Organization 101

AN: Hope I did this right. >.< Being my first boylove fic and all. We shall see...>.>
Chapter Summary: Axel still has the upperhand...poor Roxas.
Warnings: Kissing, teasing, handjobs, blowjobs... galore.

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Roxas's POV
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Axel was easily distracted, I've learned. And I used this to my advantage. Tonight we had patrol duty and this time, I wasn't going to be the one who would walk away angry.

I don't know why I'm attracted to the older Nobody, I still hate his sarcastic guts at times, still have the urge to smack him with my keyblades, deep down I think there will always be some sort of animosity between us. But...we've been through alot. We've helped each other out on occasions. Kicked each other's asses, and realized we are better being friends than rivals, we were unbeatable together. Fire and Key. Keyblade and Chakram...alright this is beginning to get corny, but you get the grand picture.

Maybe it's just the fact I get pleasure seeing him flustered and frustrated and...Damn, he does look hot when he's angry. You can practically feel the heat radiating off of him when he's angry. Pretty damn hot.

I gleefully suckle on my Sea-Salt Ice Cream, my new fetish. A flavor between salt and sugar, mildly craving my needs. Axel is watching me through the corner of his eye, quickly becoming upset. I can't help the smirk that tugs the corner of my lips, nor can I stop from looking up shyly at him, popping the ice cream out of my mouth and licking my bottom lip where the blue liquid is sliding down. Axel closes his eyes briefly from his spot in the alley as he cleans his chakrams.

Better now than never, I tell myself firmly, crouching down and crushing our lips together, knowing an 'hmph' from the pyro due to his surprise. At first he is oddly still, and I worry for a moment, but soon I feel his gloved hands reach up and grip my shoulders. Hard. Pulling me into his lap, lapping at my mouth as if he were starving for water, his tongue swiping over my lower lip, this action causing me to tremble at the unexpected pleasure that shoots up and down my body when he does this, the feeling amplifying when he tugs my lips open with his tongue, devouring my mouth. God, how can one kiss simply undo me? So much where I'm lost in the sensations that I don't realize his hands are hungrily peeking under my cloak, searching for the buttons and zippers of my clothes.

Does he really think I give in that easily? Come on, I'm going make him work for it. I pulled away reluctantly, immediately missing the warmth, immediately aching for the feeling of his lips on mine, but I resisted and stood up, straightening my clothing and smiling down at him, Axel glares angrily at me in contempt. So cute.

"Brat," he says, shooting daggers at me.

"I think it's safe to say, I won this round," I say evilly, licking the remaining liquid of the ice cream off my hand.

Next time I needed to be more careful, he nearly had me there. Ugh. I'm not so sure if I'll win the next round.


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Axel's POV
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The kid was driving me up the walls; I was quickly losing my sanity. A pyro that is sexual frustrated is a very BAD combination. Unexpected explosions can occur, not to mention Xemnas was beginning to get ticked off how many times I was setting rooms on fire. I can't help it; sometimes my fire can be uncontrollable. Somebody seriously needs to put that kid on lock down. He's not only driving me bonkers but everybody else too, twirling his keyblades in his hands, strutting as if he owns the castle or some shit like that. Xemnas allows him to do so, of course.

I angrily cut into my freshly made steak that I made myself. Yes, I cook. Quite easy when the fire is easily accessible. Demyx is sited beside me, his mouth watering, twinking with his guitar. I glare heatedly at him, scooting over further. "MINE. Back off."

He mumbles something, I don't bother to care. Luxord is across the room indulging in a game of cards with Larxene and from the sounds of it, is poorly losing. I've only played the man's game once, never again.

The castle is in mayhem really. Members roaming around and causing trouble. I found the fifth stink bomb in the restroom. Honestly, how old are we all again? The kid doesn't count; I can't picture Roxas doing that. But I can picture the sitar player next me doing that. Idiot.

I am surrounded by IDIOTS.

After finishing my meal, I decided I should probably call it a night. Too much mayhem and idiots in the castle. Strange, Xemnas usually has most of us on his pointless missions, and I believe for the first time in a long time--all thirteen members were inside the castle. No wonder I was losing my sanity. Living with twelve other people was fucking insane.

Most groups would have a nice dinner together, play strip poker. But I think Xemnas gave up a long time ago trying to get us to 'bond'. Half of us ended up in our underwear...anyway...Onward--

I opened the door to my pathetic bedroom. Nothing much in there, besides a table, chair, and a twin size bed (Xemnas is the only one with a queen size bed. Bastard). Not even a window, not that it really mattered--nothing to see outside but streets and darkness. But what is interesting about my bedroom, is the Nobody who is currently in my bed, snoozing.

What the fuck? The kid's bedroom is way down the hall from my mine. If he had planned to seduce me, falling asleep before I got here wasn't smart of him.

Scratch that, it was BRILLIANT of him; this gave me the upperhand I needed.

I inched closer to the edge of my bed, unable to resist staring down at the kid. His face buried in my pillow, his hair still sticking up in spikes, (did his hair ever lay flat?) his mouth slightly opened as he breathed steadily, sprawled on my bed comfortably.

He was...adorable when he was asleep. And fuck, he looked so young. His face not drawn into a scowl or a frown, his features relaxed and peaceful. I nearly felt bad for what I was about to do. NEARLY. Remember I don't have a heart so I never feel any guilt. Nope, never.

I easily found out one his weak spots the other day, so typical. His ears. I debated if his neck would be just as sensitive. Mmm, let's find out, shall we? I quietly lay down beside him, very cramped if I do so myself, I nearly forgotten how annoying it is to fit two people on a twin bed, but the kid is tiny...so it wasn't too bad. Especially when I brushed against him, and he let out a little mumble. I instantly stilled, not breathing.

And then he did it again. I...urgh...

Without warning, he slung his arm over my waist and it slide down to my hip, very close to the zipper of my pants.

Alright. Onto to plan B. Even when the kid was asleep, he was molesting me. I pushed him gently, and he mumbled something and turned over to his other side, his back to me. Perfect. Better than what I hoped. I wanted him on his back...but this could work too. I spooned him close to me, and firmly placed my lips on his exposed neck, and did an experimental nibble, earning a mewl from the boy. I contained my chuckle at his rather adorable reaction and continued to trail kisses along his neck, open-mouthed kisses with an occasional bite, scraping my teeth very gently over his skin, and he mewled again, this time rubbing himself against me, his hands clenching the pillow underneath him as he continued to slumber.

With his moans to encourage me, I splayed my hand on his hip, squeezing gently, urging him to scoot close to me, the proximity still not close enough. I was fucking molesting the kid in his sleep, and I didn't care if that might be morally wrong. Since when did I have them?

It's HIS fault really, being so down right sexy with his little moans and whimpers, how could anyone possibly resist him?

Then he did something I was not expecting, something that totally shocked me.

He moaned my name. "Axel..."

I nearly lost it right then and there.

And I was so distracted by the kid's reaction; I nearly missed the opportunity to see the kid open his sapphire eyes and turn to look over his shoulder at me, smirking. Nearly. It brought me quickly out of my stupor.

I growled, forcing him to face me and gripping both his wrists in my hands, forcing them above his head. He struggled against my hold, but I tightened my grip, receiving a glare.

"You were fucking awake the whole time?" I hissed, disbelief written on my features.

He nodded slyly, his sapphire eyes winking with mischief. He was silently laughing at ME. How dare the little brat--

I gripped the back of his head with both hands, fusing our lips together, so hard that our teeth clicked together, eliciting a moan from both of us at the pain and pleasure. I fully expected him to slug me or kick me away, but no, quite the opposite in fact---he tugged at my shirt after successfully managing to get out of my hold, eagerly reaching for the hem of my shirt. I smiled against our crushed lips, pulling away and examining his face.

Well then, if the kid was willing, I was happy to oblige. Judging from his lust-filled glaze, he wasn't going to object to what I was planning on doing next. I hastily undid his jeans, feeling the kid tense up when I did so. But I easily distracted him by pulling him into another heated kiss, while I reached inside his unbuttoned pants and wrapped my hand around his length, earning a high-pitched yelp from him.

"A-axel..." he mumbled, his eyes squeezed shut, his hips bucking forward towards my hand as I worked him at a tantalizing slow pace that I knew had to be torture for the kid. Heh. I'm an evil bastard, thank you.

Struggling him struggle to find the words was amusing to say the least. I could tell he didn't want to admit defeat, because he knew once he voiced what he wanted, I would win this round.

"Please..." he finally asked, his voice clipped, blinking his eyes wearily open, biting on his lower lip. I could see the beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, his face flushed, lips red from all the hard kisses. And fuck, he looked so...fuckable. Was this word even in the dictionary? Well if it isn't, it would be soon.

"Please what?" I asked sweetly, unable to resist leaning closely, lewdly swiping my tongue along his lower lip.

"Fucking hell..." he mumbled, "I want to come. If you're not going to do, I am."

I smirked. "Only if I watch."

He closed his eyes. "Just fucking do it. I'll do whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" I asked silkily, squeezing his hardness to add emphasis.

He mewled, bucking his hips upward. "Yes."

How could I turn down an opportunity like this? So many scenarios ran through my mind, but right now I had my end of the bargain to uphold. I quickened my pace, whimpers and grunts falling from his lips, his hand reached up and gripped my shoulder. Hard. As if holding me would help him come to his completion. Mmm, first sign that this kid was a clinger in the sack. I'm usually not one to giving handjobs, I'm more experienced in receiving them, but I have to admit it, this position is pretty empowering. Having a person wanton in your arms, responding to your every action, letting you do whatever you want. And the kid was pretty damn responsive; his moans growing louder with each growing second as he neared his climax, making me grow painfully hard.

"I--" he tried to say, but I easily understood his meaning, hungrily leaning down to nip at his neck as he came, his come spilling onto my hand and dribbling down onto his pants. The kid fixed me a satisfied smile, and I playfully wiped his juices on his shirt. His smile turned into a scowl. Shame, the kid looked rather innocent when he smiled, minus the come on his shirt. Heh.

"I figure I'll let you remember this moment next time you do laundry," I said, smirking, reaching up and ruffling his hair. "Brat."

He frowned deeply. "Manipulator. You knew that I wouldn't--"

"Ah, well, it's kinda hard to resist me? Eh?" I said cheekily, "Such an eager little thing."

He frowned, "So I take it you want me to return the favor now?"

Mmm. The kid sure did know how to read my mind.

"That be nice, before I got blue balls," I said, settling down on the bed, wondering how Roxas would handle this. Mmm, would he be hesitant or eager? Hard to tell.

I opened an eye, still waiting. "It's not going to blow itself."

He whacked me on the head, not too hard. Thank God it wasn't a keyblade; I still have the bruise from that fatal day--
But this was much better than getting my ass kicked. I amusingly watched him struggle with the buttons of my pants, his nimble fingers working eagerly. So, the kid could tease and talk shit, but he couldn't walk the walk. Figures. At this rate, I would be twenty-two...

"Alright kid," I said, sitting up and taking one of his hands, "I know it's not hard to undo someone else's pants. You're just thinking too hard."

He glared. "Shut up."

I gave up and sunk back onto my bed, and Roxas successfully managed to undo the buttons and zipper, his hand dipping past the elastic of my boxers and curling a hand around my painfully hard length. I hissed when his cold fingers touched me, almost coming on the spot. Eventually the kid got the hang of it, his hand pumping my length at the same pace I used on him, his thumb brushing against the head, making me moan loudly. He must've really enjoyed that reaction because he repeated the action, this time making me thrust my hips upward.

I glanced down as he scooted lower on the bed, his blonde locks covering his face as he leaned down and took the head of my cock into his moist mouth, and I moaned uncontrollably at the feeling, reaching down to bury my fingers in his hair, shuddering. His gentle sucking was almost too much, much too slow. Grrr...

But he quickly caught on, bopping his head up and down on my lap at a faster pace, until I was a mass of melting bones on the bed, my grip on his hair tightening. God, the kid was much too good at this, I thought numbly as his teeth very gently scrapped against the head of my cock, blinding pleasure overwhelming me.

I tugged at his hair in warning when I felt the familiar feeling in my stomach. "I'm gonna--"

He briefly glanced up, his sapphire eyes momentarily looking into my green ones, which was very hot. When the person who was pleasuring you looked at you as they had your cock in your mouth. Nnnngh...

With a grunt I came into his mouth, and he tried to swallow it, but failed, a dribble of my come on his chin. I smirked, fondly reaching down to smear it off, pulling him back up to kiss him, tasting myself in the kiss.

It was a very interesting position when he pulled back, him sitting on my abdomen, so our crotches touched. Mmm, shame it didn't last long because he quickly pulled himself off of my lap, straightening his pants up, a blush tinting his cheeks. I don't think I've ever witnessed the blonde embarrassed before. I don't see why he would be embarrassed now, considering what we just did, but the kid was a virgin.

Mmmm. Was this good? The last virgin I was with become scarily CLINGY. Even till this day...*shudder*

But I guess not, I thought wearily, watching Roxas depart. He wasn't the snuggle type, that was for sure. Mmm, why do I feel disappointment? Maybe it's from too many blows to the head.


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AN: First off, it's going to take me awhile longer to get the next chappie up due to...family problems. Gotta love families. >.< Next chapter--More pointless missions. Roxas finally gets the upperhand, and Axel begs. Till then. Ta Ta. And review and tell me what you think! Thanks kupos! =D