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It's All Fun And Games	By : angrymuffin Category: Kingdom Hearts > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 939 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Heart or any of the characters from it. I am not profiting from writing this story.

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I just want to quickly say that this story is originally from FFN, but due to the reinforcing of no MA content, I figured it might be a good idea to put it on here too. I'll be leaving it up on FFN unless it gets taken down, but this is probably where I'll be putting all of my stories that contain MA content. With that said, a quick shoutout to my wonderful beta Kunoichi21 from FFN. She's been on some massive long rides for this story and she's helped me out with many, many others. I'm slowly getting better with my writing, but I still have a long way to go yet.

All of the warnings should be up...so that should be it.

Enjoy!

Roxas raced down the long hallway of his house nearly colliding with a bookshelf and tripping over a vase of flowers, but swerved away just in time. He could hear heavy footsteps getting closer and dared to look over his shoulder, his heart skipping a beat when he spotted his pursuer making his way up the stairs. A whimper rose in his throat and he scrambled for his room which was just a few feet away. All he had to do was get inside and lock the door, and then he’d be safe. But just as his hand reached for the doorknob, his ankle was grabbed, and with a scream he crashed to the floor, getting the wind knocked out of him. As he coughed and wheezed in an attempt to regain his breath, he heard an amused chuckle coming from somewhere behind him and then the weight of a body, holding down his own. His eyes widened and he struggled weakly trying to crawl out from beneath the man, fingers clawing at the carpet. He felt the man shift above him and closed his eyes as hot breath tickled his neck and ear.

“I told you not to run…” The man chuckled. His voice was deep and husky, and full of lust. He ran a hand down Roxas’s side, the other holding tightly to one of his wrists.

Roxas closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening to him. “J-just let me go…”

The man scoffed, and to Roxas’s surprise, got off him, only to roll him over on to his back, and straddle his waist, pinning his wrists to the floor. He gazed down at Roxas’s confused face. “Don’t tell me you actually thought I was letting you go…”

Roxas turned his head to the side. How could he have been so stupid? It was obvious what this guy wanted and a little begging wasn’t going to stop him from getting it.

The man stared at him for a minute then tilted his head back, laughing obnoxiously. “Tell me something kid. Why would I bother pretending to deliver pizza and then force my way inside and chase after you if all I’m going to do is let you go?”

“I…I don’t know… I just thought…”

“If I wanted pussy, I’d have gone after the girl next door. But it just so happens, blond hair and blue eyes turn me on…so congratulations kid, consider yourself fucked.”

Could he be any lamer? Roxas sighed, and then remembered he was supposed be scared and fighting against this man to get away. If only he had a weapon of some sort—like when the man cornered Roxas in the kitchen and he hit him upside the head with a frying pan. Wait a second… He frowned, hit by a sudden realization. “Please tell me you did not just refer to Kairi…ugh…there’s an image I’ll never get out of my head…”

“Huh?” The man was stunned for a second, trying to figure out what Roxas was talking about, then he heaved a sigh and released Roxas’s wrists. “Aw Rox...you were doing so well this time…I was just about to drag you to the bedroom.”

Roxas rolled his eyes and sat up. “Well if you didn’t say stuff like getting pussy from the girl next door…who just so happens to be Kairi then maybe we’d actually make it to the bedroom where you could finally rape me and we could actually finish this game. Why we keep trying, I don’t even know.” He got to his feet and walked inside his room, the man following close behind, head down, shoulders slumped.

“Because it’s hot and kinky, and you love me?”

Roxas stopped and looked over his shoulder, shaking his head with a small grin. “I don’t love you that much. You’re a pretty lame rapist, Axel.”

“And I suppose you think you’re the perfect victim.” Axel leaned against the door while Roxas sat down on the bed.
He lifted his head and gave him a flat look. “Oh so now there are classifications as to how a rape victim should act?” He knew his boyfriend could be stupid sometimes, but this...was just ludicrous.

Axel frowned and made his way over to the bed, sitting down next to him. “I didn’t say that.”

“May as well have,” Roxas muttered, crossing him arms and looking away from him.

Axel sighed and wrapped an arm around Roxas’s waist and cupped a hand beneath his chin, trying to get him to look at him. “I’m only saying that you weren’t fighting back that much.”

“Well…” Roxas moved Axel’s hand and turned his body to look at him better. “I guess I just don’t want to hurt you, pretty stupid huh?”
Axel shook his head, chuckling softly as he pulled Roxas onto his lap, holding both of the blond’s hands. “There’s no way you could hurt me, Rox. Besides, it’s all in good fun. You can’t tell me you didn’t get a hard on from all that.”
Roxas blushed and looked to his right, trying to hide the pink hue to his cheeks. “Oh shut up. Look, if it means all that much to you, I guess we could try again. But I don’t really feel like running through the house so let’s just continue from here, ok?”

“Dually noted.”

“Good.”

Axel smirked and pushed Roxas down on to his back, grinning manically as he climbed on top of him. Roxas glanced over at the window to make sure it was closed before he let out a scream for help and struggled to get Axel off. His wrists were grabbed roughly, and held above his head. He winced a little, thrashing his head from side to side, and kicking his legs. Axel lowered his head to lick at Roxas’s exposed neck, effectively making the blond’s body shudder from pretend fear, and very apparent arousal. As Axel kissed and sucked at the skin, which was sure to leave marks for the morning, he found it very difficult to continue his role as a helpless victim, but managed to shake off the daze Axel’s talented tongue and mouth put him in and twisted and squirmed, managing to thrust a leg upward just as Axel’s other hand grabbed his crotch. It was only after the redhead’s grip on him loosened that Roxas realized maybe he shouldn’t have done that.

Axel let out a pained groan and rolled to his side, hands clutching his throbbing genitals. Roxas bolted up and crawled over to him, looking him over with a mixture of guilt and concern showing on his face.

“Aw man, Axel, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to!”

The only response he got was a soft whimper and Axel curling into a tighter ball, tears leaking from his eyes. Roxas sucked in a breath, worrying his bottom lip as his brain tried to process just what he should do. This wasn’t the first time he kneed Axel, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but for once, he hadn’t meant to do it! Finally his brain got the message that Axel was hurt and that he needed to do something about it.

“Ice! I’ll go get some ice, alright Axel? I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere!” He added as he jumped off the bed and ran for the door, only realizing afterward how stupid that was since Axel obviously couldn’t go anywhere in his condition. He made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen as quickly as he could, grabbing a sandwich bag from the drawer and loading it up with ice from the freezer. Just as he was reaching for the ice tray so he could refill it, he felt an arm encircle his waist and pull him close to a warm, hard body. His blood went as cold as the bag of ice he was holding as a knife was pressed to his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed.

“If you scream, I’ll slit your throat.” The voice was deep and rough, and it struck a chord of familiarity, but was muffled so Roxas couldn’t place it.

“I-I won’t…” He whispered, voice and body shaking.

“Good.”

For what felt like an eternity, Roxas stood stock still, listening to the sound of breathing, his captor’s low and husky, and his own fast and shallow. But then a new sound made it to his ears, it was the unmistakable noise of rustling fabric. His eyes shot open and he tensed up, wondering if he could get away with a quick scream for Axel, but knew it would be stupid especially with the knife still pressed to his throat. Suddenly everything went dark as a strip of black covered his eyes, and was tied behind his head. His throat tightened, pulse quickening and heart beating faster.

“P-please…let me go…”

The knife was removed, but his hair was grabbed roughly. He yelped and closed his eyes tightly as his head was yanked back.

“Did I say you could speak?” The man growled, and Roxas quickly shook his head, tears burning the corners of his eyes. “That’s what I thought.”

He grabbed Roxas’s hands and crossed them as he set to work on tying them together, giving the rope a good hard tug to make sure there was no chance of him breaking free. Roxas heard a creak from somewhere in the house then footsteps approaching and instinctively turned his head even though he couldn’t see anything. Suddenly the grip on him loosened, but he knew better to assume the guy was letting him go. It wasn’t like his and Axel’s games this time. This time…it was the real thing. He was released completely now, but before he could even wonder what the man would do next, the hands were back, one gripping his upper arm with a surprising gentleness that confused Roxas, until he felt something cutting into his shirt, the material making a loud ripping noise. The tears that he tried so hard to hold back soaked into the blindfold and he bit his lip to hold back a sob. Would that even count as speaking? He didn’t know, but he sure as hell didn’t want to find out.

Cold air hit his exposed upper half making him shiver, and the fact that he couldn’t cover himself with his arms only made the situation even more terrifying. He was beginning to realize that he was completely helpless, forced to stand there in silence as a warm hand trailed down his chest, long fingers brushing over his hardening nipples. He tilted his head back, biting his lip so hard it started to bleed. The hand went lower, ghosting over his abdomen and down across the light hairs that disappeared into the confines of his jeans. The hand took its time undoing them, cupping him gently between the legs as it popped the button, then slowly slid the zipper down.

“S-stop…” His voice cracked from fear and anxiety of what he knew would come next, regardless of how much he begged and pleaded. “Please…I don’t want this…j-just leave me alone.”

There was a long silence that followed, as though his captor was actually considering this, but then his jeans and boxers were pulled down and nothing could stop the sob that escaped. He shivered, feeling cold and scared, and very, very exposed. But then a hot mouth engulfed his flaccid penis and despite his fear he gasped and bucked his hips, a shaky moan escaping his lips. He hated this, he hated it so much, but at the same it felt so good, and there was something safe about it, something familiar.
The man started sucking now, bobbing his head slightly and humming, the vibrations from the noise sending shivers down his spine and ripping another unwilling moan from his trembling lips. A hand wrapped around the base of his penis, while the other gently cupped his balls, kneading and squeezing them. Tears continued to soak into the thick material that concealed his eyes from everything that was going on, as the most humiliating thing happened. He was getting hard. He could no longer hold back the pleasured moans, the demands for more as he bucked into that warm, moist, talented mouth. Teeth scraped against the sensitive skin of his penis, the hand that was fondling his balls stopped, and moved to grip the base of his penis as his captor pulled back, giving the head extra special attention. His breath caught in his throat as the mouth suckled on him like he was a lollipop.

Roxas knew if the man kept this up, it wouldn’t be long before he came, and that there would be no end to the shame and guilt Roxas would feel. Not only would he be giving in to what this man wanted, but he’d also be cheating on Axel in a sort of roundabout way, and there was just no way he’d be able to deal with that.

But the outcome was inevitable, and after a few more sucks to the head, the man took him completely back into his mouth, running his tongue along the underside of his penis drawing a loud, shuddering moan from him as he released his seed into the man’s mouth. The man swallowed every single drop and with one last lick, slipped the once more flaccid penis out of his mouth and rose to his feet. He pulled Roxas into a deep, yet strangely passionate kiss, which Roxas turned away from, disgusted with himself and with the bitter taste of his own seed drifting across his taste buds. There was a heavy sigh from somewhere behind him and then he heard an extremely familiar voice, clear as day.

“I don’t think you should go any further Axel.”

Time stopped for a fraction of a second as Roxas identified that voice as Lea, Axel’s brother, and then his shocked brain realized Lea was talking to Axel…who was…

He collapsed to the floor on his knees, legs splayed out slightly, feeling as though he was dreaming as he stared blankly into the pitch black of the blindfold. Saliva gathered in his mouth and he swallowed thickly, breathing slow and even. He hung his head, feeling a whirlwind of emotions assault him. All this time he thought he was getting sexually assaulted by some random serial rapist that broke into his house…when it was Axel…and Lea…and…

“I hate you guys so fucking much!” He yelled, voice cracking as a sob accompanied the last word. His shoulders shook as all his fear he felt, along with the relief, and now anger poured from him in a relentless torrent of tears. Strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him against the hard, well muscled chest that he knew so well. He felt lips pressing to his cheek, and a hand brushing away the tears.

“Shh..it’s alright…I’m sorry, Rox. I shouldn’t have done it.” Axel’s voice was soft and soothing, but it did nothing to calm Roxas’s confusion and anger.

“Untie me! Untie me now!”

“Alright, calm down. I’m untying you.”
Axel glanced at Lea who just shook his head and crossed his arms. Axel sighed and set to work undoing the knots that Lea tied and part of him feared for his life as the ropes fell away and Roxas’s hands were freed.
The first thing Roxas did was reach up and untie the blindfold, throwing the black cloth to the floor. As soon as he was able to see again he balled his hand into a fist and punched Axel as hard as he could in the face. The force of the blow made Axel fall to the side, but he threw out a hand and caught his balance. He straightened up and lifted a hand to his face, wincing from the overwhelming pain and blinking away burning tears that swirled in his eyes, blurring his vision. He blinked a couple of times until he could see properly and reached out to pull Roxas into a hug, but Roxas wouldn’t have it.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” He all but screamed, swatting Axel’s hand away roughly, his fingernails scratching the back of Axel’s hand. He scrambled backward, glaring up at Axel with fear and contempt.
Axel drew his hand back with a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. “I fucked up, didn’t I?”

“Why the fuck would you do that?! I thought you were fucking hurt! I came downstairs to get some ice for you and you—“ Roxas stopped, teeth clenched, a sob wracking his body.
Axel looked up hoping to get some help from his brother, but he was surprised to see Lea was no longer there. He didn’t even hear him leave. He rubbed a hand over his throbbing face, instantly regretting it, and crawled over to Roxas who had backed himself into the sink cupboard. He had his knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them, and face buried into his arms. Soft whimpers and heartbreaking sobs and quick intakes of breath made Axel almost break down into tears as well. He succeeded in fucking up their relationship and breaking Roxas beyond repair.

“I am so sorry, Rox…”
He tried once more to pull Roxas into his arms, but Roxas stiffened and shirked away.

“Go away!”

Roxas started to get to his feet, ignoring Axel’s shout of, “Rox, your pants!” He took a couple of shaky steps forward, but his pants, which were still down around his ankles, tripped him and sent him crashing face first to the floor. He lay there for a moment staring at table legs then slowly pushed himself to his knees, and using the table for support, stood back up. Almost mechanically he leaned down and pulled up jeans and boxers, and made his way to the stairs. Once he reached them he stopped and turned to look at Axel who was still sitting against the sink cupboard.
“All along…” He started, tears running down his cheeks. Axel looked up. “You had this planned all along…didn’t you?”

“Rox—“

“Answer me!”
“…Yes.” Axel lowered his head, feeling like a complete dick.

Roxas swallowed hard, closing his eyes briefly then took a deep breath. “I want you out.”
Axel’s head snapped up, eyes widening in disbelief. “What? Roxas, no! I’m sorry, babe! I won’t do it again!”

“That’s not the point, Axel!” Roxas yelled. “You fucking took advantage of me! You played with my emotions! You made me think you were still upstairs and that some stranger broke in and was…was…” He leaned against the banister, suddenly overcome by an immense wave of fatigue. “Forget it. Just…just get out.”

Axel knew there was nothing for him to say, nothing Roxas would listen to, and honestly he didn’t blame him. He got to his feet, walking out of the kitchen, eyes on Roxas the whole time. He felt his heart break as he saw a flash of fear in those beautiful crystalline blue eyes and it only broke even more as Roxas nearly tripped over the steps in his haste to get away. How could he ruin such an amazing relationship for some stupid fantasy? He doubted Roxas would ever trust him again, let alone speak to him.

Roxas glared down at him. “Why are you still here? I told you leave.”

“I just want you to know I love you.” Axel replied softly.
Roxas scoffed. “Yeah, it shows. Now get the fuck out before I castrate you.”
Axel held up his hands in surrender, backing away slowly, knowing Roxas was dead serious. “I’m sorry…”

“GET OUT!” Roxas reached up, grabbing a framed picture of the two of them sitting on a porch swing about to kiss. He chucked it as hard as he could at Axel, who saw it coming and ducked quickly covering his head with his arms. The picture hit the wall and glass shattered all over the floor, the picture frame snapped in two.
Axel released a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding and slowly uncovered his head, glancing down at the thousands of pieces glass littering the floor then up the stairs at Roxas. He was crying again, sitting on the third step, eyes closed and head leaning against the banister. It was like he just completely gave up. Axel longed to go to him, pull him into his arms and tell him everything was alright, but he knew that would only end in pain for him, and more frustration for Roxas. The best thing he could do was leave, give Roxas his space and hope he came around.

“See you later, Roxy…” He sighed and finally walked out, shutting the door gently behind him.
Once he was gone Roxas forced himself to his feet and walked up the rest of the stairs as though he was drunk, his eyes staring ahead, mind replaying everything that happened. He made it the top and wrapped his arms around his body, just remembering he didn’t have a shirt on and that it was back in the kitchen all ripped up. He shivered and staggered down the hall to the bedroom where he collapsed on the bed and shoved his face into a pillow—Axel’s pillow. He snarled and flung it away from him as hard as he could. It hit the top of the window and knocked the curtains off balance, but he didn’t care. He had so many questions on his mind. Why would Axel do such a thing? Why would he make him think he was actually going to be raped? Was it some sick fantasy he had ever since they met?

He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes. There was no way he would let Axel hold and kiss him, or touch him ever again. Roxas doubted he’d ever forget that horrible feeling of being completely helpless while he was kissed and touched and completely humiliated. He didn’t mind a little kink in their lives now and then, but with the stunt Axel pulled, he crossed the line.

It’s all fun and games…until someone gets hurt.
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