You Taste Like...

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/ideas/plots from Kingdom Hearts (or any of its affiliated companies) and I am making no monetary gains off this story.


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The sun had only just set beyond the horizon but the Sexy Halloween party was already in full swing.

As they emerged from the back hall Roxas was surprised to see so many people could fit into the lobby. Not that it was a small lobby by any means, but he never expected it to get so full so fast.

Most of the lights were turned off and the black lights scattered along the ceiling illuminated everything in an eerie purple glow. There were also strobe lights and those colourful lasers flashing all around. Roxas felt a little proud of himself as he looked at all the decorations. They looked pretty damn cool. As for the music, techno was pouring out the speakers and seemed a little out of place since no one was dancing.

Roxas followed his fireman to the make shift bar and Axel grabbed them another drink. He had to admit, he was already feeling light headed from the first drink Demyx gave him, but since it was a party he assumed another wouldn’t hurt.

They then made their way into the crowd, Axel mingling and chatting with any one he knew. Roxas noticed a few people give him odd looks for walking around in a long trench coat, but he paid them no mind. He mostly kept quiet, observing, as he sipped on his drink. Vaguely he wondered when Sora and Riku where going to get there.

Axel hadn’t been kidding when he said it was going to be a ‘sexy’ party. Most of the guys were walking around shirtless and most women were on the verge of revealing everything. He would have fit right in in his cop costume.

So far Roxas had to admit the party seemed pretty tame. Most people were just talking amongst themselves, showing off their ink or piercings.

As they made their way towards the front of the room, a flash of white caught Roxas’ eyes. Turning his head he spotted a familiar head of messy brown hair. “Let’s go say hi to my brother,” Roxas stated quickly, lightly pulling on Axel’s hand.

Approaching the brunette in white, Roxas reached out and grabbed his arm, “Sora!”

Turning, Sora’s eyes light up as he saw his brother. “Roxas! I’m so glad you actually came!” Sora practically yelled, obviously surprised. Rushing forward the small brunette hugged his brother tightly. “Do you like my costume? I’m an angel!” Sora giggled as he let go of Roxas and spread his arms, letting Roxas take in his full costume.

Looking at his brother, Roxas was relieved to see his brother dressed conservatively. He was wearing white board shorts, a white button up shirt and had a small set of wings attached to his back. “I guess so… it’s very white,” Roxas replied simply.

A laugh to his left alerted Roxas to Riku’s presence. Ah yes, the bad influence. Well, maybe he wasn’t so bad since he hadn’t made Sora dress up in a sexy cop costume. Riku on the other hand was dressed in a conservative sexy way, if that even exists. Roxas supposed he was supposed to be royalty or something since he was dressed in an intricately detailed blazer that hung open revealing his smooth chest and a pair of tight leather pants. He had a weighty silver chain hanging around his neck and numerous rings on his fingers. All he needed was a pretty tiara and he could’ve been a princess, Roxas thought with a smile.

“How are you Riku?” Axel asked, pulling the other man into a conversation.

“What are you supposed to be, Roxas?” Sora asked, stepping closer to his brother.

Looking down at the trench coat, Roxas racked his brain trying to think of something. He didn’t want his brother to see the sexy cop costume underneath, that would be mortifying, but he also didn’t know what to call his current ‘costume’. “A black hole?” he lied slowly, unsurely.

Sora gave him a weird look. “You need to be more cheery, Roxas,” he stated solemnly before breaking out in a grin. “You should have let me pick you a costume!”

Roxas let out a mental sigh as Sora continued blabbing on about something or another. To be honest Roxas couldn’t care less what he was saying, probably wasn’t even relevant anyways. Taking a large gulp of his drink, Roxas let his eyes wander around the room. Axel and Riku seemed to be talking about new tattoos they wanted to get, or something, since they were pointing to blank sections on their skin. Some people had started dancing in front of the DJ, red cups still in their hands. He noticed Demyx and another guy from The Organization, Marluxia, if Roxas remembered correctly, were standing behind the make shift bar, twirling bottles as they made drinks for the partygoers.

Turning back to face his brother, it took Roxas a moment to actually focus on Sora. Blinking a couple times, Roxas looked down at his drink. Wow, he was almost finished this one as well. He was really feeling it, which was surprising. Now, Roxas wasn’t big drinker, but he was known to be able to hold his liquor. And yet now, not even two full drinks and he could barely see straight. Weird.

Focusing his eyes back on his brother, Roxas mentally told himself that he was done drinking for the rest of the night, besides water. It wouldn’t be cool if he did something stupid in front of Axel because he was too drunk.

As he tried to continue pretending to listen to Sora, Roxas felt his skin start to burn up. It was getting really hot in the shop with all these people around. Lifting his hand up, Roxas pulled on the zipper for the coat, bringing it down a little, but that did little to help the situation. Lifting his glass to his lips Roxas drank the rest of his drink, but the cool liquid did not provide much refuge.

By this time Axel and Riku had rejoined the conversation Sora was currently having by himself. Axel watched Roxas out of the corner of his eye and seemed to notice the blonde looked uncomfortable.

“Everything ok?” He asked, whispering into the short blonde’s ear.

“Uhm, yeah. Just a little warm,” Roxas replied quietly.

Reaching out, Axel grabbed Roxas’ now empty cup. “Here, why don’t you go back to my studio and change back into your street clothes, maybe they will be less hot,” Axel offered, his green eyes wide with worry as he focused on Roxas.

Smiling cutely, Roxas nodded his head before excusing himself to go change.

The first couple steps he took were awkward. As he walked he watched as the people around him slipped and slid in and out of his vision and it momentarily threw him off. Blinking hard Roxas decided to keep his eyes on the floor and was somehow able to make his way to the back of the shop.

Already Roxas was feeling much better. The air in the hallway was much cooler and the lack of flashing lights helped him walk with more ease.

Continuing on a little further, Roxas opened the door to Axel’s studio and stepped inside. It was cool and quiet in the room and Roxas let out a relieved sigh. Moving over to Axel’s chair Roxas plopped himself down in it. He closed his eyes as he pulled on the zipper of the coat, feeling the cool air hit his newly revealed skin.

He slipped the coat off his shoulders and let it fall on the back of the chair. With the heavy garment off Roxas was starting to feel much cooler. He was still surprisingly tipsy, but at least his body was returning to a normal temperature.

With the coat gone, Roxas took another moment to examine his costume. Axel had suggested he change, but now that he had been wearing the costume for a while he didn’t mind it so much. Whereas before he thought he would have stood out wearing such a revealing costume, he was actually more modestly dressed. Picking himself up off the chair Roxas shuffled over to the mirror.

His blue eyes raked up and down his body, taking in the full ‘sexy cop’ image with accessories. He brought his right hand up to the holster and slid the water gun out of it. Lifting it up, Roxas held it out in front of him like he’d seen cops do in the movies. Giggling to himself, Roxas decided he liked it. Bringing his arm back in Roxas was startled to feel water drip from the gun to his hand.

So it was full of water. Roxas could have some fun with that later.

Holstering his gun again, Roxas took one last look at himself in the mirror. He supposed there would be no harm in staying in the costume. It didn’t look bad…

Turning, Roxas left Axel’s work station, the world around only spinning slightly. As he made his way back to the front of the tattoo parlour the music and lights flooded over him again. The music was pounding in his ears and caused his vision to shake in time with the beat. As he slowly walked forward into the crowd of people milling about, Roxas felt his skin start to heat up again, but this time it was a more pleasant, tingling feeling.

After wandering around for a couple minutes Roxas stopped. With the room still shifting from side to side, he looked around the crowd of people, trying to find Axel. Roxas would have never thought it would be this hard to find someone with bright red hair. It seemed Axel was hiding from him, like an illusive criminal trying to escape the authorities. And Roxas, being said authority, would have to track him down.

Roxas laugh at himself for the little scenario had created in his head; maybe he was a little tipsy? Regardless, Roxas continued to search for Axel. Finally spotting his target over by one of the walls, Roxas quietly made his way over to Axel, though there was no way Axel would’ve been able to hear him over the music. This was the first rule to being a cop; don’t let your target know you are approaching. Well, at least it was the first rule in Roxas’ head.

As he drew nearer he pulled his water gun out of its holster and held it in both hands, pointing it to the ground.

Roxas noticed Axel was talking with some fellow Organization employees and that Sora and Riku were no where in sight. Closing in on Axel, Roxas pressed the barrel of the gun to the fireman’s lower back. Pushing himself up on his tippy toes he leaned forward to whisper in Axel’s ear, “Put your hands where I can see them.”

With a laugh, Axel turned around to face his ‘captor’. “And what if I don’t, Officer?” he asked, slipping his hands around Roxas’ waist. “I never liked following directions…”

Roxas couldn’t help but shiver as he felt Axel’s warm fingers splay across his lower back. “Don’t make me shoot you,” Roxas warned, pressing the tip of the gun into Axel’s stomach to emphasize his point. Even though he was trying so hard to play the ‘bad cop’, Roxas couldn’t help but laugh softly as Axel pulled them closer together. He barely noticed the people Axel had been talking to had walked away.

“I dare you to,” Axel replied, his tone low, as he leaned down to claim Roxas’ lips. Axel had to admit he was pleasantly surprised when, rather than push him away, Roxas reciprocated the kiss. Heck he could have sworn Roxas just let out a moan, in a public place! Maybe he needed to get his little Roxas drunk more often…

Axel was brought out of his thoughts when he felt a cool stream of water hit his chest. Pulling away, Axel looked down and saw the water gun now pointing at his chest and a glistening trail of water run down his chest. He couldn’t help but laugh, “You shot me!”

“You just sexually assaulted an officer, mister. I had to defend myself,” Roxas replied, looking at the red head sternly. “But don’t worry,” he added quietly, “I’ll make it better.” Leaning forward, Roxas brought his lips to Axel’s chest. Before his lips touched the moistened skin, Roxas parted them and let his tongue lap up the few droplets that remained.

Axel looked down incredulously as Roxas then kissed his skin gently before lifting his head. “How much have you had to drink?” Axel asked with a small laugh. The Roxas he knew would not have just done that, especially in public.

“Only two drinks,” Roxas mumbled nonchalantly as he holstered his water gun again. “Why?”

“Because you just licked my chest in the middle of a party,” Axel replied. “A party your brother is attending, and last time I checked you didn’t want him to know about us,” nor the rest of the world, he added mentally.

“I’m not drunk, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Roxas replied, sounding hurt. Sure, he felt a little weird, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t drunk! He had been drunk plenty of times before so he should know…

“Roxy, that’s not the way I meant it,” Axel replied quickly, placing a soft kiss on Roxas’ forehead. “It’s just unlike you; I didn’t say it was a bad thing. In fact,” Axel started, leaning down to capture the blonde’s lips momentarily, “I think I like it.” There was another pause as he kissed those soft lips again, “A lot”

Still pouting, Roxas raised himself up on his tippy toes and wrapped his arms around Axel’s neck. “Hmm… Ok. But you still have to make it up to me, you hurt my feelings,” he murmured softly, staring into the redhead’s eyes. Pulling himself flush against Axel, Roxas sucked in a breath as he felt his bare stomach come in contact with Axel’s. It was so odd, that little touch set his skin of fire; he wanted more

“And how do you want me to do that?” Axel asked, his expression a cross between suspicion and pure elation. His arms were still wrapped tightly around Roxas’ waist; his fingers itching to travel a little lower to cup the ass he’d been admiring all night.

“You’re smart, I’m sure you can think of something,” the emphasis Roxas put on that last word was enough to make Axel shudder slightly.

Rather than try to figure out where this little minx Roxas came from, Axel leaned in and quickly captured his blonde’s lips again. God, he just wanted to throw Roxas over his shoulder and take him into the back… But he couldn’t, Roxas probably wasn’t in the right frame of mind to make decisions regarding their sex life.

“Axel,” Roxas whined, pulling back from the kiss when it didn’t progress any further. He was practically giving himself to the red head and all he wanted to do was kiss. Jeez!

“What?” he replied, unsure what was wrong. He could feel one of Roxas’ hands kneading the back of his neck while the other traced down the front of his chest, slowly circling a nipple.

“Do something!” he urged, putting heavy emphasis on the second word. “I want you to touch me,” he said the second statement more softly, pressing himself firmly from chest to thigh against Axel. “Please? Touch me?” he begged again.

Ok, something was really weird about this. Roxas was never this overtly sexual or had this few inhibitions - Red flag number 1. Lifting his hand, Axel gently cupped Roxas’ cheek. He was startled to feel it was burning to the touch - Red flag number 2. Looking very closely at the blonde, Axel tried to catch a glimpse of Roxas’ pupils in the flashing light. They were definitely dilated - Red flag number 3.

“Has any one given you anything?” Axel asked in all seriousness.

Roxas attempted to look incredulous. “What? No!” he replied, a pout once again forming on his lips as he pulled away from Axel. “Why do you keep… accusing me!” he was starting to feel very emotional and confused over this. Why would Axel think that? He didn’t do drugs!

Forcing himself away from Axel, he didn’t bother sticking around and took off further into the crowd. He was somewhat aware that Axel was calling after him, but he paid him no mind. If Axel was going to be stupid then he wasn’t going to deal with it.

Swearing loudly as Roxas disappeared quickly into the crowd, Axel went to the back of the shop. He was going to have a word with a certain blonde Organization employee.

Passing the bar he grabbed Demyx’s sleeve and yanked the smaller blonde down the hall and into his studio. Slamming the door behind them he turned to Demyx. “Did one of your lackeys give something to Roxas?” he was practically yelling at Demyx and the blond looked slightly afraid.

“What? Calm down! What are you talking about?” Demyx replied defensively, brushing his sleeve when Axel had grabbed him. Axel was so hard to listen to when he was pissed off, he just kept yelling!

“Did one of your little fucking buddies,” he ground the words out, “give something to Roxas? Cause he’s as high as a fucking cloud right now.” He had to restrain himself from grabbing Demyx and shaking the answers out of him.

Demyx stopped moving and seemed to go a couple shades paler. “Axel, it’s not… well it is… I didn’t mean to… I did… but I did it to help him!” words were pouring out of his mouth as he tried to explain himself.

“Woah! Slow down. Now, explain this to me before I beat the living shit out of you,” Axel stated, his chest heaving as the words Demyx spoke began sinking in.

“He was so nervous earlier, I just wanted to make sure he had fun. So I,” Demyx drifted off. “I only put half in –" but he didn’t get a chance to finish as Axel had already left the room.

Almost as soon as he had left Axel, Roxas started feeling exponentially better. That pleasant tingling feeling was back and he felt the urge to dance. Slipping between bodies, Roxas made his way into the crowd of dancers.

Booming techno was playing from the speakers and the lights were flashing in time with the beat. Positioning himself in the middle of the crowd Roxas started swaying to the beat. He usually wasn’t much of a dancer, but this music was just so intoxicating and he found his body moving on its own accord. The air around him was far warmer than before and the few clothes he was wearing seemed too much. Running his hand over his stomach, Roxas wiped the beads of sweat off his skin.

He wasn’t sure how long he was dancing, but all of a sudden he felt a strong chest behind him. Roxas was sure it was Axel coming to take him away and tell him he was on drugs again, but he was pleasantly surprised when he felt the other body start to move with him. Maybe Axel had rethought his offer?

Encouraged by that thought, Roxas continued dancing, adding a little more sway to his hips and feeling the other body grind against his in return. All this dancing was starting to make him tired. What time was it, anyway? Maybe Axel could bring him home and take him up on his ‘something’ offer.

Turning around to make his suggestion, Roxas looked up and was surprised to find out that the guy he was dancing with definitely wasn’t Axel! In fact, he didn’t even recognize the guy.

Taking a step away from the guy who was now looking at him oddly, Roxas wondered where Axel was. He just wanted the redhead… he something familiar. Taking another step back, Roxas continued to look around, panicked. Where was Axel? He continued to take steps back until he ran into someone else. Afraid it was another stranger, Roxas whipped around to face them quickly.

“Roxas! There you are!” It was Axel. Roxas had never been happier to see the redhead.

Throwing his arms around Axel’s neck, Roxas buried his head into his arms. “I don’t want to be here any more,” he whispered quietly, it was a miracle Axel even heard him over the music.

With Axel’s help, Roxas made his way back to the redhead’s studio, stumbling only a couple of times along the way. “Go sit on the chair, I’m going to go find your brother and let him know I’m taking you home.”

Roxas mumbled an ‘okay’ as he climbed on the chair, wrapping the trench coat around him. Now that all the excitement was over, he was getting really tired.

Once he was sure Roxas wasn’t going anywhere, Axel closed the door to the studio and ventured back out into the lobby. It was still pretty packed, but things were starting to die down. Fewer people were dancing and last call was about to be made.

“Axel!” Sora yelled, running up to Axel slightly breathless, “Have you seen Roxas?”

Well that was quick. Axel swallowed thickly; he didn’t know how to handle this situation. It was probably a good idea that Sora didn’t know the blond had ingested illegal drugs, but what else was he going to say?

“I’m worried about him, I think he’s drunk. Riku said he saw Roxas acting weirdly and Roxas does tend to do stupid things when he’s drunk…” Sora continued to explain.

Drunk. Axel could go with that. “Yeah, I found him. He’s in my studio right now, passing out.”

Sora let out a deep sigh, placing one hand on his chest. “Thank god! That’s one less thing to worry about…”

“What do you mean?” Axel asked curiously. It sounded like similar situations had occurred in the past. Was his innocent little Roxy really a bit of a rebel?

“Well now I just have to worry about how to get Roxas home without my mom finding out he’s drunk. She hates it when he is,” Sora explained briefly. “Well Riku can help me move him… but she’s probably going to hear us..” he continued to mumble to himself.

Oh my… Axel was going to have to have a little talk with his boyfriend to find out what Sora was talking about. “Well is there anything I can do to help?” he offered.

Sora was silent for a couple minutes. It was obvious he was thinking hard, his lips were pursed and his brows furrowed. “Would if be ok if he stayed at your house?” he asked after the pause. “I can come up with some excuse to tell my mom about why he isn’t home and she’ll believe me.. I just need someone to take care of him,” Sora asked, taking a small pause to gauge Axel’s reaction. “I mean, I know it’s a lot to ask, you barely know us, but Riku trusts you… so I do to.”

Axel couldn’t help but be touched that Sora would put so much faith in him. He also couldn’t help be a little happy that he was going to get to have a sleep over with his boyfriend. Though, Roxas was still under the influence of the drugs and would be passed out in no time…

“It’s no problem, I can take him to my place,” Axel replied, slipping his hands into the pockets of his pants. “I should probably head out now though, I don’t want to leave Roxas alone by himself for too long, in case he decides to wander off. Have a good night, I’ll take good care of your brother.”

“Thank you so much Axel, I owe you one,” Sora replied, a wide grin on his face.

With a final nod Axel turned and went back to his studio. Opening the door, Axel spotted Roxas still where he left him, curled up on his tattooing chair, hugging the coat that was surrounding him, completely passed out.

Stepping closer, Axel lightly touched Roxas’ arm. “Roxas, wake up, I’m going to take you home, ok?” he whispered, lightly trailing his fingers down Roxas’ arm.

Roxas made a slight noise of protest. “I dun wanna…” he mumbled, barely cracking open an eye. “fie minute.. we can ance ‘gain.”

Axel couldn’t help a chuckle. “Dance again? We haven’t even danced once. Come on,” he stated gingerly taking Roxas in his arms and lifting him up off the chair. Even though he was small, Roxas was alarmingly light.

Making sure he had his keys and wallet in his pocket, Axel easily shifted Roxas to one side so he could use one arm. As he left his studio he felt Roxas wrap his legs loosely around his waist and his arms around his neck. Making his way to the back door of the parlour he passed Demyx who looked on the verge of tears.

“Axel, dude, I’m so sorry…” he began, his eyes drifting to look at the bundle on Axel’s side.

“Dem, it’s ok, you were just trying to help. I understand. I’m taking him to my place for the night. Can you let everyone know? I’ll talk to you tomorrow” Axel stated, passing by Demyx and pushing open the back door. Even though he was still pissed, he understood Demyx’s intentions had been in the right place.

“Of course,” Demyx replied quietly as the door closed behind Axel.

Finally outside, Axel let out a breath of relief as the pounding music became nothing but a soft hum in the background. The night was slightly chilly; a warning of the coming winter, but Axel found it refreshing after having been in the sweltering parlour.

Reaching his bike, Axel took his keys out of his pocket and slid one into the ignition. He silently cursed himself for not bringing his car instead, but there wasn’t much he could do about that now. He’d also left his helmet in his studio, he wasn’t having any luck. Carefully, he slid himself onto the bike with Roxas in his lap, limbs still wrapped around him.

“Hold on tight, kay Roxas?” Axel whispered into the blonde’s ear. With a silent prayer, Axel left the parking lot and pulled onto the street. He felt Roxas tighten his grip as soon as they had taken off.

Idiotically, he hadn’t changed out of his costume at the party either and now the wind was biting at his skin. His only refuge was Roxas was covering most of his front. Speaking of the blonde, he could feel Roxas squirming, rousing out of his sleep. He also could have sworn he felt Roxas’ finger lightly playing and pinching at the skin on the back of his neck, but maybe that was the wind.

For the first time since he’d gotten his licence, Axel actually followed the speed limit the whole way home.

Luckily, Axel only lived about 15 minutes away and the streets were completely deserted in the early hours of the morning. Pulling into the driveway of his home, Axel turned off the ignition.

“We’re home, Roxy,” Axel stated softly, closing the front door behind them. Tossing his keys on the hall table, Axel replaced his arm around Roxas’ waist.

“Mmm, good,” Roxas hummed, shifting slightly against Axel’s chest.

“Oh you’re awake?” Axel asked with a laugh, shifting his head to look at Roxas’ face. Even though he had spoken, Roxas still had his eyes closed. “How are you feeling? Are you hungry or anything, or just want to go to bed?”

Roxas made a soft mewling sound, “Bed.”

“My bed?” Axel couldn’t but tease Roxas in this state, it was so fun. He felt Roxas nod against his chin. “Alright, let’s go upstairs.”

Ensuring all the lights were off downstairs, Axel carried Roxas up the stairs. Walking to the end of the hall, Axel opened the door to his room. It wasn’t much of a surprise that his room was over taken by red. The walls were white, but the bed covers, couch, carpet, curtains and any other fabric in the room was some shade of crimson or burgundy.

“Do you want to change out of your costume? I can’t imagine it will be too comfortable to sleep in,” Axel asked; walking over to the bed he laid Roxas down on top. Shifting his arms over his head, Roxas nodded. “I’ll bring you some pants,” he added before walking over to his dresser.

Opening the top drawer Axel pulled out two pairs of silk pyjama pants. He brought one pair over to Roxas and kept the second pair with him. “You can change on the bed; I’m going into the bathroom. I’ll be out in a couple minutes.”

Inhaling deeply, Roxas watched as Axel walked over to the bathroom, admiring the exposed span of tattooed skin on his back. It took him a couple moments to gather the energy to slowly remove the few clothes on his body. Roxas pulled on the silk pants and purred softly at the feel of the smooth fabric against his skin. Curling onto his side as a chill crept down his side, Roxas let his eyes slip closed as he waited for Axel to reappear.

“Falling asleep on me, are you?”

If he had had more energy, Roxas would have jumped when he heard Axel’s voice in his ear, but as it were he just slowly drew open his eyes and smiled. Axel was kneeled over on the bed beside him, crimson pants matching his. Roxas, even in his still somewhat inebriated state, could pick out the defined muscles rippling under tattooed skin. Slowly, almost as if in a dream, Roxas lifted his hand and ghosted his fingers over Axel’s pale skin. It was so smooth and enticingly warm.

Letting out a shuddered breath as the touches tickled his skin, Axel lightly grabbed Roxas’ hand, pushing it away. Roxas was under the influence, he couldn’t let anything happen, it would be wrong. Still holding Roxas’ hand, but keeping it at a distance, he lowered himself onto his side on the bed, “It’s time for bed Roxas.”

When Axel grabbed his hand, Roxas felt a rush go through him, his whole body ignited. The exhaustion that had previously overtaken him vanished. The feel of the silk against his skin was agonisingly sensual and he knew the feel of Axel’s skin would be even better. Ignoring Axel’s words he the hand that was still trapped by Axel to shift himself closer to the redhead. Looking up into those piercing green eyes, Roxas placed his free hand against Axel’s stomach, splaying his fingers wide to cover as much area as possible.

Feeling his heart beat pick up, Roxas contracted his fingers, lightly pulling the skin. It was soft, yet hard, and as he watched those mesmerizing green eyes, Roxas could have sworn he saw their colour deepen momentarily. Without taking a breath, he pushed his hand up, passing over rippling abs and a hard nipple. There it was again, that shift in colour.

“Roxas, no,” Axel started.

Bringing his hand up higher, Roxas wrapped it around Axel’s long elegant neck and pulled down.

Every thing inside Axel’s head was yelling at him that this was a bad idea. A very bad idea, but he felt weak as Roxas pulled him down. He crushed their lips together in a heated kiss, hearing Roxas let out a satisfied mewl. He lightly nipped Roxas’ lower lip before forcing his tongue between those soft, sweet lips; his tongue probed every inch of the blonde’s mouth.

Roxas dug his nails into the side of Axel’s neck as the kiss completely overwhelmed him. The tops of their chests we just barely touching and Roxas decided he needed more. Pulling away from the kiss, his lips already becoming tender, Roxas used the hand around Axel’s neck to push his chest away, causing him to fall back on the bed.

There was a look of shock on Axel’s face as he watched Roxas slide on top of him, straddling him so their hips were aligned. Their heavy breaths were heard for a moment as neither of them moved. Axel watched as a look of lust played across Roxas’ features and realized he was mostly likely still under the effect of the lingering drugs.

“Roxas, we shouldn’t –” Axel started, but he didn’t get a chance to finish. Roxas had just pressed their hips firmly together and rolled his hips seductively against Axel’s.

“Fuck…” Axel mumbled as he closed his eyes, still feeling the pressure of those hips above his. He was now well aware that they were both aroused and that this was rapidly spiralling out of control. “No, Roxas,” he was trying to be firm, but the effect was lost when he let out another moan.

Liking the reaction he’d seen the first time, Roxas ignored Axel’s words and rolled his hips again, this time a little more forcefully. He couldn’t help the soft call of Axel’s name at the sensation. It was too good.

Oh god! The way Roxas called his name… fuck! He knew he shouldn’t but it was so hard to continue saying no… Opening his eyes, Axel reached up, one arm circling around Roxas neck to pull him down for a kiss. The other went around his waist, slipping underneath silk pants to pull those hips down against him again and again.

Roxas couldn’t help crying out into the kiss as their hips met repeatedly. He was setting a fast pace, the sensations continuously flooding over him as he felt Axel reacting similarly below him. The feel of Axel’s arousal pressing against his was driving him mad and he knew he needed to find release soon.

Axel had broken off the kiss and was now just watching Roxas writhe on top of him, his body shaking with every feeling. Roxas called out to Axel again, his voice slightly hoarse, and when Axel looked up at his face he saw deep blue eyes starting at him. He saw, more than heard Roxas whisper the word, more.

Their pants had begun shifting dangerously low, especially with their continuous grinding and Axel’s hand down the back of Roxas’ pants. Before Axel even knew what was happening, Roxas had pushed the front of both of their pants down, exposing them completely.
The feel of heated, engorged flesh against his own, was almost enough to send Roxas over the edge. Roxas continued to roll his hips down against Axel’s and could feel him shuddering with pleasure. He was crying out loudly now, a mix between sounds of pleasure and Axel’s name. And then it happened. With one last final roll he felt a wall burst and intense sensations flood through him. He was only vaguely aware of Axel reaching down to stroke himself to completion as well.

Shuddering violently, Roxas fell limply on top of Axel, both their chests pounding heavily. His mind was still foggy but he felt content. Snuggling into Axel’s chest, Roxas fell asleep immediately, unaware when Axel moved him and got up off the bed.


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Author’s Note: There you have it! I hope you enjoyed it!

To explain a couple things, Roxas’ drug experience was based on what ever worked in the story and not off any symptoms associated with specific drugs (Don’t do Drugs! Read yaoi instead! – Wow that was stupid).

Second, hopefully a little more of Roxas’ past will get explained in the next chapter.

As always, any rates or reviews are greatly appreciated! Thanks! Hugs!