. I worry about him when he is just alone in this apartment. But just remember while you are here you play by my rules. If you feel Roxas steps out of line while I am not here, I have no probably with you displining him, just keep him out of the hospital damage zone, and he'll be fine. He is a tough kid." Ansem said as he started to move towards the door ushering Axel to follow. "Now remember Axel, under no circumstances are you mention Roxas or this place to anyone. I have friends in very high places, and trust me when I say that I won't be the one burned. Enjoy the rest of your night." Ansem said to the redhead giving him farewell. The man after getting everyone out of the apartment locked the door and started down towards the limo. Inside the limo, the other man now had Roxas in his lap playing with his hair, but other than that, not much could be seen as Ansem climbed in and shut the door back.

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Yeah, you wory that he's brekaing rules...and that wasn't discipline, that was abuse, a*****e... He doesn't need discipline, he needs someone to tell him what's really wrong and right. Nevertheless, Axel smiled and hodded. "I look forward to seeing him," he said, actually meaning what he said this time. He really did enjoy spending time with Roxas. He just wished the blond didn't get the short-end of the stick all the time... He followed Ansem out of the apartment and sighed softly as the older man got in the limo and drove away. An instant frown was on his lips. He walked down to his car and got in, sitting there for a few minutes just staring out of the windshield. Then he picked up his phone and hit speed-dial. "Dem, I'm coming over, like, right now. I need some closure," the redhead said before hanging up and throwing his phone over onto his passenger seat. He then shoved his key in the ignition, turned up the radio, fastened his seatbelt, and drove the ******** out of there.

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Demyx grumbled a little as his hand popped out of the blanket and grabbed the noisy device. He pulled his phone up to his ear as he answered the phone. "...hello?" He mumbled before hearing Axel on the other end before Axel just hanging up on him. "Well. Damn. Hey, you got to go. Axel is having problems, and I haven't told him about us yet. He didn't sound like he was in the mood to get any suprises. I'm sorry." Demyx mumbled a little moving back to the man laying next to him. "That's fine. I'll see you for class tomorrow right?" The man said softly leaning over and kissing Demyx on the lips for a moment. "Oh of course, your class is only lecture course I have that I don't sleep through." Demyx laughed a little smilng up at his professor. "I guess, it's wrong to say, but your class is the only one I enjoy teaching all day long." The man said with a small laugh. "Oh don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I don't mind if teacher's pick favorites as long as I'm the favorite." Demyx teased before planting one last kiss on the man's lips before both of them got up out of the bed.

It probably wasn't the most moral thing to go home after classes and screw your professor, but Demyx was never one for conventional relationships. "Bye, Professor Strife. See you tomorrow." Demyx called out his apartment door as he watched the man head down the stairs waving back to him. The blonde didn't have a bunch of clothing on now, but Axel knew that he despised clothing and would manage. He did cargo shorts on with a loose white button up. The shirt wasn't buttoned up, so you could clearly see his chest, but then again who could complain about that view. As the blonde walked back into his apartment he didn't even bother to lock the door back. He figure it would be better to let Axel just barg right in. Of course, Demyx was preparing for the anger visit as he moved over to the stove and started to warm the water for tea.

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Axel swung into the parking lot a good five minute later, just as Professor Strife was pulling out of it. The redhead thought for a second on why the hell the blond professor was here of all places since he lived a few neighorhoods over, but he quickly forgot as he parked and almost leaped out of his car. He locked it behind hi and ran up the stairs to Demyx's apartment, walking right in the door and then shutting it quickly. He took a deep breath then released it, shoulders slumping as he realized-- he couldn't really tell Demyx anything. He moved over to the couch and slumped down on it, holding his face in his hands. "Dem, I got myself roped into s**t again... deep s**t..," he mumbled miserably groaning loudly.

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Demyx glanced over from his island as he continued to play with the tea bags in the two cups of tea in front of him. "What is is this time? Come on, fiss up, you know you can't keep anything from me." Demyx said softly walking over to his couch now with both cups in hand. He passed one to Axel as he started to sip his own. It was just about the perfect temperature, too. Demyx looked over at Axel's face, and immediately he could tell there was something different about this catastrophe. Demyx knew just by that look on Axel's face, he wasn't the only one in the situation.

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"I can't..." Axel said helplessly. "Demyx, I can't say anything... I'm bound by a contract... my dumbass sefl agreed to s**t before I even knew what really went on.... but I couldn't help it... I couldn't let him suffer there alone... He's so damn skinny, Dem, and He's mistreated and doesn't know the difference between abuse and love... He's so sweet though... I couldn't just leave him there alone..."Axel explained, trying his best to not give any vital information away. "He thinks he's loved by that a*****e, but he not. He's abused and mistreated, and, god, Dem.... I want to see him smile likehe was when it was just me and him there all the time.... I don't even think he knew was faking the smile he had around Him half of the time... I'm the first friend he has had in years..." Axel's eyes were tearing up out of frustration and sorrow for the blond who was probably being molested and used right now and thought it was love, but he couldn't do anything about it... "I feel so useless..." He whispered helplessly.

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Demyx didn't understand at first... Was Axel talking about a real, living, breathing human being? "Axel, we have to call the police, we need to get some official to bring this into the light, if you care about this boy, you need to get him some real help. Contract or not, this man can't possibly be powerful enough to evade justice." Demyx said imagining a little twelve-year-old being molested by a forty-year old man, and then having to spend his nights in some dank cage.