Axel Likes It When

Me: I am so fucking tired.

Mims: Don’t care, write my chapter.

Me: But I’m so tired. I haven’t been sleeping too well lately so instead of trying to actually get some rest I’m writing seme Roxas, what has life come to?

Disclaimer: if I owned Axel and Roxas those hints in the game would have been much more obvious, like sex on the clock tower obvious.

Warning: Roxas on top!

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Axel likes it when Roxas is ass-kickingly furious.

Axel was in awe. He watched the lithe blond twist in mid air, taking down two attackers with his key blade at once. He moved with such grace, such ease, that the redhead couldn't tear his gaze away. The blond would pivot and slash, arch and stab, practically do the splits for an attack. All in all it led to a rather uncomfortable situation in Axel's pants.

When all the attackers were gone he simply watched as Roxas stood panting, his blue eyes weary yet sharp. He knew he shouldn't, but he did. “That was freaking hot,” he announced.

Immediately the blonde's eyes focused in on him. Axel seriously thought he was going to get his ass beat for a second, then Roxas launched himself at the redhead throwing aside his key blades in the process. Their lips met in an instant, Roxas taking control of the kiss with ease. Axel didn’t fight for dominance, he rather liked it when this side of Roxas came out. The redhead allowed himself to be pushed to the ground. Distantly he was aware that Roxas had positioned himself between his legs. His pants were yanked down harshly and a finger thrust into his entrance.

Breaking the kiss, Axel groaned at the sudden intrusion, his eyes closed tight in discomfort. Yet he allowed the blond to continue his ministrations, allowed a second finger to be added, and a third. He felt himself being stretched and only slightly filled. Then he felt it, the pleasure that caused his vision to blur and made him cry out in ecstasy. He knew the blond hadn’t missed that, knew he was being smirked at, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was that Roxas continued to assault that spot deep within him. Axel couldn’t help but to groan in protest when the fingers were withdrawn, but choked it back when he was slammed into.

Emerald eyes snapped open to stare up at the blond. Roxas’ eyes were closed, his face a mask of concentration and Axel was taken aback. The blond actually cared to give him time to adjust, to let the pain lessen before he continued. But that’s not what Axel wanted, not why he allowed himself to be dominated. He wanted the creature he had seen in battle, the one who had ruthlessly cut down all opponents without a second thought. That was what he wanted, even if he ended up hurt in the end. Because he knew at least he would feel that, at least Roxas would feel something, and the sadness Axel had seen in the younger teen would be eased for a while.

Even though he wasn’t ready, even though he knew it would hurt, Axel thrust himself against the blond with as much force as he could muster considering his position. The ache didn’t even register in his mind, Roxas filled his senses at that moment. He felt the blond shudder and begin to sway. Smelled the bitter musk of sweat and sex. Tasted the sweetness of Roxas as their lips came together once again. There was nothing other than the other, nothing other than the body entering him with each thrust. Then there were stars, shooting across Axel’s vision and obscuring his view of the blond.

The redhead reached up, grasping Roxas’ shoulders tightly. He had to know that the blond hadn’t left, that it wasn’t a dream. Skin slick with sweat slid under his finger tips, delicately soft despite the lean muscles underneath. Axel let himself get lost in the sensation, knowing that even though he couldn’t see the blond that he was right there. He let out a hoarse cry when he felt his length being grasped and pumped in time with Roxas’ thrusts. It took all the self control he had left not to buck wildly, to meet Roxas’ thrusts instead of his hand. If he didn’t it would be over too quickly and the blond would be gone. He knew it, that something had changed, that he had to savor this moment.

Yet soon he felt the heat building and pooling in his stomach. Release was close and there was nothing Axel could do keep it from washing over him. His back arched violently on the cold ground, his head digging into the earth beneath him. He heard his name, soft and distant, before Roxas’ small frame collapsed on top of him. Wrapping his arms around the younger teen, Axel kissed the blond spikes. Even when he felt Roxas stir he didn’t release him. He couldn’t let go, not yet. But he couldn’t hold on. The blond stood and looked down at the redhead with a sad smile on his face.

“Roxas,” Axel tried to reach for the younger teen, but he was walking away.

“Goodbye Axel,” he said over his shoulder.

“Don’t do this!” Axel sat up, his hand still reaching for the blond.

“No one would miss me, it doesn’t matter.”

“That’s not true!” Axel yelled. He tried to follow Roxas, but his legs refused to work, refused to let him even stand. “I would! I would! Don’t do this!!”

But he was gone and Axel was alone in the darkness. Cold crept over his form and a strangled sob escaped him as he crumpled where he sat.

“Axel,” a voice said so far away, “Axel…Axel…AXEL!”

“Huh, what?” Axel opened his eyes and sat up in his bed. Looking around in confusion the redhead saw Roxas standing in his doorway a concerned look on his face.

“You okay?” the blond asked, “You’ve been in bed all day.”

“What?” Axel stared stupidly.

“Dude, get up,” Roxas laughed slightly, “Mansex gave us a mission, we’ve got to get going.”

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Me: Wow, that’s not at all what I set out to do.

Cautai: How did it get so depressing?

Mims: Yeah, that’s not what I told you to write.

Me: I have no idea, but I kind of like it. In case people didn’t get it, it was a dream, Roxas didn’t really leave.