The Journey or The Destination?

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“There were two penguins sitting on an iceberg, one turned to the other and asked, ‘why are you wearing a tuxedo?’ and the other one said ‘how do you know I’m not?’” The audience roared with laughter at the lame joke.

“What the hell?” Axel asked his television, showing the stand up comedian on a small stage in front of rows of people, “I can’t believe people paid to see this guy!”

“Two muffins are getting baked in the oven. One turns to the other and says ‘Gosh it’s hot in here’ and the other one says ‘Oh my god! A talking muffin!’” Okay, that one was alright but only because it was random.

The red head sighed from his couch, raising the hand holding the remote and clicking the TV off. Looking over his shoulder into his kitchen, the wall clock read two in the morning. He groaned, rolling his head on the back of couch, why was he even still up?

Flopping his head forward again Axel saw his coffee table littered with cola cans and an ashtray over flowing with cigarette butts. Oh yeah, that was why. Caffeine and nicotine had a tendency to keep him awake didn’t it?

“Geez, what a mess,” he mumbled to himself, picking up his full ashtray and a few pop cans before living the living room to throw them away. After disposing of the butts and dumping the cans into the recycle bin he stretched his long arms over his head.

As satisfying as the stretch was the boy still felt restless and a little unsettled. He couldn’t shake the feeling of being bland and white washed. It had been the tenth night he’d been cooped up in his apartment and because of his usual nightlife routine he stayed up most of the night and slept the day away, not waking until the middle of the afternoon.

He sorely missed the clubbing and bar hopping as well seeing Demyx on a nearly constant basis but his paranoia kept getting the better of him. If he didn’t find a suitable stand in and soon, he was afraid he’d either go crazy from the lack of face to face communication or develop some weird form of agoraphobia. Not to mention the lack of alcohol and sex was really starting to wear on him.

The red head hadn’t touched a drop of beer or a hot body for almost two and a half weeks now and from how he felt, he guessed his body was going through a withdrawal of some kind. It didn’t feel all that nice. The guy had been boozing and fucking for a good three years of his life and now this?

Also, he noticed his smoking was getting out of control. Instead of maybe a half pack a day he was smoking a full one every day and was starting to wonder how much long he’d be stuck in his apartment before he was hooked on two packs a day? Hell, at that rate he’d be getting cancer scooped out of his lungs by the time he was twenty-five.

If he died from lung cancer he was going to sue the skin off of Zexion, it would’ve been his fault for making Axel over stress himself to death.

He sighed deeply, running a hand down his face and felt the prolonged state of stubble on his chin. Yeesh, how long was it since he last shaved? He found that unlike most males of his age his facial hair grew slower, he didn’t get five o clock shadow until maybe a day later.

A shower sounded good too, he didn’t feel like walking around smelling like cigarette smoke and B.O. Axel made a face at the thought and went to his bathroom but not before grabbing a towel that was flung haphazardly across a kitchen chair.


Once inside the whitewashed and tiled room, he stripped his clothing off his wiry frame and shook his long red hair from the high ponytail it was in. Axel grimaced at the feel of it, grimy and tangled, his usually out right spikes drooping over his shoulder blades.

He then stepped into the shower, stark naked, and turned the knobs to the right temperature. Standing under the wonderfully refreshing water he took the shampoo and lathered his head, his mind wandering.

Of course his first thought was of sex.

When was the last time he went this long without sex? He wasn’t a sex addict or anything, he was just used to having it on a regular basis, it helped with tension too. Could sex be therapeutic? He wondered on this for a few moments as he rinsed his head then applied conditioner.

If sex was therapeutic he’d sign up in a heart beat. Weekly sexcapades to keep the blood flowing would be one hell of a way to unwind, and lose weight. Sex was healthy, part of life and here he was going celibate and not voluntarily either.

He groaned out loud, wiping the water off his face with one hand, what he wouldn’t give for a piece of some fine ass. Round, soft and tight, something he could really get a good grip on. Something he could knead and squeeze a little… before giving it a nice rough fuck.

Axel bite his lip at the thought, staring at the wetted wall in front of him before dropping his gaze to his slowly rising member. Well damn. Even with out sex his cock seemed to be working just fine. Little bastard had a mind of it’s own and wasn’t getting any less comfortable.

Fuck it. When with out, fantasize.

Shamelessly, Axel took hold of himself, giving a few slow strokes. The warm water helped ease the friction as he found a nice slow rhythm that gave some satisfaction. What he needed now was something he could imagine.

He closed his eyes and imagined a nice slim figure, though androgynous even in his own mind, kneeling in front of him. The eyes, wide and innocent, looked up at him as their imaginary hand pumped his cock in place of his own. Though he could not recall why, Axel seemed to have picked up a taste for the cute and innocent type.

Biting his lip he moved his hand faster over his cock, feeling the soft flesh turn stiff and hot under is fingers. In his mind’s eye he saw those innocent eyes grow heavy, drooping down to look at the swelling flesh in it’s hand. A soft pink tongue slid over plump lips sensually before leaning in.

Axel gripped himself a little tighter as he visualized the sweet mouth coming over his cock, taking in as much as it could. Although in reality he could only feel his own fingers, wet and slippery, the red head overlaid the sensations with memories of his previous endeavours, making it just a little more real.

Placing his hand on the stall wall to hold his weight, he let his head fall forward, the image bobbing it’s head in time to his fist. The pleasure welled inside of him, swelling from his groin, making his mouth fall open in pants. His flushed skin didn’t feel the water as it ran down his back in rivulets.

The boy swallowed hard, stilling his fist to instead thrust his hips into his hand but in his mind the figure’s head stayed still to accept his thrusting cock with whimpering moans. Behind his lusting thoughts Axel wished he could grasp their hair for better leverage but the image was left uninterrupted in his head as he continued to pleasure himself.

“Yea, take it…” He growled to himself, red brows furrowing. His cock twitched in his hand and he felt his thigh spasm slightly as his hips kept rocking, going faster in his body’s need to release. With his body getting hotter and hotter, Axel knew he was getting closer and tightened his grip.

Not bothering to hide his voice Axel cried out sharply, his fantasy vanishing in a white flash as he came. Green eyes rolled under fluttering lids as euphoria flowed through his limbs and white essence dribbled over his hand. He stayed there, leaning against the wall for a few moments as the waves smoothed out and the now luke warm water washed away the evidence.

Heaving a deep sigh, Axel straightened himself. Holy wow did he need that. Immediately he felt more relaxed, maybe not as satisfied as he could have been but over all he felt calmer than he had for the most part of the week.

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There was a disappointed sigh as the cell phone screen displayed the lack of messages. Dark brows furrowed before the cell was closed and tucked away. Why hadn’t he returned any of his calls? Zexion looked down into his styrofoam cup half full of tea, which was slowly going cold.

He couldn’t fathom why his lover was being so childish, even going so far as to say they were no longer together, denying they were even together to begin with. What an annoyance. If this kept up he may even have to go for an unexpected visit.

It wouldn’t be too hard to find where Axel lived. He had already found his e-mail, all he had to do was get into the account to get his full name and he was off. From there all it took was a few keystrokes to find his home address.

For some time he had decided against snooping into his boyfriend’s private information but seriously, all he wanted was an explanation. And what did the other do? Blocked him out, and for no good reason. They were going to have a nice long talk when Zexion got a hold of him.

The lean boy rose from his seat in the shabby café, leaving the cup where it was, and took his leave. Once out the door, while he was pulling on his favourite grey sweater, there was a vibration in the front pocket of his jeans.

With out even looking he pulled out his cell, flipped it open and placed it to his ear in one fluid movement, “Speak.”

“Still sulking?” The female voice was rough and almost irritated with it’s tone.

“I don’t sulk Larxene.” Zexion replied flatly, not impressed.

“And pink is my favourite colour,” Was the snarky reply, “Let’s not lie to ourselves here.”

Why did he even talk to the vicious blonde?

“I’ve known you long enough to know when your wallowing in your own self pity. I’m the only friend you got.” Oh right, that’s why.

“And I often wonder why.” He said bemused.

“Because I’m the only who can stand your dead pan expressions?” Larxene quipped.

“What do you want?” Zexion cut in, he didn’t feel like dealing with this at the moment.

“Well sorry for trying to cheer your sorry ass up,” She huffed, “I should really thank your mom for putting the stick up your ass.”

“You’re going in the opposite direction,” He said, “If anything you’re only fouling my mood even more so.”

“Whatever.” She said, not really giving a care, “Are you planning anything later?”

“No. Have you planned something for me?” He asked, turning the corner.

Before the blonde could reply something caught Zexion’s side, making his body swing with the force of it. Luckily he kept a firm hold on his cell phone instead of having it fall to the ground. After making a quick recovery from his disorientation he heard a yelled apology and quickly thudding footsteps that led away from him.

Angrily he turned to see a short blonde boy with a messenger bag running down the street. The kid stopped to quickly slap a poster on a street lamp pole before rushing off again. Fucking kids.

“What the hell!” Was the muffled yell from his hand. He carefully put the phone to his ear in case his friend intended to scream once more.

“Don’t yell.” He said, irritated with her voice volume and almost being knocked onto his rear.

“Well what the fuck happened?” Larxene asked hotly.

“Some punk kid ran into me.” He answered, glaring down the street after the kid then continued walking, “So what did you have planned?”

“Nothing, I was going to ask if I could crash yours.” She said, like it wouldn’t bother the other.

“Sorry to disappoint,” Zexion said, then something caught his eye. Turning to the building wall covered in a variety of posters, a brightly coloured one screamed out from the rest.

“Hey,” He said, taking the poster down, “How about a movie?”

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Sorry for such a short chappy ._.U And I hoped you enjoyed the smut! :D It’s my first one so be gentle ;.;