chapter one: competition and humiliation

no one payed much attention to me when i came into the bar, new or not, i figured, from what i heard, this is the one place i wouldn't be noticed in a smalltown like floweridge, it took a moment for the bartender to come around,

the minute he walked into my bar i knew he was trouble, i could tell, damn bright red hair, but...he did't seem like he wanted to cause a scene "can i get something for you...?" "is it natural for a bartender to ask for a customers name? the names, axel, got it memorized?" "well, in my bar, yeah, i like to keep tabs on people, after all, i am the most popular stalker in town! joking, joking, what do you want, you just moved here, first three rounds are on the house" he didn't seem so bad, vodka martini on the rox, i mean, rocks, sorry, but when he asked to put bourbon and scotch in it... "you sure, thats not gonna sit well?" "all the better to dance with" so thats what it was, the trouble i mean... "oh, a good dancer?" "the best" i couldn't help it, i began to laugh, and so did some of the guys around him

why did they all think that was funny? "oh, the best, huh? sure, you just moved here, hotshot-" "axel" "axel, but trust me, here, i know someone who dances better than the best." "oh, really, who" i couldn't help but notice, that even for a gay guy, this girl was hot...short silver hair, dazzling green eyes, and a bust to kill. "hm. really...who" "you wanna challenge him? he'll be here soon" "Fira, it's not nice to play dirty like that, this guy" "AXEL" i stressed "axel" the silver haired man corrected "doesn't know what he's up against..." "oh, really, so he's good?" "better than you, thats for sure..." a voice, soft, confident, sounded from behind me. i turned, and behind me was the most fucking gorgeous angel i had ever seen, blond tossled hair, blue eyes more striking than lightening "hey, got competition" 'rox' didn't look impressed, in fact he looked to me like he was desprete for someone to give him a good time, or at least a decent challenge...


heavy air..."so whats your name?" roxas asked the taller man "axel, how old are you?" axel could immedeatly tell his question had angered the angel, "you wanna dance or not!?" axel almost flinched "yeah" "so roxie-" "don't call me that, fira, dammit, how many times have i said that" fira could tell it hadn't been roxas's day "sorry, rough day?"
roxas nodded "lets see...should i do your song?" roxas smiled "yeah." fira broke into a wild smile "marly, dem, cover for me and Vix, we're goin' on stage" fira shouted into the back, fira made what seemed to be a five second outfit change, short white skirt, skittish silver tank top and non-attached white loose sleeves

I know I may be young, but I've got feelings too.
And I need to do what I feel like doing.
So let me go and just listen.

roxas was out on the floor faster than axel could get up, at first roxas was still,

All you people look at me like I'm a little girl.
Well did you ever think it be okay for me to step into this world.

axel was good with responding, however his thoughts were elsewhere, he didn't know how to do a dance off, only how to dance with another person, 'gay, he has to be, he's avoiding any and all physical contact' roxas shook his head, this damn idiot wouldn't touch him, just cause he was un-aware that there wasn't a single straight person in town, cept for fira...she was bi...but thats off topic, roxas pushed himself closer, and grimaced "you're just like all the others" axel blinked, and couldn't help but be suprized when roxas suddenly dropped to the ground, twisting his hips on the way up "what" axel mummbled, sort-a-kinda doing the ramba to keep away from the blond "you think i don't belong here, you think i'm too young"

Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOA)
Get it get it, get it get it (WHOOOOOA) (Do you like it)
Get it get it, get it get it (OOOHHHH) (This feels good)

roxas was persistant, his first competition in so long, he had potential, axel. but he wasn't going to win playing keep away, "don't you know how to dance with a partner?" roxas snided, placing axels hands on his slender hips.

I know I may come off quiet, I may come off shy.
But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy.

grinding their hips together, he and axel dropped and rocked with beat

What's practical is logical. What the hell, who cares?
All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancing there

roxas arms around the red heads neck

I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave for you. I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it

roxas couldn't believe it, one dance, and he was sure he was head over heels

Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(I just wanna dance next to you)
To another time and place.
Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(Are you ready)
Leaving behind my name, my age.
(Lets go)

it was too much, and axel lost his pace, rythm, and his pride and stumbled off the dance floor, roxas eyes swivled to find him, but he was already out the door, 'you're right, roxie, you don't belong ARE too young..."

roxas was humiliated, and so was axel, no one had ever walked out of a dance from him, and marluxia's teasing him about it wasn't helping...roxas couldn't help but remember the other mans eyes, livid and passionate, scared and withdrawn...he didn't want to frighten roxas, maybe he came off too strong...roxas knew what he liked, and axel was now on his 'to do list' "this doesn't end here, axel, no one makes a fool of me on the dance floor..."